Message-ID: <48393asstr$1089058204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <dai_wakizashi@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Originating-Email: [dai_wakizashi@hotmail.com] From: "dai_wakizashi" <dai_wakizashi@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1409 X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY2-DAV4R0rmTIVvLV0001f533@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 05 Jul 2004 15:03:50.0686 (UTC) FILETIME=[47C97BE0:01C462A1] x-no-archive: yes x-archive-expire: 2004-12-31 x-assm-no-berne-warning: no X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 17:05:42 +0200 Subject: {ASSM} REV Tales from an Unknown Corner 04/04 {Dai_wakizashi} (MF, FF, MFF, cons, rom, an, or, toys, pet) Lines: 2744 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 48393 Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2004 16:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48393> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw <1st attachment, "tfauc-pt-04.txt" begin> Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner Chapters: 17-20 (of 20) Author: Dai_wakizashi Universe: Tfauc Summary: Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey. Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama Status: in progress Revision: 2.0 Web Sites: ASSTR- http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dai_wakizashi/www/ SOL- http://storiesonline.net/home.php EWP- http://www.ewpub.org/ewpub.html Discussion Forum: http://www.ewpub.org/messageboard/viewforum.php?f=76 ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Dai_wakizashi (dai_wakizashiAThotmailDOTcom). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (c) 2003-2004 Dai_wakizashi. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER [Tfauc] CHAPTER - 17: The Trip Continues The water in the tub was warm and soothing. Apparently my hands were also soothing, prompting Sarah to say, "You have magical hands, Mitch. Do you mind if I ask you something?" "Depends on the question, Sarah." "You haven't been with many women, have you?" "I think you know the answer to that question, Sarah. Why do you ask?" "You're very good. How come?" "Umm... I don't think I'm that good, Sarah. I just enjoy giving pleasure, because it's part of the pleasure I take from my partner." "Oh, no, Mitch. You're good. I don't mean you are world's best lover, but you know what you're doing. I'm curious where or how did you learn... since you haven't been around... like that thing you've done a while ago, with your fingers..." "Oh, that... Heh. Would you believe if I said I read about it?" "Really? Where?" "In one of those men's magazines. They don't contain only pictures of naked girls, but have some interesting articles. Like all men, I enjoy sex, and I've always been curious once I discovered what sex is. I think I must have read a lot. When you are shy and curious you do what you can to satisfy your curiosity. I guess it helped." "I'd say... I never came that strong in my life. I think you found my G-spot." "I guess. I don't remember all the names and such, except the common knowledge things. When I had read about it, I had labeled it as the ON switch." "Very funny, Mitch," she retorted, indignantly. "I'm not trying to be funny, but you have to admit, it acts like that." Laughing, she said, "Yeah, I guess you have a point there." "Oh, I don't have a point, but you have a spot," I retorted. "Don't start again, Mitch. I'll make you regret it, even if it means Kathy will skin me alive," she warned, with a soft laugh. "Not before I make you pee," I challenged. "You probably could, but as I said. I'll make you regret it. I know a great deal about male anatomy. Tonight is for fun, not for challenges." "OK. Let's talk about something interesting." "Like what?" "I think you'll like this, since you said you were a horny little thing and like to fantasize. Tell me fantasies you have, or the kinky things you like to do." When she heard that, she twisted slightly to turn and look at me, her eyes glittering with... I didn't know what, but she seemed amused. Then, she leaned to the side of the tub, to face me comfortably. However, she immediately recoiled from the cold feel of the tub. I put my arm around her, and nudged her to lean against my arm to my side. She rearranged herself on my lap, and settled against my arm and chest, in a half sideways sitting position. "You're bad, Mitch. A real bad boy," she said, with a fake rebuking tone. "You'll experience one or two tonight, so I'd rather not talk about it. We already did the big one." "Yeah, we did, didn't we? God, I never expected that. OK, so that covers the fantasies. What about kinks? You don't have any?" She laughed. "Getting impatient?" Her eyes kept its gaze on my face, amused, teasing. "I can wait. I'm just curious. In many ways you're a wild girl, Sarah. I'm pretty sure you have a wild imagination. Perhaps, I'm thinking you're a wild girl, because you've changed so much from that shy girl." "You're not bad yourself, Mitch. You were the one who started the whole tampon scene, not me, although it was one of my fantasies." "Oh, I'm plain vanilla type guy. It was just a spur of the moment thing." "If that was a spur of the moment thing, then you have real potential. It takes one to know one," she came back, making me laugh. Her eyes got distant, and she was quiet for a while making me wonder what she was thinking. "A penny for your thoughts," I prompted her. "Make it a dollar, and you've got it," she retorted, making me chuckle. "Done! So, what's on your mind, Sarah?" "I was wondering when I'll find a skilled partner like you again." Then she looked up, and I could see the lust in her eyes. With a smile, she said, "I wish I knew your girl friend." "Why do you say that?" I was surprised with her comment and curious. "I don't know. You asked about fantasies and kinks. I've done some things, but have never been in a relationship where I shared a guy with another woman. If I knew her and felt she wouldn't mind, I would probably gather my courage to ask to borrow you, now and then." "Mmmm... That's most men's fantasy; to have several beautiful girls at his beck and call. I didn't think girls would be interested in such a thing." "Oh, that's because women are competitive when it comes to their men. Unless they're very secure, and have similar fantasies. And if they were scared of sharing, such a relationship wouldn't work." "I guess. I'm curious, Sarah. Would you do something with a woman or is it just sharing the guy with another woman?" "You have a very dirty mind, Mitch," she replied with an admonishing tone. Her mind was busy, and after a short pause she added, "It's just sharing the guy, although... I have thought about women... but never did anything about it. I don't know. I never felt like experimenting with a woman." "Well, I have to admit, there's something very erotic and appealing about seeing two women together." My dick throbbed at the image of Sarah with another woman, locked in a hot 69. Of course she felt it and started to laugh. "You're kinky, Mitch. I can feel how your dick throbs at the thought of me with another woman. Who's the other woman?" "I don't know. It's kinda blurry image of you and some unknown woman locked in a hot 69." Her eyes got a bit glassy, as if she was trying to look at herself in that imaginary scene. Her eyes focused back on my face, and I could see she was heated up. The idea didn't turn her off. "So, what was happening in your imaginary scene?" I asked, with a grin. "I rather not say," she replied, with a lecherous grin. "Wow. If you're getting bashful with a little bit of an imaginary scene, it must be really something. Now, I'm curious," I teased. "Oh, the scene was hot, but I'm not getting bashful about it. I'll tell you, later. Then, you'll understand." "OK. Shall we retire to the bed? We're going to turn into prunes." "Yes, the bed will be more comfortable." While I collected the glasses and the wine bottle, and returned them to the kitchen, Sarah went to the bedroom. Thinking about how thirsty she got after sex, I took two big bottles of water from the fridge, and put them on the tray with two glasses, taking the tray to her bedroom. She had the comforter neatly folded and placed on the chair and was picking up a large towel from her wardrobe. When she saw the tray, she smiled. "Thank you, Mitch. Can you fold the blanket and the sheet and put them at the foot of the bed? The room is warm. I'll turn the heat down later." I set the tray on the night stand, and gathered the blanket and the sheets, stacking them at the foot of the bed. She unfolded the big towel until it was double folded and put it in the middle of the bed, while explaining, "I don't want to sleep in a wet spot, and the way I juice up, it's almost impossible not to have a big wet spot." She took out a few small towels and stacked them next to the tray on the night stand. The biggest surprise was, when she opened the drawer, and took out two plastic, cylindrical objects--vibrators. One was fatter than the other. Turning them on, she tested the batteries, then placed the fat one back into the drawer, leaving the slim one out. Then, she took out a tube of lubricant. I was wondering what she was planning, seeing the items. When she saw me watching her, she quipped with a teasing smile, "Want me to try this on you?" "No, thank you very much! What are you planning?" "Patience, my dear. You'll see." Moving to the middle of the bed, she arranged herself on her back, knees up, legs spread, and invited me between them. As I moved into position she took hold of my cock, and guided me in, without waiting for foreplay. I guess she was ready. When I was seated deeply in her, supporting myself over her body on my arms, she said, "Try to make it last as long as possible. I'm going to use the vibrator on my clit. I want to come a few times, with you inside me. I don't know if I'll ever get you in my bed again, and I want to make the most of it. Do you mind that I'm being so greedy?" "Sarah, you're not greedy, just hungry," I replied earnestly. "I told you I enjoy pleasuring my partners. I want you to take your pleasure anyway you want. I love watching you come. You look so beautiful..." She smiled, and pulled me for a kiss. After releasing me, she reached for the vibrator and took it. She started by running it around her tits and nipples, before moving it down to the top of her pussy. In the meantime, I started to thrust into her at a slow pace using long and deliberate strokes. It didn't take her long to reach her first orgasm. One moment she was panting and gasping, the next squealing her pleasure. I enjoyed watching her lose control, and a few minutes later her second orgasm crashed. Her snug pussy was getting tighter with the involuntary muscle spasms, helped along by the sharpness of her orgasms, and I luxuriated in the sensations imparted by her slick channel and the milking actions of her pussy. During the next half hour she had several small orgasms one after another, and I was amazed at her stamina, and how she managed to keep up. It was quite a turn on and I was getting there, now that her pussy was so active. Not only that, but because she was juicing up so much, her smell was all around us, making me dizzy. I noticed she was keeping the vibrator less and less around her clitoris. As she started to get closer to another orgasm, I realized I was very close to my own impending explosion. I slowed down my strokes and she opened her eyes, questioning. "I'm getting there, Sarah." Shutting the vibrator, she put it aside, and pulled me for a kiss. "Can we change position?" she asked. "I want to try doggy." I pulled out of her, sitting on my heels, waiting for her to get into position. Before she moved onto her hands and knees, she licked her juices from my cock, and gave a few soft sucks. Turning around, she reached, and took the lubricant. "When I'm in position, use this on my backside, then lubricate the vibrator, and work it in there." Sarah was full of surprises. I never had a girl who was into anal play, although I've read about it. Getting into position, she raised her ass, spreading her legs, then lowered her upper body and chest to the bed, resting her head on her crossed arms. The view was great. She had a perfectly shaped ass, with her brown hole and dripping pussy in wanton display of feminine beauty. I must have been lost in the view, because, she asked, "Something wrong?" "Oh, no! Enjoying the view. Very much so." She smiled and said, "Good. You'll enjoy what's coming next much better. I love to be fucked, while getting my ass plugged with a vibrator. It's one of my kinks." "Mmmm. Sounds good. I'm sure it will feel great as well." I took the vibrator and lubed it, and was going to start lubricating her brown hole, but seeing it winking there, looking so clean, I decided to get adventurous. Putting the lubricant aside, I leaned and licked her pussy from her clitoris to the perineum, making her gasp. Spending few minutes enjoying her pussy, I moved to work on her perineum. She must have enjoyed it, because she was giving short sharp screams and moans. Getting hold of her cheeks, I spread them further, taking a good look at her little hole. It was crinkly with very little hair around, light brown in color, and looked very tight. It was pulsing in anticipation. I blew air over the center of it, and she gasped with the light, teasing stimulation. "Oh, God! Mitch," she moaned. I was surprised how responsive she was, so I started to lick her around her hole, teasing her further, while blowing gently over the center, eliciting more moans and gasps of pleasure. When I finally centered my tongue on her hole, she shrieked, pushing her ass back, looking for more stimulation. There wasn't really any taste, just the taste and smell of her pussy juices that had leaked and collected around her ass, when she had been on her back. Curious, I tried to push my tongue, and succeeded to penetrate her a bit, getting it nipped by her tight ring. It felt hot and tight inside her ring, and I wondered how it would be like to have my cock there, the thought making my cock throb. She seemed to enjoy anal play, but I didn't know if she liked a cock there. The vibrator she had was much slimmer than my cock, although I wasn't large by any means (a healthy seven inches of average thickness), but compared to the slim vibrator I was larger. As