American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 5: Sex Monster
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Sex Monster - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
I didn’t get a chance to ask Carrie my questions about her vague statements when we were making love for the first time, because I didn’t deflate. I remained hard as steel and after a couple of minutes, I just slowly started to pump my cock into Carrie’s sweet hot body again. This time I was spooned behind her in a way that I could fondle her breasts and upper body, kiss her with renewed passion, and continue to pump my love into her where or bodies connected. I whispered my love and affection for her. She eagerly accepted me into her over and over, and moaned each time we enjoyed fulfillment.
I reached down with my hand and stroked her clit as I pistoned into her vagina. The effect was a bit like tossing more gasoline on a bonfire. Carrie erupted into a conflagration of passion, lust, and romance an order of magnitude beyond anything I’d ever known.
Carrie had two or three orgasms back-to-back in about as many minutes, or maybe it was just one long orgasm. Her whole body kept spasming and twitching in sync with her moans and gasps of pleasure. Her pledges of eternal love never ceased.
When she could finally talk, Carrie gasped out, “Oh, God, you are a sexual superman. I did pick well – the Universe has so exceeded my dreams and wishes. I was guided to your unlocked car so that I’d find you – you specifically. Somehow the gods knew I needed only you and that you needed me, and they brought us together, and then they’ve helped us merge our bodies together with all this pleasure. Oh, God, I love to fuck with you.” Her whole body shuddered with another orgasm.
When she was still enough for me to touch her again, I again reached down and stroked Carrie’s clit as I slowly oscillated my cock in and out of her tightness. She came almost immediately yet again. Her labia were swollen with lust and gripped my cock on every stroke so I didn’t go too far from her pussy.
“Jim, you’ve given me half a dozen orgasms. I didn’t know I could cum like this. I thought I could only have one a night if I could even have one.” Carrie was gasping for breath. “I hate to say this, but ... well, could you let me rest for a minute. I think I’m about to have a heart attack – and what a way to pass.”
I chuckled, “That’ll be me in a few years, if I’m lucky – sex once a week and a high likelihood of a heart attack.”
She smiled, “But I think it’s a ‘use it or lose it’ kind of thing. If we make love four or five times a day every day, then your body will get used to that and gear up for that to be its normal level of activity. You’ll be making love to me that often, even when we’re in our eighties. We won’t ever slack off. It’s good cardiovascular exercise and will keep you alive and loving me for eons and eons.”
“What a nice thought.” I leaned over and bit Carrie’s shoulder affectionately.
Carrie disconnected and rolled onto her back, “I want you to fuck me like this again. I’ve rested long enough. Put that big cock of yours back inside my warm little love nest, and give me more of your jism.”
I plunged into her body, going faster now because of how her words excited me. We’d have to talk about dirty talk the next day. I wondered how she knew the words that she did.
I came again deep inside my princess – The Princess! Carrie climaxed too, almost losing consciousness in the act she was enjoying such great pleasure.
After we lay there unmoving for many minutes, I picked Carrie’s small nude body up and carried her to my bed. I cuddled her for a long time, and soon we drifted off to sleep.
I regained consciousness without opening my eyes. I knew it was daytime, and I also knew that someone was watching me intently from very close by.
I cranked one eye open.
Carrie’s whole face broke into a huge smile. She was next to me, cuddled against me, and nude. “Can you make love to me again, please?” Her voice was eager and intense, showing her immediate need for our act of passion.
“I can, and I will after I go to the bathroom.”
“I already went. You didn’t wake up. I’ve been watching you. You are so handsome. I love you. My heart just soars with joy being with you – making love with you.”
I waved and trod across the room to take care of a few things. I hoped this wasn’t a dream that I’d wake up from.
When I came back, Carrie took me back into her mouth again and sucked. She stimulated me, but it was the kind of blowjob one might expect from a beginner. I thought of my first few sexual encounters at a young age. I hardened right up, but then I turned the tables on her.
I toyed with Carrie’s clit, and then I went down on her. She was moist and odiferous from our antics the night before.
Carrie moaned, “Oh, dear, God. You ... you’re licking my vagina ... my juices. No one has ever done that to me. Ooooooh.” It didn’t take long after I focused and sucked on her clit; she tried to push my head into her body as she had a lovely climax.
I changed position again, and sank my swollen shaft into her slippery tunnel of love. Carrie experimented with different thrusts she could make to intensify the experience for her, and then kept at it until she had another orgasm. I went a little longer, and realized I wasn’t going to cum, so I just slowed and stopped, leaving my cock soaking deep inside her.
We kissed a few times.
I cautiously asked, “Carrie, how many men have you made love with?” I had decided to broach the issue that had niggled at me the night before. I’d thought of that as the defining question.
She studied me carefully and said in a quiet and shy voice, “One.”
“One?”
“Yes. You. Three times, last night.”
“You were a virgin until last night?” I said in surprise. I delivered the question in staccato fashion, surprised that she’d elected me to be the one to take her most precious gift. I sat up in disbelief after uncoupling from her. I also felt a little miffed that she didn’t tell me ahead of time that I was her ‘first.’
She nodded her head. “I hope that’s all right. I tried to pretend I was experienced.”
I hugged her to me and kissed her, “Oh, honey, darling. You don’t need to pretend with me. I love you just the way you are, however that is. You can be sweet and innocent with me, and I won’t care. I don’t need you to be ‘experienced’. I’ll care for you just as much. You never need to be someone you’re not.”
Carrie argued, “But you’ve had all those other girlfriends, and you’ve had sex with them. I read about some of what you did and how you felt in your journal. You wrote that you had many passionate nights with Marjorie. I know, I’m sorry that I violated your privacy, but what you wrote was sweet and tender. I just wanted to ... be in your journal, too; to turn you on as much as she did. I hope you write about me, and how much I love you and what you did to me ... for me.” Her yearning was palpable and I could see her eyes get glassy with tears. She wanted to please me so.
I hugged Carrie to me and stroked her bare back.
She said, “And I know I probably gave a lousy blowjob. I never touched a man’s penis until last night. I’d only read about what to do in some old sex book I found on a bookshelf in the palace; it had been written in 1936. A couple of the girls that I knew had also done them and talked publicly about what they did. It was hot. Of course, going to an all-girls school didn’t exactly give me an opportunity to try out anything, and the boys I knew over the summers and holidays were scuzzy.”
“You did great. Sometime we’ll watch some porn and learn about how to bring each other more pleasure.”
She pepped up, “Oh, that’d be cool. I know it’s available on the Internet, but I never dared look. Now, I want to – with you.”
“Hang around me, and I’ll corrupt you.”
We didn’t get too far from the apartment that day. We did take a walk because the weather was so pleasant and I needed to recover a bit from spending an inordinate amount of time in bed playing and doing sexual things with each other. Carrie was demanding and insatiable.
That night she insisted that I bring my laptop computer to bed so we could watch some porn. We did about two hours’ worth, starting with blowjobs. Carrie would watch something with great intent, and then have to practice on me. I kept having to stop her, lest I blow my load.
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