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Carol - chapter 1

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by FFGusher I want to impart to you my remembrances of a woman I knew named Carol. Carol was 10 years my senior when I met her during the spring of 1984. I was 32 at the time and Carol was a neighbor of a client for whom I was building and operating a recording studio. Over the course of the previous winter I worked diligently on the construction of the studio which was in a residential area of a prominent South Jersey township. Carol, who rented the entire second floor in a home across the street, befriended the studio owner about the time construction ended and operations began. You wouldn�t call Carol beautiful, but she had the same appeal as someone like Terry Garr; very sexual in a provocative sort of way without evident beauty. She had two other wonderful traits: She made excellent Martinis and had the most engaging laugh I have ever heard. These things endeared her to everyone around the studio. Since I was always there late, Carol and I became friends and she would often invite me to dinner in her apartment. For several months our relationship was purely platonic because she was a very good friend and listener, but eventually we explored some sexual avenues which became more and more entwined in our frequent meetings. What I did know about her was that she was pretty much devoted to remaining single and independent after suffering through a short and ugly marriage. When I met her, she had been single for 10 years and to my knowledge did not date. As a curious person, I wondered about her sexual habits, being that she was a seemingly sexual person. Our relationship had allowed us to be honest with each other and she entrusted to me that she enjoyed frequent masturbation to satisfy her sexual needs. After several weeks of tactful exploration into her sexuality, our conversations grew more and more explicit regarding the satisfactions both she and I received through our masturbation fantasies and our sexual histories. After dinner one evening she revealed that she often fantasized about watching men masturbate. As an avowed voyeur I offered to fulfill her fantasy on one condition; that she masturbate for me. I was somewhat disheartened when she flatly refused to exhibit for me even though said she would love to watch me. Well I am from a different school of thought I knew that a one-way sexual liaison like that would not work out well. We were friends foremost, and that would change completely if we did not participate equally. I understood her reticence as she was very cautious about relationships owing to her unfortunate past. However, over the next several weeks I cajoled and pleaded my case to have her participate with me in the sexual endeavor. Those weeks were torture for me, as I desperately wanted to perform for her. I had cum frequently during this time fantasizing about what it would be like. I rolled my rationalizations over and over, trying to come up with a way to convince Carol to loosen her fears and masturbate with me. After fruitless attempts to assure her of her safety, pointing to our long relationship, I decided to acquiesce to her desires. We set a date for my performance, but I demanded that she come to my home, where I would feel more comfortable. When the day came, and I drove Carol to my place, my head was spinning with anticipation and I tried to cover it up by getting very explicit with her. Truthfully, I was making a last ditch effort to get her to reciprocate. We both nervously frittered about my house, trying to get comfortable with the situation and eventually things began to smooth out. I was just about ready to commence when I thought the introduction of some X-rated mags might be advantageous to my plight for mutuality, so I placed several of my most nasty collection of �Best of Cum� before her and said, �Pick out some scenes that you really like. I�m going to the store to get some Soda and some snacks.� I thought that time alone with these mags might get her going. Five minutes later I returned with the goods, popped them in the �fridge and sat down with her on the couch in my living room to see what she had chosen. Unfortunately, she was unaffected by the explicit scenes in my mags, but I was now ready to start. I was very horny as I had purposely not jerked off for several days before our planned encounter. I went into my bedroom at the end of the hall from the living room and put on only a pair of very tight shorts. When I returned to Carol, she was wide-eyed with anticipation and stared at my crotch. I tried to be exotic and strip for her, but I am not a dancer and quickly discarded the shorts. I was now standing naked in front of Carol and my cock was fully engorged to its 7-1/2 inch length. As I began my display, Carol smiled broadly. That was a good sign. My balls were slack as I lifted my cock to expose them to her gaze. �What do you think?� I asked her. She nodded her hearty approval. I stepped closer and stood a foot in front of her and watched her as she drank in my sex. Almost instinctively, her hands reached for my muscular thighs, her fingernails grazing across my skin. Looking up she sought my approval. I was surprised but pleasantly; and invigorated as my balls began to tighten in their sack. Slowly she traced her way with her fingernails to the underside of my sack and scratched me tenderly. I spread my legs to allow her full access to my balls, which caused her to slide a finger underneath and into my crack! My quiver caused her to giggle at the effect she was having on me. �Oh God, Carol�, I sighed and pushed my hips forward to enhance my length and my stroking pleasure. I teetered in excitement and decided to reposition myself on the couch to continue my play. I fell into the pillows in one corner of the couch with Carol moving to the other corner for a different view of my pleasurings. Leaning back, I continued slowly. For some reason, I felt much more comfortable now sharing myself with her after