she felt my tongue wiggling in her hole, she started to push back more, while giving little yelps of pleasure, her body trembling and shivering with the stimulation. "Gimme... Ughh... so good...tongue fuck me... give it to me..." As she started a litany of obscenities, and got more verbal, broken by her moans and shrieks, I picked up the vibrator, and slowly pushed it inside her pussy, making her scream. When I turned it on and pumped it in and out of her pussy, and kept tonguing her tight little hole, she went crazy. I saw her upper body come off the bed, her head thrown back. A second later, she screamed her pleasure without holding back. Her little ring snapped on my tongue, for a short moment, before it went through flutters, gripping and releasing its hold on my tongue. My hands and fingers got wet from the juices leaking from her pussy, as the vibrator churned it into a frenzy. When her scream faded into a long moan, I slowed down my strokes into her pussy, while my tongue kept wiggling in her asshole, drawing her pleasure out. With a long sigh, she let her upper body fall onto the bed, suddenly overcome with the strain of her orgasm. I eased my attentions, and pulled the vibrator out, eliciting a sharp gasp, but kept caressing around her pussy, while licking and kissing her on her ass cheeks with occasional kisses and licks around her hole, to bring her down slowly. After a while, she stretched her legs, and rolled onto her back, asking me to lie down next to her. When she could manage, she smiled. "God, Mitch. You drove me crazy. That last one was too strong. I need to catch my breath before we do anything more." I kissed her and gathered her in my arms, and she moved over my chest, cuddling with me, breathing still hard, as she rested. I could feel her heart beat strong and fast, hinting how strong her orgasm must have been. After a while, she was feeling better, so I sat up, and pulled her to my lap. She reached for a glass and a bottle of water, but she was feeling pretty weak, so I helped her with a glass of water. Once she satiated her thirst, she was perky. "I loved what you did, Mitch, but you messed up my plans. I'm not complaining, mind you. You took me by surprise and I really loved it. Not many men would do that. I want to pleasure you but I need a break." "Oh, I enjoyed myself, Sarah. It was a real turn on to see you go crazy. I almost came just because it was so exciting. We still have the rest of the night and the better part of the morning. I can wait." "Oh, no. We will not wait. Not too long, unless you're tired." "I'm fine, but I'm worried about you. You need a break." "Yeah, I do, but not before you fuck me to pieces. Then we can sleep and rest. I wanted to have another one of my kinks done, but that has to wait. I don't think I'll be able to handle it now." "What were you planning?" I asked, curious. "I wanted to get my ass ready for a leisurely ass fuck. I wanted you to fuck me and come in my pussy, while working the vibrator in my ass. I enjoy an occasional ass fuck. It's something I rarely get to do, and even then usually with my vibrator, so I'm pretty tight back there. I wanted you to come, so that you could last longer there. I don't know why, but I come more intensely during anal play, however, I don't think I'll be able to handle it now." "I think we should postpone that till later. I don't think I'll last too long, even though I came a few times." "But I still want you to fuck me. Let me take the edge off, and we'll do that." So, she pressed on the root of my dick, while giving a slight but not painful squeeze to my balls. Getting on all fours, she shook her ass in invitation. "Lubricate me and use the vibrator, then fuck me. Don't worry about holding back, because I'm still hot." It took me a few minutes to get her little hole lubricated and then plugged with the vibrator. Once it was in place, I slid my cock into her pussy, which was tighter than before, due to the vibrator in the next channel. As I bottomed in her pussy, I turned on the vibrator. Even with the lowest setting, I could feel the vibrations on my cock, and they were strong enough to get Sarah moaning in pleasure again. The next twenty minutes were exquisite pleasure, as I stroked into her pussy, which was very tight and already starting its erratic palpitations. What's more, the vibrations worked into her pussy and added to the sensations my cock was being subjected to. As I got closer to releasing the pressure that was building up, I rotated and stroked the vibrator into her ass. Sarah responded with shakes and trembles at the extra stimulation, and she was getting more and more vocal, yelping, and shouting, urging me to fuck her faster. When my balls contracted, getting ready to pump their contents, I pulled back--almost out of her pussy--and gave a brutal thrust, making her scream, as I repeated the same with the vibrator. That pushed her over the brink, and she came with a loud scream. As she kept crying out her pleasure, and wailing, her body was going through contortions, and it looked like the trembles and shakes would almost tear her to pieces. Her orgasm was that strong. Of course, her pussy was also very active, going through its muscle spasms, gripping me strongly and then releasing me, urging my balls to give up the boiling cum with their insistent milking action. The sensation quickly overwhelmed me. With a groan I came, with hard and strong spurts. Even though I had come a few times, and thought I didn't have much to give, I must have had some more left in me, and I pumped out what little was left in my balls very quickly. Although I didn't have much, my cock kept throbbing, trying to pump non-existent fluids, while my balls went through their muscle spasms, helped along by the vibrations spilling over from her other channel. It was a short but a very strong orgasm, making me grit my teeth with pleasure. Long after my throbs ceased, Sarah was still going on strong. She seemed to have difficulty catching her breath, and it took me a while to realize that the vibrator in her ass was still on, and prolonging her pleasure. Lost in my own pleasure, I had forgotten about it. I was almost tempted to keep it running, and pump it in and out of her hole, to keep pleasuring her; it was such a turn on to see her completely lost in her pleasure. However, I took pity and turned off the vibrator. Then slowly, with short in and out strokes, I started to pull it out, watching her little hole work at the plastic shaft, grabbing and releasing its hold on it. She seemed to enjoy what I was doing, and despite her trembling, she responded by pushing her ass back to get more of the stimulation. Without the vibrations, she wasn't getting overwhelmed, so I kept working the vibrator in and out, until her orgasm ran its full course, and tapered down. When she grew quiet, I noticed her little ring wasn't as active as it had been. Gently, I pulled the vibrator out. It came out with a suction sound, making my cock throb with the anticipation of how it would feel inside that little hole. But, I was beat up, and in need of a long break and rest. My balls needed to recuperate, as well. They were feeling a bit tight, almost sore from the workout. Wrapping an arm around her belly, I nudged Sarah, so that she could stretch her legs, but she was still feeling the after effects of her orgasm, so I had to wait a while until she collected herself. "Sarah, honey. Stretch your legs, so we can cuddle and rest." She moaned her agreement, and with my help stretched her legs, letting me lower her to the bed, without breaking our connection. Even though I had come very hard, I was semi-erect, and I wanted to stay inside her. Once I was on top of her, I rolled us to our sides, and spooned behind her, caressing her body, getting appreciative sighs for my efforts. When my hand was caressing her tits, she took hold of it, and bringing it to her lips, she kissed it softly, before letting me continue caressing her. She was still lethargic, unable to speak. While I kept on running my hand over her body, she fell asleep. The lethargy of fulfilling sex had me in its grip, too, so cupping her tit, I closed my eyes. * * * * * I came awake, a bit groggy, having dozed off for a short while. My internal clock was telling me it hadn't been more than half an hour. When my senses came fully awake, I realized I woke up to the damp coldness of the towel on the bed, even though the room was still warm. I remembered neither of us had put the heat down. Sarah was still asleep and we were uncoupled, my cock resting against my thigh. I didn't want to wake up Sarah, but I decided to clean us. Carefully, I got off the bed, and took one of the small towels and went to the bathroom. After washing and cleaning myself in the shower quickly, I dried myself. I didn't have my toothbrush with me, so I had to improvise using my finger and toothpaste, performing my dental hygiene. She had some mouth wash, which I used to complete my ablutions. With the hot water running, I prepared a hot towel for Sarah, using the small hand towel I brought in. Back in the bedroom, I gently rolled Sarah on her back. Although I took care not to wake her up, she came awake when she came in contact with the wet and cold spot on the big towel. She was still half asleep and groggy, so I helped her move to a dry spot, and using the hot towel, I cleaned the insides of her thighs and her pussy, before drying her with another small towel. Lifting her ass by hooking my arm under her knees, I pulled the big towel from under her. I collected the dirty towels and dropped them in the laundry basket in the bathroom. In the living room, I located the controls for the thermostat, and set them down to a comfortable but cooler 18 C. When I got back to her bedroom, I found her sitting up, and awake, drinking water from a glass. Her eyes were still sleepy, though. When she saw me, she perked up visibly, and with a grateful but amused smile she asked, "Do you always pamper your lovers?" "Sarah, love, this is not pampering. I woke up to the wet spot on the towel and thought I should make us both comfortable. Waking you up wasn't in the plan though," I replied, as I got in the bed, and sat next to her. She moved in to cuddle, entwining her legs with mine, and putting her head on my shoulder. Kissing me on my neck, she said, "You're a dear, Mitch. I was so tired... I barely managed to sit up." "How are you feeling?" "Great, but I'm worn out. I'm still hungry for more, but I need to get some rest." "God, Sarah. Are you really horny?" "Just wanted to see your reaction. I'm not horny anymore," she replied, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You're wicked." "No, I'm not. Greedy maybe, but that has to wait. Ready to sleep?" "Yeah. I set the thermostat to 18 C, is that all right?" She nodded, before adding, "But we'll need the blanket. It will get cold." She reached over and put her glass on the tray, then slid down the bed to pick up the sheets and the blanket. Turning to me, she asked, "There's a night lamp in the drawer. Can you put it into the wall socket?" Putting the night light on, I got into the bed. My feet came into contact with the vibrator we had forgotten about, so I picked it up, and put it on the towels on the night stand, and turned off the light. After we shared a kiss, she asked me to lay on my back. Then, she molded herself to the side of my body; one arm over my chest, and a leg thrown over mine, between my legs, resting her head on my shoulder, letting me cuddle her in a comfortable half embrace. As she caressed my chest with her hand in a lazy manner, I stroked her body. We both fell asleep. * * * * * CHAPTER - 18: Two Sisters When I woke up the next morning, I felt rested. It was sometime around early to mid morning, and I was on my side, with Sarah spooning behind me, her soft breath warming my back. She was sound asleep. As usual, after all the drinks last night, I needed a pit stop. That was going to be a problem, because I was sporting a morning woody, which surprised me after all the activity of last night. I had had a good night's sleep and was fully awake, feeling very much relaxed, and wanted to start the day. Because of the early hours I woke up on the rig-site, it took me a few days before my body adapted to the vacation mode. I must have been tired from all the activity and the alcohol I had consumed to sleep this late. I decided to get up, put on some coffee, and prepare something light to eat. I was in a domestic mood, wanting to pamper Sarah. I took the tray with the glasses and the bottles of water, and headed to the kitchen. Passing the living room, I turned up the thermostat to warm the flat. In the kitchen I put the bottles of water in the fridge and set the coffee maker on. While the coffee was perking, I did my morning ablutions, with a quick shower in the bathroom. A half hour later I was back in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around me. The flat was still a bit cold, but warming up fast. Rummaging in the fridge, I checked what Sarah had that I could use to prepare something light. She had some fruit, which I could use to prepare a fruit salad, but I was looking for something salty, like cheese. Finally, tucked in a corner I located feta cheese, and... surprise, surprise... a box of olives; not the green cocktail olives, but black olives. _Black olives. A girl after my heart. She's a true child of the Mediterranean._ Taking stock of my finds I decided to prepare a fruit salad using apples, mandarins, oranges, and of all things, bergamot (another surprising find, which confirmed my suspicions that she was really a child of the Mediterranean). Because bergamot was a bitter fruit (almost like grapefruit, with a great aroma), I decided to use a few slices of it to give flavor and aroma to the whole concoction. I cut off a small chunk and peeled it. I also cleaned a few apples, oranges and mandarins, chopped everything into small pieces and mixed the whole lot in a big bowl. It was quite bitter so, to sweeten the mix, I sliced two bananas, put a dollop of honey on them, and mixed them in. I liked the taste, sweet and sour with a bitter bite that lingered, and juicy at the same time. I wondered whether Sarah's taste buds would agree with mine, because it was a unique and unorthodox mixture. _Well, she can put the bergamot pieces aside. The rest still tastes great._ Getting myself a cup of