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Caroline leading me on

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: romeo46 Posted on: 25 Jul 2004 1 comments
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A late breakfast in bed with a delicious dessert was followed by a hot afternoon. (Continuation of a story - "Educating Caroline" - posted on June 30, 2004.)

Before continuing the story, I would like to make a few introductory remarks. I posted the first part rather bluntly, i.e. neither mentioning that it was the first erotic story I have ever published, nor that English isn't my first language. I just wanted to take the test. The kind comments and the ratings (thank you all very much indeed!) have encouraged me to write and submit the second part and to continue writing for WL (time and inspiration permitting).

Around noon we had showered and dressed. Considering the high temperature we decided to spend the afternoon in the garden, reading and relaxing, apart from some shopping my mother had asked me to do.
Caroline wore a denim miniskirt, a light blue blouse with short sleeves, tied with a knot halfway between her breasts and the low hanging waistband of her tiny skirt and a pair of open shoes. The v-shaped opening of her blouse clearly showed that there was no bra and this statement was underlined by the way her nipples were sharply pointing into the fabric. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
"Don't worry", she said when she caught my gaze, "I will put on something more decent before your parents come home, but now...I want to be sexy..."

My parents' house was on three sides surrounded by a large, well secluded garden. The best part was at the back, facing south. There were old chestnut trees, providing ample shadows, a lawn lined with flower beds and a small pond. As a teenager I had spent many hours in this part of the garden with all kinds of games, including the first explorations, with boyfriends, of what our genitals looked like and what could be done with them. We also used the pond as a target area for our contests in peeing as far as possible. Caroline laughed out when I told her this.

When I had returned from shopping, I changed into swimming-trunks and took drinks and some magazines into the garden. Caroline had installed herself in the shadow on a reclining sun-bed. Her long tanned legs pulled up, she rested her book against her thighs. I brought her a drink and took a seat at the garden table, catching the shadow of another chestnut tree. I was flipping through some magazines, but could not really concentrate on them, as the events of that morning were continuously played back in my mind. I leaned back and closed my eyes.

With our recent common experience and the horny and lustful mood we both were in, the threshold for further explorations had been considerably lowered. In view of Carolines active and enthusiastic behaviour, it was just a matter of time before she would take new initiatives. Exciting as this prospect might be, it also brought up the question of what terrain might be covered here. After all, despite her mature appearance she was only 15 and - for all I knew - still a virgin. On the other hand....Her behaviour was also very mature indeed and it was hard to imagine that such a pretty girl with such explicit sensuality and sexual appetite had so far not "tasted the fruit", apart from playing with her girlfriend. Had she told me the truth...the whole truth...? And if she had told the truth...well, she had to start somewhere...

When I opened my eyes and looked at her, I noticed that her legs were now slightly parted, maybe five or six inches. It did not take binoculars to see that she was naked under her skirt. Hardly surprising, but that did not make the sight less ravishing, as watching up skirts always is, and the magic flute adopted stand-by mode. For a while the situation remained static, but then she put her book down, parted her legs somewhat further and started caressing her pussy, at the same time fondling her breasts. Our looks met and she smiled, with that same naughty expression I had seen earlier. By now, the flute had grown to to full action size and dark spots were staining the light fabric of my swimming trunks.

Suddenly she stood up and walked over to me. "I see you liked the view", she said, stroking the outline of my cock. Taking my right thigh between her legs, she said: "I'm still thinking about what we did this morning. It makes me feel so wonderful...and soooo wet..." She took my hand and guided it to the lovely spot between her legs. "You should feel how wet and creamy I am..."
When my fingers touched her slippery, hungry cuntlips I felt my heart beating in my throat. At the same time the lower part of my body seemed to be weakening, as if it had turned into chewing gum, with the exception of my cock, that rather felt like solid steel, fit to break limbs with. God, I was horny! She opened her legs further, bending her knees a bit, pushing herself against my hand, riding it. She closed her eyes as I softly and slowly moved my fingers. When I found her clit, she let out a sharp and high "aaaahhhh" and her face contorted in lustful joy. I couldn't resist the temptation to slide my thumb cautiously into her cunt, maybe an inch or so. "Oh yes", she gasped and pushed herself down, taking my thumb further in. Then she moved up....and down again. This glorious creature was fucking my thumb! Continuing these delicious movements, she bent forward, supporting herself by putting her hands on my shoulders. She softly pressed her mouth on mine, her lips invitingly open and hungrily receiving my tongue. This was certainly not her first kiss of such a high erotic vigour, I thought. Or do these things just come natural?

For minutes this sweet dance went on, our lips sucking, our tongues twisting, my fingers and thumb making love to her cunt, while she was moving her hips back and forth, up and down, riding, fucking. Suddenly I felt her body stiffen. She raised her head and threw it back, stood there like frozen for a moment and then let out a sharp cry, her warm love juices abundantly running over my hand...

