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Caroline Ch. 01

By: Daralis



I decide to take the train for a change & after buying a ticket, settle into the hard seat, avoiding the chewing gum. Sitting opposite is an attractive woman about my age, who I assume is a commuter from her briefcase & suit. As I sit down, she smiles at me & she has a lovely, open face with green-grey eyes & a scattering of freckles on her nose. The smile transforms her & I have a strange feeling I can't quite identify. Boy, I definitely picked the wrong day to do public transport! Engineering works mean that we will have to take a bus for some of the journey. I take out the report for the meeting & try to concentrate on what I need to talk about. It's very dry stuff & I can't concentrate. I find myself idly looking at the woman, noticing the hint of cleavage I can see & how her short skirt is beginning to ride up slightly to uncover more toned thigh. To my embarrassment, she looks up at this point & smiles, "Bloody trains, eh?" I can feel my cheeks going pink & wonder if she noticed me looking. I smile & nod & rustle the report in what I hope is a business-like manner. She leans forward & offers her hand, "Hi, I'm Caroline." Her hand is cool in mine & I struggle to reply without looking down her shirt at the swelling of her breasts. I introduce myself & she laughs as her sister & I share the same name. Her breasts tremble as she laughs & I try to concentrate & look at her face. 

All of a sudden I feel much hotter & take my jacket off. I seem to be very aware that my sleeveless blouse is more fitting than I normally wear & as I put my jacket to one side, I think she is watching me. "The colour of that shirt really suits you," she says & again, I feel warmth rising into my face. An older couple arrive in the carriage & Caroline moves across next to me, so they can sit together. She shuffles up the seat closer to me & places her briefcase next to her, rummaging around for a bottle of water. Her left leg is just touching mine & the words on my report are a blur, all I can think about is this contact, nothing else seems to exist. She offers me the water & I take a mouthful, it tastes of lip gloss, strawberry or watermelon. My imagination riots for a brief moment, as I imagine sharing the taste on her lips. Feeling flustered, I make my way to the toilet & find that I'm becoming moist. I can feel my nipples pressing against the soft material of my blouse. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, wondering what on earth is going on. Sure, I've thought some women were attractive in the past, but I've never acted on it or felt it affected me. 

At the next stop, it's complete chaos. All passengers are being herded onto buses & there aren't enough spaces for every one. I stand to one side & ring work to say I have no idea when I'll be in. People are pushing & I've been bashed by a bag more than once. Caroline appears behind me & asks if I'd like a coffee until the stampede dies down, her work have told her not to rush. I'm delighted & we find a small café the other side of the road from the train station. I begin to wonder if I imagined her looking at me earlier. She is funny & beautiful, & I assume already has some one special in her life. As she looks at the menu, her dark, glossy hair falls like a sheet of water across her face & the light picks out hints of blonde & red. We seem to have lots in common, as well as living in the same town. My coffee is finished & I can't think of any more excuses to stay & find myself on my feet, reluctantly having to leave. We say good bye & I start to walk back, feeling disappointed & not sure why. Then I hear my name being shouted & there she is again, waving, smiling & beckoning me back. "Some of us are going out tonight for a birthday celebration, why don't you join us? I'm sure my friends would love to meet you." We swap numbers & agree times etc. & she kisses me lightly on the cheek, lingering longer than I would expect.

I get to work, not noticing the traffic jams or irritated commuters, & stare at her number on my mobile phone. The morning drags & in the toilet I find myself sliding my fingers into my damp knickers. I've never done this before. I know it won't take much more, but don't know how quiet I can be. Frustrated, I return to my desk, & Louise who sits opposite asks if I'm feeling OK as I look a bit red in the face! I certainly don't know her well enough to confide in her.

Caroline Ch. 01.01



A few words:

Hi to all potential readers. Caroline is a very long story, 900 A5 pages and still not finished so a few things before you start.

This is a fantasy – my fantasy based upon a girl I briefly met a couple of years ago. I would lay in bed fantasizing about her and then decided to write them down. From then it just grew, new characters and situations abounded. The hero is me, not, sadly, the me I am but the me I'd like to be. All the other characters, apart from Caroline, are figments of my imagination and Caroline, of course, knows nothing of this: I never met her again..

I use the first person throughout taking three voices, myself, Caroline, and later Joanna. So two women! I hope I have been reasonably true but please remember I created these people and Caroline, especially, is my ideal woman so I hope I haven't offended lady readers. Most of the women are bi-sexual in that they have sexual relationships with their very close friends. The men don't.

There is a lot of sex of all kinds but mostly straight heterosexual twosomes, threesomes, and foursomes. The main focus of the sex is anal because, for better of for worse, that's my bag.

There are sections with no sex (which I indicate). These usually deal with the introduction of new characters and/or character development. Omit them if you will but I hope you will want to know how the characters get to where they're going.

Lastly language. I am English so I use 'British' English and spelling with English idioms. If any cause difficulty I'd be happy to clarify. Just one word causes problems (at least it seems that way from reading comments). In England an 'ass' is a beast of burden or a fool not the derriere. I use the English spelling 'arse' because I prefer it (forgive the pun) and you can get your tongue round it.

Thanks for your indulgence and I hope you enjoy my story. If all goes well I will submit a new chapter every few days.

Vitorio

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 Part 1 Ch. 1.1: The First Time Together 

I withdrew my still hard penis from her tight honeypot as she shuddered in another orgasm and lowered herself face down onto the bed. Before me was a sight to make a eunuch flinch. Here was this lovely young girl with the most beautiful bum laying naked face down on the bed. I looked again at the sweep of her body, down at the lovely indentation of her spine and small of her back, to the dark channel between the cheeks of her bottom. I loved the way her hips flared below her waist which, while not small, was perfectly in proportion to the beautiful cheeks below. I gazed on the indescribable rise of these cheeks and the curves they suggested. This was bliss indeed.

I reached forward and began to stroke her from shoulder to buttocks in gentle caressing movements, running my fingers lightly over the flesh, feeling the curves and contours of her divine body. I leant forward so that my cock was touching her bottom and whispered to her, "Now?"

She replied, "Yes, now, do it Please be gentle."

"As gentle as a soft breeze," I replied.

This would be her first time, she had never been taken in her bottom before. When we talked about this earlier she had expressed surprise that it could be done. She had read about it in books but thought it all a fiction. I told her that it was my favourite form of sex and I would enjoy it very much with her. She had asked why and I told her how wonderful her bottom was. I described the way her hips flared emphasised the curved shape of her body when looked at from the front or back. How it gave her a wonderful 'coca cola bottle' shape. At the same time, the way her bottom 'thrust out' behind, was so exceptionally enticing. There was a roundness to those cheeks and a beautiful shape to their return to her legs.

We were talking about this just after I had spent 15 minutes licking her fresh young sex and bringing her to her second orgasm. (Not the first time she had 'cum by tongue' as it were, but the first by a man!). I said how surprised I was that none of her previous boyfriends had paid much attention to what was undoubtedly a wonderful asset. She had replied by saying that most of them hadn't paid much attention to anything other than getting their dick inside her and/or shooting their load. She'd only orgasmed on a couple of occasions and that was more by accident than design.

I'd gone on to tell her that many women found anal sex to be very enjoyable and some even preferred it to vaginal sex. She'd asked whether it would hurt and I replied that the first few times might hurt a little but if the experience was nice, tender and loving she may grow to enjoy it. I had assured her that this was what I had in mind if she agreed to try. I also said that I thought it important that a woman should have several orgasms so as to be relaxed for the experience - so she could look forward to a few more.

At this point she suggested, sexily, that she might like to get better acquainted with my penis which hadn't featured since I'd taken her earlier. (I hadn't cum - when you get to my age you have to marshal your resources! – my offering was hopefully destined for elsewhere!). She took hold of my, now slightly soft, weapon and moved her head downwards to my groin. As soon as she took hold I realised that, though she may not be experienced in straight or anal sex, she knew how to handle a cock. 

She slowly began to work one hand up and down my tool and to fondle my balls with the other. I quickly became fully hard again as she bent her head to take me into her mouth, the head in first, then sucked strongly causing me some distress – I was almost taken by surprise and shot my load (something I didn't want to do yet). Thankfully I was able to hold back! After the initial suck she began to lick like a lollipop from the base to the head, all the while playing with my balls in a most beguiling manner. Then back for another suck. Her mouth was a moist paradise filled with warm saliva as she sucked on my cock and stroked it with her hands. 

I wondered just how experienced she was at giving head so I said, "Caroline, can you 'deep throat'?"

She looked up and, taking my cock from her mouth, replied, smiling, "How deep do you want it?"

"As deep as you enjoy," I said smiling back.

She began then to take all of me into her mouth. As she swallowed it, I could feel the back of her throat with the end of my penis and her nose tickling my pubic hairs.

"Jesus, Caroline," I said, "that is fucking fantastic. But not too much or you'll get a mouthful of male essence!."

She pulled her head back off my cock and looking at me coquettishly said, "I wouldn't mind," she said, "I think I'd like the taste of your spunk!" This from the lovely Caroline!!

She went back to sucking and deep throating my cock. Laying on my back I could look down and see this lovely blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock – I didn't think that I could stand much more of this and, much as I would have liked to fill her mouth, I wasn't ready to 'waste' it here (at least not this time - but more later).

I put my hand on her head to bring her to a halt and she looked up, almost sadly, and stopped her most enjoyable sucking. She snuggled up until we were level and we kissed and touched for a while. As I kissed her my hands slid down to her lovely rounded bottom and I jokingly suggested that it was time I got to know it a bit better. She languidly turned face down on the bed, turned her face to me and smiled, "Go on then," she said.

As I sat up I gazed on the beautiful sight before me. The soft curve of her back indented by the undulations of her spine blending in with the upward rise of her buttocks and that valley of pleasure between. I leant forward and softly kissed her neck, her shoulders and the top of her spine. Then I ran my hands down the length of her back and over her bottom, feeling the smooth softness of her skin and causing her to utter a long drawn out "Ooohhh." I put my tongue at the top of her spine and began to run it down the whole length, gently tickling her and tasting the slight sheen of sweat that had appeared after her last orgasm. It was heavenly. As I reached the base of her spine I darted my tongue into the top of the crevice between her buttocks but I didn't want to go deep just yet. I wanted to try to bring Caroline to orgasm just by stimulating her anus and her tits. If I could do that, and she enjoyed it, it would prepare her well for her later anal initiation with eight and a half inches of my cock. 

Still licking her body at the base of the spine and the top of her buttocks, my hands caressed her bottom cheeks and stroked the area at the top of the back of her legs, that very sensitive area near the perineum (I was saving this area for a little later!). Now I began to lick and kiss the cheeks of her bottom, determined to cover every square inch of this lovely terrain and, after I had done so, moved to that area between her legs. As I approached with my tongue she must have felt my breath brush across this most private area because she let out another long "Ooohhh" and opened her legs a little more. I reached up and parted her cheeks and looked at her tight crinkled rosebud. How small it was, how tight it would be. I almost came at the thought of my cock gripped by it. The ring itself was perfectly proportioned with a lovely golden sheen formed by the very light hair that ran over her buttocks. Her anus was not hairy (rather like her sex) and, to an old arse worshipper like me, looked so desirable. Again I experienced this animalistic desire to debase her, to take her dark virginity with my rock hard dick. To get as far inside her as I could and make her beg for mercy as I sodomised her before I filled her tight body with hot juice. But I allowed it to wash over me and disappear.

I began to lick the crack of her bottom at the top, gently flicking my tongue between the cheeks and then, using my whole tongue, giving a full lick, coating the valley with saliva. When I reached her tight little ring with my tongue she whimpered in pleasure and started to move her hand to her mound. 

"Don't Caroline," I said, "Just 'feel' your bottom and boobs. You're going to cum that way." She muttered a little protest but moved her hand away.

I continued down past her anus and onto her perineum, that intensely sensitive part of both men and women, but I didn't go as far as her sex. I wanted the focus to remain on her bottom. Licking backward and forward between her vagina and her anus caused a continued shuddering in Caroline. She was mewing softly in pleasure as I continued to lick and kiss her. 

I was getting quite excited myself at this stage, sucking and licking a beautiful girl's bottom and anus is a great turn-on for me, especially when I hope to take them later. (Having said this however, I enjoy doing it even if I don't get to do so). I moved directly to her tight little rosebud with my tongue, first coating it with plenty of saliva (not good enough for a penis but OK for tongue or finger). At first I concentrated on the area around the ring itself by holding her cheeks apart to gain perfect access. I wanted to stimulate her tits at the same time so I had to use my face to keep the cheeks apart. As I thrust my tongue directly into her anus I reached up with one hand and started to play with her tits. I noticed that her nipples were as hard as stones and, as I started to play with them, she moaned again in pleasure.

My tongue was now firmly planted in her back entrance which had loosened somewhat and opened a small amount. I rolled my tongue and began to push it in and out at the same time as playing with her nipples. After a few minutes of this most pleasant exercise I removed my tongue from her rosebud and, now that it was quite loose and covered in saliva, inserted my middle finger. As she was open I decided to take a risk and push it in quite a way quickly to see what effect it had. Hey, did she go wild! I couldn't believe the way she reacted – she loved it. As I reached the second joint she thrust her bottom back at me and got my finger all the way in.

"Is that good?," I said.

"Oh, yes, fantastic," she replied, "I didn't think that it would feel this good, but I didn't think that you were going to put it in yet."

I laughed, "You haven't got my JT yet, only my finger. That comes later!"

"It feels so big and I feel so full. Will I be able to do it."

"I'm sure that you can, just enjoy the finger for the moment and let yourself go."

So saying I started moving my finger in and out to fuck her tight little arse. At the same time I continued to play with her nipple, pinching and squeezing. I was able to move my face nearer to her anus as my finger went in and out and was gently stimulating her ring with my tongue as it did so. I could see the tight rubber ring of her anus clutching at my finger as it invaded her. I was in seventh heaven at this time – there's only one better thing to do than this! I had to be very controlled or I would have deposited my load on the bed and lost out on my aim of breaching this gorgeous bottom later (I'm afraid I'm a 'one shot' merchant now). She seemed to be enjoying my ministrations, so I thought I'd see if she could take two fingers. Her rose was definitely looser now after the fingering and very wet with my saliva so two fingers went in with a little stretching and, it seemed, without any discomfort. 

Despite my increasing desire to 'rape' this beautiful virgin derriere, I didn't want to be too rough with her at this point, not to turn her off the idea of having sex this way for the first time, so I went very gently forward with these two fingers. I did, however, want to bring her to orgasm if I could. She was obviously enjoying the feeling of something in her back door because she started to move onto my fingers when they were withdrawn and I thought I detected an approaching orgasm as she again reached down to touch her sex. I didn't want her to do this so I thought that some talk may bring her on, as it were, so I said, "Caroline, do you like my fingers in there?"

She responded, breathlessly, "Oh yes, it's a lovely feeling. Strange but lovely."

"What about my tongue, did you like that?"

"Yes."

"What do you want now?"

She surprised my absolutely by replying, "I want you to lick me there, stick your tongue up inside and make me come. Please lick my arse. Stick your tongue in my bottom. Please!!"

How could anyone refuse such a lovely request, it looked like I was on track! I moved round, leaving her nipple, so that I was laying full length between her open legs and I could focus all my attention on tonguing this delectable dark retreat. I alternated between using my whole tongue to lick from the back of her sex across her perineum, across her anus, and up the valley between her cheeks; and pushing my tongue into her back passage. At the same time I massaged the cheeks of her bottom. It didn't take long for her to explode into orgasm as my rolled tongue was thrust into her tight little nether hole like a tiny penis. She thrust her beautiful rear back at me and shuddered before collapsing flat on her face. Her breathing was shallow and she seemed almost asleep afterwards as I crawled up level with her.

"Well?," I said.

"Oh god," she said, "That was like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't believe I said those things, used those words, but it was like somebody else taking over my body. I couldn't think of anything else except my bottom and what you were doing to it."

"Want to go for the whole thing?"

"Oh yes, I'd love to get that feeling again in my arse but you are quite big. Oh, there, I've started to talk like that again. It seems that, when I think of having you there, my head gets all 'dirty'."

I laughed, "I don't mind 'dirty', the 'dirtier' you talk the better for me. Do you like to hear that kind of thing?"

"I don't really know. I've never talked like that before and none of the boys I've been with have talked very much once they started."

"Well," I said, "Just say what you feel, and don't worry about size – you'll manage. Take my word for it!"

She replied, coyly "Oh, I really do want to try it for real with your cock but will you make love to me properly again before you do it?" and looked at me with eyes so innocent I almost buggered her there and then!.

However, as I had in mind to take her again (I wanted her to orgasm again before I entered her virgin bottom) I responded, "Anything you want Caroline. What position is your favourite?"

"I haven't tried many 'positions'. I've been with quite a few boys but its always been pretty much the same, me underneath, them on top," she giggled, "fumbling around. With you its been different, you've thought of me and my pleasure. It's been a bit like some of the women's books that I read, you know, the romantic stuff."

"Perhaps its just because I'm older," I said, "and possibly a little wiser. I think sex is about giving pleasure as well as taking. I've had almost as much pleasure out of watching you enjoy yourself as I would have having an orgasm myself. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you can. Have you got a fantasy position – come on you must have read some things in these modern girls magazines!"

"Oh they're all very silly, they just talk about sucking but I do read Cosmopolitan and a lot of the women write in about being 'on top' – can I try that?"

"Sweetheart, we can try anything you like. Tell you what, we'll start that way and then see what happens!."

So saying I began to kiss her lovely mouth and fondle her breasts to rouse her once again. My hand then went down to her vagina and started to stroke backwards and forwards along its length. She got wet almost immediately (I decided that this was one hot little lady!) as I focused on the little bud of her clitoris with my thumb.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "please do it now, I want you in me."

I rolled onto my back with my, now very hard, prick standing to attention, "Climb on board," I laughed, "its all yours!" I don't think that she was seeing anything funny, she was really hot and, without saying anything, she straddled my hips, took hold of my erection and guided it into her waiting honeypot. She didn't bear down immediately but, from the look on her face, was obviously just savouring the feeling of my cock at the entrance of her vagina.

"Oh, that feels so different," she said. She looked me directly in the eye and smiled seductively as she bore down on me. The expression on her face was heavenly and I nearly spilt my load at the look of absolute pleasure she displayed. She continued to bear down on and take me all into her tight, hot tunnel of love. I'm not enormous but am fairly well endowed and she seemed to be enjoying every inch of it as she threw her head back and began to bounce up and down on my very erect penis. What a sight! She was beautiful, this young woman letting herself go with abandon, her small firm tits moving with her up and down motions, her face lost in pleasure.

I reached up and began to touch her boobs. I wanted very much at that point to put my arms around her and feel her body close to mine so I whispered, "Caroline" to bring her back a little way. She looked at me with wide eyes as I reached out to her and then she fell forward into my arms. We covered each others faces with kisses as she continued to pleasure herself on my cock.

"Don't cum yet," I whispered in her ear, "make it last, enjoy."

"It feels so good like this. I wish it could last forever."

"Turn round," I said, "I want to see that lovely bottom of yours as you work my cock."

Without getting off me she turned around and faced my feet. What a sight. As she leant forward I could see her tight little ring just behind my penis going in and out of her. It would open just a little bit as she rose up and tighten as she bore down. How I wished I had two cocks so I could fill both holes together. I reached forward and began to massage the cheeks of her bottom, pulling them gently apart to see more of her delicious rosebud as it clenched and unclenched. The view before my eyes almost brought me to orgasm but, again, I managed to hold on for the later anal initiation.




Caroline Ch. 01.01



She was obviously nearing another orgasm so I suggested changing positions before that happened. She reluctantly climbed off me and I positioned her on her side with the top leg drawn up to her chest. This exposed both her pussy and anus. God, it was difficult not to bugger her then and there but I put my penis in her sex and began to stroke her in earnest. She seemed to like this position, especially when I started to tease her exposed clitoris and it wasn't long before I sensed her approaching orgasm. I would have liked to take her from the rear 'doggy style' before she came again but I feared it would be too much for me to be able to hold out much longer. Moving over her I ran my finger around her ring piece at the same time as my other hand played with her clit. As soon as my finger touched her still lubricated nether hole she pushed back so my finger entered to the first knuckle. She came almost immediately with a cry of "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck" and her body almost vibrated as the pleasure coursed through her. Again I had to exercise complete control – believe me not easy when you see a beautiful young woman completely loose herself in orgasm.

So here we are, at the point where she is giving me her anal virginity, the first man to go there. The first male member to split those beautiful cheeks. The first man to stick his JT into that tight little cavern of love. The first man to fill her bowels with his cream. They say that sex is mostly in the mind – it certainly was in mine. I didn't think that this first initiation would last very long, I certainly wasn't going to!

I knew that it was important for the future that this went well so I reached for the tube of KY on the dresser.

"Kneel, Caroline," I said, "stick that lovely derriere in the air."

She pulled her knees underneath her and pushed her bottom up in the air. I gently parted her knees and pushed her head down so that she was totally presenting herself for her virginal trial. She was looking back at me with a soft smile on a face that looked a tiny bit apprehensive.

"Will it hurt?" she asked again.

"Yes, it will at first," I replied as I massaged the cheeks of her bottom. I wanted to be honest with her, "But if you enjoy it the discomfort should go away."

"I hope so," she said, "I want this to be good."

"I'm going to use some lubricant to make it easier," I said, "just try to relax."

As we were talking I squeezed some KY and began to massage my cock with it. When it was nice and covered I squeezed some more and started to massage it around Caroline's anus. Not right inside yet, just around the tight little ring. Then another squeeze, this time directly into her bottom hole, and a massage gently inside. She gasped as I applied the KY and I asked, "Are you OK?"

"Ooohhh, that feels good. It's cold!!," she laughed as she pushed back slightly on my massaging finger. 

"I'll warm you up in a moment," I laughed back and pushed a little further in. 

"Are you ready," I asked.

"Oh yes," she responded and thrust her bottom back a me. "Stick your cock in my arse, fuck me up the arse, pleeeease."

Obviously focusing on her bottom released a totally different, completely uninhibited Caroline. I placed my now fully erect cock at her tight little ring. It seemed impossible that this tiny opening could receive it but I was certainly going to try. I pushed forward gently on the puckered anus which failed to open up to my attempted entrance.

I said softly, "Relax, just open to me." She sighed and, suddenly, my cockhead surged past the obstruction and was buried in her rectum. Caroline gasped and I kept very still. I wanted her to get used to the feeling of my cockhead inside her and, if I did move too much, I would end up spilling my load. Caroline herself also kept very still. I could see the skin on the small of her back 'fluttering' as the feeling of being buggered registered on her.

The pressure on my cock was marvellous. Her anal ring was gripping my penis just below the head where it narrows; it was like a tight, but extremely pleasant, rubber band. I savoured this for a few moments then said to Caroline, "Are you OK? Does it hurt?"

"I'm OK and yes it does," she replied breathlessly, "but keep going."

I continued to push forward into her tightness and, after another two inches, stopped again for her to get used to the feeling. This brought a sob from her, it was obviously painful.

"Is it still hurting," I asked, really concerned that she should really enjoy this first experience of anal sex.

"Yes," she said, "but it's not so bad. Go on, I want to try to have it all, please. Don't mind if I hurt a bit."

I looked down and saw her beautiful bottom, set below her waist like an upturned heart, pushed up in the air and thrust back towards me. I saw that lovely valley between violated by my solidly erect penis driven four inches into her anus. The tight walls of her rectum were gripping my cock and I felt again this animal desire to drive into her completely, to rape her with no care for her feelings. To debase her, to cause her pain, to thrust forward so hard that I would bury myself inside her. It was difficult to resist but thankfully I was able to do so and remain (fairly) calm. It seems to me true that the male sex drive is very basic and sometimes difficult to control.

After a few moments of stillness Caroline seemed to relax a bit, the pain apparently subsiding so I pushed forward a little more to get about 5 inches into her. At this point her sob changed to a little sigh and she began to mew softly, rather like a cat purring. I figured she was enjoying it! "How is it now?" I asked hoping she was.

"Mmm, that's nice. It hurts just a little bit but it's a nice hurt. I don't want it to stop. Is there any more?" she asked coquettishly. 

My response was to thrust all of 6 inches into her but I felt an obstruction at this point. She wasn't used to anal sex so she almost certainly hadn't prepared herself to be buggered. I thought it best not to try for any more penetration: what I had was driving me close to orgasm and I had to last a bit longer - I hadn't really fucked her here yet. So I stayed still for a while and massaged her bottom with my hands until she started to, very slowly, move herself on my swollen member. This was the sign I needed, she was OK with me inside her, she liked being sodomised!

I drew myself out until only the head was inside her and looked down again. Her tight little anal ring was gripping me as if it never wanted to let it go. I drove forward, releasing some of the tension that was pent up in my body and mind. I still didn't go too hard, I wanted her to enjoy this. I got 6 inches in and withdrew almost totally.

Caroline looked back over her shoulder and said breathlessly, "Come on, fuck my arse. Fill me up. Oh how I want your cock in my arse. Give me it all. Come on, fuck me, fuck my arse. Fill my arse with your spunk. Cum in my arse."

This was almost too much for me. Obviously, Caroline was very sensitive to anal stimulation. It seemed to bring out a completely different side to her. I started on her sweet nether entrance in earnest, backwards and forwards, stroking her as hard as I dared. She was moving onto me so hard that I was sure it must be hurting when I hit the obstruction but she seemed to be over the moon.

I knew it wouldn't be long now, if fact, I was amazed I had lasted this long. Sure enough I began to experience the gathering of feelings prior to orgasm. My whole being was centred on my penis thrusting in and out of Caroline's clenching little (virgin no longer) rosebud and my balls dangling tightly below. I sensed as well that Caroline was nearing orgasm too; her breathing was coming in gasps, her body seeming to writhe in the pleasure she was receiving from me inside her tight rear channel.

Then I came, like a crashing wave (it really was like that – no kidding) hitting me, and I began to pump my essence into Caroline's bowels, deep inside her. As I pumped, Caroline let out a long ,"Aaaaaaaaaaaagh" and I could both see the effect on her body and feel the clenching of her anal tract on my cock. It was as if her orgasm was trying to milk cum from my body. I'd seldom felt anything like this before, it wasn't often that anal or straight sex had ever given me this intense feeling of being milked, drained, used, if you like, by this woman to satisfy the desire of her virgin bottomhole for my offering.

I finished cumming after 5 or 6 jets and Caroline came down from her high soon afterward. I like to remain inside a woman after anal sex until I get soft and am 'expelled'. It's a great feeling. On this occasion, however, my orgasm had been so intense that I needed to withdraw for some rest so I pulled out of Caroline while still quite hard. I could see the puckered ring or her anus, which had expanded to take my penis, closing gently. There was a little dribble of cum as I removed myself and it almost seemed as this ring was reluctant to let any escape. Slowly her anus closed and I bent forward to place my tongue on her rosebud and gently lick the mucus and spunk. Caroline sighed again and lowered herself down onto the bed.

I moved back up level with her and, in that calm period immediately after orgasm, placed my arms round her and hugged her close to me.

"That was fantastic," I said truthfully, "did you enjoy it?"

"It was out of this world," she said, "I don't think that I have ever experienced anything close to that feeling. I was like being full up all over. I could feel everything your prick was doing and when you started to cum, I could feel it inside me."

"Would you do it again?"

"Oh yes please, Now?"

I laughed, "I'm sorry darling, but whilst the spirit is very willing, the flesh is weak. It will be a while before I'll be fit for anything. It's not every day that I get to stay hard for a couple of hours, bring a beautiful girl to orgasm five (?) times and then come in her delightful derriere."

"I actually came six times, twice with you in my bottom," she replied, giggling. "I suppose I'll have to wait until next week then."

"So we're going to do this again are we?"

"You bet," she said. And then, "I must go to the loo, back in a minute." I watched as this lovely young woman got off the bed and went into the bathroom, she was indeed a thing of beauty with a body (and particularly bottom) to die for.

"Mike," she said when she returned and lay down beside me, "can I ask you a question?"

"Of course darling, fire away."

"It's a bit embarrassing really but I wanted to ask whether you put it all inside me just now, only I didn't feel you up against me? Aren't I awful? It's just when I think of you in my bottom I don't really care about being 'proper'."

"Don't worry about that, no I didn't put it 'all in'."

"Why, were you frightened of hurting me?"

"I didn't think that I was hurting you," I laughed, "you seemed to be enjoying it at that time."

"Oh, I was. I was just curious. I sort of wanted all of you. I suppose I was being greedy."

"I can handle that," I said smiling. "The reason is sort of difficult to explain without being crude. If you think of it that your bottom is designed for pushing things out not for something to be put in."

"Yes," she interrupted, "but it was nice when you put it in."

"Shush you minx and let me finish," I chuckled. "Well, if there is something in your bottom waiting to come out then anything trying to get right in won't be able to."

"Oh," she said, looking pensive, "I see. Well what can I do about it?"

"Well I'm not an expert," I said, ."...

"You certainly knew what you were doing in my bottom," she interrupted laughing, "it seemed pretty expert to me!"

"Hush woman, and listen, some women I have known prepare for sex by ensuring they are empty there. Some gay guys I know, and I mean as friends (I only like female bottoms), who do this a lot use an enema beforehand when they get ready for sex. They say it's the best way because it's clean and they are more sensitive and experience more sensuality when completely empty. Some of the woman I've been with have told me they used enemas. Those who were very sensitive in their bottoms said that they enjoyed it as a prelude to anal sex."

"Oh, I understand now," she said, blushing slightly. She was such a charming girl; a blush when talking about it now but totally sexual when getting down to the anal sex. "I'll ask Joanna about it. She's a nurse."

"Will you tell her about having anal sex for the first time"?"

"Oh yes, we talk about boys and everything. I'll be able to tell her that I've been with a man! not some silly boy. She'll be really interested and she'll be really jealous that I've found you."

"Thanks, you make me feel young again. I only wish that I could perform like a youngster."

"I like you as you are. Nobody has ever made me feel like you did today. I can't wait for next week!"

"Come on," I said, "let's have a shower together."

And we did.

Then we had a long lunch (it was after two by the time we had dried off). I realised that I had been hard for nearly two and a quarter hours and only come once, maybe there was life in the old dog yet. After lunch I took Caroline home and watched her swaying bottom as she walked up the path to her door. I wondered whether I would have another go at making love to that delicious bottom.



Caroline Ch. 01.02



Caroline – Part 1: Ch. 1.2

Mike meets Caroline and ends where he began. 

I first met Caroline at a friend's house. She was having a party and Caroline was staying with her to help out. I found out later that they worked together. When I first saw her I couldn't believe what I saw. She was breathtaking, or rather her bottom was breathtaking. 

I should explain that the one thing in a woman that really turns me on is her bottom. Those wonderful curves with that hidden valley between and the forbidden tunnel of love. I was an 'arse' man through and through and did she have an arse!! So when I saw Caroline I was immediately smitten. Smitten then, of course, only in my mind as she seemed quite young and I am in my fifties. The problem was, after we were introduced, I couldn't keep my eyes off her (or her bottom).   *

Caroline is above medium height, about 5'9", with blonde hair (with the odd highlight) cut in a bob which framed her face. I wouldn't call her beautiful, rather pretty, even cute, with a full mouth and a delightful button nose. She did have big blue eyes which (I later found out) could be devastatingly sexy and a really beautiful smile. She had a nice shape, for me anyway; not too big in the chest, probably a bit small for the youth of today, but then I've never been a 'tit' man.

As I said, it was her bottom. Full, round, an almost perfect shape that jutted insolently. Her full hips flaring in almost perfect proportion from her, not to thin, waist and finishing with an up thrust at the top of her legs. And she surely couldn't get jeans any tighter! With the lovely small dome of her tummy she was absolutely delightful.

I must admit that I stared! Unfortunately she caught me staring which seemed to embarrass her (it certainly embarrassed me). I really don't know what came over me other than a case of outright lust. Even after being caught staring I continued to do so. Luckily I wasn't there very long, only about 15 minutes delivering a message before I left. I said goodbye to her and was pleased to receive a delightful smile from her and a very firm gaze from those lovely blue eyes.

I'm afraid the five fingered widow put in an appearance that evening (and on several others) as I imagined myself buggering her in many different positions. Little did I know what fate had in store!

About a week later I had to pop into my pal's shop and deliver a parcel. I couldn't leave it for her but had to give it personally. When I entered the shop it was empty except for Caroline. 

"Hi," I said, "Is Sarah about?"

"Hello Mike," Caroline replied, "She's just gone out, probably be back in a few minutes."

"Hi Caroline," I said, "I'm surprised you remembered my name."

"How could I forget someone who so completely undressed me with his eyes," she responded, laughing.

I took a deep swallow, oh dear. I was really embarrassed and I had to wait for Sarah to return. I decided on trying a humorous response. 

"Look, I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable but my plea in mitigation is that I hadn't seen anything quite as beautiful as you since the Mona Lisa in Paris".

She laughed, "I'll bet you didn't undress her with your eyes".

"She wasn't wearing jeans as tight a yours", I replied, laughing. 

This seemed to lighten up the atmosphere and Caroline said, "Why don't you have a seat, I'll just carry on." So saying she did. As she was wearing jeans as tight (if not tighter) than those of last week I was treated to quite a show. Was she was doing it on purpose? She seemed only to have reach up high to get something down and put it on the floor or pick something up to stack it up high. As she never bent at the knees always at the waist I had a magnificent view of her bottom. I must admit that I again was beginning to stare, to become mesmerised by her beautiful derriere.

She must have felt my eyes on her but she didn't seem overly bothered and, after about five minutes of this, I decided to speak up. I don't know what prompted this, possibly her outrageous presentation or my complete capture by her wonderful body, but anyway I did.

"Do you know Caroline that you are very beautiful", I said.

"None of my boyfriends has ever told me that before", she replied turning and looking directly at me.

"Then they are either blind or stupid, or both!" I said.

"I don't think that I'm very pretty", she said coyly, looking at me with those big blue eyes, "my bottom's too big and my chest too small".

"I think that you are just perfect, nothing's too big, nothing's to small," I laughed in response, surprised that she was actually flirting with me.

She smiled in response then said, raising her eyebrows, "I wonder what were you thinking when you were watching me just now. You seemed very interested!"

This put me in a difficult position. What I was thinking I certainly couldn't tell a seemingly innocent young woman in a shop at 10 in the morning. I had mentally been balls deep in her bottom at the time and she must have felt some sort of empathetic reaction. 

"I don't think I can do that Caroline, not here anyway." I laughed, then I volunteered in a very slight hope, "and certainly not until I get to know you better".

"Why don't you take me to lunch tomorrow, then?" she said. I was totally astounded, this came out of the blue. She must have noticed my complete astonishment because she said, "Don't you want too?".

This kicked me out of my reverie, "Want to", I said, "of course I want to. What red blooded man wouldn't want to take you out. It's just that I'm surprised, I must be nearly three times your age. I'll be accused of 'cradle snatching' and you'll be accused of 'grave robbery'".

"I don't really care", she said, "I quite like you. You're the only man who ever called me 'beautiful' and anyway, I like older men. I'm fed up with silly boys who only think of one thing!"

"OK", I said, "I'd love to take you to lunch. When?"

"Tomorrow's my day off. Is that all right?"

We discussed where I should pick her up and what time in the morning, quickly making the arrangements and I ended by giving her my phone number just in case. At that point Sarah returned to the shop and Caroline and I continued as if nothing had happened as I dealt with my business with Sarah. As I left the shop I turned for one last look at this beautiful young woman and she rewarded me with a delightful smile.

I couldn't really believe that this was actually happening to me but, sure enough, next day she was waiting for me. I took her to a pub out in the country. One where there was space to sit and talk. We got to know each other. She was, I found out, nearly twenty one. She lived with her girlfriend Joanna in a small flat. She didn't speak of her parents and I later found out why. She had no boyfriend at present; she seemed quite dismissive of boys generally and I wondered if she had had some bad experiences but I didn't want to press it this early in the relationship.

Caroline is a good conversationalist, she's fairly widely read and liked cinema and music so we had quite a bit in common. We talked for the whole lunch time and when I finally looked at my watch, it was nearly three. She had to go as she was meeting Joanna so I drove her back. As she got out of the car and walked down the road I couldn't take my eyes off her delicious bottom. She was wearing one of those long, loose skirts that emphasise the shape of the lower back and she 'swayed' up to her front door. Was this even better than jeans?

On the way back I'd asked if we could do this again, but she seemed a bit hesitant so I didn't push it. I supposed that I should be thankful for one pleasant lunch time with a pretty young girl. I didn't know till much later that she was hesitant because she wanted to discuss things with Joanna. She was, evidently, quite attracted to me but was worried about her feelings.

Later that evening the phone rang. It was Caroline. My stomach did flips, Yes or No?

"Hi Caroline, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I just called to say how much I enjoyed lunch today and to say that I was free on Sunday if you wanted to do it again".

"Of course, I'd love to", I said, over the moon.

Sunday went as well as the previous Tuesday, we laughed a lot, talked a lot; it was a wonderful experience to be with such a vivacious young woman. I suppose the only thing that spoilt it was the disapproving looks that we got from several people. I asked Caroline about it but she didn't seem bothered.

I took Caroline out on a few more occasions and we had a great time talking and laughing. She made me feel young again and the age difference didn't seem to bother her. Then things changed quite drastically (for the better I might add).

We were at the same pub. We'd finished the meal and were sitting in the gardens finishing a bottle of (very good) wine. The sun was shining, glinting on her blond highlights, she looked adorable. 

I suddenly felt insecure, maudlin I suppose. I said to her, "Caroline, why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be out with youngsters, boys your own age?" She looked at me almost hurtfully and I quickly added, "Not that I wouldn't rather have you here with me. I just wonder why."

Those big blue eyes turned full on towards me and she said, "Because you make me feel important, a real person. You are kind, you're polite and I feel safe with you, unthreatened. And you're the only man who ever said I was beautiful!" she added smiling.

"I'm not sure I about the 'safe' bit," I said, jokingly.

"Oh I mean, I know you want me," she said looking at me with a wan smile on her face, "I can tell by the way you look at me. I don't mind that, I suppose I quite like it, it makes me feel important, but you don't push it. When I go out with boys of my own age all they want to do is get into my knickers or put their hands up my blouse. You treat me like a real woman, you make me feel important, individual, not some 'body' to be used for sex. You're interested in me as well as in my body".

"It's true," I said thoughtfully, "I do want you. I don't think that any man in his right mind could fail to . . ."

"There you are", she said, "you make me feel good, you complement me all the time. With you I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world because you treat me that way." 

I got the feeling she was trying to stay away from the "wanting" bit. She was obviously aware of my desire for her, a desire which had been and was growing all the time. Its impossible to be around such a lovely young woman, with a lively and vivacious personality and not feel a rise in sexual desire. And when that woman has a body, particularly a bottom, as cute as Caroline's it's almost impossible to curb that desire. I was determined from our first 'date', however, that I was not going to jeopardise our relationship by 'trying it on'. If it was going to happen I would let her instigate it. I valued her company too much to ruin things by bringing sex so blatantly up front.

"Well," I said, emphasising the important words and looking directly into those lovely blue eyes, "you are beautiful, I do want you, and I do enjoy being with you but you certainly won't be treated like an object by me. You are a lovely person and I like you too much to insult you in that way!" 

And I really meant it, she was too lovely, but deep down part of me knew that I was being untruthful to myself. I wanted her badly, very badly indeed. Wanted to 'use' her body as much as any of the other boys she had been with, probably more so as what I had in mind was to breach that tight little (possibly virginal) bottom and see her writhing in pleasure beneath me. If I allowed my dark desires to surface I should take her immediately without thought for her. I think that she must have sensed some of how I felt but it pleased her that I was able to hold it in check. Perhaps this realisation somehow made her feel more real, more valued. But I also knew that I did like her, she was a nice person, had a lovely personality and was fun to be with. She had brightened up my rather dreary life and I didn't want to lose that.

After this short exchange she went rather quiet and I feared that I had upset her. I was always so conscious of not loosing her company, realising how lucky I was. After a little while she perked up and we again began to chat about many things, smiling and laughing together. God, it was heavenly to be with her.

As we drove back to her flat however, she became very quiet again and I said to her, "Are you OK, I haven't upset you have I, I'm sorry if I have."

She looked over at me, "No it's OK, it's me", she said and lapsed into quiet again.

When we got to her flat I turned to her apprehensively and said, "Will I see you on Sunday?". I was really worried that it had all gone wrong but there didn't seem to be anything I could do to salvage the situation.

She must have sensed my feelings as she replied, "Sure, I'll phone you tonight". With that she was gone, bouncing along the path to her door – I thought I'd lost her.

I got back to my place in the foulest of moods. I was sure that it was over and, after half a bottle of wine, decided that I should be thankful for the times I had had with her. She would fuel my fantasies for a long time. When the phone rang later I had convinced myself that I would never hear form her again so I was surprised to hear her voice on the phone.

"Hello Mike," she said. I was so sensitive to everything about her, she never said Hello always Hi, was this the final goodbye? My stomach dropped through my shoes.

"Hi Caroline," I said, "it's good to hear from you".

"I just wanted to talk about Sunday. Can we have lunch at your house, I haven't been there yet and we can be nice and private".

I was almost speechless but managed to reply, "Err, sure. Of course we can have lunch here. I haven't asked you before because I didn't want you to feel threatened by being on your own with me!" For some reason I felt it necessary to defend myself, don't ask me why!

She laughed. "I told you," she said, "I feel safe with you. Pick me up at the usual time, bye." And, with that she was gone.

Boy, was I confused. Even in that brief conversation she seemed different somehow, confident, more direct. I wondered what had happened but primarily, I wondered how Sunday would go. I'd never really been alone with Caroline in a situation where sex could rear it's head. Oh, we'd been in pubs and restaurants alone together and, of course, in the car. I don't find cars particularly romantic so I never really had the inclination to 'try it on' so I didn't know how I would react. Could I remain the gentleman? Only one way to find out!

Sunday couldn't come quickly enough for me and, as I pulled up outside her flat, I couldn't wait to see Caroline. She came out of her door and down the path and looked a million dollars. Dressed simply in blouse and jeans (tight as usual) she was good enough to eat. She got in the car, leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, "Hello Mike," she said smiling and, putting her hand on my leg, "let's go."

I didn't know how to react. She'd never done this before. Something had changed but I didn't know what.

I started to drive very carefully going home. My mind was in turmoil. What was going on. Her conversation on the way was strange. 

She said, "Do you like my hair like this?"

Well, it was the same as usual and I always liked it so I said, "Yes it looks lovely today".

"What about this blouse. I bought it specially for today. Do you like it?"

I hadn't looked very closely at her blouse, her tight jeans had been my main focus of attention. I couldn't figure how she got in and out of them! Taking my eyes off the road for a moment I looked at her blouse. It was see-through and I could see through it to her tiny little bra. I quickly refocused on the road – too much of this and I didn't think we'd get home!

"It's great," I said, "it really looks good on you. But then anything does!"

She laughed, "Flatterer", she said, "you really like it?"

"Oh yes", I responded, "very much".

"Why?"

Again, I was rather taken aback. Caroline didn't normally behave like this. She hadn't flirted with me since that first meeting, but here she was, obviously flirting. Calling attention to herself in a way that was totally unusual. It didn't bother me, in fact I was rather flattered myself that she would even consider flirting with me. We hadn't really done this before and I found it quite unsettling.

"Wait till we get home," I said laughing and trying to get into her mood, "I'll tell you then. If you keep on like this we may never get home. Much as I'd like to concentrate on you I've got to drive!".

"I won't ask you whether you like my new jeans, then", she said, laughing, "I'll wait till later".

She continued laughing and joking all the way back to my place. Talking about her clothes, her hair, her makeup (she didn't wear very much), and how she had discussed what to wear with Joanna. By the time I got back I was totally focused on her body, I don't know whether this is what she wanted but it was a fact. I couldn't think of anything other than her delightful breasts and her bouncing bottom.

When we arrived she got out of the car and walked ahead to the door. I watched with barely hidden desire at the sway of her beautiful bottom, a bottom to die for. Dare I hope that this change in her behaviour meant that our relationship was changing? As I went to open the door she put her hand on my arm, "Well, you've had a good look, do you like my jeans? They're new."

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought, "Caroline, I love your jeans, I've always loved your jeans but, most of all, I love what's inside them".

She laughed and, focusing her big blue eyes on me, said, "I know, I can feel your eyes when you look at me that way. It makes me go all tingly."

I laughed, "One thing that has always puzzled me, Caroline, about your jeans. How do you get them on and off?"

"Oh, I might show you later", she said through half lidded eyes.

I felt like dragging her inside straight away. All my male animal instincts rushed to the fore. Here was this beautiful, apparently biddable, young woman, god, I don't know how I kept my hands off her.

Exercising considerable control I showed her inside and asked if she would like a coffee, "I do a mean cappuccino," I said showing her into the lounge.

"Great", she said sitting in one of the chairs, "I'll wait here."

This gave me a little breathing space. Things were getting out of my control. Caroline was acting like a little minx, far more forward than she had ever been with me, flirtatious. She was still the delightful Caroline I enjoyed being with but she was now sexy, confident, and determined. I made the coffee, mind seething and body highly aroused, and took it back into the lounge. I gave her the cup and said, "There, I hope you like strong coffee".

"Oh, I do", she said looking at me and smiling.

As I sat down on the sofa she said with a big smile on her face, "You were going to tell me why you liked my new blouse! Well?"

I think I must have been shaking because the cup and saucer was rattling – so was I!!

"Caroline," I said, looking directly at her, "what's got into you. I love it but I'm puzzled."

She laughed and pouted at me playfully, "I'm sorry," she said, "it's just that I'm enjoying myself. I haven't seen you unsettled before".

"Unsettled is not the word," I laughed back at her, "I really don't know what's going on".

"I've been a little unfair to you", she said, serious now. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved on the way home on Tuesday but I had to think things through."

She must have seen my even more puzzled expression because she quickly added, "It's nothing you've done. When we were talking on Tuesday I suddenly realised that I had been taking you for granted. I know you want me and, by the look in your eyes, I suspect that your desire is very strong. I was sort of blocking it out. Oh, I knew what it meant and everything but I hadn't got to grips with it".




Caroline Ch. 01.02



"I don't know what you mean," I interrupted a bit abruptly. I was worried about where this was going.

"No, let me finish. What I mean is that I hadn't admitted to myself that I wanted you almost as much as you, I think, wanted me. When I'm with you I feel so important, so real; its such a great feeling that I didn't recognise exactly what it was. When you said that you would never treat me as an object and how beautiful I was I suddenly realised what it meant. Why did I feel 'safe' with you, why so good – because you treated me not only as an equal but as a woman at the same time. I thought then that I might want to be treated like a woman sexually by you. How would that be? What would it be like to go to bed with you?"

"Umm, errr, I don't know where this is going Caroline", I said.

"No, just wait, let me finish it all", she said to me sternly. "I've got to explain it all the way through. Although I knew you wanted me sexually, but as I said, I hadn't really taken it on board so I hadn't really looked at you sexually. No don't interrupt!! Let me get through this. But I must have really, you're a man, I'm a woman – I must have realised what was happening, mustn't I? I was very confused. I just had to think things through and talk to Joanna. That's why I was so quiet in the car."

"Caroline, you don't have to explain yourself to me, you know that".

"Shush", she said, "I want to explain myself, I think that it's important to both of us for me to tell you what I felt and thought."

"When I got home I was close to tears, I was so mixed up. I think that I realised that our relationship had reached a cross-roads and you didn't really know about it. So on top of being mixed up about my feelings, I felt guilty about what I was doing to you even though you didn't know I was doing it. Isn't that silly?"

"Of course not. Its nice really, that you care for my feelings," I said, immediately softening to her. She looked delightful, determined to get through what was obviously difficult for her. "I'm sorry," I said, "go on".

"Well, when Jo came in she saw what a state I was in gave me a cuddle and listened to me babbling on. The really silly thing was that I knew what I was going to do all along...."

"Caroline," I interrupted, fearing what she was going to say.

"Will you shut up! You blokes, you won't listen. I've got to finish it all. After I explained it all to Jo she told me that I had to make a decision. I had to stop seeing you . . ."

"No, you don't have to", I was desperate. I knew then that I didn't want to loose this girl, even for our lunch time meetings and even if it never went any further. She must have realised the anguish in my voice and on my face for she looked me straight in the eye, 

". . . or go to bed with you," she finished.

Now I was truly flummoxed, speechless, open mouthed, astonished and any other word that comes to mind.

She laughed, "Oh you do look silly," she said, "close your mouth. I'll be finished in a minute. Joanne asked me what I wanted to do and I told her I wanted to go to bed with you but I was frightened where this would take us so I couldn't make up my mind. Jo's great at times like this, she sees through things, you'd like her. She said to me that life's to short to die wondering, and as I'd already lost my virginity I didn't really have anything to lose. That made me laugh and the tears went away. That's why I'm here, I made up my mind, I'm going to bed with you today whether you like it or not," she ended (mock) defiantly and gave me the full power of those lovely blue eyes.

"Caroline, love, you don't know what the last few minutes have done to me, are you sure? I want you more than anything. Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful." I ended, laughing. I walked over to her and, as she stood up, put my arms around her. "I'm so much older, I can't give you much time."

"I don't care about age or anything, I want you too – so bad it hurts. I know I'm not very experienced but I'm sure I'll be good."

"That doesn't matter, just be you".

We hugged each other and kissed, hell it felt marvellous. Her body pressed against mine, and the beating of her heart, was heavenly. She pulled away from me and said,

"I want do this properly. I've never been to bed with a man before, Oh I've had sex but never like this, I mean, I've never asked for it. Oh, I can't believe I just said that," she stuttered, "what I mean is, oh, don't laugh at me, what I mean is, is, is . . ., "

I saved her from her misery, laughing, I grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips, "Ssshh", I said, "I think I know what you mean. You want to do it all properly, bedroom, preparation, etc., Yes?"

"Yes, that's how I want it, romantic I suppose. I want you to make love to me! There! I've said it"

"I can think of nothing I'd rather do than make love to a beautiful woman. The bedroom's upstairs, come on lead the way."

We left the lounge together and she climbed the stairs, just behind her I was mesmerised by her beautiful bottom. Would I have that today? I knew that this day had to be handled very carefully. I had to stay in control if both of us were to fully enjoy ourselves and it wasn't to be just a one off.

At the top of the stairs I pointed at the bedroom door and said, "The bathroom's off the bedroom, you OK?"

"OK," she said, "I'll call you when I'm ready," and kissed me again. "You still haven't told me whether you like my new blouse", she laughed closing the bedroom door.

I thought it best to get into something lighter so I took a pair of silk boxer shorts from the spare room, undressed, had a very quick shower, and put them on. Laying on the bed there, the waiting was terrible, I had an enormous hard on at the thought of bedding this lovely young woman. Particularly I was focusing on her beautiful derriere, wondering if she had ever done anal before. Surely one of her boyfriends had tried it on, she was so desirable there. But I was determined to not to spoil anything for her. I realised how important this was for her, it almost seemed as if she was giving me her virginity, that all those time before with various boys didn't count. This was something to be savoured. I was going to make sure that she really enjoyed today and would remember it for a long time.

I heard the shower go and various noises from the bathroom, imagination running wild, and, after about 20 minutes heard her voice call my name. I opened the bedroom door not knowing what I'd see, but not really prepared for what I saw. She was in my very large double bed with the duvet pulled up to her chin.

I smiled at her, "You're beautiful," I said.

"I'm silly," she replied. "I was going to be so sexy when you came in, now I'm shy. I know my boobs are too small and my bottoms to big: 'fat hips' they used to call me at school. I don't think I can let you see me!!!"

"You're not silly, just worried", I said, "You're beautiful, I've told you. I don't care how big your boobs are or your bottom is, you're beautiful. Anyway, your boobs are perfect and anybody who says your bottom is too big is either blind or stupid or both, it's absolutely perfect". So saying I reached down and pulled the duvet away. What a wonderful sight, pert young breasts, small but perfectly formed with a glorious aureole and nipple. A soft curve to her stomach, and small hillock that eased slowly down into her mons venires covered with a delightful blonde fuzz. She was a vision of loveliness. I lay down beside her, kissed her lips, and whispered in her ear, "Tu sei bella, bella sei tu". 

She turned her head to face mine, "Oh thank you, it makes me go all squishy inside when you say things like that."

"You speak Italian?", surprised.

"A bit. I know that means 'you are beautiful, beautiful you are'. You can say it as often as you like!".

I began to kiss her face all over, her lips, her eyes, her nose, her lips again and my hand began it's journey down her body. It stopped at her boobs. Gently I stroked her breasts, paying particular attention to the underneath, and tenderly tweaked her nipples that were hardening as she became more aroused. I moved my fingers round and round in circles on her wonderful breasts then cupped one in my hand as my thumb played around her nipple. My hand left her lovely pert young tits and moved southward across her stomach with it's soft curve that accentuated her beautiful rear and rested on her belly button. After twirling round and round for a while, my fingers continued on their downward exploration. All the time I was kissing her and, as I reached her pussy with my hand, her tongue pushed into my mouth and we began that most intimate of oral stimulation as our tongues entwined.

I ran my finger along the soft hair of her mound and gently delved in between the lips of her vagina, finding her already very wet. She pulled her mouth from mine, "Please, do it now. I want you, I want you in me, now. Please, please!" she whispered in my ear, "I want you now". I gently stroked her with my fingers before placing one deeper into her vagina, softly moving in and out.

I was rock hard and certainly ready to take her, how I'd kept off for so long I don't know but now was the time. I moved to lay over her, but not on her. I don't like to smother a woman with my weight in this position so used my arms to stay off her. With a truly Herculean effort I held myself on one arm and with my other hand placed my cock at the entrance to her sex. I slowly moved the head up and down, gently touching her clitoris hidden in it's little shroud, the rubbing down the length of her vagina. She was moaning, "Yes, yes. Please put it in. I want you in me, now."

I slowly inserted myself into her, after about halfway I pulled out and thrust back again. I continued to do this, going a little deeper each time. I've been told that this prolongs the feeling of insertion for a woman, I don't know. It's great for me. I had a problem, however, I didn't want to cum. As I've said before, when you're my age you need to keep your powder dry. If I came now, it would be the end; and this wasn't the end I had in mind! So I wanted Caroline to cum, not too soon, she had to really enjoy this, but far sooner than I did. When I reached balls deep in her hot, tight wetness I lowered myself down and began to kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. At the same time I began stroking her in earnest, almost totally out then the drive back in. Her legs came up to clasp my thighs and hold me in position. Looking at her face, I saw that she was close to orgasm. 

"Caroline," I called, "look at me". I wanted to see her eyes as she came. "I want you to look at me as I make love to you. Do you like it? Look at me as you cum"

She opened her big blue eyes and looked directly into mine, "Oh yes," she breathed as her orgasm washed over her. I could see her eyes flutter in passion and feel the walls of her vagina clasp my cock as her fluid warmed it even more. This was a supreme test – I nearly lost it but, thankfully, managed to hold back. There's nothing to see more wonderful than a beautiful woman in the throws of her orgasm at your 'hands' and Caroline looked even more lovely than usual with a fine film of perspiration over her face and in the valley between her tits. I had to lean down and taste her, I couldn't resist it. I continued to push in and out of her for a little while, to bring her down slowly. The feeling on my penis was really good, not enough for me to cum, warm and soft.

I pulled out of her and lay at her side propped up on one elbow looking down at her. She turned her head towards me and said, "Oh, that was lovely". My still erect cock had flopped down on her leg. She must have felt it and she reached down with her hand and touched it lightly, almost timidly. "It's still hard," she said, her face clouding over in doubt and her eyes filling with tears. "Wasn't I good enough, you didn't cum!"

"Ssshh," I said, putting my finger on her lips, "that was for you. I'll wait till later",

"Later," she said smiling, then, "Most boys I've been with can't stop themselves. It's over very soon for them".

"That's the inexperience of youth," I responded, laughing. "Anyway, when you're young you can 'reload' quickly, I have to wait so I try to control my orgasms. I got just as much pleasure watching you as I would do cumming myself and I want to give you so much more."

Her mood lightened and she lay there with her eyes closed, in a post orgasmic glow. She looked so lovely I had to touch her, to feel the vibrancy of her. So I slowly cupped her breast in my hand and again began to stimulate her nipple with my thumb. She opened her eyes, smiled languidly at me and said, "You still haven't told me whether you liked my new blouse!"

I laughed and kissed her lips, "Hussy," I said, "I love these", squeezing gently on her breast, "so, as it's a see through blouse, I love it."

"I still think that they're too small," she said with a little pout.

"Minx," I chuckled, "you're fishing for a complement,".

"I like it when you complement me. It makes me feel good. Are they too small?" she asked, mock plaintively.

"I don't know," I said, "I'll have to have a closer look" and I moved my head down to her lovely pert breasts.

I'd decided that I wanted to taste her lovely young body, to delve into her vagina with my tongue and drink her juices. I didn't know whether she'd been put to the tongue before although I did suspect that possibly she and Joanna had something going on between them. I would try and find out about that later but it didn't really matter, it's certain that Caroline liked men!

I began to kiss and lick her boobs. All over them my tongue travelled, particularly to that tender area underneath. Caroline seemed to love it.

"Oh yes," she said breathlessly, "that's lovely. Keep doing that. Are they too small?"

She was nothing if not persistent, "They are just the right size," I laughed, "and especially beautiful. I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes examining them really closely so I can tell you all about them!"

She chuckled in response and said, "Spend as long as you like, I love it".

Although her breasts were not very big they were perfectly formed domes with a sensuous dark brown hazel nut sized nipple set in a light brown aureole. I used my tongue to circle the nipple and bring it to full hardness. I could tell she was enjoying this attention, her hands came down to my head and began to stroke my hair. Soft mewing sounds came from her as she lay there having her tits stimulated. This attention was obviously starting her on the road to another orgasm, one which I wanted to give with my tongue so it was time to move south. I left her breasts and travelled down her chest and across the lovely soft curve of her stomach and lodged in her delightful little tummy button. I circled round and round this little hollow before pushing my tongue inside. She laughed, "That tickles," she said.

"Shall I stop," I said, lifting my head.

"Oh no, don't stop. It's lovely".

I continued to 'tongue' her button and allowed my hand to wander to her down covered mons. As my hand stroked the soft downy hair my desire to eat her became overpowering but I really wanted this to be good for her so I held back a little. I slowly allowed my mouth and tongue to kiss and lick down the soft slope of the tummy and into her pubic hair. The taste was marvellous, slightly salty, slightly pungent from the amalgamation of her perspiration and juices. Not wanting to get to the point straight away I allowed my mouth to kiss past her pussy and onto the tops of her legs then down into the beautifully soft area on the inside. Caroline was making soft catlike mewing sounds as she enjoyed my visit to the, obviously, very sensitive area between her legs.

