Rob and Carol
Keywords: Carol, and, Rob,
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Once under the warm water, I felt better, but I played on. I staggered a little and I made the old trick that is done in communal bathhouses, as in jails and gyms: I allowed the soap to slip to the floor and I told my friend to bring it to me. He pushed it through the curtain with his little hand, to avoid seeing me, and I told him:
"Milton, please, it will slip away again. Why don't you come in to lather me?"
I would have loved to see his expression of astonishment, when he said:
"In there?"
"Yes, please, I can barely stand up."
He mumbled, with a tone between exasperated and excited:
"But I am going to get wet."
"Then, take off your clothes!"
"Oh, dear...!"
But he did so. His erect penis led the way, the poor guy has less than 6 inches, or 15 cms. But even so, it looked appetizing. I ignored it with an air of pride and I asked him:
"Please help wash your poor colleague, who can't do it by herself."
He took the soap and he began passing it on my shoulders and my back while I held my hair high. His shy caresses aroused me immediately, and when he arrived at my waist, his hands trembled, so did I, but it was a delicious tremor. When he reached my buttocks, he stopped, frightened. He lied:
"I can't reach down there."
"Of course you can. It's right in front of you."
And he agreed to knead them. He fought the temptation to wedge his member in my cleft and drive himself to an orgasm. I opened my legs a little and told me to help me with my thighs, and he embraced them tenderly down to my calves. Then I turned around and I put my breasts against his ribs and I told him:
"Wash me well here."
He made big circles on my breasts, but he narrowed them until zeroing in on my nipples, and I vibrated with a small orgasm. I reminded him:
"You missed a spot down below."
He furrowed from my ribs to my belly and he continued over my abdomen, and looking at me in the eye, he asked me:
"Down there too?"
"Yes. Now you are helping me."
Upon rubbing my clitoris and my labia, I felt on fire, but I bore this as much as I could. His penis was red-hot. The orgasm that I achieved was intense but not enough. I turned again and I told him:
"Wash my behind, I am very dirty."
"Your anus?"
"Yes..."
I have a mirror in order to shave my armpits and I directed an enticing look at him. He blushed, but he was not going to reject the monument that he had in front of him, and he spread much soap in my hole, and then, I knew that none of us could hold back any more, so I leaned against his chest and I placed his glans shamelessly at the entrance of my anus, I lathered it, I loosened my sphincter a little and I got it inside. Then I took his hands in mine for an embrace, but his could not stay still, trying to reach all of me, while I moved to sodomize myself. He took the initiative, and holding on to my sides, he pumped into me forcefully. He wanted to do it more slowly, but feeling so much heat in his testicles, he accelerated his rhythm while we both shared a childish scream and he then pressed hard inside my rectum in order to ejaculate. I felt my bowels fill with burning lava, and that combined with all the caresses that he offered me in my front, caused me to ejaculate against the bathroom wall, and the water washed my semen away. Now we felt really dizzy, so I turned to hold him in a hug, and so his penis came out, resting against my abdomen, still erect. We rinsed our parts and we turned off the shower and I went to lie on my bed, and he followed me like a lap dog, although he just lost his erection. After spooning himself against me, he told me:
"Do you feel any better?"
"Yes, I never imagined that it would be so marvelous."
He was a little sad, because he felt too insignificant to wish for a woman so far out of his reach as me, too beautiful and too rich. I turned around to hug him face-to-face and I kissed him, telling him:
"I know about your worries."
"How could you know?"
"I know that you fell in love with me."
"From the first moment... What am I saying? This can't be..."
I was not going to let him cry, so I pressed against him to soothe him, whispering to his ear:
"Shhh, Shhh! It's all right, stay calm. You are with me."
I kissed that ear and his cheek, trailing a path toward his lips, and I told him:
"Do you know that you are the only boy whom I have allowed to ejaculate inside me?"
He breathed deep to avoid crumbling and he said:
"Do you trust me that much? It might be that I was a virgin, because I was never lucky with the girls."
"And how about now, with me?"
He remained silent and I also preferred to stay quiet. The truth is, I was not really intoxicated with so little wine that I ingested, but with the envy that I still felt for Charles and for his brand-new wife, because for me, the wedding was only an excuse in order to proclaim to the four winds how much they were going to enjoy of so much sex, sharing such a big penis.
