In Sara

David is about to graduate from high school and almost 19. Sara is in college living at home and is almost 21. This is the second part of the story and I would advise reading the first – In Sara’s Pants – to get your hand in so to speak.



“What CAN we do?”

Sara sat fidgeting with her robe, lifting the hem from her knees and letting it drop.

“We shouldn’t be doing anything.”

“I know that. But, I think, we are way past …”

She closed her eyes, “Obviously, touching.”

We were back in negotiations. A new bout of guilt and concern and fear, and an attempt at sanity was flooding Sara right now. I was wanting more, and my pressure was causing problems. She didn’t ‘Trust’ me, as she put it. For my part, I was aware why.


“Just about anywhere.” She closed her eyes.

“Just about?”

“Anywhere,” she conceded.

I added, “and we can see each other naked?”

“Considering I let you touch me anywhere, yeah.”

We were talking quietly and kept looking out the door of the kitchen not wanting anyone to overhear. She came up with the idea of us needing some ‘ground rules’ because while she wanted to actually put a stop everything, she did not trust herself or me to be able to. She wanted us to at least try, and to somehow contain it if we couldn’t.

I continued, “We can kiss?”

She nodded.

“Uh, how about like blow jobs?”

“If you need release.” She was twisting her hair.

I paused a moment, looking at her. Drinking her in. How did this happen? She had become so desirable to me, her almond eyes cast down, the deep V of her robe between her breasts, soft hair falling around her shoulders. I ached for her. I could literally feel her soft skin on my own, the glow of her cheeks made me crazy. What was this? It was devolving into a compulsion, which we were now trying to contain by rules. Could this be something we wanted and enjoy rather than something we can’t stop? But we shouldn’t want this. It WAS crazy. I paused, trying to catch her eye, but she wouldn’t look at me.

I asked, “what do you WANT?”

She didn’t look up, tugging her robe tight. She had nothing on underneath. I knew that. I had already groped her at the sink, and felt her melt as I kissed down the back of her neck as my hands wandered inside the front of her robe.

She let out a long breath, “I guess I just want to know what the lines are, to feel some limits right now. Ok? Something to hang on to when we ‘need’ it, if I have to have it. And when it does happen to keep inside some routine.”


“Routine! Is that what this is?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I want to KNOW, yes.”

“What we have is, I think it’s incredible. Amazing.”

She met my eyes as I said that. A glimmer. I had said something she wanted to hear.

“Yes, but I want it all the time. And I shouldn’t. So, what is that but – Crazy, that’s what it is. Everything I want I shouldn’t.”

She stood up, and paced away from the table letting her robe fall back from her shoulders and slide to the floor, standing in the middle of the kitchen naked, without pretense before padding over to the coffee.

“What are you doing?”

“Being crazy.” She looked over at the door, “I feel like being naked, and with you I can. Our RULES are that you can see me naked. Right?”

“What if?”

“Mom took Billy to a morning game. We got all morning.”

She had been getting more reckless lately, as if she wanted to get caught. But I loved how natural she looked just then.

“Mom could come home early.”

Sara shrugged, “Maybe we should get our own apartment David, live together,” leaning herself away from me and spreading her legs wide apart giving me a perfect view of her cunt. “You know. Like brother and sister,” wagging her ass back and forth.

I hit her ass with my open hand.

She jumped, “Ow. I’m serious,” turning to me and giving a perfect view of her little bush. She began tickling her fingers through the hairs of her puss cooing, “If you did, I’d let you fuck me.”

Her nakedness and her indiscreet offer made me instantly hard.

“And that is off the table right now?”

“Fucking?” She took a bite of bread, letting her free hand slide across her breasts and down her tummy not answering my question. “Don’t you want a little of this?” plunging her fingers through her bush again.

“Isn’t that what this is all about?”

I watched as she touched herself. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“More than you know.”

“You like my little kitty? Mmmm,” she began fingering herself, “does my kitty like David?” She was rubbing two fingers between her legs. “I’m wet.”

I was reaching out to her, “Come here!” I couldn’t stand it anymore.

She turned her back to me, “You Love me?”

I paused a beat, and she glanced back, an unmistakable flair of anger.

“It’s hard. Complicated.”

“Bet it is. See, so we have a rou-tine, and NO fucking.”

“You’re angry.”

She sat down in the chair next to me, defeated, “Not with you.”

“With what then?”

“Gee, I don’t know. How about, I wasn’t expecting to have to move back home and have my little brothers hands all in my pants. Or my own raging hormones.” She turned her chair to me and began tugging my cock out of my boxers, “making me crazy. Or how every time I get a little horny, or hungry, or want a little,” she began fondling me. “This little one eyed monster.” She was waving her finger “Bad!” at my cock, before covering it again with my boxers and sidling right onto my lap still completely naked, wrapping her legs wide around my thighs and pressing her breasts to my bare chest while holding her arms around my neck. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you? I’ll be wondering the rest of my life, no matter who I am with or where I am, what will happen when YOU show up.” And with each word she bumped her puss against my hard cock, “What …will … happen … then? Can you tell me … Huh?”

It made me so crazy to feel her sliding against me like that. I pulled her to me as I said, “So stop.”

“That’s the problem. It takes both of us. And you don’t want me to. Do you?”

As we talked, I was matching her movement on me as I said, “Fuck me then, right now. Give it to me. I want to feel you, not have to take it, sneak it out of you.” Our sexes steadily sliding together, her head bobbing up and down as I slid her against me.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, “I won’t be made to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You want it right now, don’t do?” as she so deliciously ground her bare pussy down on my cock,

“Sara!” I moaned, “Oh, God.” I could feel my cock digging into her slit, sliding along, could feel the head of my cock catch right at her vagina as she sat on me. As she pressed down I breathed, “Fuck me!”



“Because I can’t have you. So, you can’t HAVE me, and what we been talking about? David, we really need to stop.”

“I can’t stand this.” She kept this perfect rhythm on my cock. “You’re on the pill.”

“Yeah, so?”

“You can’t get pregnant.”

“It’s not about that.”

“Sara, let me INSIDE you. I want to cum in you, be inside you, feel you. Be naked with you. Fuck me. Fuck me, let me inside.”

She closed her eyes and sat silent rocking herself on me.

I was running my hands all over her body, and as my hands reached down her hips she lifted herself lightly letting my fingers press in between her legs, find the slit of her puss and finger fuck her. She began lifting herself up and down on my hand, her mouth rubbing on my shoulder kissing me there. I pushed her back from me and took her nipple in my mouth. Sara let her head fall back as I sucked on her, sucking as she rode my fingers pressed up inside her. She was moaning against me. We began to kiss, falling together, her hair covering my face as we kissed with open mouths, touching our tongues, her body rocking up and down as we kissed.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Lets go to your room.”

“If, I let you, I would want to be with you, forever David. And I can’t. We never can.”

She was leaning herself to me, pressing her mouth to mine as she spoke, and then kissing me so desperately it surprised me. I pulled her down hard and began dry humping her bare puss through my boxers digging my cock head into her through the fabric. “David, if we Do It, I’ll fall in love with you, really, I will, I already am. This might be a game for you, it’s not for me. We have to stop.”

“It’s not a game.”

She was riding me hard.

“You’re little fuck toy. Oh, god,” she jumped as the tip of my cock slipped from the opening in my boxers so that the head of my bare cock slid along her slit. Skin to skin. The feeling electric, immediate.

