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Recollections From a Diary
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2000
Chapter 17
Sarah of the Perfect Breasts
Dear Diary:
My God! What a week!
I did Julie's older sister. That's not something I'm so proud of
because the truth is Julie and I really try to keep our sex lives as
distant as possible from family and friends. My parents don't even know
I'm bisexual - Julie's parents know about her proclivities, but they
don't really KNOW that WE'RE bisexual together, or maybe they do,
whatever. But, oh, my God, she was so tempting, so delectable, so . . .
let me start over.
Anyway, my family didn't do Thanksgiving this year, so when Julie's mom
invited me over, I gladly accepted. I had been there once before and
let me say it's MONEY, MONEY, MONEY all over the place.
Oh dear, I'm way ahead of myself. Gotta back up a little.
I've wanted to get a "piercing" for some time now, but as usual, lacked
the money for it. Oh, there was always money, but there's always
something IMPORTANT to spend it on, like clothes, cosmetics, dildos . .
. <grin>
I don't really know WHY I wanted the piercing, maybe I wanted to be
rebellious; maybe I wanted to join the thousands of other lemmings
doing it. I don't know. But, after waiting a couple months, thanks to
Daddy, I had the money and decided to do it.
Naturally, Julie knew of a place and of course it was only several
blocks away . . . soooo on Friday afternoon we walked over there.
Naturally we walked in the wrong door, I think it was a crack parlor
they WERE doing drugs for sure, but told us to go next door to the
tattoo place without bothering us.
It didn't look too clean at first, but a closer look satisfied me that
it was sanitary enough for a piercing. By the time my inspection was
complete, Julie had made most of the arrangements for me.
She was telling this tall, gaunt guy, really, really, covered with
tattoos I wanted my clit pierced. He believed her! I nearly died of
embarrassment not to mention fright. Then he smiled and told me that he
hadn't reached the point of doing that or penises. (Pierced penises!
Pierced clits! Ewww! No way!)
Anyway, my relief was evident that I was not going to undergo any such
treatment. The guy was kind enough to hand me some pamphlets and then I
understood why he wasn't into it after reading his literature.
His name was Chutchi. At least that's how I spell it. He laid out his
equipment on a medical drop-sheet; Q-tips, disposable gloves, two
varieties of medical forceps (all still in their sealed packaging), two
stainless steel captive bead rings and two needles (both in packaging
as well), Vaseline (for the needles) and a small amount of bactine in
disposable cups.
Chutchi had me remove my shirt and made sure I was seated comfortably.
It was cool and my nipples were standing out. I got a little wet
knowing he was watching them, but he was all business. Julie was
giggling as he disinfected and then marked my left nipple with a felt-
tip pen. It happened pretty fast after that. The nipple was clamped and
not very tightly at that, then he asked if I were ready.
"Yup," I said.
"Well then," he told me, "take a deep breath please." And pushed the
damn needle through.
I moaned in pain, although it really didn't hurt that much. It was more
like the anticipation that caused me to moan. There was a little
bleeding and he swabbed the nipple with the Bactine. After it was done
and he was washing his hands, I felt faint. It could have been the
adrenaline rush wearing off, I don't know.
I told Julie and she had Chutchi get me a glass of water. A few sips
helped get my head together, although my legs felt like jelly. I was
really glad I had Julie with me.
So it's been several days now, and it doesn't hurt, just pulls a bit
and it's healing really well. I like the way the ring looks -- it's
really cool. If I had to do it all over again, I would, but don't know
if I would be so bold, I think I'd use lots of topical anaesthetic.
Anyway, what happened was, like 3 days before Thanksgiving, Julie and I
were playing around with each other while watching TV, and she gave my
nipple ring a sharp tug. I winced and howled in pain, then retaliated,
pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry. Then I felt bad and
leaned over and kissed her breasts, rubbing her nipples until they
became good and hard. Somewhat mollified, Julie, the Queen of Erotic
Talking, was panting, telling me how I was turning her on, and didn't I
love her nipples, and how hard they were getting for me.
I said, "Yeah, they're nice, not as nice as Sarah's, though."
She shrieked and gave me a playful shove. Oh, sorry, Sarah is Julie's
older sister, just graduated NYU law, Yes, another lawyer, one lawyer,
one "wanna be" lawyer, and one accountant among the siblings.
"You really think Sarah's breasts are nicer than mine?" Julie said,
pretending to pout. At least I think she was pretending.
"Yours are very special to me, Julie. You know that. For God's sake,
they're the first ones I've ever tasted and they're the best I've ever
tasted too."
"Well THANK YOU." This was phased as coldly as anything I'd ever heard
Julie say before.
"Julie!" I pleaded, "I love you, you know that!"
"You just said Sarah's are better."
"Get real! I've never seen her tits Julie!" I paused, " But I wish I
could. From what little I've seen I think she has beautiful tits. Have
you seen them?"
