Caroline's Own Story - Sex Stories

Caroline's Own Story

... which she operated after taking over the lead. First almost every inch of my upper body was kissed, starting with my neck. My tits and hard nipples received special and lasting attention. Then her sensual soft lips and tongue went down, stopping at my bellybutton. At that point she started opening the naughty toy, ever so slowly. After pulling the bow, she removed the ribbon in phases, each of which was completed with a kiss or a lick. As soon as she had created enough room for it, her tongue started working on my clit and the entrance of my sodden love tunnel. It was delicious and intoxicating. When the ribbon was almost completely removed, she went on eating and drinking eagerly, accompanied by my moaning and customary meowing. Then she considered it high time to take off the panties, and resumed her activities, bringing also her long fingers and her thumb into action. Now it was me who exclaimed, “Oh my God!” When her lips and tongue were pampering my protruding clit again, I felt that the orgasm was on its way. She was too late. And I hadn’t indicated that the point of no return was approaching. I had let her carry on, simply because I wanted her to. When I came I screamed, so hard that my love downstairs must have heard it, despite his head set. I felt a short stream of liquid squirting out of me. “I failed, didn't I? But there will no doubt be many more opportunities to try again.” I embraced and kissed her. “You did not fail at all, my darling. On the contrary, you ...

... performed excellently.” I told her to lean to one side a bit and to spread her legs. She watched curiously as I moved slowly between her legs, interlocking them like scissors with mine, until our creamy origins of joy met. “Wow!” she cried out. This is unbelievable! Our little clits touching each other… This is the absolute summit of sexual togetherness! I have never even dreamt of such a position.” “It’s called tribbing. And I’m going to fuck you like this until you come.” During the act I kept my eyes intently fixed on hers, mesmerizing her. We were both being submerged into a state of supreme bliss, moaning and gasping. And she came. God, did she come. Her whole body was shaking, and the convulsions seemed to go on and on. A few seconds later I followed her. When we had recovered a bit, now lying in each other’s arms, she said, “I know that you started having fantasies about making love with me, right after René told you about my bi-curiosity. That was high up in the air. You should know that hundreds of miles away from you, I was doing exactly the same. But reality has surpassed all my fantasies, by far.” We did not see any reason to put our clothes back on, except our shoes. When we entered the living room, holding hands, he took off his head set. “Judging by what I’ve heard, and your satisfied smiles, I would conclude that it was a success. The head set doesn’t exclude all background sounds, but listening to the Messiah mixed with the evidence of female joy is a very ...