Reminiscence Therapy Caroline

Hello, my name is Jack. I am an old man now. Penny, the nice volunteer lady at the Home said I need to record my happiest memories before I begin to forget and I need to include my 'happy place' so that I can be reminded when things get bad. I'm wondering what she is going to think when she reads this, she doesn't look the sort of person who would enjoy it. Maybe you will?

I'm a quiet man whose adult life started conventionally enough. A lovely young woman, Caroline, took a very shy young me under her wing at university. Earlier, I had been to an all boys school and girls had become a terrifying mystery.

If a girl talked to me I would turn red, if I danced with one I would get an embarrassing hard on and if ever I got to kissing I had been known to cum in my pants. Some of the boys in my class were similarly awkward but I think I suffered the most. It certainly wasn't the done thing to talk to anyone about it, although the answer was simple enough, I was then and I remain now, simply over sexed. I prefer the term mucky though.

Life became more bearable when I got to university, I had a room of my own and I could wank endlessly without fear of interruption. This took the pressure off and meant I could at least talk sensibly to a member of the opposite sex.

Caroline was the first, she was lovely.

She was small, 5 foot 2 and lithe.

Always happy and smiling, she was neat and well groomed with shiny straight brown hair cut in a bob, lively brown eyes and creamy soft skin. She had a way of tucking her hair behind an ear with her hand that I found very endearing.

She had perky little breasts with pink nipples and pussy that was a neat slit topped with a perfect triangle of pubes.

I'm getting ahead of myself here. It was a good while before I got to see anything of those.

And a good thing too. My first university experiences with girls had been rare, drunken, embarrassing ordeals in the dark that had only made me even more nervous of the opposite sex.

Caroline became a friend first. I chatted with her comfortably from the start. I try my hardest not to ogle women but from the back there was something about Caroline's line of hair, her shoulders and her hips that was captivating and I would often have to stop myself staring. Soon we started to seek out one anothers company and eventually came a party, it seemed obvious we should go together and we did.

A massive bout of masterbating before hand made sure I didn't get an enormous hard on and spoil the evening.

It worked. I didn't get an uncomfortable stiffy until the end when we were slow dancing and kissing.

Not enough is written about kissing. How gently sucking lips, touching tongues and the full on feeling around another's mouth with your tongue. It's a lovely experience and a fascinating game of trust about how far to go and when. I was seriously turned on by Caroline happily probing my mouth. By way of explaining why I was not embarrassed by my cock just yet, a description of me. I'm 6 foot, Caroline's 5'2". Leaning over to kiss meant no body contact below the waist. I also wore tight underwear and had my cock pointing up to begin with to keep everything under as much control as possible.

So for the rest of me, as much as Caroline effortlessly managed neat I'm hopelessly scruffy. My hair is straight but sticks up at all angles, I can never look pressed, I'm always creased and rumpled. I like to say I have a slim build but back then I was plain skinny. People say I have the general look of a little boy lost. I had taken advantage of the move to university to grow a beard so I looked more like a lost young man, which I was.

We walked home arm in arm, kissed at her door but that was as far as I was getting. Studies all week then the weekend, a little bit further each time we met. Squeeze of bottom, squeeze of boob. Hand up under her shirt, no bra, glorious.

I was savoring the slow pace, I was dealing with it all without making a sticky mess at least until I got home when I had to fire off a huge wank.

Inevitably the big day had to come. Caroline had had two serious boyfriends before and I had admitted to her I was clueless and had only a basic grasp of what I was supposed to do. In retrospect that must have been completely obvious to Caroline.

It's very sexy when someone does a hot breathy whisper in your ear. I'm not sure anyone has ever beaten Caroline's 'I'm on the pill now, you'd better come in.' Long years of waiting and here it is was. We tumbled through the door. Frantically trying to throw off our clothes before we hit the bed. Caroline's lithe naked body under my hands was unimaginably sensuous, her muscles rippled as she moved. All in the dark, Caroline was never one for the lights on, which made all my other senses heightened.