coffee, I started on the toast. When it was ready, I buttered the slices, distributed them between two plates, and added cheese and olives on the side. Getting two small bowls from the cupboard, I filled them with the fruit salad. The last item was cups of coffee. Putting everything on a tray, I took it to her bedroom. When I placed the tray on the nightstand, she was awakening. Leaning over, I kissed her to wake her up. She stretched, then ran her hand through her hair and grimaced. Her hair was tousled, well, more than tousled, but she looked beautiful. I never understood the female obsession with how they looked in the morning. Maybe some of them had cause for concern, but Sarah definitely didn't belong in that group. Sure, she looked sleepy, her hair was messed up, but she also had a rested, relaxed look, with a beautiful glow to her skin. When she sat up, I said, "Good morning, beautiful. Breakfast is served." "Beautiful? I must look like a scarecrow, Mitch. Get your eyes checked." "Ahh! Already fishing for compliments, I see." That quip got a smile, and woke her up completely. "Coffee?" "Mmm hmm." After a few sips of her coffee she said, "A good morning to you too. What a way to wake up." "Part of the service, Ma'am," I retorted, with a grin. "I'm not going to ask what service that is," she replied, flashing me an amused smile. "What's on the menu?" "A fruit salad, and toast with cheese and olives." "Sounds good." After she finished her cup, she took her fruit salad. Giving it a sniff, she gave me a look, questioning. "You'll not be poisoned. I can guarantee that," I said, digging into my own bowl of fruit salad. She took a spoonful, doing a taste test, and finding it satisfactory, she started to eat. When she was finished, she asked, "Did you use the bergamot?" "A small chunk. Why?" "I thought I tasted it. Interesting choice. I liked what you did with it. I hope there's enough bergamot left." "You were going to use it for something else?" "No, it was for your sister. She's going to make orange jam, but she needs the bergamot to give it a bite. Makes it taste less sweet. Last year she gave me a jar of it, and it was delicious, so I thought I would get her the bergamot and get another jar of her orange jam." "Oh, I didn't know she did that. That's Mom's recipe. She knows I don't eat jam, because it's too sweet for my taste, even though she uses very little sugar. When she discovered the bergamot, she came up with that recipe, and it was great. I think the only sweet thing I can eat at breakfast is honey." "Me, too. I can eat honey, but not any of the jams, especially from the supermarkets. Too sweet and not enough fruit. Maybe I should take the bergamot to your mom," she replied with a smile. "Sure, if you have a death wish." "Your mom still teases Kathy about her cooking?" I nodded. "They're on each other's case whenever one of them comes up with something new." "Kathy is a very good cook." "That maybe so, but she learned it all from Mom." "You're prejudiced." "I won't deny that. But then, I'm a better cook than Kathy." "I remember. You used to spend hours in the kitchen with your mom. I always thought how strange to see you there, instead of Kathy. What got you interested in cooking?" "Self preservation," I quipped, making her laugh. "Come on, be serious," she responded, when she caught her breath. "I liked Mom's cooking, and I didn't want to rely on a second hand imitation of her cooking from somebody less skilled. So, I decided to learn. It's a pretty relaxing activity; as long as you don't have to do it every day." "Yeah. If you have to cook every day, it turns into a chore." While we were chatting, she was finishing her toast with the cheese and olives. Seeing me watch her eat, she raised an eyebrow. "I'm curious. You seem to like olives, for breakfast. I don't know any people that do that." "I like them, but mostly in a salad. Same with the feta. I don't mind them for breakfast. Next time, try a bit of oregano on feta, it tastes much better. You know, my grandpa is from the islands. He uses oregano, olive oil and lemon twist on the olives. I guess I got used to olives and feta from him, when I was very young." "I'll keep that in mind. So, you're a child of the Mediterranean." She laughed. "Kind of. I wasn't even born along the coast. But it's in the blood." "Hmmm... Talking about blood... Is that why you're so hot blooded?" "Maybe," she replied, letting out another soft laughter. "No, not really. It depends on the person and how much they turn me on. With you there was pent up lust and hunger as well. I've never been like that before." She ran her hand through her hair, and then her nostrils flared as if she got a whiff of something. She bent her head sniffing, trying to find if she smelled, then grimaced. "God, I look like a scarecrow, and I smell like a brothel. I need a shower." "Sarah, you look beautiful, and you smell like you, as the room does." She colored, even though I wasn't trying to embarrass her. "Baby, come on. If you bottle and sell it as air freshener, I'm going to get a dozen." "Uhh. Please. Don't remind me," she replied softly, still feeling a bit embarrassed. "How were you with history lessons?" I asked, throwing a non sequitur. As I expected, she gave me a confused look, before replying. "Not very good. I hated the stuff. All those battles and dates and stupid names." "Heh... You missed out on the fun stuff. It's not all boring stuff. There were always colorful characters and colorful incidents, little anecdotes." "Like what?" "Take Napoleon for example. There's a story about him sending a messenger from the battle field to Josephine, about his return home." "So?" "Well, he still had to travel a week before he'd arrive at Paris. The message said: 'Don't wash up until I arrive'. There was a man who knew what he liked," I quipped, giving her a lecherous grin. Sarah crinkled her nose. "Ugghh. I should have known something like that was coming. You men are beasts." Then with a smile, she asked, "I never read that in any of the history books. You sure you're not making it up?" "That's the kind of thing they seem to forget to include in the history books. At least, the ones they use in the classrooms. I wonder when they'll wake up and realize they would get the students more enthusiastic about history if they included the juicy bits." "God, you're such a perv, Mitch. When did that happen?" "Well... There was this blonde girl I met. Hot and juicy and--" "You rat! Don't put the blame on me," she retorted indignantly, but her eyes were smiling. "OK. But I wasn't putting anything on you. In you... that's something else," I quipped. She started to laugh. "My, my, my. You must be a morning person. Already getting frisky?" "I can wait. How about you?" I replied, with a snort. "Oh, I love a morning quickie, but I really want to take a quick shower." That little exchange was already getting to her; her skin was flushed with excitement. "Sarah, you don't have to on my account. I told you, you look beautiful and I love your smell. You are not _smelly_. It's you, all of you, and I love all of that when it touches my senses," I said, with a more serious tone. "OK, stud. Give me a kiss and help me out of bed." Putting my cup on the tray, I collected her plate and cup, and put them on the tray. Then I sat by her side, and pulled her in for a kiss. After the kiss, I didn't release her, but started to kiss her neck, inhaling her womanly smell. She felt what I was doing, and tried to wiggle out from my embrace, but I had her secured in my arms. There was no way she could break free, even with her strength, and her struggles started to work against her, as her tits rubbed on my chest, getting her nipples hard. I was pretty sure she would be starting to leak around her pussy in a while. When she realized she couldn't escape, she ceased her struggles, and I released her, giving her a long kiss. After the kiss, I nuzzled her neck, inhaling her smell again, and this time, she sighed softly, accepting and enjoying my attention. When I looked up, her eyes were soft. "You make me feel so good and wet, Mitch," she said, before kissing me hungrily again. Breaking the kiss, I trailed my tongue down her neck to her collarbone, and all the way between her tits, inhaling her. She clutched my head, cooing her appreciation. When I looked up, her eyes were getting that strange hue they had when she was aroused. I didn't know if she wanted to have a quickie now, because she had asked me to help her out of the bed, so I ceased my teasing to let her make up her mind. When she felt me stop, she smiled. "Mitch, I want a morning quickie, but I really want to go to the bathroom and have another cup of coffee." "OK. I'll start a fresh batch of coffee." "It's warm here. Did you turn up the thermostat?" "Yep. I didn't want to bother with clothes." "Good. I'll join you in the kitchen." She went to the bathroom, and I collected the tray and took it to the kitchen. Filling my cup with the remaining coffee, I prepared a new batch. As I was taking a seat, she came in and headed straight for me. She pulled my towel off, draping it at the back of the chair. When I sat down, she straddled me and plastered herself against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. I realized she hadn't taken a shower or cleaned her self; just washed her face and brushed her teeth. I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands along her spine, making her shiver with my soft touches. I loved how responsive she was. "The coffee will be ready in another ten minutes. You want a sip from my cup?" I asked. "I'll wait. I like this more than coffee." While we waited for the coffee, we kept teasing each other, kissing, touching. She was already juicing up, and I felt my cock getting wet. Her nipples were hard, digging into my chest. A few minutes later, she rose up, guided my hard cock into her pussy, and sat down slowly. Somehow, she felt hotter than last night. She started a slow rocking motion, teasing both of us, stoking the fires slowly. And then the percolator gurgled, announcing that the coffee was ready. "Are you still hungry?" I quipped. Getting my joke, she laughed. "You're such a clown, Mitch. The things you say." Then she added, "Yes, I'm hungry. Hungry for your cock. The coffee can wait. I want to have some fresh cream with it." With that quip, she stood up. Picking up my cup from the table, she put it on the counter, emptying the table. Turning her back to me, she bent over the table, supporting herself on her elbows, and lowered her upper body. When her tits and stomach made contact with the table surface she hissed and shivered, from the cold surface. Looking back, she gave a smoldering look. "Come on, Stud. I want some cream." She punctuated her words by shaking her ass. I stood up and guided myself into her hot box, and taking hold of her hips, I started to stroke. "That's good, Mitch. Keep the same pace but make it harder." I increased the force, and we could hear the wet, slapping sound my balls made, accompanied by her small cries, each time I bottomed in her. I realized my balls were hitting her clitoral hood. Reaching down, I started to massage her clitoris, and she pushed her ass back, giving me more space to work, moaning her pleasure. Due to the force of my strokes, her tits were rubbing on the table, and she must have been enjoying that, because she allowed her body to be pushed back and forth along the surface of the table. I felt her tighten inside. She was almost there. I eased my efforts on her clitoris, not wanting to bring her too quickly, and slowed my pace. "Faster... ugh... I'm almost there..." "Easy, Sarah. I want you to enjoy this." "I... ahh... am... more... please..." When I pulled back I saw her little brown hole winking at me, which gave me an idea. Wetting the thumb of my free hand with spit, I placed it gently over her hole, and massaged it, getting a shriek. She pushed her ass back to get more stimulation. As her pussy got tighter, I increased the pace of my strokes. Capturing the folds of her clitoral hood between two fingers, I squeezed it lightly and started an up and down milking action. Sarah responded with a soft scream of pleasure. As she started to come and her pussy started its milking actions, I pressed my thumb inside her little hole, drawing another scream from her. Then, her back arched, her upper body coming off from the table. She started to tremble, and pushed her ass back, trying to fuck herself faster on my cock, increasing my own arousal. I kept working her clitoris, and increased the pace of my strokes, wanting to come. Feeling her come so strongly did something to me and I quickly found myself on the brink. A few more strokes, and I was ready to blow. As she was coming down, I took several brutal strokes, getting fresh moans and yelps with each of them. When my first spurt burst, I buried myself as deeply as possible. Feeling me come inside her, she started to roll her ass, trying to pleasure me. "Oh, Mitch! It's... ahhh... hot... you're burning me..." she cried, as I continued to throb and spurt inside her. Her asshole was tightening and relaxing around my thumb, but I couldn't do much because it was trapped between her ass and my belly, in an awkward position. I eased my attentions on her clitoris, playing around her pussy lips, getting my fingers wet with our combined juices that were leaking around my shaft. I moved my hand to her belly, tracing soft teasing patterns with my fingers, making her moan and shiver with the new stimulation. Leaning back, I managed to withdraw my thumb from her little hole, getting a moan, before pushing my cock back inside her. I felt her legs tremble, and leaned over her to slide both of my hands around her sides, caressing the outer swells of her breasts. I urged her to rise up a bit, so I could slip my hands under her tits. When she lifted her chest off the table, I cupped her tits, and teased her nipples mercilessly, and received moans of appreciation. Releasing my hold on her tits, I slid my arm to her belly and gently urged her to stand up. Getting the hint, she stood, taking care not to uncouple us, and back stepped with me. Allowing me to support her weight, she spread her legs, and I sat down on the chair with her on my lap. Leaning against me, she sighed softly, before turning her head to kiss me. I kept running my hands around her arms, sides, and played with her tits for a short