After a few minutes of teasing her with my tongue I focused directly on her sex. It was quite lovely. I could see the hood of her clitoris with, by now, that little man just poking out. Below was the lovely channel of her sex, almost begging for a tongue to stimulate it. I started by running my tongue lightly over her vagina and flicking her clit. Each time I did this elicited a little gasp from Caroline, she was really coming on now.

I lifted my head, "Is that good?"

"Oh, fuck, yes", she said, "more please!"

I reached down and opened her legs wider so that I could move down in between them and, after I did so, I faced her beautiful femininity. I lifted her knees to give me even greater access to her and, as I did so, got my first sight of her delightful puckered little anus. Another visitation by the animal! My cock went rigid and I had this tremendous desire to bugger her. To thrust deep in that tight little channel without consideration. I could almost feel myself breaching her defences, her screaming in pain as I violated her most private place, and reaching deep inside her to deposit gallons of spunk in the depths of her bowels. Thankfully this vision vanished quickly and I looked forward to greater acquaintance with her beautiful bottomhole a bit later.

I moved my head down and began to lick her in earnest. Backwards and forwards, up and down her I licked, occasionally flicking her clit, sometimes rolling my tongue and fucking her vagina with it. I wanted to keep her on the brink for as long as possible. I could hear her moaning in the background but my world was centred on this exquisite pleasure park. The sight, the smell, and primarily, the taste. It was indescribable, I've heard the phrase 'virgins milk' but I didn't know what it meant until now. Caroline wasn't a virgin by any means but her 'milk' tasted bloody good. 

After a while tonguing, licking and sucking, I buried my face in her and put both hands underneath her bottom, feeling the wonderful softness of her cheeks. Caroline was now close to orgasm. She must have been 'high' for the whole time I'd been sucking her. Her clit was now poking out from its little hideaway so I took it gently in my mouth and began to softly suck it. Caroline went crazy. Her orgasm hit and she flooded me with juice.

"Oh fuck, bloody hell, christ, shit, bugger, ooooooohhhhhhh", exploded from her as the orgasm racked her body. Her legs closed tightly on my head and her hands came down to pull me into her as she thrust up into my face. I couldn't move, she had me pinned in this heavenly embrace. I could just hear this continued litany, "Oh fuck, bloody hell, christ, shit, bugger, ooooooohhhhhhh" over and over again. It must have lasted a couple of minutes, I could barely breathe held so tightly was I held by her, but it was fantastic to feel her losing herself so completely. I think she had forgotten about me for the moment, I was just the instrument of her orgasm which was, by now, slowly retreating.

She released me and again I moved up to lay beside her. I looked down at her face, covered with perspiration from the effort of her orgasm, and gently moved down and kissed her lips parting them with my tongue. I insinuated my tongue into her mouth and our tongues met. "Can you taste yourself?" I asked moving away.

"Mmmmm", she said, "oh that was soooo good, much better than ...." she stopped.

"Much better than?" I questioned.

"Oh, it doesn't matter", she said, "it was fantastic".

"Come on darling," I said, "much better than what?"

"Oh, all right, much better than Joanna. There now you know!" she said petulantly.

"Are you and Jo, you know, lovers?"

"Well, I suppose we are really, Joanna likes boys as much as I do but sometimes we make love with each other. Does it bother you?" she asked tentatively.

"No, not really," I replied laughing, "it's obvious you like men!"

"Mmm," she said laughing response, "I do, especially this one." She poked me in the chest then went on, "I don't think that we're gay, we just love each other and give each other support. Isn't it like that with men?" she asked.




Caroline Ch. 01.02



I laughed, "No most definitely not. Two male friends would never say that they 'loved' each other, at least not nowadays. I suppose that's a major difference between men and women. You seem to be able to be much more emotionally attached to your friends and I assume Joanna is especially close."

"We've been friends for a long time really, she advises me 'cos she's a bit older. I think that you'd like her. We talked a lot about today She gave me lots of 'advice'," she laughed, "about 'older men'."

"Oh, did she now, and what did she say?"

"She said you might be move demanding, you know, positions, different things to do. Oh, you know. Now I'm getting embarrassed. How can I get embarrassed when you've just done that to me. I'm being silly again"

I sensed that this was the time to broach the subject of anal sex. I was sure that Joanna, who I knew was a nurse, and a bit more experienced than Caroline, would have mentioned it. Especially in the light of what Caroline had just said and how embarrassed she had become so I thought I would gently push her on this.

"What 'different things to do'? I'm intrigued. She might have thought of something I haven't," I joked.

She coloured up a little bit and said, "Well. Oh, it's difficult. Oh dear. Well OK." She looked me straight in the eye, and said with that lovely determined look on her face, "You let me finish before you interrupt, OK?"

"Promise, go ahead", heart pounding – could this be it?

"You know I've been telling Joanna all about us and you. I've told her how much I thought you liked my bottom. I've seen you looking at me and the heat in your eyes almost burns me. That why I always wear such tight jeans when I'm with you. I know you like it and I love it that you like it so much – despite the fact that I think it's too big!. Well, when we were talking about today, Jo said that all men have a 'favourite part' of a woman. Something that turns them on. It might be legs, boobs, bottom, face, ankles, anything. She thinks that with you it's my bottom." She looked at me, demurely, and said, "Is it?"

"Caroline, I like everything about you, but, yes she's right. I love the female bottom and yours, far from being too big, is exquisite."

"It's nice when you say things like that. Anyway, she said that if you were that interested in my bottom you might want to, er, um. Oh, I don't know how to say it. . . .", she stuttered, "Oh dear. That you might want to make love to me there." she finally managed to blurt out.

I intended to push her all the way now that she was thinking about it so I said, "What did she mean? Did she explain?"

"Oh yes," said Caroline finally grasping the nettle and giving me a broadside with those lovely blue eyes, "she said that you might want to put your cock in my bottom. Do you want too?", abruptly.

My heart leapt into my mouth, my breathing increased and I shot back to rock hardness as, again, I pictured in my mind taking this lovely young woman in the rear. Pushing my cock past the tight crinkled ring of her anus and abusing her rectum by thrusting like a steam piston in and out. Getting balls deep in her back door and filling her up with spunk, not caring how she felt about it as she writhed beneath me either in agony or pleasure. I didn't care, all I felt was this almost overwhelming desire to truly bugger her. These visions flitted across my mind and I quickly put them to rest. That was only part of me. What I really wanted was to nurture this lovely young woman into all the pleasures of sex, straight, anal and oral. Only that way would I really enjoy breaching her, suspected, anal virginity and bring pleasure to her at the same time.

Rather hoarsely I responded to her question, "Oh yes, do I want too, yes very much. Have you never done it?"

"No, I haven't."

"Do you want to. I do very much, but only if you want it too. Do you?", I asked, passion hanging on the reply.

"I don't know really, now I want to please you like you just pleased me, but I've never done that. I've read about it but I thought that it was just fiction. It wasn't until we talked about it and Joanna explained that it was possible and quite normal that I realised I could try it. She told me she had tried it a few times and it was OK, she quite liked it and it would be OK for me if you were kind and gentle." She was quiet for a few moments, apparently thinking, "Well, you are kind and gentle so, yes I'd like to try it. There, I've said it. Yes, I want you to do it, you can be the first one. I'll be a virgin there," she laughed, "so I can give you my virginity. That's good."

I couldn't speak, I was so overcome by her beauty and the words she was uttering. My feelings for her were becoming difficult to contain. They were sexual of course but there was something else. I put my arms round her and hugged her tightly, feeling her vibrant young body pressed up against mine. "What have I done to deserve you?" I finally managed to say softly, directly into her, I now noticed, perfectly formed ear. I needed to pull myself back from the brink, I wanted this day to last much longer. I didn't want to take her there yet. 

I pulled away from her and said, "I very much want to do that to you. That was what I was imagining the second time we met and you asked me what I was thinking. But I don't want to do it yet. If we do that I'll be finished," I laughed, "and I haven't finished with you yet!"

"Perhaps it was just as well you didn't tell me," she said laughing, "you might have frightened me off!"

"I'm surprised that none of your boyfriends tried anything like that," I said, "your bottom is so enticing."

"I don't think that they noticed me in that way, really. That's why I got fed up with them. None of them thought about me, only themselves." Again she focused those big blue eyes on me, "Why is my bottom so nice?" she asked, coyly.

"You're fishing for compliments again," I said laughing, "but I like complementing you so I don't mind. It might sound a bit clinical though, I've never described to it's owner why a bottom is attractive! Anyhow here goes, your bottom is so nice because it is 'proud'. There's a lovely curve from your waist . . ."

"That's to big as well!", she interjected.

". . to your hips. It gives you a nice curvy shape from the back, you know," and I made the Coca Cola bottle shape with my hands, "but what is really sexy is the way your bottom juts out behind and then curves up to meet your legs. There's a lovely roundness to your bottom cheeks that your wearing of tight jeans accentuates. You don't know how hard it has been not to touch you there. . ."

"But you can now," she said, "I'm looking forward to you touching me there but I'm a little bit frightened of. . . Oh, you know . . . It feels so big, I can't imagine that it'll go there, will it? Will it . . . . hurt??", she finally managed to say.

"Most of the women I've done this with have enjoyed it, some even more than straight sex. I've been told it hurts the first few times but if you like it that goes away. And yes, it will go there if you want it to. The most important thing is to take it gently and carefully the first time or two and to use plenty of lube".

"Lube?" she said.

"Yes, you don't lubricate there so it can be very painful without Vaseline, KY or something like that."

"Oh, I see," she said, "will I like it?"

"I honestly don't know," I said, "it's something you won't know until you try but, as I said, most women I've done it with have enjoyed it. And you said Joanna liked it."

"But she might have just said that."

I leant down and kissed her and said, "The most important thing is that you enjoy it, I'll do all I can to make it a pleasant experience for you. I know it will be good for me, it's my favourite for of sex and with you it will be fantastic because of your wonderful bottom."

"I love it when you say nice things about me, you definitely don't think it's too big," she said fishing for yet another complement.

"Minx," I said laughing with her, "its certainly not too big for what I have in mind to do to it!".

"Shall we do it now?", she asked, coyly.

Another flash of animalistic passion. Yes, I thought, hard and violent, thrusting past the tight little ring deep inside you. Buggering you with all my strength and power. Pounding your back passage until it was raw, bleeding, and completely mine, until I'm raw and we were both screaming in agony/pleasure and I was cumming in blood not spunk. Hell these thoughts could send a man mad but this wasn't reality.

"Not yet," I said looking down at her, "you've got to cum a few more times yet before your ready for your first time."

She smiled at me very sexily, sending shivers down my spire, "I'm looking forward to that but first I want to get to know you a bit better." With that she licked her lips in a most provocative way and moved her hand down to take hold of my, by now, only semi-erect cock.

This is where I began so now I'll finish. 

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 01.03



Caroline's Story:





Caroline Ch. 01.03



He reached out and gently touched my face, he'd never done that before, in fact he'd hardly ever touched me only to help. "Well," he said looking directly into my eyes, "you are beautiful, I do want you, and I do enjoy being with you, but you won't be treated like an object by me." He emphasised the important words and they hit me like soft hammers. He ended by saying, "You are a lovely person and I like you too much it insult you in that way!"

I nearly started to cry, I think he really meant it. Oh, I know he's a man and, at the end of the day, most of them want your body, but just here and now he was so sincere. I had to get control of myself. My heart was fluttering, my stomach was full of butterflies, and my mind was juggling with all the possibilities that had suddenly arisen. I must have gone a bit quiet. I think that he thought he had upset me, it wasn't him, it was me, so I made an effort and perked up and we continued to enjoy ourselves.

One the way home that day, however, I sort of withdrew a bit into my thoughts. I suppose it was being in the car. Mike seldom speaks much when driving, I think he likes to concentrate on the road, so I was a bit left to my own devices. Normally I would chatter at him and he would say the odd word. Today I didn't do that. He noticed. Halfway home he said, "Are you OK? I haven't upset you have I? I'm sorry if I have." When I looked I saw that he seemed a bit desperate. I suddenly realised then how strongly he felt about me, "No it's OK," I said, "it's me". But my mind was in such turmoil that I went quiet again.

When we got back he turned to me and said, "Will I see you on Sunday?". The way he said it I knew that he thought it was all over. He sounded sort of defeated, beaten. His eyes were hooded and really sad, they'd lost all that lovely blueness that softened them and the grey turned them bleak. I nearly cried but I was so worked up with my feelings that had to be worked out, "Sure, I'll phone you tonight," I said and left him. He usually stayed a while, to watch me walk up the path I think, but today he just drove away.

Jo was on lates so I had the whole evening to sit and think. All I really did was sit, go round in circles and finally cry. How could I sort this out. By the time Joanna got home I was in a real mess. Not only was I so mixed up but I realised that my behaviour had hurt Mike and he didn't know why; that made me even more sad. As soon as she came in she knew something was wrong, "What has that bastard done?", she said, immediately fearing the worst.

"Oh Jo, nothing, nothing, it's me. I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do."

"OK," she said, "I'll make some coffee, you have a glass of this" and she poured a bit of our brandy into a glass. "Sit there, drink this, I'll be back in a minute". That's what so good about Jo, she takes control.

She came back with the coffee, "Right, tell me what happened".

I ran through everything that had happened. Everything he'd said to me and the way he said it, "Oh Joanna, I'm so confused. I've been so unfair to him. He must want me so much but he never so much as hinted at anything. He was always the perfect gentleman. What am I going to do. It'll never be the same now. I really know how he feels but I don't know how I feel."

"Lena, I don't believe you. How can a girl who likes sex so much go out with a man half a dozen times and only just realise she fancies him? Surely you must have known how he felt about you. You keep telling me how he looks at you, AND your bottom."

"Yes, I know. That's why I'm so confused, I must have known but I must have blotted it out, you know, ignored it because I liked him so much as a person. Jo, I like being WITH him. Oh, that doesn't sound right. You know what I mean."

"Yes, I think I do. So what are you going to do now."

"Oh, I don't know. I don't think I can go back from here. It'll never be the same. I suppose it was quite innocent before, you know, just talking and laughing and being together. We won't get that feeling back."

"No, perhaps not straight away. I think you've only so many choices and I think you know what they are don't you?"

"Yes," I said, trying to hold back tears, "I can't see him any more. It would be too painful for both of us to go on as if nothing has happened." I thought that was the only thing to do and, as I looked at Jo, I started to cry. I did want to see him again, very much. But could I?

"Stop grizzling you silly cow," she said sternly but with a smile, "you're a grown woman he's a grown man, sleep with him. If you want him, do the whole thing. Have a good time. What have you got to lose, your virginity went long ago so you can't lose that. Or could you? "she added as an afterthought then carried on "and anyway life's too short to die wondering. Go for it. Screw him, it'll do you both good. If it works great, if it doesn't then don't see him again. Simple!"

I looked at her and saw she was serious. She smiled at me and nodded, yes. She'd meant it, she wasn't kidding. I suddenly knew that that was what I had wanted since lunch time when I'd suddenly realised how I felt. I laughed, "Oh Jo, you always go right to the point".

"No point in beating about the bush," she said, "but if that's what you're going to do we need to talk."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you've been with quite a few boys and I know you like sex a lot," she said giving me that smile, "but older men are different. He'll be a lot more experienced than you. He'll probably demand a lot more but he'll probably give more as well."

"What do you mean, was it like that with Steve?"

"Well yes, it was really. Boys just want to get off. They're not too bothered about how we feel about things. If we get off it's more by accident than design, isn't it?"

I had to agree, no boy I'd ever been with had given the slightest thought to my orgasm, "How is it different?"

"Well, I can only talk about Steve so I'm not that experienced, but early on he was much kinder, much more thoughtful when we had sex. He'd touch and kiss everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and he often made me cum a couple of times before he did. And it lasted so much longer, no more 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'. Between my orgasms we would talk then he would start again. I suppose that's what really made me stay with him after I found he was married, sex was so good."

"I know we kiss each other all over when we sleep together," I said, "but you said 'everywhere and I mean everywhere'. What does that mean."

"I think I need to educate you a bit about men!" she said, "Generally men are attracted to woman in a certain way. I mean they focus on a certain part of the body. With some its boobs, some legs, some ankle, some bottom, and that turns them on. Well, lets face it Lena, you've got a great arse," she laughed, "and you wear those extra tight jeans all the time. It's no wonder he can't keep his eyes off it. I bet he's what experienced women would call a 'bottom man'"

"Yes, he's always said my bottom was perfect even though I think it's too big".

"There you go," she said getting serious. "If he's that focused on your bottom he'll probably want to have sex there and I don't think you've ever done that."

I was surprised, I'd read about it, of course but I thought it a bit of a fiction, "What do you mean? Put it in THERE? Yes? No, I've never done that," I said a bit shocked, "I didn't know you could. HAVE YOU?" I suddenly asked.

"It's none of your business, nosy," she said laughing, "but, yes I have".

"With Steve?"

"Yes"

The penny dropped, "That's what you meant when you mentioned my virginity isn't it? You meant the first time I did it like that, yes?"

"Yes, I'm not saying he definitely will want that but with his interest in your bottom, I'll be surprised if he doesn't!"

I must admit this discussion had raised my interest. I like sex. I like it with men best but I do enjoy it with Joanna. She's the same. We both like men a lot but we know that we have each other. Anyway it's usually the only way we get off!

"Doesn't it hurt," I said, "it's not usual is it."

"It hurt a bit when he first did it," she said, "but then it got quite nice. I only did it a few times, it was just before we split," she added sadly. "I don't think it's that unusual," she went on, "several of the girls at work enjoy it."

"Do you still miss him," I asked.

"Yes, I do. I haven't been out with anyone interesting since then but it was for the best".

"You should meet Mike, I'm sure you'd like him," I said smiling at her.

"I'd like to," she said laughing, "he sounds interesting, but he's yours." 

Jo had been with Steve for about three months, then she found out he was married. She said she was bit naive about him. I think she was smitten. He was really handsome, not very tall but dark. I didn't like him very much, I thought he was a bit to full of himself. She carried on with him for another month but then his wife found out and I think there was a terrible scene with tears and everything. I never really found out what happened but Jo was really broken up when he dumped her so I tried to help her and we both got through it. I'm not sure that there wasn't more to it than that but I haven't pressed her. I think that's why she doesn't present herself very well now, she doesn't seem to care which is sad really; she's much more attractive than me.

My mind was still on the act we were talking about, I was curious, "Will I like it," I asked her.

"I don't know love," she said, "I did, at least the second time was quite good. I know some of the girls do it. One of them talks about nothing else. I suppose you won't know until you try. Will you, try that is?"

She knew that I had made up my mind, I was going to sleep (or rather stay awake!) with Mike despite the difference in our ages and despite the fact that he was much more experienced.

"I don't know. I suppose I'll see how it goes. You know I'm going to go with him don't you. What do you think?"

"I think you're right. From what you told me I think it'll be good for you. If he's that considerate normally he's probably like that in bed. Just go with the flow," she ended, laughing.

Having made my decision I felt exhilarated. It made me feel more confident that I had decided I was going to make love to this man. It was usually the other way round, you know, we girls tend to get railroaded into situations. It's not so often that we take the lead. It gave me a feeling of power. I had to ring Mike and let him know about Sunday. I didn't want to talk about this on the phone, I needed to look at him when I told him how I felt. But I did need to get him alone. 

"I don't think that he'll appreciate doing it in the back of a car," I said, "I need to get him alone."

"I shouldn't think that was much of a problem. According to you he's got a bloody great house and he lives alone. Ask to have lunch there on Sunday. I bet he doesn't say no!"

So I phoned him, "Hello Mike", I said.

"Hi Caroline," he said, "it's good to hear from you". He sounded very agitated.

"I just wanted to talk about Sunday." I said, "Can we have lunch at your house?" brazen hussy, "I haven't been there yet and we can be nice and private."

There was a long silence then, "Err, sure. Err, of course we can have lunch here". He seemed unsure. "Look," he said, "I haven't asked you before because I didn't want you to feel threatened by being on your own with me!" He was so sweet. I think that he was obviously very confused what with earlier on an now this. I was enjoying myself.

I laughed down the phone, "I told you," I said, "I feel safe with you. Pick me up at the usual time, bye", and I put the phone down.

"That was cruel Lena," said Jo laughing, "he probably doesn't know whether he's coming or going now."

"I know," I said, "and I'm going to have some more fun on Sunday!"

To all my readers – thanks and thanks for the e-mails. Please comment, I value them. Although a lot of this story is already written I am happy to take on board comments and, if I feel that they can improve the story, will make changes. Oh, and please vote! It's great to see what you think.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 01.04



Caroline – Part 1: Ch. 1.4

Caroline's Story: 

The First time with Mike

(Note: By the nature of things there is some repetition from Ch. 1.1 here but I hope it helps to develop Caroline's character.)

Sunday was a long time coming. Jo and I spent ages talking about it, what should I wear, how should I behave. I think that looking forward to the day was some of the happiest times we've spent together. She seemed really happy for me and I felt a little bit sad for her because she had been so depressed since finishing with Steve. It was during this time that a little thought crept across my mind but I would have to wait and see how things turned out.

Sunday came round, I felt so happy, and so, so sexy. I'd never gone out before expecting to 'get laid'. I don't think that girls go out in that frame of mind as much as boys. It can tend to happen for girls, whereas most of the boys I know leave home with only one thing in mind. It was quite a feeling of anticipation and it made me feel really hot. I think that making my mind up like this gave me more confidence, as if I was the one in control. 

To emphasize my femininity I'd bought a brand new blouse, see through, and a lovely little bra that just sat underneath my boobs so that you could almost see my nipples. My new jeans were tighter than anything I'd previously worn for Mike and I was a bit worried. I was so worked up that I was getting 'wet' all the time thinking about what was going to happen. Jo suggested I used one of those pad things in my knickers in case it showed through. That would be really embarrassing. 

When Mike arrived I was really perky. I got in the car and kissed him on the cheek. I'd never done that before and I put my hand on his leg, "Let's go," I said. I could see he was confused. Poor Mike, he didn't really know what was going on. It was delightful, I was smiling inside. I decided to be an outrageous flirt.

He started to drive as he usually did and, after a few minutes, I said to him, "Do you like my hair like this?" Silly because it was the same as I always had it although Jo and I had taken extra care this morning.

"Yes, it's lovely," he said.

"What about this blouse," I asked thrusting my small chest forward, "I got it specially for today. Do you like it?"

I don't think that he'd noticed my blouse, he'd been far more interested in my jeans! When he picked me up I'd turned to say goodbye to Jo so he could get a really good look. She'd laughed and told me to be careful. Now he took his eyes off the road for a minute and looked at my chest. He nearly drove into a tree, it was so funny. His eyes nearly popped out.

"It's great," he said, "it looks good on you." Then he added in his usual thoughtful manner, "but then anything does."

"Flatterer," I said, "you really like it?"

"Very much."

"Why?"

I was being really unfair to him but I was in such a playful mood and I was feeling really sexy. He didn't notice but I was very fidgety in my seat, I was getting very 'hot' in his company and enjoying playing with him. I think that he must have picked up my mood, he always seemed to, because he said laughing, "Wait till we get home, I'll tell you then. You know if you keep on like this we might not get home at all. Much as I'd love to concentrate on you I've got to drive!"

"I won't ask if you like my new jeans then," I laughed, "I'll wait till later."

I carried on like this all the way back to his house, talking about myself, my clothes, my makeup (I don't wear much), and how Jo and I had discussed what I should wear. He nodded in all the right places but I could see he was preoccupied and not only with driving. I don't know why I carried on like this but I wanted him to be aware of my body. Although I was nervous about going with a much more experienced man, I knew I was going to give everything to him and I suppose I, subconsciously, wanted him to know. It's silly the way the mind works sometimes.

We drove up to this lovely big house with a double garage and everything, and a long path to the front door. "Here we are," he said, as we stopped, "home." I immediately saw an opportunity to show off some more so I hopped out of the car before him and walked up the path to the front door. I could feel his eyes, hot on my bottom. I was certain Jo was right and I shivered in anticipation. I waited by the front door for him to open it. I grabbed his arm, "Well," I said with a big smile and looking him directly in the eye, "now you've had a good look, do you like my new jeans?"

He gave me a big smile and stared back into my eyes, I knew he'd made a decision, "Caroline." Oh I love the way he says my name like that. Its strong, firm, decisive, it makes me feel REAL.

"Caroline," he said, "I love your jeans, I've always loved your jeans but, most of all, I love what's inside them."

I knew I had him then. I was so happy. I laughed, "I know. I can feel your eyes when you look at me that way. It makes me go all tingly." And I was, I was very wet by now.

He laughed and fixed me again with those lovely eyes, "One thing has always puzzled me about them, Caroline," I raised my eyebrows in question, "how do you get in and out of them?"

Ooohhh. I felt as if he had stroked me down there, "I might show you later," I said lowering my head and looking up into his eyes. The emotions running across his face were plain to see. I think that he was having trouble controlling himself. I got the impression that he wanted to drag me inside and have me straight away. To be honest, I don't think that I would have resisted very much (not at all, actually!). I really, really wanted him now and I was beginning to panic. I'd been in control up to now but it was getting away from me so I was pleased when he let us in and showed me into the lounge. It was enormous, covered with pictures of all types, and lovely statuettes of beautiful woman in all sorts of styles.

"How about a coffee?" he asked, "I do a mean cappuccino."

"Great," I said, "I'll wait here." This gave me a few moments to calm down. If it went on like this I was liable to disgrace myself. I had a really big ache between my legs and I was so wet! This was a whole new experience for me, I don't think that I had ever anticipated sex so much as this before. Before, sex had almost always been something that happened, not really anticipated, so here I was virtually 'gagging' for it. He came back about five minutes later with the coffee and sat on the sofa. I was back in control of myself by now so decided to have one more bit of fun, "You were going to tell me why you liked my new blouse! Well?" I said sitting up straight and showing off my tiny boobs. He was really rattled again. I could tell because he was spilling coffee into his saucer. This was fun!

He looked directly at me again, fixing me with those soft blue/steely grey eyes, "Caroline," Oh he said it that way again! "what's got into you? I love it but I'm puzzled."

I laughed and pouted at him, "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm enjoying myself. I haven't seen you unsettled before."

"Unsettled isn't the word," he laughed, "I really don't know what's going on since last week."

"I've been a bit unfair to you," I said becoming serious. I had to explain to him now about last week and everything that had gone on. It wasn't going to be easy but I needed to do so. To make him understand how I felt. 

"I'm sorry for the way I behaved on Tuesday but I had to think things through." His expression became puzzled and I quickly tried to reassure him, "It's nothing you've done," I said and then I began to explain to him how I had felt. It was very difficult and he kept on interrupting. I could see the emotions flashing across his face as I was speaking. That's one of the many things I liked about him, he isn't very good at hiding this type of feeling. I could tell that what I was saying was affecting him deeply but I was determined to finish and make him see that I really had made up my mind and thought things through. I got towards the end of my explanation and I was telling him what Jo had said that I had to stop seeing him. 

He looked desperate. I could see that he didn't want to lose me. My heart melted and the butterflies returned to my tummy (and lower down!). "No you don't have to," he almost shouted.

I looked straight in his eyes, they were almost brimming with tears, ...." or go to bed with you," I finished saying. It was so funny really, I laughed, "Oh you do look silly, close your mouth." He had obviously not expected anything like this and was absolutely astounded. I went on to tell him very frankly about my discussion with Joanna, and what she said about my virginity (which made him laugh). I didn't mention about my bottom however, I thought that best left till later if at all. I ended by saying with pretend sternness, "So, that's why I'm here, I made up my mind, I'm going to bed with you whether you like it or not," and I gave him both barrels of big blue eyes wide open.

He was lovely, his face softened and he looked at me like that again and I started to get even wetter, "Caroline," he said it again!, "love, you don't know what the last few minutes have done to me. Are you sure? I want you more than anything. Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful." He laughed, walked over to me and, as I stood up, took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. It was heavenly, I melted. Yes, I did have one. I was momentarily glad for Jo's advice!

"I'm so much older, I can't give you much time," he whispered in my ear.

"I don't care about age or anything, I want you too – so bad it hurts," I said, close to tears. I don't know what sort - happiness/sadness/desire, I couldn't say. I did panic just a bit at this point. I'd gone so far with this man, was I going to please him. I wanted to so much at that moment. "I know I'm not very experienced but I'll try to be good," I said in this moment of self doubt. 

He looked down at me, "That doesn't matter, just be you," he kissed me and I kissed him back. It felt marvellous, holding him tightly I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. I could also feel something else through his trousers so I knew I was having the right effect. When I'd talked about this moment with Joanna, I'd explained that I didn't want it to be a fumbled exploration with clothes half on/half off. I wanted it to be in the bedroom, I don't know, proper, romantic I suppose. So I pulled away from him – that was a struggle.

I said, "I want to do this properly. I've never been to bed with a man before, oh I've had sex but never like this. I've never asked for it." Did I say that? "I can't believe I just said that," I was all confused and embarrassed now, "what I mean is, oh don't laugh at me, what I mean is, is, is . . ."

He saved me, "Ssshhh," he said putting his finger gently on my lips, "I think I know what you mean. You want to do it all properly, bedroom, preparation, etc. Yes?"

"Yes," I said, "that's how I want it, romantic I suppose." I took a deep breath, "I want you to make love to me! There, I've said it!"

"What more could a man ask than to make love to a beautiful woman. The bedroom's upstairs, lead the way."

Crafty, he was getting another good look my bottom. I didn't mind a bit. Again that shiver of anticipation washed over me, would he want me there. I was beginning to hope so, what would it be like? Would it hurt, would I like it? I got to the top of the stairs and he pointed to the bedroom, "The bathrooms off the bedroom," he said, and then, concerned, "are you OK."

I'd never felt more OK in my life. I was really ready for this and, strangely I suppose, full of confidence, "OK," I said, "I'll call you," and I kissed him with a mouth with a promise of things to come. "You still haven't told me why you like my new blouse," I said, and laughed as I closed the bedroom door.

Jo and I had discussed what I should do now. I had a small handbag with a couple of feminine things (we thought that he wouldn't have much in that way) and, in the end, I decided to greet him naked. I thought he'd appreciate that. I did the usual things, had a shower and did my hair and put a little bit of face on, then went into the bedroom. I hadn't really noticed it on the way in, being concerned with getting ready and so full of myself. He had an enormous double bed with a duvet and one whole wall was mirrors. 

I saw myself in the mirror and my confidence evaporated. 

I was horrified, I think I panicked. I suppose it was all the tension of the build-up releasing. I'd never been in a position like this. Here I was waiting for a man to come to me. A man who I knew was going to make love to me, probably like never before. I had to be right for him and all I could see was this plain girl with tiny tits and a big bum. I was devastated. Gone were all thoughts of playing the vamp. My lack of courage nearly caused me to get dressed and run away. Luckily I got hold of myself and decided to cut my losses as it were and hide under the duvet! 

I climbed into bed and pulled the duvet up under my chin completely covering myself. Softly I called his name. I was suddenly terrified. What would he think. I felt young and inexperienced, almost as if I was a virgin and had never been with a man (I suppose I hadn't really, only boys!). The door opened and he came in. He'd changed into a pair of boxer shorts, silk I think, and I couldn't help thinking that he looked good for his age. Part of me was terrified, part was interested. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at me.

"You're beautiful," he said and smiled.

Holy fuck, I melted. He couldn't have said anything more likely to make me feel better. I smiled back at him, "I'm silly," I said, "I was going to be sexy when you came in, now I'm shy. I know my bottom's too big and my boobs are too small. They used to call me 'big hips' at school. I don't think I can let you see me!!!!"

He continued to smile down at me and very patiently said, "You're not silly, just worried. You are beautiful, I've told you. I don't care how big your boobs are or your bottom is, you're beautiful. Anyway, your boobs are perfect and anybody who says your bottom is too big is either blind or stupid or both. It's absolutely perfect." And with that he reached down and pulled the duvet all the way off the bed and I was laying there starkers under his eyes. I was also having trouble controlling myself. What he had just said to me was washing over my body like soft hands, I was tingling all over and between my legs I was beginning to catch on fire. He was still looking down at me but now his eyes travelled down my body. 

I could feel them!!! 

I felt them move over my boobs and linger on my nipples then over my stomach until they got to my pussy. They stayed there for it seemed like hours but must have been in reality only a few moments.

He lay down beside me, kissed me on the lips, and whispered in my ear, "Tu sei bella, bella sei tu!" I came!!! Only a little one but I came. Now he was telling me I'm beautiful in Italian. I didn't know how long it would be before I was a complete jelly in his hands. 

I turned my head towards his and said, "Thank you, it makes me go all squishy inside when you say things like that." It did and it had. I was coming down off my baby high.

"You speak Italian," he said, surprised.

"A bit. I know that means 'you are beautiful, beautiful you are'. You can say it as often as you like," I said breathlessly. I was really ready for him now. I hoped it wouldn't be too long before he finally made love to me! For all the boys I'd been with, I'd never been like this, you know, waiting for a man to make love to me, unhurried, prepared, if you like. It was a strange feeling. He began to kiss my lips, my eyes, my nose: it was funny and nice as well and I kissed him back. I could feel his hand begin to move down my body and stop on my boobs. He stroked them for what seemed like ages while we kissed. He went to the underneath, you know, that tender area under the breast and he gently stroked as his thumb started to rub my nipple which was beginning to rise. He tweaked my nipples, one after the other as he moved from one boob to the other, round and round in circles. I was in seventh heaven. I love my boobs played with, Jo is expert at it, Mike wasn't far behind. I could hardly concentrate on kissing him with the fire burning between my legs. 

His hand left my tits and travelled across my tummy and found my button. I'm quite sensitive there but not sexually, it just tickles. In a way it was good that he stayed there for a few moments, it allowed me to catch my breath. Then he moved on. I knew it wouldn't be long before he got to my sex. I could feel him in the hair on my mount. OOOHHH!! it sent goose pimples up and down my spine. When he touched my cunt (I'm sorry but I slip into this language when I'm really worked up and I am now remembering this) for the first time I pushed my tongue into his mouth and began to drink him in, I was really bombing. Then he started to finger my vagina directly backwards and forwards. I was very wet by now and I really couldn't wait much longer. 

His boxers had somehow disappeared and now I felt his erection on my leg. It felt enormous and I wanted it in me, so I pulled my mouth from his whispered in his ear, "Please, do it now. I want you, I want you in me, now. Please, please! I want you now." He didn't seem to take any notice as he continued to stroke me with his fingers finally placing one in my vagina and moving it slowly in and out. If he wasn't careful I was going to cum all over his finger but he must have realised how close I was because he began to move over me. He had to take his hand away then and that gave me a moments release to 'regroup'. I was very, very close to cumming but I wanted to wait for him to enter me.

When he got on top I opened my legs to let him in and he lay between them. He didn't flatten me like most blokes, he held himself on his arms above me and looked down into my eyes. Then he did the strangest thing. He took all his weight on one arm and with his other hand he reached down for his tool and put it at the entrance to my vagina. It felt enormous!! He moved the tip of his cock up and down the length of my sex from the little hooded man at the top to the bottom of my vagina. Oh heaven and hell did I want him in me. I don't know what I said but I think I asked him to fuck me.

Then he began to put it in me very slowly, I felt like a violin being played by a master, and the tune he was playing was pleasure! He didn't go all the way in that first time, a little way then out, then a little further in, then out, then a little further in, then out. It seemed to go on for ever, waves of pleasure were rippling across my body but the way he was doing it didn't make me cum, it just sort of kept me on the boil. Finally he was all the way inside me, it was heaven. I could feel his balls against my bottom and our pubes brushing together. I didn't think that he was really gigantic but he was certainly bigger than anything I had there before. It was glorious. I felt as if I was in fantastic sunshine, warm and cosy all over, and deep inside I started to feel my orgasm building. I knew this was going to be a big one!

He started to move in me properly then, in and out, in and out. At the same time he moved his head down and started to gently suck my nipples. Whoa, I was on the road!!

I was pulled from my self-centred reverie by the sound of him calling my name, "Caroline, Caroline," he said, "look at me." I'd closed my eyes when he entered me, now I opened them and looked directly at him. I'd never done this before, I suddenly felt very naked. "I want you to look at me. Do you like it? Look at me as you cum."




Caroline Ch. 01.04



I looked directly into those eyes of his and that was it, "Oh yes," was all I could manage before my orgasm hit me. I lost sight of his eyes then as my vagina contracted around his penis and my juices flowed (I do get a bit wet when I cum). As my orgasm washed over me he bent his head and began to lick the perspiration from between my tits like a man dying of thirst. I felt my orgasm drifting slowly away with him still gently moving in and out of me a few times before he pulled out.

He lay on the bed beside me, his head propped up on one elbow looking down at me. I turned my head, "Oh that was lovely," I said. Then I felt his seemingly erect cock on my leg. I quickly reached down with my hand, he was still hard. All my doubts suddenly returned, I wasn't any good. I hadn't pleased him. He didn't want me. I nearly cried.

"It's still hard," I said, my lip trembling, "wasn't I any good, it didn't happen for you?!"

"Ssshh," he said putting his finger on my lips, "that was for you. I'll wait 'til later," and he smiled down at me in reassurance.

I smiled back at him. I was in that lovely land of post orgasmic bliss where everything was pink and cosy and nothing could go wrong. You know, that very vulnerable place we girls go to after cumming.

"Most boys I know can't stop themselves. It's soon over for them."

"That's the inexperience of youth," he said laughing, "Anyway, it doesn't take so long to recover when you're young. I have to wait so I try to control myself. You don't know how much pleasure I got from watching you cum. And I want to give you so much more."

I suddenly realised what he said, it wasn't all over. He was going to do it again, whatever it might be. I lay there with my eyes closed contemplating what the immediate future held and the possibility of more of these fantastic orgasms. Now I was more aware of him, I could feel his maleness against my leg and I was about to hold it when he began to stroke my tits again. I opened my eyes and looked directly into his, "You still haven't told me whether you liked my new blouse!" and I gave him my number one after sex smile.

He laughed out loud and kissed me on the lips, "Hussy," he said, "I love these," squeezing gently on one of my boobs, "so, as it's a see through blouse, I love it."

"I still think they're too small," I said pouting at him.

"Minx," he laughed, "You're fishing for a compliment."

I pouted again, "I like it when you complement me. It makes me feel good. Are they too small?" I added plaintively. Another pout.

"I don't know," he said playfully, "I'll have to have a closer look." And with that he moved his head down to my boobs. I wondered what he was going to do now. I didn't dare to think. I love being eaten, Jo and I do it often. Was he going to do that? Oh how I hoped he would. He started to kiss and lick my boobs, covering every square inch. He lingered on the underside, it was heavenly. 

"Oh yes," I said catching my breath, "that's lovely. Keep doing that. Are they too small?"

"They're just the right size," he laughed, "and especially beautiful. I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes examining them really closely so I can tell you all about them."

That made me laugh, he was good at making me laugh, "Spend as long as you like, I love it!"

Although I think my boobs are too small, I'm rather proud of the nipples. When they're hard they are like little brown hazel nuts. He obviously liked them, his tongue circled round and round them before he started gently sucking them. Oh dear, I was on the road again, and so soon after the first one, so unusual. I reached down and started stroking his hair as I started to purr from the pleasure of his attentions. Then I felt his tongue move down across my tummy to my button. He circled round and round it before he pushed his tongue in. 

I laughed, "That tickles," I said

"Shall I stop?"

"Oh no, don't stop. It's lovely."

I just knew then that he was going to eat me and I was already halfway there before he even got near my pussy. He could roll his tongue and he started to "fuck" (sorry) my button with it. It felt quite sexy. But what felt even sexier was his hand finding the soft hair that covered my mount. He left my belly button and started to kiss and lick down my tummy and he finally got to my pubes which he gently pulled with his teeth. I could feel his tongue licking my hairs and I expected him to move on to my cunt (oops, oops, oops, no more, I've told you that when I get really going I use bad language, I can't help it). He didn't! He moved right past me there and started to kiss and lick the inside of the tops of my legs. Bloody hell, no one had done that before, not even Joanna. I found now that I was so sensitive there. I opened my legs and he kissed all the way back to my bottom. It was heavenly. I started to really motor, making louder purring sounds, "Mmmmmm" as he continued to play around down there.

After a few minutes of this he moved to my pussy. He started by running his tongue softly over my vagina and flicking my very sensitive clit now and then. Every time his tongue flicked it I gasped.

"Good?" he looked up and said.

"Oh fuck, yes. More please," was all I could manage.

Now he opened my legs wider and moved his whole body down between them so that his face was just above my sex. He used his arms to lift my knees to give him greater access and hold me totally open. My mind went back to my discussions with Jo and I suddenly realised he would be able to see my most private place, my anus. I felt a shiver of apprehension at what he might do now but he started again to lick my now very wet sex.

He was moving up and down with his tongue. Occasionally he would flick my clit which was now poking its head out, and sometimes push his rolled tongue into my vagina. After what seemed an age doing this and keeping me on the verge of cumming again he buried his whole face in my hot wetness and put his hands under my bottom and pulled me to him. Fuck, it was good. I was nearly there, then he sucked my clit! That was it, bang, off I went. Starting at my clit the pleasure shot around my body. I clasped my legs together holding his head in place and reached down to try to pull his mouth further into me. Then I flooded his face with my liquid. What a feeling.

"Oh fuck, bloody hell, christ, shit, bugger, oooooooooooohhhhhhhh," I kept mumbling like a litany, over and over again. Poor Mike, I wouldn't let him go until it subsided. It was a wonder he could breathe at all. 

I finally released him and he started to lick me again, savouring, I suppose, the juices dispensed by my orgasm, then he moved up to lay beside me. He kissed my lips, parting them with his tongue which he pushed inside my mouth. As our tongues met he said, "Can you taste yourself?"

I could sweet, bitter, pungent all mixed, "Mmmmmm," I said "that was soooo good," completely relaxed and forgetting myself, "much better than . . . ." I suddenly realised what I had been going to say.

"Much better than ...?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter, it was fantastic," I tried to brush it aside.

"Come on darling," he said, "much better than what?"

I knew I'd have to tell him something than nobody else knew, "All right, much better than Joanna. There now you know."

He didn't seemed particularly bothered or surprised, "Are you and Jo lovers?"

"Well, I suppose we are really, Joanna likes boys as much as I do but sometimes we make love with each other. Does it bother you?" I asked tentatively. 

"No, not really," he replied laughing, "it's obvious you like men!"

"Mmm," I said laughing response, relieved, "I do, especially this one," and I poked him in the chest then went on, "I don't think that we're gay, we just love each other and give each other support. Isn't it like that with men?" I asked. Actually I was relieved. I'd read that some men have fantasies about gay women but can't stand being with one. I don't think that Jo and I were 'gay' in the true sense. We loved each other and, sometimes, we would make love to each other, but we were seldom interested in another woman, only men and boys. 

He laughed, "No, two male friends would never say that they 'loved' each other, at least not nowadays, and they certainly wouldn't sleep together let alone make love. I suppose that's a major difference between men and women. You seem to be able to be more emotionally attached to your friends, especially one as close as Joanna."

"We have been friends for a long time really and I owe her so much and, because she's a bit older she tends to advise me. I think you'd like her. We talked a lot about today. She gave me lots of 'advice'," she laughed, "about older men!"

"Oh, did she now, and what did she say."

"Well," I replied a bit reluctantly, "She said you might be a bit more demanding than those silly boys, you know, different positions, different things. Oh, you know. Now I am getting embarrassed, though why when you've just done that to me, I don't know," I said coyly, "I'm being silly again."

"Of course not," he said smiling down at me, then, "what type of 'different things. I'm intrigued. She might have though of something I haven't!" he joked.

I coloured up a bit now, I was going to mention my bottom and the possibility of sex there but I didn't really know how to say it. I don't usually swear very much except when I'm near to cumming so it was a bit difficult. "Well, its difficult," I said. "Oh dear, well OK." And I took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye, "You let me finish before you interrupt, OK."

He laughed, "Promise," he said looking very interested. I think he knew what was coming.

"You know I've been telling Joanna all about us, and you. I've told her how much I thought you like my bottom." He nodded and smiled. "I've seen you looking and the heat in your eyes almost burns me. That's why I always wear such tight jeans when I'm with you. I know you like it and I love it that you like it so much – despite the fact that its too big!" He smiled. "Well, when we were talking about today, Jo said that all men have a 'favourite part' of a woman. Something about them that turns a man on. I might be legs, boobs, bottom, face, ankles, anything. She thinks that with you it's my bottom." I looked at him demurely, and said, "Is it?"

"Caroline," he said, "I like everything about you but yes, she's right. I love the female bottom and yours, far from being too big, is exquisite."

"It's nice when you say things like that." It was. It made me feel real, important. "Anyway, she said that if you were that interested in my bottom you might want to, er, um. I don't know how to say it," I stuttered. "Oh dear. That you might want to make love to me there," I finally managed to blurt out.

He wasn't going to let me get away without saying it, I could see he was getting excited. This was obviously something he wanted very badly. I was certain now that he would want to take me there and I felt a frisson of expectation and excitement, not to mention apprehension, rush through my body at the thought of that great big thing stuck up my bottom.

"What did she mean? Did she explain?" he said fixing me with hot eyes.

"Oh yes," I said finally deciding to be more direct, "she said you might want to put your cock in my bottom." Then I took a deep breath and looked at him coyly, "Do you want too?"

He replied obviously very excited at the prospect, "Oh yes, do I want to, yes very much." Then he said quietly, "But only if you want me to. Do you?"

"I don't know really, I want to please you, especially after what you've just done to me. I want to please you like you pleased me, but I've never done that. I have read about it but I thought it was all fiction. It wasn't until we talked about and Joanna explained it was possible and quite normal that I realised I could try it. She told me she had tried it a few times and it was OK, she quite liked it and it would probably be OK for me if you were kind and gentle." I was quiet for a while, thinking about the possibility of his big thing going in there. What would it be like, would it hurt, could he get it all in? I'd only had him inside my pussy and that felt great but he was bigger than anything I'd had before. But then why not, he was kind, I was sure he wouldn't hurt me on purpose so I said, "Well, you are kind and gentle so yes, I'd like to try it. There, I've said it. Yes, I want you to do it so you can be the first one. I'll be a virgin there," I laughed at the thought, that's what Jo had meant, "so I can give you my virginity."

He seemed completely overcome by what I had said. He looked down at me with those lovely eyes taking in my body then he hugged me tightly to him and whispered directly in my ear, "What have I done to deserve you?"

I think that he was very excited now at the prospect of taking this virginity, I must admit I was. He pulled away from me and said, "I very much want to do that with you. That was what I was imagining the second time we met and you asked me what I was thinking." He stopped, "But, I don't want to do it just yet. If we do that I'll be finished," he laughed, "and I haven't finished with you yet."

Excitement grew in my body, this was soooo different. I'd already had two orgasms and he was promising more. I couldn't wait, but I was aware that he didn't seem to have had any pleasure yet.

"Perhaps its just a well you didn't tell me," I said, "you might have frightened me off."

"I'm surprised that none of your boyfriends tried anything like that with your bottom," he said.

"I don't think that they noticed me in that way really. That's why I'm fed up with them. None of them thought about me, only themselves." I wanted to tease him a little bit, he was so excited about my bottom and the prospect of taking my virginity. So I said coyly giving him a full look, "Why is my bottom so nice?"

He laughed, "You're fishing for compliments again, but I like complementing you. It might sound a bit clinical though, I've never described to its owner why her bottom is attractive! Anyhow, here goes. Your bottom is so nice because its 'proud'. There's a lovely curve from your waist . . ."

"That's too big as well!" I interrupted.

He smiled, ." . . to your hips. It gives you a nice curvy shape from the back, you know," and he made the coca cola bottle shape with his hands. "But what is really sexy is the way your bottom juts out behind and curves up to meet your legs. There is a lovely roundness to your bottom cheeks that wearing tight jeans accentuates. You don't know how hard it has been not to touch you there . . ."

Excitement built in me, I wanted him to touch me there. What would he do. I was sure there would be more to it than just sticking his thing in me. I began to get excited, but, again, concerned as well. He was quite big.

"But you can now," I said, "I'm looking forward to you touching me there but I'm a little bit frightened of . . . Oh, you know . . . . It felt so big, I can't imagine that it'll go there, will it? Will it . . . hurt?" I finally managed to blurt out.

He smiled at my concerns. How could he hurt me, I thought.

"Yes, it will although most of the women I've done this with have enjoyed it, some even more than straight sex. I've been told it hurts the first time or two, a bit like your virginity, but if you like it that goes away after a few times. And yes, it will go there if you want it to. The most important thing is to take it gently and carefully the first time or two and always use plenty of lube."

"Lube?" I asked. How naïve I was then!

"Yes, you don't lubricate there so it can be very painful without KY jelly, Vaseline, AstroGlide, or something like that."

"Oh, I see. Will I like it?"

"I honestly don't know," he answered, "it's something you don't know until you try but, as I said, most women I've done it with have enjoyed it and you said Joanna liked it."

"But she might have just been saying that for my benefit."

He bent down and kissed me, "The most important thing is for you to enjoy it, I'll do all I can to make it good for you. I know it will be good for me, its my favourite form of sex and with you it will be fantastic because of your wonderful bottom."

I felt warm all over and I was determined to enjoy anal sex for him, "I love it when you say nice things about me. You definitely don't think that its too big?" I ended coyly.  

"Minx," he laughed, "Its certainly not too big for what I have in mind to do to it!"

Expectation, excitement, desire, and apprehension rose in me. WHAT would it feel like? I wanted to find out but he had other things in mind first.

"Shall we do it now?"

He looked at me with hungry eyes and I thought he was going to take this virginity then and there but he again showed his control over his passions. "Not yet," he said looking down at me, "You've got to cum a few more times yet before you're ready for your first time."

He'd obviously made up his mind that he was going to give me more enjoyment before he did it there and now I became conscious that he didn't seem to have had much pleasure up to now. If he was going to put his prick in my bottom I wanted to know it better and if there is one thing I am really good at it is sucking so I gave him my sexiest smile and said, "I'm looking forward to that but first I want to get to know you a bit better," licked my lips provocatively and reached down to take hold of his now slightly soft penis.

I enjoy sucking a penis. I quickly got fed up with the fumbling and constantly failing efforts of boys to do anything between my legs. I got no pleasure from it and just mess so I learnt that sucking could actually give me some pleasure, not orgasmic, but pleasant. I enjoy the feeling of spunk spurting in my mouth and the taste of different boys so I became very good at it. I was going to give him as much enjoyment as I could without making him cum. I remembered what he had said, if he came now he wouldn't be much good later and I wanted him 'good' to take my final virginity. I don't know why but it was intensely important now that I had him there, however now I was going to focus on his cock.

My hand circled his erection, (that didn't take long, I'd have to be careful) and began to gently wank him. My other hand started to fondle and stroke his balls. I know that most boys I've been with have very sensitive balls. I noticed that he was circumcised, I'd only had one of those in my mouth before and I preferred it to those with a foreskin. I wet my lips and took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked. This was greeted by a sharp intake of breath by Mike and a moment of stillness from him. (I found out later that his was of controlling his orgasm was to remain completely still and to think of something totally different. I learned that it was in my own interest, he lasted longer, to stay still as well).

He seemed to relax and I began to lick him like a lollipop from top to bottom and play with his balls. I love to try to stick my tongue in the little hole at the end, I can't of course, but its fun and they seem to love it, so I started to do this as well. My mouth was filling with saliva now, warm and moist, and I took him back inside and gently sucked, trying to remain very aware of his state of arousal. I was still sucking the head and stroking him when he said huskily, "Caroline, can you 'deep throat?"

As a matter of fact, I can. I looked up and, not wanting to speak with my mouth full, took it out and replied with a beguiling smile, "How deep do you want it?"

"As deep as you enjoy."

I knelt down between his legs and took him back into my mouth. I lowered my head until I could feel the end touching the top of my throat, then I began to swallow. It's a great feeling to have a cock lodged in my throat like this but you have to get used to breathing because it blocks you off. I knew he was in all the way when my nose was tickled by his crinkly pubic hair so I began to move up and down breathing on the up swallowing on the down. After a few moments he tensed right up and I knew he was close.




Caroline Ch. 01.04



"Jesus, Caroline," he said, "that is fucking fantastic. But not too much or you'll get a mouthful of spunk!"

Taking him from my mouth but still wanking it, I looked up at him and said, "I wouldn't mind," she said, "I think I'd like the taste of your spunk!" Then I went back to sucking him. I really did want him to come in my mouth. I'd forgotten about anything else at the pleasure he gave me but, after a few moments, his hand came down to my head to stop me moving. I took his cock out again and grumpily looked up, no spunk today! (But I did get plenty on other occasions.) He smiled down at me and I snuggled up level with him and we kissed and touched for a while. I think that he needed the time to calm down after my sucking.

While we were kissing his hands had moved down to my bottom and were gently caressing the cheeks. It felt so lovely, gentle and loving. He whispered in my ear, "I need to go down there, Caroline, I want to savour that beautiful bottom at close hand."

I languidly rolled onto my front and turned my head to face him, "Go on then," I said. I couldn't wait. No one had ever done anything like this before. I was tingling all over with anticipation and desire. He sat up and was still for a few moments looking down at me then he started to kiss the back of my neck, my shoulders and the top of my back. Every touch was electric. I felt as if I was on fire and his touches were making me even hotter. His hands ran down my back and over my bottom causing me to let out a long drawn out, "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh." He ran his tongue down the length of my spine sending shivers of some unexplained desire through my body, then he reached the top of the crevice between my cheeks. Oh heaven. He continued to lick the bottom of my back and the top of my buttocks whilst his hands roved across the cheeks of my bum and stroked the tops of my legs. I didn't realise how sensitive this area is and I was beginning the rise to a massive orgasm: number 3!

His kissing and licking then moved onto the cheeks of my bottom. I think he must have covered every inch without touching the crevice in between. I was trembling in anticipation, never having been treated like this before. The feelings were unbelievable. He hadn't touched my pussy and I was on fire there and everywhere else. He moved to the area between my legs and I felt his hot breath touch me deep between my legs, what was he going to do now? Oh please, anything, he could have done anything to me at that moment. It was all I could do to stop from screaming, "Take me, abuse me, do anything you want, but please do it. NOW" So I opened my legs a bit more wanting him to do something though I didn't know what!

Then he reached up and parted the cheeks of my bottom. He could see it now. I suddenly had this funny thought, he could see something I'd never seen. He was still for a while, looking at the crinkly rosebud I supposed (I knew what they looked like, I'd seen Jo's close enough although I hadn't done to her what he did to me next) and controlling himself. Then, oh sweet fuck, he started to lick the crack of my rear from top to bottom. He would flick his tongue then using it all, lick it fully, coating the whole area with saliva. When he reached my anus, I nearly came. I didn't realise I was so sensitive there. I whimpered, I had to touch myself, I was burning. My orgasm was building and I wanted to bring it on.

He pushed my hand away, "Don't Caroline, just feel your bottom and tits. You're going to cum that way." I wasn't happy but I moved my hand away and concentrated on the feelings radiating from my tight little bottomhole. 

He got past there and started to kiss and lick the area between my pussy and my bottomhole but he didn't touch my pussy just my anus. I was shuddering and making the strangest sound, pure pleasure, with my orgasm building. He then moved to my anus full time holding my bottom cheeks wide open and licking around the sphincter. He thrust his face deep between my cheeks and reached up to tweak my nipples. I moaned, I groaned. I'd never been anywhere like this before. My orgasm was whirling round and round and, because it was the third, and it was focussed on my bottom, it felt different and was longer in coming but what pleasure. He must be able to do something with his tongue because I felt it pushing past my tight ring like a very small penis I suppose, then he started to use it to move it in and out. Suddenly he stopped, moved away a little and I felt something go in back there, it felt enormous. It didn't hurt, just felt a bit funny for a moment, I thought he wasn't going to do it yet! But he must have, but was it good. Oh boy, it was bloody fantastic. What a feeling, I just had to push back on it.

I heard him say, "Is that good?"

"Oh yes fantastic, but I didn't think you were going to put it in yet"

He laughed, "That's only my finger. You get more later!"

"It feels so big, and I feel so full. Will I be able to do it?" I said breathlessly.

"I'm sure you can, just enjoy my finger for the moment and let yourself go."

He started to move his finger in and out of my bottomhole. It felt so big. I could feel my sphincter squeezing on it as he pulled it out and relaxing slightly as he pushed in. He started to use his tongue around my ring as his finger moved backwards and forward. I was very wet there from his saliva and I thought a bit looser. Then I felt him put another finger in with the first. Oh, double heaven, if fingers felt like this what must a cock feel like. I started to move my bottom backwards on to his fingers as I felt my orgasm approaching and I reached down again to touch myself. 

Before I could do so he removed his fingers and said, "Caroline, do you like my fingers in your bottom?" I think he knew I was close and wanted to prolong it a little bit.

"Oh yes, its a lovely feeling. Strange but lovely."

"What about my tongue, do you like that?"

"Oh, yes."

"What do you want now?"

This really got me, I let loose. I knew what I wanted. "I want you to lick my arsehole, stick your tongue up my arse and make me cum. Pleeese lick my arse. Stick your tongue in my arsehole. Please!" I told you I swear when I get close!

His hand left my nipple and he moved round directly behind me and between my legs which he opened a bit more. He licked from the back of my pussy right across my anus and up the valley between my cheeks, then he stuck his tongue past my anus and began to tongue fuck me there. I came, jesus, did I come. I pushed my bottom back into his face. My back passage was on fire, he could have put three cocks in there at that moment. My orgasm started somewhere near there and floated around my body 'til it reached my clit. Oh boy, did I want this again. What would his cock feel like, his huge cock in my rectum. Oh, I could hardly wait.

He pulled away and got level with me again, "Well?" he said questioning.

"Oh god," was all I was able to say for a few moments, "that was like nothing I've ever felt before. I can't believe I said those things, used those words, but it was like somebody else taking over my body. I couldn't think of anything else except my bottom and what you were doing to it."

"Do you think that you want to go for the whole thing?"

You bloody bet, "Oh yes, I'd love to get that feeling again and I'd love for you to be in there but you are quite big." What would it feel like? "Oh there, I've started to talk like that again. When I think of you doing that to my head gets all 'dirty'."

He laughed, "I don't mind dirty, the more the better for me. Do you like to hear that kind of thing?"