This might never happen again if I messed up so I took advantage of the situation and went exploring. I kissed down her neck, her shoulders, down to her breasts, she was making all the right sort of noises from my limited knowledge so I continued. After probably over indulging on sucking her nipples I decided to head south. This was necessary to stop my by now explosive cock touching anything that might make it go off. A brief interlude sucking her belly button allowed me to get my hand around and touch Caroline's pussy. I moved my thumb gently up and down and her flesh seemed to part for me. I moved my thumb up again and felt a little hard bit, that got a reaction, must have found her clitoris. This was going well, better than I expected. Further south then, small kisses past the pubes, the smell, the warmth, I was in heaven and then the juices, I said I was mucky didn't I? I put my mouth over her clitoris and worked it with my tongue then pushed my thumb into the entrance of her vagina. I thought it would be a good idea lick upwards and gently roll my thumb around her entrance, one lick to one circle. I was really enjoying doing this when I was hoiked up by my ears.

The time had come.

As a six foot man with a 5 foot 2 woman my masturbatory fantasies had over looked an obvious problem. My large cock. Big cocks are supposed to be a good thing. Women are meant to get lustful at the mere sight of one. In the dark, after my third attempt to battering ram my way into the poor woman the panic in me started to rise. I froze somewhere between, if my cock gets stimulated any more it's going to go off before this has really started and, I'm getting so embarrassed my erection is going to flag.

I was saved by Caroline's clipped instruction, "Get over onto your back."

Relieved someone who knew what they were doing was taking charge I happily complied.

A little hand grappled with my cock to get it lined up. I didn't get the "Oh my god that's a big one" or similar abandoned cry porn would have you believe, just a quiet "Ooh fuck."

Caroline's fingers couldn't touch when they grabbed around my cock. I suppose I've got to give some vital statistics. The circumference is 6 inches. I never quite get length measurements, if I measure looking down, belly button side, it is 8 inches. From the bottom, ball bag side it measures 10, but it's difficult to say where it really starts. If you measure all the way down to the to the bottom of my balls it becomes a very frightening prospect to be confronted by.

Let's settle for 9 inches. Fortunately as it was dark Caroline wasn't able to see how veiny and knobbly it is.

This was it, Caroline pushed down. It is still the best bit for me pushing inside someone else, those first couple of inches, all the stimulation and psychology that got you to that point.

Presumably this is where as a man you loose your virginity, a momentous occasion for me.

My whole body had gone completely rigid at this point, a supersensitive rock hard cock combined with a petrifying fear of premature ejaculation.

Caroline moved slowly down my cock and uttered a small "ow". We'd found our limit.

In the literature men are always slamming their hard cocks in and women are screaming for more. This was never going to happen for me, I realised I was going to have to be very careful with what was quite a dangerous weapon.

Caroline got her measure and started earnestly moving up and down

I remained rigid in every respect.

Far sooner than really appropriate the inevitable happened and my testicles exploded. It actually felt as if I had shot them out of the top of my cock. This repeated over and over again. I've never matched the enormity of that ejaculation. It was if a lifetime of cum came out in one go. All that wanking had been for nothing.

Caroline seemed pleased her efforts had come to end, she popped herself off the end of my cock and made a beeline for the toilet depositing some blobs of cum down my leg on the way. I could hear lots of plops, and wiping before the toilet flushed.

The longer it took the more awful I imagined her reaction was going to be, I got to the stage where I imagined she was going to tell me I was a disgusting animal and demanded I leave.

What a relief when she climbed into the bed gave me a kiss and simply lay on top of me and went to sleep.

Having spent my whole life wanking up to that point, while I'd managed to empty my balls I also felt a bit empty in myself when I had finished. Having emptied my balls to the greatest extent ever and with Caroline lying on top of me, gently breathing, I never felt more full. She really was lovely.

The problem in this romantic scene for me was a new thunderous erection because I really am the disgusting animal I imagined.

I managed to fall asleep somehow and woke to a happy Caroline making coffee. Drinking in bed is an absolute treat. Caroline wasn't one for prancing around with no clothes on, a pity since I was discovering she had the most erotic body.