Jesus god, it felt so good.

Her breath was catching in her throat, she could feel me. “That what I am? What happens if we ‘break up’ if you can call it that.” I felt my bare cock slide back between her legs, her whole body responding, “Oh, god.” Her whole body melting. “Jesus. You’d still be here all the time. How do I ever get away from you?”

“Sara,” I held her to me. I was trying to pull her down, slide her forward, dig my cock into her. I could feel the head of my cock press to her opening, the pressure of her vagina opening around the head of my cock. But each time I pushed she would slide her body back away as I strained to be inside, to feel her close around me. I so wanted to feel her, to be inside.

She kept riding me, “What’s happening? I have never felt so attracted. How can I be so attracted?” She was panting, speaking between breaths, holding her mouth open. “To want it all the time.”

She let the head of my cock pop into her vagina, I could feel the pressure of her hole squeezing around my cock. This unbelievable feeling of her opening around me, it’s pressure. Exquisite. I wanted to thrust inside, press her down hard, I could feel myself sliding inside. Deeper. I wanted to feel her, all the way in, pump into her. I wanted to fill her with my cum, feel my cock in her belly. Feel her juices on me. I was inside. We were fucking again.

She was lifting herself up, and sliding back down on me, and then rising up so that I’d slip outside of her again.

“It’s not normal, oh my god,” lowering herself down, but letting my cock slide along her slit again. Her words were ragged gasps.

In frustration, I was begging, “I don’t. It’s, let me.” I continued pleading, tugging her down, feeling my cock slip inside again, deeper, the rise and fall of her body as she began to ride my cock, deeper. “Maybe if you let me inside you it would, you know, calm us down a little. The craziness would let go of us a little, we could.”

She stiffened, looked at me wide eyed and slid back away from me, pushing against my chest. I was slipped out of her again.


“So you would fuck me to get over me, what a guy thing to say!”

“I didn’t mean.”

“Jesus David. A notch in your belt?”

My hands were still between her legs, I was rubbing on her clit, my cock sticking straight up between us. I could see her cunt gaping open.

I breathed, “Just Fuck me. We could go to your room right now, I’d lay you on your bed, turn out the lights. Lay down on you. Sara, open your legs, wide, let me fuck you. Oh god, Sara, let go, let me. Fuck me. I want to fill you with my cum.”

I was thrusting my fingers into her, she was riding me again and I was moving her back over my cock, letting it slip along her slit again, and mashing her clit in my hand. I wanted to make her crazy, I wanted to make her want it. She was trembling against my hand, her stomach contracting, she was starting to cum, her body was jerking forward against me, her mouth open, panting, breathing so hard letting her hips slide back and forth along my cock. Faster.

She breathed, “God, I want you inside me. In my cunt. ohhh.”

“Come on.”

“Oh fuck!”

She lowered herself down and my cock squeezed up inside her, all the way up inside. She sat down on me, letting me pull her down hard, grinding her clit right at the base of my cock. Back and forth we ground our sexes together.

“It wants it so bad. But. No. We can’t David, we can’t.” Her whole body was trembling and she began spasming against me. “You making me cum. Oh, no. David. Don’t cum in me.”

When, she began pushing her hands against my chest, sliding back away from me. I was so close, as I slipped out again.


She was holding her hand across her stomach, standing up on unsteady legs, her pussy swollen, red, her cheeks mottled. Eyes unfocused. My cock shiny with her cum, I wanted to fill her, lay her back, fuck her until I came in her.

She was standing naked right in front of me, my hands reaching out, taking her hands.

“Fuck. David. Wow! I don’t know. THIS is why we began this conversation. It’s just that everything leads to this one point, and then it stops.”

“Because you stop it!” She took her robe and wrapped around herself. “Sara.”

“David. You’re my brother. Our bodies don’t know who we are with, they just know they get to this one point and no further, it makes me crazy. Fuck! Fuck! It’s crazy to want you inside me, we can do everything else. I want to let go. Honest. David, I do. But we can’t. We just can’t!”

“You can’t leave me like this.”

A glimmer in her unfocused eyes. She stood naked in front of me, her breathing calmed. She closed her eyes standing up close by me, “Go ahead, feel me.”

I began to run my hands over her body the way I always do. Soft long strokes over her skin, letting my hands slide through her pussy, down her thighs, up between her legs, squeezing her breasts, stroking up her bare back, around the front up her abdomen, holding her throat in my hand. Petting her like a cat, feeling her press her whole body to my hand wherever it moved on her.

“Your hands, I love your hands. Touch me, like this. Isn’t this enough?”

I continued to stroke her beautiful beautiful body, up her legs, over her ass, sliding my finger through her slit teasing her clit, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“THIS we can do, forever.”

“At least make me cum.”

She leaned down between my legs and pressed her mouth over the tip of my cock, pumping on me with her mouth, kneeling down on her knees. I watched her mouth open around the head of my cock.”

She looked up at me, “We said blowjobs are ok right?”

I took her by the hair and pushed her down on me, thrust myself into her mouth until I was cumming, watching her cheeks fill with my cum. I wanted to cum inside of her, but the release. So delicious.

“Ah, yes, cumming.” She held my cock with her hands and pumped on me faster, a dribble of cum running down her chin.

She let go, “there. Happy.”

I said nothing.

She stepped away and pulled the robe back over her shoulders, tied the sash tight around herself and left.



Our encounters were leaving me in a permanent state of arousal, and Sara was right. It was true that I kept wanting more no matter how much I got. It always felt like not enough. In response Sara was feeling more and more guilty and nervous when she gave in, the recklessness of it all.

Sara had said it perfectly. ‘Every time we are together we get to the same point, and stop. Our bodies don’t know we are brother and sister.’ But that line between us was always moving.

This week Sara was being excessively strong. She was always busy, distant, absent, out of reach and resisting my every overture. It was driving me crazy, but I had ‘promised’ as she kept reminding.

However, by the end of the next week I could sense her resistance weakening. Sara too was noticeably horny. I could see it in her eyes. It’s like going without eating, becoming the only thing you can think about.

At one point she had mentioned that if I was getting too out of control she would understand. Sara was letting me massage her leg at the dinner table without so much as giving me a look, when for weeks I could not touch her. Today she had even slid her leg over to the side to give me access without prompting. It is hard to describe how our skin and bodies would react to the other after extended periods apart. I could literally feel the hunger rising between us, that tension pulling taut. To see her cheeks flush when our eyes met; and I especially loved the way Sara moved when she was aroused, the sway of her hips, the soft glow of her skin, the smoke in her eyes. We gradually became like animals, it’s so very hard to describe.

I was laying in my bed at night masturbating two, three times a night, my only release. It was the only thing that allowed me to be ‘patient.’ I had also come to realize that the longer we waited, the hungrier Sara became and the more she could not control herself, or follow the ‘rules’ as we had laid them out, when we finally gave in.

That line she had drawn would get utterly lost at times, but her resistance to making love remained fixed, unalterable.

By the end of two weeks I was so utterly frustrated it hurt, I literally ached for her. I needed a Sara fix, I was agitated, almost angry. Like a hungry animal, with the food laying in plain view.

I finally reached that point where I could not take it anymore.


Sara loves to read.

