Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
I dropped Sarah off at her home where we kissed lovingly and longingly. She felt warm and comfortable in my arms with a vibrancy that reminded me of youthful dating and the headiness of a romantic farewell at a girl's front door.
When it was time for her to step inside, Sarah lingered while holding my hand, shuffling her feet forward, then backward, neither crossing the threshold into her home nor stepping firmly back into my arms.
"I'm not ready for tonight to end, Greg."
"We could sleep in the bushes, it's not so cold."
"You have a lovely sense of humor. I wish you could come in but it's just too soon."
"Don't worry. I can wait, as you have said... It's something you enjoy."
"Well... yes."
Sarah wanted to talk some more, but her eyes averted mine and I felt she couldn't get the words out. When my new girlfriend finally tore herself away, waving an awkward goodbye before shutting the door behind her, I knew all was not well.
I waited outside and heard a loud sigh, then the bump of her ass against a wooden door panel. The back of her head pressed lightly against a small frosted pane of glass at the top of the door and then finally, she face-planting, sobbing loudly, sounding frustrated.
I knocked on the wooden part of Sarah's front door gently and she answered immediately, looking surprised that I'd stayed. She wiped away tears, almost ashamed of her teary state.
"What's wrong Sarah? I can hear you crying from outside."
"I just don't know what to do next, Greg. I really am sorry for what happened tonight. I felt so desperate and then became such a slut."
"I don't understand, sweetheart. We connected romantically, lovingly, then sexually and you enjoyed a thrashing... the first of many to come once I get my eye in and buy the right whips and paddles."
"Oh Greg, this is precisely what I want but I fear it might turn out badly."
"Why?"
"I'm so fucking overwhelmed by arousal and love. I want to fuck you so badly but at the same time, I feel doing it too soon is me being too easy for you... and... and."
"You think I'll make love to you, then leave?"
"Greg, I have two children that respect and love me. I'm a great lawyer who enjoys being thrashed by her boyfriend before we have dated properly. What the fuck is that all about? I'm a goddamn mess."
"Can we sit down on the bench in your garden please, Sarah?"
I led her to a nearby wooden bench with iron sides and structure in deep shadows on the edge of a garden clearing lit up by moonlight. We were surrounded by trees, with a flower bed nearby. The wind didn't affect her house because we were sheltered in a valley between rows of other homes. It was quiet, peaceful, and perfect for what I had in mind.
"We can't be overlooked here, not even by your kids in the house."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, now sit on my lap, Sarah."
She smiled and sat sideways on my lap, wrapping one arm tightly around my neck while I slipped both of mine around her waist. I kissed Sarah softly and her lips felt like silk, slipping calmly across mine. Our tongues tantalized each other, sizzling with steam like from molten lava pouring into the ocean.
When Sarah disengaged from our kiss and glanced around her garden to check we were alone, I slipped a hand onto her knee, forcing the hem of her skirt to mid-thigh height. Her skin was smooth as a baby's with powerful muscles rippling underneath, a delightful reaction to my touch.
"Tell me what's wrong please, Sarah. I thought you enjoyed stewing in sexual frustration and now it seems like torture and not at all pleasant to see."
"Ordinarily I do enjoy waiting a while to sleep with someone new but now it seems different because I've never felt this way about anyone before. You almost make me orgasm from just touching and that's driving me fucking nuts. I behaved like a total slut tonight."
"I don't feel like we did anything wrong, Sarah. I really enjoyed spanking you across the hood of my SUV and your fellating of my cock afterward was the best I ever enjoyed."
"Really?"
Sarah squirmed, pressing her pussy onto an exceedingly erect cock. Her face had a desperate expression and she hung on my every word.
"I would never lie to you, Sarah. You've asked me to take you in hand. Lying would end everything between us very quickly. For a love like ours to work, honesty and trust must prevail in every regard."
"I'm being stupid."
"I don't think so. Please explain to me why you enjoy being sexually frustrated."
"I need the denial aspect. It counters my guilt for weaknesses I recognize in myself."
"We all have flaws, sweetheart."
"Mine cause me severe pain."
I thought about that for a moment and felt an important point was missed. It was early in our relationship for me to speak harshly but I must say something or lose momentum.
"Sorry, Sarah... and umm, please don't take this the wrong way, but isn't it my call to remedy this kind of situation?"
"I don't understand Greg."