"I don't really know. I've never talked like that before and none of the boys I've been with have talked very much once they started."

"Well," he said, "Just say what you feel, and don't worry about size – if you want to, you'll manage. Take my word for it."

And did I want to try it, didn't matter how big it was I was going to take it all in my backside. I knew that now. I wanted him there. This got me to wondering what it would feel like when he came in there, interesting. But I also wanted him to make love to me properly again before he took what was left of my anal virginity. My pussy needed some attention.

I looked up at him coyly, "Oh I really do want to try it for real with your cock but will you make love to me properly again before you do it?" and gave him my 'virgin innocent' look. I saw the fire flash across his eyes, I think he nearly took it then and there but that control again that I so loved him for.

"Anything you want, Caroline. What position is your favourite?"

Positions? "I haven't tried many positions as you call them. Although I've been with a few boys its always been pretty much the same, me underneath, them on top," I giggled, "fumbling around. With you its been different, you think of me and my pleasure. It's a bit like some of the woman's books that I read, you know, the romantic stuff."

He looked down at me and smiled tenderly and a little sadly, "Perhaps its because I'm older," he said, "and a little wiser. Sex is about giving pleasure as well as taking. I get almost a much pleasure out of watching you have a good orgasm as I do having one myself. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you can. Have you got a fantasy position – come on you must have read some things in these modern girl's magazines!"

"Oh they're all very silly, they just talk about sucking. I do read Cosmopolitan sometimes and a lot of women write in about being 'on top' – can I try that?"

"Sweetheart," he said, making me go all gooey, "we can try anything you like. We'll start that way and try a few and see what you like."

He took me in his arms and began to kiss my mouth and eyes, his hands fondling my boobs and gently tweaking my nipples. Then a hand to my pussy and strokes backwards and forwards across me there and his thumb on my clit. I was ready again, I wanted to feel him in me. "Oh yes, please take me now, I want you in me."

He rolled onto his back and lay still with his cock sticking up in the air, "Climb on board," he laughed, "its all yours."

I'd never imagined sex could be like this, last so long, be so exciting. I wasn't laughing, god I wanted that inside me so I straddled his hips and took hold of his penis, now rock hard again, and guided it between the lips of my cunny. It felt marvellous there, so good I stayed still for a moment enjoying the feeling of the head just entering me. "Oh, that feels sooooo different," I said. Then I looked directly into his eyes, smiled as suggestively as I knew how, and lowered myself onto his steel pole. Bloody hell it was good. I could feel every inch as it went inside me. When it was all in I threw back my head and started to bounce up and down on it. I was lost. My 4th orgasm, taking even longer to arrive, was certainly on the way. I felt him reach up to touch my tits and nipples then, "Caroline." I looked at him and he reached out to hold me to him. We kissed, mouths and faces, as I bounced on his cock.

"Don't cum yet," he whispered in my ear, "make it last, enjoy."

"It feels soooo good like this. I wish it could last forever."

"Turn round," he said, huskily, "I want to see that lovely bottom of yours as you slide up and down on me."

Yes, that would be good so, without taking myself totally off him, I turned round and faced his feet. It was difficult to do the first time without letting him out: I got better later! I leant forward and continued to slide up and down on his penis. It must have turned him on for he reached forward to play with the cheeks of my bottom. I think if he had touched my bottomhole then I'd have cum at once. As it was I was nearing release when he suggested changing positions.  

"Lay on your side, sweetheart," he said, " and pull the top leg up to your chest." This really exposed me between my legs but I didn't mind, I wanted him to see me. He began to fuck me in this position and it was almost as good as being on top. With one leg drawn up and the other on the bed between his legs I felt very wanton and I realised that it wouldn't be long before I had yet another delicious cum. He must have sensed this because he completely covered me and with one hand started to tickle my clit whilst a finger on the other pushed into my still wet back passage.

Holy shit, I pushed back on the finger, bloody hell, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I shouted as it felt like I was going to explode. 8 Inches of cock in my vagina, a finger up my arse, and a thumb playing with my clit. Oh this man, fabulous, wonderful, tremendous, my orgasm rolled around and washed over me leaving me weak and helpless, but knowing that now the final round was coming, he was going to take me in the back door for the first time! Do you know, I couldn't wait. I didn't care whether it hurt, I liked it, or whatever, I was going to do it for him.

I could feel his cock resting on my leg as he withdrew from my now satisfied pussy so I knew he was ready. It was like a bar of iron. I turned face down and awaited his pleasure. I wasn't frightened despite the size of him, I was sure he wouldn't hurt me intentionally but I realised that once we had started this he wouldn't be able to hold back so I had to finish no matter what. I felt his hands on my back like before, stroking and caressing me from shoulder to leg. He seemed to be devouring the feeling of anticipation that must have been building in him, it certainly was in me.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, "Now?" My heart missed a couple of beats, this was it.

"Yes, do it now, please be gentle."

"As gentle as a soft breeze," he replied softly.

Then his mood changed, not nasty or anything, just intense, "Kneel, Caroline," he said, "stick that lovely arse in the air." I sensed from his change of language that he was really excited now and I became a bit apprehensive about what I had let myself in for but I'd promised myself I'd go through with this. I'd had four tremendous orgasms to his none, I owed him this at least.

I pulled my knees up under me and stuck my bottom in the air. He reached forward and gently pushed my head to the pillows so my back was bowed, then he parted my legs. I was totally his, open, vulnerable but I didn't feel frightened now, just apprehensive. His caresses were soft. I looked back at him with a soft smile and said, "Will it hurt?"

He must have noticed my apprehension as he smiled and said, continuing to massage the cheeks of my arse, "It might at first but if you enjoy it the discomfort will go away."

"I hope so, I want this to be good."

He showed me the tube of gel, "I'm going to use some lubricant to make it easier, just try to relax." I felt him put the gel on my bottom and begin to work it around my anus, it felt good. Round and round he went making me want something put in there. Then something cold which caused a gasp, "Are you OK?" he asked full of concern.

"Its cold!!" I laughed and pushed back on his finger which had just gently pushed inside my rectum. "Oooohhhhh, that feels sooooo good."

"I'll warm you up in a moment," he laughed back and pushed his finger further in. "Are you ready?"

Was I ready. I wanted him in my bottom so much I'd have begged him for it. I had no idea what it would feel like, pain, pleasure, both or neither, but I wanted his cock there so, so much. "Oh yes," and I thrust my bottom back at him. "Stick your cock up my arse. Fuck my virgin arse. Pleeeeeeeese." Then I felt him against the tight ring of my anus and my automatic reaction was to squeeze it tight shut. His first push was met with total resistance, I didn't mean to but I couldn't help myself, I became tense and even more apprehensive.

"Try and relax, just open to me," he whispered gently in my ear. And I did, I wanted him there. Oh how I hoped that it wouldn't hurt and that I'd like it. I sighed and relaxed, opened my sphincter to him and felt him push forward. His cockhead slid inside quite easily, but hell it was big. I gasped as I felt it push past my sphincter and then squeezed tight causing the ring of my anus cling to his penis just below the head where it narrowed slightly. He kept very still. It bloody hurt! 

He asked hoarsely and obviously having difficulty controlling himself, "Are you OK? Does it hurt?"

"I'm OK and yes it does," I replied catching my breath, "but keep going." 

I was going to do this and it did feel a little better, full, complete. Its difficult to explain. He pushed forward and a bit more of his rod entered my rectum. Oh god it hurt again, but once I relaxed, the pain disappeared somewhat and it felt funny, big, in fact it felt bloody enormous, but now I was OK with it. I could cope because he was being so considerate. It wasn't bad, not good yet, but it was starting to feel better. I could feel all of him, so different from in front. Every bump and vein seemed to press against the walls of my rectum and I could feel the gentle pulses that must have been him maintaining control. I suddenly thought, what will it feel like when he cums and I wanted more inside me. I wanted him to cum inside me, fill me with his spunk. He pushed a bit more. Oh wonders, marvellous, a sudden peak of pain which disappeared slowly. I sighed and started purring. It was so different from being taken normally in the front. I could feel and orgasm building, strange, different from the usual. He thrust a bit further and I came. Not big, but I came at the strange sensation, both pain and pleasure mixed, a pleasurable pain, I suppose, that his cock was giving me as it filled my back passage. I also felt very full at that point, weird. I came to understand that anal orgasms were very different from those starting at the front! 

I knew he wasn't all the way in, I couldn't feel his thighs against my buttocks but he remained still and it felt wonderful. I wanted to feel it moving in there so I began to move my bottom forwards off his cock. It hurt a bit but I continued despite the soreness. This prompted him to almost completely remove it from my rear. I almost screamed, 'don't take it out' when he drove forward deep into me. Holy shit this hurt but it was GOOD as well. I looked back at him over my shoulder and said breathlessly for him and for me, "Come on, fuck my arse. Fill me up. Oh how I want your cock in my arse. Give me all of it. Come on, fuck me, fuck my arse. Fill my arse with your spunk. Cum in my arse." I'd thrown caution to the wind now, there was no turning back. He was going to fuck my arse properly!

This was his green light. He began to pump my rear, backwards and forwards, in and out. Any pain disappeared completely and was replaced by only a slight soreness as I got used to him in there. I felt another orgasm approaching, very different from the earlier ones, more intense almost painful. It caused me to clench my rectal muscles on his cock, I didn't want it to leave my bottom but then I did because I loved the feeling of it returning. Then he started to cum. I could feel him tensing, getting ready to spurt, a pulse, then the spunk in my bowels. I could feel it!! Warm, hitting my insides, bathing me with his manly cream. I almost screamed then shouted "Aaaaaaaaghhhhhh," as I came, my whole body shuddering with the impact of the orgasm, his cock in my arse, and the spunk hitting the inside of my bowels. I felt 5 or 6 jets of warm liquid washing my insides before his orgasm subsided and I continued to squeeze his cock to drain him, empty him, suck him inside me, possess him. Who says men are all powerful, he was drained, I had emptied him with my body. I felt marvellous until he pulled his softening cock out. I didn't want it to go but it had to. I felt my anus begin to close on the thin dribble of spunk I could feel oozing from inside me. He surprised me then, he leant forward and licked my closing anus, soothing the little bit sore ring and sucking his own spunk and whatever else from my tender arsehole. I sighed and lowered my body to the bed, spent, satisfied. I liked it, wanted it again.




Caroline Ch. 01.04



He moved to lay next to me and hugged me close, "That was the greatest sex I've ever had. You've got a tremendous bottom," he said breathlessly, "did you enjoy it?"

"It was out of this world," I said truthfully, "I don't think I've ever experienced anything close to that feeling. It was like being full up all over. I could feel everything your prick was doing and when you started to cum I could feel it inside me."

"Would you do it again?"

Would I? "Oh, yes please, Now?" To be truthful, I was hoping he said no now because I was a bit sore there and I might not have enjoyed another session. I certainly wanted to experience it again however.

He laughed and pointed down, "I'm sorry darling, but whilst the spirit is very willing the flesh is weak. It will be a while before I'll be fit for anything. Its not every day that I get to stay hard on and off for a couple of hours, bring a beautiful woman to orgasm five (?) times and then cum in her beautifully tight bottomhole."

"I actually came six times," I giggled, "twice with you in my bottom. I suppose I'll have to wait until next week then?"

"So we're going to do this again are we?"

"You bet," I said suddenly feeling a need down there, "I must go to the loo, back in a minute." I returned a while later having cleaned up down there and lay beside him.

"Mike," I said, "can I ask you a question."

"Off course, fire away."

"It's a bit embarrassing really but I wanted to ask whether you put it all inside me just now only I didn't feel you up against me." I was suddenly shy, "Aren't I awful? Its just that when I think of you in my bottom I don't really care about being 'proper'."

"Don't worry about that, no I didn't put it all in."

"Why, were you afraid you'd hurt me?"

He laughed, "I didn't think I was hurting you, you seemed to be enjoying it at that time."

"Oh, I was, I'm just curious. I sort of wanted all of you. I suppose I was being greedy."

"I can handle that," he smiled. "The reason is sort of difficult to explain without being crude." He took a deep breath, "If you think of it that your bottom is designed for pushing things out not for something to be put in."

"Yes," I interrupted, "but it was nice when you put it in!"

He laughed again, "Hush, you minx and let me finish. Well, if there's something in your bottom waiting to come out then anything trying to get right in won't be able to."

"Oh," I said, then I thought I realised what he was talking about, "I see. Well what can I do about it." I wanted all of him inside me, I knew I could take it there. He must have had two or three inches left to push in.

"Well I'm no expert," he said "but . . ."

"You certainly knew what you were doing in my bottom," I laughed, "it seemed pretty expert to me!"

"Hush, woman . . . ." Yes a woman now, now longer a silly girl. I felt like a woman, grown up, adult. Before I'd been a silly girl going with silly boys, after this afternoon I was a woman with a man.

." . . . and listen. Some women I have known prepare for anal sex by ensuring they are empty there. Some gay guys I know, and I mean as friends," he added laughing, "I only like female bottoms; who do this a lot use an enema beforehand when they get ready for sex. They say it's the best way to enjoy the feeling because they know they are clean and are more sensitive when completely empty. Some women I've been with have told me they used enemas. Those with very sensitive back passages said that they enjoyed it as a prelude to anal sex."

"Oh, I understand now," I said, blushing slightly. I didn't really but I was certainly going to discuss this with Joanna, I was sure she'd know all about it. "I'll ask Joanna about it. She's a nurse."

He looked slightly shocked, "Will you tell her about having anal sex for the first time?"

"Oh yes, we talk about boys and everything. I'll be able to tell her I've been with a man! Not some silly boy. She'll be really interested and probably jealous that I've found you."

"Thanks," he said smiling sadly, "you make me feel young again. I only wish I could perform like a youngster."

"I like you as you are," I said, touching his face, "nobody has ever made me fell like you did today. I can't wait for next week!"

He smiled at me, hugged me and said, "Come on, lets have a shower together."

And we did.

Afterwards we sat and talked until late afternoon when he drove me home. We laughed, kissed, laughed and enjoyed each others' company. It was a great way to finish a wonderful day.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! Please comment and vote. E-mails welcome. Part 5 follows.

To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 01.05



Interim (No sex)

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch. 01 then you'll know what's coming. This is the first time I specifically mention female/female sex. I have no experience of this (other than Adult movies) so I don't describe it, you'll have to use your imagination!)

When I got home we kissed goodnight and he hugged me tightly as if he didn't want me to go, it was lovely. Jo was on lates so I was left on my own to sit and go over what had happened. What a day, I never realised that sex could be like this. So much fun, so much pleasure and no fumbling, groping, or slobbering. I couldn't wait 'til next Sunday but I had to sort out something first. I was seeing Mike on Tuesday but only for lunch, he joked saying he needed a week to get over today and 'reload'. I was determined that next time he would make two 'shots' so I had a plan!

Jo didn't get in until quite late so I was only able to tell her briefly how good my day had been before we went to bed. I was dying to tell her all the details hoping that my newfound sexual happiness may cheer her up but, what with me being at work on Monday and her on lates, I couldn't rally chat to her until Tuesday evening after lunch with Mike.

Tuesday was wonderful, he treated me even more like a princess, polite and a true gentleman. There was no furtive groping and touching, just two people enjoying each others company whilst having a meal and a drink. I was aware, however, of his desire for me. I could see it in his eyes as he looked at me, it made me feel really alive; all tingly inside, and he was soooo nice I couldn't believe it. I thought that, now I had been to bed with him he might change (for the worse like most of my previous boyfriends), but I needn't have worried: he was wonderful.

On Tuesday evening I was at last able to sit down with Joanna and tell her all about Sunday and what happened. After dinner we sat drinking wine, with me trying to cheer her up. She still seemed down from breaking with Steve and I hoped that my good fortune in finding a man would not depress her even more, but I'd always shared my life with her because of what she did for me so, I suppose, she sort of expected me to tell her all about it.

I started by telling her how I had teased him and explained everything to him, and his confusion. Then the sex. I told her everything he'd done to me and how wonderful it was.

"Did he make you cum," she asked.

"Bloody hell, did he," I responded, "I had at least SIX orgasms on Sunday."

"SIX!! I don't believe it."

"Honestly, six orgasms. I'll tell you about them." So I told her about the first when he took me straight, then started to explain what he did with his tongue and how good it was.

"How big is he?" she asked with interest.

"Just under six feet," I said deliberately misunderstanding her.

"No, you know what I mean," she said laughing, "his equipment. Come on, don't be shy."

So I made my hands into fists and put one on top of the other and said with a big smile, "About this and a mouthful."

She laughed out loud, "Caroline, you're awful! Really?"

"Yes really. Its gorgeous inside, really filled me up."

"I should think so. Steve was half that size, that was probably his problem," she added pensively with a touch of sadness.

"What was his problem?" I asked quickly to try to find out what had happened.

"Oh nothing," she said, "tell me about him eating you."

"He is good, Jo. As good as you," I smiled at her, "and different. I told him so."

"You did what?"

"I told him so. I told him he was as good as you."

"So he knows we're lovers? Does he mind?"

"No not at all. I think that he understands our relationship."

So I went on to tell her all about his tongue and sucking him. She was surprised at how controlled he was, not cumming while I was having this wonderful time. Then I got to how he licked my bottom.

"It was marvellous Jo. His tongue and his fingers, oh they made me like jelly. I didn't realise my bottomhole was so sensitive. He made love to it and made me cum without touching my pussy. It was so different; I couldn't wait for him to put his penis in there but he made love to me again and made me cum. Then he put it in".

"He's bloody large, Lena. Did it hurt?"

"A bit at first, sort of stretched and sharp, but he was so gentle. He used loads of KY and kept stopping and asking if I was OK. After a while the hurt went and a lovely feeling of being really full game me a little orgasm. Was it like that for you?" 

"Yes, I liked it the first few times but later, no. But that's another story. Go on, tell me more."

"Well, after a little bit, he got most of himself in me and started to move in my bottom, you know, in/out, in/out. It was unbelievable but he didn't last very long. I suppose it was too much for him. After all he had been hard for nearly two hours, watching me cum again and again. He started to cum deep inside me and, oh Jo, I could feel it, inside me, warm and spurting. Hitting something inside. Was it like that for you?"

"No, he always wanted to cum in my face after anal sex so he never came inside me. It must be a funny feeling."

"Oh Jo, it made me cum, again. This time all over my body starting in my tummy where his spunk was hitting and ending in my clit. I want that feeling again Jo, it was bloody marvellous."

"Sounds like you enjoyed it. Would you do it again?"

"Oh yes. Just now it won't replace straight sex or sucking or eating but it is as good and I can't wait to try it again. He didn't last long, as I said and, although I came, I didn't want him to leave my bottom. I wanted him to carry on taking me there, I wanted more orgasms with him in my bottom."

"You said 'most of him'. He's fairly big isn't he, so he couldn't get it all in?"

"No, I asked him about it and he went on about that place being designed for pushing things out not in and if there was something there, but I'm not sure whether I know what he was talking about."

"Oh, Lena. Think about it, did you take a dump before you did it?"

"Oh, shit!"

"Exactly!!" she laughed.

"So that's why he was talking about enemas," and I told her what he had said. "Do you give enemas at work?" I asked her.

"Yes, quite often, mainly before operations or for internal inspections. They clean the bowels and rectum of any material. That's what he meant about gays using them. One of the girls does nothing but anal sex and she uses them all the time, actually enjoys them she says."

"Can you teach me to use them. I want him all inside me next time. I really want to feel him there."

"I can get you the stuff from work but, Lena, you must be careful. You can tear yourself there and, if you don't exercise your sphincter you'll become loose. You must be careful, OK?".

"Yes, I'll be careful. Let me tell you everything again, I enjoy telling you." And I did before we went to bed.

The next day when I got home from work Jo was in fixing dinner as she always did when on earlies. I asked her about the enema kit, yes she had it and we'd try it later. After dinner we talked about men for a while, I was still trying to find out exactly what happened between her and Steve but she wasn't forthcoming. I thought that there must be a big hurt there so I didn't push it. She asked me a lot about Mike, what he was like in bed, you know, those things. She got me quite excited thinking about him and I knew that, if Jo was willing, we'd make love tonight.

After a while I said to Jo, "Come on, lets try the enema. I want to be able to do it to myself on Sunday. I told you, I want him all." 

"Lena, you're incorrigible. OK, you get undressed and we'll go into the bathroom."

"Why don't you get undressed as well, that's fair," I said. I intended to try to give Jo an enema as well but she didn't suspect at the moment. I was quite excited, you see, I liked Mike in my bottom so much that I thought that just this tiny tube would also be quite nice.

"OK," she said smiling, "just to please you."

We went into the bathroom and she showed me the kit. Just a bag with a filler cap and a tube running from it. Quite a small tube, between a quarter and half an inch in diameter. She showed me the lubricant they used which has a very mild anaesthetic in it to ease entry, and the soap that they used. A special one designed to be particularly effective inside.

As she handed me the tube she said, with a laugh, "I don't suppose this measures up to what you had on Sunday?"

"No, not really," I responded laughing, "he's about three inches round but I'm actually looking forward to this."

Jo squirted a bit of the soap into the bag and filled it with warm water, "Only use warm, not hot or cold otherwise you can give yourself painful cramps: and don't hold the solution for too long."

After mixing the solution in the bag Joanna began to insert the tube into my bottom. It went in easily, I opened just like for Mike, and she pushed it in about 7 inches. "That's far enough. I'm going to squeeze the bag now, OK?"

"OK," I said, "squeeze away", and she did. I felt the warm solution swirling around inside me, quite pleasant really, I got a little tingle in my clit. This could be fun.

"Right," said Jo, "now I'll take the tube out and you have to hold it in. You can use an anal plug but its best if you use your sphincter. Squeeze tight." And she pulled the tube gently out. Again I felt a sense of loss as it left but a sense of fullness in my bowels. After a couple of minutes Jo told me to sit on the toilet and let it go. It felt funny really, but not bad. The she said we had to do it again, two were necessary to get really clean.

The second insertion of the tube felt better than the first and I stroked my clit while Jo was pushing it in, "Oh that's good," I said, "kiss me!"

"Lena, you're a hussy," she said but she did kiss me. I was going to get eaten tonight! So the second enema when quite well, it felt nice as the warm water solution was pushed into my body. I held it for a couple of minutes then let go. 

I said to Jo, "Can I give you one now?" with a big sexy smile.

She looked at me and arched her eyebrow, "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked me with smile.

"Yes", I said.

"OK, but carefully, I've not had as much as you have in there!" she said laughing.

So I gave Jo and enema and then another. She really enjoyed the second, playing with herself and kissing me back. Then we went to bed and made love. For the first time we both had orgasms using our tongue and fingers on our bottoms. It was heavenly and I couldn't wait for Sunday and for Mike to have my bottomhole again. 

The next couple of nights I was on my own as Jo was on night work. I practised with the enema kit and soon became able to administer two enemas to myself in about 10 minutes. This left me clean and empty, I was sure now that I could take all of Mikes 8½ inches in my bottom, I couldn't wait for the feeling.

To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 01.06



Caroline – Part 1: Ch. 1.6: Good and Bad!

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but I hope you will.

Now this episode. I worried for quite some time about including this. There is some mild violence - this is the ONLY example of SM in my story – and I'm not sure how it will be received. By way of explanation, I don't plan my writing, my characters just take me along and this is where they went! It did, however, serve several purposes. It allowed me to discover how it felt to write this sort of thing (not very happy – is there some of this in all of us?) and it allowed the characters to develop their feelings of tenderness for each other. I stress again that there is NOTHING like this description of Sado-Masochism in any other chapter of this or any of my other stories. Please don't let it put you off reading more chapters if you've enjoyed it up to now.)

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Sunday came along and I got myself ready to meet Mike. I decided that I would wear something completely different so I borrowed an outfit from Jo. Soft blouse with long sleeves in a sort of bolero style, almost see-through but not quite, with a tiny bra. A long skirt which clung to my bottom and hips before flaring out, really accentuating the shape of my bottom plus boots with 2 inch heels. The whole outfit was a soft scarlet in colour, I knew that Mike's favourite colour for clothes on a woman was scarlet so I thought he would really like this. Underneath this I wore a thong in scarlet and self supporting stockings (something I never normally wear). I felt soooo sexy.

Mike arrived on time and Jo opened the door. I must say that he looked a bit embarrassed speaking to her. Now I understand why. He saw her then like an older sister/mother and, as he knew I told her everything, he felt under scrutiny. However, they chatted away for a few minutes about nothing, he is good at that, until I was finally ready. When I came in he gave me that lovely look that said I was wonderful and said, "You look absolutely gorgeous, wonderful. That really suits you."

"Thank you kind sir," I said with a mock curtsey, "I'm wearing it for you."

He smiled, hugged me and gave me a little kiss. I think that, had Jo not been there, the kiss would have been longer and deeper!

On the journey back to his house I chattered away as usual about Jo, myself, clothes, lots of things. He said the right things in the right places but I sensed a real desire. I know that I had borrowed one of those tab things to put in my thong as I was getting wet thinking about today and him in my bottom. I had a plan today. I had longed all week for his penis to remain in my back passage far longer than the first time but I know that he cums very quickly in there, it's such a turn-on for him. So I was going to make him cum straight away this morning and get him hard again this afternoon. I was sure that I could. If he could stay hard for two hours I was sure that I could make him hard again after lunch.

When we arrived at his house I got out of the car and went to the front door. I was aware of his eyes on me and particularly my bottom so I swayed and showed it off. As soon as we got in the front door I said blatantly, "I want you, I'm so hot!"

He was embarrassed, he's such a nice man! He explained that, if we went straight upstairs to bed he would feel as if he was treating me like a whore and he respected me too much to do that. Can you believe it, I was gagging for it and he was being the gentleman. I tried kissing him (and I could feel 8 inches that said he was hot) but he insisted on coffee which did allow both of us time to cool down, me by not very much!.

I bolted my coffee down so quickly I almost burnt my mouth. I couldn't wait any longer. I got up, walked over and kissed him, and said smiling, "You, upstairs, NOW!"

He kissed me back and said meekly, "Yes mistress," got up and went upstairs followed closely by me.

As he entered the bedroom he turned and held me tightly, kissed me and whispered, "Tu sei bella, Caroliné, bella sei tu." Oh god, I melted in his arms and kissed him back with interest. His hands were down my back holding my buttocks pressed to him then to my shoulders stroking through my blouse. I began to unbutton his shirt and he my blouse but we both became impatient with the buttons and ripped the clothes off. I undid his trousers and he unclipped my skirt and we both climbed out of them. We were left in underclothes, me in bra, thong, and stockings, him his silk boxers. He held me tight again, pulling me close to him and kissing my neck and shoulder. I could feel his hardness pressing into my tummy and I reached down to touch it but he stopped me. "Turn round," he said huskily.

I turned and realised what he wanted. His penis, standing upright under his boxers, was now trapped in the crease of my buttocks. I could feel it pressing in the valley between my cheeks like an iron rod. Pushing back into him and wiggling my bottom was greeted by a deep sigh and a push forward by his hips squeezing his cock deep in the crease. I could feel the length of it pressing on my anus. His hands were wandering around the front of my body as he kissed my neck and shoulders and whispered sweet things in my ear. My continued pushing and wriggling heightened his enjoyment even more and his hands stopped stroking and caressing my tummy and moved to my boobs. Underneath the bra they went and held one in each hand, cupped, while a thumb and forefinger gently squeezed and tugged each nipple.

I twisted my head to get his mouth on mine and our tongues met and danced together in our mouths. Then his hands left my tits and, travelling down my body, his fingers began to stroke my pussy, lifting the thong and probing my cunny. One finger found my now erect clitoris and began to stroke it. This was too much for me. 

I tore my mouth away from his and said, "Please! Fuck me. I want you in me. Anywhere, I don't care but put it in me!" And I turned around and knelt in front of him, pulling his boxers down. I wanted to swallow his maleness. I needed to feel him in me, anywhere, and swallowing him gave me the chance to do so. I grabbed him; he was rock hard and at full strength. He could have done anything he wanted to me then, front, back, mouth, hurt me, stroked me, anything, anything at all. How dangerous this feeling was I found out later that day but now all I wanted was him. My tongue licked out at the dribble of precum on his prick greedily pulling it in to taste. Then my mouth engulfed the head and began to suck. He went still and he held my head quite tightly. He was about to cum and was controlling it. After a moment he pulled my head off himself and said throatily, "Kneel on the edge of the bed." 

With my bra half off and my thong still on I knelt on the bed and in the mirror I saw him behind me. What was he going to do? That delicious feeling of not knowing where, when, or how he was going to make love to me. He suddenly knelt down with his face level with my bottom and began to lick me from my puckered little anus forward to my now erect clit. My orgasm arrived suddenly as his tongue pressed into me at the entrance to my back passage. He again made a small prick with his tongue which he used to fuck me in the arse as his fingers reached forward and squeezed my clit then pushed into my now soaking wet sex. All I was able to do was to push my bottom back into his face and mumble, "Yessss, oh yessss. Keep your tongue there please." And now I had to say it, "Keep fucking my arse with your tongue. Deeper, pleeeeeeeese." He did. He managed to push his tongue even further past the tight ring which was now relaxing in the wake of this tender assault.

He must have felt my orgasm diminishing because he slowed his tongue and began to lick all around my anus and bottom. Then he licked the inside of my legs at the top before putting his mouth on my cunny and drinking my juices, sucking them from me. I looked back to see him standing behind me, erect cock jutting out in front of him. Oh how I wanted it!

"Please fuck me now," I almost begged.

He smiled and moved forward, his cockhead touching my sex. He took hold of himself and began to stroke himself forwards and backwards along my pussy, touching my clit and getting the head wet with my cum juice. He was going to put it in my bottom, I thought, otherwise he would have put it in my pussy by now. I looked back again, "Yes," I said, "Yes, yes, yes."

He moved the head of his penis backwards across my perineum and stopped at my tight rosebud. Oh it felt soooo big but I wanted it. He pushed forward into my anus and again was met by automatic resistance as I tightened the little ring, but I immediately relaxed, wanting what was coming. He pushed the head of his cock a little way in, stopped, then withdrew, moving it back downwards to my cunny where he pushed the head in. What was happening? Where was he going to put it. My tension was unbelievable, he was obviously doing this on purpose, keeping me guessing. It was a cruel game, but a wonderful one. The feeling of anticipation in both places heightened the pleasure. He kept just the head of his tool in my vagina and again began to move it backwards and forwards over it further lubricating himself. I was desperate to have it somewhere and he knew it: he was keeping me waiting on purpose. Then he pushed into me about 3 inches, withdrew straight away and moved back to my anus which, by now, was ready to take anything as long as it was his rod of iron. I was completely relaxed and he pushed the head of his maleness inside me. I started to push my bottom back onto him but he held my buttocks so I couldn't move. Here I was with the head of his cock half in my rear held absolutely still by his strong hands. It was almost unbearable, was he or wasn't he? I squeezed my anus, trying to force him inwards, oh hell, I wanted him in me all the way!

Then he left my bottom and I felt it drive 6 inches into my vagina. I was so surprised it was bloody marvellous. I came, and drove myself backwards onto him until I could feel his thighs against my buttocks. Heaven, he began to fuck me, slow at first, then faster, keeping my orgasm going for what seemed like ages. He drove deeply into me and then I felt his thumb (it must have been) press against my anus and then inside. This drove me wild. I looked back at him and said, "Please cum in me. I want your cum in my womb. I haven't had any there yet, please."

He leant forward on my back and whispered hoarsely, "Kiss me!" and I turned my head and found his mouth. One arm went underneath my tummy and pulled me into him. He was like a steam piston in my pussy, seeming to drive deeper each time. Then, "Aaaagggghhh, Caroline," as he started to cum. I squeezed my vagina muscles to increase his pleasure and he continued driving into me. Three or four spasms as he paid homage to my body, its offerings accepted gratefully deep inside me. I was lovely to have it there, it felt right. It didn't matter that I wasn't on the pill or anything, just to have his spunk there was wonderful even though I had looked forward so much to his taking my bottom again today.

He pulled his softening penis from my sex, lay on the bed next to me and kissed me tenderly. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to cum so early."

"Don't worry," I said smiling and kissing him back, "I'm sure I can help with the 'reloading'."

He laughed, "I hope you can as well. That was bloody marvellous, Lena."

"I know, it was wonderful, exciting," I laughed back. "I didn't know where you were going to put it. It was exciting, very exciting."

"You enjoyed that, did you?" he asked laughing, "I didn't know where I was going to put it either!"

"Yes, I did. You kept me guessing. It seemed to heighten the enjoyment when you finally put it in. It was lovely. I'm not on the pill," I added tentatively.

"Don't worry about that," he laughed, "I've fired blanks for twenty years now. I had a vasectomy many years ago."

This sent a funny feeling through me, pleased that I wouldn't get pregnant and sorry that I wouldn't. Did I want his baby? Silly, we'd only been to bed together twice and I was thinking babies with him. What was that all about? He interrupted my reverie.

"Let's have a shower."

"Yes, that nice." He has a lovely shower in his en-suite. You can walk in and sit down on small benches. About four people could use it easily. There are three shower heads in all and the water can be very precisely controlled, it's lovely.

We got rid of what clothes we had left after our first game of the day and entered the shower. He turned the water on to a soft waterfall, slightly warm, and we bathed under it.

"Let me wash you," he said taking the soap and beginning to lather me all over. I felt really good. He stood to one side of me and with one hand he started to wash my back, while the other concentrated on my front. It was quite sensuous; the soft spray, the liquid soap and his hands gently moving over me. He started to soap my boobs all over and this, of course, started to heat me up and I turned to him and gave him a kiss which he returned with interest. His hands moved down my body. His left hand at the back reached the base of my spine and gently began to soapily massage my bottom while his right hand was caressing my stomach.

"You've got a beautiful tummy," he said amorously, "just the right curve. Don't you ever diet, I wouldn't want to lose it."

I kissed him again. I was definitely heating up now and was having difficulty standing, my legs got wobbly.

"Put your arm around my neck," he said, "It'll help." I did and it did.

Then both his hands moved lower. At the back he found the crease of my bottom and at the front he found my mons and my pussy. He started to soap both and to massage but his middle fingers seemed to find a way to stimulate both my bottomhole and my clit as they went past and I don't think it was an accident! My legs were very bad now and I had to lean on him but he didn't seem to mind. He continued to do this for a while. I felt soft, warm, loved, and hot. There was an orgasm on it's way! He began to slightly push his finger at the back into my bottomhole and, at the front, into my vagina. Slowly more finger was gently forced in back and front. It was heavenly. He must have been in both to his second joint when he started to move them in and out, stroking both my bottomhole and cunny at the same time. Both in, both out; then alternate in/out, in/out.

"Oh, that's bloody marvellous. Keep on doing that. Ooooooohhhhhhh."

"Kiss me Lena, give me your mouth and your tongue."

I turned again and kissed him pushing my tongue into his mouth. Then he pushed his back. Oh dear, here I was all three of my entrances invaded by him with tongue and fingers. My orgasm arrived, focused on my back door, I suppose because that was the tightest but also in my sex and my clit. "Oh, yes, bloody hell. Fuck oh yes, bloody hell." I moaned as he continued to frig me front and back. My legs had gone completely now and I was being supported by my arm round his neck and his hands, with the middle fingers inside me, holding me by the arse and cunny. It was a lot for me but it was too much for him and he had to sit down. He removed his fingers and I collapsed on to his lap.

"Did you plan that?" I asked breathlessly.

"Yes," he said, "Good?"

"Oh god, yes. Better because I didn't know it was coming but you CAN do it again sometime," I said smiling languidly up at him.

We got dressed and went downstairs. Mike went into the kitchen to get lunch. I didn't want to sit on my own so I joined him there. His kitchen was enormous, really modern.

"Can I help?" I asked, "I did a year at catering college before working for Sarah so I know what I'm doing."

"Of course," he said smiling and pointing to some of the things. "It's not too much."

Well it was, he had got loads of things, just like last week. Far too much for the two of us but loads of choice. We sat eating lunch, talking, and drinking his excellent wine, and enjoying each others' company. Afterwards we sat in the lounge finishing the wine and talking. I was laying on the sofa with my head in his lap looking up at him. I suddenly had this urge to find out more about him, more personal things, you know, what made him tick.

"I hope you don't mind my prying," I said, "but I wondered how long you'd been divorced."

He didn't seem bothered by this question. He smiled down at me and said, "About ten years I suppose. It seems a long time ago." he added wistfully. "It was all very amicable. We sort of drifted apart. She found another guy who she liked better than me, simple as that. The children had left home so there weren't any problems there, she is financially secure, so am I, so things were quite peaceful as divorces go. She married her man and we see each other now and again."

"You didn't find another woman?" I asked prying even more.

He seemed wistful, remembering the past and happy to talk about it to me. "No," he said, "I've been out with a few women but nothing really came of it. I suppose at my age you get set in your ways." He smiled down at me, "It took someone as beautiful and vibrant as you to shock me back to the real world. I'm glad you came along!."

Isn't he marvellous, he can say things like that, you know, that make a woman feel so bloody important. I pried some more, "What did you do about, you know, sex. You've been on you own for a long time."

He laughed at me, "You're an inquisitive little minx today," and he bent his head and kissed me. "The five fingered widow came to stay," he said laughing.

I didn't understand, "What 'widow'. I thought you said ......"

He laughed again and held his hand over my face, "I masturbated," he said. "Its and old masculine phrase."

"Oh," I said suddenly embarrassed for some reason but I'm nothing if not determined. "What about after you met me?"

"Hussy," he laughed, "You're fishing for complements again aren't you?"

"No," I smiled at him, "but if you've got any I'll have them!"

He kissed my nose. "Yes. After I met you I did." He didn't seem embarrassed. This is what I like about us, we can talk about these things ok without getting muddled and in a state. "I would imagine us doing all sorts of things together."

"What sort of things?"

"We've been doing them," he said smiling.

I was feeling rather wild after talking to him about this, you know, really sexy and hot. I could feel his cock begin to twitch a bit and I turned my head so that I could put my mouth over it through his trousers. I blew hot air through the cloth and he pushed his groin upwards into me. I sat up and looked him in the eye, "Time for bed," I said and licked my lips. "Give me 15 minutes and you can do anything you want!" And, you know, I wanted him to. I had a wild passion inside me, I wanted him any which way, hard, violent, why I don't know. He seemed to pick up my mood. His eyes became flinty, almost with flashes of fire. "I'll be ready, will you?" he said hoarsely. 

"Oh yes," I said, "fuck me silly!!" and off I went to prepare myself. I cleaned myself with an enema, showered and prettied a bit then went into the bedroom naked. He was laying on the bed with his cock sticking up proud. Oh how I wanted that cock. I climbed onto the bed and planted my mouth around the head and sucked. At the same time I squeezed his balls, not very gently. He jerked but I didn't feel 'gentle', I felt hard, nasty. I had this tremendous desire to bite him hard, to taste his blood. I didn't know what was happening to me. It seemed to be a different person taking over my body. I bit his penis hard enough for him to jerk away.

"Hell, Caroline, you'll bite it off."




Caroline Ch. 01.06



I put my mouth back on his cock and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the head and poking it into the little hole. I was rewarded with pre-cum. This seemed to make me worse, this taste of the essence of him, salty, bitter, sweet all at once. I left his cock and kissed him on the mouth. Our tongues met and we looked each other in the eye. I was frightened by what I saw but I was enjoying it, wanted it. What did I want, I don't know. His eyes were steely grey with golden flashes, I'd never seen this before. His tongue became insistent pushing into my mouth. His hands were all over me squeezing stroking, not gently like before but hard, demanding. It was wonderful.

I pulled my mouth away from his and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me now, stick that big cock in me. Fuck my cunt now, hard, deep. I want it."

He virtually threw me onto my back, spread my legs and put his hard maleness in my vagina. No preliminaries, no licking, no touching, but I was wet, very wet. I wanted him deep in me. "Come on you bastard," I said, "Fuck me!!" Where was this coming from?

He growled and pushed into me. No finesse now, just a drive deep into my sex, right up inside my vagina and into my womb. I screamed and orgasmed. I looked into his eyes, smiled and reached for him. Our kiss was passionate and hard, no tenderness now. Again I pulled away and kissed his shoulder then, as I felt him pounding into me, I bit him as hard as I could. For some reason I wanted to hurt him now, to taste him, his blood, his body. He was pummelling away in my vagina, gloriously deep. I knew he wouldn't cum yet so I could go on having orgasms for ever. I tasted saltiness that must have been blood, he yelled but continued to stroke me hard and deep. I moved my mouth and bit him again. At the same time I dug my nails into his back and, as another orgasm crashed across me, I scratched him, long and deep scratches. He yelled again in pain, what a sound, and he pulled away from my arms. 

He looked down on me while he continued to fill my sex. His eyes were hard, his expression had changed from its usual softness to a much bleaker one. I was frightened of what he might do but I wanted him to do it. I smiled at him and poked out my tongue, "Fuck me," I said, "Fuck me, hurt me, fuck me, hurt me," I didn't realise what I was saying, I just wanted him to react.

He reached down and took hold of my nipples, squeezed and twisted them hard. It hurt like hell and I screamed. He didn't stop, just continued to squeeze and tweak them backwards and forwards as he continued to pound into me. I was moaning in pain/pleasure as another orgasm arrived. Then one hand found my clit which he pinched, again very hard. The brought another scream, the pain was intense but I loved it. I looked him directly in the eye, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him again.

He put his hand down over my mouth for me to suck his fingers but I bit the soft area at the base of his thumb really hard. He jerked his hand away and slapped my face quite hard causing my head to roll. It hurt. I turned back to face him, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him. He leant forward to kiss me, rough, hard, his tongue forcing into me. I bit it. He pulled away and slapped me again. It hurt. I turned back to face him, "Fuck me," I said smiling at him and poking my tongue out at him.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of me, "Turn over" he ordered. There was no tenderness here just animal desire. "I want your arse."

I turned over and stuck my bottom in the air. Although my pussy was sore from his furious screwing and my nipples still hurt, I wanted him in my arse as well. Even now writing this I feel the thrill of it all again, a terrifying, frightening, but oh so exciting thrill. I could feel the redness on my face where he slapped me. This was a frightening journey but the fear and anticipation were intense, powerful, and so exciting fuelling my insane desire.

He put his stiffness at the entrance to my rectum and pushed against my tight anus. Luckily some of the lube I'd used getting ready was still there and he was very wet with my cum juices. My anus tightened as he pushed against it, just a natural reaction I think, because I certainly wanted him there. The resistance seemed to annoy him, however, because he smacked my bottom really hard, "Open," he said in a strange voice, "open up. I want that arsehole." Unfortunately the smack actually caused me to clench my anus shut again so he hit me again. It hurt but it was great, the pain mixing with all the other feelings inside me, it didn't seem to matter that it hurt, just that he was doing this to me. I realised I could have some 'fun' with him, wind him up some more so I resisted his entrance to my rectum. I squeezed my ring tight so he couldn't get in. He moved away and began to tan my bottom, both hands hitting both cheeks, "Open up, you cow," he said, "give me that arse." It bloody hurt, wonderful! Smack, smack, smack. After half a dozen I turned my head back to him, smiled and said, "Fuck my arse, you bastard" and poked my tongue out at him.

He put his cock at my anus and pushed. He wasn't taking no for an answer this time, he was going to take me there whether I wanted it or not. He pushed past my natural resistance and buried half his prick in my back entrance. I could feel the head pushing apart the walls of my rectum as his forged forward. It hurt like hell this time, no preliminaries I suppose. At halfway he stopped for a moment, leant forward and whispered in my ear, "More, bitch?"

"Oh yes, give me it all. Fuck my arse, you dog."

And he did, all 8½ inches, right up into my bowels. Fuck it hurt worse than last time, like I was being split apart but it was GOOD. I yelled, I came, I bucked. Then he started to fuck deep into my bottomhole, long strokes in and out with a hard finish, a final push. I could feel his thighs banging into mine and his pubic hair tickling my bottom. He reached down and pulled my cheeks apart as he drove into me. God, he had more, another bit of his cock pushed up inside me. He was truly balls deep in me, I could feel them banging against my sex. It was hurting but it felt good. I wanted him to hurt me, to fill me with his cock, break me. I don't know how to explain it, I just wanted to be used. He kept thrusting into my bottomhole for a while like this then he reached down and pulled my legs together and pushed me flat on the bed, all the while continuing to fill my rear. This was different, a different angle. His penis was banging into the walls of my rectum, bruising me. It hurt even more but I loved it.

"Oh yes," I shouted, "fuck my arse, bury your cock in my arse. Can't you fuck me harder, bastard." He continued to pound into me, deep and hard. I was really hurting now but I didn't mind, I was enjoying the pain. It sort of mixed with the pleasure and seemed to take it to a new high.

Then he rolled us onto our side with him still in me. He reached down and pulled my top leg right up to my shoulder giving him access to my sex which he began to finger roughly. He tweaked my clit hard and I screamed, in pain and in passion because I came as he did so. I'd lost count of the orgasms I'd had, they were rolling around me all the time. He started to smack my pussy, already sore from his previous attention, making sure he got my clit. It hurt like hell, especially as he was still pounding in and out of my back door like a madman but it was wonderful.

He pulled out and moved me onto my back. I was devastated, I wanted him to cum deep in my bowels. I needn't have worried. He forced my legs wide open and lifted my knees. I looked in his eyes, there was no humanity there, just the animal, I was scared but what a wonderful fear. I suppose the same look was in my eyes for he just rammed his cock up my back passage with no ceremony and pushed as far as he could go. Again I screamed, in pain and in surprise, but the pain was pleasure.

I reached up for him with my arms and he leant forward to kiss me. I bit his mouth, then I held him and bit his shoulder so deeply I tasted blood again. I scratched his back deeply as my pleasure mounted. He yelped and pulled away. Again he started on my nipples, pulling, tweaking, flicking. It hurt like hell. Then on my sex, flicking my clit, pinching, pulling. Finally he looked at me like the devil and drove his cock deep inside my rectum. I reached up and dug my nails into his chest and, as his orgasm hit and mine crashed, I dragged my nails across his chest and over his nipple drawing blood.

We both screamed in pain, agony and pleasure. 

As our orgasms receded he withdrew and I felt the pain of my rectum, sore, it felt raw. My anus felt stretched and extremely painful. My nipples were sore and bruised and my sex was on fire. I looked at Mike, bleeding scratches across his chest, bite marks that had drawn blood on his shoulder and his lip bleeding from my bite. I looked in his eyes and saw despair.

"Oh my god, Caroline, what have I done to you. Forgive me, please forgive me." He held me tightly but gently at the same time and kissed me. "Oh, I'm so sorry. What have I done. Oh Caroline." He sounded desperate and beaten, as if he'd lost some important battle or something. I pulled away from him.

"It's all right," I said, "have you seen yourself?" He didn't seem to have noticed the scratches on his chest, his torn nipple, and the bites on his shoulders. "I've hurt you as well. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," and I started to cry gently resting my head on his unbitten shoulder.

"Lets shower," he said gently and helped me into the en-suite. I was finding it difficult to stand my bottom hole was so sore. We laved each other with care and tenderness. I bathed his scratches and bites kissing him tenderly where I had previously hurt him. I was struggling to understand what had happened to me, to us. I'd never behaved like that before, never even imagined behaving like that, certainly never imagined being treated like he treated me but again I had that shiver of excitement as I thought about what we'd done. As he washed me he cooed over my body, calling himself 'stupid', 'bastard', 'idiot', under his breath. He turned me round and touched my anus, I recoiled, it was bloody sore. I was quite frightened at the feeling back there and I wondered if he'd hurt me seriously.

"Oh Caroline," he said, "how can you ever forgive me. Never again, I'll never hurt you again like that, never. Never," he added vehemently, and I believed him.

"I forgive you," I said, "and I'll never hurt you again like that. I don't ever want to feel like that again. How can we stop it?" I asked also despairing. I didn't want our sex to be like this. The trouble was I had enjoyed it while it was happening although it hurt so much now but I really wanted our sex to be like the first Sunday, kind, tender, fun.

He put some of my anaesthetic gel on my bottom and it felt a little better but it was still sore so I couldn't walk properly. I put some cream on his scratches and bites, I'd drawn blood on two occasions breaking the skin with my teeth. After washing each other some more we dried off gently towelling each other, trying to find the tenderness of our earlier trysts.

We got dressed and went downstairs where Mike made us both coffee. My bottom was so sore that it was uncomfortable to sit down and he got me a lovely soft cushion to sit on which made it a bit better. I could see from his movements that the scratches and bites were causing him considerable discomfort. I felt a crushing despair rain down on me, could we ever recover the enjoyment of last Sunday, our first time together?

He returned with the coffee and we talked. "What happened Mike?" I said crying softly both from the hurt and from fear, "I've never done anything like that before, never behaved like that, never felt like that. I wanted to be hurt and to hurt you at the same time. I didn't seem real unless you were hurting me. The pain didn't seem to matter, I enjoyed it. Oh, I'm so confused!"

He cuddled me gently, "Sssssssshhhhhhhh," he whispered softly in my ear, "It will be all right."

"But will it. What happened to us?"

"Well," he said, "I'm no expert but I can give you a honest to goodness explanation as I see it. I think that every one of us has a hidden area inside deep down which is basic and primitive. You know, a bit like Freud's id." 

I nodded, "Yes, I did psychology at college. I never really saw it like that."

"Well," he continued, "I think that this 'basic instinct' (not the film!)," he laughed lamely, "can surface sometimes when we least expect it. Some people never experience the 'beast' in them, some do all the time. Those poor souls probably end up in prison or worse. What must have happened today was that both our 'beasts' got loose at the same time and fed off each other. I really wanted to hurt you today, you know, cut you, beat you, rape you, break you in half with my penis. I'm afraid I could have really hurt you today, you know, seriously. The feeling was massively difficult to control, thankfully I was able to keep some of it back but what I did to you was terrible. It must never happen again," he ended vehemently.

"How can we stop it?"

"Again, I don't know. I can only tell you what I feel. I think that you have to acknowledge that the beast exists and let him/her out of the cage. Only then can you control it. Let the feelings wash over you and dissipate as you exercise control of your emotions. I think that denying the beast just enables it to sneak up on you when you least expect it and, particularly, at times of intense emotional involvement like the sort of sex we have had."

"It'll be difficult but I never what to feel like that again. I don't think I'd have been bothered if you did any of those things you just said. I'd have laughed and tried to hurt you back."

We chatted on for a while but we were both somewhat subdued by what had happened and I said that I should go home and let Jo have a look at me. He was mortified, "She'll think I'm some kind of animal," he said. "Do you have to tell her?" he asked, then, "off course you do, how selfish of me. You must let her do what she can. If you need a doctor phone me and I'll arrange for you to be seen straight away. Oh, Caroline, I'm so sorry." and he hugged me gently.

He took me home and as I was getting out of the car he said, "Can I still see you Tuesday?" I felt for him. I think that he thought it might be all over.

"Off course you can," I said, "I can't wait."

I hobbled up the path (without wiggling my bottom for him, it hurt too much), turned and blew him a kiss. He drove away. I hoped he would be all right.

By all means vote and comment. I'm not that fond of this episode but it is important for character and plot development later. Chapter 7 follows shortly.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 01.07



 Part 1 Ch. 1.7 - Caroline's Story: Jo's anger and the next time  

(No sex – well hardly)

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(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

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Jo opened the door and she knew immediately that something was wrong. 

"Lena, what's wrong. You look terrible. WHAT has he done to you?"

"Oh, Jo, it has been a terrible afternoon. This morning was so good. We made love and it was wonderful then, Oh dear," and I started to cry. She helped me into the lounge and sat me down, which hurt my bottom and it showed.

"Are you OK?" she asked, concerned, "What has he done to you?"

"It's really what we did to each other, but my bottom is very sore, so are my nipples and my pussy." Her eyes flashed fire and something else I didn't recognise. 

"The bastard," she said, "I knew this would happen, you can't trust these bloody men!"

"Oh no, Jo, it's not like that," I cried, "that's not fair!"

"Go in there and sit down while I make you a coffee then you can tell me all about it. Do you want a drop of brandy?"

"Thanks Jo, that would be nice; and a soft cushion," I ended in a feeble attempt to lighten her heavy mood.

I gingerly sat down on the settee while Jo made coffee. When she came in with it I had managed to get comfortable and I didn't feel too bad. The only thing was my rectum was hurting like hell and I was frightened that something serious was wrong.

Jo gave me a coffee and a glass of brandy which I downed in one go followed by some gulps of coffee. This made me feel even better. "Now tell me what happened," Jo said, "every detail," she added with feeling.

So I told her everything we did to each other before lunch and how wonderful it was to take his cum in my pussy. Then I told her about the afternoon. She got angrier and angrier but she also seemed to get excited as I described the things we did to each other. She refused to believe that I had really hurt him, saying that this was just a ploy so he could hurt me. I got angry with her, she wasn't being fair. I knew I had hurt him badly physically and that he was hurting emotionally as well.

"Jo," I said, "he's a kind man. You should have seen the look on his face as he washed me afterwards. He looked beaten, despairing at what he had done. He's not like that, really Jo, this won't happen again, he promised and I believe him."

"Don't be silly Lena, he's a man. Of course it will happen again."

"Jo, you don't know him like I do. You're not being fair, he's not like Steve, he won't leave me in the lurch. I believe him and please stop saying nasty things about him, please Jo." I was near to tears now and bringing Steve up was not fair really. I still didn't know all about their affair ending, only that it was bad, but she was being unfair to Mike and I had to make her see that not all men treated women badly.

She saw how upset I was, "I'm sorry Lena, but I'm so angry seeing you like this. Let me look at you to see what I can do. Where does it hurt most?"

So I told her about my bottom and how much it hurt inside. "I think that he did it when I was laying flat with my legs closed. I could feel him banging into the walls of my bottomhole."

"Did you see any blood afterwards, on him, you know, his penis or anywhere else?"

"No, only lube, KY, and cum," I managed a weak laugh, "lots of cum. He seemed to go on for ever inside me. I could feel it running out of me."

Jo smiled, "It's hard to keep you down for long, Lena. Come on into the bathroom and I'll have a look."

In the bathroom I undressed and Jo looked me over. She oooo'd and aaahh'd over my nipples which were red and swollen and put some cream on them that she said would help.

"You said your pussy hurts, where?" she asked.

"All over really, my clit feels sore where he kept tweaking and flicking it, but my whole pussy aches. He really pounded me there for what seemed like ages and he slapped me quite hard."

"Your pussy will get over it quickly, it was made for the job and your clit will soon mend, there's not much I can do about that. Turn round and let me look at your bottom."

"It's very sore at the entrance," I said, "it feels stretched." She touched my anus gently and I jumped, "Ow, that hurts."

"You're very red there, he has stretched you quite a bit. You really must be careful having his cock there, Lena. He's not small is he?"

"Well, I've seen a few and he's considerably bigger than all the others. He seemed to be in me there for ages. It felt so good, it hurt like hell but it felt wonderful."

"I know," she said so quietly that I only just heard her, "I'll put some analgesic cream on there in a moment. Lena, this is going to hurt, but I must find out if he tore you inside. If he did you'll have to see a doctor."

"He said he'd arrange all that if necessary," I said, "I'd like him to be able to do that."

"It's the least he can do," she said vehemently, "now bend over. I'll try to be as gentle as I can. I'll use some enema lube first to dull you down a little bit."

I felt her gently rub some lotion on my anus and then her finger probed my arsehole. There was no pleasure here though secretly, deep down, I wanted to feel pleasure from Jo doing this. I would have to explore anal sex with Joanna in the future. You see what a sex crazed minx I can be. With a bum that had been pounded into submission and hurt like hell I could still think of having sex there with Jo. Oh well, se la vie!

The further insertion of Jo's finger broke my reverie in spades, "Fucking hell, that hurts," I shouted and jerked my bottom away from Jo.

"Keep still," she said, "I've got to do this. We must know if he's torn your rectum." She went back to probing my rectum with her finger and, despite the pain, I began to feel a stirring of something inside but I quickly pushed it to the background, this wasn't the time. 

After a little while Jo stopped fingering and probing my bottomhole. "I don't think that he tore you," she said, "there's no trace of blood there. He probably bruised the walls of your rectum so you'll be sore for a few days. I've got some suppository's that that bastard Steve gave me after our first anal experience. They are anaesthetic and they'll help with the soreness and pain. I'll put one in now, brace yourself, they're not small."

She placed something at my anus and pushed. It felt like a small orange, "Oh christ, it's enormous," I cried, "I can't take that."

"You took his cock there," she said without sympathy, "I'm sure that this is smaller!" and she pushed it into me.

It hurt for a bit but after a minute of two I felt better. I put on my dressing gown and we went back into the lounge. "Now," said Jo, "tell me everything he did to you."

"I've already told you," I said, "I don't really want to remember it." I was surprised that she wanted to hear it all again but, after she asked again, I went through it all. I noticed that she was getting quite hot during my recounting of his hitting me and I began to worry about her and her relationship with Steve. After going through everything again Jo made me some hot chocolate and we both went to bed. Despite everything I slept quite well although I was worried about whether Mike would come on Tuesday.

I didn't go to work on Monday. I phoned Sarah and said I wasn't well, which was true, I could hardly walk my bottom hurt so much. I stayed in bed most of the day and by the evening began to feel better. My pussy and nipples were better now, the cream that Jo had given me worked well, and my bottomhole began to feel better using the suppositories. I wondered what sex there would feel like after this experience. I didn't want to lose the feeling of anal sex. The first time had been so good and, even this violent experience had been enjoyable in a strange way. I think I was going to come to enjoy anal sex as much as the normal place and I still wanted to feel him completely inside me there but gentle and loving like the first time. Strangely after what had happened, I couldn't wait to go with him again. I actually masturbated that evening while Jo was at work thinking of him in my bottom.

Tuesday came and he must have been early because I was still getting dressed (skirt again today, I couldn't really bear tight jeans yet) when I heard the doorbell. Jo answered and I could hear her berating him. I caught phrases like 'should know better', 'your age', 'poor girl' and so on. I quickly rushed out into the hall to find Mike looking very sheepish trying to explain himself to Jo who was in full flow.

"Jo," I said, "stop it. I told you, you are being unfair."

"Well he should be told what he did to you was wrong."

"Joanna," he said trying to say something, "I . . ."

"Be quiet Mike," I said, "this is between Jo and me. She's got to understand that you're not like other men. Take off your shirt."

"It's all right, Lena, you don't need to do this," he said.

"Take it off, now. I want her to see what I did to you." I wanted to see myself as well. Was it as bad as I remembered?