"Julie crossed her arms and looked away from me. "Of course I have."
Are they . . . are they as nice as I think they are?"
"You bitch," she feigned, although I didn't realize it at the moment.
"Throwing my sister up to me, after all I've done for you!"
I started to cry and reached out to her. "Oh, Julie, please don't . .
. "
Then I saw the grin on her face.
"That should teach you to insult me," she said, hoisting a breast back
into her bra.
"Julie!"
"You deserved to be teased like that. But if you really want to know .
. ."
"YES! YES!" I shreiked, jumping up and down.
"Sarah really does have nice nipples, and pert breasts, but we've never
fooled around or anything. She knows I'm bi, too. In fact, we've never
double dated guys either. So I don't know how hot she can get or
anything sexual about her. And Julie let it die there.
OR, SO I THOUGHT.
We were spending Thanksgiving weekend at her house in Long Island, and
took the train out Wednesday night. No question, Julie will make a
great lawyer. I am certain of this because of how she manipulated me
over the weekend. For example, although we couldn't BE together and
make love whenever we touched or got close enough to touch on
Wednesday or Thursday, she kept asking me if I'd seen how gorgeous
Sarah's nipples were. I kept smacking her, because Sarah was HOME, and
anyone could have heard Julie talking about her own sister's nipples!
Sheesh! Well, guess who got conveniently put next to Sarah at the
dinner table? Me of course! Julie kept up a steady dialogue of
statements having a double meaning. I was constantly blushing, and yet
so damn horny at the same time. I acted like a klutz, but Julie's
parents seemed to ignore or forgive my actions, and Julie jumped in to
protect me from myself several times during the meal.
But what an ordeal that meal was. I was SO turned on by Julie's brazen
words and attitude, but also I was on "eggshells" because Sarah was
REALLY, REALLY beautiful, wearing a black cocktail dress and revealing
just enough cleavage to keep me trying to peak down her front
throughout the meal. Christ, was I as bad as some of Neanderthals that
roam Columbia's campus?
Julie kept giving me looks basically begging for me to do something,
but I was too scared to initiate anything. (Who knew what the reaction
would be anyway? And it wasn't JULIE taking the chance.)
Finally, I couldn't take Julie's taunting glances anymore, and so I
stretched across Sarah, trying to reach the gravy boat I really didn't
need. I lingered against her a little longer than necessary, being both
flirtatious and feigning interest in what she was saying. But, as I
gripped the gravy boat I managed to whisper in her ear, "I just love
your breasts."
She looked at me, silently mouthing the word, "WHAT?"
I smiled, my confidence soaring and returned the gravy boat to the
table, dropping my hand into her lap instead of mine.
Sarah went rigid. I kept my hand still and carefully studied her
reaction. She was tense, but passive, my fingers edged across her thigh
and bearly brushed against the outline of her pussy. The others did not
notice it, but Sarah jumped, then settled back and shifted position,
moving away from my hand.
Julie caught it, because she was looking for it. She pretended not to
notice, even helping me by distracting her parents as I slowly placed
my hand back on the table. Sarah's nipples were standing up waving
hello through the material of her dress, and heightened my excitement.
I clumsily dropped my knife, and bent down to retrieve it, and ran my
hand along her thigh again for an exquisite moment before having to
surface. Sarah must have counted to ten and then excused herself to go
to the bathroom, I fervently hoped she had me on her mind and not her
bladder.
Later that night, Julie told Sarah that she saw what happened at the
table, Sarah promptly denied any improprieties had occurred and proved
they had by heatedly demanding to know where Julie got off bringing a
pervert like me into her home.
Julie, ever the cool one, had anticipated her sister's reaction and
informed Sarah that all I wanted from her was to suck her nipples. An
obviously shocked Sarah protested that we'd gone too far. It was one
thing to kid around, but that my behavior at dinner was disgraceful,
and depraved, and that she'd never been embarrassed like that before.
"And . . .and what if Mother or Father had noticed her . . . her . .
."
"Sarah," Julie said quietly, wresting control of the situation as Sarah
waved her hands in frustration at not being able to complete her
thought.
"What?"
"You haven't said no."
"I haven't said no? What do you mean, I haven't said no?"
"All Rachel wants to do is suck your nipples. You're ranting and
raving, but haven't said it was out of the question. May I assume you
might entertain the possibility?"
"Are YOU out of your mind?"
"No. I think you want to, but don't know how to go about telling
Rachel."
"You're mad!" Sarah said, but she was clearly flustered.
Julie, ever the shrewd one, realized this, and guessing Sarah was close
to agreeing, followed with, "Why don't I clear out of here. You two
should meet and clear the air between you like two responsible adults.
Can I take it that you're willing to meet with her in your room?"
Julie told me later that Sarah arched her eyebrow at this, saying, "Why
my room?"