I slipped my fingers further along Sarah's silken thigh, gently pressing the flat of my hand against both legs forcing them apart. She resisted at first, shooting me a quizzical look.
"I'd like you to do as you're told, Sarah. Open your legs wide right away like a good girl."
"Are you sure? I'm very aroused and I feel ashamed about that."
"I know. I'd like to see how delightfully your pussy is swollen and wet."
"Jesus Greg, I'm in a shameful state."
"Stop worrying about that and do as you're told."
She reluctantly parted her knees wide open and the skirt I'd already pushed up, rode along her legs exposing Sarah's underwear. I reached a warm sticky mess further up her thighs, grunting knowingly, then grinning broadly when I felt her drenched gusset that was smoking hot to the touch.
"I told you that I was wet and really didn't want you to be disappointed, sorry."
"I'm smiling for that very reason, sweetheart."
"Please explain why you think it's a great thing, Greg?"
"You're punishing yourself for being beautiful, sexy, and wanting a cock deep inside your pussy."
"Umm, maybe that's true. It's a bit fucking slutty to feel like that all day, though."
"Not in your case. It's sexual denial that's making you desperately unhappy, almost like you are stopping breathing to punish yourself. You want to be a slut and then beat yourself up over that."
"Being a slut isn't very nice."
"In the context of a loving relationship, it can be enjoyable for both of us."
"You'd enjoy having a slut for a girlfriend?"
"A woman that desperately wanted to fuck me all day long? Yes, definitely. In fact, I can't think of anything I'd like more."
"I really don't understand you, Greg."
"Okay, stand up, slip off your knickers, and hand them to me."
She whined slightly in surprise, huffed and puffed, then glanced around the garden to make sure we weren't being watched. When Sarah stood, bent over, and reached up inside her skirt, squatting slightly, I thought a flicker of relief crossed her face. I lifted her skirt and watched my girlfriend thumb down her French lace over stunning, rounded buttocks, slide them past the knees, and then off, scrunching before handing them to me.
"They're filthy, boyfriend."
"Good. Now stand close to me with your legs wide apart."
While Sarah maneuvered herself around until she stood between my legs, I raised her damp underwear to my nose, breathing deeply while she screwed her face into a contorted, tawdry mess.
Her aroma smelled divine and I smiled so she knew I approved. When I handed her the knickers to smell, Sarah sniffed and then smiled herself looking like someone who discovered a new thing they liked.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of in the gusset of these knickers. Whenever we go out and this leakage happens, you'll always bring a spare pair or two with you, okay?"
"Yes, Greg."
"Lift your skirt please."
Sarah moaned again, shooting me a naughty girl smile that sent the last few drops of blood my cock needed to become fully erect.
I flattened my palm, turned it sideways, and slid the edge of a forefinger into her creamy slit, using my thumb as a backstop. After a few passes in and out, a beautiful, glistening cream coating lay thick on the edge of my forefinger which I licked, enjoying its sweet musky flavor.
When I slid my hand in for a second, then a third and more, increasing speed and friction, Sarah dropped her ass slightly lower, trying to press against my finger. I used my spare hand to slide her pussy lips apart between forefinger and thumb, then strummed her slit, brushing the swollen pink pearl standing proud with fingertips already lubricated by my lover.
"You have oversized labia."
"I'm so fucking ashamed of them, Greg. They are enormous."
"They look, feel, and taste exquisite. I love your pussy so much and can't wait to kneel in front and lick you for hours."
Sarah stared into my eyes, examining the soul deep inside, searching for truth. She placed one hand on each of my shoulders after biting her skirt hem, holding it aloft to keep offering me access.
"Are you just being polite, Greg?"
"I already told you that's not the case. Are you enjoying me playing with your cunt, Sarah?"
"Yes, very much. I feel so fucking tawdry out here getting finger banged."
"What's wrong with me doing this to the woman I love any time I like?"
"Nothing. It feels so good but also depraved."
"Depraved is good. You leaking pussy cream all over my hand because you're aroused is wonderful and natural."
I continued fingering my girlfriend, enjoying her uncontrollable shivering, frequent knee buckling, goosebumps raising on her arms, and the loving, then lewd expressions that rippled across her beautiful face.
She gasped, leaned forward, bowed her head, and tapped it gently against mine. A powerful orgasm approached so I backed off in speed and friction, brushing her thickly cream-coated, engorged labia more gently, taking Sarah back down a pleasure wave before she bolted for an orgasm too soon.
