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A Quiet Night with Sarah

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A Quiet Night with Sarah by HawkeMy name is Lisa and I'm now 32 years old, unmarried, quite bisexual and very adventurous. A few years ago a girl friend named Sarah and I had decided to have a nice quiet evening with a film on the VCR and a glass of wine, followed by some passion. I love to relive this little adventure Sarah and I had together that night, in fact it's my favorite masturbation stimulator. That night when Sarah showed up at the appointed time, she had brought along an old friend (male) that she hadn't seen for years, and who had turned up unexpectedly on her doorstep. When the two of us went out to the kitchen to open the wine, she whispered that she hadn't known what to do with him! I was tempted to say, "had you forgotten the words "go away", but I like her, and besides he was kind of cute in a puppy dog sort of way. Boy, what he had in store for himself, if he wanted to watch us and not play. And now before we really get into this little recollection, I'm going to get undressed, and find my bottle of wonderful smelling lube and see what happens! There, that's better! Ready for a lovely session of making love to my hand! I usually start by lightly touching my left breast, running my spread out fingers over my nipple until it perks right up. Oh, that's nice! My nipple's now firmer and tingling. Now add a little oil. That's so stimulating and I can already feel a bit of moisture and fullness forming between my thighs! Gently across my stomach, then back up to my right breast, with the same action. There seems to be a direct path between my breasts and my pussy. Do you notice that? I think there is a little exhibitionist in all of us. My orgasms are always much better when I'm being watched. Now both hands are firmly squeezing my bosoms, and I suddenly realize I'm going too quickly!! Slow down, woman! Let's get back to the story. G lasses of wine are poured, and then I turned on the film. I haven't the faintest idea what it was we watched, and at the time could not have cared. Sarah and I sat side by side on the sofa, and Tom was in a chair off to our left. He began to look better and better, but not as tasty as Sarah did, and still does today. I still see her every so often. Anyway, sitting on her left, I forgot there was anyone else in the room but the two of us after a few minutes. I laid my hand on her thigh and squeezed. She had on a light summer dress on and little else. She hates underwear and so do I. She leaned against me and I shifted my right hand and arm to her shoulder, and put my other hand higher up on her thigh. Tom was forgotten. I brushed her ear with my lips, then my tongue. Instant and notable reaction from Sarah! She quickly faced me and slowly kissed me, with her tongue gliding quickly against mine. When we broke, both of us laughed noisily at the truly amazed man watching us from my left! His mouth had dropped open and I don't think he could have spoken if he had wanted to. "Sarah, I think we've shocked him," I said. "Tommy, are you OK?" Sarah said. "You can leave if you want to," she offered. I got the impression that wild horses couldn't have dragged him away. Going quickly back to Sarah, I pulled her to me, lightly kissed her, and gently slipped my left hand into the front of her dress. What lovely breasts she has, large and nicely firm with rather large nipples that are not as sensitive as mine. Sarah didn't waste time but quickly flipped my skirt up and bared my thighs. This was getting serious! She was teasing me and getting some rather obvious results. The wetness between my legs was obvious. Just writing down this memory has done the same thing to me again! I began making love to myself again and I certainly hope you're doing the same thing as you read this. My breasts feel engorged, and I need to pay attention to things down south. I love to tease myself, reaching down as far as I can and caressing my thighs. with both hands. Then running my right hand lightly through the hair and up to my mons, the firm part above my vulva. So nice, so wet below. I sort of creep up on myself, teasing the sensitive inner thighs again. I can't stay away, a quick upward movement of two fingers along my slippery slit. God, I love it, don't you? The tissues so smooth and sensitive! I've not touched my clitoris yet, not even close. I have small lips there. I gently rub far out from the center and I am really wet now. I think it's time to go back to Sarah and Tommy, don't you? I'm thinking of all this as I do myself, it really is a favorite masturbation story of mine, but let's not rush things. "Gosh, Lisa, you've moved too fast", Sarah sighs. I don't answer, but run my left hand quickly up her bare thigh and pass my hand lightly over her sex. She is almost flooding herself. Sarah slides down, her lovely legs spread and in doing this her skirt slides up, totally exposing her to Tom's eyes. Not a word from him, but now he's rubbing slowly along a suspicious bulge between his legs. "Sarah, I believe we're getting to Tommy", I laugh, our arms around each other. Both of us are really enjoying his embarrassment. "Tom, what's that you're playing with?" Sarah teases him. And I think he actually blushed. "Come on Tommy, show us", I urge, and he silently unzips himself and hauls out this wonderfully hard erection, its tip glistening with pre-cum. "Jerk it for us, Tom", Sarah urges, and Tom slowly runs his hand from the base to the tip of his cock, then gently smears his lubricant over the glans, closing his eyes as he does. The head becomes bright purple as he squeezes just below the place where the head flares out. That handy cute little