The Nixon Girls Ch. 02

Whilst I'd love to claim all credit for the extent of these discoveries, I must confess that Sarah herself provided unwitting assistance. Early on in my 'survey' I noticed a small mole; three inches left of centre and about an inch below Sarah's ribcage; over-shadowed though not hidden, by the swell of her breast. It was about the size of a penny and pale-pink in colour; but as I soon discovered, this colouration varied in accordance with Sarah's state of arousal. Whilst it was possible to bring Sarah to orgasm, without a significant change in the shade of this sexy tell-tale; I found that if I could tailor the strength and direction of my caresses to stave off her fully orgasming until the shade of this mole had reached the deep purple of Bordeaux wine and then make a final assault at her shining clitoris, with either fingers or tongue; I could mentally count downward from ten, in full confidence that Sarah would reach a devastating orgasm, before I'd reached one. It was remarkable and I've often thought since; that the pleasure I savoured that morning in compiling each new sequence of touches, caresses, bites and, kisses to achieve the required colour-change to that darling spot was almost equal to that which Sarah derived from my efforts.

By the end of that hour, Sarah was in a state of perpetual trembling, she glowed with from a sheen of perspiration and hadn't uttered a coherent sentence in more than fifteen minutes; the feeling of power was amazing. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy, halting in the assumption that Sarah was now spent and wholly exhausted: I was wrong. Whilst her spirited, feisty persona had been temporarily pacified, she still retained the power of speech "Enough: Fuck Me: I can't help you: Just do it: Hard; Now: Pleeeeasssse" each word was issued in a hoarse whisper; forming part of a rasping breath.

I slid up Sarah's body observing her legs parting further; as if to emphasise her invitation: as our groins coincided, I used my right hand to guide the head of my now throbbing cock between the pouting lips of her sodden pussy; pressed gently forward and watched as my shaft disappeared inside of Sarah in a single, smooth motion; whilst she issued a long exhalation by way of reception. I withdrew almost the full extent, in a similar single motion; Sarah drew in an equally huge gasp of oxygen, which was released in an extended "Yessssssss" on my second penetration. Her next inward breath was again harmonised with my withdrawal and formed the words "Harder: Faster" and on re-entry she added a beseeching "Pleaseeeee". I would've loved to continue with those slow probes forever; but remembering my promise that this morning was to be first and foremost for Sarah, I conceded to her requests; increasing both the pace and power of my penetration.

Sarah trembled beneath me; eyes tightly closed; teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. I could sense her excitement beginning to build once again: she found the energy to wrap her legs around my hips; her ankles locking at the small of my back. As our momentum increased, Sarah's buttocks lifted clear of the mattress on each withdrawal, only to crash back with my next penetration. I wedged my forehead against the pillow above her shoulder; thus freeing my hands to massage Sarah's breasts: they were burning hot; whilst rolling her hard nipples between each finger and thumb. I'd reached my maximum speed; hoped she would now be content with just an increase in power to each successive thrust, as I drove ever harder and deeper between her legs. I transferred my hands to her buttocks, mauling them roughly as she'd so obviously enjoyed before; now trapping my hands between them and the mattress on each penetration.

Sarah's climax was getting closer; promising to match, perhaps even exceed those that had gone before; beyond the visible signs of her escalating arousal; I could hear an acceleration in her breathing and feel the strengthening rhythm of her heartbeat; Sarah's mounting excitement could now be physically tasted on her skin and scented in the air surrounding us. I knew the moment was imminent and using the insight granted by my earlier explorations, I pressed forward with my right index finger; teasing at the tight ring of Sarah's bum. I drove forward one last time; forcing Sarah back against the mattress, the impact pressing that digit beyond the resistance of the muscular ring; whilst the penetration was minor, perhaps only half an inch; the result proved volcanic.

Sarah's entire body became rigid; her back arched with such vehemence that despite bearing my weight too, her mid-sections repeatedly sprang upward from the mattress; the force was sufficient to dislodge me from my entrenchment within her pulsating channel and leave me struggling to retain my balance above her. I was forced to release my grip on Sarah's writhing buttocks; I now needed to brace and support myself as she thrashed and squirmed below: Whilst the ocular expression of Sarah's orgasm proved impressive, the auditory manifestation bordered on frightening; at the moment of my final, dual penetration; Sarah sharply inhaled with a force that seemed capable of bursting her lungs; this she followed with a piercing and protracted scream that only dwindled to the level of a moan and eventually a muted whimper as the available air dwindled from her over-extended lungs; the initial sound was deafening. By the time that Sarah's body relented sufficiently for her to inhale once again, her delicate features had become distorted and her complexion was puce: I was scared by the raw power of Sarah's climax.

I rolled off Sarah to lie on the bed beside her; it proved to be several minutes before she had recovered adequately to enable coherent words to be exchanged; during which interlude I contemplated the reality of my not having actually climaxed myself. Whilst the issue (or lack of it) was in itself a surprise, the realisation that I really didn't actually care, came as something of a revelation. I was confident that if I told Sarah, she would promptly remedy this shortcoming; but I simply wasn't interested; I felt that any recommencement of our coupling could only be anticlimax for Sarah and perhaps me too?

Sarah was the first to break our companionable silence. "Wow" such a small word; but I thought then and now, that it said it all.

I had one eye on the clock; Campbell and the lads would be in for breakfast within twenty minutes; it was so frustrating; I could've laid there with Sarah for the whole day. "We need; in the interests of discretion: to be making a move."

Sarah's smile was weak and bore a trace of sadness "At this precise moment, I just hate reality"

"Me too. I quietly replied. "Though hopefully, there's always next time to look forward to"

The sexy grin was back "Oh, you can count on it lover! Sarah's effervescence had returned and she fairly bounced from the bed and dragged me out after her. "Get downstairs and slap some bacon in the pan whilst I take another shower; but even if I'm not down, make damned sure that you're back in your own pit and 'asleep' by eight twenty-five: I can't think of anything more suspicious than you being up early."

I grabbed her as she stopped to unlock the door: pulling her into a deep kiss before she could open it; a ghastly portal back into the real world.

I needn't have worried as when we stepped out onto the landing it was Sarah who grasped me; her concerns for discretion temporarily banished; to allow a final embrace.

As I headed down the stairs I heard Sarah call-out "Fourteen"

"Fourteen what?" I replied.

"Your test score Lover"

I was bewildered by the oddity of the number which she'd seemingly chosen so precisely "But fourteen out of how many; surely not a hundred?"

"No Silly, fourteen out of ten.

I was even more perplexed by that response and it obviously showed. I didn't answer.

A burst of amused laughter and a shake of Sarah's head "It's only fair; you managed to find four more erogenous zones that even I didn't know I had."

I grinned up at her; feeling like the king of the hill. Sarah blew me a final kiss; turned then disappeared along the landing.