She reads while laying on her stomach on her bed in her room, and the best times we had together was while I was helping her ‘study.’ It was the most privacy we had in the whole house, and I had even rigged up a way to lock the door.

This evening, I went looking for Sara. She was as I expected in her room reading. I was beyond hungry and not interested in following the rules. I was ready to take what I wanted this time.

I walked in and closed the door. Click.

She did not look back at me, she just called out, “What?”

“Nothing. Mom took Billy to the store. We got an hour. What you doing?”

She lay there and kept reading, not answering or even turning to look at me. I walked over to the bed and sat down so as to make the mattress shake a little, looking at her the whole time. No response.

I must say, every time I am at this moment, sitting by her side, silent, knowing I am about to touch her body, run my hands over her skin. I feel such a surge of adrenaline, my hands are always trembling as I reach out to her.

I lay my hand at the small of her back, and began drawing circles on her.

“Mmmm. Feels nice. Be good,” was all she said.

She was wearing a pair of high cut shorts and yellow half top. She was barefoot, her feet crossed at the ankle. This time, as I slid my hands along the outside line of her thighs up over her hips, I grasped her shorts and panties and immediately began to slide them down her legs. In one motion they were to the bottom of her ass.

She jumped, surprised by how suddenly I was stripping her. She wiggled her bare ass at me, “Leave them on.”

I continued pulling them lower as she lifted her hips for me. “Aw come on.” I slid them down her legs and off.

So she lay bottomless as I sat back down at her side looking up the curve of her hips, narrow waist, bare ass, her pink pussy peeking out from between her legs. God, she had the best ass.

“You have the best ass.”

She waggled her ass at me a little in response.

I lay my hand at the small of her back and began rubbing her there once again, in larger and larger circles rubbing my hand down over her ass cheeks, and just as suddenly as I had taken her bottoms off began pressing my fingers down between her legs, opening her cunny right up.

At my touch, she opened her legs wider cooing out as she did, “I’m reading here!”

“Don’t mind me.”

“It’s kind of hard to concentrate. Just touch me, nice.” wagging her ass at me again.

In answer I let go and stood up to slide my shorts and boxers off so that I was bottomless as well. To this activity she finally did glance back, and while not moving from her position I know she was aware that my hard cock was sticking straight out.
I wanted a little something extra today.

When I sat back down on the bed, it was to lay on top of her. My legs spread on each side of her calves, and leaning over her I began to softly lick my way up along her lower back. Lovely long slow laps with my tongue.

“I think you need a little bath.”

“Mmmmmm. You think I’m dirty?”

She loved this newest of indiscretions. I licked up the middle of her back right to her halter, opening her halter at the back, letting it spring to her sides, and then licking lower and lower until I was bathing her ass cheeks with soft licks.

Sara arched her ass up higher as I licked at her there, so that she was gradually raising up on her knees while still reading, keeping her elbows down on the bed. In that position she looked like a crouching cat totally exposing her pussy to me. I lapped my way down her ass, licking along the inside of her thighs, and letting my tongue graze the edges of her cunny. I loved the feel of her short pussy hairs on my tongue. Sara had very little hair between her legs, and she liked to shave her bush at the front. Her pussy hair was darker than on her head, closer to the color of her eyebrows, light thin hairs between her legs.

I loved licking her like this, nuzzling my nose in between her legs and licking at her until my tongue was drawing a nice line right up the center of her puss. I was digging the tip of my tongue into the loose flesh of her swollen inner lips, opening her up and with her pink slit spread wide I got my first taste of cream.

Oh god I loved her taste!

I began pushing my tongue into her vagina, probing her cunt with my tongue and as I did that Sara let out a guttural growl, “Oh David,” while tipping her ass higher, opening her legs wide. “You’re being so bad.”

“It’s been awhile,” letting my breath out between her legs as I spoke, blowing on her wet cunt.

I continued licking my way around her thighs and ass, between her legs, through her puss as she read, I could feel her breathing change. Sara, for her part, was trying not to respond to anything I did, but the undulation of her hips in response to my licks, her ass rising and falling in a fucking motion against my tongue betrayed her.

I was getting so aroused the tip of my cock was literally turning blue. I was in agony, leaking wet cum streaks on her.

I began licking my way up the small of her back again, sliding higher up along her body, letting my cock bump along the inside of her thighs higher and higher toward her little cunt, until the head of my cock lay right at the top of her thighs.

Also, as I rose up her body I pressed her down into the mattress, and being a little rough about it I physically took her legs and pulled them back so that she dropped down flat on the bed beneath me.

When I laid her down like that, she slid her legs tighter together. “David, I told you. Just touch me!”

I felt her jump when the tip of my cock touched her bare pussy, as I pressed my chest down on her back. She was trying to turn, move away but I was stopping her. When she realized she was pinned I nuzzled into her hair and breathed, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

At those words she began pushing herself up from the bed as hard as she could, as I quickly took her arms and pulled them back to her sides, causing her to drop back down. She continued struggling a little as I met her resistance with just enough force to keep her in place.


“David! Stop it. Stop it. Let me up!” Insistent, but keeping her voice low.

I held her to the bed, my cock pressing up between her legs. God I loved the way her cunt opened from behind.

I breathed, “I’m not doing anything. Keep reading,” which considering I was pressing her cheek into the pages of the book, she was in no position to read. I began sliding my cock down into the folds of her cunt, rising and falling on her, feeling her pussy open up lubricating my shaft and as I slid my cock on her the unmistakable feel of her ass rising to meet me. So hungry. The delicious feel of our sexes sliding together.

She struggled again, rocking herself back and forth on the bed, “David! I don’t want to.”

She was stuck, trapped on her bed. I felt her trying to close her legs tighter, but that just made everything feel so much more incredible. I loved how tight she felt when she squeezed her thighs around my cock.

I said it again, “Let me fuck you.”

And at that she relaxed, lay still. We lay silent awhile as our sexes slid together, my hard cock pressing along her slit, her thighs squeezing tight on my cock.

“You promised.”

In answer I let my cock slide up higher, and positioning myself began pressing at the opening of her vagina, sinking the head of my cock just inside and holding myself there a beat before letting it slip out and down along her slit again.

“I did.”

She was moaning out, pressing her ass against me. “Oh, god, David. Oh, you have to. Oh,” she was moaning, sliding against me. “Stop.”

She was panting at my touch. The feel of my cock on her, was making her crazy. I knew she wanted this. I kept sliding on her, touching her vagina with the head of my cock, doing that over and over again, wanting to arouse her. I kept letting the tip of my cock slide around, tease her. She was immobile, waiting for me, waiting for me to fill her. To fuck her. I could feel her body yield, or at any rate accepting that I had her pinned.

As I held my cock at her vagina, I let the head of my cock slip inside, feeling her vagina open around me.

“Oh, oh, you’re so bad,” she moaned. “David. I told you, No. Oh, god, pull out.”

“You feel so good.”

I pressed myself further in, another inch inside and held it there. I could feel her body quivering beneath me, rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing me. The rough walls pressing me so softly, opening right up, taking me in, before I began raising myself up and slipping out of her again. The feel of her hips rising as I left her, and lowering myself back inside, letting the head of my cock pop back in, and out again. Over and over, driving her crazy.

I could feel the rhythm of her body matching mine, her hips rising and falling to meet me, taking me in, holding herself open for me, squeezing me, letting go. I kept teasing, taking my time. I wanted her to get so aroused, to want it. Making her hungry. Making her want me, unable to stop.

