Caroline's secret - Sex Stories

Caroline's secret

... start talking. We've got about four hours, which is not half enough for all the stuff I want to do to you, but it will do for starters. For starters. Yes. This was just the beginning. We had years of this ahead of us and I couldn't wait to get stuck in. My head, my heart, and my cunt were, for the first time in my life, perfectly synchronised, in perfect correlation. ' Come!' I tugged aside the remainder of the rags, took her tiny hands and pulled her to her feet. She yawned, rubbed her eyes, and I was suddenly surprised by how small she was, how slight, how insignificant. Her voice too was tiny. 'Where are we going?' 'It's time. Time to meet him.' She stepped back, almost stumbled, but I easily supported her; incredibly, she weighed almost nothing. By the meagre light of my flickering candle, I led her along the rough-hewn tunnel, up the dripping stairwells. Through doors, walls, bars, we drifted like ghosts. Up, up, up to the surface. Through the creaking oaken door. Eyes blinking, we pattered across the courtyard, Pittered over the drawbridge. Across the open ground and through the sun-patched wood we skipped then danced through the nodding corn. On the distant hill, where it had stood since creation, the circle of stones awaited. And glinting in the centre, casting its brilliant beams into the still, azure air, was set the massive diamond, the impossible rock, the alter on which I had sacrificed my virgin's body. 'I have a secret.' 'Only one?' A thought made me snort in ...

... sorry self-awareness. 'Yes.' 'Tell me.' A tiny voice said, 'Yes. Tell him! Why not? He of all people ought to share it'. I concurred. 'I used to mmmmasturbate w-w-w...' He stopped his magnificent muff-diving, wiped his glistening stubbly chin and, grinning, reached back between his legs and gave his impressive tool a couple of quick tugs. 'I still do.' His interruption would normally have annoyed me - I hate it when people finish my sentences, or imagine I have finished speaking when it is surely blatantly obvious I have not - but the skilled tongue flicking my clit completely negated my ire. And what a tongue! As pleasure again threatened to overwhelm me, I clawed at the memory foam, made a vain effort to enumerate the approaching orgasm. When my vision cleared and the numbness subsided, I found what was left of my broken voice. 'I-I-I hadn't fffffinished!' 'Neither have I.' Clambering up my newly streamlined form, he kissed my mouth, shared with me my unique intimate taste, then skilfully positioned his pulsing helmet between my hungry nether lips. This was where I wanted him, where I'd always wanted him. In this moment, this perfect moment, I took a deep breath, twisted my face into stupid pig-ugliness and tried again. 'I used to mmmmasturbate while th-thinking about you.' 'I know.' I laughed at his apparent smugness. 'Oh, yes? How?' Apparent smugness sublimated into shrugged frankness. 'Alice told me.' Déjà-vu. I was rattled. 'Wwwwwhen?' I guessed when, and at the very ...