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Educating Caroline

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: romeo46 Posted on: 30 Jun 2004 2 comments
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More or less "by accident" a lovely 15 year old girl landed in my bed and proved eager to explore.

I was approaching my 20th birthday when I visited my parents for a few days during the summer holiday period. At the time I lived on a university campus. Upon arrival I discovered that I wasn't the only guest. Friends of my parents who were planning to move abroad, were in the process of finding a house over there and had asked them to look after their 15 year old daughter for a week or so. I had met this girl -- Caroline -- on earlier occasions when we were younger and knew her as cute and cheerful. Despite the age difference we used to play together. It seemed that she was fond of me and she regularly took the initiative of starting a game of romping, tickling etc. This was always rather innocent and nothing special had ever happened.
I hadn't seen Caroline for more than three years and I was pleased to see that she had developed into a very attractive young lady, looking older than she actually was, still cheerful, with a pretty face, beautiful dark eyes, long dark brown hair, a nice figure and very -- I mean VERY -- long legs. It was a really hot summer and this was obviously reflected in her clothes: a small bikini top, well filled with a pair of delightful titties, and a short skirt which danced around her as she walked, underlining the delicious movement of her beautiful bottom and reveiling a good part of her upper legs. In short: an eye candy. She greeted me with a hug and we exchanged kisses (on the cheeks).

At the time, both my parents had a full time job, meaning that most of the day Caroline and I would be alone in the house. On the first day of my stay I slept well into the morning hours, as the nights were hot and humid, and an acceptable sleeping temperature only emerged approximately with first light. I guessed this worked the same way for Caroline, since I did not hear any sign of life in the room next to mine when I woke up around 10. Wrong. There was a knock on my door and she entered, carrying a large tray with toast, marmelade, tea, the whole lot; she had prepared a breakfast in bed for the two of us!
Being naked under a single sheet, I made sure I was well covered. When I thanked her for this nice treatment, she smiled proudly and carefully put the tray on the bed. This was actually a double one, so there was ample space for the two of us, with the tray in between. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of small panties in blue-green colours, topping those endless and tanned legs. I couldn't help noticing that the panties were of a semi-see-through type and it was not difficult to see the shade of pubic hair through the fabric. This delightful sight caused my regular morning erection to grow even larger and to remain at high alert. All the more reason to keep my bedsheet secured.

Over breakfast we chatted about her progress in college, her love for reading, my life away from home, things we might do during the day, etc. After we had finished, she put the tray on a table, but showed no signs of planning to leave the room. In a way I was in her power, because I could not leave the bed as long as she was present; at least that was my mindset at first. She returned to "her side" of the bed with a naughty smile on her face. Later that day she told me she had figured out that I was completely naked under the sheet (underpants lying somewhere else in the room), that this had fuelled her curousity and that starting the old familiar tickling game would be a nice way to find out -- and see -- more. Throwing herself on me she put her plan into motion. Initially I tried to hold her off, but my defence soon crumbled, as I became hotter by the minute. Needless to say that during this lovely encounter, I frequently came in contact with her (albeit covered) titties and also with the damp crotch of her tiny panties, whereas she more than once touched my hard cock through the sheet.

Eventually she reached her objective, pulling the sheet away with one firm movement. There I was, more than 6.5 inches fully exposed, erect, hard as concrete, throbbing, wet (I have always been a rather powerful pre-cum producer). She struck a hand before her mouth and then said: "Woooowww!....It is....it is....sooo big! And it is beautiful!" Her eyes firmly glued to the "magic flute", she went on: "May I....may I touch it....please?" I nodded. Slowly she reached out a hand and gently ran her fingertips along the shaft from the base upwards. I shivered and moaned, as an electric shock seemed to run through my body, originating from her fingertips. Reaching the top, she spread the pre-cum over it with her index finger. "This fluid....", she said hesitantly, is it...is it the same as...." She didn't finish the sentence. "You mean, is it the same as the one that is probably wetting your pussy right now", I came to her aid. "I think it is about the same", I went on. "It's for the same purpose anyway....You may lick it if you want, it tastes good." She looked at me and then at the "object in hand" again. I thought she might lick it from her finger, but to my delight she chose to go directly for the source and took the head of my cock into her mouth. It was heavenly. The feeling of her soft lips, the movement of her tongue and the contact of my skin with her silky soft long hair, it was devine. Caroline raised her head with a satisfied smile and a sigh.