I whispered, “Want me to fuck you?”

“No,” she whimpered as I pressed into her. “Oh, fuck, David. Fuck. Get Off. Get off!” She was rocking her hips as she lay flat on the bed, holding her thighs tight around my cock, raising herself to meet my thrusts.


And as I said that I lifted myself up while dropping my hips down slow so that my whole length slid deep inside, relishing the feel our bodies sliding together. Becoming One. I felt her involuntarily open her legs as I penetrated her, gasping as I held myself inside. I could feel the breath go out of her as I sunk in. All the way in. She lifted one knee out, giving me total access. I pushed up inside to the hilt, pressing her into the mattress with my cock.

I breathed, “I’m getting off,” and began lifting myself up, sliding out slowly, so slowly leaving her body, until my cock head was right at her open quivering cunt shining with pussy juice. Her whole body waiting, as I pressed back inside, her low moan meeting my thrust as I filled her again. Over and over.

I began kissing her neck as I filled her, my voice right at ear, “Want me to stop? I’ll Stop right now, go to my room,” as I held myself deep inside, and drawing myself out, real slow. “Or I can stay,” as I plunged back into her deep, “and keep fucking you.”

I pulled out, my cock touching her open hole, as I lifted my chest and let go of her. She was trembling beneath me. She was free.

Her choice.

She lay there, her ass lifting from the mattress just touching, holding to the tip of my cock. Her body couldn’t stop moving, vibrating, undulating against me, touching me, she was so hungry. Her hands lay out to the side. She was free to crawl away, but she did not move, just held herself there beneath me. I reached down with one hand and began squeezing her breasts. Anywhere I touched her was electric now, I could feel her body pressing back to me. When, unmistakably, I felt her ass lifting from the bed, pressing me inside. I could feel my cock slide all the way up inside as she lifted herself up and back from the bed. She was on her knees again.

She breathed out, “Oh, God!”

“You want me?” She nodded, and I pressed her back down into the bed, her whole body pushing back against me. “You want me to fuck you, say it”

She held herself to me. No answer.

“Soft or Hard?”

“Oh, any way, but you can’t cum in me,” was all she could manage. She was crouching again as I held her hips and bucked into her, long strokes.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“David! You, we shouldn’t.”

“Say it.”

“Oh, I, want, you, in me. Don’t cum in me. Just fuck me.”

I curled my hand down around her hip and began digging my fingers into her clit as we fucked. She wanted it, I could feel her as she was holding herself for me, steadying herself, pressing her arms up against the headboard to hold herself for me as I drove into her, pounded her. Her whole body bobbed up and down with each thrust. We were fucking faster and faster on the bed.

Gradually she fell back down onto the mattress with her arms out, hair spread out over her pillow. I continued to finger her clit and fuck her. She was trembling and bucking back against me, until her whimpers, “god, I’m cumming,” I could feel her whole puss contracting, feel her shaking as she whimpered. “Yes. Ohh, oh cumming!” She was jerking and spasming on the bed, gripping the covers and pulling at them, burying herself into the mattress.

I could feel myself ready to cum, “Sara, I’m cumming!”

“Don’t cum in me. Oh, god. David, no. Not!”

I let go and pulled out of her, let my cum spray up her bare back as she lay spread before me, shooting long ribbons of cum across her back. Pulse after pulse. It sprayed up into her hair in lines that ran down her back and over her ass.

I sprayed her until I was spent and let myself roll down beside her on the bed.

Our bodies relaxing, she lay motionless next to me. I rolled toward her and wrapped my arms around her.

“You shit,” she turned to, while reaching to touch her back.

“God I’m mess. Get me a towel.”

I got up and threw one to her.

She sat herself up, pulling at her hair, “It’s in my hair!”

I lay on my back, both of us bottomless. My cock bobbing on my thigh. I pulled her back down to me so we lay hip to hip, my cock nestling into the hair of her puss. Her halter was stretched to the side exposing her breast. We were spent, sweaty, exhausted.

She had this grin on her face.

I asked, “What?”

“You still haven’t fucked me!”

“What are you talking about?” I pushed her face down on the bed. “You have cum all over you. This is the THIRD time.”

She scooped some cum, licked at it.

“You wish,” looking up at me with a wicked grin, “I didn’t GIVE it to you did I? You got to take it and it Doesn’t count.”

“Good enough for me.”

“Is it? Mmmmm. You wish,” she rolled back on top of me, bumping my flaccid penis with the mound of her puss.


Sara snuggled her arms around my neck and pulled her whole body to me, lifting her leg up over my thigh and nuzzling her mouth to my ear whispering, “Just imagine if I gave it to you. GAVE you my body. Whatever you wanted.” She was rubbing the hairs of her pussy over my abdomen, squiring her whole body on me, our skin sliding together. “Me, laying on my back, my legs wide open, saying ‘come here baby, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please.’ All the time in the world. In my bed, all night. No? And you’d get to lay on me, slow and sweet. Me on my back, my arms all around you. My legs wide open!” Her voice was all breath, it was wild. She continued, “I’d be telling you what I want, how I like it. ‘Mmmm, yeah like that.’ ‘Keep doing that, mmmm, yeah, higher. Give it to me.’ ‘Mmmm, yeah, faster.'” She was moving herself as if we were fucking. “I’d be all open letting you in, rolling on top of you. Sitting on your hard dick, riding you, letting you play with my tits. Telling you how good it is. No? Let you sleep with me all night long, all curled together in a warm bed.”

She let go and rolled off me onto her back, stretching her arms over her head.


She was right.


Next morning Sara was downstairs, in her robe. Our little chats.

I was kind of worried she would be mad at me, but as I stepped into the kitchen she simply looked back at me and smiled, “Hi.” Her long breathy hi.

She looked happy, freshly fucked.

To see us after an encounter. All the tension melted away.

“You sleep good?”

“I’m a little sore.” She pressed on her abdomen. “But yeah.”

An obvious reference. I got a cup of coffee and sat down, deciding not to molest her the way I had. I felt calmer this morning. Release, it did wonders.

She had almost been waiting for my hands to roam on her, as she stood over by the sink a bit longer than necessary before taking her cup and sitting across from me.

I asked, “What are you doing tonight?”

“Actually, I’m, Um, busy.”

“You are not. I want to take you out – on a date.”

“A date!”

“You been saying I should, uh, be more romantic.”

“That’s sweet. But, Mike is taking me out. Sorry.”

“What! You aren’t going out with him?”

“No.” She took a long sip, as if she were thinking about it. “Not really. But we figured that since we weren’t dating, and neither of us HAD anyone, we should go out and help each other, hook up with someone. I said I might.”

“So you haven’t actually made plans?”

“We have. Stop it. I’m going to be busy, he SAID he’d call.”

“Have dinner, with me.” A whine in my voice.



“I can’t. I told you. Besides, considering, our situation. I decided that I got to find some other way to, you know.”

“No. What do you mean?”

“To, get what I need.” I obviously gave her a shocked look. She continued, “We already talked about this, it goes round and round. You don’t listen. You don’t take me serious. I said we got to stop it, and last night!”

“Hey, that was you!”