He took off his shirt and we looked at him. I felt terrible and Jo's mouth hung open. His chest was covered in several deep scratches one of which had torn his nipple. Some had drawn blood making them look very angry in places. His left shoulder was one big bruise and we could see the teeth marks in four places where I had bit him. Two of these bites had broken the skin and I remembered, with a tiny burst of pleasure, the taste of blood when I did it.

"Turn round."

"Lena, it's ok. It doesn't matter."

"Mike, you fool, of course it matters. Turn round."

His back was even more covered in scratches than his chest. We could see about twelve or thirteen separate lines some of these had also drawn blood. I don't know how he wore a shirt they must have been very painful. I was devastated. I went up to him and kissed his torn nipple gently. I wanted to hug him but I thought that, in his condition, it wouldn't be a good idea.

"I'm so sorry," I said tearfully, "so sorry." I think Jo was speechless, she couldn't believe that I had hurt him so much. Her eyes were wide and staring and, worryingly, she seemed excited by what she saw. I recognised signs of arousal and wondered what was happening to her.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," he said, "it's forgotten. We go forward from here. Jo," he looked at her, "this will NEVER happen again, NEVER. You must know that I am far too fond of Lena to hurt her. Sunday was an aberration. We have both put it behind us."

Jo gathered herself together and closed her mouth. "I can see that I wasn't being entirely fair," she said, "but I get so angry when Lena is hurt in any way. Now let's see if we can put anything on these scratches and bites. Have you put anything on them?"

"No, just kept them clean," he said.

"Ok come into the bathroom."

"It's OK Jo," he said seemingly embarrassed, "it really doesn't matter."

"Oh don't be silly," she said, her attitude softening as she smiled at him, "Lena can put the cream on for you. I'll wait outside," and she handed me a tube of cream. "This will help with the soreness and sterilise the open wounds. Take it with you and use it after you shower for the next few days." With that she left us alone in the bathroom.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, "I'm so sorry," I said, "I didn't know how much I hurt you," and I kissed him gently.

"It doesn't matter, Lena, it's you who has been hurt. I wouldn't hurt you like that again for the world. Am I forgiven?"

How can I deal with a man like this, my feelings towards him were now becoming very complicated. I had scratched and bit him terribly, he must have been in considerable pain, not to mention discomfort, yet he still thought that he should apologise to me. I wanted to hug him close and tight but, in his state, that would have been cruel so I gently took hold of his arms, looked him straight in the eye and said, "You don't have to apologise any more, it's past, over, it will never happen again. Of course you're forgiven, there's nothing now to forgive." I kissed his torn nipple gently and licked it with my tongue, "I'll try to make it all better," I said smiling up at him. I could tell he wanted to hold me but he thought better of it so just kissed me again and made me go all gooey inside.

"Come on," I said, "let's get this cream on you and maybe you'll feel a bit better." With that I began to gently smooth the cream over his body. It was difficult on his chest, he's quite hairy there, but I managed. Then his shoulder which looked terrible and obviously hurt a lot. I still couldn't believe that I had done such a thing, I could clearly see my teeth marks in his skin and the punctures where I had drawn blood. I had to be so careful putting the cream on here, he was very tender. Then to his back which looked bad but didn't seem to hurt as much. 

When I finished he put his shirt back on and we went out into the hall. I called 'bye' to Jo and off we went. We had a lovely day, a nice meal, some good wine (as always) and we chatted for ages about everything. But I felt that something was different. He treated me like a porcelain doll that would break. It was nice but a bit overpowering. I supposed this was a reaction to Sunday afternoon so didn't think too much of it.

After lunch, sitting and being with each other, he said that he was embarrassed this morning when Jo was berating him. "She obviously loves you very much," he said.

"Yes we love each other. I owe her an awful lot. Let me explain." So I told him all about my running away when I was sixteen. My mother had married a man with two teenage sons and I was the main target of all three. It was impossible for me to remain so I ran away to Jo. I explained that, although there was three years difference in our age, we had been friends for nearly ten years. She was an only child and I spent lots of time in her house, her parents treating me almost like a sister. When they moved away and Jo went to college I was left on my own. When I overheard what the two boys had planned (they planned to capture me when my mum was out and rape me in every way) I ran away.

Jo took me in and, when my stepfather tried to get me back, her father (who had been a solicitors clerk) wrote some letters and managed to get them to back off. I moved in with Jo in the flat her parents had bought for her when she went to college. From that day Jo has been a mother/sister/lover and has looked after me.

"So you see," I said, "why she reacted as she did. Also she had this relationship with an older man, Steve his name was, and he let her down rather badly. I don't know the whole story but they finished and she's still very cut up about it."

"She's a very beautiful woman," he said smiling, "although she goes out of her way to hide it."

"Yes, she does wear the most hideous clothes and she doesn't seem to care how she looks. That's got worse since Steve. I suppose being a nurse doesn't inspire you to dress your best being stuck in a uniform all day." With that the conversation drifted onto other things as we finished the wine and enjoyed the late afternoon sun in the pub gardens. He took me home and we kissed in his car.

"See you Sunday," I said and he nodded smiling strangely. I wondered what was wrong. I feared that the legacy of last Sunday afternoon would not go away quickly.

I won't go into much detail about Sunday. Although the sex was good, it wasn't the same as before. He treated me as if I would break if he touched me, so tender and gentle that it hurt. He kissed and licked me as usual but not my bottom at all. Although it still hurt I longed for his tongue there to ease the soreness but he didn't go there at all. He moved over my body with this tongue, from my boobs to my pussy, concentrating on my clit which, thankfully, had recovered from its previous battering. He was very gentle with my nipples, licking and sucking but oh so tenderly that something was missing, he seemed to have lost the passion of our first time together. He was too controlled, much more so than the first time, the sense of fun was missing. It wasn't his orgasm he was controlling like the first time, it was himself. It was as if he was afraid to let go, to enjoy it. I came twice but they weren't like the first time nor last Sunday morning and he came very quickly. He didn't seem to want to prolong our having sex like before.

I didn't say anything to him, I supposed that he was feeling the effects of our last time. He still had the scratches on his chest and back and bruising on his shoulder which still looked very ugly. Luckily for me, except for a slight soreness in my bottom, I had recovered ok. Still, he seemed restrained, as if he was holding himself in check, not giving everything, almost frightened to touch me. I hoped it would get better. We spent the afternoon cuddling each other which he seemed more happy with. I think he was trying to adjust to the changes in our relationship brought about by last Sunday. I realised that afternoon that it was going to be difficult to return to the joy of sex that we attained before that horrible, but oh so exciting, afternoon.

I wasn't seeing him on my day off the next week, he was away on business, so we had a longer Sunday afternoon than usual and went out for a drive and a drink at a pub. He was looking at me strangely all afternoon. Not threatening or anything like that, but as if he was trying to remember me, to picture me in his mind. He was very intense but terribly controlled. I began to get quite worried by his manner, was he fixing to end it? I certainly hoped not, despite Sunday I was becoming increasing fond of him, and not only for the sex. He as such a nice man who treated me like a person in my own right and, despite last week, I felt he respected me. I didn't want to lose that, or the sex.

I discussed what had happened with Joanne that evening and she said not to worry. He was probably coming to terms with what happened and that would take some time. I wasn't totally convinced and I didn't sleep well that week waiting for Sunday to come round. In fact, by the end of the week I'd convinced myself that he wouldn't come and I was in a foul mood by Sunday morning, on edge waiting for his arrival.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 01.08



(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

As usual he was right on time, 10:30 on the dot. I felt an enormous sense of relief when I saw him, I almost shouted for joy. I rushed into his arms and he hugged me tight just like he did before and kissed me. Then he suddenly controlled himself and was more gentle. Oh dear, I thought, he hasn't got over it yet. I'm not the sort of person to allow things to happen so I knew that I was going to have to do something today but I was very aware that I must be careful.

We drove to his house and I chatted away as usual with him nodding and making small talk as required. When we got to his house I got out of the car and swayed my bottom up the path to his front door. I could feel his eyes on me and it felt good. I really wanted him there today. I was completely healed and I longed for the feeling of his penis in my bottom again, though not so roughly as last time. We went in and he made coffee and we sat in the lounge chatting.

"You look lovely today," he said, "I missed seeing you last week."

Wasn't he nice. I had taken a bit more care with my makeup than usual. I don't wear much normally (which he seems to like) but today I had used more, trying to turn him on I suppose. I was also wearing Jo's scarlet outfit, long skirt that fell off the hips with a scarlet bolero blouse that disguised the fact that my boobs are to small. I had her boots on as well. I'd taken all this care because I was worried that he would be too controlled again.

"I missed seeing you as well. Did you have a nice trip."

"It was ok but, well, I would have liked you there."

"So you could bonk me in hotel rooms," I laughed at him. He looked pensive and hurt. He didn't seem to think it funny at all. I realised that he was very much on edge today and I didn't know why. I became increasing worried about what he was going to say.

"No, not really, it would have been nice to have you there for company, someone to be with. These things can be quite depressing sometimes. All these young people, couples, you know. I didn't notice it really until I met you," he said looking at me so tenderly, "I couldn't stand to lose you, you know." Then that look, as if I was going to disappear. Then suddenly, I realised. He thought that I was going to dump him!

"Oh Mike," I said going over and sitting on his lap, "you're not going to lose me. What makes you think that?"

"I don't know. Lots of things, Sunday when I hurt you so much, seeing all those young couples, feeling old there. I don't know I suppose I just can't believe that this is really happening to me. You see I really do l . . . like you Caroline, you know that don't you?"

What had he been going to say, he'd hesitated and changed his mind. A sudden suspicion entered my mind but I didn't want to think about it. I needed to make him feel safe with me. I had no intention of letting him go just yet, if at all.

"Mike, I enjoy being with you, we have fun together and you treat me like a woman, a person, and you care. That's all anyone can ask for really. You're not going to lose me, if you like I'll wear an address tag," I ended jokingly.

He laughed, "Lena you're priceless," and he cuddled me again.

Although I could feel him getting hard under my bottom for some reason the mood didn't seem to be right now so I thought it better to wait until after lunch, not be too forward so we continued to chat and listen to music. I told him about Joanna and her continued depression. I still hadn't been able to find out what had happened at their break-up and he said that it would be better if she was left until she felt able to talk about it. We continued to chat away about lots of things but I felt that he was restrained, not so totally open as before.

We prepared lunch together and ended with a bottle of his very good wine in the garden. It was a lovely afternoon that made me feel great. I couldn't wait to get to bed with him and try to capture the joy and tenderness that we had on our first Sunday together. I sat on his lap and nibbled at his ear, I know he likes that so I thought it would be a good way of getting him started. All through lunch he had been looking at me in that same way, desire tempered by despair. I caught him several times during lunch looking at me when he didn't think I noticed. I knew he wanted me just as badly as before but he was controlling himself, as if he was frightened to let go. He seemed to enjoy my kissing and nibbling and began to smile and stroke my body. He was getting hard again so I whispered in his ear, "Give me 15 minutes to get ready," and planted a big kiss on his lips.

When I came out of the en-suite he was laying on the bed in his boxer shorts, I was naked because he said he liked me like that. I wasn't shy any more about my body, I felt confident because he said I was beautiful all the time. He got up and put his arms around me holding me tightly to him. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me.

"Oh Caroline, you're so beautiful, so desirable," and he put his arms round my bottom and pulled me to him. This buried his face in my boobs and he began to kiss between them. I pushed him back on the bed and lay next to him, kissing his face, mouth, eyes. 

"Oh, I want you so much," I said reaching down to his hardness. He returned my kisses, stroking my hair, kissing my neck and shoulder. He moved down to my boobs and began to kiss and suck my nipples which responded immediately by becoming hard like hazel nuts. He continued to lick and suck them, moving on to the underneath of my tits, starting to wind up my orgasm. The strange thing was that, although he was doing all the things he had done before he seemed to be doing them on autopilot, under intense control and afraid to really enjoy himself. I was enjoying what he was doing but part of me wondered whether he was allowing himself to.

While his mouth was busy with my tits his hand wandered down to my pussy, gently stroking my mons and tickling my pubes. His fingers began to probe into my vagina causing more wetness as I became increasingly ready for him. I desperately wanted him inside me, to gently enter me and banish the devils of that terrible Sunday and to bring me to an orgasm as good as the first. He was slower, however, wanting to spend time on my body, as if he was exploring it for the first time. I also wanted him to attend to my bottom. He hadn't touched it last week, I supposed that he thought I was still sore there, but now I was fully healed and I wanted him there as well. In fact, I wanted him everywhere, in my mouth, my pussy and my bottom. I wanted to capture that first occasion again.

As his hand wandered over my pussy I started to feel my orgasm building so I whispered, "make love to me, please," in his ear, "I want you inside me, gently, slowly, please."

Me moved over me and placed his now very erect penis at the entrance to my sex. The look on his face was one of almost pain as conflicting feelings fought for control of his passions. I'm sure he wanted me but he seemed afraid of taking me. I smiled at him, "It's ok, please put it in me. I want you so much."

He started to move his cock up and down over my pussy, wetting the head and stimulating my clit at the same time. The feeling was gorgeous and my orgasm arrived before he entered me. I'm sure he could see what was happening and he slowly inserted his cock in me as my orgasm subsided. This is a wonderful feeling, as you start to come down from one orgasm, another begins caused by the lovely pillar of flesh entering you. He was very slow and gentle, going halfway in the pulling out, then a bit more, just like the first time. It's marvellous, I got the feeling of being entered extended for ages and the stimulation on my clit was out of this world. He was finally totally inside me, wonderful. Our pubes were entwined and I reached up to him so that I could kiss him and put my tongue in his mouth. He returned my kiss with interest and began to slowly work me, short movements at first, then longer as he almost withdrew totally then pushed back into me. I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed his buttocks to pull him into me, it was heaven. My second orgasm arrived and I moaned in pleasure as he filled me with his hardness, then he came, deep inside me. A look of absolute despair crossed his face as he continued to pump his sperm into me. I was loving it, he was anointing me with his juice, his homage to my body delivered deep inside me. It prolonged my orgasm for ages as I felt his cock pulsing inside my vagina. I squeezed the muscles to milk even more cum from him and he groaned in pleasure and pain.

He rolled sideways and held me tightly to him, "I'm sorry," he said, "that caught up with me."

I laughed, "It was lovely." Then more seriously, "Mike?" He looked at me, "What's the matter. That was marvellous but something's wrong, isn't it?"

He gave me with a despairing look, "Oh Caroline," he said, "I just can't get that Sunday out of my mind. I'm so afraid of hurting you again, losing control." He smiled sadly, "You do that to me, make me feel so strongly about you. I'm frightened it'll happen again – I won't be able to control myself." He looked lost, helpless, "I was sure you wouldn't want to see me again afterwards and, if it happened again, I'm sure you'll leave me!"

He was like a little boy. I've found, in my life, that men (and boys!) can seem so childlike in situations like this. We woman are stronger, I think, more able to deal with these complicated emotions.

"You're so silly!", I said forcefully, "Sunday was as much my fault as yours. We must put it behind us. I'll tell you honestly that I absolutely enjoyed what we did that day but I never want to do it again. I will look back on it with pleasure and remember how much you cared for me afterwards. So, don't be silly. I've told you, there is no way I will end our relationship, I enjoy being with you too much for that. If I can put it behind me, you must be able to as well."

He moved away and looked me straight in the eye, "You're a very strong woman, Caroline, and I am very lucky to have found you." Then he kissed me, tender and loving, and like before. He seemed over it. Pulling away from the kiss he said, "Stay tonight, please."

I hadn't stayed with him overnight, no particular reason. He hadn't asked and, if he had, I probably wouldn't have because of Jo. At this time I didn't want her to feel as if she was being sidelined but tonight she was at work and I would only see her for and hour or so before she left.

"I'd love to," I said smiling and kissing him again, "will that give you time to reload?"

He laughed and cuddled me to him, "I certainly hope so."

We cuddled for a while than showered and went downstairs. "Oh damn," he said, "I haven't got anything for dinner."

"Doesn't matter, we'll knock something up."

"I was planning to 'knock you up'," he said laughing and patting my bottom, "or at least try!"

I was so happy, this was the man that I had first slept (or rather stayed awake) with, happy, playful and sexy. "Knock on my door anytime," I said as I planted a kiss on his lips.

"I know," he said, "shall we go out. I'd love to show you off to some very good friends of mine. You'll like them, I'm sure, and I know they'll like you. Do you mind being 'shown off'?"

"No, not by you. I enjoy it. And I'd love to go out but I don't really have anything to wear other than what I came with."

"You'll look absolutely delectable, good enough to eat," he said making me feel great again, "I'll just make a phone call and see if it's OK."

He was on the phone for a few minutes speaking half in Italian and half in English. I could hear him explaining about me. He called me his new 'friend'. When he finished he turned to me and explained.

"We'll have dinner con il mio amico Silvio and his family. He's a very old friend, we've known each other for nearly 40 years. He's got a small, very select, Italian restaurant but he doesn't open Sunday nights, that's when the family have their meal together. It's a traditional thing he's always done. I have a sort of open invitation. I told him I would bring a friend, a female friend and he's dying to meet you. He will be surprised that you are so young," I poked my tongue out at him. "but pleasantly so I suspect."

"I'm going to enjoy meeting your friends," I said, "and being 'shown off'," I added, giving him a big sexy pout.

"Oh, Lena, you're wonderful," he said as he held me tightly in his arms and kissed me again. "But I must warn you, Silvio has six children, 5 boys and a girl. The eldest, Bernardo is nearly 30 and lives in Italy but the four other boys all live at home. Guy, who is almost 24 is very quiet and reserved but the other three, Pietro, Michele, and David, are all in their teens and are very sure of themselves. When they see you they will be like bees round a honeypot," he looked at me and smiled, "(and what a honeypot) so don't expect much peace. They won't go too far but expect to get that beautiful bottom pinched!"

I kissed him again, "So you'll have some competition," I said archly, smiling up at him.

A look of shock passed across his face, he had realised, I think, that he was 'exposing' me to some young men and he was suddenly worried.

"Don't be silly," I said, emphasizing the last word, "I am absolutely sure that none of them will measure up to you!" Then I hugged and kissed him hard, "You're too much of a man for any boy to be competition!"

With that we went into the lounge, listened to some music and enjoyed being together.

We left for Silvio's about six o'clock, he said that we would have some drinks etc., before dinner and he could catch up on the family news. He explained that he had known all the children all their lives so he was treated almost as an uncle by them all. In fact, Guy had lived with Mike for three years after the divorce whilst he went to college.

The restaurant was in a secluded part of the town in a lovely old building that had been tastefully renovated to turn it into a very classy place. I could see how it would be exclusive, the prices were enormous. Several tables had been pushed together to make one big one for all the family and, as we entered, I was introduced to everyone. Silvio was a very handsome Italian man, probably about ten or fifteen years older than Mike. His wife Gianna, seemed quite a lot younger than him, probably only in her mid/late forties. I assumed that she was quite young when they married. When I was introduced as Mike's friend she greeted me with a raised eyebrow that obviously asked the question! I smiled and nodded, she was a woman after my own heart because she smiled back in a strange way but then hugged me. Guy was a dashingly handsome young man not unlike Mike to look at. I was sure he had women throwing themselves at him. Mike told me later that he was very shy and didn't really have much experience with women. I could tell that as he said hello to me and blushed! The other three boys were, as Mike had suggested, very forward, crowding around me, touching and talking all at the same time. This was going to be an interesting evening! It was good really, I felt immediately welcome and almost part of the family. I'd forgotten that Mike had said Silvio had a daughter living at home until I heard Mike say, "dov'é Maria?"

"She's in the kitchen waiting for you," Gianna said smiling. Funny, I thought, as Mike took my hand and said laughing, "Come, meet Maria, Silvio and Gianna's crowning glory."

This was some introduction and she lived up to it. When we got into the kitchen, just Mike and I, we were met by one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She stood slightly taller that me, probably 5'10" so she was way above normal height. Long, almost black, hair framed a face that expressed all that was beautiful about Italian women although there was a certain sadness to her that was difficult to pin down. Because of my interest in films, I'd seen many with Sophia Loren and Gina Lollobrigida and Maria would give both of them a run for their money. Her figure was voluptuous, it really was. She had a full figure although she was dressed rather plainly, the kitchen I suppose.

She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to her as he said to her, "Ciao Maria, tu sei bella, bella!"

"Grazie, zio," she said in his ear. The look on her face as she held him told uncounted stories, desire, sadness, need, passion. I was so interested in what was going on I almost missed the introduction.

"Maria, questa donna é Caroliné, la mia amica nuova." And he put his arm around me to clearly indicate what sort of friend. This brought something of a change in her manner, she seemed slightly frosty as she said hello and I wondered again what was going on here.

Then Mike said, "Where's Silvio?" to which the reply, "here uncle, here." As a small boy, about 9 years old, ran from behind the cupboards where he must have been hiding, "here uncle!"

I looked at this little boy, then at Mike who, by this time had picked him up and was tickling and cuddling him, and there was definitely a resemblance! Oh dear, I wondered even more, there must be a story here!! Maria was looking at the two of them with love in her eyes, and not just for Silvio. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was madly in love with Mike, or was it? The rest of the family crowded into the kitchen as this little scene was taking place but nobody seemed to notice.

After this, almost family, reunion we all went back into the restaurant where we had some aperitifs. I was introduced to an interesting Italian drink, 'punt é mes' which, I understand, is Neapolitan for 'a drink and a half'. Sort of like dark sweet Martini but very, very bitter and served with a slice of orange. It certainly works on the appetite, by the time dinner was served I was starving and also quite bowled over by the three boys who hadn't left me alone since we all got together. I worried that Mike might be upset at this but he seemed to enjoy their attempts to chat me up and I was certainly loving all the attention, it made me quite horny and I couldn't wait to get back home. Strangely enough, with all this attention from these fairly handsome young men, I didn't feel any attraction towards them. Any thought of sex was focused on Mike, and I think that he knew that as he watched them hovering around me. Things changed a bit when one of them, I think it was the youngest, put his hand on my bottom. I was quite surprised and shocked really, but then Mike walked across and rather sternly said something to him which caused him to blush, come over to me and apologise profusely. This seemed to calm them down a bit, I suppose they now knew for certain that I was Mike's and not available. By now, however, it was time for dinner, cooked, I understand, by Silvio's demi chef as a sort of test or trial.

The meal was absolutely marvellous. I could see why the restaurant was so expensive and popular, if this was the demi chef I wondered how good the main one was? Throughout the meal there was a constant chatter as the family sort of caught up with everyone's events over the week. I've noticed since my later visits to Italy with Mike, that Italian families tend to do this, no matter what, to have one major meal with all the family together. We've always tried to do this as well. It's so nice and on this occasion I was really made to feel welcome, even Maria, who had begun rather frostily, started to treat me rather like a sister. I caught her looking at Mike on a couple of occasions and she blushed as she noticed. I think she knew that I suspected something.




Caroline Ch. 01.08



I was also surprised that Mike had quite a lot of wine during the meal, much more than he usually does when driving. I thought this strange until it was time to go when Guy offered to drive us home. Mike accepted as if it was quite normal and I later found out that it was. Guy has this little motorbike that he puts in the boot of the car and uses to get home. Evidently this is quite usual allowing Mike to enjoy himself more than if he had to drive home.

On the way out I whispered to Mike that I was going to sit in the front with Guy to try to coax a smile out of him. Of all the family he was the most withdrawn. Although he took part he seemed shy because I was there. Almost every time I talked to him he blushed and began to stutter so I thought that I owed him the opportunity to get to know me at least as well as the other boys. Mike seemed quite happy with that so on the way home I chatted to Guy as he drove. It didn't do me much good, however, because, like Mike, he didn't talk much when driving but at least he didn't blush or stutter. When we said goodnight I mischievously gave a little peck on the cheek as I said thank you. This caused a major blush and stutter. He was quite charming really and, oh so handsome.

Mainly character development and introducing new characters but please vote and comment.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 01.09



(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Inside the house Mike turned and asked me, "Well, Lena, did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes, they're a wonderful family."

"Come on," he interrupted, "let me show you my new toy!"

As he led me upstairs, new toy, I thought, what's he on about. We went into the bathroom, separate from the bedrooms. I hadn't been in there before, I used the en-suite when I needed to. Inside was amazing, beautiful tiles with designs of lovely young women and mermaids, and an enormous round bath that you had to climb up steps to get into.

"I'm very pleased with that," he laughed, "It's as close as we can get to a real 'hot tub' in this country. It's got jet massage and everything. Shall we try it out?"

I was impressed, and I wanted to ask him about Maria so I said yes. He came over and slowly began to undress me. Not really in a sexy way just getting pleasure from taking my clothes off. When I was naked I started undressing him, kissing him at the same time and whispering things like, 'I want you', 'take me to bed' in his ear. Only playing really. He gently smacked my bottom and told me to get in the bath like a good girl. I did and he finished undressing and joined me. It was really very good. He'd turned on the water when we entered so we didn't have long to wait until it was full. You could sit around the bath on a ledge and feel the bubbles washing over you. It was quite sexy really and very relaxing so I thought I could press Mike about Maria.

"Mike," I said pensively, "did you know that little Silvio looks a lot like you."

"Yes," he said, "rather fortunate really."

"Why?"

He looked at me searchingly and smiled, "You're fishing aren't you? Do you know you're an inquisitive little minx." Then suddenly, "You think he's mine don't you?"

"Welllll," I said, "he does look a lot like you and Maria looks at you in a certain way and I like to know ALL about the man I'm sleeping (or rather not sleeping) with," I laughed back at him.

He was suddenly serious, "I'll tell you a story," he said, "about a loving family and a terrible problem. This must stay just between us. If this story was told openly it would destroy several people that I hold dear so, Caroline, do you want to hear the story?"

I was so happy that he was willing to trust me with something which was so obviously important to him, to share this secret with me, "Yes," I responded, "I want to know all about you because it's a story about you as well, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. Well . . ." and he began to tell me the story that, I think, changed my feelings for him from liking to much, much more.

He began, some nine years ago, one autumn evening a while after his divorce Maria and Bernardo had visited him. Her eyes were red and sore and she was silently sobbing, Bernardo looked as if sentenced to death. When they got inside and he made them coffee he was astounded to hear Maria say she was pregnant. She had only turned sixteen four months before and, as far as Mike knew, didn't have a regular boyfriend although she had myriads of suitors, she was very beautiful. His immediate question was, who was the father, and he was absolutely gob smacked to hear Bernardo say he was. With both of them now devastated and in tears and explaining that they had come to him as their 'uncle' and the only person they could turn to, to try and solve the problem.

Never the prude and, although shocked, Mike wanted to know if their parents knew. Bernardo assured Mike that neither Silvio nor Gianna had any idea, they had found out from a pregnancy testing kit and then Maria had seen a private doctor at a clinic paid for by Bernardo. He had asked them how it happened.

Bernardo explained that, some months ago, they had both been sunbathing in the garden of their house. They were on their own, the rest of the family being either at work or college. They had started to play, as siblings do, and were throwing water over each other. Maria, dressed in a bikini, ran into the trees at the end of their garden chased by Bernardo who was wearing swimming trunks. Bernardo caught her and they wrestled playfully. Unfortunately, Bernardo began to 'notice' Maria in a sexual way and got a terrific hard-on. Maria noticed and touched him there, she had seen boys, obviously with so many brothers, but never one hard like this. As things will, one thing led to another and they kissed and began exploring each others' bodies. Maria drew away but Bernardo begged her to let him put himself between her legs, not inside her he assured Mike, but just between her legs to relieve his tension. She reluctantly agreed and, from behind, he put his cock between her legs and began to move. It wasn't long before he came covering her pussy with sperm which mixed with her juices which had started to flow during the whole escapade. He swore he had never entered her, that they hadn't really done anything wrong although he now realised he had taken advantage of her.

Mike said, "I tended to believe them. Bernardo was quite experienced sexually at that age. Girls tended to throw themselves at him. When you meet him you'll see why, he is a very attractive man, not really handsome like Guy, but with a very strong personality. So I confirmed again that she was definitely pregnant and asked her if anyone else could be the father." He continued the story.

"I haven't been with a man," she said, "honestly, uncle. I'm not a virgin because of the horse riding, but I haven't been with a man," and she started sobbing again.

"Uncle," Bernardo said, "what must we do. This will kill father and destroy our family. I will do anything!"

"Well, we discussed an abortion but this was totally against their religious beliefs and, anyway, would be difficult to arrange without the family finding out although I thought it could be done. But both were against it."

Mike had gone off into the kitchen to make more coffee and to think. There he came up with a plan which, when I heard him explain it, made my heart go out to him. He would say he was the father and say that he seduced Maria one day just after his divorce. He explained the plan to the two youngsters.

"This is what we will say," he said to them, "we will say that, whatever date this happened, you visited me. That shouldn't be a problem as you spent quite a lot of time with me then. I was very sad and depressed over the divorce, you will attest to this Bernardo, and Maria had come to cheer me up. She found me very sad and sat on my lap to cuddle and chat to me. One thing led to another and I took her virginity on the lounge floor. We were both devastated and vowed to keep it a secret between us never suspecting that she would become pregnant."

They both protested, saying that Silvio would kill him or do something terrible. Mike acknowledged that but said that it was better this should happen than he should find out the truth and that he hoped their previous friendship may stay Silvio's hand. He asked Bernardo to stand up for him with his father after the event to try and mend the friendship which would surely be broken by what was supposed to have happened. Then he schooled them over and over again as to what had supposedly happened, particularly Maria, as he knew her mother would question her long and hard. He sent Bernardo out of the room and even went over the sexual aspects describing to her exactly what he was supposed to have done with her. This embarrassed her but he felt it was necessary to make the story believable. Mike felt that her parents had to be told as quickly as possible so arranged to meet Silvio and Gianna, with Maria the next evening. Gianna would obviously sense something was wrong in the meantime so Mike suggested Maria stay with a friend overnight. 

Thus ended a momentous evening.

I said to Mike, "Couldn't you have done anything else? It was surely a big risk taking all the blame."

"Caroline," he said, "I couldn't think of anything else. The baby was going to come, that was certain, and there had to be a father. A father that could allow everyone to save some face. Can you imagine what would have happened it they had found out. Even if they believed the innocent event."

"Can you actually get pregnant like that," I asked.

"Yes, most certainly. At her age then she is really fertile and she was at the middle of her cycle, the most fertile time. At his age, he was about twenty then, he's manufacturing sperm like no tomorrow," he laughed, "and, as I was told many years ago, every one's a goer. It actually happened with my second daughter so I know the truth of it. She was obviously very wet down there due to them playing about so the sperm have a route in, as it were, and they are very strong. I don't believe that he actually had real sex with her, I trusted them both to tell me the truth and I believed them."

I was thinking hard about what he had told me and about the way that Maria treated him this evening; and I was coming to some conclusions.

"What happened when you told Silvio?" I asked.

"Well," he said, "that was quite interesting, to say the least! His immediate reaction when I told him Maria was pregnant was stunned silence. Maria was sitting quietly next to her mother, who had, as I suspected, begun to realise something was going on. Maria was very drawn and low. Gianna looked at me the whole time and then said, 'Why are you telling us this?' Now was the crunch, I took a step backward and said, 'Because I'm the father'. I made a mistake then. I was looking at Gianna and this caused a strange reaction in her, because I knew that she didn't believe me. But the reaction in Silvio was something else. I'd taken my eyes of him to look at Gianna and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back with a very sore face. He'd hit me twice and knocked me down. Then he grabbed hold of me, hit me a few more times and shouted insults in Italian, then threw me out of the house. With Maria screaming and Gianna trying to stop the violence things were quite heated. We'd arranged for Bernardo to be around but he was too late to stop me being clobbered but he did manage to make sure his father didn't do anything silly to Maria. They told me he had broken almost every plate in the house and it took several hours before his temper died down. I was glad he threw me out," he added laughing, "god knows what he would have done to me had I stayed."

"He's a big man," I said, "he could have hurt you badly."

"Yes, that was why Bernardo was supposed to be standing by but he was a bit late. Thankfully all I got was a broken nose and a black eye, so not too bad really."

"Oh Mike, you did all this for them and they don't know."

"Well Maria and Bernardo do, and now you do."

"Finish the story, you must have made it up with Silvio."

"Yes, thanks mainly to Bernardo and Gianna really. Bernardo reminded his father of my state of mind just after the divorce and Gianna, who spent the next couple of days quizzing Maria, assured him that it had only been this one occasion when my control had slipped. Anyway, she never really believed I was the father. After much persuasion, and for the sake of Maria, he agreed to speak to me again. This time Bernardo was present, at my request I might add. I didn't want to get hit again! 

As soon as I entered the room I went straight over to Silvio, knelt in front of him, and begged his forgiveness in Italian. I'd practised for hours to get it right. I wanted him to feel that I really cared for him and his family (as I did). He was quiet for a while, looking down at me kneeling in front of him with my head down like doing a penance. You could have cut the quiet in the room with a knife as everyone held their breath waiting for his decision. I longed to look up at him but I didn't want to break the mood. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he put his hand on my head and said, 'I forgive you for your one mistake my friend, and because of my mistakes in the past. Come back to my family' and, as I stood, he embraced me and began to cry. This started me off and everybody else except Bernardo who, throughout everything was the only one to retain his cool, as it were.

Afterwards we talked long and hard, I said that it would be wrong for me to marry Maria. Although it is more common in Italy for older men to marry younger women, I felt she was far too young for me." 

He looked at me with a wry smile, "That's out of the window then, now I've found you." He laughed, "No wonder people think I'm a cradle snatcher!!"

"I said that I would pay all the expenses for Maria and look after her child financially and, as a penance to him, also look after his family. The restaurant business doesn't make much money and he did have six children to support, and so he was happy to accept my offer. As to the child, we said that it would just happen. He only had a brother in England, having arrived with him at 20 many years ago so that wasn't likely to be a problem. The older family members would know I was the father but that would be hidden from the child when he or she arrived and some story concocted. Well, Maria and Gianna went off to Canada for a long holiday during which the baby was born, a healthy bouncing boy who, in addition to displaying no genetic problems that could have arisen from the brother/sister parentage, thankfully bore a passing resemblance to me. That was really our only worry really once the initial problems had been overcome. I was relieved to find that, with the exception of Guy, the family accepted me back into it's fold."

"Why was Guy so against you?"

"I don't know really. It was strange because we had been very close. He had often stayed with us before the divorce. He was a very quiet lad then, very deep and intense; and extremely intelligent. I worked really hard to regain his trust and confidence and, thankfully, we're now very good friends, in fact he stayed here for nearly three years whilst he went to college. He's a lot like me. I'm really fond of him, probably more so than the other boys. He's the son I never had," he ended in a strange voice seemingly close to tears.

I looked hard at him, "How do you feel about Maria?"

"Oh, I love her, I suppose. She feels almost like a daughter or a niece to me. Yes, I'm very fond of her."

I thought I'd be blunt now, I needed to tell him what I suspected. "Do you fancy her?"

"Caroline," he responded, shocked, "of course not."

"What do you mean 'of course not'. You said yourself that she was beautiful and by god she is. I haven't seen many more attractive women in my short life. There must be men queuing up at her door."

"Well, you know what I mean, she's family! I've never thought of her like that."

"Does she have any boyfriends," I asked suspecting the answer.

"No," he said, "she has lots of offers and always has had, but she's never taken anyone up. Do you know I think that she is still a virgin in the sexual sense. I don't think she's ever made love."

"I don't think she has either," I said. Now I was going to bite the bullet, "and she won't until she has YOU!"

"What," he said sitting up straight in the water and splashing us both, "what do you mean?"

"Oh," I said exasperated, "you men, you can't see anything. You can't understand the way we think. She won't go with another man until she gives her virginity to you! Look, when she was sixteen you saved her and her family from ruin by sacrificing something of yourself. You even described over and over, what you had supposed to have done with her, and she an innocent virgin. Can't you see how she might feel about that."

"No, not really. Am I being dense."

"No more dense than any other man I should think," I said disparagingly. "When she held you tonight I could see her face. Desire was all over it, love as well. She feels very strongly about you. When she was introduced to me she was very frosty at first, did you notice that?"

"Yes, I did as a matter of fact. I was quite surprised, she's usually so warm and friendly."

"Yes, normally I suppose she would be, but not to the woman you're screwing when she wants you that way. Don't you see."

"Mmmmmm." He was very thoughtful.

"Look," I said, "I'd like to meet Maria, would you mind. I liked her once she lost her dislike of me. I think we could get on and I know Jo would like her. Then I could find out if I'm right and we can figure out what to do. What do you say."

He laughed, releasing the tension that had been building as he realised what I was saying, "Caroline, you are a Machiavellian (I'll have to look that up I thought!) minx. Of course I don't mind. I've only ever wanted her to be happy. God knows I've tried. She's turned down some to the most eligible bachelors that I know, wouldn't even go out with them. I thought that the experience had turned her off sex."

"I don't think so, she looked pretty much as though she wanted sex with you!"

"This is all a bit overpowering for me," he said, "I thought this problem had been solved but obviously not. Yes, by all means, Lena, try and find out if you are right. Then, I suppose, try to talk her out of it."

Yes, I thought, that's one option, but I don't think that she'll go for it. You don't pine for a man for 9 years and then just put it behind you. I thought I knew what he was going to have to do and, I sensed, it would be difficult for him because of his feelings for her.

We'd been talking for a long while now and I was feeling quite sexy as the water bubbled across my body so I moved over to him and playfully whispered in his ear, "I think that it's time you stopped thinking about Maria and thought about me."

"Oh," he said pushing my hand down to his tool, "I am thinking about you, you sexy young hussy!" He was standing proud!

"Give me 10 minutes on my own," I whispered, "I want you everywhere!!"

He watched me climb out of the bath, "Aphrodite emerging from the sea," he said smiling up at me.

"I thought she was Greek," I said wiggling my bottom at him.

"Well," he said, "seeing you she would wish to be English."

I laughed at him, "Flatterer, you're only after my body!"

"Exactly," he said laughing as I left the bathroom dripping water everywhere.

When I came out of the en-suite he was sitting on the end of the bed obviously waiting for me. He stood and held me tightly to him, "Tu sei una bella donna, mia amata, bella," he whispered in my ear and he kissed me hungrily on the lips. I missed the middle bit of that, I was going to look it up but I forgot. It actually means 'my beloved' but I didn't know that then so I missed picking up his real feelings. I hugged him and stroked his back, right down to his bottom, then I pushed him back on the bed.

"I want to suck that lovely cock," I said, "but don't you dare cum!"

He laughed, "I'll try," he said, "but you've got a wicked mouth, you know."

"Mmmmm, all the better to EAT you with," I smiled back at him, licking my lips. He lay back on the bed and I pulled down his boxer shorts and looked at his cock standing proud and thought that everything would be alright now. His sense of fun had returned. "Anyway," I said with a great big pout, "that's no way to talk to the woman who's going to screw the arse off you, is it?"

He laughed, "I humbly apologise, yes, you're quite right. You've got a beautiful mouth," and then, suddenly serious, "beautiful like the rest of you!"

How do you deal with a man who can make you feel like a goddess? When he said I was beautiful, I believed him, although I know I'm not really. It's funny. Anyway, I knelt between his legs and took his penis in my hands, measuring it like I'd told Jo and it was two hands and a, rather large, mouthful. I put my mouth over the head and started to gently suck whilst I probed with my tongue into the tiny hole that delivered his cum. I love doing this and it prompted a small discharge of precum which I savoured before swallowing. This essence of him made me feel terribly sexy and swallowing it, and his cum (a lot of which I did later), seemed to be important to my feelings for him. I took one hand off him and started to stroke him while I sucked the head, the other hand moved to his balls which I began to gently massage. He was moaning softly, "Oh yes, that's great Lena, great."




Caroline Ch. 01.09



After doing this for a while I thought I'd swallow it all so I leant forward to get the right angle and pushed my mouth onto him. When I felt it at the back of my throat I took a deep breath and swallowed. He slid down my throat until I felt his pubes tickling my nose. Deep throating is quite an art really, it can be frightening because you can't breathe with 8 inches of hardness in your throat. I suppose you could swallow an even bigger one but Mike's is the biggest I'd done it to up 'til then. I began to get into the rhythm of throating him, breathe on the out then swallow then out. He seemed to be enjoying it until he suddenly put his hand on my head to stop me, "Bloody hell, Lena, stop or I'll cum." So I pulled him from my mouth and kept very still while he controlled himself.

After a while he began to move again, "Jeez, Lena, I said you had a beautiful mouth. That was marvellous."

I smiled at him and licked my lips, "I cant wait to taste your spunk in my mouth," I said, "but not tonight. I'm far from finished yet!" With that I straddled his hips, took hold of his erection like a racket handle and began to lower myself down on him. His eyes locked onto mine as I moved his penis to my sex, rubbing the head against my lips and clit before sinking myself onto him. I could feel his proudness spreading my the lips of my vagina, already very moist from the excitement of sucking him, and they opened to accept his hard presence. Halfway in I met my hand so I started to bounce up and down with just half of him inside me. I was in heaven and it was having a pretty good effect on Mike as well. After a couple of times I took my hand away and all of him went inside my pussy. I let out a long, "Aaaaaggghhh" and Mike shouted, "Shit" as I landed on his loins. I leant back, took my weight on my arms and continued to bounce up and down on him. My orgasm had been on the way when I first put him in, now it arrived, washing over me as his erection reached deep inside. I looked at Mike and he reached for me. I leant forward and his arms surrounded me and held me close. He kissed my mouth, my hair, and my eyes before whispering, "Lena, are you OK?"

"Mmmmm," I responded lazily. I was, by now, subdued as my orgasm passed. We rolled onto our sides and he withdrew from me, finally laying on one elbow by my side looking down at me. He gently moved my hair from my eyes and, smiling, stroked my hair and my face before kissing me. This was lovely, tender, loving I suppose. I don't know but I almost loved him then; I was very close to having complicated feelings at that moment. It's always a bit like that just after an orgasm but, especially after the events of a fortnight ago and his gentle tenderness now, my feelings were quite mixed up. He obviously hadn't cum yet so he was just waiting for me to recover a bit before he started again. I suppose I'm lucky really, since meeting Mike and having sex with him I've found that I can go on having orgasms one after the other, they just take longer to come around but they get more fantastic. I knew tonight he was going to cum in my bottom, that's where I wanted him to cum, and I think he wanted to as well.

He continued to look down on me with affection in his eyes then he kissed me gently on the lips, then eyes before moving down to use his tongue to stimulate my nipples. Needing no extra work, these perked up immediately and he began to suck them hard, but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me know that he could. Then he bit my nipples, again just hard enough to excite me but not hard enough to hurt, and drag his teeth along each one. The feeling was exquisite causing them to become even bigger and harder. He moved to kissing and licking my tits all over, paying particular attention to the underneath where I was so sensitive. At the same time he twiddled my nipples with his fingers, again pinching and tweaking just enough to let me know he could do it harder if he wanted. It was so exciting because, I suppose, we had gone through the whole thing a fortnight before, and I knew where it could lead. Tonight he was firm but gentle, I had no fear that he would get carried away. I don't know why, I suppose it was his whole manner, light-hearted, tender enjoying every minute.

He worked on my tits for what seemed like ages and I thought he was going to move down to my pussy but he surprised me. Looking up from my boobs he said, "Turn over, Lena," and motioned me to turn face down and I wondered what was going to happen. This is sooooo exciting, not really knowing what is coming next. He didn't do anything for a while, just knelt beside me looking down. He told me after that he loves looking at me like this, my long back curving down to my waist, then the blossoming (his word) of my bottom into it's wonderful fulsome shape and the cute way in which the cheeks join the tops of my legs. I don't know, I've never really seen it have I, but he seems to love it.

He began to stroke my back from shoulder to bottom, softly, gently running his fingers across my body sending shivers up and down my spine. Then his hands fluttered across the cheeks of my bottom and began to gently massage them. He opened my legs more and moved between them, this heightened my excitement because he could do almost anything from this position. I knew that I desperately wanted him deep in my backside tonight. I wanted to feel him totally inside me, not in anger and pain, but gently with tenderness and care. He leant forward and began to stroke my shoulders and back. As he did so I could feel his erection resting on my bottom and I felt him move it so that it was sitting in valley between my cheeks. I couldn't stop myself pushing back on him to feel it moving there: heaven!

He stopped this after a while and started to kiss my lower back before moving down to kiss the cheeks of my bottom. He lifted his head, "Kneel, Lena," he said hoarsely and lifted my hips from the bed. I knelt up and he pushed my legs apart opening me completely to him. I could feel his breath on my anus and on my pussy, it was driving me mad, what was he going to do? I soon found out as he pressed his tongue on my anus and began to insinuate it inside. I opened to him, I wanted that tongue in my back door so much. Then he started to lick the whole length of the valley covering it with saliva before moving back to my anus. I felt his hands on each cheek and his thumbs each side of my anus as he pulled it apart, opening it for his tongue. I could feel it reach inside my rosebud and start licking the walls of my back passage. It was so sensitive that I had an immediate orgasm, not strong and not like anything I had had before, but bloody good. He must have been able to open me quite a bit to get his tongue in that far! He continued doing this for what seemed like ages with me moaning and groaning in increasing pleasure. I was pushing myself back into his face, I forgot about his penis, his tongue was sending me mad. I don't know how many small orgasms I had but, at a point as one finished he stopped and moved to my sex. 

Again he pulled open me open there, exposed the inner lips, and began to lick them both moving from side to side. With my head pushed into the pillow I was moaning the litany, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessss," over and over again interspersed with the occasional, "Don't stop!" He did! His tongue was replaced by his really hard erection slowly but steadily entering my vagina. He took me by surprise! Before I knew it he was all the way in, deep inside me with his hips against my thighs. It was heavenly. Then the loving began. Short strokes at first which got slowly longer until he was almost leaving me before driving back in. Then he started moving a little bit to each side every time he pulled back increasing my feeling of being penetrated. As he was doing this I felt something cold on my anus; KY. He began to massage around the entrance to my rectum before using his thumb to push it inside. He gently inserted his thumb all the way inside past the tight ring and began to move it in and out in rhythm with his cock. I couldn't take this for long, it made me cum, shouting out loud, "Oh yessss, fuck me, fuck me," and ending with a loud, "Yessss, aaaagggghhh," as the orgasm rocked my body. But he wasn't finished, oh no. 

Before I finished my orgasm, he pulled his cock out of my vagina and, after a few moments which he must have used to apply KY, he withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his penis. Pushing gently past the initial resistance of my anus he was soon halfway into my dark passage. I could feel his cockhead pushing apart the walls of my rectum as his penis passed into me. The feeling was wonderful, so full, breached, I suppose, although it did hurt a bit, but after a deep breath, I ignored the small pain. I don't know how to explain it really but I wanted a lot more!

He stopped halfway in and leant forward to whisper in my ear, "Are you OK, Lena? Shall I go on?" 

OK, OK, bloody OK? I was in seventh heaven. I think I was still on the orgasm plain from him in my pussy! I could hardly speak with the waves of pleasure, desire, slight pain, tension, that were cruising about my body.

"Oh fuck me yes, I'm bloody OK. Don't you dare stop now!" I managed to blurt out, "get in me!!"

He took me at my word and pushed the rest of his erection into my rear entry. Past the depth of that first time weeks ago, until I could feel his thighs against mine. Oh god, I thought I've taken him all, but I was wrong! His hands reached down and gently pulled apart the cheeks of my bottom. This allowed another half inch of him inside me, the big bit at the base which really stretched my anus. It caused a sharp intake of breath and a concerned, "OK, Lena?" from Mike.

Breathlessly I replied, "Oh yes, I'm OK. Is that all?"

Equally breathlessly, he replied, "Yes, all I've got. 8½ inches of stiff cock stuck up your arsehole. How does it feel?"

I could tell this talking was turning him on, "It feels fucking great. I never realised how good all your cock could feel in my arse. Are you going to bugger me now?"

"You bet your sweet life," he said as he started to slide out a little bit then push back in again. He continued to move in and out of me gently and with small strokes for a while before driving right in again and leaning forward.

"Kiss me," he said, "Kiss me hard."

I turned me head and he moved one hand from my bottom to hold me against him as he kissed me and I kissed him back. Our tongues started their usual dance as he started to move inside me in earnest. Backwards and forwards, almost out, then totally in, he was stroking me steadily and hard but with love and passion not pain and anger. I was starting to cum as he pulled his mouth from mine and let out a loud shout, "Oh fuck, Lena, I'm going to fill your arse with cummmmmmmm. Aaaaggghhhh."

I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me and then the spunk hitting the inside of my rectum, my bowels I suppose. It was warm. I could feel his cum much more inside me there than in my womb, it's more sensitive in the back door I suppose. He kept thrusting in and out of my arse trying to get even deeper, his cum providing lubrication making his penis slide with ease. My orgasm arrived as he spurted into me and I started to squeeze him with the muscles of my rectum, to pinch him, to milk him. This caused another couple of spurts as I milked his cock of his man juice (isn't that a lovely phrase?) and brought a further, "Oh fucking hell, Lena!"

I didn't want to lose his hardness at that moment so I clenched my anus tightly so he couldn't get out and rolled sideways. He had no choice but to come with me and we ended up in a 'spoon' position with his cock inside me. It still felt great and I could have gone another few rounds but I could feel that he was getting soft. After a few minutes my tight little rosebud could no longer hold on to his softening erection and it was expelled, rather unfairly I thought. Then I could feel the spunk running out of me and onto my leg. He pulled my top leg high and moved down to lick my back door, now gaping (a term he explained to me later) from the attention of his sizeable member. I couldn't believe that he would do this but he did. I felt his tongue gently laving my ring, reaching inside and caressing the walls of my arsehole, at the same time licking up his spunk and the other stuff from my hole. Then he moved up to me and kissed me with this mouthful of spunk and stuff. I took it gratefully into my mouth and we both swallowed the results of our fantastic bout of anal sex.

He moved away from me, "We must do that again!" he said laughing.

"Oh yes," I said, "as often as possible!"

"That was really great, Caroline, I'm glad we managed to put that last session behind us."

So am I, I thought. "We'll never go there again, will we?" I asked.

"No, we certainly won't. Tonight was fantastic for me, what about you?"

I didn't think that sex could get any better than this so I just said, "Mike, yes, it was fantastic for me as well but now I must go to the loo," I ended laughing, "give me a moment then we'll shower."

So he came in and we washed and dried each other. It was a great feeling, caring and tender. Gosh my feelings for him were more than just a sex partner now, where was this heading. (Of course, I'd have known if I had heard properly earlier but I missed 'amata').

He gave me a pair of his pyjama bottoms to wear and, after I put them on, he said, "By god Lena, you look absolutely delectable in those. So sexy."

I pouted at him and wiggled my bottom, which caused my small boobs to shake a bit as well, "Flatterer," I said laughing, "but don't stop."

He hugged me to him and kissed me, "It's now that I wish I was 30 years younger," he said, "then I throw you on the bed and go round again."

"Yes," I said, "but the first time probably wouldn't have been so good. In your case experience makes up for age. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. I bet thirty years ago you wouldn't have given me so much!"

He laughed, "You make me feel good you know, I'm so bloody lucky to have found you. Let's go to bed, it's nearly 2 am and you've got to get up in the morning for work."

I didn't really want this night to end but he was right. So we got into bed and I went to sleep cuddling him.

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Caroline Ch. 01.10



Caroline's Story: Maria and 'dessert'

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Note: This is the second time that 'girl only' sex is specifically mentioned. As I said, I don't go into detail as I have no experience of what happens between female lovers (I don't count adult movies!). If anyone has and they would like to write up an insert I'd be happy to read it. Only one plea – stay in character.

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When I awoke in the morning he wasn't there but I could smell bacon cooking so I guessed that he was making breakfast. I quickly dashed under a shower, dried and dressed. When I got downstairs breakfast was ready, bacon and eggs, toast, fruit juice, all the business.

"Must feed a growing girl," he said laughing, "I wouldn't want Jo to think that I didn't look after you."

"Oh," I laughed, "you look after me in more ways than this. I think I like that better," and I pouted at him causing a great guffaw and the response,

"Lena, you're priceless. Eat up and I'll get you to work."

I wanted to just check about seeing Maria so I said, "You don't mind if I see Maria do you Mike, I really want to check out my suspicions and try to talk to her about it."

"You know, you've really opened a can of worms in my head over this Lena, if you can change her mind I think I'd be very happy."

And I'd be very surprised, I thought, but continued to pull the wool over his unsuspecting male eyes. "I'm sure that, if my suspicions are correct, I can talk her round," I said, lying through my teeth. I was absolutely certain that if my suspicions were correct there would be no way her mind could be changed about him.

"I hope so," he said and we continued chatting over breakfast then he drove me to work.

I'd got Maria's phone number off Mike so later that morning I phoned her from work.

"Hello Maria, it's Caroline." She seemed not to remember.

"Caroline?" she said and after a moment, "oh, Caroline."

"Yes, we met last night, I was with Mike."

"Yes, how are you?" A very polite response but I could feel the frostiness even down the phone.

"I'm fine thanks. Look," in for a penny, in for a pound, "we didn't get a chance to chat last night with all those men (and boys) about and I wondered whether you'd like to meet me for lunch tomorrow?" (Mike was away on business again so we couldn't meet.)

She hesitated, "Ermm, I don't know, wh . . . ."

"I really wanted to talk to you," I interrupted sensing she was going to refuse, "about our favourite subject." That should stimulate her interest.

"I don't understand, what do you mean, 'our favourite subject'?" This with a degree of agitation. I think that she had a suspicion where I was going but she was still very suspicious and not very friendly. I think I understood how she felt but I needed to press on if I was going to be successful.

"Well, I don't want to talk on the phone, please, can we meet for lunch tomorrow?"

"Well," reluctantly, "all right. But I don't really know what you are talking about!"

I mentioned a good café in the town and we arranged to meet at midday on Tuesday. The conversation finished with a still frosty goodbye from her and a cheery 'see you tomorrow' from me. Lunch was not going to be easy!

That evening I told Jo everything that had happened on Sunday except about Maria. I wasn't being secretive but I didn't think that I should burden her with another problem when she was still trying to get over Steve. Perhaps after I had put my plan into action regarding her and Mike, I could share Maria's story with her. I would almost certainly need her help in getting them in bed together which was the only way I could see of solving Maria's problem.

I dressed quite conservatively for the meeting with Maria and caught the bus into town to be there quite early. She arrived on time looking like something out of a model catalogue. There's no doubt she was an extremely beautiful woman. I noted several male heads turning in her direction. She seemed oblivious to her own attractiveness, there was no artifice whatsoever in the actions. She wasn't trying to be attractive, she just was!

She greeted me with a frosty "Hello," and we entered the café. We ordered salads and a drink and passed the time with very stilted small talk which only became more friendly when I began to talk about her son. She was obviously not happy at this meeting and I wondered if I would be able to break down her antagonism. After the meal we sat having coffee and she said to me, "OK Caroline, I'm here. I don't know why but I am. What did you mean on the phone 'our favourite subject'. What could we possibly have in common?"

Well, an awful lot, I thought. How was I going to play this? Bluntly, I thought.

"Well," I said looking directly into her eyes, "my favourite subject at present is the man I'm sleeping with, Mike. What's yours?"

A look of shock mixed with anger passed across her face and I knew that I was right. I hadn't misread her expression on Sunday evening, she wanted him badly, I was sure.  

"I, um, I, er, I don't know what you mean," she stumbled, "anyway, I'm not sleeping with anybody!"

Oh, nice try, I thought. "I think you do know what I mean," I said still pinning her with my eyes, "I saw the look on your face when you held Mike on Sunday. I think I know exactly what your favourite subject is, and has been for a long while. Am I right?"

She looked away, "I don't want to talk about it," she said, "not to you, not to anyone!"

"That's the problem really, isn't it? You don't talk about it, do you?"

"I don't have anything to talk about and anyway I don't want to," she said vehemently, "and certainly not here!" she added as an afterthought.

Oh, then you do, I thought. Luckily, Jo was on lates so the flat was empty, "Well, if you won't talk about it here how about coming back to my flat and talking about it?" I flashed her a big smile and added, "I make a mean cup of instant coffee." This brought a frosty smile to her face and the barest softening of her attitude. I could see the struggle going on inside her. I supposed that she must have had a desperate need to talk about how she felt to somebody but a tremendous fear that if she did an inappropriate person may find out how she felt. And, of course, if she did talk about her feelings she'd have to acknowledge them and that may be difficult for her. I tried to help her make her decision.

"Look, Maria, I've no axe to grind. Anything you say will be safe with me, and I sense you want to talk." Thankfully, this seemed to make up her mind and she nodded, 'yes'.

"Come on," she said, "let's go and get my car." And, doing so, we drove home.

I showed her into the lounge and went to make coffee (perc'ed actually) and brought it into the room.

"What's this all about, Caroline," she said, more openly hostile now she had regained her poise, "what's going on here?"

Time to come clean, I thought, "Well," I said, "I saw the way that you behaved when you said hello to Mike, the way you held him and the look in your eyes and on your face told me all I wanted to know. You want him, possibly you even love him, I don't know. I also noticed how much like Mike piccolo Silvio looks so I put two and two together and came up with 4. So I asked Mike later that evening, even suggested that he might have been the father."

This had the effect of causing complete shock in Maria, she spluttered, "No, no, that's not true, he isn't, no I don't. I'm not listening to this from some trollop," and she stood up to go.

'Trollop' rather upset me, 'mistress' yes 'trollop' no! So I got a bit angry now. "Oh sit down you silly woman. He told me everything, everything. I know the whole story so I know how you feel about him."

This shocked her even more. "It's not true," she said sitting down again somewhat defeated, "it's not true, not true! He wouldn't have told you."

"Well, he did tell me so what's not true, that he's Silvio's father or that you want him, love him?"

"Look," she said her attitude softening somewhat and she became very agitated, "what we did we did once, a long time ago when I was very young and he was very sad. Yes it's true he's Silvio's father. Only my family know. Why did he tell you. I don't love him, well, I love him as my 'uncle'," she added somewhat unconvincingly looking away.

"He told me because I asked him and he is fond of me and he trusts me, and," I said with added emphasis, "he told me the TRUE story. I know who the real father is."

This prompted a gasp from her and a look of absolute desperation, "No," she said, "he wouldn't. It's not true, Mike is the father!!"

"You and I have to get this together Maria, for your sake and for his. I told him, you see. Told him how you felt about him. Told him I could tell from your face, your eyes, that you wanted him."

"Oh, no, no, no. Tell me you didn't really. I couldn't stand that he knows. Anyway, he's the father. Honestly, it's the truth." She was desperate for me to believe this. I suppose if you live a lie for such a long time you don't want to let go of it. I felt sorry for her but I pressed ahead rather cruelly but necessarily.