Later on, we did have to use condoms in order to have sex, at least in the beginning, because I didn't love him yet, I only hung on to him to avoid feeling lonely. But upon noticing that we lasted together longer that my previous lovers, I had him move in with me, since he lived in a modest rented apartment, so we could keep each other company. That day, we were a little tired after making space to his belongings in my shed, and after giving him the room of my dead brother for his clothes and essential articles, we didn't do much more besides showering together, and since the muscular pains made us feel uncomfortable around each other, we even had to sleep on separate beds. We felt guilty for not spending the night together, but when we felt better, we celebrated with a copulation in the missionary position, after a light but pleasant erotic massage. He didn't get deep enough at first, so I turned to be on top of him in the "cowgirl" pose, and I bounced on him until I gushed so much feminine semen that I felt exhausted, collapsing on his chest. He told me:
"You are awesome, I don't know what you have, but you gave me two consecutive orgasms! Oh, I know..."
"For my experience, for the fact that I am such a slut?"
"No, for your beauty, for your love toward me!"
My semblance changed and he noticed it, and he continued:
"I have made a mistake with you. You don't love me. You still feel for Charles."
"No, Milton. I already forgot him; although that day of their wedding, he gave me a little nostalgia."
"But you still seek somebody better than me. I, who always was 'painted on the wall,' who has only been a carpet over whom all of you step. I was even aware of the dirty trick that you did to me by making me argue that case!"
He shut up after realizing that he was talking too much. Then, he began to sob, and he asked me for forgiveness. I consoled him:
"Milton, it's all right. It's true, we never gave you the importance that you deserve. I even had to look for love in an old man or a lesbian before turning to you. You are young, cute and you know how to please a woman. It won't happen again, I promise you."
He put on a look of disbelief and his tears wouldn't stop, so I had to take out the heavy artillery, and I exclaimed:
"No, Milton, better yet, I swear to you: I do love you!"
"No, Miss Alexandra, I don't want your white lies! I'm not even rich or handsome enough to look good with you!"
"Don't you say that! You are very beautiful!"
He shook me off his body, careful not to drop me to the floor, while he protested, already with a voice less vehement:
"Don't do this to me, don't you tell me that you love me or care for me. We are together only to satisfy your physical desire. I don't know what you gain from fooling around with such a geek like me, people will think that you are crazy!"
"Don't do this to yourself, Milton. You love me and have suffered for my sake all this time, that's why you talk like this..."
"I am not blind. You have the body of a goddess, and for that reason, you bewitched me, from the first moment in which I saw you. But nothing more."
I approached gingerly to caress his cheek, still moist for the bad moment through which he was going, and I whispered to him again:
"You feel something beautiful about me; don't deny it!"
Still defiant, like a wrongly punished boy, he replied:
"I don't wish you ill, if that's what you mean."
I did have an effect on him, because I ran my fingers "absent-mindedly" over his nipples, and then, he changed his tone and he continued:
"All right, you have much love to give, because you must have suffered a lot when you lost all of your family in such short time. I don't consider you a slut, not even a spoiled girl, but somebody who also has a right to be happy. But I don't consider myself worthy of you, not only because I am ugly, but because I am not strong enough to face what you have gone through."
"All right. Let's talk about your closing arguments, yes, your closing arguments! We made you deliver it, not only so you would inspire pity to the jury, but so that they could see the clients through you, and that only could be achieved because you were very convincing, recovering soon from your shyness. You succeeded where I failed. That, in my book, is strength!"
He turned around to look at me timidly, and upon seeing that I also had tears in my eyes, because I spilled my soul in my last words, he hugged me and it was his turn to comfort me, whispering to me while he caressed my cheeks and my back with desperate fondness:
"No, Sandy! Don't you cry! I love you! There, I said it!"
"I always knew it. I love you too, I love you a lot; I really love you!"
We allowed us to cry freely, and we even devoured each other's tears with frenzied but soft kisses. We got excited to the point of beginning to make love without foreplay, inserting his penis in my vagina without reaching for a condom. He stroked inside slowly, allowing himself time to kiss my lips and caress my breasts; the act no longer resembled a hardcore pornographic movie but a soft romantic one.
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Keywords: Carol, and, Rob,