I wondered how the day was going to turn out as I had an aching hard on left over from the night before. Was it going to be a day of tumultuous passion?

No, it was study, lunch, study, evening meal then making out time. Number two eased the day long erection. While the first time was a blur this time I could relish each stage. Taking our clothes off, kissing as we did so. Caroline's sensuous body, liquid muscle over delicate bones, it never ceased to amaze me how her movements flowed. Her hard sensitive nipples, her little bean clitoris. There was no messing about this time when the time came Caroline had me on my back and was up and down on my throbbing cock. Another enormous orgasm from me, a trip to the toilet to deposit a bucket load of cum and Caroline was on top of me asleep again. Sunday, breakfast, study, lunch, study, evening meal and out.

No number 3 until the next Friday.

Caroline was studying hard, I was wanking hard, my mind in a complete daze of sex.

Wonderful.

Wonderful except at the back of my mind I don't think Caroline had had an orgasm.

3 and 4 confirmed this.

By 5 and 6 we have settled into a routine and by the time I got to double figures I was allowed on top and I was desperately figuring out ways to make the earth move for Caroline.

I pursued two lines of attack. First was keeping going longer, I could tell there was something stirring but Caroline didn't quite know what the feeling was and wasn't sure if she wanted it. It was a real marathon, and I'm speaking from a position of experience now. I really worked hard to desensitise myself, by wanking hard all week, and by thinking about the two old English singers, Max Bygraves and Des O Connor. When I felt I was going to cum I thought about their boring songs as much as I could and this would add minutes to my ejaculation time.

The second line came after discovering how sensitive Caroline was to touch. When she was lying on me one night after a session I started absent mindedly drawing little circles on her back with my finger. As I drew she did ticklish twitches of enjoyment. This was fun, I loved feeling her tight little body writhe. Then I ran my fingers firmly up and down her back, feeling her spine and ribs. She really enjoyed having her shoulders kneaded maybe not her bottom so much but I loved that bit. Even better when after massaging her back I ran my fingernail lightly and slowly all the way up from her bottom crack to to the nape of her neck. I could got her to wiggle and twitch uncontrollably the whole way. After a few minutes she begged me to stop, saying we'd had our fun already that night. My hard on begged to differ but by this stage she had learned to ignore my almost continuous state of erection.

Caroline studied the next day but I plotted and fantasised about what I was going to do later.

I detected Caroline was keener than usual to get started after our evening meal. "Would madam like a sensual massage?" Madame certainly did, whipped her clothes off and was face down on the bed. I started slowly and gently massaging, working up to firmness throwing in a little fingernail tickle to get her jumping around. After about half an hour of this Caroline was in a daze. I started to massage her back with one hand a drew little circles on her bottom with the finger of my other hand. The circles very slowly made their way down Caroline obligingly opened her legs and allowed my finger to circle all the way around her pussy and around her clitoris and then inside. My goodness she was wet, she was really enjoying this. When I thought I'd taken her as far as I could I turned her over and it was back to the usual licking and sucking waiting to be pulled up by the ears to complete the job.

As I got stuck in to enjoying a good old slobbery kiss with Caroline's pussy she started pushing really hard towards me. I pushed back equally hard with my face then she clamped her thighs around my head. This is going really well. Her clitoris was hard and Caroline was grinding it against my tongue, I slipped and inch of my thumb into her vagina and gently made circles in time with her grinding.

Suddenly she stopped grinding and gripped my head even tighter with her thighs and began to curl up. She was small but very strong and I worried if my skull would end up crushed before I was suffocated or after. The only way out I could see was to keep going. The more she tightened her grip the more I relentlessly kept up a steady pace of fingering and licking. Then it happened, my god she went of like a firework. I pushed my thumb in as far as it would go and she squeezed it with her muscles again and again and again. She was pushing against me and writhing about but I pressed against her as firmly as I could licking and slowly grinding circles with my fully inserted thumb.

My first thought was thank god I can breathe again, and my second was, that was as much fun as one of my orgasms.

When her spasms had subsided I moved up and gave her a great big hug. She climbed on top of me and fell asleep.