"Maria, we don't use any protection when we make love." This brought a look of withering hatred from her but I went on remorselessly. "So I asked him if it was a problem, me getting pregnant. He told me not to worry, he had a vasectomy twenty years ago. So, he couldn't possibly be Silvio's father, could he?"

She looked horrified, "Why are you doing this," she said, "you've got him haven't you, isn't that enough?" she ended beginning to sob. Then another look of pure of hatred that quite worried me. She was obviously jealous, extremely jealous.

I put my hand on hers and said softly, trying to break her mood of anger, "Maria, I just want people to be happy, you're not. You are so sad, I can see it in your eyes. Mike told me you don't have male friends do you?" She nodded softening somewhat. "Have you ever been with a man?"

She looked up with despair on her face, "No," she whispered, "no, I cant!" The she started to cry again, her hatred dissipating into sorrow. Deep sobs suddenly racked her body and I sat next to her and hugged her to me. I figured that this was the first time in nearly 10 years that she had let down her guard. My heart went out to her, how she must have felt all this time, all he feelings bottled up and no one to talk to.

"Ssshhh," I whispered to her just like Jo had to me when I left home, "why don't you tell all about it." I handed her a handkerchief as she regained control and wiped her eyes.

"Oh Caroline," she said, "I've never spoken about this to anyone. Can I tell you. Oh how I need to tell someone." I felt so sorry for her then, she looked small, broken, almost pathetic, but still beautiful.

I nodded, "Oh course," I said, "of course."

"He told you everything did he?" I nodded. "Don't you see? How can I go with another man when he did that for me. My father hurt him you know. He had to go to hospital and have stitches and all. There was blood all over him. Bernardo was too late to stop my father from beating him. Then he came back, later, to try to heal the broken friendship. Do you know? He knelt in front of father and begged his forgiveness, took all the blame, said he had seduced me and he was mortified. He would pay any penance, he had no pride then. How could he do that for me when he hadn't even seen me naked? Don't you understand. What he did for my family and me was something almost unbelievable. He saved me, he saved my family. I owe him everything. Where would I be now if he hadn't done what he did? I owe him that thing he said he took, don't you see? No other man can match up to this," she started sobbing again, "oh how I want to give him what he deserves, what he should have, don't you see?" she asked again.

"Maria, I understand how you must feel," and I put my arm around her and cuddled her to me.

"But that's not all," she continued, "did he tell you about what he is supposed to have done with me?"

"He told me that he described to you what was supposed to have happened, did he?"

"Oh, he did more than that. He sent Bernardo out of the room after we had worked out when it was supposed to have happened because he said it would be embarrassing for us both. Then he said that my mother was almost certain to quiz me about the sex. I was quite shocked that he should talk like that but he went on to say that he would describe what we had done together. Oh, Caroline, I was 16. I knew about sex, mother had told me, but I hadn't experienced anything before this happened. He described how it had happened, how he touched me, kissed me, undressed me, and took me. Then he made me describe it to him, over and over, until I got it right. Every detail he described and made me repeat. How he felt in my hand, inside me, how big he was, all these sorts of things. He said I had to know this because mother would press me about what happened. He was right, she did, over and over. I don't think she ever really believed that Mike was Silvio's father but she had no other candidate so she had to accept it.

But, Caroline, can you imagine what that did to me. I still go to sleep sometimes imagining him doing those things, his hands on my body, me stroking him, it's agony wanting something so badly knowing you can never have it. I even thought of killing myself after Silvio was born, you know, with the depression and everything. You see, I saw so much of him. He was worried and concerned about me, that everything would go right. When mother and me went to Canada to have the baby he came over to see me and afterwards he was always near. My feelings for him were tearing me apart. It was torture then and it still is now. Do you understand why? Can you see that I can't even think about another man? I was 16 when this happened, and a fairly naïve 16 at that."

She seemed defeated after this outburst, flat, lifeless, as though something had been drained from her body. I felt desperately sorry for her. I could see how she would be affected by something like this for the whole of her life. I continued to cuddle her and "sshhhsshhh" her as she cried on my shoulder. Then she gathered herself together.

"It's not fair," she said, "to burden you with my problems, I have to solve them my own way. I'm sorry I was so nasty to you. Do you know I wanted to scratch your eyes out on Sunday. It was obvious you two were sleeping together and just now I could have killed you, you know. It is so painful to see you so happy with him, having him, you know, like that. I met a few of his girlfriends after his divorce but none of them seemed to be as close as you are. But it's really not fair is it? He has his life and you have yours."

"Maria," I said, "I do understand and I'm sorry if I have upset you but you have to talk about these feelings to someone, you can't keep them bunched up inside or they'll destroy you, make you bitter and angry."

"I suppose I know that but I've had no one to talk to, nobody to trust I suppose. I can't talk to mother obviously and I've lived with 5 brothers, all very protective. I certainly can't talk to them, and any girlfriends I have had have soon been snapped up by them. I'm glad I've met you, Caroline, can we be friends?"

"Of course we can be friends, that's what I wanted from the start," and I gave her another cuddle and a quick kiss.

"But what about Mike," she said, becoming serious again, "he knows now, you told him?"

"Don't worry about that," I said, "he doesn't want to believe that you feel that way about him so, when I tell him that I was wrong, he'll be only too happy to believe me. It won't be a problem, honestly. I may not be very old but it's been my experience that men and boys aren't very good at dealing with female feelings. I don't think they understand us at all so convincing him that it was all a figment of my imagination won't be a problem. Just go on treating him the way you do and he won't suspect anything.

"Can I ask you something?" I added. She nodded.

"If you had the opportunity would you go with him?"

"What do you mean?" she asked quizzically.

"If you could take him to bed, would you?"

She looked shocked. "I know it sounds silly, but I've never thought that I would be able to so I don't really know. He's my 'uncle' so he's family."

"OK," I said, "you climb into bed one night and he's there waiting to make love to you, what do you do?"

I could see the struggle going on inside her. All these years of imagining having him was fine but realising that she never would hadn't prepared her for the possibility that someday it MIGHT happen. "If that happened," she said finally making up her mind, "and he wanted it, I'd give him everything, everything I've ever imagined and you'd be surprised how much I've imagined," she added. I bet I wouldn't, I thought but I wanted to press her, to make her think about the possibility. "What do you mean, everything?"

"Well," she said a little shyly, "I know what men and women can do together. I seen all the books my brothers have and their videos and DVD's. I'd want to do all of that with him, give him every virginity. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes," I said laughing, "I understand." This made her laugh as well and she seemed to chirp up a bit. "I'll make us another coffee," I said.

When I came back into the room she seemed much more composed. She'd repaired her face after the tears and again I couldn't help thinking how attractive she was with her 'film star' looks. I poured the coffee and she sipped hers thoughtfully.

"Caroline," she said.

"Call me Lena, everyone does," I said smiling at her.

"Lena," she said pensively staring into her coffee, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, go ahead."

"Well," she was obviously embarrassed and plucking up courage to ask something important to her, "you know, on Sunday after you left, did you, um, er, did you, err?"

"Spit it out Maria," I said smiling and knowing what she was going to ask.

"Oh, I can't, I shouldn't, it's not fair really. No it's all right, I shouldn't be asking you things like that," and she continued in this vein, trying to convince herself that she shouldn't ask the question so I jumped in.

"You want to know if we made love don't you?"

"I'm sorry, it's intrusive, I shouldn't. Oh, Caroline, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Oh I so much want to know, you know. Oh no you don't do you."

"Maria," I said sternly, "you're babbling. You wanted to know if we made love." She looked at me eyes wide. "Yes we did. There, now you know. I stayed with him all night. Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A bit, I can't help feeling jealous that you have him, but no, it's not too bad. I like you," she said looking me straight in the eye, "I'm pleased that he has found someone like you to be with." 

"Thanks Maria," I said, "I'm glad I found him too. He's changing my life you know. He's so kind, thoughtful, considerate, all the things that a woman really wants. I'm lucky."

"Yes, you are," she said as she stared back into her coffee. She was quiet for a long while then, "Lena, can I ask you something else, I know I shouldn't and, if you don't want to answer, I won't mind but, well, but," off she went again, mumbling to herself trying to justify the question. I suspected what it was, her curiosity must have been unbearable. Here she was sitting having coffee with the girl who was having sex with the man she had fantasized over for nearly ten years. She must have been dying to ask me what he was like.

"Maria," I said, "I want us to be friends. I'll tell you now that one day, I don't know how long it will take, but one day you will have him," she looked shocked, "one day you will climb into bed with him and he will want you and you will be able to do all those things you've thought about. I promise. I don't know yet how it will happen but it will. There, does that make it easier?"




Caroline Ch. 01.10



"I don't know," she said, "I don't know but I wanted to ask you about him, you know, how he is, you know, oh it's difficult. What's he like in bed. There, I've said it, I'm sorry Lena, I shouldn't ask."

"Oh don't be silly, I don't mind. I tell my flatmate everything we do." She raised her eyebrows. "Yes, we've been friends for years now, she's like a sister and mother to me, perhaps I'll tell you why one day, but I don't mind my real friends knowing what he's like, so I'll tell you," I finished smiling my biggest smile at her. "He's kind and considerate. He takes care that I have a good time. He really makes love to me, you know, he doesn't treat me like a sex object like some of the boys I've been with."

"No, I don't know," she said looking sadly at me, "but I imagined he would be like that, you know, gentle, tender, but manly. It's silly really. I've no idea what it's like to be with a man." She looked up, "have you had many men? Oh, I'm sorry that's rude, I'm prying again."

"Maria, I don't mind and no, I've only had one MAN, that's Mike. I've been with a number of boys but as far as I'm concerned they don't really count. None of them thought about me only about getting their rocks off."

"Perhaps I've been lucky then, missing all that."

"I don't think you've been lucky, but I'm sure that a woman as beautiful as you would have had lots of suitors."

She looked up and smiled, "Thank you, yes I'm told I'm beautiful and, yes I've had lots and lots of suitors, but none of them ever interested me. It's driven my mother to distraction. She thinks I've gone off men because of what is supposed to have happened but I haven't. I like men, I find some attractive but, oh Lena, I can't think about going that far with them, you understand? So we get to a certain point and I cry off and they get angry and I never see them again."

I laughed, "I can understand why they would get brassed off. Going out with you would be a real fillip for a man."

She had regained her confidence now and I could tell she was winding herself up to ask another question. Again I could guess what it would be, her curiosity was obvious from the way she looked at me.

"Lena," she said questioningly, "Lena, would you tell me, you know, tell me, what you did on. . . . Oh dear, I'm sorry but, well, you know. Lena, I've dreamed of him doing things to me, you know, things from the films and books but would he, I don't know. Can you, will you tell me like you do your friend?"

She was really in a state again, agitated about asking the question and about what she would hear. I didn't mind talking about what we had done or did. I usually told Jo, she enjoyed my descriptions of what we got up to and it usually led to us making love so I was happy to do it.

"Maria, I don't mind at all, but are you sure you want to hear it. He was with me you know and you didn't like the idea of that before?"

"I'm all right now. I said I'm happy that he has found someone to care for and to care for him." She gave me a great big smile, god she was beautiful, and said, "Besides, we're friends now aren't we?"

I laughed back at her, "Yes we are," and I began to tell her about Sunday night. I didn't go into detail, just told her about my sucking him, deep throating, and sitting on him. Then how he made love to me, my boobs and my nipples. I told her how he turned me over and licked my pussy and bottom and how he entered me and my orgasms. I finished by describing him taking my bottomhole and cumming deep inside me there.

She didn't seem shocked by any of this so she had obviously studied the videos and DVDs. By the time I had finished I could see she was quite excited. She was perspiring, moving about on the settee and biting her lip. I must admit that I was quite excited too. Going over what we had done always tends to get me going and as I looked at Maria a thought crossed my mind.

"You've never been with a man?" I asked and she nodded 'no'.

"What about a woman?" I asked and looked her straight in the eye. Again she nodded 'no'. I got up, sat next to her, and put my arms around her. I turned her face to mine and kissed her full on the lips. A real kiss, a kiss of desire, and she responded. 

"Come on," I said and I lead her to the bedroom. She didn't resist although it must have been new to her but she was so excited by my retelling of Mike and my love making that she couldn't resist. As we walked I thought, seducing an older woman now, my, my, you are growing up. When we reached the bedroom I took her into my arms and whispered in her ear, "I may not have the right equipment, but you can imagine it's him if you want." Then I kissed her again and she responded with a slight whimper or desire and kissed me back hard.

We made love on the bed. Her orgasms were like eruptions, she completely lost her head. I suppose that she had never done this before. She had at least two, probably more. I brought her off with my tongue and my fingers, both times gently caressing her pussy. She didn't do anything to me but I got off once just watching her. It was amazing. Afterwards she was quite shy and I told her not to worry as we showered.

Sitting down afterwards she said, "I've seen two women in the films, but I didn't know it would be like that. It was amazing. Am I gay?"

I laughed, "No more than I am, I expect. Look Maria, for years you've pined for a man, an unapproachable man. You haven't pined for a woman have you. I like you, I enjoyed making love to you. I like Jo, my flatmate, and I enjoy making love with her but nothing will ever replace making love with Mike. I like men. I like their equipment," I laughed, "even replacements aren't the same as flesh and blood. So no, you're not gay. When I get you into bed with Mike, and I will somehow, you'll know what to do and you'll enjoy every second far more that you ever will with me. So don't worry."

"Do you think you ever will, you know, manage to get us together. If I thought you could it would be wonderful."

"I can't promise, Maria, but I'll do everything in my power to arrange it somehow."

"Don't you mind, you know, that you'll be sort of sharing him with me, if it happens. Won't you be jealous?"

"No, I have him, I'm happy with him. If he is happy with another woman, as long as I arrange it," I stressed, laughing, "I don't mind. In fact, I might like to join in!"

She laughed, "Lena you are incorrigible."

"Yes, I know and I enjoy it," I said laughing back and so our day ended. She left soon afterward with a smile on her lips and a wave goodbye. I said I would phone her now and again and, if she wanted to talk, she should phone me. Over the next few months as my relationship with Mike grew stronger and stronger we saw each other regularly. We didn't make love again, I think that she felt a bit embarrassed by it and I didn't want to press her, I was so happy with Mike. I decided that I wouldn't tell Jo about Maria just yet. She was still dealing with breaking up with Steve and she wasn't anywhere near getting over it, in fact she seemed to be getting worse. I would have to try to fix that and I had an idea how!

I only had one small cloud on the immediate horizon, my period was due on Thursday. I hadn't been taking the pill for a long time, no boyfriends and I hadn't bothered with Mike, didn't care really (funny?) but, then, it didn't matter anyway so I wasn't exactly sure, but it would certainly mean we couldn't make love on Sunday. Oh I would use my mouth on him (and get my first chance to taste his cum!) but that wasn't really a replacement for a great days sex, still, can't be helped! I didn't think it would bother him, he was a 'man of the world' but I still worried would he want me to be with him all day if we couldn't do anything. Self-confidence I suppose, silly, but then we all get these feelings of inadequacy sometimes. Of course, I needn't have worried.

As usual he arrived dead on time to pick me up and he gave me a kiss as I got in the car. Not a really passionate kiss, inappropriate I thought, but a tender 'hello' kiss. He immediately sensed something was different.

"Everything OK, Lena," he asked, concerned.

"Oh yes, everything's OK, but," I looked at him, "I've got my period, so . . "

He smiled at me and kissed me again, "And you're worried how I am going to react, yes?"

"Oh yes, I know it's silly but I didn't know whether you'd want to be with me all day today if we couldn't make love."

He leant over the seats and put his arm around me, "Oh Lena, it's enough to just be with you, don't you understand? I enjoy your company, your presence, so don't worry, we'll just have more time together to talk," then he kissed me again. He made me feel so confident in myself, you know, important for more than just sex. Most boys I'd been with couldn't care less once they'd had you but with Mike it was so different.

I smiled back at him, "Thank you," I said, "you make me feel wonderful. Come on, let's go."

So we drove back to his house, slowly and by a roundabout route. He pointed out some things on the way, walks, gardens and suchlike, that he suggested we might go to in the future. He was obviously thinking of a long term relationship, and I was happy with that. 

When we got home he made coffee as usual and we sat in the lounge talking. He asked about Maria so I gave him the prepared answer.

"Oh, I was completely wrong. You know I'm not often wrong about things like that but in this case I was. Of course she loves you, but as an 'uncle', someone who has cared for her. There's nothing sexual about it," I added looking at him.

He gave a sigh of relief, he'd swallowed the story, "I'm glad, Lena. I've been thinking about what you said and was worried about what would happen so I'm happy you were wrong," he added, smiling at me. "How did you get on with Maria?"

"Quite well really, we had a long chat and we're going to meet now and again for 'girlie' things. She's very beautiful isn't she?"

"Yes she is. I tell her she looks like a young Sophia Loren but she just laughs. I just wish she could find a bloke to settle down with."

"I expect it's difficult when you are a good looking as she is. Do blokes just want to bed you for your looks or do they care. I'm not that pretty so I don't have that trouble."

He fixed me with his eyes and said, sternly, "I think that you are fishing for compliments," then he smiled.

"No," I said, "it's true."

"No it is not!" he said vehemently. He took me by the shoulders and stared straight into my eyes, "I've told you, you are beautiful, beautiful to my eyes, and my eyes are all that matter to me." Then he kissed my eyes, my nose, and my lips. I was melting in his arms, my heart full of something. He could make me feel like a queen and I knew he meant what he said, it wasn't just for effect. He could bed me when he liked, he didn't need to flatter me to do that because I wanted him, even now I wanted him and I inwardly cursed my period for preventing me from taking him then and there.

We settled into watching a film on TV, one of his oldies called 'The Apartment'. One of his favourite films, he said, one he had grown up with. I quite enjoyed it, it was romantic as were most of his favourite films and it had a happy ending. He said he didn't much like films that ended sadly, there was enough sadness on the news and he didn't need any more. After the film we made lunch together, taking longer than usual and enjoying the preparation. After lunch we sat in the lounge finishing the wine. He was very relaxed and had drunk quite a bit more than usual (he didn't drink very much before we made love, he says that alcohol causes poor performance!). I suppose he thought that, as we weren't going to bed together he could drink more. That was good, I thought, he'll last longer when I suck him which I was going to do now!

I was sitting next to him with my head on his shoulder. I took a mouthful of wine and swilled it round my mouth, swallowed it and then whispered in his ear, "It's time for my dessert," and I used my tongue to lick his ear and then bit his earlobe. Then I put my hand between his legs and grasped his cock and balls, "I want to suck you," I whispered, "and I want to swallow your spunk."

"You don't have to do this Lena," he said, a look of concern on his face. I suppose he thought I was just doing it because I had my period and felt I had to please him.

"I want to," I said smiling at him, "besides, I haven't tasted your spunk yet have I?" and I started to undo his belt. I pulled his trousers right off, then his underpants, and knelt between his legs. He moved forward on the settee so he was near the edge. His penis was soft and looked quite forlorn laying there. I took another mouthful of wine, swallowed, and gathered his softness in my hand then, resting my head on his leg, I took it all into my mouth. This was a novelty, I had never sucked a cock from soft before so the feeling of it growing in my mouth was interesting and stimulating at the same time. I could taste him more than before, slight saltiness, slight bitterness, of maleness, and of talc. It was a heady feeling, this sucking a soft cock and I really enjoyed it but, unfortunately (fortunately?), it didn't last long! He soon became as hard as usual and I couldn't get it all in my mouth.

As he became hard so his balls tightened as well and I stroked them with my fingers as I concentrated on his cockhead with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and found the tiny pee hole and poked it with my tongue then sucked. I was rewarded with some precum which I tasted and swallowed. It was great, I was looking forward to his juice but not quite yet, I was enjoying sucking him and looking up into his eyes as I did so.

I took him from my mouth, "Good?" I asked smiling up at him.

"Oh shit, yes," he said, "I'll give you three days to stop!"

I laughed and took him back into my mouth, full now of warm saliva mixed with some more precum. I took as much of his erection as I could without swallowing it and sucked quite hard. This brought a gasp from him and a little pulse of cum into my mouth. I stopped sucking hoping that he could hold on for a bit and he kept completely still so I knew he was trying as well. Thankfully he managed to hold off his orgasm for a while and I had just a tiny bit of cum to taste. Time now to deep throat him. I moved my position to give me better access to him and looked up at him again, "I'm going to swallow you now," I said smiling, "ready for that?"

"Oh, bloody hell, yes but I'm going to cum soon."

"I don't mind, cum in my mouth or my throat, cum when you want. And don't you dare take it out of my mouth, I want all of it!" With that I took him back inside and, when I felt his cockhead at the back of my mouth, I took a deep breath and swallowed. He took a deep breath too! "Oh hell," he said, "Oh shit, that's marvellous, marvellous, don't stop, please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping but, when you are swallowing cock, you've got to breathe! So I pulled away, took another deep breath, and swallowed him back again. Getting into the rhythm that you need for cock swallowing, I began to swallow, breathe, swallow, breathe so that he was in and out of my mouth until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my nose. He was thrusting quite hard now and I must admit, it was getting a little bit uncomfortable but I was determined not to stop until he came so I took hold of his balls, rock hard now, and gently stroked them before a little squeeze. That did it. He let out a shout, "Fuck!!" and his cock started to pulse, thankfully not on the deep breath!

I moved his cock so the head was in my mouth and I sucked the spunk from him as I stroked him with one hand and gently squeezed his balls with the other. Pulse after pulse of spunk entered my mouth and I couldn't swallow it all, some dribbled down my chin and I had to take him out or I would have choked. Where it all came from I don't know but the last couple of pulses hit me on the cheek and a last little dribble rolled from his penis.

He was looking down at me with a strange look, thanks, care, oh all sorts of things I suppose. I had spunk on my face and in my mouth. I sat up almost level with him and wiped the spunk from my face with my fingers and put it in my mouth. Then I opened my mouth to show him his spunk being swirled around by my tongue. I smiled and slowly swallowed all of his male essence. This seemed to excite him again and I felt a couple of weak pulses of his now softening erection which was still in my hand. These left some more spunk on my hand so I brought this up and licked it off, swallowing it along with the rest. He reached forward, took my head in his hands and kissed me, kissed me with his spunk on my lips and in my mouth. His tongue pushed into my mouth and intertwined with mine, tasting my mouth and his spunk. He pulled away and looked at me, "God, what have I done to deserve you?" he said pulling me close and hugging me.

"I don't know," I said looking into his eyes, "but I'm glad you have got me." I really enjoyed that because, during all of this cock sucking I had an orgasm, just as he started to cum. That's a problem with deep throating, if he cums and you have an orgasm at the same time it's difficult to concentrate. It was a strange orgasm, I suppose because of my period. Very intense, very focussed. I wondered what it would be like to have sex during a period, messy I suppose, but I bet it was interesting!

I moved away and looked at him sitting there, trousers and pants off and cock getting soft. "You'd better get dressed," I said smiling at him.

"Yes, I better had." So he did and I sat next to him again, cuddling up.

"Did you have an orgasm?" he said, concerned that I had enjoyed myself.

"Yes," I said, "different, but good." I thought I would press him again about things, "Have you ever made love to a woman, you know, at this time?"

"What, during her period? Yes a few times," he said, "but only once 'properly' you know, intercourse in front. She insisted and I was very excited so I did. She went absolutely mad when her orgasm arrived, almost uncontrollable but it was very, very messy."

"Messy, why?" I asked without thinking.

"Well, think about it," he said, "she was menstruating!"

"Oh dear," I said realising what he meant, "I see!"

"Took us bloody ages to get cleaned up," he said laughing, "but it was great sex! Exciting, I suppose, because it was taboo. I never did it again though, couldn't really raise the enthusiasm."

"You said 'a few times', what about the other times?"

"Inquisitive minx," he said laughing. "Well all the other times I've had the woman anally. They all liked it a lot, said it was very intense. I know it was great for me. For some reason all the women had tremendous orgasms. I didn't think I'd ever get myself out of the bottom of one of them she squeezed so tight!"

I laughed. I was glad he could talk to me like this. It made me feel important that he could remember and share his experiences with me.

"You might have told me that before I swallowed your cock," I said, "I might like to have tried that."

"Well, next time we will, if you want to," he said smiling down at me, "You know how I feel about your bottom," he laughed, "I wouldn't mind if you never let me out!"

I hugged him and kissed him again, "Pour me some more wine and let's cuddle," I said. So he did and we did for the rest of the afternoon until he took me home. It was a lovely day of togetherness which did the world for my confidence. Now I was certain he didn't just want me for sex, but for myself.

This is the end of the first part I wrote – there is a lot more to follow. Please vote and comment – they are valued.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 02



Work drags by so slowly that I've lost count of the number of times I've glanced at the clock. When our manager asks for a volunteer to get some files from upstairs, I jump at the chance to have a change of scenery. I flick the switch in the filing room, and check my list to see which shelf I need. The room smells of old paper and the fluorescent bulb floods the shelves with a harsh light. I sit on a clear bit of table and consider my meeting that morning with a beautiful stranger. I've only ever had boyfriends before and I'm not really sure why I was so attracted to her. I know I'm starting to get turned on by the memory of her. Most files are kept downstairs, so we rarely visit this room. I'm opposite the door, so if any one came in they would see me immediately. I admit the idea excites me quite a bit. I've fantasised about being caught before. 

I recall Caroline's face with those calm green-grey eyes and full lips. Running a hand over my hard nipple, I undo a couple of buttons on my blouse and start to softly stroke the top of my full breast. I undo my bra and slide my hands inside my top to cradle them, feeling their full weight. I pinch a nipple, rolling it between my fingers and I moan softly, imagining soft breasts pressing into my back as she licks the nape of my neck. I can feel the material of my thong sticking to me. Images of brunette hair spreading out on a pillow, and breast moving over breast fill my head as I slide one finger onto the damp material. Circling my hard clit, I tease myself before gently slipping inside the small triangle of fabric covering my swollen lips. I leave it as long as I can stand before I touch the wetness, feeling my orgasm building and push my middle finger slowly inside. Imagining soft kisses and her tongue, instead of my finger, plunging inside me again and again. I'm so close to coming, my body just can't stop. I can almost feel the gentle caress of her breath on me. I cry out as I spasm around my fingers, coming so hard that I bite my lip.

The key sticks in the lock again, and I open the front door to be greeted by my affectionate cat, Cindy. She weaves round my legs as I scoop up more junk mail and bills. After a quick meal, I jump in the shower and take time smoothing on the expensive body lotion I bought the other day. I have no idea what to expect from tonight, but I sure want to smell nice. I stand and look at my reflection. Not bad. Short and slightly spiky strawberry blonde hair, grey eyes, a full C cup (nicely pert, if I say so myself) and fairly long legs. Three change of clothes later and I'm ready to go out, feeling slightly nervous.

As arranged, I wait by the post box on the corner of the high street, looking at the people milling around. 

"Jessica," she says and I turn round, my heart beginning to race. She has put her hair up and her simple green dress brings out the colour in her eyes. For the second time today, I say hello whilst trying not to look at her breasts. A translucent pendant nestles in her cleavage and the skin looks so soft and inviting. I figure she's a C cup like me, or maybe a little bigger.

We meet her friends inside and I find I have a lot in common with them too. The evening seems to be going by quickly and her friends rush off to dance to a song I don't remember. Caroline and I make our way to the chill out zone across the other side of the club. Some of the booths here are quite dark and we light a candle and carry on our conversation. As she's telling me about her last holiday, I find I'm straining to listen to a noise behind us.

"I'm sorry, but can you hear some thing too?" I ask, and she nods her head in agreement. We listen for the noise again and Caroline clutches my hand as we hear a woman moan nearby.

"Oh my god, I'd heard that some people get a bit frisky in this place, but I thought it was just a rumour!" she says.

I'd meant to have a dance or get another drink, but we're transfixed, listening to this mystery woman moaning. The noise sends shivers up my spine. You can tell she's trying to be quiet, but it's getting louder and more urgent. Caroline's grip is crushing my fingers and she apologises as she lets go. I notice she rests her hand on my knee rather than removing it completely. The moans are becoming more frequent and with a start, I feel her fingers starting to caress the bare skin in between my long boots and skirt.

"Please tell me to stop if I've got this completely wrong?" she asks.

I shake my head. 

"I've never heard a woman come before," I manage to say, struggling to get the words out as her thumb moves higher up my inside thigh.

"I want to hear you come," she replies breathlessly. 

I can feel her breath on my cheek and I know I'm already soaking wet.

I've completely forgotten to listen for the mystery woman, as Caroline leans in towards me. I think she's going to kiss me & I part my lips expectantly. However, she slowly brushes her lips against mine and I'm aware that I'm trembling. As I try to kiss her she pulls away and smiles, while her hand is still making its achingly slow progress up my thigh. 

Her friends appear at the table and I pull away guiltily.

"Come and dance!" they say, all smiles and flushed faces.

Caroline takes me by the hand and we follow them into the crowd on the dance floor. It's so full that I'm pushed from behind into her. She places her hands on my hips and all of a sudden, I feel self conscious as she watches me. I'd forgotten that kind of look, she's devouring me with her eyes, taking in every detail. She dances round me, touching and gently rubbing against me like a cat. I can see a guy to my left watching us with his mouth slightly open.

We kiss each other hard, hands pulling at clothing, desperate to get closer. I plant feathery kisses down her cleavage as she grinds against me, sliding one hand up my skirt. The club is packed now and bodies are pressed against each other every where. I notice a couple next to us touching and kissing, and watch in amazement as he then enters her from behind, moving in time to the music. I show Caroline and we touch each other, watching them fuck right beside us. I love watching the girl's breasts move with each thrust. I come so hard that I can barely breathe.

Some time later, she has me pressed up against her hallway wall and I want to kiss her all over. Then she sees the light blinking on her answer machine. She pulls away apologetically to press the button. I am disappointed when she rushes off to the hospital, but she'd mentioned her brother's recent illness earlier. She gets me to promise I'll stay and I curl up in her bed looking forward to her return.



Caroline Ch. 02.01-02.02



 Part 2: Ch. 2.01 and 2.02: Interlude

(No sex)

(Hi, this is the beginning of the largest part of Caroline. You might notice a slight change in style from now on. There are a few chapters, just intro really and rounding out the characters, then into the story.

I want to say thanks to everyone who has voted and mailed (regarding this and 'Miranda'), I really do appreciate your comments. Please, can I ask, if you think that anything is in any way negative, let me know – I don't mind establishing a dialogue. I will try and deal with it in later submissions. Although much of 'Caroline' is written I do tend to tinker with it so I don't mind dealing with negative as well as positive feedback.

Please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

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Mike and I had been together for a couple of months when things changed (for the better again!). We saw each other twice a week most weeks. We'd make love mostly on Sundays, spending nearly all day at his house. On weekdays he would take me out somewhere where we could have a great day together. He loved gardens and walking and we often went on walks about the countryside. Do you know that since we resolved the problems of that second Sunday and we'd been going to bed together his attitude towards me had hardly changed. If anything he was more caring and considerate, he seemed to treat me like a precious thing. It's such a marvellous memory.

When we make love then we had two routines. It sounds boring but it was so good that we never really changed how we did things although we had lots of variations on what we did. I loved anal sex then (did all our time together) as much as straight sex, so it was important for me that Mike could last in my bottom. If it was the first time he came he could only stay for a little while, my bottom was such a turn-on for him, so most times I tried to make him cum early, usually by sucking him but sometimes in my pussy. He was always worried that he wouldn't be able to manage the second time but he never failed! And he lasted for ages the second time, I usually got three or four orgasms. Oh god, it was great. 

We even made love when I had my period. After the first time when I sucked him, on the second occasion I said I'd like to try. He said he didn't mind if I didn't. I've never made love then, somehow I felt dirty, although I did feel really sexy then. It was funny, I sucked him really hard and he really laid into my bottom. I had the most tremendous orgasm. I screamed out loud and he thought he'd hurt me. He hadn't, of course, but his cock in my arse made me feel so strange with the things going on in front. I didn't really like to do it that much but it was certainly different. I think he realised that I didn't really enjoy it so we hardly ever did it again.

I was exceedingly happy, but Jo seemed to be slipping further into depression. I was sure she wasn't over Steve yet, he must have really hurt her. We made love often, I was very busy in that department over this period but I loved it. She seemed to cheer up on these occasions but her lovemaking was becoming increasingly more fervent and demanding. I was certain that I had to do something to get her back to normal. She went out with a couple of guys but it didn't last. I don't think she'd been bothered and guys notice that. 

I was determined to try to bring my plan into action. The fact that Jo and Mike had hardly met didn't bother me, I was certain I could engineer that. I was also certain that they would like each other and I was sure that Jo would be interested. I noticed that she was getting quite worked up when I told her about Mike and me together. I would describe exactly what we did to each other and I could see her eyes light up when I described how he caressed and touched me. You see, I know she likes sex with men so I had to get Steve out of her system and the best way to do this was to share Mike with her. I suppose I was a bit naive thinking I could manipulate them both like this but I was determined to make her happy if I could. I didn't realize however, how dangerous a game I was playing.

The chain of events that led to my opportunity to broach the subject with her came when she brought home an Anne Summers catalogue from one of her colleagues at work. She brought it home to show me the girls toys, you know, dildos, anal beads, that sort of thing. We never used toys in our lovemaking, as I said, it isn't totally sexual, so we don't think of using them. Jo thought it would be fun to look and it was. I was looking at the lingerie and I saw this fabulous stocking and garter set with a lovely basque, "Look at this, Jo." I said, "Do you like this?"

The set was a soft mauve in colour, mauve stockings and everything. The basque hugged the body and accentuated the hips. The panties were tiny and very sexy! There weren't may frills but it looked a real turn-on.

She laughed, "You wouldn't wear that would you?"

"I think I would. Will it suit me?" I said, standing up and doing a twirl.

She looked at it again and then up at me showing off and said, suddenly very quiet, "Yes, Lena, I think it would. Would you wear if for Mike?"

"Do you think he'd like it?"

She laughed, "If he didn't you should check him for signs of life."

I laughed back at her. The point was that there was another girl in the catalogue wearing a blue camisole that looked fabulous. Jo had quite dark skin (she was darker than me) like the model and I thought this blue lingerie would look marvellous on her. I had a plan!

"Jo," I said, "we're going shopping tomorrow aren't we. Why don't we go in the Anne Summers shop in town. You know you've been saying we should go in there for a laugh, we can go in and buy a toy or something and I can try this on."

"OK," she said, "that's a good idea."

We continued to look through the catalogue and discuss what we saw, particularly the blue movie DVD's at the end. I asked Jo if she'd ever seen one. She told me that she had at work a while ago but that she and Steve had watched them together. I was surprised, she'd never told me this.

"What were they like?" I asked.

"Oh, some were OK, quite sexy really. You know, couples, threes, fours, having sex. The same as we do and you do with Mike I suppose. Nothing really kinky just beautiful men and women enjoying themselves. That's how he first introduced me to anal sex. But just before he we split up he'd showed me some that were a bit more, I don't know, 'hard' I suppose."

"Hard?" I asked quizzically.

"The women didn't seem to be enjoying things like in the earlier ones, it's difficult to describe really. They had to be held down and the men forced them to swallow cum and have anal and things. I didn't like them very much at all but Steve got really hot watching them, says something about him I suppose. Perhaps it's just as well the bastard left!" she ended but I thought she was hiding something.

"Mike's got a load of them," I said quickly trying to get her mind off Steve.

"You haven't watched any then?"

"No. He said that he used to watch them a lot, specially for the anal sex. But since we've been together he hasn't used them at all."

"Used them?"

"Yes," I said, "He told me that he masturbated watching them regularly." I laughed, "He said that none of the girls compared to me, and anyway he hasn't got the strength to masturbate now, I wear him out!"

Her mood seemed to brighten, she laughed and said, "I'm not surprised. Since you've been with him you've turned into a little sexpot. Perhaps he's a bad influence on you," she said jokingly.

"Oh no," I said suddenly serious," I think he's the best influence since you."

She smiled back at me, "Thank you, I think you're right." she said, "I've never seen you happier."

"But you're so sad, and that makes me feel bad."

"Oh, don't spoil it for yourself," she said, "I'll get over it."

But I didn't think she would!

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Ch. 2.02: Shopping

(No sex)

Next day we went into town as planned and headed for the Anne Summers shop. We were both really nervous. It's funny really, here were two grown, experienced women worried about going into a sex shop. Still, it was exciting. 

We looked in the window first but they kept that fairly tame. When we got inside it was amazing, there was stuff everywhere. We didn't now where to start looking. We must have looked lost because one of the staff, a attractive woman of about 35, came over to us. 

"Can I help you girls," she said eyeing us up and down and giving us a big knowing smile.

I'd better tell you now that Jo was dressed in her usual dowdy manner and I was dressed as usual, tight jeans and a blouse tied up showing my button. It suddenly dawned on me what she was thinking. I looked at Jo and she'd realised too. 

She smiled a cold smile at the woman and said, "Thanks. We looking for the girls toys then the lingerie." 

The woman pointed us to the back of the shop and said with another smile, "You'll find everything you need down there. Call me if you need any help."

As we walked to the back I whispered to Jo, "She thinks we're gay."

Jo laughed, "Well, we are a bit aren't we? We are here to look for some toys aren't we?"

"I suppose we are," I replied, answering both her questions at once.

I'd never imagined there could be so many shapes and sizes of dildo, they even had ones shaped like vegetables! What was that about? We looked around for a while and my fancy was taken by one particular dildo shaped like a penis. Truthfully, it was shaped like Mike's but a little bit smaller so it was bound to appeal to me! It had balls dangling below that you could fill with stuff to squirt out.

"Jo," I said, "what about this?" and I showed it to her.

"It's very realistic," she said holding it like she would a cock, "and it cums as well. Hold on. Is this like what I think it is," she ended looking at me suspiciously.

"Yes," I said with a big smile, "just a bit smaller."

"Smaller?" she said.

"Yes, he's about an two inches longer and rounder."

"Christ, you weren't kidding when you said he was well endowed," she laughed.

Things were going exactly as I planned. I actually managed to get her thinking about Mike's cock and wondering about it's size.

"Shall be buy it?"

"Yes, why not, in for a penny, in for a pound."

Then we went off to find the underwear. That was all on the first floor and, as we went upstairs, I noticed the woman assistant following us. She was definitely interested! We quickly found the mauve set I liked and as I picked them up the woman came over. I asked if I could try them on. 

She smiled again, "of course," she said, "need any help?" 

"No thanks, "I said, "my friend will come in with me." 

Then to Jo's complete surprise I picked up the blue set her size and said, "Can she try these on?"

The woman's eyes took us both in, she laughed and said with a twinkle in her eye, "Sure you can sweetheart, but no hanky-panky."

"What are you doing. I don't want to try these on." Jo said as we walked to the changing room.

"Well I want you to so you will," I said to her sternly and loudly enough for the woman to hear.

Jo gave me a withering look as I smiled benignly back at her and went into the changing room. She followed, "What are you doing, Caroline. We came here for a set for you."

"I know," I said, "but I want to see you try this on. You'll look really great in it and it'll make you feel good. Come on, don't be a sourpuss," and I gave her a full pout.

She laughed, "Oh Lena, you really are terrible. That woman thinks we're going to get at it in here."

I was glad her mood had suddenly lightened. I knew she'd try them on now. I wanted her to see herself in them. I must admit that I wanted to see her as well. You see, I love her so very much. Joanna had been like a big sister for me for the last four years. She literally saved me from 'a fate worse than death'. Let me explain.

Despite the age difference, Joanna and I have been friends for more than ten years. We grew up in the same street, our houses three doors apart. She was an only child and her mum and dad were lovely. They almost treated me like one of their own. My dad had left before I was born and my mum 'put it around a bit' and I had lots of 'uncles'. That wasn't a problem when I was little but, as I started to develop, around 13, quite a few of them were more interested in me than my mum! So I spent more and more time with Joanna and less and less time at home.

Jo went to college when she was 19 and, with her parents help, got the flat we live in now. They moved away to the coast. My mum had just got married to a yob of a bloke who had two sons of 14 and 15, so just as I reached 16 I was left at home with three yobs. You can imagine what nearly happened. All three of them tried it on at some time or another and, when I overheard one evening what the two boys were planning to do to me, I decided to run away to Joanna. By that time my mum was so besotted with her husband that she would never have believed anything I said against him or his kids.

Jo was great. She knew the bloke my mum had married so she knew what might have happened. They persuaded my mother to try to get me back, I think they saw it as a good chance to have a easy lay to hand, and god knows what would have happened to me had I gone back. She got her dad to write some letters that frightened them off and they ended by saying good riddance. Then she let me move in with her and, although she was going through college, looked after me until I finished school. We'd lived together ever since.

So you see, I owe Joanna an awful lot. If it wasn't for her I would probably have been raped and abused by the three males at home and then ended up on the streets. That's why I so much want her to be happy. I hated that bastard Steve. I never liked him, too smooth and smarmy. He even tried it on with me once when Jo was late home. I didn't tell her at the time, she was besotted with him. That's why she was so devastated when he dumped her. Now you understand how I could think about sharing Mike with her. If there was a chance that he made her happy, then it was a chance I wanted to take.

"I'll try mine on first," I said and started to undress.

I was just taking my knickers off when the curtains opened and the woman assistant poked her head through. "Very nice," she said taking in my almost nakedness, "are you sure you two beauties don't want any help?"

Jo gave her another withering look, "No thanks," she said coldly, "we can manage."

"If you're going to wear those, you'll need these to go with them," she said holding out two pairs of fancy high heeled shoes, "they make your bottom look bigger, though you don't really need them darling." smiling directly at me.

I gave her a big smile and said, "I'm sure my man will appreciate your thoughtfulness, thank you very much."

She looked a bit crestfallen as she left as Jo chuckled in the background.

"You can be a cow you know," she laughed.

I pulled the stockings on. They were pure silk. Talk about sexy, they made me feel really, really warm. I put the rest on and finally slipped into the shoes ('bedroom slippers' it had on the label). As you know I'm already quite tall so these heels, about three inches, took me almost up to six feet. And did they make my arse stick out. I felt very, very sexy indeed.

"Well," I said looking a myself in the mirror and doing a very unsteady twirl.

"You look adorable," she said, "good enough to eat."

I laughed, "Remember what the lady said, no hanky-panky," waving my finger at her. She really laughed now, I had managed to banish her sadness for a little while. "Do you think that Mike will like it?" I said as I sat down and began to take it all off.

"Well, as I said before if he doesn't you'd better check for signs of life," she laughed, "the trouble with an outfit like that is you'll never get him off you."

"Should I buy it? Bloody hell, have you seen the price!"

"It's only money, go on, spoil yourself, and Mike," she said still laughing.

I got dressed, "Try yours on," I said handing it to her.

"Don't be silly, why should I wear anything like this. I don't even have a boyfriend and you wouldn't want me to wear it for you WOULD YOU?"

"Mmm," I said laughing, "I think that you would be good enough to eat in that costume. Come on, try it on. It can't hurt." I was sure that she wanted to by the way she was looking at it. Although she hadn't cared too much about how she looked lately she had always been smart and always dressed up for Steve.

"Come on, get your kit off," I joked.

"Oh, all right," she said and began to undress.

I haven't seen her naked for some time, mostly we make love in the dark. I don't know why, we're not ashamed or anything. Our lovemaking is all whisperings and soft caresses so I suppose darkness suits us. Mike and I always make love in the light, he says it's so he can 'feast his eyes on me'. He's always saying things like that. Watching her take her clothes off now reminded me how sexy she was. I said that she is darker than me, she has cropped dark hair that frames her face and her pubes are darker and bristlier than mine. She's got a much better figure than me. Although she's a bit shorter, she's more in proportion. Her boobs are bigger and her bottom is smaller, though both have a great shape. She's got very small nipples but an enormous aureole and her boobs are very firm and tight.

She caught me looking at her, "Caroline you're steaming," she laughed, "remember, no hanky panky!!"

"I haven't seen you naked for a long time," I said, "do you know I fancy you?"

She laughed as she pulled on the stockings, "I haven't noticed since Tuesday," she said. That was the last time we made love. I watched her get dressed in the outfit and slip on the bedroom slippers. Boy did she look a million dollars – more attractive than me, I bet.

"You look gorgeous, do a twirl."

"I can't in these bloody slippers," she laughed, "do I really."

"Now who's fishing for compliments, yes you look great. How does it feel?"

"It makes you feel really sexy doesn't it. Any man would like it."

YES, "Mike would like you in that."

"I should hope so," she said, looking at me, "he's a red blooded male isn't he?"

"Yes he's certainly that. He likes dark-haired girls, specially when they have short hair like you." I was pushing it a bit. This wasn't the right place to bring it all out but I had put the notion in her head.

"I'm going to buy it for you then I can take it off you tonight when we use this," I said with a big smile on my face, a twinkle in my eye and the dildo in my hand.

"Lena, you're incorrigible. Be quiet someone might hear."

She got dressed and we headed for the checkout. My credit card took a big knock but I knew it would be worth it in the end for many reasons.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 02.03



Caroline's Story: Jo explains Steve 

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!) 

Jo talks about her time with Steve and describes how he treated her (badly).

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A nice dinner that evening was finished by us sitting talking and finishing the wine. We had that nice 'togetherness' feeling but Jo had been a bit quiet since we got home and I was a little bit worried I'd gone too far. I was still determined, however, to put my plan into action.

I was turning things over in my mind, trying to work out how to get them together when Jo spoke.

"Lena?" she said quietly. I looked up. "How come you don't stay at Mike's more often?"

I'd only spent a couple of nights at his house. Once early on when we needed to sort some things out about our sex life and later just before my birthday.

"I don't know really, he doesn't ask me. I think he might be a bit worried about pushing too hard. You know he's been on his own for a long time and I don't mind. Any way I don't want to leave you here all alone. Particularly not now," I said looking directly at her.

"Oh don't be silly, I'm all right. I've got that bastard out of my system," she said vehemently. But I knew she hadn't. Sometimes I could hear her crying in her room and it broke my heart. I couldn't leave her alone too much.

"Jo, you haven't. I've heard you. Why don't you tell me what happened. Come on get it out in the open. I want to help you."

She looked at me with her big brown eyes, full of sadness. "Oh Lena, he hurt me so much. I keep thinking about what he did but I still want him. I miss him but I hate him, doesn't that sound ridiculous?"

"Not really," I said, "I'm have feelings that are confused – especially about Mike. I think it might be part of how we think. I don't know. Why don't you tell me everything. I'll open another bottle of wine. Come on, you'll feel better."

I was certain that she had never told anyone about her finishing with Steve. I'd seen a change in her towards the end that really worried me and, although she had been really hurt, I thought it was a good thing they finished.

I came back into the room with the wine and sat down. She looked at me, took a deep breath, and began to speak.

"You know I met him at work don't you? He was a locum doctor down from Manchester. He used to stay down all week then go back at weekends. He took a few girls out, but these didn't last long. You know he was very attractive, not very tall, but dark and handsome. The stereotypic Romeo I suppose and we all fancied him."

"He was very good looking," I said, "but a bit too much so for me."

"You never liked him did you?"

"No, I'm sorry Jo. I thought he was a bit, sort of, creepy."

"Well, you were certainly right! He got round to asking me out and I suppose I was flattered. He was great flatterer, made you feel good, I suppose like Mike?"

"Yes, he pays me lots of compliments and it does make me feel good when he does that."

"Well, anyway. You know we went out for about four months. We had sex on the fourth date. We came back here while you were at work. It was great. Like I told you when we were talking before, he seemed to care about me and my feelings. Things went quite well and I think I was falling in love with him despite the age difference. I suppose I was silly really. Here was this man in his late thirties, about whom I knew nothing, and I was falling for him. I didn't want to look for anything that would spoil it."

"I know," I said, "when you get something like that you want to grab hold and never let go. That's how I feel with Mike."

"Oh but he sounds so much different. With Steve things started to go a bit funny. It was sex at first. He started to be more demanding wanting to experiment with positions even if I didn't like them. He started to call me names while we were making love, like 'slut' and 'tart', and he wanted me to act like one as well. He began to hurt me, you know, he'd really pinch my nipples or slap my bottom really hard so it hurt. He'd make me 'gag' when I sucked him, pinching my nose, you know." 

She looked hard at me, "No I don't suppose you do, do you?" 

"It happened once but no, not really," I said, "Now Mike is always tender, caring and considerate when we make love. The only time he ever hurt me intentionally was our second Sunday together, you remember, but I wanted him to then and egged him on, but we sorted that out. The different things we do now, we do together. He never does anything TO me." 

"You're very lucky with him, he sounds such a nice man."

"I know. Go on finish telling me about Steve."

"Well, about this time he introduced me to the 'adult' movies. Like I said before, just people having sex. Quite nice really, and stimulating. We first did anal sex about then. It was all right and the first couple of times I got to enjoy it, but his lovemaking was getting quite nasty by now. I still wanted to please him so I went along with it. Then I found out he was married. A letter dropped out of his briefcase when he was here. It was addressed to Mr and Mrs Steven ......... . I went ape, I shouted and screamed at him. I felt completely betrayed, beaten although I suppose I should have known better. I hope you never feel that way, Lena, it's horrible. It feels like a knife in the heart."

She looked terrible, tears in her eyes, face downcast. She looked beaten just then. I started to think that this might not be a good idea but it was too late to go back now.

"You went back to him though, why?"

"I don't know Lena. He told me all about his wife, how she cheated on him with his best friend. How they only stayed together for the kids. Oh I know now it was a load of rubbish, but, Oh Lena, I loved him despite everything. I loved him." She started to cry, desperate sobs racking her body. I rushed over to her and hugged her tight. I remembered then how she'd done the same to me when I left home. I hugged and hugged her and stroked her hair.

"Ssshhh," I said, "it's all right now."

"Oh Lena, Lena. What would I do without you," she sobbed. That nearly made me cry too but I had to be strong for her. We had to finish this together. I was certain now that this was the right thing to do. I hoped her tears would wash away some of the hurt. I decided to push a little bit further on. I didn't have much idea of what had happened, she'd never told me exactly.

"Why did it end, Jo," I said.

She controlled herself a bit as she thought about my question. Then she looked at me, calm now, and said, "It was several things really. After I continued to go out with him he began to treat me strangely. He was hard, nasty sometimes when we made love. He seemed to think that as I knew he was married he had a licence to treat me differently. I was beginning to get a bit frightened by his violence when we made love – if you could call it that."

"I thought something was wrong, you changed. I don't know, its difficult to describe. You became more quiet, withdrawn, insular. You didn't want me anymore. I was really worried." I decided to tell her about him trying it on with me at this time. I wanted to 'put the boot' into this guy and get him out of her mind. 

I looked directly into her eyes, still full of tears, as I said, "I didn't tell you at the time but he made a sort of pass at me around then. That day he came to pick you up and you were late home, remember. I made him a coffee, you know, just being friendly and he kept looking at me in that leering way of his. He knew we were lovers didn't he?" She nodded. "I thought so. We were just chatting about nothing then out of the blue he suddenly looked at me strangely and said that he'd always fantasised about what lesbians do together and perhaps I'd like to show him. Well, you know I didn't like him and I'm afraid I was very rude. I told him that he ought to find some then and leave you alone. He laughed and said you'd told him I had a temper and that he liked girls that fought back. Then he said you liked him too much to leave him. I could have killed him he was so smug. I think that he was jealous of what we had."

"That's funny," she said, "after that he did try to drive a wedge between us. That was another reason I was beginning to see some sense."

"What happened then?"

"Well, you remember I told you about the films getting more and more 'hard'. We were in his flat in the hospital and he put this film on. Oh Lena, it was horrible. There were men and women and this girl was brought in. The men had her in all possible ways and some of the women too. Sometimes two, three, four at a time. I don't think she was enjoying it but they made her. I don't know how many men had her. At the end she was covered in, you know, and they just left her there on the bed, laughing at her as they left. It was horrible, the way they treated her. When it finished Steve was like an animal, he really got off on this film. By the time he had done I was bruised and sore as well. After he'd finished he asked me whether I liked the film, how would I like to be treated like that. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, surely no man could get pleasure out of treating a woman like that. I told him it was horrible and I hated it and, no, I didn't want to be and I didn't want to see anything like that again. He laughed and told me not to be silly, he knew I'd enjoyed it really. I was really scared at what was going on."

"I remember that, you were very strange the day after and you wouldn't let me see you without clothes on for a week. You had bruises didn't you?"

"Yes, he punched me, pulled me, pinched me, it was horrible. He virtually raped my bottom and I was sore as hell front and back. I didn't think I was naive but after that session I knew I didn't know the half of it. In a way though it was good, it made me examine how I felt about him. Was I really in love with a man who could do this. Did I want to be? It made me avoid going with him for a while and he was getting quite impatient in his frustration. I finally gave in to his charms and was going to spend the night in a hotel with him, he promised a lovely evening, dinner and all that, so I fell for it. Lena, I was lucky, I didn't go."

"Why, what happened?"

"Well, it was two days before. I was on lates getting ready to go to work. The doorbell rang and I opened the front door. There was a woman standing there, 'so you're the new little thing he's playing with' she said. I was gob smacked! 'Well,' she said, 'are you going to ask me in, can't have a wife and mistress arguing on the doorstep'. I managed to close my mouth and get my thoughts back. I realised this must be Steve's wife. I opened the door and showed her in. She was quite nice really. I was a bit worried that she was going to be nasty. She sat down very calmly and asked for a coffee. When I'd done the coffee she started to tell me about Steve. I wasn't the first! I was shocked. He'd done this five times before. It was always the same, she said. He was Mr Charming at the start then things got more and more violent. She told me one girl had been badly abused by him and his pals but she'd 'paid her off'. She looked hard at me and asked whether I'd been to the hotel with him yet. I told her we'd arranged it for two days time. 'I thought so' she said, 'when you got there you'd have found him and half a dozen of his friends. They'd have given you a very hard time indeed. You'd have been raped by all of them, beaten, and hurt. That's what happened to her.' I was so shocked.

"We chatted for a while, quite civilised really and I knew I wasn't going to see him again, well not like that anyway. She told me that she tried to cover his tracks, get to the girls before anything serious happened. That's how she found me. She said that she could tell when he had reached to danger point by the way he acted so she knew it was near to the time when things got nasty. She'd got my address by luck on a card she found in his wallet, that's how she ended up here. I couldn't believe she stayed with him! She said it was simple, despite everything she loved him. He wasn't violent or anything with her and was a loving, caring father. He just had this Jekyll and Hyde split.

"I thanked her and apologised and everything before she left. I felt terrible, Lena, drained, you know, completely empty. I'd been used by him solely as a toy to be abused and thrown away. God knows what would have happened later!"

"I knew something was wrong that day, you didn't go to work did you. I remember, you were in when I got home from work, you'd been drinking." That was very unusual. We both like wine but seldom drink alone. "Did you see him again, you know, at work."

"Yes, he tried to explain himself, he obviously knew she'd been to see me, but I blanked him. He finally managed to corner me in one of the rooms and I told him I never wanted to see him again. He was really nasty, called me a slut, tart, whore, and all that. Said I didn't know what I was missing, and then that he was going to dump me as I wasn't any good in bed anyway. Oh Lena he was so vicious. Every word he said was like a knife and hurt terribly. He left me crying in that room and I had to hide away for half an hour before I could carry on."

"Jo, why didn't you tell me. I knew something was wrong but I didn't want to pry."

"You were so happy, everything was going so well with Mike I didn't want to cloud your horizon with my problems."

"I'm glad you've told me now. Do you feel better?"

"A bit, yes, Lena, a bit." I sensed something still worrying her.

"There's something else isn't there, come on spit it out."

"Oh, Lena, I don't know whether I can. It's so horrible, so frightening."

"What, what did he do to you?"

"It's not what he did to me, it's what I've turned into," she said looking at me as if she wanted to die. I had noticed a subtle change in her lately so I wanted to probe this some more. We'd gone nearly all the way now; I was sure. This had to be seen to the finish.

I went over again and hugged her, "Come on," I said, "tell me."

"I keep having these dreams, Lena. Horrible dreams, not nightmares, they don't scare me in that way. Oh, it's difficult to explain. I keep seeing that film, you know the one I told you about, with the girl and that. But, oh Lena, sometimes I'm the girl and I'm enjoying it! and even worse, oh I'm sorry ..." She started to sob again so I hugged her some more. I had an idea where this was going so I continued to push her.

"Yes, what was even worse?"

She pulled away and looked directly at me, "Sometimes, sometimes, it's you and I'm one of the women. Oh Lena, Lena, I'm hurting you and I like it."

Great racking sobs coursed through her body. I nearly cried too. She must have hated herself terribly. Joanna is a kind and thoughtful person, I knew that of all people. This bastard had really screwed her up, he'd let the genie out of the bottle.

I knew then that tonight was right, this had to be done. Jo had to face her demons. One of my major interests at college had been psychology so, while I didn't know that much, I knew that some things like this were better out than in, shared with someone you can trust. Also, as it happened Mike and I had been to this horrible place inside us all that second Sunday.

There were also a couple of times afterwards when he had looked at me in a totally different way to normal. I told Jo that he 'worshipped me with his eyes'. That's not really a very good phrase but it's as close as I can get. Once I caught him looking at my bottom in the mirror while I was sucking him. I could see his eyes change to a steely flint, almost with a flash of fire. It only lasted for a moment and I thought nothing more of it. Then one day when I was being particularly flirtatious, really egging him on, you know, very sexy he looked at me the same way and reached for me. This time there was fire in his eyes, but it vanished quickly. He must have seen my face change because he asked me what was wrong. I told him about his eyes.

First thing he did was say sorry and kissed me so tenderly. Then he told me about his 'flashes of desire', he called them. Really base urges to do horrible things with and to me, and for me to do them to him. He said that everybody has a little part buried inside them that is horrible, the Mr Hyde he called it. Most people only ever visited it in dreams, some never at all. Most of those who did in reality had to find some way to control it. Those who didn't usually ended up in serious trouble. He reckoned that the best way to deal with it was to accept it as part of what you are and face it. That's what he did. He'd let the feeling erupt like a volcano and then he'd dismiss it. He did say that sometimes it was very difficult, particularly when I as being extremely provocative. Not that he didn't want me to be, he said, he enjoyed our games too much.

So I thought I had a basis to work on. I explained all this to Jo and she seemed to calm down. She stopped crying and looked a bit like her normal self. We'd had a long evening really, I was drained so I knew she must be feeling tired. I suggested we go to bed together, not to make love but just for me to hold her.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 02.04





Caroline's Story: Sharing and playing!

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Note: My first (and only) attempt at girl-girl sex primarily for plot development and very specific!