while, before moving them down to her pussy. She broke the kiss with a moan, and closing her eyes, gave herself to my gentle caresses, letting me bring her down. After a while, she grabbed my hands and moved them to her tits, letting me cup them, and kept her hands on mine. She didn't say anything, but it seemed like she didn't want any more stimulation, preferring the gentle contact of my hands on her tits. It was a difficult proposition; I loved her tits, their soft yet firm feel, and her puffy nipples still hard, digging in my palms like small pebbles. We rested like that for several minutes quietly, until she finally broke the silence. "Mmmm. I love what you do to me." "It was my pleasure." "I'm sure it was. I feel like a brand new woman. What a way to start the day." "Yeah. A good cup of coffee does wonders." She laughed, and retorted, "That too." She wasn't going to let me score that one, but I wasn't going to concede defeat easily, so I said, "Ummm... Sarah? What else was there besides coffee?" "A hot cunt that will fuck you to death if you're not careful. I might have to phone Kathy and get her permission first, though." "You're a successful doctor, a talented singer, a lovely woman, a good friend, and a wonderful lover... with a hot pussy," I corrected her. "Thank you," she replied, softly. Then teased with, "Flattery will get you anywhere." Instead of answering, I kissed her neck and shoulders, squeezing her tits softly. "God! I'm insatiable. You drive me crazy," she responded to my attentions. "I think we should get a cup of coffee before it gets too old," I reminded. "Yeah. I could do with a cup, but I want to clean up a bit," she replied, while squeezing my hands, urging me to squeeze her tits. A few minutes later, she carefully disengaged, cupping her pussy with one hand so that she wouldn't drip on the floor, and headed to the bathroom. There was a little spot on the floor from our quickie, and some on the chair where I was sitting, so I cleaned them. Using a paper towel I cleaned myself, and then filled up a cup for her. By then, she was back, looking refreshed. Taking a sip from her coffee, she looked around as if she was searching for something, before her eyes settled on me. Kneeling in front of me, she licked my cock before sucking it into her hot mouth. Because I had cleaned up, there wasn't much she could lick. "I was looking for some cream for my coffee," she said with a disappointed look in her eyes. "Sorry, it will take a while to order a new batch." "Let's go to the living room. It will be more comfortable." She took the towel draped at the back of the chair, and we went to the living room. She put the towel on one of the couches, and asked me to take a seat. Then she went to the stereo, and put it on, before coming back to sit next to me, cuddling. When we finished our coffee, I went to her room, in search of my cigarettes. In the living room, I collected our cups and went to the kitchen to get a re-fill, and returned. Sitting next to her I lit my first cigarette of the day, getting dizzy with the first intake of nicotine. She took the cigarette from me and took a drag, but she didn't return it. "I didn't know you smoked," I said. "I don't. Not regularly. I smoke when I drink at a party or occasionally after sex." "I wish I could limit my smoking as you do. That's one nasty habit I've been reluctant to give up." "Well, you know the dangers, so I'm not going to lecture you." "You know, we didn't talk much," I said, feeling guilty because about all we had done had been making love or fucking (depending on your point of view). With a tingling laugh, she said, "Oh, but we did. Body language is the best kind of talk." "Come on, Sarah. I'm serious." She ran the back of her fingers along my cheek affectionately, before she responded with, "I know you are. I really don't have much to tell. Like your sister, I'm busy with school and the hospital. I spend my free time practicing the guitar or with your sister and other friends. I've gone through some relationships, but I don't really have the time to keep relationships and I enjoy my independence. I haven't met anybody that made my head spin, yet. I want to finish the school first, and then take it as it comes." "I would have thought you'd find a guy by now. You know what I think of you, what I see, when I look at you. There should be some guy who thinks the same way." "Perhaps. But as I said, I'm trying to catch up on what I missed when I was younger." "Well, Kathy wasn't very active when she was young. At least, to my knowledge." "True, but she got asked out and got hot and heavy a lot of times, even though she didn't go all the way. I didn't get to do that. I was shy when I was young, and self-conscious about my looks. When I got over that phase, quite late, the boys were scared I wouldn't be interested in them. And the ones that finally got interested were the wrong kind." "Even in the med school?" "Well, the first two years were difficult, then I repeated a year, because I was thinking of singing professionally. I was young and my head was filled with dreams of fame and big money. And I was hanging with the wrong crowd. You know the type, always partying, and drinking, and barely managing school, if at all. Kathy reminded me of our dreams, how we wanted to be doctors, that I could always become a professional singer, if I wanted, after finishing school. She was right, and managed to convince me. I owe her much. She spent months helping me catch up on the classes and bring up my grades." I noticed her gray eyes were moist, and she was looking at someplace far away, as if remembering something, but I didn't understand how her story would make her so emotional. I got the feeling there was more to than she was telling me. "Sarah, I know you're very close to each other, but why do you feel so strongly about her?" "I told you I was young and foolish. The first year wasn't overwhelming, and I got by with little studying. I was partying and busy with music. I was hanging with the wrong crowd. Things were different in my second year, and that was when I got into trouble. My parents were going crazy with me, and Kathy pulled me aside a few times. Then she bailed me out of a tight spot during a party, catching somebody slipping something in my drink. That was an eye opener, and I realized Kathy was right, but then I was way behind in my classes, so I failed that semester. Kathy helped me with the studying, and I passed the repeat semester. In the meantime, Kathy's social life was suffering because of me. She was dating a guy, and they broke up because Kathy was busy with me and didn't have time for him. How did I pay her? By failing the next semester. She was very angry, rightly so. I thought she would turn her back on me, but instead she kept helping me with my studies. So I finished the second repeat semester, and after that I got a handle on things." "I see... It cost Kathy her guy... Was he worth it?" "No. But neither of us knew it at the time. The point is, the guy wasn't the only thing I cost Kathy. After the break-up, he started to date another girl; a spoiled little rich bitch. You know the type, daddy's little princess. Her daddy was another piece of work. He was a professor in the med school. Once Kathy realized the guy wasn't worth her trouble, she got over him pretty quickly. However, he was hung up on Kathy. The little bitch he was dating was jealous, because her guy was still hung up on Kathy. So what does the little bitch do? She manipulates her daddy and sets him against Kathy. Kathy's third year turned into hell. Nothing she did was good; her work was below average, etc. That bastard even managed to influence a few other instructors as well and turned them against her. Kathy's hands were tied. She could have fought, but even if she had won, she would have lost. In the medical world reputation is everything. They don't look favorably upon students who embarrass a professor." "So, how the hell did she survive?" "That prick of a professor got an attractive offer from a private practice in another city, and decided to take it. His daughter, the little bitch, suddenly found she was failing exams, so she quit school. With those two gone, the negative criticism pretty much stopped. There were other professors and assistant professors who were quite fond of Kathy and her work, and suddenly they found they could voice their opinions without fear of repercussions. Slowly the others who were putting Kathy down realized they had been taken for a ride by the bastard who left, and they were embarrassed. It was a minor scandal, although it rarely made the rounds of gossip, and few people were aware of what happened. I feared they would turn against her again, because of their part in the scandal and their embarrassment. To her credit Kathy never said a word or indicated she was aware of anything out of ordinary. I think that's what finally decided it for some of the professors, and they treated her fair and square. I know of three professors who apologized to her in private for the unfair treatment and their part in it. Do you know what your sister's reply was?" When I shook my head, she smiled and said, "You must be mistaken. I'm not aware of any unfair treatment, but I appreciate your concerns." "Jeeez." "Yes. Now, that's class!" "How the hell did you hear all that if it was kept under wraps? Especially about the three professors?" "That was pure luck. One of the professors forgot that an intercom was open, and his secretary heard the conversation. She liked your sister very much. For good reasons. Kathy had spent several nights in the ICU when her eight year old son had been hospitalized, frequently at his bedside. I saw the kid a few times, visiting together with Kathy. The poor kid was beaten badly. Kathy is still fond of that kid. By the way, that's why she chose Pediatrics. Anyways. So, the secre--" "Just hold on a second," I cut her off suddenly, a light bulb going off in my head. "What--" "Tell me about the kid." "Mitch? What's wrong? Are you all right?" I didn't realize my voice was hoarse, until I spoke again. "I'm OK. Why?" "You look pale." Trying to calm myself, I tried again. "I'm all right, Sarah. Please, tell me about the kid. Whatever you can remember." She gave me a curious look, while thinking back, trying to remember about the kid. "He was an eight year old kid. Two kids in the playground beat him up. I really don't know the whole story. When I saw him he had many bruises. I think he was in the ICU for something else, and not for injuries from the beating. A blood condition or something." "How did Kathy know him?" "I think she was doing the rounds with other students in ICU as part of a tour of the hospital and her studies, when they brought in the kid. After that, every minute she could spare, she was by his bedside. I know that she wasn't supposed to be there, but somehow she managed to get in." My mind was busy with what Kathy had told me about the time I was nine years old. Was her interest in that kid related to what happened so long ago? _I hope not, Sis. That's too long to carry a hurt._ "Mitch, something's wrong. I can see that. Tell me what's bothering you." "It's nothing, Sarah. It might be something from my past. When I work it out, I'll tell you, but I don't make any sense out of it at this moment." "Are you sure it's not related to Kathy?" _Shit! Bloody female intuitions!_ "To tell the truth, I'm not sure about anything, Sarah. I need to think about it. I don't even know if I can figure it out. Let me think it over, OK?" She wasn't convinced, but she realized I wasn't going to talk about it. "Uh, OK." "Back to the story. You were saying the professor had forgotten the intercom was open," I prompted her. "Yeah. So the secretary listens to the whole exchange and hears every word. She also knew if this got out it could cause problems, but she knew Kathy and I were best friends. I guess she must have remembered me from the time when I was with Kathy by her son's bed. She also knew I was worried about Kathy, so she spilled the beans to me, reminding me the possible consequences if it ever got out, as if I needed to be reminded." "I see... So you feel responsible for all the hard times Kathy had. But Sarah, it seems to me that relationship was bound to fail. Kathy would have broken up with that guy anyway, and all the shit would have happened, with or without you." "Maybe, maybe not. They might have broken up, but then it could have happened under different circumstances, without all the other things coming into play. If Kathy had broken up with him later, that little bitch and her asshole daddy would have been gone already. It's difficult to say. I know this much. It happened and it cost her." "I don't think you should feel guilty about something like that, Sarah. Kathy is very loyal, and she was loyal to her friend. She would have done it whether you asked for it or not. It wasn't your decision. It was her decision." "I understand that, Mitch. What I feel isn't because of what she had to go through. Not really. She helped me and I failed her. I should have stood on my own two feet after passing that semester, but I failed a second time, because I wasn't giving it my best. She had to help me again, while all that shit was going on around her. That's what bothers me." "She loves you, Sarah. And you make allowances for people you love. What can I say, that's Kathy. You know her better than I do." "Yes. That's why I love her." While listening to her, my mind was busy with that revelation, trying to make some sense out of it. "You said that was during her third year?" "Yes." _Shit! That was my Senior Year; when I was keeping busy with school and the part time job. When I was going to pieces after her, lost in my own little world. I was so involved with myself, I hadn't noticed anything. I wouldn't have. Shit. Shit. Shit._ "Sarah, did my parents know what was going on at the school? The trouble with the professors and such?" "I don't think so. I know she got some flack from your mom, but she also knew Kathy wasn't dawdling around. She was studying, and all her spare time was spent helping me study. So, your mom couldn't fault her. I think Kathy told them the med school was much harder than she thought it would be." I lit another cigarette, and took a drag, thinking over what Sarah said. _Yeah. That figures. She wouldn't want Mom upset, and she was helping Sarah. Mom liked Sarah, and still likes her. Kathy probably didn't want Mom to blame Sarah for what happened. So she gave Mom the impression that her problems were with difficult schoolwork, not a result of any unfair treatment, or time spent helping Sarah. Seeing Kathy give her best effort at school was enough for Mom, whether Kathy succeeded or not. Mom's only expectation at such times was 'give your best'. She had always been fair and reasonable in her expectations for her kids._ _Jeeez! Kathy didn't have anybody to talk to. Fuck!