Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

... looks in her direction. I don’t believe that she followed you on her own accord, dirty slut. I think you told her to do so. Admit it. And I’m going to punish you for that whorish behavior.” I knew that all I said was music to her ears. “Ah, delicious.” Fingering herself she went on, “It’s true, I admit it.” Safety permitting we played with each other’s toys, or she would play with herself, pinching her nipples and pampering the candy between her legs. The car was filled with the spicy scent of sex. Every now and then we pulled over and went for a walk, continuing our fondling, and kissing. We also fucked, but just for a few moments. The acts were in fact only part of a long foreplay. And she received her punishment. At one spot, visible for anyone who might come by, I took pictures of her in all sorts of delicious poses and also of parts of her body at close quarters. Driving through a wood we saw a picnic area. She told me to park the car and said that she wanted to fuck. Genuinely. It seemed that the foreplay was going to end, that is to say, for the time being. As I took off my clothes, she climbed on a wooden table with benches attached to it and lay down, her legs invitingly parted and the knees pulled up. “Ascend me, horny jockey, ride your mare!” “No need for an audience?” I said when I entered her soaking wet love tunnel. “Maybe later. The day is far from over.” Moaning and meowing she enjoyed her treatment. But there were trees in the ...

... vicinity, which, as I knew, meant that she would not want me to come yet. I slid out of her and pulled her to the edge of the table in order to lick her swollen clit. Lasciviously she pushed herself against my mouth. Then I made her come off the table. There was no need for directions. Gracefully she went up to a tree, placed her hands against it and expectantly wiggled her buttocks. “Possess me, horny buck. Take me! Let that orgasm machine pump your hot fucking cream into my cum-begging, filthy cunt!” I cupped her tits and squeezed them. And I did as I was told. Overtures like sliding the rod through her butt crack and slow in and out movements were no longer appreciated. “I need to be fucked hard!” When I eventually felt advanced preparations for the explosion I told her that the cream was on its way. “Yess… Yesss!” she sizzled. Pushing her butt rearwards she shouted, “Empty your gun magazines!” When the jets shot into her in rapid succession she squalled. Her next desire was predictable; we would go for a walk, as she loved the feeling of the cream dribbling down her legs. Around six-thirty we reached the outskirts of Rome. The day was still far from over. I was thinking of my report to Helen. If I would tell her about the photo shoot, she would demand to see the pictures too. And it was not unimaginable that she might want other things… Things that would go further than just meeting Caroline. I had not said anything about Helen being bi-curious, yet.