I lay on my back beside her and watched her breathe as
she slept. So beautiful; she was of mixed origins,
quarter black, quarter true Spanish, and half
Caucasian. Her skin tone was golden brown that seemed
to glow in moonlight, brown eyes and red flaming red
hair spread across the pillow and across her breasts
showing her Celtic heritage.
She stood 5′ 5″ in her stocking feet with wide hips and
narrow waist beneath a pair of full firm youthful
breasts that were the size of soccer balls. Her name
was Sara. This was our third time together in as many
weekends.
I climbed over her left leg and kneeled between her
legs. I fingered her pussy to see if she was still
loose enough for me. I placed my penis at her opening
and pushed slowly into her. Once I was fully inside her
I began to withdraw slowly and then began a steady
rhythm of in and out strokes as she lubricated. I
lowered myself onto my elbows and continued to fuck her
in a slow and steady rhythm, waiting for her to wake
up.
When she opened her eyes, I immediately kissed her. She
responded passionately both with her mouth and her
loins. I suckled her tits and her passion rose. I heard
her whisper “oh yes, fuck me, cum again so I can feel
my pussy get warm inside; fuck me, fuck me.” I unloaded
again inside her and she caressed my face and kissed my
forehead. “Yes, yes, that’s it; fill me full lover.
It’s almost time for me to go.”
I wrapped my arms around and under her shoulders and
held her close as she held my head against her
shoulder.
We showered and dressed then went into the living room
to watch TV. In less than 30 minutes there was a knock
on the door. I got up and opened the door to a
beautiful golden Spanish face with black hair and eyes.
“Hi, come on in Becka, we were just watching TV.”
“I really appreciate you letting Sara stay this
afternoon. I’ll have to do something extra special for
you next weekend,” as she smiled teasingly at me.
I kissed her and said, “Just come over a couple of
hours earlier than usual, maybe even a day early,” as I
pulled her closer to me. “That is if Martin doesn’t
skip out like last weekend.” I knew from past
experience that Sara was not watching us. She knew her
mother and I were lovers.
“I can manage that, if he shows up. I’ll see you
Tuesday night, anyhow. Right now I have to get Sara
home. We have to be up early for school.” Raising her
voice and looking toward Sara, “Come on Sara, time to
go.”
“I made her do her homework before she did anything
else. She’s good to go, even had a shower and is ready
for bed.”
Sara put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.
“I had a change of underclothes and nightclothes here
and Bob had washed them.”
“I hope you left the ones you had on. I’ll keep them
here for you just in case you need them next time
you’re here.” I put my mouth against her ear and
whispered, “Be good to her from now on, always.”
“Go on down to the car. I want to talk to Bob for a
minute.”
Sara headed out the door.
“How do you get her to act so adult for you? She’s
going through that “bitch” stage for me right now.”
“I can’t say for sure. I treat her the way I treat
everybody and you. Respect, love, tenderness.” I kissed
her on the lips, lightly.
“I hope you don’t treat her the way you treat me. I
don’t think I could stand to find out you had another
lover.” She smiled and put her arms around me and
kissed me hard on the lips. “Whatever you do to her,
I’m glad. She likes and respects you.”
“She loves and respects you. Just relax and I’ll bet
you will see a change in her, starting tomorrow; maybe
even sooner. Go on now. Sara’s waiting. I love you,
Sara too.”
Becka turned and left. I locked the door behind her.
Sara went into the bathroom when we got to my place
without saying a word. She was a good kid. Kid hell, at
15 she looked like a grown woman, standing 5’5″ in her
bare feet and D cup breasts bursting from her chest.
I had picked her up from home and brought her to my
place as a favor to her mother, Becka, whom I was
sleeping with on a regular basis. “Regular” meaning at
least every other weekend and a couple of times a week
after dinner. Sara stayed with her father every other
weekend. This Saturday Becka had to meet a client and
go out of town on business for the weekend. Sara’s dad
was “not available” to take her.
I heard Sara come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on
the couch. She came up behind me, bend down and put her
arms around me, hands on my stomach and I could feel
her nipples on my neck. I turned and found her naked
behind me. She caught me by surprise and planted a kiss
on my lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I got
hard and responded to her kiss without thinking about
it. Nice. Then I thought about what was happening.
