Date: Tue, 2 Oct 2012 23:44:51 -0700
From: Nanaimo Hard <nanaimo_hard@hotmail.ca>
Subject: Borrowing Sarah part 3

(All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me
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When Sarah woke up, Ron wasn't in bed. She rose unsteadily, stretching her
sore muscles slowly. Before she could go in search of her new lover, he
entered, dressed in slacks, a downcast expression on his face.

"Ron?" Sarah asked timidly. "W..what's wrong?"

"Sarah, darling, sit down. I..." he crashed down in an armchair facing her.

"Ron?" She asked, feeling afraid.

"Sarah...I don't...honey..." Tears began to leak down his cheeks.
"There...there's been an accident."

"I don't understand..." Except Sarah had a feeling she did understand.

"Your dad, honey...after he left you here...they think he was high, not
paying attention...the roads were wet, slippery...he hit a telephone
pole. He....he...." Ron buried his face in his hands and began sobbing.

Sarah felt shock washing over her. She didn't know what to think. For a few
years now, since her mother had just left them it had been just the two of
them. But more and more, it had felt like it was just here since her dad
began abusing his medicine. She knew Ron and her dad had been friends since
childhood, and although the friendship had cooled, this was still hurting
Ron deeply.

She got up, walked across the room, and held Ron while he cried. "Ron?" she
asked.

He brought himself under control. "Yes?"

"Can I stay with you?" she bit her lower lip. "I have nowhere else to go."

Ron looked deep into her eyes. "I promise Sarah. I'll do everything I can
to make sure you can." He ran a hand along the side of her face. "Are...are
you okay?"

All Sarah could do was sigh. "He...he really hadn't been here anymore
anyway. My dad really died when he hurt himself. I...I think he's better
off now." With that she kissed her dad's friend as hard as she could.
"At..at least I still have you now."

"Absolutely." Ron whispered as he held her.

They sat like that for an hour, remembering the good times. Sarah remained
perched in his lap the whole time, kissing his neck while he talked and
cried. Eventually, she stod up and took one of his hands."Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me again."

Ron stood as if in a trance while the teenaged nymph began to undress him
again. Once he was as naked as she was, she had him lay on the bed. Sarah
began by kissing his face all over, then slowly kissing every exposed inch
of his skin, licking him, tasting him all over. Eventually she took his
cock in her mouth again, doing her best to take it as deep as she could.
She pulled away to suck on each of his balls gently eliciting moans and
gasps from him, then she decided to take a chance, pushing her mouth deeper
between his legs and tasting his ass. It wasn't dirty, it was quite nice
actually. He must have showered at some point, there was a hint of a soapy
flavor to it. "Oh god, darling, Sarah, oh, you...you don't...don't have
to..."

She looked up from between his legs. "Maybe. But I want to." She put his
cock in her mouth again, getting it good and wet, then straddled him as she
did last night, but with one difference. This time, she was pressing her
virgin rosebud against the head of his cock. "Just like I want this." Sarah
whispered as he began to slide inside her.

"Oh jesus FUCK!" Ron moaned loudly. "Sarah.....oh god...."

Sarah couldn't help but moan as well as more of him entered her tiny
asshole.  "Ron...be gentle...please..."

"Oh god Sarah...I'd never dream...of being anything but..." One of his
hands travelled to her pussy, slipping his thumb into her. The dual
penetration caused her to cum hard, and she shouted gently as her pussy
squirted all over his hand.

Sarah began rocking on his cock, taking control, feeling every inch of him
entering and exiting her backdoor. "Ron..I...love..you..." Sarah moaned.

"I love you too, darling..." Ron replied, feeling his own orgasm building.

Despite this only being her third time making love to him, Sarah recognized
the signs of Ron's pending cum. She looked down at him. "Ron, cum in my
ass. I want to feel it."

The perverseness of this fifteen year old goddess saying that was all it
took to drive him over the edge, and he came with a shout, grabbing her
thighs and pushing her balls-deep onto his cock while he filled her with
his cum.

Sarah's back arched, and she came again, but more gently this time. She
felt his cock slowly slip out of her. "Oh god, Ron, that was amazing..."
She collapsed on top of him, kissing him hard.  He responded by wrapping
his arms around her, nuzzling her ear.

"Do you mean it? That you love me?" he whispered.

"Of course." She smiled at him. "What about you?"

"Sarah, I don't think I could ever love anything as much as I love you..."
he whispered.

"I think we better go back to my house...pack a suitcase..."

"Okay, darling." Ron smiled back at her.


Later, Ron helped her unpack in a spare room. "Why here, Ron?" Sarah mock
pouted.

"Because dear heart, some people might not understand. You always have a
place in my bed, even if sometimes we have to sleep apart just to keep up
illusions."

"Okay. I don't know if my dad had a will or anything, how will you make
sure that I can stay here?"

"I have a lawyer friend who deals in custody cases. I...I kind of assumed
you might want to stay with me, so I already talked to her to get things
rolling." Ron blushed.

Sarah giggled. "You know what they say about assuming?"

Ron smiled. "she wants to meet you later, if that's okay."

"Okay."

"To tell the truth, after what you told me last night, you were probably
going to meet her sooner or later."

"Oh?" Sarah felt some confusion, until she remembered what she told him
while he was making her cum over and over. "Oh!" She blushed again.

"Yep. She's bi, and I don't think she'd have a huge problem with teaching a
beautiful young lady like yourself about how women make love."

When they had gone to pack her a suitcase, Sarah had changed from the
pajamas she'd arrived in into a loose floral dress. Looking deeply at Ron,
she shrugged out of it, wearing nothing underneath it. The sight of her
tender, willing, eager body caused Ron to sweep her up, put her legs on his
shoulders, and began to feast on her soaking wet pussy again.