After we had cooled down a bit, she settled into a chair next to mine and I went for more drinks. The slightly uneasy feeling that I was losing control creeped onto me. During the morning hours I had very much felt like being in the drivers seat, but now I wasn't so confident any more. Returning into the garden I made an attempt to grab the lead again:
"Caroline, today's events make me wonder..." She looked somewhat puzzled. "Did you tell me all...I mean your behaviour makes a fairly advanced impression and I find it hard to believe that you are as inexperienced with boys as you said. Take the way you kiss, for instance..."
She smiled and there was some proud in her expression. She took it as a compliment.
"I practiced kissing with Pauline" she said softly. "As for that part I did not tell you all. Apart from masturbating together we also...how shall I put it...we made love..." There was a brief silence. "But what I told you about boys is true...honest!" She went on telling me that she had heard stories from her female classmates about their sexual encounters with boys of their age. The general picture she had got was one of selfishness and clumsiness on the part of the boys, which had not particularly stimulated her. However, at the same time she felt that she was somewhat lagging behind in her experience, compared to her peers ("I'm almost 16, you know"). When she had heard she was going to meet me again, the idea of "catching up to a certain degree" had formulated in her mind. She liked me and guessed I would be experienced, at least not clumsy. I told her that she might overestimate me, but that there are certainly big differences in development between the ages of 15 and 20 on the male side.

"Catching up to a certain degree..." I repeated her words. "What degree did you have in mind?" She looked down, a bit shy it seemed.
"I don't know...I haven't....I mean...I guess I would let it depend on you..." How sweet.
"My dear Caroline, don't you think it depends on you too?" I had some sentences ready to add to that, but thought they would make me really sound like a schoolteacher. I kept silent. She was clever enough to understand what I meant. A moment later she straightened her back.
"All right...I'll tell you how I look at it." Her voice sounded self-confident. "I think I have every right to enjoy the nice things that cross my path...use the opportunities. I started this game and I am prepared to play it fully, wherever it brings me...I feel very comfortable with you, you know..."
She came over to me and climbed on my lap, her thighs on either side, and put her arms around my neck. As her tiny skirt rode up, I was treated again with a view of her dark love triangle. Pushing herself against my cock she made rocking movements that we would now call lapdancing. "Come on", she said, "Don't be so serious....let's enjoy..."
"Anyhow...", she went on, "when you were away, I thought of something naughty I would very much like to do....and I think I'm going to do it now..." She pointed to the part of the garden where the pond was.
"That pond", she said, "as far as I could see there aren't any fish in it...are there?"
"There used to be....not any more now....why?" Slowly the coin started to drop. She giggled. "It should bring back memories to you..." She stood up, took off her blouse and skirt, kicked off her shoes and walked over to the pond, wiggling her hips and clearly showing off the beauty of her butt. She put one foot on the brickwork lining the edge of the water and the other on a stone that was lying some two feet away, just below the surface. "Watch me!" she shouted. She folded her hands behind her head, pushed her pelvis slightly forward and started to pee! What a delightful sight! This beautiful young girl standing there, in all her lovely nakedness, totally uninhibited, a solid stream of golden and glistening water pouring down from her devine little cunt, splashing into the pond. It was absolutely ravishing to look at. As I was watching, I felt myself melting with desire and any reserves that I had melted away too... I took my swimming trunks off and stroked myself.

After her delightful performance Caroline tripped over to me, announcing that she would go inside to wipe herself clean.
"Wait, I have a better idea", I said, took her hand and made her lie down in the grass.
"Spread your lovely legs, my little horny playmate. I am going to wipe you!" As she willingly complied, I buried my head between her thighs and started to lick her beautiful flower. My tongue was dancing and probing, my lips sucking. She was twisting and turning her pelvis, arching her back, lifting her butt and pushing herself hungrily against my mouth, gasping, groaning, completely submerged in uninhibited lust. Gradually my mouth left her pubic area, working its way upwards, along her belly button, stopping at her breasts to lick and suck her hard nipples, and then further upwards along her neck, until our eyes met. Those beautiful dark eyes, that spoke before her mouth did.
"Do it...please...take me....fuck your little horny playmate...I'm ready for it...", she begged, taking hold of my cock and guiding it to the creamy entrance of her love tunnel, probing her open lips. Those words, this contact...I was intoxicated, completely engulfed in wanton desire. Fortunately though, somewhere in my lust-diluted brain there were a few grey cells still "en garde", reminding me of the danger involved. If I went on, I would have to maintain sufficient control to withdraw in time, but I trusted that it could be done, having ejaculated only a few hours ago. Slowly and cautiously I moved forward, inch by inch. I felt a slight resistance and Caroline let out a short and sharp cry. Then she relaxed again, smiling, and thrusted herself forward, now completely swallowing my cock. We were lying motionless, both taking in this glorious moment of union.
"I guess I'm a woman now", she smiled. With both hands she took my head and kissed me, moist and passionately. With our lips glued together, our tongues involved in a sweet battle, I slowly started thrusting, every now and then almost withdrawing completely, only to be able to go all the way in again. When we broke our kiss to catch some air, Caroline gasped:
"So this is it!...At last!....fucking....at long last I am fucked...my hungry little cunt is fucked by a lovely cock!!...Oooohhh, how gorgeous....heavenly....Oh mommy, you were sooo right....if you could only see me now....see how your horny little daughter is being fucked!!!....
I was able to continue the dance longer than I had anticipated, although Carolines comments, delightful as they were, did not make it easy for me to control myself. Eventually I felt advanced preparations down below for a vulcanic eruption and withdrew rapidly. Raising herself onto her elbows she watched as my orgasm exploded, my pelvis shaking and thrusting uncontrollably, love milk splashing onto her body for the second time that day.

Late that night her parents came to collect her. Before she left she took me aside, kissed me and whispered in my ear:"Thank you for a day I will always remember...and most of all for making me a woman...I hope we will meet again, sometime..."
As planned, she went abroad with her parents for a couple of years, but...yes, I did see her again...