"Because," Julie said, "Mom and Dad will be paying attention to
Rachel's and my rooms. They know I'm bi, for Christ's sake! Besides I'm
NOT going to be present. So whatever transpires will be without my
knowledge."
And so it was arranged for me to visit Sarah in an hour's time. I can't
describe how excited I was. I couldn't keep still, pacing the floor,
plopping on the bed, then jumping up to pace some more. Finally the
hour was up and I quietly left my room and tapped on Sarah's door.
"Come in," she said quietly, "It's open."
Sarah still wore the black dress, while I had thrown on a robe. It was
VERY awkward at first, she was nervously smoking a cigarette as I
crossed the space between us and hugged her.
Sarah abruptly pulled away from my embrace and took a deep drag on her
cigarette, then stamped it out in an ashtray.
"I didn't know you smoked Sarah," I said.
"I don't as a rule. Only under extreme stress and this is a very
stressful situation," she said tersely.
"Think how I feel Sarah."
"What?"
"Yeah, think about it for a moment. We've only met briefly before
today. You must know I'm bisexual, yet this afternoon you deliberately
wore that tight gray turtleneck AND no bra."
She interrupted, saying, "I always dress that way when I'm home. I need
to relax away from all those stiff legal types I work with."
"No! You set out to tease me. It was a deliberate attempt to . . . well
it . . ."
I had to start again. "I was provoked by it. It made you so desirable
in my eyes . . . I just had to do something."
I realized that as I'd been talking the space between us had closed. We
were very close to one another. She had the most sensuous eyelashes I'd
ever seen, and I told her so.
Sarah's hand fluttered up to her eye as if to confirm what I'd just
told her.
"Well . . . thank you. No one's ever told me that before."
It was quiet for a moment, then Sarah burst out with, "Why in heaven's
name did you tell Julie you wanted to . . ."
"To suck your nipples?"
"Yes, damn it! How crude a thing to say to one's sister."
"You forget, we're lovers. Lovers talk like that. It goes with the
relationship."
"But . . ."
"I know it sounds . . . crude, as you put it. But how else might I have
gotten my point across?"
"You could have said it to me."
"But I did. At diner, it was the first opportunity I had to say
anything personal to you. I distinctly recall telling you how lovely
your breasts were."
"And shocked the hell out of me too."
"Hadn't Julie already told you what I want to do to your . . ."
"Never mind! It wasn't appropriate."
"Was it timely?"
"Was it timely?"
"I asked you first."
We both started to laugh at this exchange. Sarah took my elbow and we
sat down on the lounge. It marked the first time she'd touched me. Our
thighs touched as we sat, this was definitely by Sarah's choice. I
definitely felt a trickle of excitement run down my spine, and the
warmth of anticipation bloomed in my stomach. I knew I had her!
Tilting my head to meet her eyes, I saw the desire, and need within, a
combination that set my pulse skipping. I concentrated on being patient
and waited for Sarah to continue speaking.
"Rachel," she began a moment later, "when you groped my leg under the
table . . . I almost tipped the damn table over."
"I was worried something like that might happen. You showed remarkable
control Sarah, remarkable."
"Thank you, I think. So . . . what do we do now?" She asked pensively.
"This," I said and lightly brushed her lips. The kiss that followed was
slow, deliberate and devastating. She'd expected a harsh, hungry mouth
on hers perhaps that was why the soft, lazy romance of the kiss
disarmed her so completely.
"Mmmm," she hummed. I kissed her again and her mouth opened like a baby
bird's to receive my wormy tongue. A few minutes later and Sarah had
voluntarily lowered her top and I was staring at her wonderful breasts.
They were small, and came straight out from the bottom only to slope
gently back at the top. They were longer than they were round ---
almost, but not quite cone-like. Sarah's divine nipples, huge dark-
brown crowns, looked out of proportion on her breasts.
"Now that you've seen them, do you like them?" She asked, her eyes
fluttered. She was anxious, nervously awaiting my opinion.
"Please Sarah," I said, meaning every word, "don't tell Julie, but
yours are the most perfect breasts I've ever laid eyes on. I truly love
Julie, and her breasts are terrific, but they cannot compare to yours."
She drew in a deep breath, eyes wide open, probing mine.
"Now, Sarah, I have to taste them."
"Uh, yes, of course." She cupped her right breast in her hand and
offered it to me. I kissed the nipple and then hungrily placed the
entire breast in my mouth.
I felt rapture, pure, unadulterated rapture. My entire body tingled and
I thought about the Jell-O that we'd eaten earlier at dinner as my
tongue moved around the tight, spongy flesh, savoring the feeling of
the tip of her hard nipple against the roof of my mouth. Ohhhh, I
played with those wonderful perky breasts --- pushing them together and
pulling on them ever so gently --- slowly popping them in and out of my
mouth; sneaking a glimpse at her face as I nearly devoured them. Her
neck was arched back, her mouth open, and she was gasping in short,
quick breaths as she held my head firmly in place with both hands.
