katesomerset's blog post - Coming in the love-rag

Why have I entitled this blog as ‘coming in the love-rag’? Wel, read on…..

Many years ago I went out with a girl called Carole (H). I was in my mid to late teens and she was a very mature 16. It took several dates before I was able to get into her knickers, even although she made it quite clear that if things developed, she would gladly ‘open her legs’ for me.

After a few weeks, we eventually made love whilst away for the weekend, camping with my parents. I was prepared for the eventuality with a packet of condoms and when the moment came, she was as good as her word. On our journey home, she said that she needed to go to the shops and we stopped at a town half way into our journey. Carole headed for Boots the chemist, dragging me along with her. When I asked her what it was she wanted, she just replied, ‘wait and see’. I was eventually lead up the ‘ladies hygiene’ isle and when I half protested with a tinge of embarrassment, she just said, ‘get use to it’.

Moments later, she had picked up a packet of Dr Whites sanitary towels and a belt, and was dragging me towards the checkout. Before we left the shops, she popped into the ladies loo and remerged moments later, smiling.

Our journey home was quite quick, especially when Carole said that her parents would be out. On arrival, we soon got down to preliminaries and in no time at all my hand was working its way up Carole’s thigh towards her sex. As I reached her knickers, I felt an enormous bulge in them and looked up towards her. She was looking back at me with a big grin on her face. ‘Oh, sorry’, I muttered, ‘you’re on’, withdrawing my hand quickly. Carole reacted by grabbing my wrist and replacing my hand over the front of her knickers.
‘Not exactly’, she said, laying back fully on the bed and allowing her skirt to rise up around her waist. I had an interrupted view of her white knickers and the thin elasticated belt of her sanitary belt, not to mention the bulge in the front of her knickers and around her crutch.

I continued to play with her and eventually pulled her knickers and towel to one side in order to finger her. Within moments, Carole was coming to a somewhat violent orgasm. I had fingered several girls up to this point and mad love to a few, but I had never had a girl react like this when she came.

After Carole subsided and had removed all my clothes (she was still fully dressed in a white skirt, T-shirt, bra and knickers) she knelt on her bed on her elbows and knees. I reached into the pocked of my jeans, which lay on the floor, and pulled out one of the remaining two condoms from their packet. ‘I think we can dispense with those’, said Carole. I must have shown signs of concern, so she followed it up with ‘I’m on the pill. It’s okay. That’s why I wouldn’t open my legs until now’.

I knelt between Carole’s legs and watched in amazement as she pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side and her Dr Whites to the other. Her extremely large, swollen and wet vagina peered back at me between the two items and my penis was in! I can’t recall how long that session lasted, but it was probably only a few minutes. I remember warning Carole that I was about to come and asked if it was safe. ‘Of course it is, give me a belly full.’ That was all I needed, that and the sight of my penis plunging in and out of her glistening sex. Moments later I exploded inside her, filling her womb with semen.

If I had been wondering why she had put on a sanitary towel that afternoon. Well, Carole lubricated profusely and often wore one to take care of her love juices. Apparently, she had become accustom to wearing a Dr Whites for sex. Once she had taken her lover’s sperm and he had withdrawn, she would simply put the towel in place and allow her juices and her lover’s sperm to leak into it. She told me a short while after that afternoon that she found the feel of the towel between her legs an extra stimulant and loved the feel of it as it became saturated.

Our relationship only lasted a few months and then became casual for a short time afterwards. During our times together, she nearly always wore a Dr Whites or another type of towel for lovemaking. She nicknamed towels used for this purpose as ‘love-rags’. She was an only child and her parents allowed her to entertain her friends in her bedroom up until late evening. One of the advantages of her wearing a love rag was that if one of her parents were to come up the creaky staircase whilst we were making love, I would simply pop into her en suite with my clothes and she would pull her towel and knickers back into place and make out nothing was going on.

Evenings out with Carole were fun too. We made love in the car many times and when I had driven her back to her house, she would remove her Dr Whites and give it to me for disposal, as she was worried that her mother would become suspicious with the number of towels she got through and the fact that she would be using them all the way through the month. On returning to my empty flat after an evening out with Carole, I would take the soggy Dr Whites up to my bedroom and sample the odour of Carole’s love juices and them use the towel to take care of my second ejaculation.

As I said, sadly we parted, but not without one last memorable ‘fuck’. This took place in the woods, over a large fallen tree trunk. Having spent half an hour or so playing with each other, Carole went over to the tree trunk, bent over the trunk and lifted her dress. Her thin pale pink knickers did nothing to hide her love-rag and when I approached her and stood behind her, she instinctively did as she always did and pulled her knickers to one side and her towel to the other. I recall making this last ‘fuck’ (‘fuck’, because that was what it was) last as long as possible and I was amazed at how many times Carole shuddered and came. Eventually, I could hold on no longer and in the fading light I discharged my load into her. The journey back to her house was in silence, as we had both agreed that this was the last time and that we should concentrate on the relationships we had with our new partners.

Once we had arrived at Carole’s house, we got out the car and went around the back of the house. In the driveway leading to the garage, Carole lifted her dress, unhooked her Dr Whites and passed it to me with a knowing smile on her face. ‘Make good use of it’, she said, before bursting into tears as she turned and walked into the back garden.

Carole (H) was the first girl I’d made love to (of ‘fucked’, which is the right word to use where she was concerned), but she wasn’t the last!