Sarah was breathing faster than usual, but I could tell she was still far from an orgasm. I ran my fingers through the pool of cum so they were slick and well lubricated. I reached inside of Sarah with two fingers and started rubbing her clit with my thumb. I pumped my fingers in and out so fast and so many times my muscles were beginning to hurt. Then I would stop pumping and spread my fingers wide inside of her while bearing down on her clit. Her clit was extending and becoming extremely sensitive. She was beginning to squirm and wiggle along the shower floor. She started lifting her hips, sometimes swinging them, as I reached deeper into her. I loved watching her as she started climbing to her peak. I was thrilled to see that although I had cum just a few minutes before, I was becoming erect, again.
I removed my fingers and put my mouth on Sarah’s pussy. It was so wet and soft. I sucked and sucked trying to empty all of the juice out of her, but it was impossible. It just kept flowing. I moved my mouth from her pussy to her breasts. I sucked them hard, leaving purplish marks on her ivory skin. Her nipples were almost obscene, they stuck out so far. I could feel her fingers below me, rapidly rubbing her clit. I heard her excitement growing as she sucked in and held her breath and let out a long “oooooohhhhhhnnnnnn”.
Her body didn’t tense, so I knew this was only a small orgasm. I wanted her to have another great one. I slid two fingers into her again. I pumped them, while she frantically continued to rub her clit. I found the swollen almond-shaped g-spot and began working on it, but she still didn’t peak. “Keep going, Sarah. Breathe and feel me inside of you. Feel the ache and the throbbing. You need to cum, Sarah. Open your eyes and look into mine.” She was begging for relief with her eyes. “Bear down, Sarah. Open yourself up to me so you can cum. Stay with me, baby.” “Help me cum, Paul. PLEASE!” Our eyes were locked as she bore down. I could feel her hole opening wider. I decided to fill her more fully. I changed the angle of my body and entered her while my fingers were still inside of her!
She stopped rubbing her clit and moaned loud and long. I was panting when I asked her, “Does it feel good, Sarah?” She screamed, “Oh god, yes. Yessss.” “I can go deeper if you open yourself up more.” She bore down again; I sunk in at least another inch. I forced every ounce of blood I could into my cock. It ballooned, filling Sarah fuller than I ever had before. I started thrusting with both my cock and my fingers. I was buried so deep in her that it felt like my balls were being sucked inside of her.
Sarah started bucking and pulling her clit. She seemed unaware of anything other than her intense need to cum; to be relieved of the sexual tension that was trapped in her body. I became aware of the feelings that signaled that I would cum soon. “Sarah, cum with me. You can’t take anymore. Cum, baby. CUMMMMM.” Sarah screamed out something unintelligible that echoed throughout the shower. Her legs that had been so open slammed tightly around my waist and she continued to hump me. Her orgasm seemed unending. My fingers and my cock were trapped in her convulsing vagina. Her jerking body finally became still. Her hand was still on her clit; her breathing was uneven. She had closed her eyes when I started ejaculating, as if that would help her to savor the moment that our fluids finally mixed.
Sarah’s legs finally started to relax, and she slowly unwrapped them from my waist. My cock and fingers were still inside of her. When I was sure that she had “come down” from her release, I slid out of her. She was limp and completely sated. I stroked her forehead and whispered, “Sarah,” as I bent down to kiss her perfect lips. She encircled my neck with her arms and ran her fingers through my wet hair. I kissed her urgently. She responded weakly; her strength sapped. She smiled slightly and said, “I’m sorry.” I assured her she had no reason to be sorry. We had just spent the most glorious day and night together. She had thrilled me beyond belief in so many ways.
I helped Sarah from the floor. She walked to the bench as I adjusted the water from the showerheads. I reached for one of the sponges and started to rinse her body. I was afraid she would collapse from fatigue. She came out of the shower, and I wrapped her in a warm towel and dried her off. I slipped the heavy robe on her and grabbed one for myself. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I sat on the love seat and Sarah put her head in my lap; her robe coming loose, exposing one of her magnificent breasts. I never tired of looking at her.
“Paul?” she asked quietly. “Yes?” I answered. She had the tie for her robe in her hands and was absent mindedly rolling and unrolling it. “Have you and Rachel ever made love the way we just did?” I was quiet for a minute or two; I told Sarah that Rachel and I didn’t have a very exciting love life. Rachel had never been very adventurous when it came to sex. I didn’t want to talk to Sarah about this. I didn’t want to think about Rachel.
Sarah didn’t speak for a long while. She just continued to roll and unroll the tie. I tried to turn her face toward me, but she continued to look away. Finally she spoke, her voice quivering. “What kind of a person am I? I’m making love with my sister’s husband, for god’s sake, and I can’t imagine not being with you. You make me feel wonderful, and I’m not just talking about the sex. My heart is so full of love for you.” I didn’t respond right away. It was true, our sexual connection was unbelievable, and I relished every sexual experience we had, but there was more to it than the sex. Much more. Sarah made me laugh; she made me cry, and I cherished every minute that I was with her. I needed to make her understand how important she was to me.
I had her sit up and held her face in my hands. “Sarah, I can’t begin to put into words how I feel about you. You’re a wonderful person, and I promise you don’t have to worry about not being with me. I couldn’t take that.” When I kissed her she opened her mouth to me and my tongue bathed her lips and mouth. Then she returned the favor. “I love you, Sarah.” “Oh, I love you, too, Paul” I stretched out on the love seat and pulled her onto my chest. Her robe gapped open invitingly, and I eased my hand inside. I rested it on her breast with her nipple wedged between two of my fingers, so I could gradually excite it. She snuggled deep into my arms, resting her hand on my sleeping cock. As she fell asleep I wondered how I was going to keep my promise to her. I had to face the fact that Rachel was coming home in a few short days, but as I was falling asleep, I knew I wouldn’t give Sarah up.
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