_ _I'm sorry, Sis. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you._ _What a pair of siblings we are. Secret after secret. Juggling act all along. I know I did it out of love... I didn't want to worry, or hurt you... or Dad, or Mom, for that matter. I didn't want to burden anybody with my problems._ _Now it seems, you did the same._ I hadn't realized how alike Kathy and I were, until that moment. We had been competitive, successful, and determined. We loved and cared about each other and showed it. But, we also kept things secret, not to burden the other. "Mitch, do you remember what I said to you, yesterday?" "Huh?" "When I reminded you Kathy is your blood, I also told you that you can talk to me, and it will stay here. I can see something's bothering you. Very much. I have the feeling it's about Kathy, and you know how I feel about her. Are you sure you can't talk to me?" she asked softly with an almost pleading tone, urging me to talk to her. I don't know why, but I felt tired, and old; older than my young years. Friendship, love, trust, and secrets made for a lousy combination. Sarah was a good friend. When we were young, she had been the first girl I felt comfortable talking to. Perhaps, because we had known each other for a long time as kids, and later, as teens. She had been a constant figure around Kathy, a face I was used to seeing. But, I never had serious talks with her; only about common interests like music, books, and school stuff, the daily things. She was, after all, my sister's best friend and we had never been boyfriend and girlfriend. Considering how shy I had been, Sarah had been a special case. I thought about how I should answer her question; I didn't want to evade her, she deserved better. With a tired sigh, I said, "It's not about Kathy, Sarah. It's about me. I wasn't there for her when she needed me." She didn't say anything, instead, she ran her hand on my arm, trying to give some comfort. "Sometimes things happen, Mitch. I told you my story." "Yes. You're right. Sometimes things happen. You're a good friend, Sarah. Thank you." "You're welcome," she replied, before sharing a long kiss. We spent the next several minutes in quiet solitude, finding comfort in each other's presence, cuddling, before Sarah broke the silence. "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?" "Sure. Do you have a spare toothbrush?" "I think I have one in one of the cabinets in the bathroom." * * * * * CHAPTER - 19: Virgin Tales Putting out our cigarettes, we went to the bathroom. Sarah found an unopened toothbrush and we shared the small sink brushing our teeth. It was a very domestic image, and I chuckled at it internally. Afterwards, we had a quick but enjoyable shower, working each other up. When she asked me to wash her backside, it became obvious what she was planning. Back in her bedroom, she took another big towel and put it in the middle of the bed, before we got down to business... umm.. pleasure. Although both of us were looking forward to what was coming, for some reason we took it very slow, spending the next half hour or more caressing and stroking each other. Eventually, Sarah urged me between her legs, and guided me inside her for a long and languorous session. We kept at it for quite some time, and Sarah was being careful not to excite me too much. In the meantime, she had two mild and relatively quiet orgasms. Then she positioned herself on her hands and knees, and asked me to prepare her backside using the slim vibrator. Remembering how she reacted to my tongue last night I decided to repeat it. Needless to say she enjoyed my attentions and came strongly when I started using the vibrator in her tight backdoor. After she caught her breath, she took the lube, and started coating my cock. "This is your first time, isn't it?" When I nodded, she quipped, "Goody! A virgin. My lucky day." "You're such a tease," I retorted. "That I am. But you can't imagine what a turn on this is for me. I've lusted after you, and now I'll be your first piece of ass, literally," she replied. From the strange hue in her eyes, I could see she was extremely turned on with the idea. I had seen how much she enjoyed last night, and what we just did, so I knew she was going to have a blast. "Now, couple of things. Although you're thicker than the vibrator, you should be able to fit in without too much difficulty. The vibrator did its job. But still it will be tight. Let's just take it slow and have a great time. I really enjoy a good ass fuck, so don't be concerned when I start to come, because I will come hard. You've seen the effects of the vibrator. With a real cock I come harder. I think you'll enjoy it. I hope you can hold out. I have plans." "Umm. I don't know, Sarah. The stimulation can be too much. I'm already excited with the idea." She was still lubing my cock, and felt how hard it was and how it throbbed in her hand. "Mmm hmm. I can feel how hard it is. I'm excited, too. I think I'll come like a rocket as soon as you're inside me. OK, slight change of plans. Let's start with a quick fuck to take the edge off. Afterwards we take a break and repeat it leisurely. I don't want to miss out on the fun, and I want you to enjoy it fully. How is that?" "You mean... I get to get two pieces of ass?" I quipped. Laughing, she retorted, "Yes, stud. I told you before, _Around Sarah in 80 Ways_." "I loved the read up to now. I'm looking forward to the next chapter," I said, then gathering her in my arms, I kissed her hard. After the kiss, she turned around and pulled a pillow under her belly and stretched herself over it, offering her ass in a comfortable position. I moved between her legs, and leaned over her body, supporting myself on one arm. Reaching back she used her hands to spread her cheeks to help me, and I guided my cock to her backdoor. Although her hole looked tight and small, it was dilated by the vibrator. Still, I pressed in slowly, taking care not to hurt her. At first, the ring around her hole resisted, and I stopped my efforts. Keeping a little pressure, I waited for her to relax. "Try again. Harder his time," she said. So, I applied a slow pressure. Suddenly I popped inside the ring, penetrating her hole, and immediately stopped. Her ring was flexing behind the head of my cock, and felt very tight. The inside was very hot, hotter than her pussy. When the involuntary flexing tapered off, I pushed in a little bit more, before coming to a stop. I could hear Sarah's panting and gasping, but I wasn't sure if it was from discomfort or pleasure. "Oh, God! It's... it's good. Push more. Slowly," she said, urging me on. Pulling back, I pushed in further, and waited for her to get used to my presence. Over a matter of minutes, I patiently worked my length inside her. When I finally bottomed in her bottom (pun intended), I stopped and waited for her to get used to me. She released her hold on her cheeks, and moved her hands to the head of the bed, grasping the wooden bars of the frame. Supporting my weight on both hands I lowered my upper body, and kissed her between her shoulder blades. Leaving a wet trail, I traced a path to her neck kissing and licking her. Her body was responding with little shivers, and I was enjoying her moans of pleasure. When I was at her neck, she turned her head and we shared a soft kiss. Because I was concentrating on how she was faring, I hadn't paid much attention to how it felt to me. Now, resting inside her, I was surprised at how good it felt. The ring was still tight at the root of my shaft, gripping me like a small vise, and her insides were soft, with a velvety texture, and hot, very hot. Sarah had more control over that particular muscle than she had over her pussy muscles, and she tried experimental squeezes, making me grunt with the feeling. The hot channel had a sort of a rippling action on my shaft, enhancing the feeling. The stimulation was great, and I wondered how long I would be able to hold out before my balls gave up. I still remembered how her hole gripped and sucked the vibrator when I used it, and now my cock was going to have the same treatment. What's more, the idea of plugging Sarah in such a forbidden place had finally registered; it was a big turn on. In my teen masturbation fantasies I had not thought of this particular activity. The combination of physical stimulation, and the excitement was starting to overwhelm me, and I was panting hard. Breaking the kiss, Sarah looked up. "It's getting to you, isn't it?" "It's... it's so different... I've never experienced anything like this. You're so hot and tight in there, I don't know if I'll be able to hold out." "I know. It feels as if a pole is lodged in there, but it's a hot, hard and throbbing pole. The person behind that pole makes it more exciting too." "Yeah. Same here. I'd never imagined it would be like this. It's kind of nasty, and kinky. After all we had done, I didn't think this would be so exciting." "Mmm hmm. Me too. But that's part of the pleasure. It turns me on to know that I'm your first." As I throbbed with excitement at her words, she closed her eyes, and gasped. Then she said, "God, I feel you there... how I feel you there... I feel so sluttish. I want you to fuck me to death, Mitch. You want to, don't you?" "God, Sarah. Ease up. I'll lose it before I start. I want to enjoy this more." "Me too. I have an idea. Can you reach the drawer on the night stand?" "I think so. You want the other vibrator?" "Yeah." When it became obvious I couldn't reach the drawer without uncoupling us, Sarah moved to a doggy position and managed to get the vibrator. "I want to use this, while you cool down a bit," she said. _Clever girl._ I wanted to play with her body and pleasure her, and when I explained what I had in mind, she agreed. Carefully, we rearranged ourselves. I was sitting on my heels, and Sarah was sitting on my lap, with her legs outside mine, spread wide, resting her back on my chest. It was comfortable, and I could play with her tits, and caress her body, while she used the vibrator on her pussy. She didn't insert it inside, as the vibrations would stimulate my cock. I ran my hands around her body, tracing patterns on her belly, feeling the ripples of pleasure as she climbed to her orgasm. As she started to come, I cupped and played with her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples gently, prolonging her pleasure. In the meantime, my cock was feeling the effects of her orgasm, the ring flexing around the base of my shaft rhythmically with a fierce grip, and her channel rippling in concert to the flutters in her pussy, their action along the length of my cock stimulating me without taking me over the brink. Although Sarah wanted me to fuck her, I was enjoying her orgasm too much, so we kept at it for several minutes, until she got off again. When she caught her breath, she put the vibrator aside, and asked me to fuck her. So, we moved to the doggy position. She was holding onto the headboard, and I was leaning over her and holding onto the headboard with one hand. My other hand was free to roam around her body to play with her tits, stroke her belly, and stimulate her pussy. She turned her head and said, "Mitch, when I come I'll come very hard so keep on fucking. I want you to fuck me fast and hard, like a slut. I mean it. I want to know I was fucked in the ass." Her words made my blood boil, and she knew the effect she was having on me. There was no way she could miss the way my cock throbbed and jumped in her tight little hole. She responded by squeezing her ring around me. "Come on stud, don't keep me waiting." Because her ring was dilated enough, it didn't take long to establish long strokes. As I stroked in, Sarah relaxed her ring, and as I pulled out, she tightened her ring on my shaft, her channel sucking my cock, making us both gasp and pant with the stimulation. As I felt I was drawing close to boiling over, I stopped my stroking and started to work on her clitoris. "I'm getting there... Fuck me... agh... Fuck me hard... Don't... ugh... hold back..." I wanted to enjoy this more, so I kept my attentions on her clitoris, while waiting for my own excitement to subside. I wanted to bring her with a big bang. "Come on... fuck me... fuck my ass..." she urged me on. "I will, Sarah. Hold on a second." Her upper body was trembling, and she was trying to fuck herself back on my cock, but I had her cornered between my body and the headboard of the bed. Capturing her clitoral hood between two fingers, I started a milking action, moving her along. As she started to moan her pleasure, I gave her long hard strokes at a slow pace, making her grunt with each thrust. In the meantime, her pussy was leaking her juices and her ring was flexing. In a few minutes, she announced her pleasure with a sharp scream that turned into a long wail. Because her ring was getting tight, I started a series of short but brutal thrusts and she went crazy, her cries picking up in volume. At the same time, the little ripples along the length of her channel and the flexing of her ring brought me to boiling point. I tried to hold back as much as possible. The pleasure was incredible; the way her channel rippled along the length of my shaft, how it tried to grasp and milk me, trying to suck the cum out of it, and how her body was shaking and trembling as the pleasure coursed through her, screaming and moaning. I was so turned on by the way she was coming and screaming, how her body was responding, it touched something primitive inside me. I felt like I was burning with a fewer. I wanted to fuck her to pieces, ravish her. I moved both my hands to her tits, and cupped them, trapping the nipples between two fingers. Using her tits as handles, I started long hard strokes, trying to keep the boiling cum inside. The effect on her was extraordinary. When she stopped screaming, she was yelling and shouting obscenities, driving me crazy with