From her behaviour and the question about the pre-cum, I took it that this was the first time she was confronted so closely with male genitals in such a state of arousal. I asked her whether this was true and she confirmed. In the conversation that followed, she explained that years ago her mother had elaborately informed her about sex ("how babies are made" as she put it). But her dear mother (praise her!) had also taught her that sex is a very joyful part of life in its own right and even had showed her how to masturbate. She had subsequently related this knowledge to one of her classmates, Pauline, whom she called her best friend and they had frequently done it together and to eachother. She said she fingered herself to orgasm almost daily. General practice for her, I learned, was to take her panties off in her room as soon as she arrived home from school and then masturbate. She loved remaining naked under her skirt, so that she could have easy access to her cunt (she actually used the word) whenever she had the desire and the chance.

The way she described these things turned me on beyond belief, the visible effect being the amount of pre-cum oozing out of my cock. It had formed a solid drop at the end of a small glistening thread, hanging from the top. "Oh look at that!" she exlaimed and went down on me again to lick it. It was clear that this was a very sensual young girl and an excellent student in the field of erotics and sex, eager to learn more.
As far as boyfriends were concerned, she told me that she hadn't reached that stage yet. In her class were predominantly girls and none of the few boys had attracted her very much. Pauline, who unlike her had a (younger) brother, had told her about the way boys masturbate, as she had accidentally seen her brother doing it, including squirting his cum. This had very much excited her and made her extremely curious.
"So I guess now is your chance to see it for real", I said.
"Oh yes!" She clapped her hands in excitement. "Yes, that would be fantastic! Would you, please?"
"I'm more than willing," I replied quite honestly, "but on one condition..." She raised her eyebrows. "I would like you to join me, by fingering yourself I mean, so that I can see how experienced you are..."
She looked at me with a weakening gaze, her eyes radiating sensuality and desire, her lips slightly apart. With a somewhat lowered voice she gasped: "Yes, oh yes, I like that, I will....Lets do it together!" Keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she slowly and graciously took off her panties and dropped them on my belly. Although my effort in bringing her to this point was rather minimal, she made it seem like a kind of surrendering gesture. Then the shirt came off. "I want to be naked....completely naked...." Superfluous as this comment might be, it sounded lovely. I admired her perfect body, the delightful curves of her breasts, their nipples firmly pointing forward, her dark pubic hair, nicely trimmed to a small triangle. Then I took her soaked panties and pressed them against my nose, savouring the delicious smell of her pussy.
She leaned with her back against a couple of pillows and spread her long legs as wide as possible. I positioned myself on my knees between her legs, facing her, as this would give us the best view at eachother. I could now clearly see the beautifully shaped damp flower between her legs, the upper part of the outer lips folded to either side and the tiny hood covering her clit.
"I will give you something to remember" I said, wrapping her panties around the shaft of my cock and realizing the double meaning of that statement. Slowly I started the movements that I had practiced since I was about 12 and that for me too had become a daily joy. Caroline had begun her part, expertly moving her fingers over her clit and her glistening pink pussylips, regularly sliding them inside, while she caressed her delicious titties with her free hand. Soaking wet as she was, her movements produced a slurping sound and the air was heavily filled with the musky scent of her sex. Every now and then she took the fingers she had fucked herself with into her mouth and sucked them, moaning. Meanwhile she kept her eyes solidly aimed at my cock, determined to record every movement.
"Oh, this is marvellous....aaaaahhhh....wonderful....to see you doing this for me....how naughty....how deliciously naughty this is..." she gasped. Then she just kept moaning, increasingly louder as her orgasm closed in.
"Aaaaaahhhh........it's commmmmiiiing....I am co...OOOOOHHHH!!", she cried out loud, her body trembling and shaking. Seeing this beautiful girl overwhelmed by the power of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I quicly moved somewhat closer.
"I'm coming too, Caroline.....I'm going to shoot.... my love-cream for you....and all over you!....Watch me!"
Whereas her orgasm had still not completely faded away, my cock squirted the first jet of sperm, which landed on her chin, then the next one, and another...and another...it went on and on. Her body was entirely covered with cum, her tits, her belly, with a small pool in her belly button, drops were hanging in her pubic hair and the last ones had landed on her pussy lips.
Caroline smiled and gave a sigh. With her fingers she took a blot of sperm from one of her titties and sucked them, meanwhile massaging her body with the other hand, spreading the glistening white slime over her body.
"That was unbelievable....absolutely marvellous....thank you." She put her arms around my neck, pulled me towards her and kissed me long and passionately.

To be continued.