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The next morning I didn't wake her. She had a good sleep and didn't dream or cry so I phoned her work and got her a 'sickie'. Then I made her breakfast. I needed today to broach the subject of sharing Mike.

She seemed much better when she woke, brighter and a bit happier. She got dressed and then we sat in the garden in the morning sun. She teased me because she said I had promised to take the undies off her and use the dildo. I said I'd do that later. We laughed about it and I went and got the dildo.

"Is he really bigger than this," she asked, "or are you just kidding."

"No, really," I said, "he's very big, although he does say he's only just above average."

"Well, all I can say is Steve was half the size of this, perhaps that was his problem," she laughed. That was great, she spoke about him and laughed. Perhaps things were getting better already. "Doesn't it hurt, you know, back there?"

"No, not when you get used to it. It feels just right," I said, then I added, "have you gone off men, Jo?"

"No, not really. I think I'm a little frightened now after everything that happened. Scared to take a risk, you know."

"Yes," I said. I decided this was the time. "Jo," I said seriously to get her attention, "I've decided something."

She fixed me with her lovely brown eyes, "What has that amazing mind of yours come up with now?" she laughed.

"I've decided to share Mike with you."

She looked at me in astonishment, eyes wide and unbelieving. "Did you say what I thought you said?"

"I've decided to share Mike with you," I repeated. "You need to have a man who you can trust and who will treat you properly. Mike will do that, I know he will."

"Lena, you can't just 'share' a man. What if I don't like him or he doesn't like me? And what about his feelings for you AND your feelings for him."

"I've thought it all through," I went on doggedly. "It's impossible that you won't like him, and you're too lovely for him not to like you and he thinks that you are beautiful, he told me. I know that he likes me a lot, he tells me all the time, and that he wants me. I like to think that it might be more than that but I'm happy as things are. I think I feel the same about him."

"Oh, Lena, this is silly. There you are, you don't really know how you feel about him do you?"

"No, I suppose I don't really. But that doesn't matter," I went on, determined not to be side-tracked. She hadn't actually said that she didn't want to share him, she'd only put up obstacles. "Look, Jo, you've had a terrible time, you feel bad about yourself, bad about men and everything. You need a nice, kind person to love, you know, be fond of and everything," I finished rather lamely.

"I know what all that business with the combination set was then. You had this in mind then, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, I thought about this a while ago. Jo, I love you, you know that, I owe you everything. Where would I be now if you hadn't taken me in, a druggie, on the streets, or worse? I want to do this and I am sure that Mike will, when I've persuaded him," I added laughing. "You know how beautiful you are, there isn't a man alive who would refuse you."

She was very serious, "Lena, you know you would be taking an enormous risk. You've told me a lot about him, and I'm not sure he'd go for this. He sounds a bit 'old fashioned' where women are concerned. You could lose him."

I'd thought about this. I would be devastated if I never saw him again but I KNEW that this was right for all three of us. I was close to the conclusion that I felt the same way about Mike as I did about Jo. And I knew that that meant I loved him as well, or something close anyway. And I suppose I wanted the two people who I loved to love each other as well. Silly I know but I was determined. I had to take this risk for Jo's sake.

Suddenly serious, I said, "I know. It's a risk but Jo, I so much want you and him to get together. I know he'd be good for you and," laughing now, "in that gear we bought, you'd certainly be good for him."

She looked thoughtful and I could almost see the thoughts going through her head. I knew she was interested. I tell her everything that we do together and, as I said, sometimes she gets quite excited so on that front I thought she would agree. She would be more worried about the effect on me, and on Mike's feelings for me.

"Jo, come on, say yes. I know you're worried but I want to take the risk. Please," and I fixed her with my eyes and gave my best 'baby girl' pout.

The tensions eased from her and she burst out laughing, "Oh Lena, I love you. OK, I'll see, but we have to be very, very careful."

"I know," I said. "First you've got to meet him properly, you know you've only just said hello, had a quick coffee with him, or told him off. We need to give him a long exposure to your charms," I said smiling at her. "So my idea is that on your birthday next Wednesday I'll cook dinner for you and this Sunday I'll ask Mike to come as well. That's perfectly innocent and he won't refuse. We've both got some leave coming so we'll take the rest of the week off and if all goes well, we can go out together on Thursday, Friday or Saturday. That should get you introduced properly."

"You've had this all worked out haven't you?" she said.

"Yes," I said feeling rather clever, "shall we go out shopping and get something to wear on your birthday. I don't think you can meet him in suspenders." We both laughed, got ready and left for town.

We had dinner that evening and I was sure that Jo was better. She enjoyed herself shopping and was smiling and laughing as we bought our outfits for the next Wednesday. I persuaded her to buy the most marvellous dress. It was almost the same colour as my combi set, a soft mauve. I don't know what the material was but it clung to her body, showing every contour. One shoulder was cut away quite low at the breast and it was very long, almost to the ground. She had to buy a new bra because you could see the outline of her normal one through the dress. The new one was VERY sexy, it was like those on the combi sets just sitting under the boobs and lifting them up and forward. She couldn't wear ordinary knickers either so she had to buy a thong as well. She looked so sexy in this gear that I had difficulty keeping my hands off her. I knew what was going to happen this evening and, I think, so did she.

We decided that she would wear my mauve bedroom slippers with the dress and I would wear hers with mine. This was much quieter. I wanted Jo to be the centre of attention, for Mike to notice her.

I sat there looking at her and my desire for her grew steadily, "Jo," I said, "Let's go to bed."

"Its only eight," she said, "I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"Neither do I," I said fixing her with my big blue eyes, "I want to see you in that stuff we brought yesterday. I promised to take it off you, didn't I," I laughed.

"Yes, come on," she said suddenly eager, "you shower first, OK."

I showered and went into my bedroom naked to wait for Jo. I didn't know how she would be now we had discussed everything but I wanted her to enjoy herself as much as possible for the next few hours.

She came into my bedroom dressed in the combi. She looked fantastic. The top caressed her boobs, making them look even bigger while the shape of the top made her waist look smaller accentuating her beautifully curvy shape. God did I fancy her! I got up, walked up to her, hugged her and planted a soft kiss on her lips, "Mealtime," I said laughing, "you are good enough to eat." She melted into my arms and we lay down on the bed.

I loved the outfit. I could feel the silk of the stockings rubbing when we touched, soft and sensuous. And the harsher brushing of the top and suspenders on my boobs and legs felt wonderful. We spent ages touching, licking and kissing. We brought each other to several orgasms using our tongues and fingers. It was heavenly. Jo was gentle and tender; there didn't seem to be any devils in her head.

We lay together afterwards and Jo turned to me, "You haven't kept all of your promise," she said.

"Oh, I didn't undress you," I said leering at her, "but I did eat you!"

She laughed, "No I didn't mean that. You forgot the dildo."

So I had. I got up and fetched it from the wardrobe. I turned to face her and, suggestively licking and sucking it, I said, "Oh, you mean this?"

She laughed again, "Yes, you promised to use that on me. You've got a bigger one to hand so I think it's only fair you use this one on me."

"You asked for it," I said laughing with her, "I'll use it on you like Mike uses his on me!"

"Yes please, bring it here, let's have a good look at it. Are you sure Mike is bigger than this. He must be enormous."

"Oh yes he is quite a bit bigger. Why, are you interested now we're going to share him?" I said handing the dildo to her.

"Oh you're terrible," she laughed, "I suppose I am really. This is very lifelike, look, I think there is some liquid in the balls." She squeezed them gently and a little dribble of white creamy liquid leaked out. "Look, cum as well. I suppose you just give them a squeeze at the appropriate time and out it squirts. Just like real life I suppose," she joked.

I took the mock penis from her and started to stroke it over her body, particularly her tits, then I offered it to her mouth. "I think you ought to give it a little suck," I said laughing, "as the bishop said to the actress." 

She formed her mouth into a little 'O' shape and I gently pushed it in. Out popped her tongue and she began to work on the fake penis, licking and sucking it. She seemed to be getting quite excited just doing this, I certainly know I was. I just wished it was my penis she was sucking but then I didn't have one! I took it from her mouth and had a little suck myself at the same time I started to play with her pussy with my other hand. She was still quite wet from our earlier playing so I didn't have much trouble inserting two fingers into her eager wetness.

I continued to frig her while I again traced the fake cock across her tits and down her body. She was laying there, eyes closed, clearly enjoying my working on her. The only problem was I needed another hand to play with myself, I was so hot. I was kneeling beside her on the bed so I took her hand and put it on my pussy. She got the message and soon started to frig me as well.

"Do you want it yet," I asked seductively showing her the dildo, "are you ready for this?"

She looked up at me and playing the game said, "Oh yes, please put it in."

"Tell me what you want, what do you want me to do?"

"I want it inside me, please put it in now, all the way in, please." She certainly knew how to play this game. It was something we often did with our bodies but never before had we used something like this dildo.

I placed the penis at the entrance to her vagina and gently inserted it. I remembered the way Mike did it to me, particularly the first time he puts it in. I pushed halfway into her and slowly withdrew it then pushed in again, each time going in a little further until all six and a half inches were in side her. I let her savour the feeling of her full vagina and the balls dangling below rubbing against her bottom cheeks before I began to move the dildo in earnest. All the way out and all the way in, faster and faster, as I saw her orgasm approaching. Luckily I had a hand free now so I could play with myself, Jo was in no fit state, so I was trying to time our orgasms together. She was moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," and I knew that when she reached "Yes" she would be cumming.

I continued to work her with the fake cock and use two fingers on myself for my pleasure. It wasn't long before the "Oh, oh, oh," became "Yes, yes, yes," and I knew her orgasm had arrived. Keeping the penis going in her and my fingers in myself I leant down and kissed her as she came. She reached up and grabbed hold of me, leaving me in a very awkward position, I could hardly move now, as my own orgasm arrived, caused mainly by my hand being thrust into my pussy when Jo grabbed me! This caused me to let go of the dildo inside her and fall to the bed beside her. We kissed hard as we lost ourselves in our orgasms. 

We lay there for a bit afterwards and I took the dildo from her pussy. My mind was working overtime as I looked at it and I was getting VERY hot thinking about what I was going to do next.

"Jo," I said, with the cock in my hand, "I haven't finished yet."

She looked at me in surprise, "I thought you came too."

"I did. I meant that I haven't finished with you yet." She looked at me quizzically, "I said that I would use this on you like Mike uses his on me didn't I?"

She nodded, eyebrows raised, "Well you know what he always does last when we make love," I said, smiling seductively at her. Her eyes widened in shock, "He takes my bottom, doesn't he?"

"But, but, but," she stuttered.

"That means that now I'm going to make love to your bottom with this!."

"I can't," she cried, "It's far too big, it'll never go in. I've never had anything that big in there. You know, I told you." I remembered, she's said that Steve, the only man ever to have taken her there, was quite small, smaller than this dildo.

"It's not too big, and it will go in," I said smiling down at her, "you know I would never hurt you, you've got to try. You might like it."

She was calmer now as she looked from me to the dildo I was holding. She seemed to be sizing it up, deciding whether to take the risk. "OK," she said, "but gently."

"Of course," I said, "now turn over."

She turned over almost reluctantly and was now laying face down with her bottom turned towards me. I looked down at her body. She was truly beautiful, much more so than me I was sure. She had lovely sloping shoulders and her back narrowed into her quite trim waist. Then her buttocks swept outwards and with a perfect curve inwards met her thighs. Her bottom was perfect, tight, round, and firm, and looked absolutely delectable framed by the suspenders and her silk stockings (I'd taken the knickers off ages ago).

I began to run my hand down her body along her spine feeling her soft skin covered by a delicate down. Over the bodice and then to the suspenders. Over that and then onto her bottom. I followed my hand with my mouth, kissing and licking as I went. It was divine, here was I seeing something similar to what Mike saw when he looked at me. I couldn't wonder that he liked my bottom so much even if it was only half as beautiful as Jo's. When I had started Jo was quite tense but my stroking and kissing had released some of her tension and fear at what I was going to do. I wanted to lick her bottomhole so I opened her legs and moved down between them like Mike does to me. Jo's bottom is different from mine in that you can see her anus without pulling the cheeks apart, I said her bottom was tight! 

I started to lick her bottom crack from top to bottom, pushing my tongue into her anus each time I reached it. She was obviously enjoying this and she loosened somewhat. Then she reached down to finger her pussy. Remembering how Mike had licked me there for the first time, I moved my mouth away from her arse, "No," I said, "no, just play with your boobs. Focus on your bottom." She moved her hand underneath the bra and started to pinch her nipples and stroke her tits. I went back to her anus. It was quite wet by now, with her juice from previous cums and from my licking, so I pushed a finger up to the knuckle gently past her anus and into her rectum. Boy she was tight. She let out a gasp and gripped me like a vice. I knew then that she was going to take some loosening up.

I kept very still to let her get used to the feeling of a finger. I remembered she'd said that the last time she had sex with Steve she had been bruised 'front and back'. I figured he must have hurt her quite badly that last time so she must be frightened of how it would feel.

"Does it hurt," I asked her tenderly.

"No, just tingles a bit," she said, "you surprised me."

"Jo, I'm sorry, I'll tell you what I'm going to do next time. Try to relax, you're very tense. I won't hurt you, promise!"

"Mmm," she muttered, "carry on then."

I felt the grip of her anus relax a little and I tentatively began to move my finger backwards and forwards to loosen her up for the bigger thing to follow. I remember what Mike did and I leant forward and licked her bottomhole as my finger went in and out. She loosened up quite a bit and she started to move slightly onto my finger as I pushed it back in. It was time to move on. I got up and knelt between her legs.

"Stick your bottom up in the air," I said, "kneel and I'll get you in the right position." She again looked back with some apprehension but she did kneel and I slightly parted her legs to give better access to her tight little rear tunnel. When she was in this position I understood what Mike meant by his 'flashes of desire'. When I looked down and saw her I wanted to 'rape' her bottom with the dildo, use her till she was raw, do terrible things to her. Suddenly frightened of myself I remembered what Mike had said. I didn't suppress these desires, I let them wash over me and they disappeared, replaced by my tender, loving feelings for Joanna.

Again I began to use my tongue and finger to make love to her bottom, gently at first then faster and longer. She was really open now and I was ready to take the last hurdle.

"Put your head on the pillow," I said, "and push you bum out." I picked up the dildo and said to her with a big smile on my face so she'd know I was playing, "I'm going to fuck your arse with this cock. I'm going to stick it right inside you and fill your bowels with spunk."

She looked shocked but then realised I was playing. She smiled languidly, "Please don't put it there, it's too big. It won't go in, it'll hurt. Please."

"You know you want it don't you. Deep inside, filling you up with cock and spunk," I said with a big smile. I reached down and took her hand, "play with yourself while I get the lube," I said as I placed her finger on her own bottomhole, "go on stick it in a little bit." And she did! Gently fingering her anus she pushed her bottom back onto her finger. Her face was a picture of lust and desire.

I stood up and got the KY, squeezing some onto the dildo, I began to coat it with the jelly. I moved back to Jo who seemed totally happy masturbating her bottomhole, and knelt beside her. I took her hand away from her bottom and put some KY on her now loosened anus. Then I massaged the jelly around her puckered ring before putting another drop inside her and working it round with my finger. She seemed to be OK with all of this but when I placed the head of the dildo at her anus, she tensed up and squeezed tight shut. I could see that all the muscles in her lower back and bottom were tense. To try and calm her down I started to stroke her back and bottom while I gently "Ssshhhed" her. "It's all right Jo. I won't hurt you, it won't hurt. I promise. Just relax and enjoy. You know I love you don't you?"

She relaxed and, looking up at me from her awkward position, said, "Oh Caroline, I want this but, you know why, I'm frightened."

I bent down and kissed her and I whispered in her ear, "I love you Jo." The kissed her again, "We'll stop if you want to." 

She was quiet for a while. "No! I want to," she said, "for you," and she added looking at me with her big brown eyes, and smiling a radiant smile "and for him."




Caroline Ch. 02.04



I kissed her again and the tension drained from her body. I could see that her anus had relaxed and she was ready to take the dildo inside her so I pushed gently forward and the head went sliding in.

"Jesus bloody christ," she gasped as she gripped the base of the cock head in a vicelike grip just where it narrows, "it feels bloody enormous."

"Does it hurt," I asked keeping the false penis very still, "tell me if it hurts. 

"It stings a bit, but not too bad. It feels kind of funny you know like being on the toilet but not so. I never really got the chance to feel it properly with that bastard Steve, now it feels so big. I don't know how you cope with a bigger one."

"It's gorgeous once you get used to it," I said, "just stay relaxed and get used to the feeling. Is anything happening." I know that after a while like this I get a warm feeling in my rear and a small tingle in my clit as if the two were connected. Then, as more of his cock is pushed in, the warm feeling spreads right across my inside until, when he has all of it inside me, the warmth fills my body. So I was hoping that Jo was feeling the start of this.

As I held the dildo still she started to move her bottom slightly, as if testing the feeling it inside. "Are you OK?," I asked.

"Mmmmmm, it's starting to feel different, try some more, but slowly." So I gently pushed another two inches into her. I could see the ring of her anus clenching tightly around the rubbery dildo as she let out another gasp, "Fuck me," she said, "Oooooohh," and she wiggled her bottom slightly.

"Getting better," I said with a smile.

She smiled back, "Try some more, gently." So I gave her the rest. The result was another long, drawn out "Ohhhhhhh" followed by "Bugger me."

I laughed down at her, "I am," I said and she laughed.

I knew then that she was enjoying it but I left the dildo fully inserted into her so she could get used to the feel of it. I noticed that the balls were touching her pussy and I thought that must be interesting too.

After a while she started to move her bottom on the dildo so I began to move it slowly in and out of her. Small movements at first but then longer and longer until it was almost all out, and then thrust back in. Jo was moaning a little litany of, "oh dear, oh dear, bloody hell," over and over and she was pushing her bum back onto the dildo as I pushed it in. I was getting quite excited myself so I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy and wished Mike was here to take care of my bottom while I took care of Jo's. I could tell an orgasm was approaching so I stopped playing with myself and concentrated on getting the fake spunk into her just as she came. 

As she looked back at me I gazed directly into her eyes, I could see the moment arrive and I began to squeeze the balls on the fake dick, trying to make it feel natural. 

Her eyes opened wide, "Oh, Lena," she said, "I can feel it inside, Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh. More please."

"You've got it all inside you now, do you want a bigger one?," I asked archly, "I know where I can find one!"

Her orgasm having now faded she smiled back and said, "Yes, I think I might do but I don't know if I'll be able."

I looked down at her bottom. It was interesting, unlike Mike, or any man I suppose, the fake cock was still hard and sticking out of her tight little back door. I'd only experienced Mike getting soft in there so I wondered what it felt like. I reached back and slowly pulled the it from her bottomhole which prompted another "Ooohhh" from Jo and a soft smile, "That's nice."

I could see her anus tighten as if it didn't want to let the liquid that was trickling out escape. I had to do what Mike often did to me. I leant down and licked her and tasted her and the creamy spunk stuff mixed together. It was lovely.

"Oh Lena," said Jo, "I didn't realise it was like that. Is it always that good?"

"I don't know how good it was for you but for me it goes between bloody good and fantastic depending on how long Mike lasts. That's one of the advantages of a fake penis," I added, laughing, "it stays hard after it cums."

Jo laughed and looked up at me, "Shall I do it to you now? I don't suppose it's big enough is it?," she added taking the dildo from my hand.

I laughed back but, much as I would have liked it up my bum, I saw that Jo was tired out, "It is big enough, but we're both tired now. Lets go to bed."

"I need to get rid of something," laughed Jo, "come on, lets have a shower together before we go to sleep."

The next few days saw Jo's mood get a bit better. I thought she was still upset but she seemed happier, more like her old self. I couldn't wait for Sunday to arrange for Mike to come to dinner, and, of course, for him to make love to me.

OK, as I said, my first (and only) try at two girls together. Please vote either way and do comment either here or by mail. All your comments are valued. By the way, babygirl thanks for the feedback, if you're still reading I can't reach you on your mail address.

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Caroline Ch. 03.01



Part 2, Ch. 3.01: Caroline's Story: Sunday Morning

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

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Sunday morning came round and I was excited by the thought of seeing Mike again. We'd missed last Sunday, he was away at the christening of one of his grandchildren in Norfolk, and we'd also missed last Tuesday because I'd changed to stay with Jo, so I hadn't seen him for nearly a fortnight. I wondered if he missed me. Jo was on earlies so I busied myself showering, getting ready and making up my little bag, which now contained my new lingerie set. I couldn't wait to wear it in front of Mike but I knew that I had better wait until the afternoon. I had the feeling that he would be quite excited by it.

Half past ten arrived and, bang on the dot, Mike knocked on the front door. I opened the door and we looked at each other, "Hi gorgeous," he said with a big smile, "how's the prettiest girl in town?"

Oh, I know it sounds corny but it gives me little goose pimples and makes me feel all warm when he says things like that. He is always complementing me so it doesn't sound false or cheap. 

"Thank you kind sir," I said mirroring his mood, "I don't know about her but I'm OK." 

He laughed and hugged me tight, "Oh Lena, I've missed you," and he planted a big kiss on my lips which I returned with interest.

"I've missed you too," I said, "I'm glad you're back," and I kissed him again. "I'll just get my things and we'll go."

As usual, I could feel his eyes on my rear as I turned away. I loved the feeling of being desired that I saw in his eyes. I suppose that's what I mean about 'worshipping me with his eyes'. It makes me feel 'real'. Oh, I know some women would say that he just treats me like a sex object but he doesn't. He treats me like a person he has sex with, and lets be fair, I certainly use him when we make love. You see, he doesn't 'make love to me', we make love together, to each other. Most of the time he's more concerned about me than himself; I always have more orgasms than him, tons more.

On the way back to his house I chatted away to him as usual. He's not very talkative in the car, concentrates on driving I think, but I like to talk to him. He nods and smiles at what I say, none of which is very important. He says that it soothes him, he likes the sound of my voice. I suppose that he is on his own quite a bit so he enjoys the sound of company. I was also aware of a little problem that was developing. I was wearing a new thong and, what with him there beside me, the motion of the car, and the thong rubbing my pussy, I was as hot as a jalapeno pepper. Now he didn't like to go straight into the house and start making love immediately. He said that it made him feel as if I felt that he wass using me as a whore. I had trouble getting my head around that but I know what it's all about now. He felt that treating our lovemaking like that demeaned me, would you believe, it's me that wants to get going. In this he always had his way, its nice really I suppose, that he thought like that – he always did. So we normally had coffee and talked about what had happened since we last met. I didn't think I could cope with that this time so I developed a 'cunning plan'.

I walked up the path in front of him, rolling my hips for his eyes and went into the lounge while he made coffee. When he came back into the lounge I had some buttons on my blouse undone and one hand was playing with my boobs. The other hand was between my legs stroking my pussy through my jeans, my legs bent and my feet on the arms of the chair. It was funny, he nearly dropped the coffee, "Bloody hell, Caroline, you're preposterous."

"Well," I said looking round the room, "I haven't had you in here yet and I'm feeling soooo horny", and I gave him wide blue eyes and a big smile followed by my very best pout. This was always a sign for us to start 'playing'. We did that a lot. He started doing it with me and I enjoyed it so much that it was usually me who began it.

He looked at me with a big smile on his face, "Well, I'm going to have my coffee, you can do what you want," and he sat down on the sofa with his coffee on the table beside. Despite his best efforts he couldn't keep his eyes off me as I became more and more aroused. Soon my jeans had a little wet patch where my juices were flowing. I could see his juices were flowing as well, figuratively speaking, as he was getting a large bulge in his trousers.

"I see you're having a hard time there," I said, jokingly, "it looks like you need some freedom."

"I'm perfectly OK," he said with mock formality and his nose in the air.

"Well", I said, "it won't do. You have to sit on things before they get out of hand otherwise there's a terrible mess."

He looked sharply at me now that he realised what I had in mind and gave me a slow smile, "You're very welcome", he said putting down his coffee.

I got up and stood in front of him with my crotch level with his eyes which devoured me. Hell, he made me so hot when he looked at me like that. Then I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them, reached up, and began to undo his belt. All the while I looked straight into his eyes. "I must examine the evidence," I said, "to see whether it needs to be covered," as I pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles. His lovely manhood sprang upright. I always think he's very good for a man of his age but I hadn't any other experience so that's a bit silly really. He is good enough for me though. I took hold of it and bent forward to take the head into my mouth but his hand came forward to stop me.

"No, Lena," he said, "one touch and I'll cum, its been two weeks you know."

"Didn't you masturbate?" I asked bluntly.

"I don't do that any more, not since I met you. It would be wasteful," he said smiling, "you get off".

How nice, he wanted to save it all for me and how many other men would think like that, telling me to carry on with my orgasm. But I was quite happy for him to cum this morning, I was certain my new gear would provide all the stimulus he needed later. Anyway, as I said, he always managed a second go.

"Mmmmmm," I said, "I'll suck that in a minute." Then smiling, "I haven't tasted your spunk for ages." I had to be careful, I could feel him pulse in my hand and he had gone completely still and quiet so I knew he was fighting off an orgasm. That was nice, he could get off just talking to me. I let go of his penis and gave him a few moments to get a grip then I stood up in front of him, turned around and began taking off my jeans. I gave him a really good show, bending and sticking my bum out at him, lifting my leg and showing him my thong, which by now was tight across my pussy and between my bottom cheeks. When I turned round again he was a picture. I don't know about these feminists who say men are always in control, he certainly wasn't then. The pure lust in his eyes was matched by his continuing struggle not to cum. This gave him a confused look as if he didn't know what to do next.

Well, I was in control here and I was going to sit on his lovely erect member and slowly take it inside my vagina. It was so sexy, him sitting there on the edge of the sofa with his trousers round his ankles and his penis sticking up in the air. I still had a couple of buttons on my blouse done up but it was hanging loose and I was naked from the waist down. I looked at him, poked my tongue out and said, "You look ridiculous, close your legs". I was trying to get his mind off cumming, he just had to last for this, I was desperate and I had to get his legs closed so I could straddle him. 

I think he realised what I was doing and he laughed and said, "I feel ruddy ridiculous and, yes, I'll close my legs". So he did, lifting his balls slightly and sliding a bit more off the sofa so that I could stand immediately above his hardness. I moved to cover him, pushed his shirt up, and took hold of him quite tightly. I didn't want to stimulate him too much, it was my show now, I'd 'swallow' his penis now and I was going to swallow his spunk in a minute. I lowered myself down so that I could move his still tightly held prick along my pussy. It was gorgeous, the feel of the head probing my clit and my vagina. From the look on his face he thought it was good as well.

"Jesus," he breathed, "I hope the neighbours can't see."

"Bugger the neighbours," I said lost in the pleasure of him rubbing along my pussy.

"I'd rather bugger you," he said laughing.

I laughed back, "Later, you lecher," I said, "we're in the front door now." With that I sank down on him and let out a long moaning "Aaaaggghhhh" as I took the whole length inside me. I heard a plaintive "Ooohhh, shit" from Mike as he struggled not no cum and remained perfectly still. It wasn't going to be long for me either, I was really hot, so I waited a few moments then began to bounce up and down while he kept his thighs absolutely still. I must say its not the most comfortable of positions with my feet on the floor but the feeling of control and domination you get really adds to the orgasm, which, in my case was rolling in quickly. It reached it's peak with a "Bloody hell," escaping my lips and me leaning forward on Mike's chest. Do you know, I don't think he moved the whole time.

"Thank you," I whispered, "I've just cum, did you?"

He lifted my head, looked into my eyes and said with a smile, "Well that's a surprise, I thought you'd gone to sleep. I'd never have guessed you had an orgasm."

I laughed back at him, "Did you?" I asked again.

"No," he said mock seriously, "in a truly superhuman feat of control I managed not to, but its becoming increasingly difficult," and smiled. And I realised, of course, he was still inside me, it felt so good.

"Can I stay for a little while?" I said pouting, "It feels soooo good".

"OK, but don't move." he said with emphasis as he looked up at me. Then he reached up and undid my blouse, "Take it off," he said, hoarsely. Then his hands wandered to my boobs but my bra was in the way, "Take it off," he said again. So I took my bra off and he began to caress my boobs and gently tweak my nipples. I could feel another orgasm approaching but I couldn't move because I wanted him to cum in my mouth and if I moved I was sure he would cum straight away. I must have looked a trifle downbeat despite having his solid cock deep inside me.

"What's the matter, hon?" he said, smiling, "is the matter in hand too deep for you."

I laughed, "No, but I want you to cum in my mouth and if I move you'll cum straight away, and I want to cum again," I ended plaintively.

He looked at me with his grey/blue eyes as he said, "Cum on then, lean forward and kiss me," and I did. His hands found my buttocks and the crease in between. He didn't touch me there, that would have been too much for him, but he held and kneaded them beautifully. Then his mouth went to my nipples, sucked and gently nibbled them. "You can move now," he whispered regaining his control, so I did. Up and down, up and down, on his rod slowly at first then faster. Bliss. This one took a little longer but with him sucking my nips and kneading my bottom it was much, much better than the first.

I climbed off his still rock hard penis, opened his legs and climbed in between, then I sat back on my heels and looked at his stiff rod and the balls dangling beneath. These are mine, I thought, oblivious to the obvious fact. I can do what I like with them. I moved both hands to him, one above the other, and the head still showed. I told Jo he was big and I was right! Then I started sucking and licking his balls. I could taste his precum and myself on him where my juice had trickled down, mixed with the delicious taste of him. I started to swallow his cock, relaxing my throat muscles and taking all of him into my mouth. After a little while doing this he said, "Oh bloody hell, Lena. I can't take much more of this, suck it before I explode, please". You see, I was in total control, but I was being unfair, so I knelt up, looked him in the eye and said, "Cum in my mouth then, fill my mouth with your spunk. I want to taste it, swallow it, take it deep inside my body." Then I took the head in my mouth, swirled my tongue around it and sucked hard. 

Exactly what I expected to happen happened. He was gone, firing away on all cylinders.

"Oh fucking hell, bollocks, shit", he shouted as he thrust himself into my mouth and started to spurt spunk. Again and again I felt him pulse and spurt with such force that the gobbets hit the back of my mouth hard. I had trouble dealing with this much. He'd not cum as much as this in my mouth before and I was forced to let some escape out of the side rather than swallow it. Still he kept on cumming, now he was holding my head on his penis, moaning, "Oh Lena, Lena". I don't think he'd had an orgasm quite as good as this for a long time.

He finally stopped spurting in my mouth and I pulled away from him. Then I knelt up level with his eyes and opened my spunk filled mouth to let him see what he had given me. I moved my tongue around the thick gooey mass and slowly swallowed this delicious nectar. He leant forward and grabbed me, planting a kiss on my lips and pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues met in my mouth still holding some of his offering and they entwined as he tasted his own spunk.

He pulled away, "God, what have I done to deserve you", he said as he often did, "that was unbelievable, Lena, unbelievable."

"Two weeks away does wonder for your spunk production," I said jokingly, "I nearly bloody drowned."

He laughed, "And I nearly exploded, much longer and god knows what would have happened."

"Did you really like it?" I said, "I was a bit cruel cumming twice like that."

"It was lovely to see you enjoying yourself. You know I like to see you cum. I love the way your pupils sort of disappear as your orgasm hits, you're so adorable then, vulnerable, you know, tender. Oh it's difficult to explain, but you look so lovely then." It was unusual for him to be unable to find words and I sensed that there was something strange going on here but I was too happy to dig any deeper.

"I'd better get dressed," I said laughing standing there naked in front of him, "we wouldn't want to upset the neighbours."

"Bugger the neighbours," he said laughing back. 

"Don't worry about the neighbours," I said, "You're going to bugger me!" 

I looked down at him and began to laugh, "You know you look ridiculous, don't you." He had his trousers and pants around one ankle where I'd taken them off so I could kneel between his legs and his shirt was pushed up over his chest. His spent penis, now flaccid, was laying kind of sadly on his groin. 

He looked down at himself, "I suppose I do," he said still laughing. Then looking up at me, "But you look good enough to eat."

"I hope you will," I said demurely as I began to get dressed. He didn't move just lay there watching me, "Aren't you going to tidy yourself up," I said.

"I'm just enjoying the view," he smiled, "I like seeing you wriggle into those jeans of yours."

Fully dressed now, I leant down and kissed him, "Come on," I said, "Let's get lunch, I'm hungry."

"After all you've had to eat," he smiled, "Ok let me get tidy. You go ahead and start, everything's there."

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Caroline Ch. 03.02



 Part 2, Ch. 3.02: Caroline's Story:

Sunday afternoon, the basque, and LOVE. 

(Hi,

New readers, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

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We always prepared lunch together then. He was a good cook, particularly with Italian food and I am quite good generally. I did a years course in cookery at college before I started work for Sarah. I really enjoyed being in the kitchen with him although he was much tidier than me, but the kitchen is enormous so we didn't get in each others way. It was nice, sometimes he just held me and kissed me when we were working and I'd get all mussed up. It was really homely – (oh God I miss him!).

We had lunch sitting on the patio but the weather changed and we ended up finishing the wine, (another really good bottle), in the lounge.

We sat together like this often after lunch. Quiet, just enjoying each others presence. As usual, I had my head in his lap and he was stroking my hair. He said that you don't need to talk all the time, just be together. One of his favourite songs was that one by Ronan Keating, you know, 'You say it best when you say nothing at all'. He thought that was one of the lessons young men could learn about relationships.

"I got you a couple of presents," he suddenly said, breaking into my reverie. He often bought me things, never clothes, funnily enough, but jewellery mainly, usually rubies and diamonds. I'm not a great jewellery wearer but I did for him. He didn't like much, wearing none then himself, but he liked one or two very stylish and expensive pieces on me. He gave me a tiny box which I immediately opened. It was a gold locket on a chain. It had diamonds, rubies, and a couple of sapphires; and there were matching earrings, tiny exquisite sparkles of stone. The set took my breath away, they must have cost a small fortune. You see, I work with jewellery, Sarah's shop is part jewellers, so I know good stuff when I see it.

I sat up, "Oh, it's gorgeous," I said, "you shouldn't. It must have cost a fortune."

"It pales into insignificance next to you," he said perfectly serious. He could say things like that and they didn't sound silly. I hugged him and kissed him, feeling warm and loved. Did he, I suddenly thought, then dismissed it straight away – silly!

I kissed him again, "You said presents?" He knew I loved getting presents. He liked giving them to me.

"Yes," he said, "just a CD but there's one song on there for you." Mike was very into music of all kinds. He got very emotional listening to all sort of things from his favourite opera, to the classics, to musicals, almost every sort of music so I wasn't surprised that he had found something like this. He'd marked the track on the CD which was by a guy I'd never heard of. It was called 'Everything you are'. I played it. It was lovely except I didn't have freckles.

"Did you miss me," I asked kissing him. 

"I always miss you," he said, smiling sadly, "Caroline?" Something serious was coming, he always called me Lena, in the Italian way, you know with an accent on the 'e' so it sounded like Layna. When he calls me Caroline, it usually means that he is serious and thoughtful.

"Yes," I said quietly mirroring his mood, "what is it?"

"Would you come on holiday with me," he asked nervously, "we could have separate rooms and everything, you know, so people won't talk. I'm going to drive to Italy for a few weeks and tour around. I'd really love you to come," he ended plaintively.

So would I, I thought, but what about Jo. I kissed him, "I'd love to come, but," I saw his face drop, "no, it's not like that," I said, "it's Jo. I really don't want to leave her now, not until I'm sure she's over that bastard Steve." 

He nodded, "Yes," he said, "perhaps now wouldn't be a good time but I'm not going for six weeks so perhaps we can see how things go." 

Well, that worked out perfectly with my own plans for him so I said, "I won't say anything now then, let's wait and see how she is."

I decided to tell him about how Jo and Steve had broken up and, particularly the film and how Joanna felt about it, he deserved to know all the reasons for my reluctance. "Mike," I carried on, seriously, "I had a long talk with Jo on Wednesday and she told me about her and Steve, how they had broken up and everything. Can I tell you?"

"Off course," he said, "I'd like to hear, perhaps I can help." YES!!

So I told him all about it, especially what was in the film and how it had affected Jo.

He was nodding as I was explaining how screwed up she was, "I can see how that would affect her, she must be very mixed up. I think you did the right thing to draw it out of her. I can't see what people find enjoyable about that sort of thing."

I know he has a large collection of 'adult' DVDs so I said to him, "Have you got any like that?" immediately regretting the question. What would he think? It didn't seem to bother him however.

"No," he said, "you know what I like. To put it crudely, all of mine feature pretty young women getting screwed in the arse. All of the women seem to like it, I wouldn't want to see a woman doing anything she doesn't like, but I suppose I'm not so naive that I don't realise it's acting in many cases. I don't have any films that show women being forced to do anything. I've thrown some like that away, those that had bits in them."

"I've never seen an 'adult' movie," I said, "what are they like?"

"You can see one sometime if you want too," he said with a soft smile, "but they're mostly aimed at men. There are some 'couple' orientated films, I've got a few of them we could watch together. Basically you get three types, there's the feature film, just like an ordinary movie but with lots of sex scenes and very poor acting. Then you get shorts, just boy/girl or several of each, screwing each other, and finally, the stuff for the 'raincoaters' as they say. Very explicit, lots of close-ups and shots of spunk flying, you know. No, I suppose you don't," he finished laughing.

"Which do you like?" I asked archly.

"I don't like any of them now I've got you," he said kissing me. 

He's soooo sweet. I felt a lovely big gush of affection for him, "Flatterer," I said kissing him back with interest. "What ones did you like before."

"All of them, I suppose, it depends on mood. You have favourite girls doing favourite things. It's difficult to explain really. You know I like anal sex so that's mainly what I watched."

"Did you masturbate?" I asked, really prying now but he didn't seem bothered.

"Oh yes," he said, "often. But the problem is that no matter how good a wank you have, how beautiful the woman you are watching is, it's no substitute for holding a woman in your arms. There's just something missing. That why I'm so lucky to have you." 

We hugged each other for a little while and I started to feel a little movement in his groin. He was ready for another go.

"I got you a present," I said.

He smiled, "Goodie, lets have it then."

"You can't have it till we get upstairs, so I'm going to get ready. Give me half an hour." He knew that I would be preparing myself for him so he was happy to wait. He would have a shower and lay on the bed waiting for me to finish in the en suite. Was he in for a surprise!

So I went upstairs and got myself ready, you know, back there, showered and did my hair. I put on a tiny bit of eyeliner but I hardly use make-up, which he likes, I think, then got into the basque and suspenders. The stockings felt gorgeous on my legs and the basque pinched in my waist and really exaggerated the shape of my bottom. I felt so sexy. I couldn't wait so I opened the door, walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror doors. His face was a picture, his eyes nearly popped out of his head and I swear he let out an animal growl. I could see the immediate effect as his cock stuck up in the air in his boxers. 

I twirled, "Bloody hell, Caroline," he said laughing with lust, "I don't know how much more of this I can take. You look absolutely delectable. So fuckable it hurts." he added softly. The he came over to me and took me in his arms. I could feel his hardness pressing into me and his chest against the roughness of the basque. He ran his hands over my body sensuously. "Turn around," he growled, "now!" suddenly very forceful. I turned and faced the mirrors. I could see his face, his eyes were so full of lust that I felt a slight apprehension. What had I done wearing this, had I unleashed the genie again?

"Move backwards, away from the doors," he said taking hold of my bottom and pulling me towards him, "and lean forward. Take your weight on your hands." I leant forward and held myself leaning on the mirrors, arms outstretched and bottom thrust backwards, even more so with the high heels on the slippers. Then, after stripping off my knickers, he started to move my feet apart, about 18 inches. I was totally exposed and I couldn't really move balanced as I was against the mirrors. My apprehension had left now, although his face was still full of lust, he was obviously in control. His touches were soft and tender as usual.

He moved towards me, standing immediately behind, and pushed up close. I could feel the hardness of his penis through the silk of his boxers. He leant forward as well and began to stroke my shoulders and kiss my back where he could. I was beginning to get wet between my legs in anticipation of what he was going to do. This was all new to me, he'd never done this before and everything was made far more sexy because I could see exactly what he was doing in the mirrors. 

Now he knelt down so that his face was level with my bottom and he started to lick me from front to back. My position allowed him total access to both my pussy and my bottomhole and he stimulated both with his tongue, backwards and forwards. Then his tongue, rolled into a little prick, started to push it past my anus, in and out, in and out. I came, not big, but big enough for him to notice. He reached over for the KY and began to urgently rub it into his prick which stood up like a flagpole, then some onto my tight rosebud, using his finger to push it right into my rectum. He stood up and put his penis at the tight little entrance to my back passage and then he thrust halfway then, with just a small withdrawal to ease the muscle, pushed ALL THE WAY IN in one go until I had eight inches of rock hard cock up my arse! I came again. He'd never done that before. I was ready for him so, although there was a tiny shaft of pain at first it wasn't a problem but, hey, was I surprised. He held himself fully in me to a few moments then he began to move inside me. In and out of my bottom in long firm strokes. I loved his hardness in my back door and this way he could get the whole length in. It was heavenly, I just hoped he wouldn't cum yet, this was great.

"Oh hell, Caroline," he said and he continued to move back and forth, "you are unbelievable." Then, still fully embedded inside me, he stopped, completely still. I know that when he does this he is controlling himself so now I was very careful not to move although it was terribly difficult not to squeeze him with my rectal muscles. He finally started moving again for a while then pulled out. As usual I felt a sense of loss as he left me. I always felt like this if he was hard when he pulled himself from me no matter where he was. He turned me round and kissed me, "God, you're lovely," he said smiling down at me, "do you know you look good enough to eat."

"Yes please," I said, pouting, "but I need to lay down my legs are killing me."

"Oh, Lena, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you," he asked, concern showing on his face as he helped me to the bed.

"No, darling," I said, "I was a bit surprised but it felt very good, I had two that time." I added.

"I'm sorry I was so abrupt," he said cuddling me, "but this kit goes back a long way for me. I was about 13 when I saw my first 'naughty' picture. It was of a woman wearing stockings and suspenders, and great big high-heeled shoes bending forward with her bottom stuck out. It was a big turn on then, I suppose that's what turned me into an 'bottom' man. I love the female bottom, shape, curve, texture, and I specially love yours so when you came out like that everything went slightly black. All I wanted to do was bugger you as hard as I could. Thankfully, you're so beautiful and I could never hurt you again so I was a bit controlled or, I'm afraid, I may have been even more demanding." Wasn't he lovely, saying such nice things, and think of me even when he was so worked up.

I looked in his eyes and kissed his lips, his eyes, all of his face, then I whispered in his ear, "Don't forget you promised to eat me," and I started to nibble his earlobes, something I knew really turned him on.

"Lay back, hussy," he said with mock severity, "I'm going to lick your pussy 'til you scream for mercy."

"You haven't got a tongue that strong," I laughed back at him, "but you're welcome to try," and I laid back with my legs apart, "come on man LICK ME."

He started by kissing my chest above the basque, I see what he means about me being naked, I missed him kissing my tits underneath and sucking the nipples. The good thing was that he got to my pussy quicker! He gently bit my mound and pulled my pubes with his teeth, then he moved further down and started on the tops of my legs on the inside. I'm, oh so tender there, and I've loved it since he did it the first time. Then onto the skin between my vagina and my anus, gently licking and kissing from front to back. I was very wet down there from my cums and from the lube but he didn't mind, he always said he liked tasting me. By now I was beginning the journey to my fifth cum of the day. This would be longer and more intense because I knew he would play me like a musical instrument, bringing me near then stopping, then starting again over and over. He always did this with his tongue and his fingers, playing over my anus, my vagina, and my clit. I was in heaven as he concentrated on my pleasure. Again and again I almost went over the top, but he would stop, perhaps take his finger from my rear or vagina, stop licking my clit or my bottomhole, so that I drew back from the brink. In the end I was begging him to let me cum.

He raised his head and laughed, his face all wet with my juices, "Ready to scream?."

"Oh yes, yes, make me cum, pleeese. Make me cum." This a demand. So he did. He put his tongue deep in my vagina, stuck a finger past my anus and into my rectum and pinched my clit with his other hand, all at the same time. I went off like a firework, moaning, "yes, yes, yes, oh yes." over and over again. Talk about stupendous, it was fantastic.

As I came down he crawled up to lay beside me. He kissed me and, as usual after we did this, our tongues curled around each other and I tasted myself on him. "Good?" he asked smiling at me.

"Oh yes, better today than most," I said trying to catch my breath, "that was marvellous. You've never kept me back for such a long time. I thought I was never going to cum."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," and we just lay there happy in each others arms. After a while I became aware of his hardness pressed up against me. "Do you want to cum yet?" I said quietly into his ear.

"Not yet but something's come up that you might like to sit on," he laughed and rolled onto his back with his legs together and his penis sticking up in the air. I wasn't going to cum very quickly now, I'd already had four or five and I knew that I would probably cum once more today with him in my bottom when he did so now it was a opportunity for both of us to have sex without the pressure of needing to orgasm. We could just play together. He grabbed a damp towel from the side of the bed and quickly wiped his cock (he didn't like to go from my backdoor to my pussy without wiping himself or using special lube, he said it could be dangerous).

I moved down and straddled him, then I grasped his penis tightly as if it were a handle. This way I could rest with half of him inside me, my hand stopping it going all the way. It was a marvellous feeling. I used his hard pillar to stroke my pussy up and down and to massage my clit. He was obviously enjoying the feeling and he smiled sexily at me and said, "Oh, I do love being abused by a beautiful woman."

I smiled back, "I'll abuse you some more if you like."

"Abuse away," he said, laughing into my eyes.

After stroking myself with him for a while I introduced the head into my vagina and settled down on to my hand. I knew I wasn't going to be happy for long with just five inches inside me so I bumped up and down a couple of times then, on the third one, took my hand away and settled right down with it all in. This caused a sharp intake of breath in both of us followed by smiles as we each got used to the lovely feeling of being united in this way. It was so nice to just have him inside me, to feel him there, not pushing, not pulsing, just being there enjoying the feelings he must have been having. He reached up for me and I fell forward into his arms. Our lips met and tongues entwined as we lost ourselves in each other. After a while of kissing and whisperings and subtle movements I pulled away from him and said, "Backdoor time, come on let me take it up the arse again." This prompted a couple of quick spasms from him so I knew he was ready to go.

I lifted off his cock, again that feeling of loss, and squatted above him. I was still pretty we lubed up back there but he suggested some more on his penis so I obliged and wanked him for a bit getting him really hard. I'd not had him in my back door this way before and I was a little apprehensive about how it would feel so I again gripped him with my hand to prevent it going all the way in. I moved it across my pussy and positioned the head at my anus, which for some reason had tightened, I suppose in apprehension. Taking a deep breath and loosening up, I lowered my self down on him and felt it slide inside my back passage as far as my hand would allow.

The entrance of his rock hard prick drove the breath from my body as I let out a long "Aaaagggghhh." I felt my sphincter open to accept this solid pole of flesh. Mike was also breathing heavily, his breath hissing through his teeth. I remained still for a minute and then, taking a deep breath, I took my hand away and slid down his cock until it was all embedded inside me. Mike groaned and I had trouble breathing.

"Jesus, that's fucking fantastic," I said.

"Jesus, that's fantastic fucking," he said, "Oh fuck, how I love your arse. Come on arsefuck yourself on my cock, enjoy yourself. Fuck my cock with your arsehole." He was really enjoying this – his language said so. So was I for that matter! I leant back, took my weight on my arms and started to bounce up and down on his cock. It was a much different feeling, being on top like this. I controlled how much was inside me, how fast it went in an out. He was passive, laying there just enjoying the feeling. It was very intense, however and, whilst not painful, it was more uncomfortable than kneeling or standing like earlier and I began to lose some enjoyment so I pulled out of him and knelt down with my bottom in the air.

I looked back over my shoulder and said voice full of desire, "Come on then, stick that cock back up my arse." He needed no second asking and was almost immediately balls deep in my rear. This felt better and, as he grabbed my thighs showing he was nearing a climax, I felt my own slowly building. He continued to pound in an out of my back passage, the lube and my juices providing a nice sliding freeway until finally he thrust all the way in, held me tight and started to spurt cum deep inside me. As soon as this began so did my climax and, as his cum continued to wash my insides, my orgasm rushed around inside me starting deep in my body then swirling round to finish on my clit. I was squeezing him in my anus, milking as much cum as I could. I loved this, he was totally in my power. I was draining him of his life juice. He was thrusting as deep as he could inside me and I could feel his thighs banging into my bottom cheeks pushing the suspender clips into me. This was his second orgasm so he stayed inside me for what seemed like hours. I loved it.




Caroline Ch. 03.02



Too soon I could feel that his orgasm was passing so I lowered my body with him still inside. We fell sideways onto the bed with my rosebud clutching his softening manhood. He loved to leave his penis in my rectum as it softened and I'd grown to like the feeling as well. We were laying in a spoon and he was gently kissing my neck and shoulders as he finally softened and was expelled from my still tight little hole.

I turned to face him, "Well," I said with a sultry smile, "do you like your present?"

He smiled back, "Oh yes, but I still prefer you naked," he said making me feel like a million dollars, "and," he added with a laugh, "it makes a great change."

"You've never taken me like that before, you know, standing up. Do you like that?"

"When you wear something like this, yes I do. As I said, it's a very old thing with me. As well as that for me you're a different you when you're wearing something like that. It's more 'fantastic' if you like."

I was a little worried, "So it wasn't 'me' you were making love to?" I said my voice showing my concern.

"Oh yes it was 'you'. It was just a different you," he said as if this explained everything.

"I still don't understand," I said puzzled, "what's different?"

He bent and kissed my lips, "Look, when you wear your tight jeans you are Caroline in tight jeans. It says something about you, the way you present yourself, how you want to be seen. When you wear a skirt, not often I'll admit, " he laughed, "you are a different Caroline because you're saying something different about yourself. Remember the first time we went out."

I did and I was surprised he did. Men weren't supposed to remember things like that. "Yes," I said, "I wore one of Jo's skirts."

"Why?"

"Oh I see, yes I see what you mean."

"Well, why did you wear a skirt then," he asked laughing.

"I wanted to take your mind of my bottom," I said looking up at him demurely, "but it didn't seem to work!"

He laughed completely relaxed, hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, "Ti amo, Caroliné."

My heart skipped several beats and the butterflies started to rumba in my stomach. I pulled away from him, sat up and looked him straight in the eye, "What did you say?" I said.

He looked a bit sheepish, "Nothing."

"Come on, what did you just say."

"It was nothing," he stumbled, "nothing, forget it"

I was getting angry now. I hadn't ever been angry with him before so it was a new feeling for me.

"You said 'ti amo' didn't you?" He nodded, "and that means 'I love you' doesn't it?" Again he nodded sheepishly.

"Did you mean it?" I asked, my heart and my life waiting on his answer.

He gave up, "Yes," said vehemently, "yes I meant it but I wish I hadn't said it."

I couldn't figure this out, I was really angry now but I couldn't help seeing the ridiculous side of it considering the way I was dressed and the fact that I had a bottom full of his cum, "Bloody hell, Mike, talk sense, you either do or you don't. This IS important."

"I know," he said. "Oh Caroline, YES I do love you but I didn't want you to know. Ssshh, don't interrupt. You're young. You should be looking for a husband, having kids, enjoying yourself not kicking around with some old washed up guy like me. Sometimes I feel as if I'm stealing your youth," he added looking very sad.

I hit him hard on the chest, he looked stunned.

"Listen you stupid man," I shouted at him as I continued to hit him in the chest after each word, "I .. know .. I'm .. young but I don't .. want .. a husband (well if I did he'd be you),.. I don't .. want kids and I am .. enjoying my youth .. with a wonderful man who .. makes .. me .. happy. The man I love."

He took hold of my arms and looked into my eyes, "Did you mean it?" he said.

"Mean what?" I replied still lost in my temper.

"That you love me?"

That stopped me in my tracks and my anger evaporated. I did say that didn't I and it was true. I knew it was true because I felt almost the same about him as I did about Joanna only stronger, different, but the same – oh it's so difficult to explain how I felt then. I loved her so I must love him. I looked at him. He looked like a little boy and my heart melted. I reached down and held him tight, "Yes," I said, "with all my heart."

He grabbed me, squeezed so tight I thought he would never let go and buried his face in my hair. After a few moments I realised he was crying. I loved him more than ever as I pulled away and looked at him. "What's the matter?" 

"Nothing really," he said, "happy tears for now, sad tears for times past. I must have done something very good to deserve you, Caroliné, ti amo molto." I loved it when he spoke Italian. I sounds so much more 'right' than in English. We continued hugging each other for what seemed like ages, until I was suddenly conscious of what we had just finished doing so I kissed him and said, "I must go to the loo. Then let's shower together."

Later that afternoon we were in the lounge, he was sitting on the sofa and I was laying with my head on his lap. We were just talking and being together, sipping another one of Mike's really good wines. While we had been showering I had remembered something from a while ago.

"Mike?" I said, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything, fire away."

"What does 'amata' mean, you called me that ages ago, I've just remembered. Does it mean what I think it might mean?"

"Well, I don't know what you think it means, but it does mean 'beloved' and you were and are. I've loved you for ages you know, but I didn't want to say."

"Oh, I wish you had then I could have told you earlier. You needn't have worried you know, I think I've loved you for ages as well."

"We're silly really, aren't we, us humans? Talking is important isn't it?" he said sadly. "Look, I was worried you see, worried that you would shy away if I said things like that what with my age and all, so I didn't, I'm sorry. Am I forgiven?" he ended cuddling me.

"Yes, of course you're forgiven. We know now don't we, that's enough for me. I love you, you know that don't you and age doesn't matter. I won't tell you any more, understand," I ended mock sternly.

"Yes mistress," he said laughing, "and I love you too, and now I'm glad you know." And we kissed and cuddled for a while. Then it was time to put my plans into action. Nothing had changed, our declared love for each other made it even more important that my plans came to fruition.

"Mike?" I said, "it's Joanna's birthday next Wednesday. I'm cooking a 'posh' dinner for her, will you come as our guest? We'll be wearing pretty frocks and everything."

"I'd love to, if nothing else but to see YOU in a pretty frock. Is it 'formal' then?" he asked laughing.

I thought that would be nice, "We have got really nice dresses to wear so, yes, it's a little bit formal. (I didn't realise when I said this that he would come in a dinner suit!). We'll have candles and all that. I want it to be really nice for her," I said suddenly serious.

"Won't she feel that I'm intruding on your party," he asked concerned, "I wouldn't want to be a gooseberry and spoil her birthday celebrations."

"No, I asked her. She's looking forward to the chance of meeting you properly."

"I'm looking forward to meeting her," he said, "after what you've told me about her I'm sure she must be a bit special."

"Oh, she is." Then, seriously, "You know I love her too, don't you?"

"Yes," he said smiling down at me tenderly, "she's very lucky. So am I. I hope that she feels better after your chat" he said, concerned, "Wednesday should cheer her up. What time do you want me?" 

"About 6:45," I said, "and I think she's beginning to get him out of her system. We always have a big birthday celebration, dinner, or go out or something, so she's looking forward to that."

And so our day ended. He drove me home about 7:00 and I spent the rest of the evening snacking and chatting with Jo about my day. I told her that he said he loved me and that I told him of my love for him. She didn't seem very surprised when I told her.

"You've been looking like a lovesick sheep for ages," she said. "I could see it, I just wondered when you both would." She smiled gently at me, "I'm very happy for you, for both of you. Are you still sure about the sharing? You know I won't mind if you change your mind."

"No, I haven't changed my mind, I love you both and I'll share you both. You both share me don't you? So what's wrong with it?"

"Oh, I love you Lena," she said coming over and kissing me.

"And I love you too," I said kissing her back. Then I told her all about our day. She was most interested when I told her the effect of the basque, I think that she was looking forward to wearing hers for him.

This is one of my favourite episodes so please vote, comment, and e-mail to tell me what you think. Thanks.

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 03.03



(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!

Just a note: I started writing down these fantasies purely for the sex but, as I did so, I realised that it wasn't enough just to deal with only that aspect of my (imagined) relationship with Caroline and everyone else in the story so, a bit like 'Topsy', it just grew. I hope you can bear with me and enjoy the character development. I will indicate the non-erotic chapters.) 

Jo's Birthday Party

(No Sex)

I was very excited by the time Wednesday came round, the two days in between seemed like ages. I'd gone shopping on Tuesday to get everything for the meal and to get Jo's present. I'd bought her a new watch, some underwear, and smellies. I had to get up early to start preparing. I'd tried not to complicate matters with the food, I wanted time to be with the two of them, but I also wanted to leave them alone for a while. I knew this had to be very carefully handled as Jo was still not really convinced it was a good idea to share Mike and might not be fully involved in my plan.

Everything went well in the kitchen that afternoon, Jo buzzed around, quite excited I think at meeting him properly that evening. Looking back I suppose I was a bit callous, using him like a prize stallion to show off to the mare, thankfully it all ended OK, but more of that later. I had prepared a meal that I hoped would appeal to both of them, mainly Italian, and I tried to do as much as possible beforehand so I didn't really have enough time to worry about anything before the evening.

We got ready in the late afternoon, showering and dressing together. I made sure that Jo looked wonderful, she was a bit worried about her new dress, she thought it was too daring. It did show every muscle on her body, it's lucky she has such a good figure. It hugged her waist and followed the line of her buttocks accentuating her bottom and hips beautifully. It also showed off the slight dome of her tummy which I knew Mike would find very attractive. The new bra pushed her boobs up and out into the material of the dress. I joked that she shouldn't get aroused tonight, her nipples would stand out. That nearly ruined it as she almost refused to wear it, especially when she put on the bedroom slippers which pushed her bum out even further.

"He won't be able to take his eyes off you," I said, "you look delectable."

"You look nice as well, but you shouldn't dress down just to make him notice me. I bet he still takes more notice of you."

"We'll see," I said smugly. I was wrong of course!

We both had a sip of wine, Jo for her birthday and me to calm my nerves. Tonight was risky. I didn't intend to let the cat out of the bag tonight but I did want Mike to be taken with Jo so he would be more open to the suggestion later. I suppose all this shows how little I really knew him and how he would react to the situation. At 6:45 on the dot the door went and I opened it to see Mike in full evening dress. 

I must have looked shocked, "You did say formal didn't you?" he said smiling. He knew bloody well that I thought he would come in a suit so I pouted back at him and said, "Yes, very formal Mr. . . . . . "

"Come here, you minx. Give me a kiss" he said hugging and kissing me. 

He stepped back, "You look lovely, it's a very nice 'pretty frock' indeed," he said, doing it again with his eyes, "I'm glad I came."