I reached my hand out and slipped it into her robe, tickled my fingers up her thigh. She hit my hand, “Stop it.” I continued to pull her robe open, as she let me. I pulled it nice and wide so that her breasts came into view. She shook herself from me, “Let go!”

I let go but she left her robe hanging open for me. I was reaching for her again, insinuating my fingers between her legs as we talked. She was opening her legs now as I softly petted the front of her bush, pulling her robe to the sides of her thighs until I could see her sex pressing down into the chair.

I took a little different tack. “Then, maybe I’ll go out with Marnie tonight, while you are with Mikey. WE can hook up.”

My talking about Marnie angered her. She moved to get up, “I have to go,” and began walking out of the kitchen.

I called out, “Jealous. Turn arounds fair play.”

Sara paused at the door, “You know if you would just listen to me. Trust me, it would.” She halted, trying to find the words. “Be better, nicer,” there was pain in her voice, “You know. If you weren’t such a …” She went to leave.


And looking back at me, “Brute.”

“I do listen.”

She let out a “HUH,” and came to the middle of the room with her robe open. “You’re a fucking brute!”

“Sara. Why? What. Just tell me, why we can’t have sex.”

“Um, Your my bro-ther.” She sat back down leaning close to me, almost touching her nose to mine. “This is pretty much the definition of a dead end relationship.”

I looked away, leaned away from her in my chair, pouting.

I think she liked the effect she had on me just then. That I could be hurt. “Oh, come on. Don’t be sad,” and she sat herself back up, and in a cheerier consoling voice added, “After all. I AM addicted to you.”


What the hell?


“Yeah. Like crack cocaine. You know. It’s bad for me, but hey, I can’t stop. I can’t say I want it,” and she tugged her robe close. “Anymore than an addict wants heroin. Nothings changed.”

Dead end.


The day after probably the best sex of my life. It didn’t count, it could be better. She’s addicted. She wants to stop. She’s going out with Mike to find other guys.

Fuck. I was feeling a rising jealousy. The same one that time I had actually seen her with Mike, kissing him.

I had a moment of thinking. Her eyes on me, probing me with her eyes, she was reaching her hands down over my lap and began feeling for my soft cock, flopping it around. I started when her hand wrapped itself around the base of my cock.

“You shouldn’t be wanting this either,” she said looking down at my stiffening cock. And reading my mind she added, “and TAKING it from me does NOT count.” I remained silent. She asked, “Does it?”

I didn’t answer. Confused. She continued to play with me, my cock was sticking straight up and I was feeling aroused, thinking sit on me.

“David, what you thinking?” Her demeanor shifted as she let go of me and went over, poured another cup of coffee.

I wanted to say sit in my lap, but instead I said, “So what can we do? Seriously, what can I do.”

She held her cup, her robe had fallen open again, her breasts and bush were swaying in and out of view. “Move in with me, we could live together.”

“What? How does that change anything? Our dead end relationship.” I spit the last phrase out.

“Inside OUR four walls. OUR secret, we can be some place. If we lived together. God, we could be naked all day long!” She paused, thinking about it, adding, “You could sleep with me.”

“I can’t. I haven’t graduated yet.”

“It’s less than two months. We can plan. Come on.”

“So. Until then, I can only TAKE it from you?” I grabbed at her, a mock molestation.

“It’s what you pretty much have been doing anyway,” she teased.

“But it doesn’t count?”

She leaned to my ear again, “Mmmm. I want to ride you nice and long too you know. I want to be naked with you all day, tell you just how I like it and what I want. Curl in your arms under nice sheets in the dark all night.” She leaned in close and let the breath linger in my ear, “All night.”

“But tonight, your going out with Mike to pick up guys.”

She leaned back, self satisfied, “Pretty much.”

She was punishing me. I was still so confused. Going out with Mike? Finding other lovers. I couldn’t imagine it. Then this. Should I call Marnie? Hook up? Do it. Follow up on my threat. This whole conversation had taken so many turns.

“So, you can stay away from me?”

“Well not like that,” she slid closer.

“It’s what you said.”

“Yeah. But I need more,” she was finding the words, “Control. We can’t be doing this.”

I had gone too far and I knew it, last night was too far.

I didn’t know what to say.

But she didn’t seem mad when I came in here, but she was going to get even. Get what she wanted. Was she going to be fucking fucking Mike? No way.

I was confused. I ventured on with, “But it was your choice.”

“I don’t get any choices any more cause I’m not choosing, and I can’t trust you. You know how I get, how we get. You take advantage of me. You do! And I haven’t had anywhere to get – release. You just don’t know how I can get. Well, you do. It leaves me totally vulnerable. Living together is an option, a possible answer. But until…”

“You liked it?”

“David! Sweetie. It is NOT about that! Hello!! We can not be having sex. It IS a choice, we are brother and sister.”

“You let me.”

“I let you,” her face was utterly serious. “It is not the same thing, as choosing. You are fucking Crack. You can still touch me, I can’t imagine not, no way. I agreed. You agreed. You promised. But you!! It’s not enough, never. Is it? And you sit and wait, wait me out. You get me to these points on purpose, and my body cannot stop. So I have to find another way, I can’t rely on you. You can’t even wait two months!! You won’t even agree to my idea?”
“What if I did, tried harder?”

“Yeah. When has that happened? I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, Sara, I do want you. And I do try to not. But it can only go so long, you know. I mean, we went longer than two weeks! You were totally avoiding me, and, I couldn’t honestly stand it. I do go crazy, but it’s for you. That is truth.”

She smiled at that. We were sitting there holding hands, letting our fingers play together. There was a pause, Sara was thinking. I had nothing more to say, just our hands rubbing together, our fingers twining together.

Sara was staring at our hands as she said very slowly, “So? What if, what if we could, let each other know when we needed release. So it doesn’t get to that point? Maybe. Would THAT help?”

My heart lifted, “I could be better.”

“Keep your promise?” She sipped her coffee with a smile on her lips, “Ok. We can try it.”

“How do we do this? How would we let each other know?”

She tipped her head down over the table and looked at my crotch, which was pressing a hard line in my boxers, “Don’t think it will be difficult.”

“And you??”

She touched her nose.

“That’s my signal.” She got up to leave, “But I am still seeing Michael tonight.”


I saw Sara sitting on the sofa watching TV. The moment she saw me, saw the way I looked at her, she knew.

I went over and sat by her and quietly nudged, “Sara?”

She met my eyes with this perfectly smooth mouth, no emotion. All she said was, “Ok.”

She stood up and silently slipped her shoes off, “Meet me in five minutes,” and padded up the stairs.

I sat and watched the TV some more not seeing anything at all, my heart pounding in my chest. I waited five minutes before going off to find Sara in her room.

When I opened the door, there she was, sitting at her desk before the mirror combing her hair out over her shoulders, completely naked. I was mesmerized. She had really surprised me. I loved seeing her like that doing ordinary things, combing her hair or reading, folding clothes, putting things away. She loved to be naked, to have me watch her.

She didn’t turn, “You’ve been really good.”

“I tried.”

“It’s hard.”

I laughed and pressed down on my crotch. “So hard it hurts.”

She smiled and moved to the bed, settled in, crossing her legs so that her pussy gaped open before me. I sat down next to her.

“So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Here. I got an idea,” and slid to the edge of the mattress, made me stand and began tugging my shorts and boxers down. My cock poked straight out at her as I kicked out of my bottoms.