her initial touch. I was superbly hard and very hot and I told her how much I was enjoying this. �I�m glad� she said. �Me too�. I was cooing with pleasure as I gently stroked my cock for my enthralled audience. Innocently, Carol asked me what the most sensitive part of my cock was. I explained by holding my cock by its head and rubbing with one finger that special spot underneath the head in the fold of skin that was my hottest spot! �Can I touch it�, she questioned? Before I could approve, she was moving forward to engage her first encounter with my cock I removed my finger but continued to hold my shaft erect by its head. Her first touch missed the spot and she struggled to find it like any non-cock owner would. We were not quite in sync and we both started to laugh! The ease of that moment and her always disarming laughter made us both relax even more considering the intent of our tryst. I let go of the head and Carol caught my shaft in both of her hands. Our laughter had caused my erection to slacken a bit and Carol now became intent on returning the ardent rigidity I had had earlier. However, her inexperience was irritating my skin as she became frustrated with her inabilities. I repositioned my hips further down the couch to make it easier for Carol to reach my cock in a manner more comfortable to her. I suggested some lubrication! Her reaction was immediate as she dropped her head and begin sucking and licking my cock! That helped! I was engorging again and Carol was enjoying the feel of my rise. She was moaning her affection for my pleasure as my cock returned to its full measure. For 10 minutes we worked as a team on my cock. She licking and sucking me as I stroked what shaft I could hold. Several times I raised her head and laid my hot wet cock on her sexy lips and face, admiring the picture and soaking up all the erotic excitement I could from it. As Carol�s mouth tired, she leaned back into her corner and enjoyed the site of my stroking. It was a surreal time. I was neither peaking nor dipping. My edge was very consistent. But I could sense my friend was getting impatient and a bit tired. I needed an enticement so I asked her to show me her breasts. I didn�t want to breach the agreement we had on her self pleasurings, but thought I might be able to plead for her co-operation in a spectacular finish! With some trepidation and hesitation she acceded and brought down the shoulders of her purple halter top to expose her breast to me. While she was no centerfold, her breasts were firm and exquisitely well formed. She was very light skinned but her very small nipples were extremely dark. I asked her to touch them for me but she refused saying that they were too sensitive. By now we had been engaged in my masturbations for almost 45 minutes. We continued to take our turns masturbating my cock, often with all hands participating! The only sounds were of my low moans of pleasure. Carol, however was getting anxious and asked me if was going to cum soon. Her timidity was captivating and I used it to taunt her a bit for a thrill. I said, �You know the longer I go the more potent my orgasm will be�. �Does that mean you�ll shoot more or will it just be more intense�, she asked? �I never know until I cum�. �Sometimes, if I�m lucky, both will result�. �So will you cum soon�, Carol again queried? �Do you want me to cum now�, I questioned. �If you�re ready�, she murmured. �Ok Carol�, I replied matter-of-factly. And this is why this episode stands out in my erotic life. As control of my stimulation had been so well defined until now, like a freight train I began to feel something coming of incredible power! I was about to lose control. I had to decide whether to keep my composure or abandon myself to the inevitable. Looking up to see Carol�s hungry eyes in anticipation of my release, I committed to my orgasm in a way I had never quite done before. I didn�t even have the ability to let Carol know that her wish was about to come to fruition! Out of nowhere I began to cum. I could do nothing but hold onto my shaft as my orgasm took over our entire beings! The first spatter spewed in all directions followed quickly by an eruption of cum the likes of which I had never seen before from my cock. It was massive in quantity and majestic in its explosive force roping a tower of cum before our eyes. To our delight, this was followed by 4 more such beautiful explosions. I was convulsing in pleasure and Carol was transfixed on my blasting cock! When she thought I was done she clambered to get her hands on my shaft to milk me. What she got, to both of our amazements, was a second cumming! I was lost and out of control as my cock exploded again and again in her hands and onto her breasts! Her cum-slick hands pistoned my shaft and cock head as I was bucking in ecstasy. Cum seemed to flow like honey from my cock. It was incredible! After what seemed an eternity, we began to emerge from our cum lust to discover a wild mess of semen everywhere! With my receding cock in Carol�s loving hands we looked deeply into each others eyes a started to grin and guffaw at the experience we had just lived through. We were stunned yet very happy. I thanked Carol profusely telling her I had never cum that hard ever. She smiled and thanked me for letting her participate with me in it. So there we were, surrounded by the artifacts of our passion. I excused myself and went to the bath to retrieve all the towels I could muster to clean up with. I delighted in seeing her watch me as I cleaned my cock. She was a hawk! You can imagine that after such an exploit, I was craving fluids. With little ado, I asked Carol to join me for dinner. We enjoyed a delicious meal at our local pub not ever discussing what we just went through, but catching in each other�s eyes a glint of delight which was refreshing, erotic and satiating. We returned to my apartment about 10:30 PM so I suggested that Carol stay the night. I further explained that the couch was a sofa bed and that she could sleep there while I slept in my bed at the end of