groove just below the corona or crown of the penis that I think was designed for a woman to run her tongue around. It's time for me to get on with myself now. I don't think I'm far from a nice orgasm. I think of Sarah's wonderfully wet pussy and remember how good that fluid tasted. And Tom's hand circling that slippery cock of his; slowly milking more pre-cum from the tip and using it to enhance his enjoyment is a vivid memory. I can't resist stroking on my clit now. The tension in my pelvis really starts to rise. I've put my left hand under my right hand and spread my lips to better expose my vaginal opening and the hard clit above it. I quickly put my middle finger inside and bring out more lubricant and begin to increase the pressure on my clitoris. Oh, this feels so good! I'm going faster and really want to come, and come! As the story goes on, I can always get off again. Now I've got two of my right hand fingers in. So good! I'm going faster now, first inside, then directly on my little love button. I know this feeling so well. I'm nearly there. It is so familiar and wonderful. I'm totally within myself and all else but the gathering explosion is forgotten. Ooooh, I'm there!! Oh, boy! The flood of sensations deep in my pussy and pelvis! Coming takes my breath away. Do you make noise when you come? I usually don't, but tonight I whimper, thinking of Sarah and Tom. I love to jack off! I know that's a "male" word but I don't think they own it and I like it better than "masturbate"! Now, let's see what's going on with Sarah and Tom! Sarah has lifted up my blouse and is kissing and sucking on my left nipple, and I'm afraid Tom will explode at any moment if he doesn't stop playing with himself. "Go slow, Tommy, save it for when we're in bed, all three of us, " Sarah says. Tom finally speaks, "Do you really mean it, Sarah. I've never believed that this sort of thing happened." It sure looks like Christmas for Tom! Sarah is too busy with my breast in her lips and my hand on her pussy to answer him. "Sure, Tom, you can watch us if you want," I say, figuring he probably won't want to stop with that. But Sarah and I will decide on how much he gets to participate when the time comes. "Come on, Sarah," I said, standing and helping her up. "Tommy's in for a show", I giggled. We all trooped into the bedroom, Tommy trying a bit to hide his rigid phallus. Sarah reached out and gave his penis a little shake, and I thought he was going to faint, just pass right out! She devilishly grinned at him. Sarah and I embraced, and began to undress each other, standing beside the bed and arousing us as well as poor Tommy, with a sexy strip. Tom sat as close as he could on the other side and undressed as well. Sarah hopped up on the antique high bed I have and sat right in the middle, Indian fashion. Almost intentionally she stretched her arms above her head. She's quite buxom, and as she stretched, her breasts rose and the wonderful muscles of her upper arms stood out. The pectoral muscles beside and beneath her breasts tensed and her movements and the uninhibited sexuality of watching her perform for us entranced both Tom and me. Great breasts, a tiny bit of sag, but I love that! That's the way women are! "Don't stop Sarah, that's so pretty," I said, and she beamed at us and cupped both breasts in her hands. It was the nicest kind of offering to make. Tom reached for her, but I pushed his hand away. Lying beside her, I reached up and held her left breast, sort of bouncing and weighing it in my hand. One gentle motion across her nipple with my thumb made her shiver and her little brown nipple popped out. I laid her down, moved her over and pressed against her, tasting those wonderful breasts with my lips and tongue. I pushed my pussy against her thigh, nuzzling it wetly on the soft skin of her thigh. Poor Tommy, standing by the bed was really getting agitated and began stroking his cock with vigor. Again, reaching for his hand, I pulled it away, and said. "We'll do that for you later Tom, now let's concentrate on Sarah!" Still holding her breasts I slowly kissed my way down to that marvelous, musky, sensuous place. Sarah became more excited as I neared her pussy, finally gently pushing my head between her thighs. I licked on either side along the labia, then darted my tongue to her clitoris. She tensed and I thought she might come. I don't think Tom had blinked, afraid to miss something. I put my entire tongue in her vaginal opening and the juice there was so sweet! I love that first taste, don't you? I deliberately guided two small fingers into her pussy and placed my thumb on her clitoris. My other hand was on her tummy that began to ripple and tighten, signaling she was about to come. I licked back and forth on her clitty and that's all it took. She arched her pelvis off the bed, with my mouth following her movement and she whimpered with pleasure. Spasm after spasm wracked her and I even had a mini-come myself, just in sympathy with hers. Several seconds of continued tenseness rippled through her as she came down off her sexual high. "Oh, damn, Lisa," she was finally able to say. "That was terrific"! She stopped me from licking her further, "Oh, too sensitive", she whispered. Tommy was obviously awestruck at watching the raw sex of a woman in a full, luxurious orgasm. It is likely that he, like most men, had neither noticed nor appreciated how wonderful those moments can be. "My turn" I answered, moving up a bit until my pussy was pressed against her right knee, and my breast was pushed against her still drenched vulva. I moved in and out on her knee, rapidly getting me nicely excited! I wondered to myself if I could give her another orgasm with my nipple and breast. Worth a try! Poor Tom! I'm really