She just smiled looking up at me, hugging me to herself so that each breast squeezed into my hips on each side of my cock as she kissed my tummy. God she felt good, her warmth, soft skin. I loved her smell, perfume and powder.

“Go get that lotion over there.”

I handed it to her and she leaned back as she squirted thin lines of lotion over her tits and rubbing it around.

“You can help.”

“It looks like cum.”

“Hmmmm, kind of.”

I began massaging the oil over her tits and kept applying it until her breasts glistened with lotion, all slippery and wet.

“It kind of turns me on when you cum on me, you know. Come here,” as she pulled me close again and began squeezing her breasts around my cock so that it was held right in the middle. She breathed out, “Tittie fuck me and be sure to cum ON me.”

I began to slide myself against her, up between her breasts in a fucking motion holding her shoulders as I did. She was tipping her head down looking at me as my cock thrust up between her breasts. With each upward thrust she opened her mouth around head of my cock.

I kept sliding against her, long slow thrusts.

“This feels good.”

“Mmmmm, Yeah. Warm,” speaking each word as my cock left her mouth.

I continued to rub myself against her as she kept squeezing her breasts over my cock, moving on her faster and faster. She kept pressing her mouth down over the head of my cock each time and sucking on me.

I was getting so aroused, “Oh god, this feels so good.”

“Mmmm, making me horny,” as she began this wonderful string of words. “Yeah. That’s it fuck me.”

The words ‘fuck me’ were my favorite to hear come out of her mouth.

“Say it again. How you want to fuck me.”

“Oh god David, I want to fuck you. Hold my legs open for you. Feel you inside me.”

I was thrusting between her breasts, and began pressing her back onto the bed. “Here. Lay back.”

She looked up at me, “David?”

“Don’t worry, just lay back. Trust me.”

She did and as she slid up the bed I followed until I was straddling her chest so that my cock was still sliding between her breasts. It felt more like fucking to be laying on her like that. She was squeezing her breasts over my cock and still sucking me into her mouth on each thrust. Laying like that and sliding my cock up and down on her, the pressure, god it felt just like fucking her.

I looked down at her and she met my eyes, “Like that?”

“Oh yeah, let me fuck you.”

“I’m fucking you, fuck me.” God I loved those words on her lips. It was making me crazy. She was cooing out these fantasies, “I could wear a little dress and let you do whatever you want to me.”


“Anywhere you want. Sit on your lap in the restaurant and let your cock squeeze up inside my pussy.”

“I could just pull your panties to the side and fuck you.”

“Mmmm. Let me ride your cock.”

Her words were putting me over.

“Let me take your panties off.”

“Mmm, yeah, walking around the house in a little dress without panties, let you fuck me any time you wanted, oh so good.”

“Oh, yeah Sara.”

“I’m holding my legs open for you, my cunt is so wet. You fucking me so hard.”

It was just too much. “I’m cumming.”

She let go and as I began to spray I lifted myself up so that I was on my knees over her spraying cum all over her breasts, up the side of her neck and all over her face. She was licking her lips, her head turning side to side, lifting her chin. Gobs of cum in hair. I kept spraying ribbons of cum on her.

She lay on her back, curling her arms over her head as I held my cock, spraying these lines of cum all over.

“Yeah, that’s it. Oh, Cum on me. Cum on me, make me dirty.”

She was running her hands over the streaks of cum, rubbing it into her breasts, and bringing her fingers to her mouth eating my cum.

I slid off, as she lay there.

Too delicious for words.


Over time, our new agreement actually kicked Sara into a higher state of arousal even as it kept me better contained. We had gone from resisting each other, to basically being at each others beck and call. However, giving in to our lusts was in the end, feeding them.

Sara began to enjoy teasing me when others were around, and it didn’t matter who – in front of mom, brother Billy, her friends and mine. When everyone in the house was up and about, Sara derived endless pleasure by driving me absolutely crazy. She always had worn revealing clothes, but she seemed to be taking it to another level during her ‘teasing’ sessions.

I’d be in the kitchen, preparing dinner, everyone was there and Sara would come in wearing these incredibly short worn pair of jeans and thin tee shirt. I could see the rose of her nipples through the fabric. She’d sit watching us a while, lifting a foot up on the chair and when mom wasn’t looking she swung her knee out. No panties! Her shorts were cut so high there was just a half inch of fabric running between her legs. Her pussy opening and closing to me, this little line of fabric running up through the middle. She’s sitting there swinging her knee out and in, exposing herself to me.

I’d go instantly hard. Mom turns, as Sara sets her foot back on the floor, and says, “Nothing stopping you from helping,” making it worse cause then she’d be up standing by me.

Dinner was the continual touching, her hand sliding up my leg. I was sitting there looking at her shorts, knowing how easy it would be to rub her pussy. She was swinging her leg close and I lay my hand right at the top of her inner thigh. She let my hand set there as she ate, ignoring me touch but the moment I began to let my fingers slip in under the line of her shorts and onto her puss she would snap her legs shut. I so wanted to touch her.

In response all she did was touch her nose, and whisper, “Wait.”


I shortly followed after her, finding her putting away clothes from a basket in her room.

“Just a Sec.”

I sat on her bed and waited, watching her. I would have sat there forever, done anything. We said nothing. She set held each items against her tummy and refolded, then padded over to put each item away. I loved watching her like that, and she loved to be watched. When she was finally done, she stood with her hands on her hips, legs apart before stretching languorously on the bed beside me.

“I really need some touching, be luxurious,” as she rolled onto her stomach. I slid up beside her, lay my hand right at the small of her back. She looked back at me as I began to stroke her soft skin, “Oh, feels so good!”

I wondered about being honest. I could tell how horny she was, her whole body was tingling to my touch. Just say what I want, talk about it with her.

I still wanted her so bad, more than ever, every bit of her. I so wanted her to surrender, give me everything. To surrender completely. All my senses were flying out the window. I still wanted to fuck her, wondering if I could ask her right now. Somehow, we felt closer than ever before in this single moment. It is hard to explain.

The whole time I was rubbing my hand over her body, my thoughts were running through how I could tell her how I wanted her to let me, to say yes. Not even just then, but sometime. If there was some way.

If I lay on her right now she wouldn’t let me, but I could take it. She would not stop me. I could make her crazy again. But it upset her and at the same time I decided, I wasn’t a brute. I was doing what she wanted. I realized that she had stopped saying her typical ‘Behave’ when I sat down by her now.

I began stroking my hand over her back, soft and slow, and pressing down over her hips and ass.

God I wanted her. This time, just to the point of overwhelming. She felt especially good tonight.

I ran my hand up over her shoulders, along the line of her shoulder blades and began running my fingers through her hair, gave it a little tug, and back down low on her back, over her ass, her long legs.

I said, “It’s been awhile since we got out of control.”

“Hmmm. Hmmmm.”

“I’ll be honest, I miss that too. I liked, pinning you to the bed or that time you sat in in my lap. Remember?”

“It was nice.”

“You liked it?”

She, not really responding to what I had said breathed out, “It always feels good. Just touch me.”

“You smell so good.”

“I put powder on.” I breathed her in, powder and her wet sex.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath as I continued. Long luxurious strokes. Her skin was so warm and soft.

“Turn around.”