"The birthday girl is through here," I said leading him into the lounge where I'd left Jo standing next to the fireplace. We only had the table lamp on in there and it was just by her. She stood out like a goddess, the light complemented her every nuance. He couldn't fail to be attracted to her. But!! When he walked in the room he didn't miss a step, hesitate or do anything to show he had noticed how sexy she looked. He walked straight over to her, pecked her on her exquisite cheek, and handed her a small parcel, "Happy birthday, Joanna," he said, "its nice to finally meet you properly." Then he turned to me and said, "You two look lovely tonight, I'm a very lucky man."

Hell, something was wrong. He was the perfect gentleman of course, but he hadn't complemented Jo directly and she looked devastating. He turned to look into the dining area and Jo raised her eyebrow quizzically and shrugged her shoulders then started to open her present. It was a small jewellery box and inside was the loveliest broach/pendant and earring set I had seen in a long time. It was set with sapphires and diamonds in a very complicated pattern that made a 'J'.

Jo looked at me and I took a deep breath, "Oh, Mike," she said, "these are lovely, absolutely lovely. Thank you very much. Shall I wear them?"

"By all means," he said, but I detected a slight 'thing' in his voice. I didn't know what was going on here. I was worried things were already out of my control. Jo didn't notice anything untoward, she didn't know him as well as me and she asked him, "Are these sapphires and diamonds?"

"Yes," he said, "Lena said your favourite colour was blue so I thought sapphires would be nice on your birthday."

Jo doesn't wear much jewellery, rather like me, but she does like to wear expensive pieces and this certainly was expensive. He must have spent loads. She took the earrings and put them on and pinned the broach onto her dress. I was surprised he didn't do that. They both made her look even more lovely, like some Holly-wood star.

"They look nice on you," he said, "don't you think so Lena?" Nice, bloody nice. What's the matter with you, I thought, are you blind? I was really worried by now, something seemed to be wrong but I had no idea what it was.

"Yes, they're lovely," I said, and to try and regain control, "would you like a drink before dinner."

I was so busy for the next couple of hours while we ate and talked and drank, and Mike is such a good conversationalist that I forgot my concerns about his behaviour. The dinner went famously, he complemented me regularly on the food and the presentation. He chatted to Jo constantly about anything and everything. She'd done history at college and he was very knowledgeable about certain periods so they had load of fun discussing Elizabeth I and other such interesting topics. I didn't feel left out as, when you are cooking a dinner like this, it is always difficult to take a full part in the conversation, although they both helped when needed so it wasn't too bad. All through the meal, though, I had the feeling that he was controlling himself, not letting his true feelings show.

We finally got round to coffee and brandy in the lounge, and I'm afraid that I had too much of the brandy. I'd already had a lot of wine, you know you do when you're cooking, you don't realise how much you are having so, after a short while, I was quite tipsy. We'd all had quite a bit but I was way in front of the other two. We were chatting away and the subject got around to 'put-downs'. 

He told us a couple attributed to Winston Churchill, you know, Lady Astor to Churchill, 'Mr Churchill, if I were married to you I'd give you poison.' Churchill, 'Lady Astor, if I were married to you, I'd take it.": then, Bessie Braddock, 'Mr Churchill you're drunk!', Churchill, 'Mrs Braddock you're ugly and I shall be sober in the morning.'. 

Then he said, laughing "How about this one. 'He said to her, I don't know why you wear a bra, you've got nothing to put in it. She said, you wear underpants don't you?'. This made Jo and I roar with laughter and really lightened the atmosphere. 

Then Jo said, "I've got another one, listen 'Husband: why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm? Wife: because you're never there." This made us all laugh and it also made me say a very silly thing that caused all the trouble. I don't really know why I said it, I suppose I was pleased that the subject was getting round to sex: I wanted the two of them to hit it off so I suppose I just pushed too hard and I was a little drunk!. I blurted out, "You certainly know when I have and orgasm don't you Mike?" and I immediately regretted saying it. He was obviously embarrassed and Jo looked at me and said, "Caroline!" But, in the tradition of having dug a hole, I continued to shovel away, "Well its true," I said, "everyone knows when I have an orgasm." This had the effect of embarrassing both of them and causing me to panic.

The room went very quiet and I could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. Mike looked at me with his steely eyes having lost all blue, "What's going on Caroline? That was unlike you, you're on edge," he said, "there's something happening here that I don't understand, tell me what's going on?"

This sobered me in one quick rush, I suddenly realised that somehow I'd gone too far. Jo was displaying panic all over her face and the atmosphere in the room was getting even colder. I did what every clever woman does when she's been found out, I burst into tears, "Oh, nothing, Mike, nothing."

"Why are you crying then?" he demanded, "something is happening here tonight. I can feel it. You've been acting strangely Lena, all evening, preoccupied. Tell me what is going on." I could see that he was getting angry but I was rapidly loosing it totally what with the alcohol and the fear of what was happening.

Then he turned to Jo, "Joanna," he said, "do you know what's going on?" She didn't know what to say as she looked even more panicky. He turned back to me and said, "Lena, I don't like this. You've got to tell me."

I, of course, continued to sob almost unable to speak by now with the effects of the booze and my emotional turmoil.

Jo finally gathered her wits, "We'll have to tell him, Lena," she said and I mouthed "No, No." as he looked at her.

"Well," he demanded looking at her with steely eyes.

She took a deep breath, "She wants us to share you," she said looking him directly in the eye, "and tonight is a preliminary meeting."

"What did you say?" he said as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"She wants us to share you," she repeated, "she thinks you will be good for me. . ."

"And you went along with this?" I was looking back and forth between the two of them. I felt like death, my whole world was vanishing in front of my eyes. I could see he was really angry, holding himself tense and in check. His eyes were flashing like lightening. I was so frightened.

Jo nodded. He sat very still for a few moments, then he said, "I don't like being taken for granted," got up, left the room and went out of the front door. 

I heard it close and I died inside. 

Great racking sobs coursed through my body, I could hardly breathe. Three days ago we told each other about our love and now he'd gone, oh god what had I done. I think that I lost control completely at that point, hysterically crying and sobbing. I came back to the real world with Jo kneeling on the floor in front of me holding me tightly against her and gently cooing in my ear. 

"Sssssssshhhhhhhh, Lena, Sssssssshhhhhhhh, everything will be all right. He'll come back, I know he will." But I wasn't sure she believed it. "He'll come back," she continued the litany, "don't worry, darling, he'll come back."

I managed to get my breath, "Oh Jo, what have I done, he's gone." Now I felt sick, the emotions coursing through me and the booze were having their effect. Then the doorbell went, "I told you," said Jo, "stay there I'll go." I was in no fit state to do anything, still sobbing gently, mainly in self-pity now, the idea that I'd lost him gnawing away in my head and in my heart.

I heard the door open and them talking, then Jo came back into the room, "He's going to make some coffee, let's go and tidy up. We both look a sight!" Was she right. When I looked in the bathroom mirror I could see I looked like a witch from a Halloween party. What little mascara I used had run and my eyes were all puffy and red. My hair was a mess, so was I. I looked at Jo, she'd obviously been crying as well, when she was hugging me I supposed, and her mascara had run as well. It felt so hopeless, all that effort to get ready ending in this.

"Oh, Jo, I'm so sorry," I said, sober now, "I've ruined everything, Mike, your birthday, everything."

"Lena," she said, "he came back. Let's take it from here. He loves you, you told me and he wouldn't have come back unless that was true. But, for gods sake be careful in there. Let him talk it out and don't be silly. And STOP crying. Its not going to do any good."

We went back into the lounge where Mike was waiting. He'd made coffee which he now poured for us, strong and black with lots of sugar.

He looked at both of us, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry I left like that, it was unpardonable. I hope you'll both forgive me but I needed a moment alone to take it all in and deal with my feelings. As I said the one thing I really hate is being taken for granted and, Lena, I think you are doing that. But there were other things going on in my head and I must explain them to you, so please listen." I couldn't believe my ears, HE was apologising to us. A great big smile welled up inside me but I was aware of what Jo had said, so I didn't let it out. But it did make me feel all warm inside.

"You see," he carried on, "I was unsure about coming tonight. I know you both love each other and I thought that I might be a bit of a gooseberry on such an important occasion as Jo's birthday. You know, three's a crowd, and all that, but Lena was fairly insistent so I agreed." He looked long at both of us and sipped his coffee.

He looked at Jo, "And here I must apologise directly to you Joanna, you see, you were another reason I was reluctant to come." 

I started to interrupt which brought an abrupt "Shut up Lena," from Jo and a look from him, so I sat back in my chair, sulking.

"Lena has told me all about how you looked after her and everything when she left home and I was sure you were absolutely fond of her, and, I'm sorry, Jo, possibly jealous." 

He seemed very uncomfortable now and she looked at him with her big brown eyes wide open and smiled, "Yes, I do love her and I can see how someone who didn't know me could think that, but I'm not. Not in the slightest, I just want her to be happy."

"Yes," he said, "I realise that now but when I came into the room and saw you standing there, looking like an escapee from the sexiest erotic film ever made," he smiled wanly, "I feared that you might be trying to come between Lena and me by seducing me. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to break up a relationship that way. That sounds terribly arrogant I know, and I don't mean it like that. I'm not doing this very well am I?"

"Oh, I don't know," said Jo, giving him her best smile, "it's not every day one gets paid a complement like that." 

"Well it's . . ." 'true' I was going to say when she shushed me again.

"Lena, be quiet, let Mike and I deal with this," she said smiling at me, then at him.

"That's why I was a bit cool, I'm afraid, it was very, very difficult," he said smiling at her again, "not to ogle you, you look so lovely," and he looked at her with that look. She melted, I know how she felt, because when he looked at me like that, I melted too. It was fantastic, he sort of touched you with his eyes all over at the same time. It was obviously sexual, but there seemed to be more to it than that.

"Oh, I look a mess now," she said, coyly.

This prompted a "Pffff" from me and a sharp look from her.

He laughed, "Oh Lena you're priceless," turning to me, "beautiful, and priceless." I felt all warm, perhaps it was going to be all right. Then he got up and walked over to me. He knelt down in front of the chair, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Do you forgive me?"

My heart exploded with love for him, "You haven't done anything," I said still crying looking for the sympathy vote, "its all my fault."

"I caused you pain, leaving like that. It was selfish and I'm sorry. God, I could hear you crying outside. I never want to hurt you, you know that. Am I forgiven?" 

I reached out for him and hugged him so hard it hurt, "There's nothing to forgive, I love you," I said, "I love you so much. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have treated you like this."

"Well," he said returning to his chair, "I do feel a bit like a prize stallion being presented to a mare. I use the terms loosely, you understand," he laughed, "I'm certainly not a stallion and I'd hardly call you two mares." We all laughed and this lightened the atmosphere a little but we still had the main event to discuss.

"Tonight has ended badly," he said, "and it is Jo's birthday after all. Look, I know that you two have got the next couple of days off. Why don't you let me take you both out tomorrow. We'll have some lunch and, if the weather's good, stay out for dinner. How about it, let me make it up to Jo?" he said looking at me.

I didn't want to let him go without settling something, stupid really, I ought to have realised that he had accepted the idea otherwise why would he have come back, so I began to speak.

"What about, . . . ," I started to say.

"Shut up Lena," said Jo again giving me a withering stare and turning to him, "I think that's a great idea, Mike, what time in the morning."

"About 10:30, is that too early?"

"No, fine," she said, "We'll be ready, won't we Lena."

I was sitting there sulking, twice she'd told me to shut up, so I mumbled a sulky "OK" and continued to feel sorry for myself.

"I'll be going then," he said.

"Show Mike out, Lena," Jo said to me and I got up as he did. He gave Jo a big smile and left towards the front door. Jo whispered urgently in my ear, "For Christ's sake, Lena, snap out of it. Let him leave happy, now go on, you love him don't you. You want him to come in the morning don't you. Now snap out of it!!"

I knew she was right, I was acting like a spoilt 10 year old so I pulled myself together and followed him to the front door. 

He was waiting for me. He took me in his arms and said, "You look a mess." 

I leaned my head on his shoulder, "I know," I said smiling softly at him, "crying never works well with mascara and it makes my eyes sore" .

"I hated seeing you like that, you know. I realised, outside, you know, when I heard you, that, oh hell. I realised that even if you were the worst person in the world I couldn't leave you. I need you too much. My life would be empty now if not for you."

Do you know how words like that can make a girl feel, all gooey inside, soft warm, wanted, loved, needed, held. Oh, words can't really describe how I felt. I never wanted to let him go.

"Don't go, stay with me tonight. Not for anything, you know, just stay with me, please."

"Lena, oh Lena, I'd love to but it wouldn't be fair on Jo. We're not ready for anything yet, we need to get used to the idea and she would be left on her own. No she needs you tonight, its been difficult for her as well Lena. You know she loves you and it showed tonight, you can't leave her alone. I'll see you in the morning, don't worry, I promise." And he kissed me and left. He was like that, he always ended quickly, didn't like long goodbyes.

I went back into the lounge and, I must admit, I was feeling better now, quite pleased with myself in fact, cocky even. Things had turned out OK. He seemed to be thinking about the idea of sharing so did Jo. She was still sitting there, I suppose she must have heard most of what he said. I looked at her smugly and said, "Well, I suppose that didn't end too badly."

She looked at me as angry as I have ever seen her, "Don't be so bloody silly, Caroline," she said, "what you did tonight was stupid, utterly stupid. You embarrassed him and you embarrassed me, and you made a fool of yourself to boot. Now sit down and listen." With that she frogmarched me over to the chair and sat me down. "From now on we go softly and slowly. You don't know what you've got there Lena, he's not like other men. There aren't many who would have come back tonight despite being treated like some commodity."




Caroline Ch. 03.03



"He wasn't," I protested, "it was 'sharing' him."

"But you were, think about it Lena, think about what you're proposing. What does 'share' him mean? Cut him in half, half the week you, the other half me or I take the top half and you the bottom?. What did you mean by it? Do you want us, him and me, to have sex?"

Do you know, despite all that had happened previously and what we'd discussed, I hadn't really thought of it like that. I came to realise that I hadn't thought this all through. Of course, if I suggested 'sharing' Mike I must mean sharing him in all ways mustn't I? I suddenly saw the reason for his anger and Jo's concern. "I suppose I didn't think this out, did I," I said sheepishly.

"No, I'm sure you didn't!" she said vehemently, "that's why I was so shocked when you behaved the way you did. I wanted to spend more time talking about this 'sharing' idea. Don't you see how he would see it. He's not yours to share, is he?"

"But, but, but. . . ," I tried to interrupt.

"Listen Lena, don't interrupt. The logical progression of what you want is for us all to have sex together isn't it. Think about it. To be one big happy family, all loving each other. Then you think that my faith in men will be restored and all will be right with the world. I'm not sure things turn out like that in real life."

"Oh Jo," I said, "Yes, I suppose that is what I want. Look, I love you, and I love Mike. You love me and Mike loves me. The only things missing are Mike loving you and you loving Mike. It's obvious. That's what I want, you to love Mike and Mike to love you."

"Lena, Lena. Off course I would be nice if that happened but you can't engineer it. You have to let things take their course. I like him, he's a rare man I think, and I think he likes me. I felt how he looked at me just now, its just as you say but this is only a start. Trying to force things can only cause problems. You have got to stop pushing. If we all end up in bed together, so be it, it will happen if and when it happens."

Ever the optimist and taking absolutely no notice of what she said, I said, "So you want to go to bed with him?"

"Lena," she said, angry again, "that doesn't matter now. LISTEN. Don't try to force things or it could go badly wrong. You nearly lost everything tonight. Don't let it happen again.

That sobered me and I realised how right she was. I had to let things take their course, but anyway, they both like each other so it will probably be all right.

By this time, it was about 1:00 am, we were both very tired so we went to our beds without clearing up. I found it impossible to sleep I was still tense from what had happened and, despite everything Mike had said, I still wasn't absolutely certain he'd turn up in the morning. The more I thought about it the more I realised how silly and manipulative I'd been and how dangerous a game I was playing. After a long while I realised Jo was right, I had to back off and let things take their course. The other thing that kept me awake was Jo. I could here her crying in her room. This was the first time for a couple of nights she had cried and I supposed that the emotional strain of the last few hours had weakened her resolve. The trouble was, I was in no fit state to go in to her so we existed in our own little miserable worlds until sleep arrived in the early hours. What a rotten birthday I had given Jo.

No sex here but this episode was enjoyable to write because it seemed to develop the characters. I hope you liked it.

To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 03.04



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 3.04

Caroline's Story

(Hi, please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! More 'growing together' and just a little bit of sex at the end!)

Mike takes them out

(Not much sex)

I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and a bit sick. The effect of all the emotional upheaval of last night combined with a fairly brusque hangover made me feel rotten. I hadn't slept very much either, what with worrying about whether Mike would come today and listening to Jo crying. So, not only did I have a hangover, I also felt completely depressed over what I had done last night. I knew that Mike, if he came (and I prayed that he would), would be here on the dot at 10:30 so I had a cool shower and woke Jo. She seemed better than me, she hadn't drunk so much, I suppose, and had not gone through quite the emotional roller coaster I had when Mike left. While she was showering I cooked us both breakfast. I don't often get a hangover but I think that the best cure is a good cooked breakfast so I served that up for both of us. By the time 10:30 arrived we were both ready to go, not at our best but better than earlier.

Mike arrived dead on time as usual and seemed to be his old self.

"Lena, its good to see you. Are you feeling better?" he said as he swept me up into his arms and kissed me.

"Mmmmmm, I'm fine now," I said returning his kiss with interest, relief filling my mind. Then he turned to Jo. I had made Jo take just a little bit more care with makeup this morning and she really did look very good considering!

"You look radiant this morning Joanna, did you sleep well?" and he looked at her in that way. I could see its effect on her, she was melting before my eyes. She looked up at him coyly, "Thanks, Mike. Not too bad, just a couple of dreams."

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows in question and I mouthed 'kiss her' to him. He walked over to her, took hold of her arms gently, and kissed her full on the lips. I could see her legs go when he did this and I knew she was hooked. They really looked good together, her short dark hair framing a truly beautiful face, brown eyes and full lips. She is shorter than me so she had to stand on her toes to kiss him which accentuated her gorgeous figure. I couldn't wait to see them in bed together. He held her for what seemed like ages then they pulled away. I felt a pang of jealousy then, unexpected and unwelcome but pushed it away. Jo was red in the face and had completely lost it, staring up at him with true lust in her eyes, he seemed much calmer as he looked down at her, smiled and said, "We must do that more often."

Then he turned to me, "Lena," he said, "kiss me."

I went to him and kissed him, not like the 'hello' kiss, but the 'god I want you' kiss like the one I assumed he'd given to Jo because she was still standing there wide-eyed. We spent some moments kissing and I whispered in his ear, "Let's not go out, let's stay here and bonk!"

He pulled away from me, "Lena, I've said it once and I'll say it again, you are incorrigible," and he looked at Jo, "I don't think that we're all ready for that, do you Jo?" She, of course, didn't know what he was talking about.

"Ready for what?" she asked still in something of a daze.

He looked at me, "Tell her Lena."

"I suggested that we stay here and bonk," I said somewhat embarrassed. I realised that he was telling me off in his own way. I was pushing again and I realised that I had forgotten everything Jo had said to me last night. "I'm sorry," I said somewhat shamefaced.

Jo looked quite shocked, blushed (it did make her look absolutely gorgeous) and responded confusingly, "Errrr, errr, ummm, no perhaps not." Her hesitation told me that it was not such an unwelcome suggestion to her but this was not the time.

Now I could feel the embarrassment rising and it was only then that all the things that Jo had said to me really hit home. I was being silly. We all needed time to adjust to my suggestion. Even I realised that I had felt just the tiniest bit of jealousy when Mike kissed Joanna so sexily, so I knew now that we had to take it slowly. In a way I felt relieved, I suppose I was finally realising all the complications of a possible three sided relationship. I think that they had both realised it a lot sooner than me. We left then, before things got out of hand.

He took us to a National Trust house and gardens with the most magnificent views and a wonderful restaurant. We didn't walk very much just dawdled and talked then had a lovely lunch. We drove around, stopping now and then to stroll, for the late afternoon and then, at about 7 he took us for dinner. Another lovely restaurant where he was obviously very well known as he was treated with real respect. Although our presence did cause one or two knowing and jealous looks (knowing from the women and jealous from the men!).

When we got home he came in and I made coffee. I could hear him and Jo chatting away in the lounge. It made me feel good that they were getting on so well. When I came in with the coffee Mike turned to me, "Lena, while you and Jo are together can I suggest something for tomorrow and Saturday?"

"Sure." "Go ahead."

"Well," he said, "don't take this the wrong way but I know a fabulous hotel on the south coast, very posh; dressing for dinner and all that. How about we go down there tomorrow and stay overnight. I've booked two rooms provisionally in case you agree. Your one is a suite with a marvellous view over the sea and the sunset. You'll love it. I thought it might make up to Jo for her sad birthday dinner. You can wear your posh frocks. What do you say?"

I looked at Jo and she smiled and nodded 'yes' so I said, "We'd both love to." Then I coyly added looking directly at him and smiling, "Why do we need two rooms?" You see, the problem is, when I get an idea in my head it's very difficult to distract me from my purpose. I did realise, after I said it, that it was silly but there you go!

"Lena," this from Jo, "No."

"Much as I would love to," said Mike, "if we do go forward from here it won't be in a hotel room, that's far too sleazy." He's a very strange man. We do all sorts of things together which I suppose could be called sleazy but he wouldn't even sleep with us in a hotel. The good thing was he said that he wanted to. I knew now that it would be all right because I knew that Jo wanted him as well, I would just have to be patient.

He made a quick phone call confirming the bookings and left. I tried to get him to stay but again he refused.

We were both very tired after the last couple of days so it didn't take me long to go off. What pleased me was that Jo drifted off to sleep before me and I didn't hear her crying during the night.

The next morning we packed an overnight bag and put our dresses in travel bags for the evening. Shoes were a problem but I said we could probably persuade Mike to let us go shopping this afternoon and we could buy some then. He arrived on time as usual but with a surprise. He had hired this marvellous little three seater convertible sports car, bright red in colour.

"You can take turns sitting in the front," he said, "I thought you might enjoy racing about in this."

I was going to be a hot day so we were both dressed in shorts, ankle socks and trainers with thin blouses and very lightweight bras. We both felt very sexy and racing about in this lovely little car was certainly not going to reduce that feeling!

We loaded up and off we went, me in the front and Jo sprawled across the back seat, "This is marvellous," she said, "I feel so free in a car like this." I don't know how he guessed but the one thing to really get Jo hot is a car like this. That's one of the reasons she fell for Steve in the first place. He had this sporty little BMW that she loved. I know that I felt great with the wind blowing my hair and him sitting beside me. I had to keep touching him, I don't know why, and now and again I'd lean over and kiss him and whisper, "I love you." I didn't expect any response while he was driving but I felt better doing it. We changed seats after a while, Jo moving to the front. I must admit that having the whole back seat was great and I could sit up on the back of the seat although Mike very firmly told me not too, he was afraid I would get hurt. I also noticed that Jo was moving towards him and touching him as well. She didn't say anything but I could tell she was getting turned on by his presence.

We stopped for lunch in a lovely little pub miles away from anywhere. Another place where he was well known. He seemed to have lots of friends and acquaintances all over the place. We were treated royally and Jo and I managed at least a bottle and a half of wine as he only drank sparingly so we were a little bit tipsy when we set off. So Jo and I ended up squeezed in the back giggling and laughing until I suddenly realised that we had to get some shoes for tonight. We got to the hotel about 4 o'clock so, after we booked in, Jo and I went out leaving Mike in the bar.

"We've got to get some shoes for tonight," I whispered to him, "we were wearing the bedroom slippers at home and I don't think that they would go down too well at dinner," I added laughing.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll knock for you at 7:30 that way you can make and entrance as most people go down at 7:00. See you later," and he kissed me. As we were in the hotel foyer at the time you can imagine that we got a few stares. I thought dinner would be interesting!

We managed to get some shoes, not too high, to wear with our dresses and now we had time to look at our room, or should I say suite. We had a sitting room, and bedroom with two enormous double beds, and a lovely big balcony that looked almost directly into the sunset. The bathroom was big as well and we had towels, bathrobes and slippers all provided. We both got in the big bath and afterwards, dressed only in bathrobes, sat on the balcony and watched the sun sinking into the west. It was beautiful. Time to get ready. We both made a really special effort to look gorgeous. Jo did anyway in her dress and the broach and earrings Mike had given her made her look even lovelier. Her hair framed her face and the dress, of course, showed almost every contour of her body.

"I feel like a hussy in this," she said, "should I really wear this to dinner. Won't he be embarrassed?"

"I don't think so," I said, "he knows how you look in that and he suggested that you wear it tonight. Its for your birthday after all."

"You look lovely as well," she said, "that pendant suits you so well." I was wearing the pendant he gave me last Sunday and the matching earrings. My dress wasn't quite as revealing as Jo's but it certainly didn't hide any of my good points, showing off my bottom very well.

He called at 7:30 on the dot and we went down to dinner. As we approached the dining room the head waiter came up, I thought he looked familiar, and said, "Buona notte, signor Mike. I have your table as ordered."

"Grazie, Franco," he said, "Lena, meet Franco, Silvio's brother. Franco this is Caroline and her friend, Joanna."

He looked at me and smiled, "Silvio is not telling lie when he say you are beautiful Caroline, I am pleased to meet you. And you, signorina Joanna are beautiful also, it is good to meet you. Your signor is a very lucky man."

We both smiled sweetly at him and hung one each on Mike's arm as he led us into the dining room which was almost full. I could feel lots of eyes on us perhaps trying to figure out our relationship. I could sense some of the men ogling us and some of the women tut, tutting so I stopped, bent down and fixed my shoe then up again and kissed Mike on the cheek. He laughed as we stopped in the middle of the room, "Come sweethearts," he said fairly loudly, "dinner first," and kissed us both. I realised that he could play this game better than both of us because this made us both blush which in turn made Jo even lovelier (blushing doesn't do much for me).

Franco sat us down at a lovely table looking out over the sea so that we could look out at the view and back into the room. On the plates at our seats was a small gift-wrapped package. 

"Presents," he said, "for beautiful women to wear."

We opened them and inside were two of the most beautiful bracelets, one matching Jo's brooch, the other my pendant.

"Oh it's lovely," said Jo, "what have I done to deserve this?" she added archly.

"Nothing as yet," he said loud enough for a few tables to hear, and then more intimately, "It's some more birthday present to make up for Wednesday."

"Thank you," she said, leant over and kissed him.

While this was going on I put mine on, god knows how much they cost and when did he get them? "What's mine for?" I asked coyly.

"Because I love you," he said simply looking at me with all blue eyes. I started to cry. I just wanted to hold him so tight, we weren't in a restaurant at that moment, just somewhere together. Oh how I loved him. 

He got up and gave me his handkerchief, "Don't forget," he whispered, "crying is not good for mascara." 

I reached up and kissed him, "I love you," I whispered back. I dabbed at my face with his hankie and looked at Jo who was watching us with love in her eyes. 

She smiled, "Not too much damage," she said with a laugh and with that dinner began.

I was quite a long meal with lots to drink, the food was marvellous and the service, with Franco looking after us specifically, was wonderful. Afterwards we went to the bar where a small combo was playing music and a few people were dancing on the small dance floor. We got some drinks and sat down listening to the music when the leader spoke into the microphone, "We have a young lady named Joanna here today who has just celebrated her birthday so this is for her." They played a couple of bars of 'Happy Birthday' and then went into 'Love walked right in'. I knew that Mike had arranged this as Gershwin was one of his favourite composers. Jo looked at him wistfully and smiled her gorgeous smile. After this the leader again went to the mike and said, "And now a tune for a lady who I am told is the most beautiful here, Caroline, and the bonus is, I can sing this one by Charles Aznavour, 'She'." I knew this song too, so I knew it was Mike. I kissed him deeply and started to cry again, he says things with songs. They get right to the point he says and the music embellishes the meaning.

The rest of the evening was wonderful. We each had a little dance. We had to drag him to the floor, he said he wasn't much of a dancer and, sadly, that's true, he wasn't but we got round. He took us back to our room about midnight and he kissed Jo goodnight at the door and she went inside.

"Stay," I said, "I want you tonight. And I think Jo does too. Please stay."

"No, Lena. It's still not fair on Jo. Not fair on any of us really. Don't you think I want to," he laughed, "I've never been with two woman at once: bit of a fantasy really. Seriously, yes I do want to but I don't want to hock the future. Go in and make love to Jo, it's her birthday treat, make it good for her. We'll discuss the future later."

I pouted at him but he wasn't going to change his mind, I knew that, so I gave him a big kiss to show him what he was missing and he left with a smile on his face, "See you at 8:00 for breakfast. Enjoy yourself," he said as he disappeared.

Jo was sitting on the balcony in her dressing gown when I came back into the room. It was still warm despite being past midnight. "I asked him again to stay," I said, "but he wouldn't. Said it was unfair to all of us especially you. Do you know what he told me to do?"

"No," she said, "but I'll guess."

"Go on then, what did he tell me to do?"

"He told you to make love to me didn't he?"

"How did you know that?" I asked astonished, "You must have overheard."

"No," she said smiling up at me, "I think I'm beginning to understand him. Of course he won't stay with us. This is a hotel. I bet he thinks of hotels as places for secret assignations not somewhere you have a one night stand with someone you love and he loves you Caroline, loves you very much. I can see that when he looks at you. I think that he likes me, he kisses me like it and I know I like him but I agree with him. Here would not be the right place for the three of us to begin our journey together. 

"I can't believe what a wonderful day and evening he's given us, it has certainly made up for Wednesday and these bracelets, they must have cost the earth they're so beautiful."

"But how did you know he would say that to me. I don't understand."

"Because today was MY day, for my birthday. All this was for me wasn't it. Of course for you as well but primarily for me. He doesn't feel ready to come in here and make love to me himself so he would suggest that you do it, for my birthday, don't you see?"

And I did. I could see that this three sided relationship was going to be interesting, fun and very stimulating. I went back into the room, undressed and returned to the balcony. 

"Jo," I said pensively, "I've been thinking."

"Oh dear, what now?"

"No, listen. You haven't been with Mike on your own yet have you," she raised her eyebrows questionably, "no," I laughed, "not like that. I mean together for a meal or something so that you can get to know each other a bit better. What do you think?"

"Mmm, it would be nice to get to know him a little better before we go the whole hog, as it were. What are you thinking?"

"Well, I've got to work all next week so I won't be able to see him on Tuesday as usual. How about you go out to lunch with him instead, you're off Tuesday aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," she was obviously considering it, "I think I'd like that. Do you mind, won't you be jealous?"

I laughed, "I'm over that, I told you. I'm not jealous of you and Mike. In fact I can't wait to see the two of you together, and take part myself," I added.

"OK," she said, "will you talk to Mike about it?"

"Yes, I'll arrange it on Sunday. He's sure to want to and I know you will really enjoy yourself in his company. He's so different from all the other men we've ever been out with."

I looked at her again, sitting there; the light from the room highlighting her hair and I realised how much I loved her. The night air on my body was cool but stimulating. She looked over to me and I said lovingly, "Happy birthday. I love you," and I kissed her, "come to bed, let's make love."

"Yes," she replied kissing me back, "Let's make love." So we did.

The next morning we both awoke completely refreshed. Jo had not woken at all during the night, I know because I cuddled her for most of it. We showered and were ready when Mike knocked to take us to breakfast.

"I've booked this room all day," he said, "so you can use all the facilities of the hotel, including the roof top pool, until we leave. It's going to be a lovely day so I'm going to sit by the pool after breakfast." 

"That's great," I said and to Jo, "let's go shopping and get a swimsuit." So after breakfast off we went shopping and both bought swimsuits. Mine was a one-piece (I'm afraid my shape doesn't look good in a bikini) but I persuaded Jo to buy one. It looked fabulous on her. We also bought some new underwear. I got this lovely silky thing that was nearly see-through, it's called a 'teddy' (why I don't know). It felt really sexy and comes off very easily. I was going to wear it for Mike the next day. I didn't manage to persuade Jo to buy anything today, but her camisole would certainly do the trick when necessary!

When we got back to the hotel we went straight to our room and changed into swimsuits then strolled up to the rooftop pool. Mike was laying on a lounger dressed in his swimsuit. I must say that he cut quite a figure, there wasn't much fat on him and he looked quite impressive. We strolled over to him and each sat beside him chattering away about our shopping.




Caroline Ch. 03.04



"Let's swim," said Jo and danced off to the pool. Now she is an excellent swimmer and, with a dive, she was scooting down the pool. Then she turned over on her back and shouted, "Come on lazybones," and continued to race along. We both stood by the side watching her and Mike turned to me, smiled, and said, "She looks lovely in that bikini, did you choose it for her?"

"Not really, she seems to be coming out of her depression. Today was the first time for ages that she actually took the trouble to choose something for herself. She does look good in it doesn't she? Do you fancy her," I asked archly.

"You are a little minx," he laughed at me, "of course I do, who wouldn't? She can certainly swim," he added watching her race along.

"Yes, she nearly represented England at one time but she had an injury to her arm that prevented her. Go on, you race her."

He laughed, "I know when I'm beaten," he said, "but I'll give it a go just to please you. Call her back."

"Jo," I shouted, "Mike wants to race you. Come here." She swam up and laughed, she looked like a water nymph.

"What's the prize," she asked when she swam back.

I looked at Mike, "A kiss," he said, laughing, "then nobody loses."

"Come on then, I'll start here, 4 lengths, you dive in."

"OK," I said as I jumped in the pool, "I'll count – on 1. 3, 2, 1." And off they went. I will say that he stayed ahead of her for about two laps then she caught him up and passed him easily. Only in the last length did she slow down to let him catch up. They finished almost together but she won. They stood in the shallow water and she said to him, with a big smile on her face, "Where's my prize?" He grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips, a good one I could see. By this time, of course, almost everybody around the pool was watching what was happening. I think that they knew this because this kiss went on for ages, they both finally sank into the water and continued below before jumping up apart.

"Wowee," she said laughing, "is that all?"

He let out a great guffaw, "You're worse than Lena," he said looking at me, "perhaps we'll have to think of something else, any ideas Lena?" Now everyone was looking at me so I decided to play along.

"Oh, I think that something might come up later that will serve as a prize, don't you Jo?" and I licked my lips suggestively. She blushed, he laughed out loud, and I could feel the disapproving eyes of some to the people around the pool. He got out and watched Jo climb from the pool. I must say that the bikini did her justice, she looked like Aphrodite emerging from the waves (except that she is dark). Her body looked fabulous and, as she was regaining her confidence in herself, she looked like the beautiful woman she was.

Mike drew his breath through his teeth, "By god, you're lovely Jo," he said for all to hear. She blushed again (making her even lovelier) and pecked his cheek.

We all towelled each other off and spent the rest of the morning lazing in the sun. We changed for lunch and met Franco who joined us. He is a lovely man who spent most of the time paying us both compliments much to Mike's delight. He and Mike were obviously very good friends. After lunch Mike suggested that we go to the beach for a while.

"I know a quiet little bay where we can swim in the sea. The tide is in so it'll be quite safe. How about it, want to try." Then conspiratorially, "It's so quiet that you can skinny dip if you want to," he added laughing.

This sounded good to both of us so we all piled into the little sports car and off we went. After about half an hour we turned into a very narrow track that had a gate across it. Mike got out and unlocked the gate, drove through and then locked it behind us. "Just to make sure we aren't disturbed," he said. I wondered where this would lead, did he want to have sex here on the beach. I didn't think so, he seems to prefer to make love in the bedroom or at least indoors but you never know with Mike, he comes up with some interesting ideas!

We drove down the bumpy track and onto this lovely little cove. It was full in the afternoon sun and the sea was right in, leaving only about 20 feet of beach. He left the car on the track and we unloaded the towels and blankets. We all had our swimming cossies on underneath our clothes so it didn't take long to get into the water. It was chilly at first but we soon warmed up. After a while we lay on the blankets and soaked up the sun. Jo was the first to strip of completely, to get a tan she said, I think she just wanted to show her body off to Mike. He certainly couldn't take his eyes off her as she stripped off.

"You look lovely," he said and, do you know, I felt a another pang of jealousy. Was I going to be able to handle him with her? I had the feeling that, perhaps, I had bitten off more than I could chew. But, do you know, Mike is wonderful. After saying this to her he turned to me and said, "Come on Caroline, get your kit off and then I can feast my eyes on two beautiful women at the same time." And he hugged me and kissed me hard. That made me feel ok, so I stripped off as well and we both paraded for him.

"Enough, enough, I give in," he said laughing, "this is death by pleasant torture," as we danced around in front of him. Then off to the sea to swim naked. We both called to him to join us and finally he did, "Perhaps it will cool me down," he said laughing and chasing both of us. We had a wonderful time in the sea that afternoon, no sex just acting like kids really, splashing each other, dunking, all those things we used to do as kids: then sunbathing naked. It was exhilarating and I could see that Jo had really thrown off her depression and was back to her old self. At least, so far, my plan was working. We hadn't shared Mike in bed yet but at this level he was obviously good for her.

About 4 o'clock he said, "Look, if it's ok with you two, we'll have dinner at the hotel tonight. Is that OK?"

"Oh yes,." "Yes." We both agreed, "but what shall we wear," I said with a look of horror on my face, "we can't possibly go down in the same dresses as last night."

"That's OK," he said, "we'll get dressed and drive into town. There are a couple of dress shops, quite posh actually, that I'm sure we can find something beautiful enough to grace you two." See what I mean, doesn't it make you feel good when a man says that sort of thing to you, and means it!

So off we went into town and he bought us a dress each. Both were quite daring. Mine short and very revealing, showing off my legs, which he said were well worth showing off, and accentuating my bottom. Jo's was much more refined but still sexy. A deep 'v' neck and a completely plunging back line made it look as though she had nothing on above the waist other than a slim bodice. It showed off her tits fantastically well. It was longer than mine and reached to the floor. He joked that they showed off our best points, and he was right.

Dinner that evening was again fabulous. He had two more presents for us, tiny, tiny matching earrings, diamond with rubies for me and with sapphires for Jo. I don't know where he got them. We both put them on and kissed him in front of the whole restaurant, I don't know (perhaps I do though!) what they all thought. We left the hotel after dinner and arrived home about 11. I insisted that he come in and have a coffee so that we could talk and I know that Jo wanted to thank him properly for her birthday treat. She had to work tomorrow (earlies) so I knew that Mike and I would be alone, I also didn't want him to leave tonight so was going to do my best to get him to stay. I'd quickly discussed it with Jo and she was happy for him to stay, "as long as you don't make too much noise," she had laughed.

He came in and sat down while Jo and I made coffee. We came back in to the lounge and chatted while drinking our coffee. After a while Jo got up and kissed Mike, saying, "Thanks Mike for a lovely time. This is the nicest birthday I've had. I really enjoyed myself and thank you for the lovely presents." Then she kissed him again, a kiss that promised a lot, lot more. She smiled at me and said, "I'll leave you two alone, I've got to get up and 5 so, goodnight," and with that she kissed us both and went to bed.

I said to Mike, "I haven't thanked you for the last three days either. Jo has cheered up no end, she fancies you a lot you know."

He smiled, "I've enjoyed myself as well," he said, "it's not every day that one gets to be entertained by two very beautiful women, especially when one of them is as gorgeous as you!" God, he makes me melt. There was no way I was going to let him go home tonight even if I had to handcuff him to the banister. I walked over and sat on his lap, hugged him, and gave him a kiss full of promise. I could feel him getting hard under my bottom.

"I'd better go," he said, "it's late."

"Don't go, please stay tonight. I want you so badly and I need you now. I was jealous, you know, when you kissed Jo like that," I admitted to him, "I need you to love me."

"Oh Lena," he said, holding me tightly, "I do love you, you must know that. If you don't want me to, I won't flirt with Jo. I don't want you to be jealous. You know I love you," he ended emphasizing the last word. 

"I know. I'm being silly. It's something I'm going to have to get used to. I want you to flirt with Jo and, if you want to, make love to her and to me, but I want you tonight so much"

"How will Jo feel if I stay?" he asked and I knew he would now.

"I asked her earlier. She's quite pleased, just said 'don't make too much noise'," I added laughing.

"OK, I'd love to stay and just take you tonight," he said holding me even tighter, "I'll stay, I don't want to leave you either. I want to love you gently, properly, in your own bed." We kissed and I led him to my bedroom.

"Do you know you're the first man ever to come into my bedroom," I said. 

"I hope I cum in your bedroom," he said laughing and hugging me and kissing me with an 'I want you badly' kiss.

I was getting hot by now. I just wanted to feel him in my mouth and then in my pussy, to feel him pumping his spunk into my womb. I wanted to do it properly tonight, not fancy, no back door, just him inside me. I think he felt the same. I could certainly feel his cock getting hard as he pressed against me. I started to take his shirt off, as usual he wore no vest and I ran my fingers through the hairs on his chest. I liked the feel of his hairs against my boobs so I encouraged him to undo my blouse. He did this quickly and began to kiss my neck and shoulders, moving down slowly to my boobs. I reached up behind me and undid my bra so that he could get at my nipples and the underside of my tits which I loved him to kiss. He started on my nipples, always very sensitive, and in no time they were both at full size like little hazel nuts. He sucked and nibbled with his mouth and tweaked gently with his fingers as I stood there enjoying the feeling of being loved. Then he started on the underside of my boobs, this is HEAVEN. He kisses and licks and sucks for ages but, by now, my legs were getting very shaky so I sat down on the bed and pulled him with me.

I was determined to suck him before he entered me. I was sure he would be very hard tonight after watching both of us parading around for him over the last few days and I wanted to feel him in my throat. I'd have to be careful however, because he's not like the naughty stories where they fire every five minutes, so I wouldn't want him to cum in my mouth (well not this time anyway). I pushed him onto his back and undid his trousers, pulled them down and off, together with his shoes and socks. His pants had difficulty keeping his erection down, it was peeking over the top of the elastic so I took hold and gently began to blow on it as I pulled his boxers down. Finally he was naked and I could concentrate on his penis. I couldn't help thinking how lovely it was. A pillar of flesh, hard and throbbing, with a dribble of precum leaking out of the tiny pee-hole. I cradled his balls in my hand and began to kiss and lick them. He likes this but it doesn't make him cum so it's good to slow him down a bit. Then I began on his erection, starting at the bottom, nibbling and pulling his pubes with my tongue just like he does to me. I continued by licking him from bottom to top coating it with as much saliva as I could. I was really enjoying myself, I love playing with him with my tongue and mouth. Finally I began sucking his cockhead very gently and I got the heavenly taste of his precum. I had to be careful, I sensed he was full of spunk tonight and would cum very easily so I only used my tongue to stimulate the head, I didn't suck.

He tensed and stilled then he said huskily, "Lena, take your skirt off, I want to lick you as well." We didn't do 69 very often, we both liked to concentrate on what we were doing but tonight it seemed appropriate so I quickly stood up and slipped off my skirt and out of my knickers then climbed back over his head. He immediately began to lick my sex which was, by now very wet, and to suck my clit. This brought on my first tiny orgasm during which he continued to suck the juices from my pussy. Mindful of Jo, I had to be very quiet and that's not like me. Once my orgasm passed I could begin again on his erection. He continued to suck me and to lick right up to my anus but he didn't concentrate there tonight, he stayed licking and sucking my pussy.

I took him in my mouth again and decided it was time to deep throat him. I know he loves this although he doesn't always cum. He says it's just the naughtiness of the action that he loves and that the stimulation of his penis isn't that great. I like doing it because he likes it and I love the feeling of him deep in my throat. But it is an art, if you're not careful you can gag, make yourself sick, and spoil the whole thing. Also it can be difficult to breathe, especially with one as big as his as it closes off your windpipe. The secret is to swallow it on the in stroke and breathe on the out stroke. Getting the rhythm can be difficult but once you've got it it's OK.

So I swallowed his erection until I could feel his pubes on my nose. I LOVE that feeling. I've got all of him inside my mouth and swallowing squeezes his penis. Then I pull back, breathe and take him all in again. As I pull back I wash him with my tongue and form my lips into an 'O' shape to give him the most pleasure. I did this for a while then I could feel him tense so I pulled away and stopped knowing that he would cum if I carried on. He stopped licking me as well and I knew that he was close. After a moment he whispered down to me. "I want to kiss you, bella donna, mi avanti." Ooohhh, that really turns me on. I moved round so we could kiss and we did, long and tender as his hands stroked my back and bottom.

"Oh, Lena, how I love you," he whispered throatily in my ear then kissed me again gently probing with his tongue. I answered him and our tongues met and danced together slowly and tenderly. I pulled away and, looking deep into his lovely now blue eyes said, "Make love to me, now, please. I want to feel you cum deep inside me, fill my womb, NOW!" I ended with an imperative, I wanted him. My orgasms had been many and tiny whilst he ate me and I sucked him but now I wanted the real thing. I knew this would be a big one as I lay on my back and opened myself to him.

He moved to cover me and, as he always did, held his weight on one arm and with the other hand guided his very hard erection across my vagina and clit, stroking up and down with the head. I was in seventh heaven but I WANTED him in me, I was desperate. I looked him straight in the eye, "I love you, Mike," I said, "love me, now."

With that he smiled his wan smile and pushed himself into me at least halfway. I had an orgasm immediately, I was so high for him. I smiled up at him, "Oh yes, that's lovely, more please." So he pushed the rest inside me, right up to the hilt. I could feel his pubes on mine and when I looked into his eyes I could see total exhilaration as he buried himself in my tight honeypot. Oh how I loved him at that moment, totally in me, totally mine. I squeezed my vaginal muscles to increase his enjoyment and his pupils disappeared in his pleasure. Then he started to move inside me, slowly in and out, almost all the way out but then totally in, deep. My legs came up behind his back to hold him in me and my hands clasped his buttocks. Neither of us lasted very long. I never wanted him to leave my body at that moment and my orgasm, gigantic, was hitting me like a wave crashing on the beach. I screamed, "Aaaaaggghhh," as I came and then I felt him pulsing in me, filling me with his cream. Five or six pulses that my body graciously accepted as his offering and I squeezed to milk him as dry as I could. He was groaning in his pleasure and finally lowered his body on to mine and kissed me deeply as he finished depositing his spunk deep inside my womb. At that moment I wished that he could give me a baby, I wanted it, something of his growing inside me. Oh, how I loved him. I started to cry, I don't know why, I just did. In happiness, I suppose. He noticed and hugged me so tightly, not hurting, but loving. His penis stayed inside me and didn't get soft so quickly this time. He was obviously very excited and I knew that tomorrow was going to be good.

We continued kissing and cuddling, fondling each other as he grew soft and fell out of my vagina.

"I'm glad you stayed," I said, "are you glad?"

"Bloody hell, yes," he said breathlessly, "Lena, I love you, you know that don't you?"

"Yes," I said, and I did, "that was the best fuck I've ever had," I added looking deep into his eyes, "was it good for you?"

"What a silly question, of course it was but we probably woke Jo."

"Yes, you did," came a sleepy voice from the doorway and we both looked at Jo standing there in her nightdress smiling at us. "Can I join you?" she said with a flick of her head.

"I've no objection," said Mike, "but I won't be much use, I'm fucked. Or rather," he added laughing down at me, "she's fucked and I'm knackered for a good while."

"I don't want to do anything just hug," she said. I think that she felt a bit left out just as Mike said she would so we both held our arms open and she joined us on the bed. I was a bit of a squeeze but we got each side of her and held her tightly just to show that we loved her. Mike smiled at me over her head and mouthed, "I love you, I wish I could get a hard on and satisfy you both."

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance," I said laughing back at him.

"What chance?" asked Jo sleepily.

"Never you mind," I said smiling, "just go to sleep." It was a tight squeeze and Mike and I had to keep still, but she soon nodded off, cuddled by both of us. Pretty soon we dropped off to sleep as well, I felt fulfilled and loved. It was a wonderful feeling.

Not much sex here but please vote and comment.

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 04.01



Caroline's story:

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!) 

Sunday morning and Shakespeare!

I woke when Jo got up to go to work, she just 'ssshhhed' me and I went off again. When next I woke it was to birds singing, the sun shining through my bedroom window and an iron bar sticking in my bum. I turned over and realised that it was Mike's penis, rock hard, that was prodding me. I don't think I'd ever seen him this hard and I grabbed hold of it just to make sure. This woke him up and he smiled at me, "What's up, beautiful?" he said smiling languidly at me, not yet fully awake.

"It looks like this is," I said laughing, "I've never seen you as hard as this before."

"Oh, that," he said, "that's 'piss proud'."

"Piss proud," I said, "what does that mean?"

"Well," he said, awake now, "sometimes in the morning men wake up with this tremendous hard on. It's not sexual, it's a reaction to not peeing overnight."

"Doesn't it hurt? It looks soooo big," said, thinking what it would be like inside me (what a minx, but you must take advantage of situations, mustn't you?).

"No, it doesn't hurt," he replied laughing at my obvious desire, "but you might as well take advantage of it if you want. I'll lay back and think of England, I won't cum so take as long as you like" he added with a big smile on his face. I wasn't going to say no to this, he was BIG, so I got his hand and put it on my pussy then pulled his face to me. "You're not going to get away without doing something," I said kissing him then pushing his head down to my boobs, "Suck these and exercise those digits. That's an order," I ended laughing with him.

"Yes mistress, anything you say mistress, don't punish me. Please don't sit on my poor hard on. Please don't make me suck your nipples and play with your clit."

This made me curl up with laughter which he caught and began laughing as well. Then he kissed my nipples and started to stroke my sex with his fingers. Oh heaven, he found my clit. He sucked on each nipple and kissed under my boobs which really turned me on. His fingers in my vagina and his attention to my boobs had made me very wet by now and I wanted this huge penis inside me. I think that he must have gained another inch at least. I needed to wake with him more often!

I rolled him onto his back and he looked up at me, chuckled, and said, "Come on then, all aboard for the skylark!"

I wasn't in the mood for play by now, I just wanted his rock solid manhood inside me, so I straddled his hips, grasped it at the base like a tennis racket and stroked my pussy with the head. Then I slowly sank down on his erect penis until I hit my hand. I had half in and it felt as if he was already all in. He must have gained in girth as well as length – this was heaven. I bounced a few times and looked down at him. He was smiling up at me, enjoying the sight of me enjoying myself with his body. Who says we aren't in control?

After a little while just taking half in me I removed my hand and sank down the rest of the way until I could feel him knocking at the door of my cervix. It drove the breath from my body. Ooohhh, this was a weird feeling, good but weird. He continued to look at me and then reached up and started to play with my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples as only he could. I started to bounce up and down on him. I could feel him deep inside me as my first orgasm arrived. Throwing my head back, I bore down on him, getting him deeper inside than ever before. My arms went behind me to support my weight as I bounced up and down on this gristly muscle inside me. I heard him call out, "Caroline, Caroline" and I came down from my high. Leaning forward I kissed him hard and pushed my tongue in his mouth. He opened and tongues entwined in their usual dance. I suddenly realised he was getting excited. 

I pulled away and looked into his eyes, "Will you cum?" I asked hopefully.

"I don't know," he said, "can you turn round. I want to see your bottom and that tiny little tunnel of pleasure."

"You won't get it all in there now," I said sadly.

"No, I don't want to go there, just to look and imagine."

"The next time I wake with you I'm going to be ready," I said, "you can fuck my tight little arse with that piss proud cock of yours." I knew that this kind of talk would excite him, it certainly did me. I really wanted him to cum. I was sure there would be tons of spunk despite the fact that he came just a few hours ago. "I can't wait to get this hard cock in my arse, pounding away at me, and filling me with spunk. Won't you fuck my arse, please arsefuck me, go on bugger me." That should turn him on I thought as I turned round on his erection. I was quite practised at this by now because he liked it so much. Lift one leg, lean a bit, lift the other, lean a bit and so on. I quite enjoyed it. It gave funny sensations in the vagina. I thought at that moment that I would try it with his cock in my bottom, that might be interesting.

I leant forward and began to pump his penis. His hands reached forward and began to squeeze and knead my bottom cheeks. Then his finger found my anus and I knew that he was going to cum. I certainly was, again! He pushed one finger past my sphincter which I opened for him and then followed with another. Bliss, oh, bliss and he started to move against me, lifting his hips and thrusting into me. Then he took his fingers from my rectum and left an empty feeling. I looked back to see him sucking them, tasting me, I couldn't believe it. 

He smiled, "Sorry," he said and he continued to thrust into me, "no lube." Then he put both fingers back in my bottom. I was pushing down on him and he thrust upwards and felt him soooo deep in me that my orgasm seemed to come from my chest. Of course, in this position my clit was banging into him all the time and that was making it even better. Add two fingers stuck up my bottom and I was in seventh heaven and cumming like nothing else. I let out a shriek, "Oh yes, fuck me, yes, yes, yes." I kept on as my second orgasm hit it's peak.

Then he pulled his fingers from my arse and both hands pulled me down onto his erection not allowing me to move, "Oh FUCKING HELL," he shouted and he started to pulse but not much came out. I could feel his prick pulsing as he tried to shoot his juice into me so I squeezed my vaginal muscles to milk him. I looked back at him and saw his eyes had completely glazed over in his ecstasy and watched him as he continued to moan, "Fucking hell, bloody hell," as he continued to pulse and thrust with not much happening. It was fantastic, I nearly came again just thinking about how I had given him and orgasm while being 'piss proud' as he called it. I could do this to him?

He pulled his himself from me, "Jesus, Caroline, that hurt!" he said.

"Hurt, I thought you enjoyed it," I said surprised and somewhat taken aback. I thought it had been good for him.

"Well," he said, smiling up at me "it was good but it still hurt. You see, when it's like this," pointing to his erection, "the spunk can't get through so you have all the feelings but no release. I was still good though, you can always do that again."

"So you'll still have plenty for later on," I said to him archly, and leant down and kissed him.

"Oh yes," he said, "I'm going to bonk you silly today. I've watched you two beautiful, delectable, fetching young women for three days now. I am bloody ready for you."

I laughed down at him, "It's a pity Jo's not here then isn't it?"

"It is, I suppose, but I'll make do with you," he said hugging me tight. It was going to be a GOOD day. I knew I was going to ask him if we could watch one of his movies today. He said he'd never been with two women so I was going to use that as an excuse and suggest that he might get some ideas.

We climbed up and I sent him to freshen up and to relieve the pressure on his bladder. I had breakfast ready for him when he came out, I stayed in my dressing gown. The first thing he hid was undo it and stand back looking at me. He looked at me for what seemed ages but was only a few seconds, "God you're beautiful, I just wanted to remind myself of the fun we're going to have today," he said laughing and kissing me, "now, what's for breakfast?." He made me feel very special!

After breakfast and clearing up I left him in the lounge whilst I got myself ready. A long bath, enema just in case, a little perfume and makeup, then, what should I wear today? I'd bought the lovely 'teddy' on Saturday but I wanted to save that for this afternoon, I thought it might have quite an effect on him, so I decided on fairly ordinary underwear. I chose a light blouse in scarlet (he adores dark reds) and borrowed one of Jo's long skirts and a pair of boots with 2 inch heels. The high heels together with the skirt really showed off my bottom and the skirt had the advantage of opening all down one side, very convenient. I spent some time on my hair, curling it at the bottom, trying to look my very best for him. All this took some time and I wondered if he might be getting impatient waiting for me.

I walked into the lounge and twirled in front of him, "Will I do?" I asked laughing.

"I don't know," he said slowly looking me up and down, "no, its no good. You're far to beautiful for me. Are you meeting someone else?" he ended seriously. 

I threw my arms round his neck and kissed him, "No, I'm all dressed up for you."

"I'm honoured, you look absolutely delectable. Far to good for me," he smiled kissing me back, "now let's get to my place so I can shave and change."

I had packed my little bag with the 'teddy' so I was ready. Off we went in the little sports car. I'm afraid that I snuggled up to him all the way. For some reason, bearing in mind I had had loads of orgasms over the last 12 hours, I was very hot indeed. I suppose that the more you get the more you want. However, as usual when driving, he didn't take that much notice of me and I knew him too well now to try and distract him, much as I longed to suck his penis as we drove along. I had thought that would be interesting but I knew he wouldn't go for it.

When we got to his house I waltzed down the path swaying my bottom for him. I was going to have him there today of that I was certain. When we got inside I said, "Look, I'll get everything ready while you shower and change, OK?"

Giving me a big kiss and a hug he said, "Yes, see you in a while."

I pottered around the kitchen getting lunch ready and when he returned I was surprised to see he was still in his dressing gown. He stood in the doorway, smiled, and said, "Come here woman, I want to kiss you." I could see from his eyes that he was VERY excited, why I don't know but I wasn't about to pass this up! I started to take of the apron but he said, "NOW," with a mock serious expression on his face

"Yes master," I said softly, lowering my eyes and going along with his playfulness. I walked over to him. He lifted my head, put his arms round me and planted a kiss on my lips. This one said 'I want to fuck you now' and his tongue immediately pushed into my mouth. Mine met his there and we began to exchange tongues as his hands went down my back and caressed my bottom. I could feel his hardness pressing into my stomach. I tried to reach down to touch his cock but he pulled away and said smiling, "Mustn't touch the merchandise until you intend to use it. Lets go upstairs." And with that he picked me up! And carried me upstairs. He'd never done that before, it was sooooo sexy.

When we got to the bedroom he laid me on the bed fully clothed. He untied the apron and took it off then stood at the side of the bed looking down at me. "Bloody hell but you're a beautiful woman," he said with lust in his voice. It's really lovely when a man says things like this before he makes love to you. I felt so sexy, so valued, so wanted, so beautiful and I'm not really. Boobs too small, bum too big and a face that only someone looking through the eyes of love would call beautiful, cute maybe, homely possibly, but not beautiful. Jo was beautiful, I was cute, I suppose, but he made me feel beautiful, like a goddess. I smiled up at him, "Liar," I said, "my boobs are too small, my bum's to big and I'm ugly!"

He laughed down at me, "You're fishing again," he said, "I think that you're beautiful. Tu sei una bella donna, ti amo, Caroline, ti amo." And he leant down and kissed me, softly, tenderly. I melted there on his bed. Oh how I loved him then. He pulled away and looked down at me again, and softly began to speak,

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" and he kissed me again.

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate:" and he caressed my cheek.

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May," now undoing my

blouse.

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date:" another button.

"Sometimes to hot the eye of heaven shines," another button.

"And often is his gold complexion dimmed," again.

"And every fair from fair sometime declines," the last one.

"By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed," another kiss.