excitement. "Fuck me... rip my tits... give it to me..." We were like animals trying to tear at each other. I was pumping in her hole furiously and was ready to blow my load, while tearing at her tits, squeezing her tit flesh and nipples. She was also fucking back as much as she could, trying to tear off my cock off with the muscles of her ring. As I felt the heat boil in my balls, I slowed my pace, and pulled out, getting a disappointed moan. Using my hand I quickly positioned my throbbing cock, and gave a brutal stroke, all the way in, making her scream. Pulling back I repeated it again, and Sarah was still screaming for more. The extra stimulation on her ring as I kept pulling out and forcefully ramming inside, had her going higher and higher. Returning my hand to her tit, I cupped it. Finally, as the boiling heat traveled along the length of my shaft, I fucked into her hard, trying to penetrate her as deep as possible, and before I was halfway in, I burst with the first spurt. Reversing direction I gave another brutal stroke that took me all the way into her depths, and her channel worked its magic, rippling along the length of my cock. Feeling me throbbing inside her and filling her up, Sarah responded with a long scream, "Oh, God.... fuck meeee! aaaieee... sooo goood... aaahhh..." Still in the throes of the pleasure, I squeezed her tits and nipples hard, and gave her one final brutal stroke, fucking into her deep, and pumped the rest of my load. As I was filling her channel with strong pulses of my cum, she started to wail, and the ripples in her channel got even more pronounced, sucking my cum out. It was as if she had a mouth and a hand there sucking and milking my cock. Her ring kept snapping on the base of my shaft, locking hard around it, which stopped and slowed the flow of boiling cum, while her channel tried to suck it out. The contrast between the two actions working against each other was terrific and I felt like I was coming for hours and hours. As the pleasure started to subside, I eased my grip on her tits, and tried to caress them gently. Sarah, however had other ideas. She reached with one hand and put it on top, and squeezed my hand around her tit. Following her lead, I squeezed her tits, and played with her nipples; pulling, and twisting them hard, getting rough with them, and receiving soft screams of pleasure for my efforts. She was a real minx, with a ravenous appetite, and it was a big turn on. Even though I had just finished coming inside her, I wanted to fuck her again and again and again. The way she responded and urged me on unleashed something raw and animalistic in me. It took us several minutes before we were able to catch our breath. I was nuzzling and kissing her neck, enjoying the way her body shook with tremors, the salty taste of her sweat on my tongue, and her smell filling my senses with its heady fragrance. When she turned to look at me, I saw the burning fever in her eyes, making me burn with the same fever. Although we were still short of breath, we locked lips, kissing each other hard. From the way we kissed, it was clear neither of us were satiated yet. We both wanted a repeat, but it had been a draining and tiring experience. After the kiss, we kept in that position, savoring the after glow, and kept teasing each other; Sarah, by working her ring around my shaft, while I played with her tits. I had come hard, but my cock was semi-hard, the heat of the burning fever keeping me excited. Both of us were reluctant to move, but Sarah suggested we should get into a more comfortable position. Without breaking contact, we managed to get into a sideways cuddle. After she caught her breath, she asked, "Do you want a repeat?" "Aren't you sore? I was pretty brutal." "I'm not hurting. Maybe it will come later." "I think you'll be pretty sore." "I don't care. That was very good, but short. I want it again, but a slow leisurely one." "I won't say no." "Good. So, you enjoyed fucking Sarah in her tight little asshole," she teased, making me throb. Before I could reply, she laughed, "Yep, you enjoyed it." "God, Sarah. The way you talk sometimes." "What? I wanted to be a slut, and get fucked like one. You gave me what I wanted. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy 'Sarah the wanton slut'." "It's not that. It kind of feels strange to hear you talk like that. It's a turn on, but... You know what I mean. You're not a slut. You're a beautiful woman," I replied softly, not feeling comfortable with the labels. "We knew each other as kids and now here we are--" She cut me off. "With your cock in my ass, fucking me to pieces," she quipped, with a teasing smile, and making my cock throb again. "Relax, Mitch. You need to loosen up. You heard what I said and what I wanted and you gave me what I wanted. I loved what we did. Just as you give me pleasure and enjoy doing that, I also take pleasure in giving pleasure. You have to admit, this has been a real blast." "Yes, it was. I don't know what came over me. You really drove me crazy at one point. As you said, I felt like fucking you to death." "I know. I felt it when you started to fuck me so hard. But, that's what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked, ravished. Sometimes women want to be conquered, possessed. It's something very primitive and animalistic. It touches some place deep. It's rare, but on occasion it happens. And I felt like that; I wanted that." "Yeah. We were like animals. It was primitive. I just don't feel comfortable." "Mitch, if you were hurting me, I would have stopped it or said something. I wanted it and I wanted it that way. Why are you so concerned about it?" "It's easy to lose control and hurt somebody, in the heat of passion." "Mitch, I don't think you're capable of hurting anybody. Even in the heat of passion. You listen to your partner. You were listening to me, and did what I wanted you to do. It requires a certain rapport between partners to be able to read their wants and needs, otherwise it can be dangerous. But you read me, and gave me what I wanted." Seeing I wasn't convinced, she continued. "Mitch. Do you think you would have continued, if I was hurting and screaming in pain? It wasn't taken by force, it was given. I think you know the difference." "Yeah, I know the difference." "Look, Mitch. You'll meet different women with different wants. Even the same woman would have different wants at different moments, depending on her mood. Giving them what they want at the right moment can be a difficult thing. It's a matter of experience, and rapport between partners. You can err on the conservative side and choose to play it safe. Nothing wrong with that, except that you might be cheating them of their pleasure. You don't know how much pleasure you gave me. So keep that in mind." "I know. I guess sometimes I play it too safe, too cautious." "That's OK. You'll never go wrong with that, but as you discovered, you can do much more. I think we're ready for round two," she quipped, giving me a squeeze with her ring and making me throb. I was getting hard, again. "Let's catch our breath a little bit. Why don't you use the vibrator? I love watching you come." "And I love the way you fuck me and make love to me. This time, make love to my ass." With that she raised her leg and put it on top of my leg, hunching her ass so that I could stroke into her comfortably. Picking up the vibrator, she started to use it on her pussy, while I ran my hand over her body, and played with her tit. During her first orgasm, the ripples in her channel stimulated me enough to harden me completely and I was ready to start making love to her tight little hole. As she was coming down from her orgasm, I started to pump her ass at a steady, slow pace, savoring the feel of her hot channel. She responded by using her muscles at regular intervals, but taking care not to overexcite me. We both wanted a long and leisurely session. However, she kept using the vibrator on her clit, and in her pussy, letting my cock feel the vibrations. It was an exquisite feeling, staying deep inside her, with the vibrations working on my shaft and the involuntary ripples of her channel sucking at my cock. When I felt my excitement build up, I stroked inside her and stayed motionless, waiting for the feeling to recede. Sarah was careful with the vibrator, and didn't keep it in her pussy when I was taking the short breaks. Instead, she worked it on her clitoris or on her tits. We kept at it for a long while, and the frequency of Sarah's orgasms increased, although they were mild and quick compared to her previous ones. With an ever-increasing need to come, I found myself taking shorter and shorter breaks. As we reached the final stretch, I decreased the pace of my strokes, trying to enjoy the feel of her channel. Sarah seemed to like the slow pace as well, and she started to work the vibrator in her pussy, pumping it in and out slowly in synch with my strokes. Feeling I was getting close, I moved my hand to her pussy, and played with her clitoris. When my cock started to harden and my balls tightened up, getting ready to blow, Sarah pulled the vibrator until the tip was at the entrance of her pussy and started to contract her ring muscles. With slow but sure strokes I pumped in and out of her velvety hole, while my hand kept at her clitoris. With a soft gasp, her body froze, then she trembled as her climax hit her. She pushed the vibrator inside, keeping it buried there, and let me feel the ripples of her channel. Then I burst with the first spurt, and pushing myself all the way inside her, I let the ripples of her channel and the vibrations suck the cum. "Oh, God! It's... aaahhh... so hot... I... aaiiiee... burn... ing..." she moaned, as I filled her. We were shaking with the pleasure as the feelings washed over us. When it ended, our bodies were still shivering and trembling with the after effects of our mutual orgasm. I had my lips on her shoulder, and gave her a soft nip. In reply she gripped me hard with her ring muscles. Shutting off the vibrator, she pulled it out of her pussy, and put it aside. Then, grabbing my hand that was softly stroking her pussy, she moved it up to her tit, cupping her hand over mine. We had not realized it, but both Sarah and I were completely exhausted. We had been caught in the passion of the moment, burning with an uncontrollable fewer, but now, as we started to come down, the lethargy overtook us. I wanted to touch and caress her body, but I couldn't find any energy to do anything. Sarah must have been feeling the same way, because after gathering her strength she moved to mold her body to mine, and with a sigh relaxed against me. I couldn't even bring myself to squeeze her tit, so I did the only thing I could do, and locked my lips on her neck, gently kissing and licking it. In a few minutes, we fell asleep. * * * * * CHAPTER - 20: Pillow Talk The ringing of the telephone woke us. Since the telephone was on the nightstand on my side, I had to roll away from Sarah to grab it. Sarah was still groggy, so I decided to answer the phone. "Hello," I said. "Mitch? Are you guys awake?" Kathy asked, her voice soft, but a bit breathless. "Good morning, Kathy. Yeah, we were getting up." "It's afternoon, Mitch. Can I... ugh... talk to Sarah?" "Yep. Just a sec." Turning around I found Sarah resting on her back, rubbing her sleepy eyes. I gave her the phone. "It's Kathy." "Morning, Kathy. What's up?" "Oh! I didn't realize it. No, we won't be late." I was listening to Sarah's side of the conversation with half an ear, while I stretched and tried to get rid of the cobwebs of sleep. When I looked up, I found Sarah listening intently with a small smile on her lips. "No, he survived, but I could hardly say the same for myself," she replied with a smile. Listening for a few seconds, she laughed. Then she said, "Oh, the usual. You know, the _Sarah Special_. He enjoyed the read, and I think he can do a second read." She listened for a few seconds intensely, her face coloring up. "You, bitch! I can hear it from here. I hope he turns it inside out." From the nature of the comments I understood Kathy was teasing Sarah, and remembering Kathy had sounded a bit breathless when she talked to me, it dawned on me that Mark was working on her while she was on the phone. _For fuck's sake. These two don't know when to stop._ I saw Sarah's nipples hardening in arousal, as she listened to Kathy. Since they seemed to be working each other up, I decided to take the bull by the horns, and do something about it. Moving between Sarah's legs, I gently spread them, and started to kiss the insides of her thighs, getting an appreciative moan. "Nope. He's getting ready for an oral exam," Sarah said. _Damn girls! Well, you asked for it Sarah._ With that, I moved to her pussy, and started to lick her slit, teasing her labia, and working towards the inner lips. Dipping my tongue into her channel, I tasted her juices. Sarah was starting to pant and gasp, while trying to keep a conversation with Kathy. Her clit was starting to peek from the hood. Once again, I was amazed how easily she got aroused. "Yeah... Mmmm... Yessss... aah... I... think so... I need to... aaghh..." Sarah's broken speech was cut off with a laugh and she was having difficulty to catch her breath, so I took a pause to let her collect herself. "I don't need to get out of the bed. I need to come. You should get out of the bed," she retorted with a snicker. "Yeah? I'm not a slut, you're the slut. I'm a hot cunt," she said, hotly, but it was obvious they were goading each other. "Good! At least you'll give your vibrators a break," she came back. Laughing again at Kathy's remarks, she replied, "I don't think so; he tenderized it nicely. I hope you can't sit on your bum for a week. You deserve it." She listened for a while without a reply, but she was breathing hard. I wondered what was happening. It didn't look like she was listening to something Kathy said. Then, Sarah said, "You're a bitch, Kathy. I hope he rubs your little button raw." I realized Kathy had let Sarah listen to their activities. I decided I needed to do something before things got out of hand, so I returned to licking her slit, getting a long moan. "No, he's quite good, thank... aggh... you very... ohhh... much. If you'll... aggh... excuse me... aghh... we have an or... aghh... al exam to attend to," Sarah said, between pants and gasps. "You too. Byeiieee..." she managed, before