I was mad with wanting her. I positioned myself across her stomach
while caressing her breast with my hand. My saliva had made her nipples
slick, and as I slowly teased them by pulling them between my fingers,
her hand covered mine.
"That feels so good, Rachel. I never thought it would be this way. I
mean guys . . . you know --- well they . . ."
"Shush," I whispered wondering if Julie or anyone else had their ear to
the door.
By this time, Sarah's dress had worked its way up around her waist and
my chest was between her legs, my mouth traveled across the soft skin
of her stomach. Now Sarah was breathing slowly, softly, deeply,
emitting short sighs with each exhalation.
"Do you do this with my sister?" She asked her voice hoarse and grated.
"Not exactly," I said evasively, not wanting to discuss Julie's and my
techniques.
"Are we about to make love, or is this a car rental commercial?" She
managed, before taking a deep breath. I laughed. Sarah was an attorney
after all and knew how to ask clever questions.
"Okay," I laughed, "we make love all right, but there's more passion
involved. I don't mean we tie each other up or that we're into S&M, but
we're seldom this tender with each other, okay?"
"Mmmm. I like tender," she sighed. "More tenderness please," her hand
released my hair and began to tease the nape of my neck.
In return, I nuzzled the tops of her panties, causing her stomach to
contract.
"Are you taking advantage of me, Rachel?" Sarah inquired with a
contented sigh, hugging the pillow under her head and letting me have
my way.
"No," I said as innocently as possible, "I'm just trying to make you
comfortable."
"How sweet of you," she purred in a honey-coated tone, also dripped
with sarcasm. Obviously she didn't believe a word I was saying.
I caressed the cotton crotch of her panties with my nose, feeling her
heat and the moisture threatening to soak through, and Sarah took a
deep breath and slowly exhaled. I swallowed, then inhaled the aroma of
her arousal.
Using my teeth, I began inching her panties lower and lower while my
hands caressed the back of her knees. Sarah was now trembling with
anticipation. Her skin was smooth, hot, and unbearably soft to my
touch. I wanted to taste her, devour her --- I found her mouth and she
slowed her movements in order to greet my tongue. I thought back to
Danielle. My god, that was only weeks ago! I felt pangs of guilt in
taking advantage of Sarah, and she was older than I.
The kiss was long and soft. Tenderly I plied a sensitive nipple, until
she opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. I smiled and gently
stroked her face.
"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you."
"I didn't know for sure, but I felt something happen between us at the
table," she said, almost inaudibly.
"Lift up a bit," I grunted, trying to lift her hips. "I have to get
these panties off."
Sarah complied, and with a flick of her ankle flung them across the
room. Then she wriggled out of her rumpled dress and sent it flying in
the general direction of her panties.
I was staring at her glistening cunt when Sarah giggled. "Doesn't the
dress usually go first?"
"This isn't usual, Sarah my darling," I said, looking up at her, my
voice husky with desire.
"Can I see you?" She asked meekly.
"Of course." And I rose to a sitting position and struggled out of my
robe.
Sarah took me in much as a man would, staring from top to bottom. I
felt my nipples harden into diamond tips under her gaze.
"You're beautiful," she said.
"Thank you, but no, I'm not beautiful. You and Julie are truly
beautiful . . . I'm kind of plain."
"No. No, you're really beautiful in my eyes. Like a Botticelli
portrait, angular, yes, but beautiful non-the-less . . . and your eyes
are simply devastating."
As she spoke my hand caressed her stomach, moving lower with each
touch, finally my fingers curled around her thick pubic hair and
tugged. It was as if all the air in her lungs rushed out in a whoosh! I
waited until Sarah drew some air back into her before asking, "Do you
want me to touch you?"
Her eyes were closed, and she was absolutely beautiful. She didn't say
anything until I began to move my fingers toward her secret folds.
"Yes, please," she murmured so softly I wasn't sure I heard her.
I began to rub my fingers along her outer labia. With the first touch
of my fingers Sarah began to writhe, struggling toward them, struggling
away. I watched her frantic denial as I levered myself over her.
"Look at me," I whispered. And when her eyes opened, my tongue
descended, parted her moistened folds and entered her. Sarah's hips
churned violently at this and her hand went to her mouth to stifle the
scream forming there. I held her hips for a moment, feeling her sharp
bones against my palms before clutching the cheeks of her ass in order
to keep my mouth upon her molten cunt.
She began to breathe with more force, building with each probe of my
tongue. In all too brief a time, Sarah exploded into a muffled groan,
throwing her head back deeply into the pillow.