The next day followed the normal routine and after eating together I made ready to go back to my student room.

Caroline quickly asked if I could massage her back like I did last night. I didn't need to be asked twice.

We followed the same sequence and achieved the same result except I detected more eagerness on Caroline's part as she knew what to expect.

I left early Monday morning with a real spring to my step.

By Friday I had worked out my next move. Once massaging had reduced Caroline to a point of cross eyed delirium and my tongue and thumb had brought her to the point of climax, as she curled up and orgasmed I had worked out there was a short moment between the waves where she relaxed the vice like grip of her thighs from around my head. I almost pulled the move off perfectly the first time, Caroline moaned out as the first wave came and then breathed in really hard, this was my moment I sprang up but didn't get my throbbing cock all the way into Caroline's pussy which then clamped down hard as she gripped me with her arms and legs. With the next wave I pushed in further meeting her thrusts with equal force, as her thrusts gradually subsided I let off my orgasm and we grunted in unison with the intensity of it all.

When we thought it had stopped I only needed to move my cock slightly to coax another small wave from deep inside her. It was fantastically erotic, our tense bodies, heavy erratic breathing, slick sweaty skin and dripping sex.

Saturday night was a slicker transition from from tumb and head clamp to cock all the way in and french kissing, our tongues as urgent as our sex grinding each other.

Sunday was equally as profound.

As I left on Monday morning Caroline said quietly I think you better come round on Wednesday.

We moved in together for our final year of university. We were good for one another and both got good degrees All went really well for us. There was only the odd hiccup such as oral sex for me. After months of me bringing her off Caroline decided she would return the favour. I was really looking forward to the experience and was ready with my erect cock. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Caroline on her knees in front of me looking worried and saying "Don't you cum in my mouth I'll choke." If only we'd got that far. Caroline gingerly took hold of my now throbbing cock and positioned herself to get the top into her mouth, she opened wide pushed her head down. I was having an exciting new erotic experience until her teeth hit, then scraped. Ow! Excruciating pain as she pulled it out and caught her teeth on ridge of my cockhead. Caroline was mortified but I got the giggles. I should have known better, we were both laughing and loving together shortly afterwards, no real harm done.

I was about to finish there but I had a really intense memory today of one of the most enjoyable ways we had sex. Once we had gained more confidence Caroline used to climb on top of me and on top of my cock. She couldn't get it all the way in but would rub her clitoris on the hard bone of my front until she came. This was aided by massaging her back and as soon as Caroline came she would set me off on a big orgasm with her spasming vaginal muscles. One night Caroline lay on me the other way around and squeezed my cock in as far as possible. She tucked her feet behind my knees and stretched her arms up and put her hands behind my neck. This position gave me fantastic access to her stretched and taut body. My hands could massage squeeze and tickle all over her belly, breasts, thighs, ribs and shoulders. She was always so lithe under my touch. I was rolling her nipples between my fingers quite hard and I was just thinking about how exposed her clitoris must be when she came all of a sudden. She held herself tightly in place. I remember crossing my arms one hand to her shoulder the other her hip to firmly hold her until the shuddering stopped. My shuddering as well, can't resist that moment when Caroline cums. Afterwards was wonderful too, that slow gentle relaxing, Caroline arms wrapping around mine, our breathing slowing together and the quiet deflation of my cock until it slid sloppily out followed by oozing cum. What a picture.

That got added to the repertoire of delighting in our bodies and was repeated many times over.

It was all going too well, we'd been successful in our subjects, graduated, kept our little flat on in the expectation it would all continue forever but then the real world crashed in.

It was a terrible time to find a job. I got a local one fairly quickly, it wasn't very good but it paid the bills. Caroline struggled, applying for loads and loads, sometimes getting interviews but never quite landing the job. And then it came in the post one morning.

"I've got that dream job."

"Why don't you sound happy?"

"It's so far away."

"We can make that work, especially as it's your dream job."

"It's very far way away."

"Is it the one in Cornwall or the the one in Aberdeen? I could find another job and move."