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Caroline's secret

... moment he said it. 'It was...' he twisted his mouth in thought, 'that day in the supermarket, when I first saw you.' 'Oh...' I could hardly believe it. There? In front of me? In front of his wife? Surely not? But if not then, when? I dismissed it. He bit his lip and winced. I imagined the discomfort was at his admission of Alice's inappropriately-timed confidence, though was soon to discover he had a secret of his own. A sordid little secret the like of which I would never, never have guessed. 'I'm ashamed to say I used to masturbate over you.' 'What? When? When I was still at school?' He nodded. 'Fuck, Jack! There was not much to wank over in those days! None of these!' I jiggled my impressively firm and pointy tits, 'and I'd have been far too tight for this big meaty fucker, so there'd have been none of... this!' I wrapped my lithe legs around him and pulled him inside. All the way. In one go. Balls deep. And held him there, legs and arms clasped around him like I was never going to let him go. I tightened and held my pelvic floor till I could feel his penile pulse prodding my cervix, beating like a heart in my desperate cunt. Desperate. That fucking word again. I was desperate. There was no doubt that I had always been so, and he had surely always sensed it. We kissed. 'I love you, Caroline Lawson.' 'And I love you, Mr Cole.' 'Oh! Babe! Stop!' 'Stop what?' 'Squeezing! You're squeezing the spunk out of me, sweetheart. I'm going to cum before I've even fucked you.' I ...

... grinned and released, settled back into his beautifully plush marital bed. 'Okay?' He nodded. Again we kissed. My breath caught and I suddenly realised I was crying. He smiled down at me, kissed away my tears then slowly started to move. Up. Down. Up. Down. Out. In. Out. In. Out... In... Out... In... The sentinel stones leaned closer and murmured their approval. Hovering over us, the owl ignored the scurrying mouse, gazed instead at the wonder playing out on the crystal bed below. 'Oh, my king! You came! I knew you would. Always knew you would.' We moved together, were made for each other, two parts of a single simple mechanism now joined in their single simple purpose. While we coupled, the sun rose, the heavens turned about us, yet we were oblivious. Clouds formed and fell. Seasons came and went. And still we made love. On and on. Unchanging. Unceasing. Never thirsting. Never hungering. Till the universe ran down and all the stars went out. He was at the point of no return when the doorbell rang. Ding-dong. Panic froze his sagging face. He withdrew and was squeezing, pulling stupid pig-ugly faces, frantically trying to hold it back, but finally failed; thick cum dribbled weakly from his quickly shrinking tool, splashed my slit and dribbled across my anus. Though I'd lived most of my life like a reluctant nun, the present scenario was a surreal recurring theme. He whispered melodramatically. 'Who the fuck?' I deftly rolled from under him, squeezed my new girlish frame between the ...