I stopped, thinking I had hurt her, then realized with some amusement
that her legs had wrapped around my head, locking me in place, pulling
me harder against her. She was coming! That was easy to tell from her
actions, but I was having some difficulty in breathing. I maneuvered a
finger toward her anus and after briefly tickling her rosebud, deftly
entered her back hole. Thus prompted, Sarah came big time! And as it
passed, her grip on me relaxed. I continued to kiss and lick her, now
using my fingers to separate her folds and tongue her at my leisure as
she shuddered under me.
"How? What? My God . . ."
"Easy . . . take it easy Sarah. Jeez, you came so fast . . . I can't
believe it. You must have been ready to come before I started."
"Rachel?" She was covering my face with wet, sloppy kisses.
"Yes Sarah my love?" I kissed her back before she could respond.
"Please forgive me." She was actually blushing as she spoke. "I was
frigging myself before Julie came to my room. And I had three fingers
inside me after she left . . . before you arrived . . . so yeah, I was
ready to . . . But when you did that thing . . ."
"Thing? What thing?"
"My ass, your finger . . ."
"Oh." I was surprised she even mentioned this. "Sarah, the only reason
I did that was to startle you. I couldn't breath you had such a tight
grip on me."
"Is that why?"
"Yes, I mean, I'll do that once in a while with Julie and vice versa,
but we've come to expect it."
"I never thought . . ." Sarah began, as her hand caressed the underside
of my breast, "I never thought THAT could cause me to get off like
that."
We both watched my nipples harden, as I said, "You've never let a guy
do you back there?"
"Are you crazy? The pain would be excruciating. Why would I let him
stick it up there, when . . .?"
I interrupted her. "Sometimes it can be very pleasurable. But it has to
be done right, sort of like the way you're playing with me right now."
"Oh!" And Sarah's hand dropped away from me.
"No, Sarah!" I exclaimed. "That's fine. I love your touch. Please
continue."
"All right. I've never touched another woman in my life. I haven't
touched many men either."
"Can I do you again Sarah, or is it too soon?"
Smiling broadly, Sarah said, "I was hoping you'd ask. Please go on,
pleasure us."
"Pleasure us?" I asked.
"Umm, I know what I feel . . . you must take . . . umm, something away
from it . . . don't you?"
My hand snaked its way along her thigh until it reached her mons and
quickly delved within.
"You bet I do, Sarah my love, my divine love."
With that, a giddy Sarah spread her legs apart and toyed with her
nipples, waiting for me to start anew.
I sank my face into the thick moss of dark hair in her groin. Her hair
narrowed into a small furrow as I moved lower. Sarah said something
then, her petite hands pulling my head up, but my tongue found her most
sensitive spot and the smell of her sexual excitement was overwhelming.
Slowly and firmly I probed her vagina with my tongue. Sarah's tugging
hands relaxed against my head, and contentedly wrapped her fingers in
my hair as she sang a low song of enjoyment. I made a point not to rush
her this time and keeping a finger moving inside her, kissed and nipped
my way along as I followed the small blue veins visible on her inner
thigh. I remembered not to neglect her anus and teased it with my other
hand.
"No!" Sarah cried.
"Yes!" Sarah moaned. "Oh, yes! Do it! Do it!"
"You don't mind?"
"No! No! Go on, try it."
But I held off, preferring to let the anticipation build. I contented
myself with moving gently around her back hole, touching it on
occasion, but only fleetingly, listening to Sarah keen each time I did
so.
Then cruelly, I abandoned her ass, leaving her trembling with the loss.
But I hadn't meant to be cruel to Sarah, not at all. I spread her cunt
lips apart with my thumbs, reveling in the sight of her most private
area as she writhed against me, pleading for me to get her off.
"Shush," I said, risking a quick look up. Sarah's face was in a fierce
grimace, eyes tightly shut, veins pulsing in her throat. "Pleasure
takes time," I said softly. We have time. I'm not a guy getting ready
to come before you do, leaving you hanging. No. I'm teasing you,
seducing you deeper and deeper so that when you come . . . it will be
extraordinary. You'll remember it always. Now hush, let me do my thing."
"Please," she said in the voice of a little girl.
"This will be so good Sarah, just go along with me."
"Kay, she whimpered and her mouth curled in quiet smile.
Leaning forward, I softly blew on her furtive, vaginal lips, careful
not to breathe inside her. Sarah's knees moved further apart, freely
opening herself to me. It was amazing, for I found myself looking into
what might have been a flowery painting by Georgia O'Keefe. I was not
caught up in my usual web of lust. I found myself moving slowly,
deliberately in this perfect seduction. I took careful note of her
clitoris coaxing it from under its hood. I sensed that it, like mine
would duck back under as her climax approached. But I knew its hiding
place now and could call on it at any time.
I was also treated to sights normally missed during cunnilingus, like
seeing clearly the dark wet line of hair on her cunt contrasted against
the hairs on her thighs. I lavished kiss after kiss upon them.
