Sarah Mabry/Chapter Three

Sarah Mabry

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Chapter Three

It wasn’t until after Jeannie’s stay had ended, that Sarah began to press me to do the deed. I hadn’t forgotten that she wanted me to do her like her cousin, but because of her age and size it was not something I dared to pursue. But she was persistent about it and after a while, my dam of resistance developed a big crack.

I loved the girl more than life itself and I was torn between doing what she wanted and the the distinct possibility that I could inflict irreparable harm. It became a dilemma so I searched for a median solution. At least something that would show her that I respected her wishes and wanted to please her any way I could until I could safely do it. However, she was impatient and couldn’t be reasoned with; at least to any measurable degree. I had a l-o-n-g talk with her and since it didn’t go her way, she left pouting and return for two days.

My worry had reached the point that I decided to go by her place, and despite my best judgment, apologize and then comply with her wishes. But, she beat me to the punch and came to see me first.

“You do know how much I love you,” I explained, “It would kill me if I hurt you.”

“But, Jeannie said she did it when she was younger than me. With her, her… an older gentleman. She told me all about it. He was very gentle with her and she told me it only hurt a little and she was sore for a few days. After that, there was no more pain and she was only sore if she did it too much in one day.”

I knew for a fact what it was like doing it too much in one day with her. After we fucked ourselves silly, she walked bow legged and had to sit on a pillow for a few days, I decided to restrain myself, and her, to a much more reasonable level. It was difficult for me to resist her when she wanted to shag; which was all of the time.

“Alright, let me be clear. You are not Jeannie and you’re much smaller and younger than she is. Every girl, and boy for that matter, is built differently. Even if it didn’t hurt her, that doesn’t mean that you won’t get hurt. Why don’t we take things slow and easy until I’m convinced it won’t injure you.”

“I met one of Sara’s friends, you know the one without the ‘h’, and she said she would help me with my problem,” she related.

“You’re joking, that wouldn’t happen to be a girl named Mary; kind of short and a bit chubby?”

“You know her?” She asked with surprise.

“Let’s say I know of her. I’ve seen her around a few times and she was mates with Sara and Jean. Her reputation precedes her,” I explained.

“She let me borrow this,” she told me and pulled a small dildo from her bag and handed it to me.

It was very realistic in size and shape and since I was pretty average, it could have been molded from my cock. “You are much more determined than I’ll ever be,” I conceded. “Let’s try it this way. When and if you tell me you believe you’re ready, we will try it, ‘carefully’, and if you show any sign of pain, I’ll stop. Does that sound reasonable to you?”

“I can already do it with the dildo and it doesn’t hurt me, in fact I really like it and pretend it’s you. But you wouldn’t listen to me so I had to show you.”

I’m afraid I felt a bit daft after my argument was crushed. I had my mind made up and wouldn’t let her shake me from my resolve. It would seem, the next move would be for me to carefully test the waters, so to speak, and determine if she really was ready to go ‘all of the way’. It had been two days since we had done anything and she certainly had willy’s attention. I’m afraid he was a lot more courageous and fearless than I was and didn’t share my concerns on the subject.

So, HE convinced me to relent but I still erred on the side of caution and told her, “Alright, you win and I’ll try if you are on top and I’ll stop if it looks like you are in pain, understand?”

She jumped in my lap and pulled me into a snog that lasted until we were forced to come up for air and it left solid teak in my pants. Of course, she could feel it and was happy that I was as excited as she was. Since it was her first time, I wanted to make it special and there was nothing that I knew of that was more romantic than a candle lit bath.

I covered the windows in the bath, brought out a small game table with candles and even a bottle of sweet Sherry, with tiny glasses so we wouldn’t overindulge. After all, I didn’t want her to be stumbling drunk when she had to leave. I needn’t have worried about that, because she had made plans to sleepover under the pretense of staying with a friend... who happened to be named Mary.

We had never bathed together before, and after the candles were lit we shared a dram of Sherry. I sensuously bathed her until she trembled and begged for an orgasm. However, I wanted to take things slow so she would build up slow and experience a mind numbing one when she was ready.

“Billy, take me to bed now,” she begged as she gripped my throbber in her fist, “It’s time.”

She did have a point, so I wrapped her in a fluffy bath sheet and carried her to my bed. Then, I unrolled it so she could watch me dry and then spread my bath sheet next to hers on the bed. The only think left was for me to lay on my back and pull her over me.

“Since we’ve never done this before, I have to ask. Do you know what to do when you’re on top?”

“Won’t you show me? Mary didn’t explain that part to me,” she pleaded.

“Kneel over me, because what you want to do is sit down on me slowly so it eases inside of you.” When she was in position I rubbed myself through her split and explained, “You want get plenty of your lube on my cock so it’s not dry when you make it go inside of you.” She was dripping wet and I wasn’t worried about anything being dry, so I continued, “Then you seat the head in your slot and s-l-o-w-l-y ease your weight down.” Then I placed the head in her entrance with a bit of trepidation because I didn’t know how she would react. However, I didn’t realize how impatient she was and figured she would follow my directions. I didn’t expect her to just drop her weight down on me.

All of the sudden, it was I who was in crises. She slid down on me so fast I almost popped my nuts before she reached bottom and found myself buried inside of the hottest and tightest pussy imaginable. It was like I had been shoved inside of a smoldering vice that gripped me with live velvet lined steel. Maybe I should have given her an orgasm while we were in the bath because even though I survived the ordeal, she didn’t and her pussy became a sausage grinder and I was the meat.

Thankfully, her orgasm didn’t last very long and I managed to keep the sperm in my balls by a thread. However, she recovered almost instantly and her instincts were now in control of her hips. She pulled herself almost all of the way off before she plunged herself down on me time and again like she had done this all of her life. I knew that was not true but it was incredible how she took to fucking like a duck to water.

We started a tradition that day, not unlike the one I maintained with my Sara. But unlike Sara’s incredible blow jobs, Sarah would sneak over for a little bunny fuck whenever she could. I can’t count the number the times where she had only a few minutes for one and I pulled down her knickers, then laid the pipe to her. In and out in less than three minutes so she left with a snatch full of hot sperm. We both loved it though and she insisted on keeping it inside of her as long as she could, because she loved the way it felt. Of course, I never questioned her again after that and filled her pussy as often as I could manage. That was until her cousin Jeannie visited and demanded her fair share. Needless to say, my resources were a bit strained.

The End

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