Sarah's eyes darted nervously, this way and that. She looked frustrated and wanted to dive over the chasm's edge into a massive orgasm but I wasn't ready for her to be released quite yet.
"Okay, that's really nice. What's next please boyfriend?"
"I want you to sit on my lap again and I'll finger you until orgasmic unicorn pee squirts on the grass,"
"Fucking hell, Greg, that's gross."
She looked stunned and disgusted but her acquiescence impressed me when she sat and spread her knees wide. Sarah was beginning to obey and trust.
"Do as you're told, Sarah. Have you squirted an orgasm before?"
"Never. I always hold it back."
"Not this time, honey. You'll be a good girl for me and soak the grass when you cum."
"Fuck!"
"In the future, when we go for walks, you'll pee au natural more often and I'll hold you while you squat, wiping everything clean with my tongue afterward."
"Jesus Christ Greg. Where is all of this coming from?"
"You must learn to enjoy your sexuality, Sarah, rather than be constrained and ruined by it."
"You want me to be a slut?"
With Sarah sitting in my lap, and her legs spread wide apart, I fingered my girlfriend as any boy would do for a consenting girl he loved. She moaned, shuddered vigorously, and kissed my neck, before licking while exploring, then chewing my earlobe, panting, and whimpering, enjoying every moment.
"You are trembling, Sarah."
"I know, I'm out of fucking control."
"I'm in control here sweetheart and you have nothing to fear."
Her head slumped into the crook of my neck and shoulder and Sarah moaned with increasing volume and passion while I strummed four fingers expertly up and down her slit, brushing an oversized clitoris, that hung tantalizingly out of its protective skin pouch. Her nub felt creamy and light to the touch, looking wet and delicious. I resisted going down on her because I didn't want to push my girlfriend too far.
"I'm going to cum hard, and very soon, Greg."
"Don't forget what I said, baby."
"Are you sure about this?"
"I'll take you back to my home and thrash you hard if you don't."
I kept whipping my fingertips across Sarah's swollen clitoris ever faster, enjoying her body twitching violently while she squealed, jerking around, gripping my neck. My heart pumped like pistons ramming back and forth on a steam locomotive and I felt an urgent need to lay her down and make love.
When she screamed, clasping a hand across her mouth, I felt a high-pressure jet of her nectar splash against my fingers. It was the first divine squirt of a tumultuous orgasm. When I licked my fingers and nodded approvingly, Sarah smiled, realizing she'd been worrying about nothing.
She kept on squirting wildly, and a new jet of ambrosia shot out every few seconds, while I dragged her clitoris around in a wide circle, pressing hard, patting it while allowing more squirting to be directed into the grass.
A puddle formed on the floor but instead of being embarrassed, she gazed at it in wonder. When the shuddering and trembling of her stormy orgasm got too much, Sarah leaned into me and begged in whispers that I must stop.
We ended on a kiss that was celebrated in the heavens by a shooting star that I glimpsed from the corner of my eye, while we shared the bounty of our efforts coating my fingers. We licked together as though sharing an ice cream, both enjoying nature's honeyed nectar.
"Was that so bad, Sarah?"
"No."
"I don't want you to deny yourself sexual gratification any longer."
"What should I do when I feel the need?"
"If you need satisfaction, come to me or ask for permission to use a toy. Take something handy to work as well, like a clitoris tickler with a small dildo that you can use in the toilets or at a private desk."
Sarah finally seemed at peace and she nuzzled her head into my neck, planting tender kisses in a trail leading to my lips. I saw cauldrons of passionate fire blaze in her eyes and a lascivious, loving smile painted on soft lips.
"Okay. Can you spend the night here please, Greg?"
"Are you sure?"
"I desperately want you to make love to me, sweetheart."
Next Chapter:
You are amazing Kate! I have this idea of you sitting down to write with, “Good morning, everyone! Here is what we are going to do today... “ then proceeding like a director of several movies at one time. What a creative stable you have developed. Always counting on KEJ as the cornerstone of the empire. BTW, the photo you choose for this story is what I think of as a picture of Kate Granger. Wonderful all the way around. Side note: thank you for Chapter 2 of “...Niece”
Really enjoying this series. Love the way he's teaching her to revel in her sexuality rather than being ashamed of it.