Relentlessly, I continued to probe with my fingers and licked and
kissed her from belly button to knee, all the while listening to her
rapid breathing occasionally interrupted by a sharp intake of breath as
each sensitive part was caressed. I returned to her mouth and our
tongues wrestled delightedly. No doubt she could smell her scent on my
lips and taste herself on my mouth.
We were both moaning as I kissed her neck, her ears, moving down to
place one breast in my mouth, then back to her neck where I found and
sucked upon a throbbing vein.
"I never . . . oh, Rachel . . ."
My ever-roving hand returned to her anus and without any hesitation,
entered.
"It's in!" she whimpered in astonishment. I pushed it in further and
met no resistance.
"Oh my God, it's in so deep . . . "
"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked tenderly.
"No, not hardly."
"I'm gonna move it in and out a little more, but first . . ."
Sarah started coming as soon as my lips put pressure on her clit. I
drove my finger as far as it would go feeling her passage stretching to
allow it accessprobing her like a small cock. All the while sucking
and licking her clitoris.
Sarah screamed in joy as her climax reverberated throughout her body. I
thought the door to her room would burst open and her parents find her
grunting like an animal as I tongued her. But no one came. Sarah found
my hand and squeezed it as she shivered through another spasm. Then she
lay still, breathing heavily. I treasured the manner in which her inner
walls grasped my probing tongue, and the way her sweet juices coated my
cheeks and chin. Gradually my fingers replaced my tongue.
Sarah opened her mouth, but no sound came out as her eyes flew open,
but didn't see anything. Her arms were flailing the air around us.
Suddenly she found her voice.
"Ohhh, lick me! Lick me! Lick me!" She moaned.
"Please lick me! I'm coming! I'm coming so hard! My God I can't believe
. . ."
"My fingers, not my tongue," I growled.
Her hips bucked up and down and it was all I could do to keep them in
contact with her twitching cunt. She squeezed on my hand so hard that
it brought tears to my eyes.
Then gradually, she slowed down.
"My God, I love what you're doing." She panted.
"Imagine that each finger is a little cock," I wheezed, trying to catch
my breath.
"Umm," she replied.
And I re-enforced the thought by squeezing a fourth finger inside and
bending and twisting them all the way to her uterus.
Sarah groaned.
"Try to swallow my fingers in your cunt. Do you call it cunt Sarah?'
"Nuh . . . no. Pussy, my pussy."
"Can your pussy swallow my fingers?"
"Ummm, trying . . ."
I felt her vaginal muscles drawing down on my fingers, trying to trap
them. But Sarah wasn't very skillful in that area. Not yet, but I'd
show her how later.
"Good, very good. Now let's change our position, shall we?"
"Okay, how?"
"Get on your hands and knees."
"Now, get your ass up high and spread your legs."
"What . . .?"
"Shush, I'll take care of things."
"Ummm. You . . . you're not going to put something big up my ass are
you?"
"No, now quiet my love."
I heard her breath become ragged as she waited in expectation of my
next move. Sarah didn't have long to wait. I watched as her cunt
swallowed one finger after another. Without conscious thought, her hips
pressed up against my hand, helping the fingers ease their way inside.
"Jesus," Sarah moaned, "I . . . I've never felt so vulnerable in my
life. Yet I'm so excited by this . . ."
"I know baby," I cooed into her ear, "it's delicious isn't it?"
"Ummm, yeah. Delicious, yeah."
I squatted behind her, and placing both thumbs face to face, pressed
them sideways against her vaginal walls while my fingers clutched her
ass. Sarah purred for me. I began to rotate her body a little to the
left, then the right before she caught on and continued without any
further coaxing.
Juices are flowing from her at this point and I use them, liberally
ladling them out along her outer thighs, covering her entire cunt and
mons with them.
Sarah was grunting like a small piglet stuck in a hole, not knowing how
to back out. I smacked the cheek of her ass. She quivered, but didn't
cry out except to grunt at a faster pace. I smacked the other cheek and
got the same response. My handprints left a fiery red glow on each
cheek. Now I knew Sarah liked to be spanked, (and filed it away for the
future) but moved to her clitoris and gently stoked it North to South.
Of course, this caused friction on the hood of her clit coercing it to
expand and contract. My goal was to bring on the sensation (Incredible
for me when Julie gets me off that way.) of the clit being pulled in
two directions at oncefirst by the hood on top, and secondly by the
vaginal lips below. My other hand was busy finger fucking her, and
working different variations on her labia.
"Ohhhhh, she moaned. "Keep going! I'm . . . gonna . . . oh, God, oh,
God!"
"Mmm, you're such a tease," she moaned happily a few minutes later
after her breathing had almost become normal. Her chest has rising with
long, slow determined breaths as I pushed my body against her. Our
breasts rubbed against one another. I pushed myself up so our nipples
touched, and we kissed repeatedly in this position until I tired and
lay upon her.