She rolled over, as if in a dream she lay on her back, bringing her breasts and little bush into view, tipping one knee to the side. I brought my hand across her shoulders and down the center of her chest squeezing her breasts, rubbing them and pressing into her flesh. I gave her nipples a little pinch.

“Mmm, sensitive.”

She tipped her head back as I stroked down her tummy, running my hand from hip to hip, and drawing a little circle around her navel.

“You shaved.”

She opened her eyes, “yesterday. My landing strip.”

“I like it.”

It was in the shape of a little rectangular box above right over her pussy mound.

I rubbed her thighs, focusing on the space just below her hips, and then across her abdomen letting my fingers graze the hairs of her trimmed little puss. I could feel her body beginning to move to my touch, pressing to where my hand held to her. I loved how she loved to be touched by me, how she loved my hands. It was like petting a cat that way she pressed herself to my touch.

I broke the silence, “It shows we can go back to what we had before, it’s been a long time since.” I didn’t finish.

“Mostly.” She opened one eye, “Look at us, now.”

“Once in a while might be ok?” I was pressing it.

This little smile as she mouthed, “Bad once in a while.”

“I mean not now, but. You know, it’s been awhile since I been inside you.”

I began stroking the inside of her thighs, running my hands up high between her legs, tugging her legs apart, feeling her yield, letting them slide open easily.

She breathed out, “You have been good.” Not ‘No!’ I thought.

She continued to slide her legs wider and then brought one knee up high, opening her pussy right up for me. The loose inner lips were swelling out from her cunny, she was soaking wet and her pussy lips were pulling open over her vagina, cum creaming out. Revealing her shining pink slit.

I lay my hand over her pussy mound and rocked my palm on her. She sighed and lifted her hips up, pressing her little cunny up into my hand. She was so horny, hungry, her body was on fire. I was pressing my fingers through her pussy hairs as I rocked my palm on her, cum streaks sliding along the palm of my hand as I pressed.

I said, “Let me look at you.”

She had this wonderful smile, like she had thought about this.

She brought her knees up high and let them drop to the side.

“Be good.” She added that, I wondered if she were thinking about me fucking her, wanting to hold back.

I lay down between her legs and pulled her little pussy open, leaning close, the hood of her clit, and the nob of her clit, a lighter pink. The rich smell of her cunt, I breathed deep, drinking her in. The heat of her. The quivering soft flesh. The deep rose color of her vagina, shiny with cum. The short light hairs and loose flesh a deeper, almost brown. The little trimmed hairs at the top. I simply looked at her and breathed her cinnamon aroma.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“So eat me.”

She was so relaxed, her breasts fallen to the side, as she lay her arms over her tummy, her eyes closed and this sweet smile. God she looked delicious. The light hairs of her pussy were these wonderful little wisps, and I loved their feel on my tongue.

“God I am so hard,” I breathed up over her tummy as I licked her.

“Make me cum.”

I wondered, how would I not? I wanted her to want it. God I wanted to fuck her, but she was being so sweet and I loved the feeling of her. I raised my hands up over the front of her, squeezing her breasts as I lapped at her.

I leaned in and lay my tongue right over her pussy. I could see cum running down her puss, could feel the cum spread over my tongue, the feel of the little hood of her clit. I licked a line right up through her center and she stretched and trembled as I did, taking in a deep breath.

“Oh. Yes,” She breathed.

I wanted to crawl over her and fuck her right there.

I continued to lap at her, stiffening my tongue and running it up through her slit. With my finger I began to press up inside her vagina, and rub her hole as I licked at her. My focus shifted gradually to drawing circles around her clit digging the tip of my tongue into the hood of her clit as I finger fucked her at the same time. Gradually she began rocking her hips to my movement and I continued to lick her, steadily, following the same rhythm.

I watched her laying perfectly still, tipping her head back, feeling my every movement. What my tongue was doing to her right now, moving on her with this increasing intensity. I was watching her hand rise up as she began pressing down on her breasts, pinching her nipples, taking in deep breaths.

She cooed out, “I’m so wet.”

I slid my shorts off as I continued to lick her, kicking them down my legs. I had nothing on underneath.

She looked at me. I said, “Too uncomfortable,” and I added, “I’m going to need some too.”

She closed her eyes.

I continued, “You are so delicious,” and I dug the tip of my tongue into her clit and licked over the nub faster and harder, her body began to squirm to my touch. I shoved two fingers into her and rubbed the walls of her vagina, running me fingers over the rough flesh digging my fingers into her as I licked and rubbed her cunny. I had her pussy juices all over my chin, my cock was aching as I ate her. It was all I could do not to crawl up the front of her body and kiss her as I pushed inside.

She was moving her pussy over my mouth, turning her hips, guiding my tongue as I moved on her. Her hands went down and held the back of my head, pushing me against her cunt.

I could feel the hunger rising in her, the intensity of her movement, how she pushed me against her, I licked at her harder and stroked her with my fingers.

“So good.” She breathed, “Ahhh, push your fingers in, farther. Yes! Just a little farther. Oh god, yeah. Finger fuck me. Like that.” I loved the trill of her voice when she was aroused.

She lifted her tummy higher, arching her back tipping her ass back.

“Oh, make me cum. Yeah.”

I was thinking about stopping, making her crazy, but continued to lap at her, dig into her, her whole body was writhing on the bed. She was rocking herself and pushing me down between her legs, squeezing her thighs on me.

She was grinding herself down, fast and hard, she was getting close. I could feel her pussy clench as I moved on her, could feel her legs trembling and her head tip back, as the length of her body stiffened, and she was spasming there on the bed, laid out.


I could see her whole body jerk forward, spasming beneath me.

“Ah ah aha. Yes. I’m cumming.”

I held myself to her as she gave these deep moans, and as she lay there utterly spent, naked, disheveled on the bed. She did not move and I let go of her, slid myself up beside her, my cock sticking straight out, so hungry, dripping from its tip. I was in agony, I so needed to cum now.

She looked so beautiful. Her cheeks all mottled, her eyes barely able to focus.

“Fucking god, I never!”

She leaned over me and kissed me, I opened my mouth and we let our tongues twirl together.

She had cum, I had not. I had to cum. I was pushing down on the head of my cock, it ached. She looked down at me.

“Oh David. What do you do to me?”

She took my cock in her hand and I moaned, I could have cum right there.

“You’ve been so good,” and she rolled up on top of me and sat down over my cock, pressing her naked body along my whole length. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. It had been such a long time since we had lain like this. Her pussy was open and just sliding along my cock, my whole length, as it pressed into my abdomen. Skin to skin.

“Lay still, let me move on you. Your turn.”

She was straddling her legs around me. I could feel her little bush tickle against my stomach, sitting on me and holding her hands on my chest, riding me.

It felt so incredible to feel her pussy lips opening around the length of my cock. “Oh yeah. Do whatever you want to me.” She was squirming on me, pressing her breasts into my chest, sliding herself up higher and letting my cock pop up between her legs. I could feel my cock rubbing in between her thighs. Oh god, I let out a deep moan. “You feel so good.”

She held her legs open, letting herself slide around on me, lifting herself higher and back down, an incredible delicious fucking motion while squeezing her thighs tight around my cock.

What was she thinking? I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, held her to me, as she rode my body, letting me touch her there with my cock. It had been so long. She was rising and falling on me, then rising again, and bumping back down on me again.


“You behave,” I said.