I twisted away from her and told her to go put her
clothes back on. She held on and came over the couch
back into my lap. My hand touched a breast and I
couldn’t resist it. I rolled onto her and started
sucking her tits, first one then the other. Before I
knew it I was kissing her mouth. She pulled at my belt
and got it open and got my pants open and my cock free.
I stood up and pulled my clothes off and dropped them
in the floor. I bent down and picked Sara up and she
wrapped her arms around me as I carried her to the
bedroom.
As I entered the bedroom I asked, “I would take it that
you’re a virgin?”
“No. I’ve done it before with two boys in a car. I’ve
been taking the pill for a year and half, too.”
I placed her on the bed and climbed in next to her and
kissed her again. I caressed her breasts, sides, legs,
and the inside of her thighs until I felt moisture
between her legs. I moved to between her legs and
rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit. I
guided the head to her opening and pushed it into her
finding no resistance. I pushed in another three inches
or so and pulled out slightly.
“No, keep going. I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t expect it to be easy all the way in if all you
have had are boys. I don’t want just ram it into you.”
I pushed in further, maybe about 6 inches and found
some resistance. “OK, that is as deep as they went. I’m
going to pull out a little and then push past there. It
will hurt a little bit until I get all the way in. I’ll
do it fast, ready?”
“OK, do it.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed all the way in, she
winced. I kept holding her ass up and myself all the
way inside her. I think I went past her cervix at the
same time. “Flex your muscles like you’re trying not to
pee.” She flexed. “Yes, that’s it.” I was sure then I
was past her cervix. “Keep doing that as much as you
can. I’ll cum deep inside you, and then we’ll fuck.” As
she kept flexing her muscles, I let her hips back down
onto the bed and lowered myself onto my elbows and
drove my length just a little deeper inside her.
I kissed her neck, then her cheek, then her lips. She
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me
back. I felt myself grow larger inside her and I short-
stroked her without pulling the head from her womb then
started to cum. “Yes, my God, that feels great. There
is nothing better than cumming inside a woman’s womb.”
I must have unloaded twice the amount I usually
ejaculated. Maybe having my 37 year old dick shooting
my load into a 18 year old twat did that. I began to
wilt inside her. “Sara that felt fantastic. Soon it
will be that good for you, too. As soon as I get hard
again, we’ll start working on that.
Within a few minutes I was hard like a rock again and
began long stroking her making sure she felt every inch
of me going into and out of her. She began to squirm
and push against me. Like her mother she turned out to
be a screamer when she an orgasm. By the end of the
afternoon she had even rolled her eyes up into her head
and passed out from a group of multiple orgasms. After
that I didn’t feel bad about fucking her. After all she
did ask for it.
After that we both took a nap and got up a couple of
hours later and showered and ate a couple of
sandwiches. I felt great. I felt better than I felt
after fucking her mother and napping. I felt like I was
King of the Whole Wide World.
While we ate we talked about sex naturally, but also
other things like her mother and her father and
boyfriends. She was mad at her father for not wanting
to take her when he was supposed to and for not being
there for her today. She disliked her mother’s
“controlling” attitude toward her and she wanted to be
“grown up” so she chose sex as a way to be grown up.
She wanted me to fuck her because she wanted something
her mother had.
I talked her into not going after sex just to be grown
up. In return I promised to let her spend her father’s
weekends with me if he was not available; she said he
never was. She and her mother were not going to get
straight that soon. She did promise not to mention
today to her mother under any circumstances. Her mother
could keep me and she could keep me as well. (Therefore
I got to keep both of them.)
Part of the deal was that since she had brought school
books, that any homework had to be done by midnight or
she was sleeping on the couch. She had her work done by
8:30 and I check it.
We each ate another sandwich before brushing our teeth
and going back to bed. Most of the night and Sunday was
spent in bed having sex with naps of two to three
hours. I had never had sex so much with any woman in
such a time span.
This time I wanted to try some different positions so I
taught her doggy style and side-by-side from the front
and the rear. I liked doggy style and she liked a
modified doggy style with her head down on the pillow.
We both liked missionary best so I could suck her tits
and fuck at the same time.
The pattern of homework first, then sex would be the
pattern of all the weekends we spent together. Her
grades went up, too.
This romance lasted for a year and then we continued it
after Becka and I married for another two years until
Sara went off to college.