she gave a soft scream, when I hit her clit. She dropped the telephone on the bed, and gave herself to the feelings, as I stirred her pussy with my tongue. Before I could continue further, she grabbed me behind my ears, and stopped me, before pulling me for a kiss. After the kiss, she said, "I want to make love one last time, Mitch. There's a special soap in the medicine cabinet, in a green plastic bottle. We use it against infections and bacteria in the hospital, and it's harmless to the skin. Can you wash up with that?" I knew she could get something nasty, if I went in her pussy after being in her ass. I didn't have anything visible on my cock from being in her ass, but I knew there was flora in there that could cause serious infection. In the bathroom, I found the liquid soap she mentioned, and washed myself thoroughly, making sure I was clean. I didn't want her to catch something. I returned to the bedroom to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. Pulling me close, she started to lick and suck my cock, without even inspecting it to see if I had done a proper job. I was touched by her trust in me, so stopping her, I kneeled down and kissed her hard, while teasing her tits. She had always been a beautiful person, a lovely girl and she had turned into an even lovelier woman. I wondered why I felt so much lust for her, and love, but why my feelings for her were so different than what I felt for Dana. There were similarities between the two, but differences as well. They were both woman, all _woman_, passionate, and with an appetite, although Sarah seemed to have a more ravenous appetite than Dana. I wasn't sure if that was because of her long-time fantasies or if she had always been like that. The way she kissed was different, too. Passionate, lusty, but it wasn't like Dana's soul kisses. I wondered at that particular difference. Cupping her chin gently, I broke the kiss. Then I tried to give her a soul kiss like I had learned from Dana. At first, she went with it, passionately, before she stopped responding, and broke the kiss. Giving me an apprehensive but soft look, she said, "Thank you, Mitch. I love you and I appreciate it, but please don't. I'm not ready for something like that. I'm going to miss you, and that would make it much more difficult." _So she understood._ "You're a lovely woman, Sarah. And a good friend. I just couldn't help myself." "Such a romantic... You don't need to do that to make me feel loved. We're good friends, and I love you. I enjoyed what we did, and the way we did it. And that made me, makes me, happy. I told you before, I'm not looking for anything more. I'd like to keep it like that. If you can somehow manage, I'd like to see you in my bed again. I know it might not be possible. Thank you for what you've given me, Mitch." Kissing her, I said, "I should thank you, Sarah, for all you've shared. I don't know what will happen, but I'll try to keep in touch. And I know I'll miss you... very much." "Let's make love and pleasure each other again." With that, she reached for my cock, and I stood up. She worked her mouth on my cock. It took quite a bit of time for me to regain my erection, as I had come so strongly the last two times, but Sarah didn't complain, even when I thought she would be getting tired. She seemed to enjoy what she was doing, perhaps because she thought she might not get a chance like that again, and was making the most of it. When I was hard and ready she moved up along the bed and positioned herself on her back, with her knees pulled up, legs spread wide. I moved in between her legs, and hooked my arms under her legs, pushing her knees further up, positioning her for a deep penetration, while supporting myself on my arms. She reached and guided me into her pussy, and I worked myself all the way into her, slowly, in a single stroke. Hunching her ass at me, she urged me to bend her in half, opening herself up more for my strokes, so I followed her lead. While I kept up a slow but steady pace, her hands were busy at her junction, playing with her pussy lips and teasing my balls, running her finger from the bottom of my balls up along the perineum. She was being careful not to stimulate me too much, trying to make it last. I wasn't sure how long we kept it up, but after a while it became difficult to keep our pace slow. Sarah was straining hard, and I could feel she was trying to hold back her orgasm, staying on the brink, teasing herself and me. I was surprised how she managed to hold on so long, after coming so fast before. I suspected she wanted a memorable last fuck. When I felt the cum boil in my balls, and my cock started to throb with urgency, Sarah realized I was almost there, so she whispered, "Give me a few hard strokes and when you're almost there, stay deep inside me." I did as she suggested. I gave her a few experimental hard strokes, trying to keep myself from blowing my load. Sarah urged me to be more forceful, so I pulled out all the stops. I stroked in her very hard, and stayed in her, waiting for a few second, before following it with another brutal stroke, while pressing my pubic bone, trying to stimulate her clitoris. I didn't want to blow my load before she came. As I repeated my actions, she yelped, and I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. Two more such strokes, and I had to stop, because I was ready to blow. Sarah's hands were busy teasing her pussy lips, and my shaft, and with a soft moan, she started to come, her pussy beginning its involuntary flutters. My balls, and her fingers were soaked with her juices. As she was coming, she started to tease my balls with her fingernails, scratching them gently, and my nuts tightened up with the stimulation, itching and boiling at the same time, getting ready to pump. I felt her finger trace a line from my balls up along the perineum. The flutters of her pussy were demanding, trying to suck the cum, and the tip of my cock expanded with new blood. As I gave in to the demands of her pussy, I felt her slick finger move further up. Before I realized what she was up to, her finger penetrated my ass, and wiggled in. As she pressed a spot, I screamed, and felt my balls jump, releasing the built up pressure with a fury. Sarah worked her finger at my backside, forcing me to give everything I had left in my balls, making me grunt and scream with the pleasure. It was too intense, and my cum felt like molten metal, as it traveled along the length of my shaft and burst out. It felt like my whole cock was burning up. Later, I realized, Sarah had been working on my prostate, but at the time, it felt like her pussy was sucking my cock, eating it alive, while the finger in my ass was forcing me to pump acid from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. For almost half a minute I was flopping between her legs like a trapped fish, running out of breath, while her finger tortured me exquisitely and her pussy ate me. It felt like hours. When the feeling started to subside, Sarah eased her attentions, but still massaged me inside, trying to draw out my pleasure, and get the last bit of my seed. Gently she pulled her finger out, making me grunt, before she cupped my balls, rolling my nuts gently. When I opened my eyes, it took me several seconds to focus on her face. Her face was blurry, from the tears in my eyes, as I had been squeezing them hard in the grip of the almost painful pleasure. Gently she wiped my tears with her fingers, and I found her watching me with an amused smile. This last session had been almost like the time with Dana, when she had drained me with her pussy and sucked my breath out with her soul kiss. As I got my senses back, her pussy was going through its last tremors, and Sarah kept watching me, her smile broken with soft gasps whenever my cock twitched weakly inside her channel, responding to her fingers working my balls. Finally, she stopped her ministrations and moved her hands to my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. After we surfaced to catch our breath, I mumbled, "I won't be able to have any children," making her laugh. Kissing me softly, she said, "I told you I know a lot about male anatomy." I was still too out of breath to reply, and with a more serious tone, she asked, "Was it too intense?" I nodded. "I thought so. When you came, your come felt very hot, almost burning my insides. I hope I didn't hurt you." I shook my head. "Put your weight on my legs, and rest." I couldn't argue, my arms were shaking, so I slipped my hands under her shoulders, while I put my weight on her body and legs. It must have been uncomfortable for her, bent in half, but she wrapped her arms around my back and embraced me, both of us enjoying the feeling. A few minutes later, I released her legs and slid my hands under her again, embracing her and pressing my chest against her tits, my head resting beside her head. I kissed her on her neck, licking behind her ear, and then nipped her ear lobe. She had given me so much pleasure, I wanted to love her to pieces, even though I was exhausted from the ordeal. When I released her legs, she wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her feet on my lower back, and ran her hands on my back, wriggling her body beneath mine, rubbing her tits to my chest, and cooing softly. Raising up, I locked my lips to hers. Even though she had told me not to, I gave her a soul kiss. I wanted to thank her for what she shared with me and wanted to let her know how I felt about her. This time she didn't resist, and responded in kind. For a moment I felt guilty, because I didn't feel about her the same way I did about Dana, and it wasn't fair to her. But, I didn't know any other way to let her know I loved her as a friend, as a lover. I just hoped, it wouldn't come back to haunt me later. We finished our kiss and continued with a lot of tongue action, licking, sucking and nipping each other's lips and tongue. I took a look at her, to see her reaction, and found her returning my gaze with a soft smile. Her eyes had the strange hue, but they were lethargic. She seemed to be completely satiated. As I was searching her face, she said, "Thank you, Mitch. I loved the kiss. Somehow it felt right." Then with a gentle smile she added, "But, let's not make a habit of it, OK?" I nodded. We both knew the spirit in which it was given and returned. We were enjoying the aftermath too much, and I felt so drained I didn't want to move. "Are we going to be late?" I asked. With a laugh, Sarah said, "A little bit, but if I know Kathy, she'll be expecting that. She'll be running late as well." "I gathered as much. Do you call each other like that regularly?" I asked. "Sometimes. I do it to her more frequently, especially when Mark is visiting her." "Mark doesn't mind?" "Would any man mind, when he has a hot woman in his hands? Did you mind?" She retorted with a snort, making me laugh. "Lately, I haven't had a partner; one that I felt comfortable with. That's why Kathy did what she did, now. If I hadn't been so preoccupied and exhausted, I would have been the one calling her," she added, her eyes filled with mirth. While we were conversing, I was lost in her eyes, how her gray eyes changed color as the green-blue motes caught the light. From a distance the only thing I could notice was the slight hue change, but up close it was easy to see how they speckled. My mind was busy trying to sort my feelings, trying to find an answer to why I still felt like loving her to pieces. Was it lust? Was it hunger? "What are you thinking?" she asked. I wasn't expecting her question, and replied, without thinking, "I want to love you to pieces." She gave a small laugh and replied, "But you already did. You want more?" Yeah, I wanted more, even though I wasn't physically able to do so. I just knew how I felt, but I didn't know why. I was embarrassed to answer her question, because I didn't want to make her feel like a piece of meat. She wasn't that. She was more than that. Suddenly I felt like a 15 year old kid, lost, confused, looking for the correct way to answer her question. "Mitch? Something the matter?" she asked, concerned. "Nothing. It's just... To tell the truth, yes. I want more. I don't know why, but I feel like making love to you more and more. Even though I can't get hard--" "Good!" she cut me off. "I want you to want me like that. Nothing wrong with that." "You know you're not just a woman to go to bed with. You're more than that. I don't understand why I want more of you, and I feel uncomfortable wanting you like that," I replied. "I understand, Mitch. Maybe you're feeling guilty because you want me, but don't want to get attached to me, and then there's your girl friend. But as I said, nothing wrong with wanting me like that. I know I worked you hard, because I lusted for you. Of course, it's another matter for your relationship, but don't be concerned about me. Maybe your pent up lust is catching up with you, after all, like it did with me?" she quipped, making me smile. Yep, she did have a point. Perhaps, my lust for her finally caught up with me, especially after what we had done, and how she worked me to a fever pitch the last few times. I wanted to repeat that experience. I realized I was thinking with my little head, even though it was dead to the world for all practical purposes. "I don't need to remind you, you're welcome anytime. I would love a repeat. I enjoyed myself very much. You know that." I kissed her, exploring her mouth. "You're a lovely woman, Sarah. Talented, warm, kind, generous, beautiful... simply lovely." "And you're a caring, loving friend, Mitch. And a good lover." I replied by gathering her in my arms, giving her a hard squeeze, and she responded in kind pressing with her feet on my ass and tightening her arms around my back, and we shared a hard, passionate kiss, filled with lust, and... love. Yes, there was love, different from what I had with Dana, but nonetheless, it was there. Our perfect embrace was interrupted with a soft, disappointed gasp from Sarah, when my cock slipped out from her pussy without any ceremony. "Damn," she quipped. "Double damn," I agreed. We broke into laughter at the incongruity of the situation. Gathering her in my arms, I sat on my heels, and let her sit on my thighs. I couldn't keep my hands off her body. Holding her under her arms, I pushed her away from me, and started to work on her tits, licking around her areola. I