"What you did . . .?"
"Uh huh?"
"An acquired taste, I suppose?"
I giggled. "Yes, one could say that. But as I recall, my first time I
reciprocated with almost expert skills. At least that's what Julie
said."
Moving back to her wonderful breasts, I fondled one while teasing the
other's nipple, now a swollen, huge, dark strawberry.
"That's . . . that's soooo nice, Rachel. I love it. Never thought I'd
say that, but it's true. I fucking love it!"
I gave the side of her breast a gentle nibble.
"You still owe me, love," I giggled and ran the tip of my tongue in a
small circle around her other nipple.
Sarah groaned. And with closed eyes said, "I love you, I love you, oh,
I love you, Rachel."
I squeezed her breast and bit the other. "So . . . what will you do for
me?"
"Huh?" Sarah husked, as though deep in a languorous dream, and perhaps
she was.
"So . . . what are you willing to do for me?"
Sarah's legs parted a little more, exposing her glistening pubis.
"Hmmm? Are you serious? I don't think I can go down on you Rachel . . .
I'm not . . . at least I don't think I'm . . ."
"I repeat," I said, my hand gliding into her wet folds, and smiled as
her legs opened wide for me. "What, if anything are you willing to do
for me?"
"Ohhhhhh!" She moaned as I entered her and sought out her spot.
She moaned again and her hips began gyrating as another orgasm closed
in.
Afterward, I held her hand to my cheek and told her I loved her.
"Me too," she whispered in my ear. "I'll never get tired of hearing you
say it either."
I hugged her tightly and whispered back, "Do me. Do me please?"
"Alright," Sarah said softly, but I can't eat you."
"Why not?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"It's just . . . I'm not bi." Sarah said lamely and lowered her eyes.
"Touch me then."
"Where?"
"Down there. My cunttouch my cunt. It's the least you can do for me,"
I ran my fingers along her spine, generating another shiver from her.
Sarah shifted her body and knelt between my legs. Her hand reached out
and touched my belly button.
"Ummm," I moaned contentedly, "that feels good. Please . . ."
My thumbs were already opening my vagina to her. I cried out when she
touched me there and Sarah nearly bolted off the bed.
"No! No! You didn't hurt me Sarah," I reassured her. "It's the
anticipation of it all. I'm tremendously excited and . . . and . . ."
"I understand," she said, returning to her place between my legs.
Slowly, so slowly it was excruciating to me, Sarah moved toward me
again. I was tense from both what was to come and no wanting to
frighten her further. This time I moaned softly when her delicate
fingers plied my outer lips open. She leaned in toward me and my hands
lightly gripped her behind and gently kneaded it in a teasing fashion.
She got the message and returned the light caress.
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked.
"I'll kill you if you do," I didn't recognize my voice, it was so
strained.
Sarah chuckled nervously, and sent her finger into me.
I arched upward compelling it deep within and heard her giggle.
"Like this? She said.
"Yes, damn it, like that." I hissed and drew a moan from her as my
thumb tickled her rectum.
"I like that Rachel." She said simply, and added another finger,
pushing them in and out and sending me off on the beginning of a
delirious trip.
"More," I managed to croak.
"More what?" she teased.
"More fucking fingers Sarah! Don't be a bitch, give me everything
you've got!" I groaned, hating myself for giving in to her so early.
But I was near a terrific climax. I knew it. And she knew it too.
My head fell back and I grasped my legs pulling them up alongside my
head.
"You should see the view from down here," she whispered into my cunt.
"Kiss it!" I moaned.
"No."
"Lick me there," I pleaded.
"No."
I was writhing, twisting and turning and presenting Sarah with some
difficulty in keeping her fingers inside me.
"Try to hold still," she said, "I'm having trouble with this."
Then I sat up and gazed down at her. She needed some reassurance from
me.
"You have pretty small hands, like I do," I said. "I was wondering if
you would . . . you know . . . do me with your fist?"
Sarah bubbled over with laughter, and hugged me hard, pulling me down
again on the bed.
"You are a shameless little pervert, aren't you," she laughed.
But I remained serious. "You don't have to, if you don't want to."
Sarah kissed me warmly, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth as
she squeezed my breasts and pinched my thickening nipples.
I was suddenly gripped by a strong tremor, which then left as quickly
as it had arrived. We both giggled anew.
"Your eyes just fluttered shut," Sarah giggled again, then teased,
"Don't you want to watch as the bitch gets you off?"
"Sarah . . ." I implored, sitting up. "Fuck me with it, now . . .
please . . . please?"
I grabbed Sarah's hand and raised it to my swollen labia, folded her
fingers to make a fist, before kissing the whole fist all over in the
most alluring, seductive, inviting way I could imagine. All the time,
holding her eyes on mine. Then I signaled her to stick this fist into
my cunny and fuck me. She leaned forward and kissed me, a slow, searing
kiss.
