Carol Part Eight - Sex Stories

Carol Part Eight

... part plea and part demand. She looked at me with half closed eyes and that little erotic smile of hers, and I could feel the blood rushing into my strengthening shaft. I ran the tip my tongue over her exposed bud, flicking it back and forth. Carol shivered, as if she were frozen to her core. “Like that! Just like that!” With each flick of my tongue over her sensitive bud, Carol took quick, deep breaths and arched her body off the couch. “Suck it! Suck it!” I put my lips around her protruding bulb and sucked it into my mouth. While flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over the swollen nub, I slid it in and out between my lips, stroking it in a way. The sucking of her love button was too much for her to take. Carol responded with a deep, guttural grunt, thrusting her hips forward into my face. I could feel her muscles ripple and tighten. Her body began to shake with little, uncontrollable jerks and jolts. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” Carol pushed her pussy hard into my face, bucking her hips, and exploded with her third orgasm of the afternoon. I kept licking and sucking her bud until it became too sensitive to touch and she pushed me away. I sat back, my face, from nose to chin, covered with her sticky juices. I stood, took my now fully erect and still lubricated shaft in my hand, stepped closer to Carol and stroked it slowly as she watched. As the pleasurable feeling of an orgasm quickly washed over me, I had to shift my feet to a wider stance in order to keep my ...

... balance. “I’m going to cum.” I said with a raspy voice. It was no surprise to Carol who was positioning herself to accept my load. My head arched back and I bent my knees, trying to steady myself for the impending eruption. Then came that wonderful moment of release, and although I was in no position to take aim, cum spewed in long streams towards Carol. When it was over, I stumbled a few inches toward her and wiped the little gobs of cum still dribbling from my cock onto her leg. When I think of Carol today, mental pictures flash through my mind. Some of those snapshots will fade from my memory over time. Not the scene that was now burning into my mind as I looked at Carol on the couch. She sat with her legs still spread and a look of pleasure and satisfaction on her face. Cum had landed on her cheek, and had run down onto her chin, where it dripped off in a long, thin, single web-like strand that dangled and swayed back and forth as Carol took each breath. Two lines of the milky fluid had draped across one breast and nipple. A gob of cum had landed on the inside of Carol’s thigh and was running down her inner thigh towards her slit. Carol’s red hair spilled over onto both her shoulders. Strands of hair had swung across her face and clung to the corner of her mouth. Other strands were stuck to her forehead. Her lips were red and bruised, as one might expect from lips that had been passionately pressed against other lips or wrapped tightly around the shaft of a stiff cock. Her ...