Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner
Chapters: 19-20 (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

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              TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER  [Tfauc]



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.



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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.



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