Carol Part Eight - Sex Stories

Carol Part Eight

I held Carol’s ass as she moved her hips up and down and ina circular motion, sliding her wet pussy over my shaft. She held my head tightly against her breasts with her arms, and I became lost in a cocoon of soft breasts, hard nipples, hair tickling my face, and the aroma of her perfume. “I love your cock,” she whispered. “I love how it fills me up.” “I love how it makes me feel.” I sucked on a nipple as Carol moaned and increased the pace and force of each plunge of her love hole down on my rigid member. “Make me cum, baby,” she whispered.“I’m going to cum all over your cock.” I grazed my fingers softly over her ribs, causing Carol to tremble, but not slow down her efforts. I cupped both breasts and squeezed hard. I pinched and pulled each hard nipple. I could feel the intensity of her pleasure grow as she began to fuck me at a torrid pace. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I whispered. “Yes! Yes! I want you to. I need you to.” Carol leaned back, her hands grabbing my shoulders as her fingernails dug into my skin. She was taking every inch of me, pounding hard on my cock as she slid up and down on my lubed pole. I held onto her bobbing breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. Her eyes were closed. Her long hair swayed back and forth. A constant low moan of pleasure emanated from deep within her. The moan grew louder and higher in pitch as she bounced up and down on my cock. “I’m going to cum.” she said suddenly, pulling closer and encircling my head ...

... and neck with her arms in a choking death grip. “I’m going to cum.” This time it was said with more urgency. “Oh, God. Oh God. I’m going to….” Her words were cut off by loud, guttural sounds emanating from deep within Carol’s core, and the violent jerking and spasms of her body. Carol had gone over the edge into her world of pleasure. Her warm juices ran down my shaft and over my balls. “Uuuunnnnggghhh. Uuuunnnnggghhh. Uuuunnnnggghhhh.” Even as her sounds of orgasm filled the room, she continued to pile drive her love canal down on my shaft. And then it was over. Carol slumped down around my head and shoulders, kissing my face all over and gasping for air. “Michael. That was so intense. Thank you. Thank you.” Seconds passed as she continued to slowly slide her wet slit up and down my shaft and gasp for air. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” We kissed long, passionate, wet kisses, our tongues battling, as Carol held my face in her hands and I caressed her body with my hands, from ass to tits. “Did you cum?” she asked. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when I told her that I had not. Even as she was coming down from her orgasm, when she heard that I had not yet filled her with my seed, she began to display a new energy and excitement. Carol slid off my member and lowered herself onto the floor on her knees. My cock, from its sensitive head to my balls and beyond, was covered with Carol’s sticky juice, as was the blanket on the couch. Carol stroked my shaft slowly with two hands, making ...