surprised he didn't come just from watching our exhibition. He looked pleadingly at both of us, wondering what to do, more or less forbidden to touch his flourishing and glorious erection. "Come here, Tom," Sarah said, gently pulling his bulging cock to her lips. I envied her for having the first nice little taste of pre-cum from the little slit in his cock head. She then encircled the bright purple head that looked like a ripe plum ready to split in the sunshine. Her cheeks pulled in as she applied suction to his cock, and I don't see why that little move didn't send him over the edge! Suddenly I didn't want him to come in her mouth, and I don't think she did either. This was our party and he'd have to follow our rules. I reached up and eased it out of her mouth, being careful not to touch him so firmly that he would go off "Tommy, we want to watch you gush your cum." I brushed his cock head against Sarah's left nipple, then lifted it and a long string of clear pre-cum stranded from her nipple, going several inches before it broke and fell back on her breast. Then I began the movements designed to give him relief. I didn't jerk him off, I loved him off! With my opened flat hand I caressed the bottom side of his prick, feeling the large tube that carries the sperm from his balls up his cock and gradually moved up to the head of his penis as softly as I could. "Let's make this last, Tommy". The tortuous veins below the skin bulged even thicker. Using my palm, I lightly rubbed the glistening head in circles until he almost came. I slowed up, again running my hand over the top and down the upper surface of the shaft. By now Tom was trembling like leaves in a windstorm, and with the long, stimulating experience of watching two women make love and my gentle jerking off of his lovely cock, he was close to orgasm. A few more hand motions, and then I gently circled his cock, just below where the head flares out, and gave a few gentle squeezes, a pump or two, and a few long, slippery strokes. "Come, Tommy, come for us", I whispered. With stronger quivers from his thighs it appeared as if he was about to erupt! You can tell when a man is about to come when you notice his testicles start to rise up in the sack, and that was what was happening to Tommy now. Sarah and I both watched in fascination as the fireworks began. A quick, gentle tickle from my left hand to those balls rolling about in his scrotum was the trigger that set him off. I aimed the first huge squirt of pearly white cum at Sarah's right breast. His ejaculation was so powerful that part of it sailed over the edge of the bed. "Damn!" said Sarah, amazed at the force of the stream of spermy fluid that jetted from his cock. I was wildly pushing my pussy against Sarah's knee, trying my best to come at the same time. Sarah moaned as a second and third gush of hot cream shot from Tom's pulsating cock, coating both her breasts. I helped keep his cum squirting with strokes from my hand. In my entire life I have never seen a man shoot such a load of love sauce. Two or three lesser amounts of cum shot from his cock, the last trickling out of his slit and running down the turgid red stalk of his penis, then cascading over my hand. He collapsed across the bed above Sarah's head, just as I reached my own peak. I thought my pelvis would explode as wave after wave of heat and spasms passed though it. The tension in my pelvis snapped and my whole body was flooded with the most amazing sensations of pleasure. I think it was one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had. First Sarah's magnificent orgasm, then Tom's fire hose display, and now a beauty for me. How lucky for us all! I had bitten my hand to keep from screaming, and Sarah was caressing my hair as I came down off the high. I crawled up higher on Sarah's body, and spread Tom's cum over both our breasts with the movement of my body against hers. I wondered if we'd stick together! I even dipped my tongue in a puddle of his juices, and it didn't taste all that bad. I gently kissed Sarah, a deep French one, letting her have a taste too, and we both sighed. Tom's semi-hard cock was lying against our cheeks so we took turns giving it a lick and a kiss for the nice gooey present it had given us. "I've never seen a cock squirt before," she said. "That was magnificent! Do they always come so much? It has always squirted inside me before, and I have never seen a cock explode like that." "Well I've never seen one come that hard either, and I love to watch them gush their cum" I said. "But I'm getting a little tired of Tom's penis, and I'm anxious for more of your kisses." It seems I'd rather watch them than have them inside me. I'd prefer someone's hand or tongue to anything else. Sarah and I laid pressed together side by side for what seemed like hours, occasionally touching this or that part tenderly and with affection. All three of us soon fell asleep, but that certainly wasn't the end of the evening! I do love sex! I love to do it and to talk about it and to enjoy other peoples experiences with it, and learn new tricks! God would not have given us something this marvelous if he did not intend for us to use it. I just enjoy sex! I am very open about sex, and everything else for that matter. I can go long periods without sex, but sure do like it when it comes along. Now how's that? I have never had any kind of sexual encounter with anyone, male or female, in which it was not my object to obtain the highest excitement and sexual fulfillment for my partner (or partners, as this story indicates). That to my mind is what sex is all about. Satisfaction is primarily for others, and I come second (and I almost, but not always, do) .I hope this note did it for you. But that is where this tale ends.