She smiled, “It’s all behavior.” I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was looking down between our legs and back at me. “It HAS been awhile,” she was biting her lower lip. She was thinking about it too.

I said nothing.

In that moment I lifted my hips, and she held her legs wide positioning me right over her vagina. In one motion I felt myself pressing right inside, could feel her open right around me.

She was sitting down and pressing and rising up so that she was sitting on me, closing. Feeling me in her.

I looked down at her, my cock pressing up inside her body. I lifted my hips up and felt the bump of her pussy mound, her hairs at my groin. Just to feel myself buried in her. God, the look of her face when I was inside her. The head of my cock was pressing up into her belly, I was up inside her as she sat down on me. Looking into her face, her mouth held open, her eyes closed, feeling me with every nerve of her body.

With eyes closed, she simply said, “I want to feel you in my pussy a little minute. Ok?”

I breathed, “Mmmm, make me cum.”

I felt the head my cock begin sliding in her as she lifted herself up and sat back down. She lay flat on me as she lifted her hips up and lowered herself back down, as we lay there slowly fucking, she began to kiss me. No sound but our moans and sighs, kisses and the sounds of our sex sliding together.

She kissed my shoulder. “You’ve been good.”

I turned and pressed my lips to hers, “You’re being bad. You want this?”

She nodded, not looking at me. There was no barrier. I began to arch my back and let my cock move out of her again. She did not move as she let me press back inside, my cock filling her.

“Feels so good.” I pressed into her hard, “yeah like that,” she cooed.

“Oh, I have wanted this.”

She breathed in my ear, “Fuck me. I need you. Tonight I need you. I won’t be mad at you tomorrow. Oh god,” her eyes glazed as I fucked into her. Each thrust met by her body lowering itself down on me.

We moved together, slowly, she was holding herself above me letting me push into her, as she rose and fell on my cock. She pressed her hands to my chest and rose up so that she was sitting on me, my cock pressed up deep into her and we began moving so that her clit slid along the length of my cock, faster. Oh god, it would not take long for me to cum.

I began squeezing her breasts as she rode me.

She was arching her head back then, panting, stiffening. Moving on me hard, thrashing on my body, possessed.

“Oh, yes. Yes.”

“Can I cum in you?” I said as I pulled her to me, rolling her to my and then rolling up on top of her. She stretched her arms up over and head as now I was laying over her, she was looking up at me. She lifted her knees up and held them wide. I loved the way she yielded now.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

Her little puss open, I wanted to drive into her. She held my bare hips, digging her nails in. That drove me absolutely wild and I began pounding her.

“Ah. Ah.” She was whimpering. I kept going, I was not going to stop.

“Oh, keep, yes, like, that.” I kept pumping into her. “oh, so good.” Holding to her.

I lay my mouth at her ear. “I have you now, you want me to cum in you?”

“Cum in me. Fill me.”

“You feel so good.”

“Deep. Fuck me. Like that, yes.”

“I’m inside you.”


“Fucking your cunt.”

“Yes. Come on. Cum in me.”

I never wanted to end. She was scratching her nails up my back and I was ready to cum. I fucked her now with abandon, my whole length. To simply let go, I wanted to cum, pound into her. I felt it rising, cumming, loads of cum spraying into her.

So wet, her legs wide. I was pulling her open, growling, “Oh my god. I’m cumming.” My whole body shaking over her.

My cock slid so deep into her, I held myself down, bucking into her, she was thrashing against as we were cumming. I sprayed so much cum into her. Cumming. We were cumming. She was pushing back against me.

I lay down on her, slowing, lay on her quietly now. Spent. I let myself roll in beside her. She got up and went into the bathroom, I lay on the bed. She came back and crawled in next to me, reaching up and turned off her light and wrapped herself around me.

“Stay with me tonight.”

We lay together in the dark, a dawning awareness of what we had done as we lay together in her bed, naked together, wrapped in each others arms.


I woke in a dark room having had one the most intense dreams in my life.

My whole body pulsed, my heart pounding in my chest. I was sweating. It had seemed so real. I dreamed I had fucked Sara, she had let me. That was no dream. I looked out, it was so dark I could see nothing. In my dream Sara was sitting on top of me, I could feel my cock squeezing up inside of her. She was just sitting there for the longest time, holding herself still as every quiver of her cunt sent shivers up my spine. When for no reason at all she leaned forward, and let her long legs stretch out beside mine, and began kissing me and the feel of our tongues. It was so real. As we kissed, we were holding hands, letting our fingers play together, It was so nice laying there fucking and kissing and holding hands.

She also began to rock her hips, sending shock waves of pleasure. Everything seemed so intense. She was lifting her ass back, drawing me out and and then lowering back down again letting our sexes bump together. Next thing I know we were both sitting in the living room and I was still inside her. She was smiling at me, facing me, her arms all wrapped around me. I was still deep inside. She was curling her legs around my hips, settling herself down on my lap, my cock sliding even deeper inside, we are moaning and holding each other.

She was rocking on me, slow, soft movements, slippery and warm. I could feel her pussy tightening around your cock, squeezing and rocking on me. Everyone in the house is around, the room is full of people but they are ignoring us. “I really want you,” she says. I ask, “You do?” and slide my hand over her ass, down between her legs and begin to run my fingers over where we’re connected. “Feel this?” I say, and take her hand pulling it back to where we are connected. She reaches back, arching herself and giving me a perfect view of her tits. I let out a little whimper at the movement of her leaning back away from me, the feeling of my cock stretching inside her. My senses are so heightened. She looks in my eyes as our fingers are touching my cock pressed up inside of her and says, “Of course, I’m you,” and it is as if our skin merges.

We are holding hands and letting our finger tips slip around my cock as it slides in and out of her pussy, all slick and hot, that silky skin of her cunt wrapped tightly around my cock. I can feel us slide together and apart with my fingers, and her nails are digging into the length of my cock making it feel so fucking incredible. We just keep doing that. Me fucking her and she scratching my cock as I press inside. Feeling ourselves and rocking together, faster and faster.

Sara starts to cry out while resting her forehead down on my shoulder. “I want you to start trying to fuck me again,” she says, moaning into my ear even though we are in the process of fucking. I ask, “Why?” She answers with these soft, quiet little whimpers between quick breaths. I can feel us fucking with my fingers. Sara tightens up on me, tingles running through my body. I can feel it, that moment just before her orgasm.

We are thrusting together so hard, so hard it feels as if we are tearing each other apart. I feel as if I am going to explode. I can’t stand it and I say, “This is too much.” She is crying, tears streaking her face. “I know I know. I told you.” I grab her hips and pull her down harder, laying her onto her back, she is crying, I say, “I love you. I love you.” And then it hits, this explosion of senses, everything goes utterly white and we are falling. Suddenly we are in mid air, clinging together and falling and the sun is shining all around us. We have wings, we are fucking in mid air and falling from the sky because we have stopped flying in order to fuck. We are falling, I can feel the air rushing by and we are going to hit the ground. “This is why we can’t fuck,” she says. I clench my teeth, get ready to die, the wind is whipping past us so fast I can’t even see, the ground coming at us fast, and I let go.

That is when I wake up, and it is pitch black.

“Sara!” I call out, “Sara!” No answer.

I lay there in the dark, dark as my dream, reaching my hand out and feel her bare hip and I curl myself to her. Hold on.

Nothing, but silence.

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