"Lie down, my darling Rachel. You've made me feel . . . unimaginably
good. I'm going to give you what you want."
I lay back, spreading my thighs, exposing my delectable cunny to her.
Sarah slid down my body and began to masturbate me by sliding two
fingers up and down my warm, wet channelopening it wider and wider. I
heard myself panting. I watched intently as she pursed her lips as
though looking for the precise angle . . ."Now let's see," she laughed.
It was a high, shrill, nervous laugh, but she followed my advice, and
inserted two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and began to plunge them
in and out. It wasn't long before she had three fingers sliding up and
down my inflamed cleft, and I was gnawing on my lower lip, whimpering
softly now and then, knowing what was to come.
Suddenly, Sarah joined all four fingers together and began to push them
into my pussy, fucking me gently with them, my hole opened like Ali
Babba's secret cave for her.
"Oh . . . oh yes!" I whimpered, and gyrated my hips ever so slowly. My
thighs clenched her fingers tightly.
"You want more?" Sarah taunted.
"Oh yes! Fist me. Fuck me up to your elbow!"
Sarah gave me an odd look, and joined her thumb to her four fingers to
make a wedge and slowly worked her whole hand into my slimy, slick
cunt. I was wildly aroused watching her hand moving deeper and deeper
into me.
"Oh shit . . ." I gasped.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No . . . it feels wonderful. Ughhh! Ahhh, yes! Ughhh!"
"Rachel honey, your pussy is so wet," Sarah crooned, as her hand eased
in and out. "Look at all the cream you're generating." Her fingers were
my eyes as they squished their liquidy noise in the copious juices
flowing out of me.
Suddenly, her fist slipped in past the knuckles. "Oh! Look at that,"
she exclaimed. "I didn't think I could get in that far."
I grunted softly, not daring to tell her she might plunge up to her
wrist as we proceeded.
Our eyes met, and Sarah whispered, "How does it feel?"
At first I couldn't answer. Taking a deep breath, I managed to gasp,
"Fuck me . . . Sarah. I'm gonna come hard . . . any second!"
Sarah leaned forward and kissed me lovingly, rotating her fist at the
same time. I realized she was toying with me, not wanting me to come .
. . Then I felt it. Her whole hand was in me!
I was totally confused. I remember moaning and writhing on the bed, my
face must have been contorted in a horrible grimace, part agony, part
unbelievable pleasure. I thought I was going to tear my nipples from my
body so hard did I pull on them. I tasted blood and realized I'd bitten
my lower lip.
From somewhere in the background I heard a soft, almost demented
keening and realized it was me! Eyes wide open, I lay spread-eagled and
watched as Sarah's fist rhythmically slid deeper and deeper inside me.
I concentrated as hard as I could to clasp it with my inner walls.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, with a puzzled expression. "You're grabbing me! I
never thought it possible."
Then I lost track of time as I lent myself to her ministrations. I was
coming and coming and coming, there seemed to be no end to it. And I
was so grateful. Sarah, I realized was an extraordinary person.
As I calmed down and began the return to earth, it occurred to me that
I was empty! She'd withdrawn her fist and my vaginal walls clutched at
an empty void. I discovered myself crying at the loss.
"Shush," I heard from somewhere far away. And Sarah's tongue was
licking my clit, teasing and sucking it and I knew I was going to die
of pleasure. My clit soared to life as her tongue flickered over it,
causing it to throb as never before. I started to come unabatedly, my
body crushed by a violent seizure of such intensity that I blacked out
for a moment. When I regained consciousness an orgasm was still in
progress, seemingly wrenching my body in several directions at once.
When it passed, an eternity later, Sarah's mouth rested on my thigh.
"Want another?" She asked, smiling devilishly through juice covered
lips.
"You're worse than Julie," I said, and bit my lower lip as Sarah slowly
licked the length of my pussy.
"Shall I wipe this in your hair," she asked, holding her fist in the
air and I realized who was now in control.
"Just kiss me," I sighed.
"Please?"
"Please kiss me."
She did. Tenderly and for the longest time, then nose to nose with me
she said, "Truth be told, I liked doing it with you. But we're never
going to do it again after tonight."
"Does that mean you want some more . . . right now?"
"Uh-huh," she said shifting her hips so that her mons faced my mouth. I
devoured her once again.
The night passed quickly enough as we took turns caressing one another.
It's pretty much a gratifying blur. I recall Sarah frantically
undulating beneath me, screaming several times and then joining me in a
rousing 69; and tasting each other's anus before we came again in hot,
body melting waves. It was almost five a.m. when I left her room.
We left around eleven, returning to Columbia. I never said a word to
Julie about it.
Sarah and I will meet again. We just have too.
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