sucked her puffy nipples one after the other, before moving up to her chest, then to her neck to finally end at her lips with a kiss. With a smile, Sarah warned me. "If you keep that up, I'm going to want another round, but I'm afraid neither of us are in any condition to survive it." She must have been satiated, because her breathing was normal, and she wasn't showing any signs of arousal. With her feet locked around my lower back, she pulled herself to my chest and we held each other, enjoying he feel of each other's body. We stayed like that for a long time, reluctant to part. Perhaps, knowing we might not get another chance, we were trying to burn the moments into our memories. I knew I was memorizing her; how she felt, how she smelled, how she moved under me, how she kissed, how she touched, and I suspected she was doing the same. With a resigned sigh, she released me from her embrace, and said, "If we dawdle more, we'll be late, and Kathy will kill us." "You said she would need time." "Yeah, she would, but we still have to drive, and we might get caught up in traffic. You know your sister. I don't want to give her more ammunition to tease us." "She wouldn't dare." "Like last night, in the kitchen?" she reminded with a smile. "Shit. She would, wouldn't she? I should have put her on my knees a long time ago and taught her some respect." "Yeah, you should have," she agreed. Then with a teasing smile, added, "As if that would have helped." We went to the bathroom and shared a shower, washing each other. I was careful when I was washing her backside, as it was tender. When I asked, she replied it would feel a bit sore later, but she didn't mind it, because it had felt so good. Then she said, "It will remind me I was loved to pieces." She paid special attention when washing my cock, and then gave a couple of licks and sucks to see if there was any soap left. Even though we were running late, I pinned her to the shower wall, and ate her to a mild orgasm, wanting to taste her again, and to see her come. When we were finished, she was quiet, tired from all the orgasms, and a bit emotional. I was feeling emotional as well, already starting to miss her, not only the sex, which had been amazing, but her as a person, as a lover, as a woman. While drying each other with big towels, we found ourselves in an embrace, sharing another soul kiss, letting each other know how we felt. Yes, there was love, and a certain attachment, besides all the physical attraction and lust. Finally, we dressed in a hurry and hit the traffic. Last night, Mark had taken Kathy to her place in his car, leaving my car at Sarah's. Sarah suggested going in my car, instead of two cars. She mentioned the four of us might go out for dinner someplace tonight, and later drop her at her house. If we didn't go out, Mark or I could bring her back to her place. I suggested, she might stay over at Kathy's place for the night, and with a laugh, she replied, we might get thrown out by the neighbors. I was already thinking about how much I would miss her, and hadn't thought about Mark and Kathy going at it. I suggested I would drop her off at her place. With a smile, she quipped she would read me a bedtime story. We both knew what the title of the story would be. To evade most of the traffic, Sarah directed us to a rarely used road. Although it was a single lane road and empty, I was driving below the speed limits. "Come on, Mitch, floor it! You drive like my grandma." I liked driving fast, but did that on the roads I knew that were empty and when I was driving alone. I didn't like putting other people at risk, be it other drivers or a passenger in my car. After all, I was responsible for the safety of my passengers. When I didn't pay attention, she quipped, "If you aren't going to drive, why do you buy a sporty thing like this? You should buy a Volvo or something." "Sarah, I'm not familiar with this road. It's empty, but you never know. What's more I'm not driving alone." "There's a long straight stretch coming up. I want to see what this thing can do. Can we?" That I could do, if I could see the distance as much as she said, and she seemed to want to have a thrill ride. "We'll see, Sarah. Depends on the road. Better straighten your seat and check your seat belt." "Goody!" I took the curve towards the top of a small cliff, and as we cleared it, I saw a very long stretch of road that was empty. I floored the gas pedal, and shifted, while checking the side of the roads for any possible animals or other things that might cause a problem. By the time I was downhill a hundred yards or so, I was doing 90 km/hr, and was shifting to fourth. In a matter of seconds, we were speeding at 140 km/hr, and I shifted to fifth. Sarah was enjoying the ride, but I was tense, because there wasn't much margin for error. When I hit 17o I decided enough was enough, and eased my foot off the pedal, letting the car slow down to a more comfortable 110 km/hr. As we neared the end of the stretch, I shifted down from fifth to third, the engine revs hitting the yellows, and the car decelerated down to 60 km/hr with a loud whine. "Whoooeeeiii!" Sarah shouted, exhilarated with the short speed ride. I suspected she did this quite frequently on this road, and I was concerned for her safety. "Sarah, how frequently do you drive fast, here?" "Every time I visit Kathy. Why?" "How fast do you drive?" "Not too fast. I regularly hit 140, 150, but once I did 210," she replied with glee. _Jeeez! You nuts?_ Sarah must have seen the look on my face, because she laughed and said, "I like a fast ride, Mitch." I still remembered how I had survived my big accident, caused by lack of concentration, and I wasn't doing more than 90 at the time. "Sarah, this is between the two of us, OK?" Hearing my serious tone, she cooled off, and said, "Of course, Mitch." "Good, because nobody in the family knows this, and I'd like to keep it like that," I said and told her about my accident. When I finished, she was pale. "I'm not telling you this because it's a war story, OK? I'm telling you because it happened and it happened fast. A split second lack of concentration and things went wrong. At 140 or 150, and I don't want to think about 210, things go terribly wrong much faster, and with lethal effect. That day, I was lucky. That was a company car, and I didn't even know its mechanical history. I know this car inside out, how it responds. I spend hours at the garage each time it's being serviced, to make sure everything is OK. So, I know what it is capable of doing. On this road, at that empty stretch, yeah, sure; 140 or 150, you can do that, as long as you pay attention, but 210? I personally wouldn't go over 100. And this is daylight and not winter, yet. I do hope you aren't attempting something like this in winter or at night. Every time you take an unnecessary risk, you're inviting disaster. This road might be empty, but it's too narrow, not enough wiggle room. I just hit 170 and was nervous as hell. I'd rather find a two or three lane highway and hit 200 instead of doing 100 or more on this road. It's not a question of driver's skills; it's a question of contingency, backup planning. You have more room on an empty stretch of two or three lane road than here. It gives you options, space, and response time to deal with an emergency. Do you get what I'm saying?" She nodded, but I wasn't sure if she really got it, even though she was a grown up 24 year old woman, and knew about death. "Look, Sarah, didn't you do a stretch at the ER?" "In a few months, I'll be in the ER. Why?" "Do you visit Kathy in ER?" "Sometimes." "Good. Next time, look for traffic accident victims, and their conditions. When it was happening, I was angry with myself for my stupidity. The realization that I wouldn't get a chance to say goodbye or offer an apology for my stupidity made it even worse. It's a stupid way to go. I can't imagine how Kathy would react, seeing me on a slab, mangled beyond recognition, because I had been stupid. I love you. Kathy and many other people love you. Think of the people you might leave behind, if you don't think about the consequences for yourself. Fun is fun, but as you reminded me about unprotected sex, you can take precautions and still have fun." With a solemn expression, she said softly, "I will, Mitch. I promise," gripping my arm fiercely. I could see her mind was busy running over the scenario I had just given her. Perhaps the imagery I supplied using myself as an example, had been too much, but I didn't want to take any chances. Coming right after all we had shared, I knew the impact would be stronger and stay with her. I felt like a heel to scare and shock her that way, but in the long run, I hoped it might benefit her whenever she wanted to do something reckless, without carefully planning it, or thinking about consequences. I had learned about consequences, a lot, since childhood. Slowing the car, I pulled over to the side. Unfastening my seatbelt, and hers, I gathered her in my arms. When I kissed her, I felt her trembling. I had been right. It had shocked her. Even though she had seen death as a doctor, contemplating the death of somebody close to her--a man she had had in her bed less than an hour ago--was something else. "Sssshhh. Sarah, baby. It's OK. I didn't want to scare you, but I wanted to make you understand, really understand. I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry." She calmed down in a few minutes, and looked at me with a curious expression. "You're being careful at that place, aren't you?" "Yes, of course, Sarah." "But working there is an unnecessary risk. Why don't you leave?" _Shit! How the hell did you come up with that?_ "It's not the same thing, Sarah. We're talking about being reckless and taking a calculated risk. One involves no thinking, no planning, and no thought of consequences. The other involves careful investigation of all possible sources of problems, their consequences and a plan to deal with them. When I work on the rig floor, there's more risk of injury or death from the machinery and human error than from possible attacks on the rig. What I do for work is potentially dangerous. I have learned to be careful and take my time. The people I work with are professionals, and they take pride in what they do, and how they do it. All of us pay attention to safety. At the end of the day, I like what I do. Same as you. You like what you do." "It's difficult for people who love you to see it that way. I know your parents and Kathy don't see it that way." "I know, Sarah, but there's little I can do about it. As I said, it's what I do for a living, and I enjoy doing it. I know I wouldn't be happy doing anything else, at least, at the moment. How would you feel if you wanted to work as a doctor, but weren't allowed to?" "Well, I could always try singing," she quipped, but she was serious in her answer, implying I had other choices I could go for, and she was aware of the options. _Damn, Sarah. You too? Come on, love. Cut me some slack!_ "That's not fair, Sarah. Not everybody has other talents or skills that they can employ, or want to, choose to employ." Cupping my face, she kissed me, then said, "Sorry, Mitch. I was teasing." "No, you were not. You were being a good friend," I countered, softly. "And I appreciate it. But, sometimes you have to let people make their own decisions, however much you love them." "Unfortunately, you're right. But, I'll be another one who will be worrying about you," she replied. "Please, Sarah. I don't want to sound insensitive, uncaring, selfish or ungrateful for all the love and attention, but you don't know how it is. The more people worry about me, the more difficult and complicated things get. I'm already up to my neck," I said, gently, trying not to hurt her feelings. "I understand, Mitch. It was my way of saying I love you. As I said, you're right. When you love somebody, you want to protect them. I hope, one day, Kathy gets it too." "Thank you, Sarah. I love you too. Another reason for me to be very careful. I think... I think Kathy got it... almost," I said. I thought Kathy was getting it, perhaps because of the changes in me, and the talk we had had. Sarah's eyes widened for a moment, and she asked, "Is she? Really?" "I don't know for sure, love, but that's the impression I got." She plastered her lips to mine kissing me soundly, then said, "Oh, I do hope so, Mitch. She worries about you, too much." "I know, but I'm happy to see that she's got a good man in her life, and her best friend around her, whenever she needs them." "Yeah, but your fan club is getting more members who love you," she joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but as I thought about it, there was a truth to her words. Dana was a new addition to my life, and to a certain extent Sarah was becoming another one, as a friend--and perhaps as a lover. "And I love all of them," I replied, not able to come up with any other response that was appropriate. I loved them all, but in different ways. Kissing her, I said, "Let's get going, or Kathy will give us a hard time." Putting my seat belt on, I started the car. I speeded up a bit, not overly so in the empty stretches, doing something like 70 instead of the designated 50. As we reached a junction, she directed us through a maze of side roads, and eventually to a main road. There wasn't much traffic, and whenever it looked like we would hit one of the trouble spots, Sarah redirected us to alternative routes. We managed to arrive a bit late, but considering everything, it wasn't bad. * * * * * To be continued... Author's NOTE: This story is being continued. It is published-- more or less on a weekly schedule (Monday or Tuesday)--at three web sites as listed in the header, in HTML format. At the time of writing, the total chapter count is 26. I plan to regularly revise the material, as it is being written and published, thus the next ASCII version would be chapters 21-30, after ch-30 is posted. Until then (i.e. ASCII versions of chapters 21-30 are made available), you can follow the rest of this story at any one of the three web sites. If you have skipped the first part, namely the Intro/ReadMe section "{ASS} REV Tales from an Unknown Corner intro 1/3," but managed to read all the 20 chapters, then please do return, and quickly browse through it, as there's some information that might be of assitance. 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