the short hallway where the bath was. Thankfully, she accepted. I was very tired after doing battle earlier and taking her home would have been an hour and a half venture for me. We made up the sofa bed, set out a large terry cloth towel for her to use in the bath and I showed her how to use the TV remote. At 11:30 we were both, separately, drifting off to sleep. My dreams were flooded with one burning question. Carol and I had just gone through an incredible sexual experience, yet she seemed non-affected and un-intending to satisfy herself after such a spectacle, which, I might add, she so ardently campaigned for! My curiosity was burning a whole in my libido with wonderment about what she might be doing in her bed. I had promised I would not push the point and intended to keep my word, but my God, she has to be burning up! After an hour of tossing and turning I rationalized that a visit to the kitchen might expose an option or opportunity. I made sure I was heard by my sleeping friend without appearing too obvious. I lingered in the kitchen and spied her figure under the covers on the sofa bed. Not one flinch or quiver could be seen. With resignation, I returned to my bed with my youthful libido once again raising the pulse in my head and my loins! Flickering through my sleepy eyes came the realization morning had arisen and all was calm. It was still early and my mind again returned to the sexual musings I had drifted off to sleep with. My cock began to rise with my awareness of the day but the sobering reality of an unfulfilled desire to watch my friend exercise her masturbatory expertise on herself for my indulgence was becoming a far away dream. Sifting through my delirium, I heard Carol coming down the hallway to enter the bath. I listen intently to what ablutions I could hear through the door. Just the normal sounds of the sink, the toilet and the shower! I was imagining her soaping herself up in the shower and becoming more and more distracted by the growing passion between her legs, egged on by the visions of her command performance from the previous night and the power of the result dancing in her head. I couldn�t be sure what affect it had on her, but my passion was rising rampantly and I encouraged it by stroking my ever hardening shaft. I was enthralled with the aspect of cumming again! And then it dawned on me! Carol had wanted so much to watch me jerk off and I had politicked so hard for reciprocation to no avail, why shouldn�t I just go with it? I don�t need to ask her permission! If I have the inclination to masturbate she is welcome to watch on my time! With my temperature rising from this twisted logic, I proceeded to place my naked ass at the end of my bed, which faced the hallway and happily waxed my shaft with delight waiting for Carol�s exit from the bath. I�d give her a show whether she wanted one or not! I wanted to and that�s all that was important! In a flash, I heard the door open and out popped Carol wrapped in one of my huge terry cloth towels I had left for her in the bath last evening. She turned towards the living room not seeing me erect and passion filled with my huge engorged cock in my hand. With a lot of blind courage, I made myself known to her! She spun around to find my display. She stood there silent and still for a quick moment then cocked her head to one side as if to get a better look! �You got me so hot from what happen yesterday, I just couldn�t control myself�, I pleaded. Fantastically, she moved towards me, her eyes again transfixed on my cock. She stopped, straddling my feet with her legs. �You really love to jerk off, don�t you�, she snarled? Not quite knowing her intent, I surrendered, �Yes, I really do�. With that admission she turned this into a burning episode in my life. With little fanfare, Carol threw away her wrap to expose herself to me. What I found there was more than I had hoped. Her muscled, flat stomach tapered into a shaved mound hugely engorged. Her labia were high, glistening, darkly colored and distended and housing a big and gorgeous clit. She pushed her hips out so she could admire herself more fully then looked me straight in the eye and said, �Look what you�ve done to me�. It was delivered with an erotic underpinning of gratitude and inevitability. �You�re incredible�, I gulped. �Cum for me, please�. Our passions were at a razor�s edge. With entire abandon and purposeful and practiced resolve, Carol lifted her right leg onto the bed beside me, bending forward to watch herself and proceeded to attack her sopping gash. The site was incredible and I was trying to match her stroke for stroke. In seconds, Carol began to moan and writhe as her juices went spattering from her finger tips. She was cumming, and so was I. I spat, �I�m cumming�, just as my first blast erupted from my cock. We spasmed in unison as her first climax attacked her. My jism shot onto her stomach and ricocheted onto mine in a heavy thump. We had at once found each other and were cumming together in celebration of that wonderful fact. In harmony we came and spasmed and enjoyed each other�s orgasms and drank of each other�s abandon until we collapsed together on the bed a heap of lusting, grunting cum crazed lovers in perfect harmony! We held onto to each other for what seemed like hours, panting our way back to reality then diving again into the bliss of our entanglement. Carol was a special lover for me and I hope me for her. She was the first for me in many ways. We celebrated our commonality many times for the next six months. Unhappily, a new job took me a long way away, and Carol was never going to commit to another relationship again. We left each other with a wealth of unforgettable memories generated from an ideal match. There are more passionate stories of our incredible sexual chemistry I will impart to paper. It is cathartic for me and exciting to recall with detail the events that shaped my sexuality, especially those sculpted by Carol. I commit them to you as passionately as I can for your enjoyment. She deserves undying credit!