The next few weekends leading up to the holidays were wonderful. Dave and Julie would leave on Friday afternoons. Sarah and I had the house to ourselves from Friday night to Sunday night. We took full advantage of the time, like two teenagers in heat.
It was not sex all the time. Sarah and I both had school work to attend to, and there were the usual necessary activities of food shopping, errands, etc. And once in a while, one of us just needed time alone or some rest, or wasn’t in the mood.
But, for the most part, just about every weekend night, and many weekend afternoons, we explored and pleasured each other.
Sarah and I developed a routine in which I would sit on the couch and Sarah would lie across my lap on her stomach. I would massage her back, then her legs and ass, and then return to massaging her back. As I massaged her back the second time, I would go beneath her shirt and massage her bare skin, moving from her lower back to her neck, while at the same time pushing her shirt higher.
Once Sarah’s shirt was pushed up by her neck, she would reach back and take it off. Never wearing a bra around the house, Sarah’s tits would hang down, waiting to be touched and fondled.
Sometimes I would tease her and continue to massage her back and legs until she would say something like, “You know what I want.”
I would reach down and touch the end of a nipple with my finger tip. Sarah would inhale deeply and moan. Eventually, I would massage each breast and play with her nipples, while she expressed her pleasure in sounds and words.
When Sarah was ready, she would turn over, her feet and head on the couch, and her ass on my lap. She would undo the button on her pants and pull the zipper down. Lifting her ass off my lap, she would slide her pants down, and with my help, take them off.
Naked on my lap, Sarah would spread her legs giving me her slit. I would tease and tease her, running my fingers over her stomach, through her pubic hair, along the inside of her thighs, touching the area between her slit and asshole, and running my fingers along the edges of her pussy lips. Sometimes the teasing went on for a long time, Sarah’s climax building; other times, Sarah was so horny and wanting that she could only take a little teasing before she wanted and needed to be fucked.
I knew she was ready for my fingers to be inserted into her pussy when her love hole was wet and dripping.
I’d slide one finger up and down just the outside of her pussy lips. Sarah would tremble, moan and her pussy juice would flow down to her ass.
I would slide my finger lightly along her lips until Sarah begged me to put my fingers in her pussy.
“Put your finger in!”
“Say please,” I would tell her.
“Please put your finger in.”
I might put my fingers in at that time, or I might continue to tease her, depending on my mood.
One good indication that Sarah could no longer tolerate more teasing was her grip on my shoulder or arm with her right hand. When she grabbed me so tight that it hurt, digging her finger nails into me, I knew she was ready.
With Sarah across my lap and her legs spread, I would slide two fingers into her wet hole and with my other hand I would play with her nipples. Sarah would moan and rotate her hips, something that I found very sensual and erotic.
Eventually I would move my fingers to her clit, rubbing it with my wet fingers, and at the same time I would pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers and thumb.
Sarah liked having her nipples pinched, rolled and pulled, causing a little pain along with her pleasure.
Sometimes, while still on my lap, and depending on how horny she was, Sarah would cum while I teased and played with her pussy.
Other times, when she could take no more teasing and playing, we would start on something new, which usually involved having my pants taken off, and my hard shaft released so she could work her hands and mouth all over it.
This was our usual routine. And it remained the routine for years to come.
When the routine was not followed, it usually meant that Sarah had decided that she needed more immediate attention and that she was up for a wild session of sex.
Sarah would sometimes come out of her room wearing nothing; naked. Whether I was sitting on the couch or in the leather chair, she would straddle me, kiss me hard with an mouth open, and would aggressively try and tickle the back of my throat with her tongue; she would hold one of her boobs with her hand and hold it up to my mouth so I could lick and suck on her nipple; and she would tell me what she wanted, where she wanted it, how hard she wanted it. Sarah was not shy about letting her needs be known. Nor was she shy about directions and commands, sometimes telling me, in advance, that I should not stop fucking her, even though she may have experienced an orgasm.
On those occasions, when, for whatever reason, Sarah was very horny and needy, we usually stayed on the couch or chair, she would get on her knees, and I would fuck her doggie and play with her clit and nipples. She would claw at the couch or chair with her hands; was always loud, talking to me, moaning, or yelling that I should do it harder or faster; and, she would often cum two or three times before I had to shoot my load.
Other times, Sarah would wear this red, revealing lingerie that went down to her mid- thigh. The lingerie hid nothing, so I don’t know why she bothered. Maybe she thought that it was a little different look; a tease of sorts. Or maybe she just liked the feel of the material rubbing on her nipples and body.
One night when she wore the red lingerie, she lay on her side on the couch with her head on my lap and I just teased her until she almost cried.
I ran my fingers lightly over every part of her body, but never touched the parts she wanted touched. I ran my fingers up under her breasts, along her stomach, on the inside of her thighs, over her ass, legs and feet, and along the crack in her ass. She asked me to touch her. She begged me to touch her. She moaned and moaned, pulled the lingerie off and spread her legs. Still I did not touch her where she needed and wanted to be touched.
That night, when I was done teasing her, and gave her the pleasures that she craved, I think we had the best hard, physical, no mercy sex to that point, with Sarah screaming and yelling. She would cum, and tell me not to stop; cum again, and tell me she wanted more.
I fucked her on the couch, the floor and up against a wall, before she got on her knees in front of me and begged me to cover her with cum.