Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 05:02:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Carrie-3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carrie 3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, I slept like the satisfied woman I was. After making love on the couch, Carries and I went back to her bedroom. There, we also made love. Finally, after a short nap, in the middle of the night, I felt like being really bad, and dragged Carrie into her parents' bedroom. Don't ask why, but I felt that if I was going to spend the weekend fucking and making love with my girlfriend, I wanted to do it on her Mom and 'Aunt's bed. In a way, I was saying, "You're little girl's not so little anymore, and I am the one who has her." So, we eventually fell asleep in that king size bed. Lots of room. Lots of space. We'd cuddle, but, as sleeping partners often do, we'd separate and find ourselves on opposite sides of the bed. Eventually, we'd find our way back and hold each other for dear life. >From the recesses of my sex-induced sleep, I felt the light stirrings of lips upon my flesh. Lips on my shoulders. Lips on my arms. Fingernails stroking the downy hairs on the back of my arms and back. Kisses trailing down my spine toward my behind. Finally, light kisses between my parted legs. Warm breath against my sex was rewarded with compliance as my legs easily moved to wherever this morning force desired. For such willingness, I was rewarded with the tip of a tongue on my sex. Up and down. The tip explored the lips of my pussy all to coax my excitement into the open. First, around the outside just to let me know it was there. Then, on the edge, to announce its intention to enter my sex. Finally, past the lips inside of me to where my sex could adequately show its feelings by coating it with my own excitement. All the while, that breath. The fiery breath thrust against my clit as only lover's breath can and had me praying for more. That was short lived, though, as the lips, the tip and the breath pulled away and slowly ascended my torso. Kissing and caressing. Every inch of flesh received attention. My breasts stood at attention with nipples so hard that they looked like they had little marbles on them. Once they were sucked between the lips and teased with the tongue, they became the source of my moans and whimpers. The more they were sucked, the more noise I made. The more they were loved, the more I cooed and asked for it to never stop. But it did, because the lips had more to do... like kiss me. Soft, tender kisses that sought the warmth of my lips, but not my consciousness. They actually wanted me to stay unconscious but responsive. The soft caresses on my cheek told me as much. So, I opened my mouth and accepted the kissed and the affection. I felt the tip of the tongue trace the inside of my mouth. As I closed to swallow, I could taste a hint of myself from when it teased my sex. Soon enough, they were back between my legs lavishing attention on my sex. My legs around the neck of the lips, the tongue and the breath held them in place for a while as I enjoyed the attention and thus made it known that I wasn't interested in it ending. But they patted my flesh as to say, "Just a second." So, they stepped away. The light sheet that covered me was nothing to protect me. My sex, especially, was vulnerable. It was so open and ready. It was so ready from the ministrations of... OH! I knew where the neck and the gang went. The sinking bed told me they'd returned. As they slipped under the sheet, they climbed down between my legs. The warmth of the body that lay on top of me reassured me that all was not lost. The head of her cock against my sex reassured me that I was to get what I needed... and she wanted. Reaching down, I felt the cock hanging below her. Long and firm. It extended forever straight into her sex. It was, however, held up by the pair of panties she wore to curve it and make it stick straight out. I placed the head against my sex and as she took over and slowly pushed it inside of me. My legs wrapped around her torso to pull all of her in, and I wanted it all. My pussy was on fire. My pussy needed this cock. I was on fire. I needed this cock. I needed this fuck. But speech failed me. How do you tell someone to fuck you harder when you can't speak and you're still not up to opening your eyes? I sucked her tits. Teardrop shaped breasts hung down before my face. I knew this because my wandering hands found them not more than a few inches from my face. I drew them to me. First the one. Then the other. Then both at the same time. As I sucked, I rocked. As I rocked, I forced the cock deeper inside of me. As I forced the cock deeper, it fucked me harder. As it fucked harder, it moaned in pleasure. That became my new goal. I wanted it to cum. I wanted her to cum inside of me. Since she was fucking me with the double-headed dildo, I felt her wet sex against me when she ground her hips. As that wonderful cock swept across the insides of my sex, I felt her clit against mine. I felt her excitement mirror mine. "Cum." I'm not sure where the words came from, but I wanted it. I knew that she wanted it. We worked hard to get to it. My legs went on top of her shoulders. It was slutty. It was like what you'd see in a movie, but I wanted it. I wanted her cock so deep inside of me that I could never take it out. She rammed it harder. Our breasts crushed against each other. Mouths inches from each other. But, we didn't kiss. No. As much as we may have wanted that, we didn't kiss. We needed the oxygen to fuck. Each breath stoked the fire a little more. With each stroke, I needed more... until - POP-POP-POP-POP-POP It wasn't the Earth shattering release I'd hoped, but it was good for now. That, however, wasn't the case on the other end. Short staccato breaths and small, tiny thrusts told me that she was still going. Opening my eyes, I viewed my lover for the first time this morning. Carrie's eyes were wide open and looked as though she'd seen God and was still seeing him. I caressed her cheek and closed my eyes to rest some more. She, however, put her hand son my face. "No. Open. Open." I did and saw her dive into them... Seeing my soul and my feelings for her. She, in turn, showed me the depth of her feelings for me. I can't put them into words except to say that I knew that whatever I needed, she'd try to provide. Whether it was love, support or old-fashioned sex, Carrie wanted to give it to me. And, in return, I wanted to give to her. Support. Gratification. Love. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments and questions are welcome at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------------