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I never wore a tie, so it was one less thing to worry about.
Carrie approached me in my mind. Getting on her knees between my feet, she gazed up at me with love and adoration. I stroked her soft cheek and my little darling nuzzled against my palm before gently sucking my thumb.
Withdrawing my thumb gently, I slid my hand around to the back of her head, gently guiding her into my cock. Her mouth opened as she approached. I watched with pleasure as the bulk of my massive cock disappeared into her sweet little mouth. Always on the lookout for signs of discomfort or distress, I saw nothing but absolute, blissful pleasure.
Carrie got right to work, stroking her soft, wet lips the length of my shaft and then back again. Soft, sexy throat sounds coming from her as she worked past her gag reflex to be able to deep throat my monster cock with grace and aplomb.
Taking gentle hold of her ponytail, I controlled her movements, reaching down with my other hand and stroking her back as she sucked. Both of her hands were flat on her knees because I had yet to give her permission to do anything else.
She looked up at me with her shining eyes. It was a look full of desire as well as love with just a touch of wonderment, like she couldn’t be so lucky as to be able to suck me off. It might sound like hubris, but it was a look I had seen before. Though not quite like that.
I hadn’t exactly been a womanizer. Work had kept me effectively celibate since college, but before that I did okay. I wasn’t a man whore, but I had a couple of girlfriends. But nothing I felt then was anything like what I felt for sweet Carrie.
That was an issue I attributed to myself more than anything else. Carrie was special to be sure. Though I had also become emotionally mature enough to recognize that. Otherwise, I might have just seen her as just another piece of ass.
Again, an attitude which had been entirely my problem. I often thought that if I ever had access to a time machine, the first thing I would do, even before killing Hitler in 1918 during the war so no one would notice, was go to my younger self and smack him upside the head.
The cum flowed freely, thick and warm, presumably also sweet judging by the look Carrie had on her face as she swallowed it all down. She all but swished it around in her mouth like a professional wine taster. I pulled slowly out of her mouth and she collapsed against me, panting and laying her cheek against my thigh.
I scooped her up into my powerful arms and conveyed her over to the bed which had appeared out of the ether, much like the couch had. The space of my imagination was as mutable as anything.
We kissed tenderly. Soft wet smacks filled the air, broken only by the silence that came when we started using our tongues. The lovely, playful dance of them made both of us hum with glee.
Kissing my way down her beautiful body, I gently spread her legs. My sweet Carrie moaned with the sensation as the cool air touched her aching little cunt. She jumped and gasped at the first gentle stroke with the flat of my thumb. Realizing an even softer approach would be needed to ease her into things, I sank to my knees between her creamy thighs, keeping my hand cupped lightly on her warm, tender pussy as I did so.
Moving my hand gradually out of the way, I lead in with a long, loving lick. Covering almost all of her lips from bottom to top, I gave her clit a little swirl when I finally got up there. She jerked and writhed and moaned to the heavens, making it clear how much she enjoyed what I was doing to her tight, pink girlhood.
Her exclamations only grew more vigorous as I parted her succulent lips and did the same to the inside of her soaking, tender, open, pussy. Shudders ran through her like a freight train on loose track.
Moans vibrated up from her like she was sitting on a malfunctioning washing machine on the spin cycle. She finally exploded in a massive orgasm that arched her back like she was in desperate need of an exorcism before crashing back down onto the bed so hard the spring squeaked.
I licked her clean and kissed her gently as she came down from the Babylonian tower of an orgasmic high, easing her back down to a life spent on the ground. When she was ready, it was time for the next stop on our mystical ecstasy tour.
I didn’t have to do much. Carrie seemed to read my mind and swung around so she was at the edge of the bed, scooting down so she was closer. Her legs were still wide. I smiled and lifted one of her legs from the mattress.