"But thy eternal summer shall not fade," now undoing my bra.

"Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st," a kiss on each naked

breast.

"Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade," each nipple sucked.

"When in eternal lines to time those grow'st," a kiss on the lips.

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see," each breast caressed.

"So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Each line was like a soft caress all over my body, can you believe it, he's making love to me with a Shakespeare sonnet. He made every word important, every word counted. Oh god, if you never experience this you haven't lived. It's sooooo sexy, surely that's what they were written for, to seduce women and they do. And the words, so lovely. I couldn't cope now, I had to hold him so I reached up, put my hands around his neck and pulled him to me. I hugged him so tightly and I started to cry, "Thank you, thank you, I love you," I sobbed in his ear.

"Ssshh," he whispered, "I told you, you're beautiful. Now do you believe me."

"Yes," I said. How could I not when he treats me like this. "Love me," I said pulling us apart and looking deep into his almost totally blue eyes.

He kissed me again and said with mock seriousness, "Now to the business of examining the prize." I guessed now what he was going to do. This was going to be a very frustrating, enjoyable, exciting morning and I was already very, very excited by the sonnet and his kissing my boobs. I realised that it had been a mistake to wear the skirt, at least for me: I couldn't get any stimulation of my pussy. I was going wild and I knew he was going to be ages before he got there. It was soooo frustrating but soooo exciting.

Suddenly he stood up and went to the end of the bed and started to take off my boots. Of course, I'd forgotten them. He undid the laces, took them off and then the short white socks I'd put on. Then he did the funniest thing, he started to massage my feet and, after a while, to suck and lick my toes. 

"You've got lovely feet," he said and his tongue flicked underneath my toes and his hands stroked my ankle and shin. It tickled a bit but when he sucked my big toes one after another, it was really exciting. No one had ever done this to me. I never thought that my feet could be sexy but what he was doing was turning me on. He continued doing this for quite a while then pushing my skirt up a bit, moved to my calf's, kissing, licking and stroking. I was getting very, very wet and longed to be touched on my clit or cunt (you see, even now!) but he didn't go any higher, just continued on my lower legs then back to sucking my toes.

Finishing with this he moved back beside me and began to kiss my boobs again. Firm sucking on my nipples soon brought them back to attention and he gently bit and flicked them just enough to really excite me but not to hurt. As he was doing this he would also kiss the soft underside of my tits, that tender area that's so sensitive. 

"Oh yes," I moaned, "keep doing that but, please, hurry up and get to my pussy!"

He looked up, smiled, and said, "Patience pretty one, patience. It will be much better for the waiting."

"Sod the waiting," I laughed, " I want it NOW." This didn't move him as he continued to gently caress my tits before moving down across my tummy with a little lick in my button. He started to undo my skirt, Oh thank god, I thought, he's getting to my pussy! Wrong! He undid the skirt all the way down and moved it away from my body. Now I was naked except for my panties, and not very sexy ones at that! He didn't take these off, just began to stroke, kiss and lick around the edges, opening my legs gently to work on the insides just next to my sex. Now I could move my hands down to play with myself but he grabbed them.

"Naughty, naughty," he laughed, "I told you, you must be patient. Now put your hands behind your head," he added in mock seriousness.

"Please let me play with myself, pleeezzzeee," I pouted, "or play with me there, pleeezze."

He stared down at me sternly, "Now, don't be a naughty girl, put your hands behind your head and soon I'll be there."

It was so difficult but I did it, I put my hands behind my head and squirmed my bottom into the bed to try to get some movement on my sex which, by this time, was on fire. I knew that, as soon as he touched it, I would cum so I couldn't wait. This little game he was playing was so frustrating but exciting all the same. So different from his usual seduction. Still he didn't touch me there, just continued to kiss, lick and suck the soft skin between my legs and right down to my knees. Then he said, "Turn over, but put your hands back behind your head afterwards." What was he going to do now? At least now I could press myself into the bed and get some feeling but, as soon as I tried, he lightly tapped me on the bottom, "No pushing into the bed, you must keep still."

"Oh, I can't," I cried, "I must feel you, please," I was begging now.

"You must be patient," he said again as he began to kiss and lick the backs of my legs right down to my knees. Then he moved to my lower back just above my panties, kissing and licking. Oh how I wanted him to lick lower down but he didn't. God, he was going to kiss me all over but I wish he would bloody kiss my pussy! After what seemed like ages doing this he told me to turn back face up and he gently removed my panties, which by this time, had an enormous wet patch where I was leaking fluid like nobody's business. I could even smell myself, I should think the whole room was full of female sex hormones. How he held out so long I don't know but at last he found my aching sex. 

He went to the end of the bed, taking off his dressing gown as he went. His erection was sticking up proudly, did I want it, you bet it did, but first I wanted his mouth on my pussy and his tongue on my clit and in my bottom. I was so hot for him I moaned, "Come on. Please lick me, lick my pussy, my arse, my clit, please."

He knelt on the bed, pushed my legs apart and raised my knees. Then he said, "Use you hands to pull you legs back. Open yourself completely to me."

I wanted nothing more than this so I pulled my legs back so he could see all of me, my pussy and my tight rosebud. Juice was pouring out of me as he leant forward and blew softly on my vagina and clit. Orgasm hit me without being touched, "Oh christ, I'm cumming," I shouted and as I did so, he started to lick me. This just prolonged the orgasm so I was almost rocking, moaning, "Oh yes, yes, yessss." Then one hand went to my bottom and he pushed his thumb into my anus, already wet from my juices running down. This prolonged the orgasm for even longer and, before it had completely subsided his other hand gently pinched my clit just enough to keep me going. So now I was cumming with him licking my pussy, squeezing my clit and working his thumb in and out of my bottom. I screamed out, "Aaaaaggghhh, Oh fucking hell yes. Keep on, keep on, yes, yes, yeeessss." Slowly I subsided and let my legs down. 




Caroline Ch. 04.01



He crawled up next to me and said, "Worth it?"

"Oh, bloody hell, yes. I thought I was never going to stop cumming. It was marvellous. Can I suck you now," I ended in my little girl voice and with a bit pout, "I want to see how much I can get in."

"Oh yes," he said huskily, "but I want to cum in your beautiful bottom so be careful."

"Oh, I will," I said because that's where I wanted him to cum!

So I moved down and started to lick his erection from top to base, covering it with my saliva. I tasted the precum leaking from the top licking it off with the end of my tongue and, as usual, that made me feel really good. It's a funny taste, salty, creamy: of course there's no sperm in his spunk because of his 'nip' as he calls it, so I don't know what they would taste like, but I enjoy tasting his anyway. I sucked the head into my mouth and worked my tongue round and round, pulling it in and out of my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Caroline. Keep that up and you'll get a mouthful."

I sensed that, perhaps, he would prefer to cum in my mouth just now, my bottom would always wait for this afternoon and I was beginning to feel that way too. I longed to have his spunk shooting into me when I was 'deep throating' him. I looked up at him and said, "Fill my mouth with your spunk then. I want to feel you squirting down my throat. Take my bottom later, fill my mouth now." This sort of language always has an effect on him. Now he grabbed my head, gently however, and pointed my mouth back to his manhood, now standing very proud. I took hold of it and started to wank him, up and down, with one hand whilst the other gently squeezed his balls. Then my mouth over his cock, taking it inside and sucking gently at first. As I was doing this an idea crossed my mind, my anus was very sensitive, was his?

As one hand continued to stroke him into my mouth, I brought the other hand up to my mouth and wet my fingers with saliva then moved it down to that area between balls and anus and started stroking. I was immediately rewarded by a "Christ, Lena," and a thrust upwards into my mouth. This was going to work. I started to swallow his penis all the way in until I could feel his pubes against my nose and I began to work my throat muscles to massage his cock which was, by now, absolutely rock hard and gently pulsing. I didn't think he'd be very long. I pulled him out to breathe then back in and got my rhythm going at the same time stroking him between his legs. When I felt he was ready I swallowed him deep inside me I pushed my finger into his anus. He must have been surprised because it went in up to the second joint very easily. The effect was immediate, he started to pulse and jet spunk down my throat.

"Oh fucking hell, fuck, fuck, fuck," he shouted out as he thrust upwards trying to get deeper in my throat. Luckily I was ready for his gush of spunk and managed to get the first lot straight down my gullet. I felt it hit the back of my throat so I immediately swallowed. I had to pull away then to breathe but I continued to suck the spunk from him and was rewarded with gush after gush of his hot juice. It was great, I swallowed as much as I could but some escaped from the side of my mouth and dripped back on to him. I had to take him out of my mouth then and got one final pulse on my cheek. I looked at him, cum dripping from my cheek and mouth, and smiled. He reached for me and I went to him, opening my mouth so he could see his spunk inside me, and swallowed it for him. He grabbed me and we kissed, tongues entwining together with his spunk which he began to lick off my face and put in my mouth with his tongue. What a heavenly way to have sex, so much love and affection without care for propriety.

We went on kissing each other for some time then I said to him, "Bloody hell, but I'm hungry. I've been working hard!!" I added smiling seductively at him.

"After all that cock and spunk you swallowed," he laughed back, then seriously, "you didn't cum did you."

"Not when I sucked you, no. I was concentrating on not choking!" I laughed again.

"Come on, let's shower," he grinned at me, "time to soap you down."

Now I knew what he was going to do. I laughed at him, "Oh yes, you're going to take advantage of me in there, aren't you?"

"If I can," he laughed back, "come on minx," and he kissed me again.

We went into the en-suite and he put the shower on. We had load of space and, as usual, he started to soap me down, gently laving my whole body with his hands and kissing me at the same time. It's lovely when he does this with the warm water cascading over our bodies. Standing at my side, slowly he progressed from my shoulders downwards, one hand caressing and washing my boobs while the other stroked my back. I already had my arm round his neck as I knew, when he got to my pussy and bottom, I'd have difficulty staying upright. His hand washed my boobs for ages, causing my nips to swell. Feeling this he began to tweak and pinch them hard enough to please but not hard enough to hurt, I loved it and raised my mouth to him for a kiss. 

Moving down, his soapy washing hands caressed my tummy and lower back, the arrived at my bottom and pussy. Drawing his hand at the front across my pussy he gently opened my nether lips and drew his finger over my vagina and clit. At the back, his hand found the valley between the cheeks of my bottom and he drew his finger across my anus which, by now, wanted something inside it. I kissed him again and pushed my bottom back against his finger so it entered past my tiny rosebud. 

"Two fingers there please," I whispered to him, "I need to be full there."

"God, I wish I could help, it seems ages since I came in your bottom."

"This afternoon," I said, "I want you to fuck my tight little arsehole then. Fill me with your cock, bugger me and shoot your spunk inside me." This was for me, I quite enjoy this as well. Unfortunately it wouldn't have any effect on him for a while but what he was doing was wonderful, as always.

He pushed one, then two, fingers into my anus and began to move them in and out. I was in heaven, moving with him and kissing his mouth. Then I felt two fingers in my pussy, right up to the hilt. These began to move in and out as well, sometimes both hands in, sometimes out. The a different rhythm, one hand out, the other in.

"Shit," I cried, "I'm cummmmmming. Fill me."

Both lots of fingers pushed deep inside me and my orgasm hit me making my legs give way. This meant all my weight, apart from that supported by my arm, was resting on his hands which were almost inside my vagina and bottom. This made me cum even more and I fastened my lips on his and pushed my tongue into his mouth, moaning all the time.

He sat down abruptly, I think my weight and the position got too much for him.

"You bastard," I said laughing at him, "you've nearly got your hands in my pussy and my bottom."

He laughed back, "I just wish I had two eight inch cocks to put in there instead."

"Ooohhh, now there's a thought, that would be really nice," I said laughing, "but that was fantastic. I love it when you do that. Do you love me?" I suddenly wanted to know.

Putting his arms around me he was immediately serious, "More than life itself," he said perfectly seriously, "I would die if I lost you, you know that don't you?"

Suddenly very serious myself hugged him back, "You won't lose me," I said with tears in my eyes, "I love you too much. Now kiss me properly." Which meant kiss me lovingly, which he did beautifully.

We finished washing each other and went into the bedroom where I started to get dressed.

"No, don't," he said holding me, "I bought you this," and he showed me the most beautiful silk dressing gown in a Japanese wrap-around style. "Please wear this for me. I've got a matching one." He got another out of the wardrobe, "It will make you look even more beautiful, even sexier, even lovelier. The idea of you being naked underneath will be fabulous. How about it, please."

He looked like a little boy with a new toy, "It's lovely, of course I'm going to wear it. It feels wonderful against my skin, and very sexy too. It's nice knowing that you're naked under it as well," I added archly, "you be careful, I might attack you!"

So downstairs we went and had lunch in these lovely gowns and, as usual afterwards, ended up in the lounge finishing the wine and with me laying with my head in his lap. The time had come to talk about Jo and him together!

Another episode I enjoyed writing so your comments would be even more welcome.

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 04.02



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!) 

Sunday afternoon: adult movies and worry!

"Mike," I said as we sat together in the lounge, "can we talk about Jo?"

He smiled wanly down at me, "Of course, sweetheart. Go ahead."

"Do you want to be 'shared'?" I asked him laughing.

"Lena, I want what you want, but, yes the idea of the two of you is very, very exciting and I do find Jo extremely attractive. She's very beautiful and very sexy. But I don't want to jeopardise what we have. I've told you, I love you too much to take any risk that I might lose you. I know you feel jealous of Jo and me don't you?"

I didn't want to admit it to him but yes I did. When he just said she was very beautiful and very sexy I felt a pang of jealousy. He must have noticed so I had to come clean. "Yes, I do. I don't want to but I can't help it. I feel torn in two, I want you to make love to her, but now I'm not sure. Do you understand?"

"Caroline, love, of course I understand. You came up with this idea with the best of good intentions, to fix Joanna's problems because you love her. You thought I would be good for her, build her confidence back up. Perhaps that's right, I think that, over the last few days, she has felt better but I don't know whether becoming a threesome will work for us. I don't really think that you will know how you feel until you experience us all together. But you know you don't have to be jealous don't you? If I ever LOVE Jo it will never be in the same way I love you," and he looked down at me with so much love in his eyes that I believed him. "I think I'm the sort of man who can only love one woman at a time in the way I love you," he said. "I might love Jo, I hope I will, but it won't be the same as loving you. You must understand that or you'll tear yourself apart if we go ahead."

I sat up and kissed him hard, "Thank you," I said, "I feel better now. Talk about Jo for me and let me see if I feel jealous. Tell me what you like about her, what you would do with her."

"That's very difficult for me, I like you, all of you, from the top of your head to your toes you're lovely so it's almost like comparing the two of you."

"Go on, I don't mind. I know you love ME."

"OK," he said, "I'll try. Jo's very petite and perfectly packaged. Her figure is neat and very tight. I imagine her bottom is gorgeous but very different from yours. Her boobs are bigger but your nipples are delightful. She has a lovely face and mouth, all right," he said as I poked my tongue out at him and licked my lips seductively, "yes, I'd like her to suck me and I'd like to suck her and do all the things to her that I do to you, particularly take her bottom which I suspect is nice and tight. There, I've said it. How do you feel."

"Very sexy," I laughed, I didn't feel jealous at all, I just remembered that he said he loved me. "I think I want you to make love to me later. And, yes she is nice and tight"

He laughed, "I'll go for that," then more seriously, "you want to go ahead then?"

"Yes, next Sunday if Jo agrees, is that all right?"

"What a question, you're asking me if I want the pleasure of two exquisite women attending to me and me attending to them. Of course I do, I'm just worried that I might run out of steam."

"Oh you won't, I'm sure of that. I've been thinking about our first threesome and I think it would be a good idea if you were with Jo on your own for a while. No," I said quickly and laughing as he raised his eyebrows, "not like THAT but together, you know, for lunch or something. What do you think? You know I've got to work all next week with the stocktaking so why don't you take Jo to lunch, she's got Tuesday off?"

"If you're happy with that, I'll do it. Are you sure about Sunday?"

I wasn't totally but, "Yes, I'm sure. I want you to have us both next week."

He laughed, "You have great confidence in me. I have enough problems satisfying you. I'm sure Jo will be equally demanding. How am I going to manage?"

"Welllll," I said, "I've been thinking about that too. You've got loads of movies haven't you? Couldn't we watch one now to get some ideas. If it's OK I can take it home and watch it with Jo."

He laughed again and stroked my hair, "You are a sexy little minx. Of course we can. How do you want it, hard, medium, or soft?"

Excited now by what I was going to see I said, "I'll leave it up to you, but there needs to be two girls and one bloke otherwise we won't get any ideas will we," I ended laughing back at him.

He came back a few minutes later with a DVD which he put in the player. "This is quite short and reasonably tame," he said, "it's got short scenes covering normal sex, anal sex, two women, two women and one man, and two men and one woman. Are you up for it?" he ended, laughing down at me.

"Oh yes," I said a bit breathlessly. I was quite excited by the thought of watching an adult movie with him, "But why so short?"

"Because I can't sit next to you watching this for too long, I'll go bloody bonkers," he replied, laughing again, "this is far too sexy a situation. Watching a dirty movie with a willing young woman is about as arousing as you can get!"

I stood up and kissed him, I could see what he meant. He was already hard, I could see it under his dressing gown. "Shall I play with it while we watch?" I asked archly.

"Bloody hell, no," he said throwing his arms around me, "you'll get a handful of spunk. I want your bottom this afternoon, you know that don't you?

I did, I wanted him to have it as well. It seemed ages since he'd cum there. "Yes, I want you to have it too. So I'd better behave then?"

"Yes," he said, "but if you want me to play with you, just ask."

We settled down together to watch the movie. The first scene was a boy/girl situation. They were both quite lovely, she slim with a lovely figure and he tall and well built. I noticed his cock, smaller than Mikes, and I did start getting quite excited. The next scene was two girls. Again, both were very attractive, one blond and one brunette. They had all sorts of toys which they used on each other and it ended with one of them filling the other with a strapped on penis which was quite big. They seemed to enjoy themselves and I thought that Jo and I might get some mileage out of that bit! I was even more excited after this and I turned to kiss Mike. I noticed that he was quite hard too so I whispered to him, "Shall I suck you?"

"No, Lena. Much as I'd love you to, I'll cum. Shall I lick your pussy?"

The anal bit had started now. She was lovely and he was handsome and he had a penis at least 9 inches long and fatter than Mikes. "She's never going to take that is she?" I said.

"Oh," he smiled, "I think she will. Shall I lick your pussy?"

"Yes please," I said and moved forward so my pussy was at the edge of the seat and opened my legs. He got down in front of me, undid my dressing gown, and bent his head to my pussy. He started to gently lick me there, not yet opening the lips of my vagina. On the screen the girl was sucking this monster cock. Then she looked up at him and said, 'Fuck my arse. See if you can get it all in'. She turned round, knelt and stuck her bottom in the air. He rubbed lube on his erection and in her bottomhole then presented his enormous cockhead to her tiny little hole. 

Mike, meanwhile, had opened the lips of my vagina and was licking the walls inside. His thumb, gently rubbing my clit, was now and again being replaced by his tongue. It was such an erotic situation, me being eaten whilst watching a pretty girl get screwed in the bottom, so exciting! The penis on screen had pushed past the tight sphincter of her anus and was steadily pushing into her rectum. She seemed to be enjoying it, he certainly was. Mike continued to lick me and play with my clit but now what was happening on screen made me want more.

"Lick my bottomhole, please, stick your fingers in my bottom, please!" I moaned down at him. He must have known what was happening on screen because he immediately began to lick my anus and stick his tongue inside. He pushed his fingers into my vagina which brought a deep moan from me then started to push one, then two, fingers into my bottom. On screen he was completely inside her, all 9 inches buried. The he started pumping her, not gently, but completely in the almost completely out. I suppose Mike could hear this because at that moment he pushed three fingers into my anus and began to stroke me there with them.

"Oh shit," I cried, "I'm going to cummmmmmmm!" and I did. I continued to watch the screen where the arsefucking was getting even more intense and causing my orgasm of last a little bit longer. Then it was over. Mike reached up and covered me with my dressing gown then sat next to me.

"Good?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I replied but I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. He hadn't cum inside her but was now fucking her bottom in different positions. Some more normal ones Mike and I had done but a couple looked VERY interesting. One had her squatting on a table or bench thing hanging on to a bar with her hands with her bottom stuck out over the edge of the bench. He stood behind her and buggered her. The he moved her onto the floor and lifted her legs up and folded them back so that he could enter her downwards from above. He had to hold himself down to do this properly but it looked exciting.

"I like the look of those," I said to Mike laughing, "perhaps we can try them sometime?" I asked archly.

He smiled back at me obviously very excited, "Lena darling, I'm your slave, I'll do anything you want. Just let me have that exquisite bottom of yours." And he kissed me with an 'I want you kiss'. I wasn't sure he was going to last out through this film. I could see he was fully erect under his dressing gown so I pulled it back and looked at it. Despite the fact that it wasn't as big as the one on the screen I knew which I would rather have. I wanted desperately to touch it, feel it's hardness. I wanted to swallow it again then have it deep in my bottom. I went to touch it but his hand stopped me.

"No, Lena. If you do that I'll cum and be useless. Tell me, what were you thinking when you came. Were you imagining that big cock up your bottom?"

I smiled back at him, "No, I was thinking that, later, I was going to be buggered by that," pointing at his manhood, "I'd rather have that than any other, no matter how big."

He kissed me again, this time a loving kiss, "I love you, minx," he whispered in my ear, "oh how I'm going to enjoy you later."

I kissed him back, "In my bottom?" I asked.

"Oh yes, deep inside your bottom."

He was getting too excited so I said, "Look, it's the two blokes and a girl." This was very interesting. She was a very attractive and very busy lady. She sucked both of them off, managing to get both erections in her mouth at the same time. Then she knelt down and sucked one while the other one took her doggy. Then they changed over. Next she sat on one and sucked the other one. Moving her around they both took her bottom then one of them lay on his back like before and she climbed on board with him in the front. She leant forward and reached back to spread the cheeks of her bottom, then the second guy drove into her anus so she had them both.

"Shit," I said, "that looks bloody interesting. Have you ever done that?"

He smiled wanly, "No," he said, "it's not really my scene. I don't think I could do that really."

I was surprised, watching I had thought that this would appeal to him because of the anal sex. "Why, I thought you would like it."

"Well," he said, "I suppose I would but I know I'd be frightened of hurting the lady and I'm not sure that I could share another woman, especially one I loved, with another man so intimately. It's difficult to explain really. In these films there isn't any emotional involvement, you know, they're just films with actors in them. If one did this for real the emotional involvement of the men would be quite difficult I think. I would have to know and to trust the other man completely, do you see? Considering all the things we do together, I know its silly. Why? Would you like to try that?," he asked suddenly, looking me directly in the eye.

I couldn't lie to him, "Yes, I do see what you mean about the men but I think I would like to try it, but I wouldn't want to do it if you didn't and I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else" I said kissing him, "I love you too much."

He laughed as he kissed me back, "All is not lost," he said laughing, "wait until the end of the film."

On screen they were both pumping away at her anus and pussy. She seemed to be really lapping it up when they both withdrew and deposited two loads of spunk on her face. "Why do they always cum on the girls face," I asked him, "it seems a waste."

"Well, these type of films are generally aimed at men and almost always the blokes cum in the girls mouth or on her face. In the 'couples' type videos they cum on boobs, bottom, or pussy, rarely on the face. But you always see the blokes cum in adult films. It's called the 'money shot'. I don't know why myself. To put it crudely, I'd sooner see the spunk running out afterwards, but, there you are. Does it put you off?"

"No, not really," I said, "you know I don't mind spunk on my face or in my mouth. I just seems a bit 'samy', you know, lacking variety. It would be nice to see them cumming inside the girls."

"There are a few films like that about but I suppose the problem is that, if they came inside the girls you wouldn't really know whether they did or not and that's not acceptable to the adult film industry."

"Mmm, I suppose so."

The last scene had started on screen by now, it was two girls and one man. This was what I wanted to see. Again, they were all attractive, one of the girls had been on earlier in the anal bit. They all got naked quickly and both girls started sucking the blokes penis and balls. Then one moved to his chest and started kissing there before moving to kiss his lips and exchange tongues. Then they all formed a triangle, one girl sucking him whilst being licked by the other while he licked her.

"I like that," I smiled at him.

Then he laid on his back, erection sticking up. One mounted him and the other sat on his face.

"I like that," he said smiling at me.

The girls kissed and played with each others boobs while bouncing up and down on him. "How is he breathing?" I asked.

"Oh, he's all right," he said, "I fancy you sitting on my face later, we can practise. How about it?"

"Oh yes please. It looks like fun."

Next the girls knelt with their bottoms in the air and he entered them both, going from one to the other. Then the girls got into a 69 and he took the top one. They turned and he screwed that one. Next one girl lay on her back being sucked by the other while he buggered her. Then they went back into a 69 and he buggered the other one. This time the girl underneath sucked his very large member as it came out of the other girls bottom. The scene went black for a minute. When the picture came on one girl was wearing a large strap on like earlier. The guy lay on his back and the other girl climbed on, now I saw what Mike meant, because the girl with the strap-on started to ease it into the other girls bottom, finally managing to get it all in. They all bonked for a while then he wanked himself over their faces and came all over them.

I was breathless at the end, so many things to think about. Could I (or Jo) suck him as it came out of us, front or back. Did we want to be 'double teamed' like that, Mike going from one to the other. Could we do the strap-on thing. Oh dear, this was complicated, but BLOODY exciting. I was nearly cumming just watching this and thinking about next week with the three of us together, god knows how he was managing. I was sure that Jo would enjoy watching this film, there would be lots to talk about.

Mike reached up and stroked my hair, "Well," he said, "that's you first adult movie. What do you think?"

"I enjoyed it," I said smiling at him, "especially when you licked my pussy. It's given me lots of ideas and lots of questions. But, right now, I'm going upstairs to get ready because I want you to fuck the arse off me," and I kissed him with a 'come on you bastard, fuck me' kiss pushing my tongue into his mouth. I immediately pulled away from him lest we both got carried away because I could see his cock almost vibrating with desire and I very much wanted it inside me. 

"Give me 10 minutes," I said hoping that that would calm him (and me) down a bit. I wanted this to last. I really needed him in my arse now, it seemed ages since he came there. I decided not to wear my new teddy today. We were both very, very excited and I thought that I'd save that for another time. I was sure he would be happy to see me naked, he always was.

When I came out of the en-suite he was sitting on the end to the bed. I walked up to him and he put his arms around my waist, pulling me to him so that his head nestled between my boobs. Then he started kissing them, nipples and all, using his tongue on the underneath in the way that I loved so much. His hands cupped the cheeks of my bottom and pulled me tighter to him. 

He looked up into my eyes, "You're beautiful, you know, really beautiful."

This was enough to make me have a feeling like a small orgasm despite the fact that he hadn't hardly touched me at all. I pushed forward making him fall backwards onto the bed with me on top. I was now able to kiss him and I did, poking my tongue into his mouth and meeting his for our usual dance. I was desperately hot, I needed some sort of release by now after all the excitement of the film so I whispered to him, "Can I do it now?"

"Do what?" he asked.

"Sit on your face."

"Oh, yes please," he said smiling lustfully at me, "come on, park that beautiful bottom on my mouth, sit on me."

I wasn't really sure what to do but I moved up and over his head, facing his feet. I thought this would be the best way as, if Jo and I did it, we would be facing each other. I lowered myself onto his face, not completely, I didn't want to hurt him and I didn't know how he would breathe if I sat on him completely. He was having none of this however. As my pussy and bottom got near to him I stopped, unsure of how far to go. He reached up, grabbed my thighs and pulled me down onto him. What a feeling! His mouth was pressed against my sex and I could feel his tongue pushing into me, sliding backwards and forwards as he sucked and licked my inner walls. His nose was pressed into my anus, I could feel it against my ring. Then he reached round and opened the cheeks of my bottom even further and pushed one finger into my rectum past my tight little rosebud. His other arm went right over my thighs and pulled me down onto his face forcing even more of his mouth and tongue into my sex. His finger went further into my bottom and I started to cum, pushing down even harder and rubbing myself up and down across his face. I must have smothered him in my juices as he gently lifted me off his face and took a deep breath.

"Bloody hell, you've drowned me," he said laughing.

I looked down at him and his face was covered in my juices, all over his mouth, his nose and even his eyes. I leant down and kissed him, "I'd better clean you up," I said smiling, "that was a very interesting experience. I can't wait to try it with Jo sitting on your cock, or the other way round," I added as an afterthought.

He laughed up at me, "Oh, yes. I look forward to that. I love being abused by beautiful women."

I popped into the en-suite for a damp towel and dried his face off. All the time his eyes followed me, drinking me in. I felt as if he was touching me, stroking me with his eyes.




Caroline Ch. 04.02



"Oh, but you're lovely, never, never, change. Just the way you look today." He didn't sing it (he couldn't sing at all) but he said it, slowly and with feeling. I lay down beside him and we kissed and stroked each other, enjoying the feeling of being naked and holding the one you love. After a while I whispered in his ear, "I want you!"

He kissed me, held me tight and said, "I want you too. Kneel on the side of the bed so you can look in the mirror. I'm going to take your bottom, you know that don't you?"

"Oh yes, and I want it, want it all in my bottom. I want you to cum there too."

I knelt on the side of the bed knowing he was going to take me whilst he stood up. He'd only done that once before and he had cum very quickly. I hoped he would be slower today. I desperately wanted him to stay in my bottom for a long time so I could enjoy the feeling of being full up with him. He stood behind me and I could see his erection standing proud in front of him. He started to rub some KY onto himself and, after a little while, started to put some onto my anus. He started by rubbing it gently around the little hole then he pushed his KY coated finger inside, twisting it to coat the inside of my bottom with lube. This getting ready is terribly exciting. I have a fantastic feeling of anticipation, of how he will feel as he pushes past my sphincter and into my rectum. How I can feel the head forcing apart my tight tunnel, stretching my insides as his cock is eased, now always gently, deep into my back passage. I was beginning to cum just thinking about it. This time, because I could turn my head and see most of what he was doing, there was even more sense of anticipation.

He finished coating the inside of my back door with KY and placed his erection at my anus, gently pushing forward. As usual, and automatically, I squeezed tight shut at the first push but immediately relaxed to allow him to push inside. Usually I would let him control how much of him I took in my bottom but today I decided to take him all quickly so, as his cockhead breached my anus and lodged inside, I thrust my bottom back at him taking him deep inside in one go. This caused a sharp intake of breath and a loud, "Oh fuck," from him and an equally loud, "Shit," from me. I didn't manage to get him completely inside me first go so I pushed backwards with my bottom a little bit harder and was rewarded by the feel of his thighs against the back of mine, he was almost all in. The feeling was wonderful I possessed him, his penis, his body, inside mine pushing open my anus, breaching my rectum. Then I started to move on him with my rectum, backwards and forwards as he stayed still. It was so sexy I started to cum. He must have felt me because then he started to move in me, take me hard in the rear keeping in rhythm with my movements. Just the thought, the words, brought my orgasm on.

I looked back over my shoulder, "Oh yes, fuck my arse. Fill me with your cock, bugger me. Use me, hard, deep, please."

He was going at me long, hard and deep, but without any hurt. The feeling was marvellous and he was lasting! As my orgasm subsided he slowed down and almost stopped, then he was still. I knew he was trying not to cum yet so I kept very still knowing he would be able to spend lots more time buried in my still tight rear entry. He was absolutely still inside me and I was only just able to stop clenching my rectal muscles then, after a while, he started to move slowly, ever so slowly, in and out. Every inch, every millimetre, was sheer pleasure, not orgasmic pleasure, just a pleasant feeling in my insides as he worshipped my bottom with his manhood. I looked in the mirror and I could see his erection going slowly in and out of my anus, soooo exciting, soooo sexy. He leant forward covering my back and whispered in my ear, "Kiss me, angela mia, kiss me."

I turned my head towards him and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He returned my kiss and my tongue as we exchanged pleasure through our mouths. He pulled away and continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, things like, "sweet darling girl, amata, beloved." I don't think he was close to cumming then, neither was I. We were both enjoying the feeling of connection of being so close together with him in such an intimate part of me.

After a while of this closeness, this loving, he began to speed up again and I thought he was going to cum so I squeezed my rectum and anus on his cock to increase his pleasure (and mine!). But he didn't cum. He leant forward again and asked me to kiss him. I did. I felt his arms go around my body, one across my stomach, low down, the other across my boobs. The he pulled himself upright and me with him! This meant he was inside me at a totally different angle and it was bloody deep and so tight. I could feel it pushing against the walls of my rectum; a completely different feeling to before. I started to move my bottom on him like this, the feeling was fantastic and I could feel an orgasm on the way. He started to move inside me in time with me then, taking me completely by surprise, he lifted me up! I screamed, not in pain but in surprise and pleasure, as his stiffness was rammed even deeper inside me, my bottom now on fire, by almost all my weight bearing down on him. He continued to hold me tightly to him with his arms but it seemed that all of me was bearing down on him.

Then he turned and sat down on the bed still jammed hard inside my back passage, filling my bowels with a hot poker that was still igniting fierce fires deep inside my tummy. If anything, sitting like this had rammed me even further down on him, if that was possible. I was suffering excruciating pleasure. Then I looked up and I could see myself in the mirror impaled on his erection, my legs hanging down each side of his and my pussy wide open. It was so erotic that I came straight away, squeezing his prick in the process. He was so far inside me that it felt as if he was between my boobs! Still he didn't cum, there was more! 

As my orgasm, how many, who knows, I lost count, subsided he continued to move in my bottom. Not that much movement however, because of the position but enough to cause considerable pleasure. He leant backwards and lay flat on his back with me sitting on his penis.

"Fuck my cock, Lena," he said, "fuck my cock with your arsehole. Play with yourself, stroke yourself, watch yourself in the mirror as you fuck my cock with your arse. Watch as I fill you bowels with cum, as you feel my cock spurting inside you. Please, Lena, fuck my cock with your arse." Oh, that really sent me off!

I don't know how comfortable he was, but I loved the feeling of him in my bottom this way and I sat upright and rested my feet on his knees. Then I leant backward on my arms, and started to bounce up and down on him. I could feel his cock exploring areas inside my rectum that I don't think it had visited before. Gorgeous feelings washed over me as I took my weight on one arm and reached down with the other and started to play with my clit, watching myself in the mirror. It was so, so erotic having a view of myself in this state. Then I felt him thrust up into me as deep as he could go and he let out a long "Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," as he exploded inside me and coated my bowels with his loving liquid. I could feel each pulse of spunk as it left him and hit my insides and I could watch the effect on myself in the mirror. All of this combined to throw me into one of the most explosive orgasms I have ever had, then or since. I pushed myself onto him and squeezed every muscle in my rectum and anus, trying to milk spunk from him. I stuck three fingers in my sex and pushed a thumb on my clit and I screamed out loud three or four times, I don't know. For a moment I think I lost it. I felt as if his penis was exploding inside me, exploding with pleasure, before I came down and realised it was over.

I somehow managed to climb off and to lay alongside him. He raised himself on one elbow, looked down at me and said, concernedly, "I didn't hurt you did I? I'm afraid I got a little carried away with the pleasure of it all. Lena, your bottom is heaven for me, you know that don't you. I love the rest of you, but that bottom."

"Oh my god," I replied breathlessly, "no you didn't hurt me just a little sore. That was unbelievable. That was the best yet, the best feelings I have ever had. Thank you, thank you. My bottom is your heaven, it's just for you. I love you in there you know, I love you in anywhere really, but in my bottom is best. You fit perfectly, mind, I don't think you've ever been in that far before," I added laughing, "I could almost feel you at the back of my throat."

He laughed and sat up. I suddenly noticed a slight frown of pain on his face. "What's the matter, are you OK," I said, as he winced.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said trying to pass it off as unimportant but I could see from the look on his face that whatever it was had hurt him.

"Come on," I said, "tell me. What's the matter."

"Oh, nothing. Nothing for you to worry about." But suddenly I was, worried I mean. What wouldn't he tell me. Laying there, looking up at him, I was suddenly reminded of our age difference, suddenly reminded that I might lose him. I felt sick, my love for him leaving me defenceless in the face of this possibility. Then I remembered something he'd said earlier. He was talking about some of his old friends and he said he had seen one earlier in the week, a guy called Roger . . . . . Now I remembered that Roger was a cardiac specialist because Mike had told me ages ago. They'd actually gone to school together and Mike had been his best man, that's how I'd learned about him. When he mentioned it I had taken no notice but now I put two and two together.

"Please. Tell me. I saw you wince."

"I think I just twisted something, that's all."

"You're lying," I said looking up at him with tears in my eyes. I was so frightened, was he ill and didn't want to tell me. "You said you'd seen Roger . . . . last week. Come on, he's a heart specialist. Please tell me, please," and I reached up for him and started to cry.

"Lena, Lena," he said hugging me tight, "it's nothing to worry about, honestly. I just didn't want to worry you, now I've done so and I'm sorry. I'll tell you. I had some pains in my chest last Monday under my heart so, to be on the safe side, I gave Roger a ring and he looked me over." I was hanging on his every word, very tearful and so worried. 

"Ssshh," he said, softly, "he checked me over thoroughly and arranged for tests which I had later that day. That's one advantage of having friends in the business. Everything came up negative, honestly, I'm not lying to you. The pains are caused by and old broken rib, I did it years ago, and it's starting to show it's age, like me. So, nothing serious, nothing to worry your head about. OK now?"

"Mmm," I said giving him a kiss, but I wasn't OK. "You will tell me, won't you, you know, if anything like that happens again. Don't try to hide it, I want to know," and I looked up into his eyes. I felt terrible but I didn't want him to see. This had made me realise, had brought it home to me, how vulnerable he was. I was so depressed but I didn't want him to see so I smiled up at him and kissed him again, "Promise?" I said.

"Promise," he said and hugged me tight again. I suppose that coming after such and intense session of sexual passion this had hit me rather hard and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I always feel so vulnerable after I climax like this. I had this terrible fear that I might lose him. Then was followed by the realisation that, in all possibility, I would and it hurt me way down inside, like a piece of lead in my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. But I had to put it behind me for now. I mustn't let him see so I forced myself to perk up, smile up at him and kiss him again.

"'Scuse," I said, "nature calls," as I pulled away and headed for the loo. I finished and called out to him, "Come on, shower, lazybones." He came in and we washed each other, thankfully (because I was still depressed) he didn't wash me sexily this time. I think he was worn out, I know I was. We got dressed and ended up in our usual position in the lounge, me with my head on his lap. We chatted and listened to some lovely music for the rest of the afternoon and he took me home about 7 after we had some tea.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter, it's another one I had fun writing. Please, please vote and comment! Comments make posting the stories worthwhile. 

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 04.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! More plot development here. I should say that all the talk about IVF etc, is simply for plot development – I have no real knowledge of the procedures or the possibilities.) 

Chapter 4.03: Worry and some comfort?

Unfortunately, Jo wasn't in when I got home. She'd left me a message on the answerphone to say that she had to do a quick changeover and work a late shift at short notice so I was left on my own. I sat there feeling absolutely awful. It had been a wonderful day as usual, lots of love and absolutely fantastic sex, sex that I'd never imagined was possible, with the man I loved. But this feeling of fear had gripped me, taken hold of my mind. I'd almost convinced myself that he was gone, so silly, I know, but the thought of losing him was making me almost lose my mind with grief. I'd known him such a short time, how long would we have, what would I have when he was gone? You know what it's like when you feel like this, particularly when you're on your own. You go round and round in circles, trying to find the good and only finding bad. It was all I could think of, losing him, having nothing of him left. 

Then I had an idea, it was silly I know, but it made me feel better, not much but at least I perked up a bit when Jo came in. She was dead tired so I just made her some supper and told her that I'd had a marvellous day. I told her that Mike was looking forward to taking her to lunch on Tuesday and she started to get quite excited as I told her what he had said. Unfortunately she had to work lates on Monday as well so I was going to be on my own tomorrow evening as well. I would have to try to snap out of if, especially with Jo going out with Mike on Tuesday and the exciting Sunday coming up. Jo went to bed but I sat up for a while still absorbed in my fear of losing Mike. When I did go to bed I didn't sleep. I kept mulling over my idea. Was it sound, could it happen, what would Jo say, and Mike? Was it even possible in the circumstances. I didn't know but I had to believe that it might be. With this thought I sank into troubled sleep.

I struggled through work on Monday still depressed over my fears and I had to sit alone with them all evening. I didn't want to burden Jo with any of this, I knew she would want to talk about tomorrow with Mike, decide what to wear, make-up and jewellery.

When she arrived home I made her supper as I usually did when she was on lates and, afterwards, we sat talking. She knew me too well for me to hide my feelings from her and she noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Lena, you don't seem yourself tonight. Your not regretting me going out with Mike are you?" she asked concerned.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that," I said determined not to spoil her day tomorrow. I really wanted her to enjoy her time with Mike. I knew he would impress her with his gentlemanly manner, his politeness and his conversation. So I bucked up and replied, "It's nothing Jo, I just had a bad night followed by a load of miserable customers at work, and stocktaking on top of it all. Now, what are you going to wear tomorrow. You must look your best, none of this 'couldn't care less' dressing now you know!"

She laughed, "No, I'll dress up to the nines. What do you think?"

"Well, you know he likes bottoms. I'm sure he'll love yours so why not show it off, you know, wear jeans. You hardly ever do and you do have that really nice tight pair, you know, the red ones."

"I can't wear those," she said shocked, "they're positively indecent. No, I can't wear those out with him, I'm sure that he wouldn't be very pleased."

"No, perhaps you're right," I said pensively, "why don't you wear that lovely cream business suit you got for that training course you went on, you know, with the knee length skirt. If you wear that new scarlet blouse with it and those lovely new shoes, you know 2½ inch heels, you'll look a knockout. I'm sure he'll be impressed."

"Mmmmmm," she said, "yes, I think I will. I'll just go and get it and make sure it still fits!"

Off she went, returning in a few moments dressed in the suit. She looked lovely, the cream showing off her darker skin and dark hair. I smiled up at her, "You'll do," I said, "wear that and knock him dead."

"OK, I'll wear this. You sure I look OK?" she said suddenly losing confidence.

I smiled wanly, "I'm certain you do, he'll be overwhelmed. I'm sure he will like that style of dress and it really does suit you so well. You'll be alright, don't worry. He'll be the perfect gentleman. You certainly won't have to fend of his hands all day and I'm absolutely certain that he won't mention sex at all. You see, you'll have a great time." I yawned, my lack of sleep was catching up on me, "I think I'll go to bed now and catch up on some sleep. See you in the morning and don't worry you'll enjoy yourself."

We kissed each other goodnight and off I went to bed. Truthfully, I didn't sleep much that night either. I was still thinking about losing him, about what I was going to do and how everyone was going to react when I suggested my plan.

In the morning Jo and I had breakfast together and chatted about the day ahead. Mike was coming at 10.30 to pick her up and she was already getting excited.

"Jo," I said smiling, "he's only taking you out to lunch you know, there'll be much more later, get excited then."

"I know," she said, "but this is the first time I've been alone with him, you know, without you there. Perhaps he won't really like me, be bored, or something."

This was unusual from Jo. She is usually very confident with men so she was obviously very concerned that all went well today. "Jo, you are a very beautiful woman and you couldn't bore anyone, let alone Mike. And I know he likes you, he told me, so don't worry just be yourself and I know he'll fall in love with you."

"What did he say about me," she asked quickly, "come on Lena, tell me."

I didn't think I ought to tell her ALL he had said, at least not now, perhaps later so, "All I'm going to say is that he said he likes you very much and he fancies you. There, that should be OK. Now I'm going to work. I'll see you tonight and you can tell me all about it." With that I put on my coat and left for work.

It was another long day of hard work and I was quite tired when I got home. Jo, as usual when she is off, had prepared dinner which we ate together. Afterwards I asked her about her day.

"Oh Lena, it was exactly as you said it would be. He was dead on time and the perfect gentleman and now I know what you mean about his eyes. He looked at me in that way, you know, it made me feel so sexy I wanted to have him then and there. Aren't I awful?"

"Not really," I laughed, "I quite often feel like that. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes, it was marvellous. He talks about everything and he actually listens doesn't he. You know, most of the blokes we go out with couldn't care less about anything other than their cars or bloody football. We talked about history, food, music, oh everything really. The time went so quickly, I didn't want it to end."

"Where did he take you, that little pub I bet."

"Yes, with the lovely gardens. We spent a long time sitting out there talking. Do you know he actually made me blush just looking at me. I felt as if he was touching me all over as his eyes were on me. It's a squishy feeling."

"'Squishy'?" I said, "where's the cool and in control Joanna now? You fancy him don't you?"

"Yes I do. He's lovely but I don't want to do anything to hurt your relationship with him. You're jealous aren't you. I can tell. You haven't been yourself for the last two days. Come on Lena, tell me what's the matter."

"Oh Jo, no, I'm not jealous. I was, a little bit, but not now. We talked it over, Mike and I, and I'm not jealous any more. I want us all together. I want him to have you, if you want. I know he does."

"I know something is the matter, I can tell. You know you aren't any good at hiding things Lena. What is the matter?"

It all caught up with me and I started to cry, "Oh Joanna, I feel so terrible, like I'm dying. I've got this terrible feeling inside me and it won't go away. It's like a lump of lead in my tummy dragging me down."

She came over and hugged me, just like she always does when things are wrong for me, and she said, "Come on, spit it out 'better out than in' you told me. Lena, you know you can talk to me, I love you."

This made me cry even more and I had to hold back the tears as best I could so I could explain to her how I felt.

"Jo, I feel so terrible. On Sunday after we made love he had a pain in his chest. At first he denied it then he said yes but it was nothing. I remembered then that he mentioned he'd met a friend of his, Roger who is a cardiac specialist. Jo, I got really worried then but he insisted there was nothing wrong. He'd got the pain last Monday and had seen Roger just in case it was anything serious. They did all the checks and he's OK, it's just a rib that he broke years ago acting up."

"Well, there's nothing to worry about then is there."

Still sniffling I replied, "No, not about that, but it made me realise, oh of course I know really, but it made me realise, you know right up front, how much older he is. I know he doesn't look or act it but he is. This made me think that he was so vulnerable to everything, you know health wise, and that it was likely," and here I choked, "that I would lose him. Jo, I couldn't stand that, not now, not after such a short time with him. It's making me feel like lead, like I've already lost him. I can't stop thinking about him not being here and it makes me feel so empty, so alone. I'm sorry, I know I have you and you'll be here for me, but it's such a painful feeling."

She cuddled and shushed me, "I think that's what love does to you Lena, it makes you feel like this. I suppose it's the down side. Everyone who loves someone else has to face the prospect of losing that love. You have to face it too, to come to terms with it."

"I know that, but it's so difficult because he's so much older. I don't know, I just can't get it out of my mind."

"But you must. Otherwise life is going to be unbearable, don't you understand. You must live for today, take what life gives you today. Think about tomorrow but you don't know what it will bring. You've found a man you love, he loves you. Enjoy it. It's something that doesn't happen to everyone. I learnt that with that bastard Steve. That's why I want to be part of your love for him, because I love you and I want to love him. Come on, pull yourself together for yourself and for him! How do you think Mike will feel if you keep on like this. You're going to emphasize the age difference and make him feel worse."

Of course she was right, and I had thought of something that would make me feel better, my plan.

"Jo," I said, calm now that my decision was made, "I know a way to make me feel better," I paused gathering myself, "I want to have his baby." I expected an explosion from Jo then. I was sure that she would not be happy.

"Why?" she said quite calmly.

"Well," I was a bit taken aback by her measured response, "I'll have something of him, you know, afterwards, if anything happens. Something to treasure and love. I never thought about having babies before but lying awake for the last two nights I've come to think I would like it, his child and mine, together. What do you think? Do you mind?"

Jo laughed, "Lena you really are priceless, that's why I love you so much," and she hugged me really tight. "If you want to have a baby of course I don't mind but what about Mike, what does he say?"

"Well, I haven't actually mentioned it to him yet. You see I only thought of it over the last couple of nights. I wanted to talk to you about it before I asked him. Do you think it's alright?"

"Lena, it's really your decision but I love you for asking me. Yes, it's alright, but I hope you've thought it through."

"Probably not," I said, "but there is a major problem."

"What's that?"

"He's had a vasectomy. About 25 years ago."

"Oh, I suppose that is a problem."

I explained, "You know I came off the pill. At first I didn't think, didn't care about being pregnant. He never used anything and I didn't consider it. Then one day I just mentioned it to him and he told me that he 'fires blanks' as he calls it. So it's never been a problem, now it is because I want him to make me pregnant but I don't know if it's possible."

"Well, I'm not sure, but I don't think that a vasectomy actually stops a man producing sperm, just stops it getting out, as it were. Look, you've got to talk to Mike about this, you can't just make an arbitrary decision like this. Phone him and get him over here to discuss it. I've got to go to work tonight, they phoned me earlier, the bloody temps have let us down again. He can stay with you, you know, after you talk it over. If there is a doctor about tonight I'll ask them about it, OK. Now, go and phone him."

I'd calmed down by now and I knew she was right, she nearly always is about things like this so I phoned Mike. Luckily he was in.

"Hi," I said, "it's me."

"Me who," he said laughing, "hello Lena. Are you OK?"

"Oh yes, I'm all right. Look, I need to talk to you. Can you come over?"

"Is everything alright?" he said, immediately sounding concerned. I didn't normally phone him so he was worried something was wrong. He was very sensitive to things out of the ordinary, as if the routine kept things in order, especially our relationship. I knew he was always frightened of losing me, you know, me going off with a younger man, so I had to reassure him.

"Nothing's wrong, I just want to see you, can you come over?" Unfortunately I couldn't keep the tears out of my voice and his response was immediate.

"I'll be right over, hold tight."

"I told you he'd be over straight away," Jo said, "I'm going to get ready."

Ten minutes later the door bell went and he was here. He threw his arms around me and held me tight. I did the same but I cried as well. I knew this was going to be difficult because there were difficult things to say.

"Lena, what's the matter, tell me."

"Come in and sit down. I need to talk to you." He got that look again, you know, as if I was going to dump him so I quickly said, "No, I'm not going to ditch you, you silly man. You can take that look off your face. I love you, all right?" He followed me into the living room and we sat.

"I'm sorry Lena," he said turning to me, "but you know how I feel. I worry when I see you like this. What's wrong. You were so happy on Sunday."

"Look, Mike this is going to be very difficult for me, hard for me to say but I must. On Sunday when you felt that pain, you know, in your chest and I asked you about it and seeing Roger."

"Yes," he said, "but I told you, it's nothing to worry about. Honestly Lena, I won't lie to you, I'm OK, very healthy for my age."

"I believe you," I said holding myself in check now. I had to be strong because I didn't know how he would react when I finally asked him. "What happened on Sunday really hit me hard. No, don't interrupt, let me finish. I realised that I might lose you," I started to cry softly, "and I couldn't stand it. The thought of losing you after such a short time."

He hugged me tight and I cried softly into his shoulder as he whispered to me, "Lena, you're not going to lose me," he laughed, "I'll wear a label if you like," he said echoing my response before.

"But," I said, "oh, this is difficult. It made me realise, you know, our age difference and, oh dear . . ."

"I understand," he said making it easier for me, "I'm much older so I'm going to die." This blunt assertion made me even worse. I sobbed and held him so tightly it hurt.

"Don't say that, don't say that."

"But Lena, sweetheart, we all die. We have to take what today offers us, tomorrow's another day. Everybody who loves another has to face the idea of being alone again. We both have our demons. I worry that you'll find a nice young man and leave me, you worry I'll kick the bucket. We should both stop worrying and enjoy each other. What do you say?"

Him saying out loud how he worried about me bucked me up a bit and I decided that now was the time. I realised as well that my plan would solve his worry as well. I would hardly leave him for another man if I had his baby would I.

"Mike, I've thought of a way to make it easier." He looked with interest. "I want to have your baby," I blurted out looking intensely into his eyes. "You see he or she would be a part of you that I'd have forever, oh you know what I mean." I held my breath wondering how he would respond.

He smiled at me, took my face in his hands and kissed me. "That's the nicest thing you could say to me," he said smiling, but then seriously, "but I don't think it's possible. You remember, I've had the 'snip'."

"You don't mind?"

"Don't mind what?"

"Don't mind that I want to have your baby?"

"Mind, of course not. It's the most loving thing that a woman can do for a man, to carry his child willingly and lovingly. I might be a bit old to be a dad but the fact that you want to makes me love you even more."

I smiled at him and gave him a kiss. I was feeling better now, more confident. He has this effect on me, "So, if it was possible you wouldn't mind?"

"If it is possible, I'll do everything in my power to make it so," he said determinedly, "I bet you'd look even more beautiful when pregnant."

I laughed at him, "What, all fat tummy and everything."

"Oh yes," he said kissing me again, "oh yes."

Jo came into the room, "Hello lovebirds," she said smiling, "she's told you has she," she said to Mike.

He laughed, "I might have known she'd discuss it with you first. Yes she's told me and, if it were possible, I'd love it but I don't think it's possible."

"But Jo said," I butted in, "Jo said that a vasectomy didn't actually stop a man making sperm. Is that right Jo?"

"Yes, as far as I know. Look, I said that I'll ask a doctor if there's one on tonight who knows and I'll tell you in the morning. I've got to go now so 'night all, see you in the morning. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She ended laughing.

I smiled at Mike and then I heard his stomach rumble, "Have you had any dinner?" I asked. He shook is head. "Oh dear, you rushed straight over. I'll make you something, OK." He nodded so I made him an omelette and some salad and some things and chatted away to him whilst he ate.

"That was lovely, thank you. I suppose I had better be going?"

"No, stay, please. Wait with me until the morning to see what Jo has to say. I don't want to sleep on my own tonight. Please stay with me."

"I'd love to," he said smiling across at me.

"Let's sit together, I need to hold you."

So we went into the lounge and snuggled up together on the settee. I held him very tight and asked him, "Are you sure you're not annoyed with me. I'm sorry for saying all those things but I felt so sad on Sunday and I had to get it out of my system."

"No, I'm certainly not angry with you, I understand how you feel, I feel like that sometimes too, you know, when I see you with young men. I have this terrible feeling that you might leave me for one of them, so of course I understand. Anyway, how could I be angry with such a beautiful woman?"

There you are, he does it again. When I'm feeling low or sad he tells me I'm beautiful. Oh, I know he's fibbing, I'm not that pretty but he makes me feel so wonderful. I suppose it's because to him I am beautiful and that's all that matters. "What about me having a baby? You're not angry about that are you?"




Caroline Ch. 04.03



"I told you, no I'm not in the least angry, in fact I'm flattered that you'd want to have my baby but, look Lena, it may not be possible to have MY baby. You may have to have someone else's if you really want a baby."

I hugged him really tight, "I don't want someone else's baby, I only want yours, part of you, don't you understand. I'll have part of you growing inside me and growing up with us. That's what I want, part of you."

"Well, we'll wait and see what Joanna can find out. I promise that, if it is at all possible, I'll do everything in my power to make it happen. I love you, Lena, more than anything," and he hugged me and kissed me. 

"Let's go to bed and practice making babies," I whispered to him, "just making babies."

He kissed me in reply and I stood and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Strangely, although we'd been together for several months now we'd never actually made love spontaneously like this. It was always sort of planned, you know, on Sundays. The nearest we came was last week but now we just went straight to it.

Standing in the bedroom he kissed me gently and began to undo my blouse finally easing it off my shoulders until it was completely off. I did the same to his shirt leaving him bare-chested. We continued to kiss and our tongues combined in their usual dance as our passions rose. He pulled away and looked at me, that look which always made me feel so important, real, wanted, desired, oh it's difficult to explain, then he kissed my boobs through my bra. He reached around behind me and undid the clasp and took my bra away still kissing my boobs all the time. No bra meant he could now get at my nipples and he wasted no time in bringing them up to full size, gently nipping them with his teeth and sucking on them. My legs were starting of get a bit like jelly so I sat back on the bed and began to undo his trousers. I could see that he was excited by the bulge. Button and zipper didn't take long and he stepped out of them insisting on taking his socks off (he refused to make love with his socks on, it was so sixties porn he said). 

When he finished and stood there in front of me I was presented by his erection striving to escape from his underpants, the top just poking over the waistband. It was so funny. I reached up and touched him, pulling his manhood down towards my mouth and moving his underpants out of the way. My hands then slid over his buttocks as I removed them completely before I used both to massage his penis and balls. I wanted to taste him. I could smell his manliness, sweat, pee (I suppose), talc. He must have dashed over here without showering or anything. I didn't mind, I wanted to taste him like this but I remembered that I hadn't showered either and I started to pull away.

"What's the matter sweetheart," he said looking down at me.

"I haven't showered or anything. I'll go and get ready."

"No need," he said smiling down, "I don't mind if you don't."

My answer was to take hold of his hardness again and take the head into my mouth. It tasted of all those things, it was lovely, manly, not nasty at all. I sucked hard which resulted in a deep intake of breath from Mike and a small amount of precum which, mixed with all the other tastes, excited me even more. I took more of him into my mouth and he began to move his hips pushing himself into my mouth as I sucked and played with his balls. It was lovely to feel him, backwards and forwards in my mouth. He wasn't rough, just a slow movement that occasionally left his erection hitting the back of my mouth. I started to swallow him to deep-throat him but he pulled away.

"You don't make babies by cumming this way," he said smiling, "and, if you keep this up, I'm going to! Lay back and let me undress you, you've got an unfair advantage. I'm naked and you're not!"

I laid back on the bed and he undid my skirt and pulled it off leaving me in my, not very sexy, knickers. Then he started to kiss me all over, starting with my tits and nipples, gently biting and sucking to raise them full up then pinching them with his teeth and fingers. It was so wonderful and I could feel an orgasm approaching. I wanted him to lick my sex but I was afraid that he wouldn't want to, you know, as I hadn't showered. I needn't have worried. He left my boobs and started to kiss my tummy and my button, pushing his tongue inside and twirling around. At the same time his had was inside my knickers with his fingers playing with my vagina and my clit. I was almost cumming now, breathing deeply and softly moaning.

His mouth moved down onto my mons and he started to bite and blow on my sex through my knickers. He'd never done this before and it was heavenly. He bit quite hard but it didn't hurt, quite the reverse. As he got right to my clit I could feel him sucking through the material and I let out a scream and a growling "Oh yessss," as my orgasm arrived. He only stopped to take my knickers away and then continued to lick my vagina deep inside. He moved down between my legs, pushing them up in the air so he had complete access to me. His tongue was driving me wild, first in my pussy and then on my clit, sucking, licking, blowing and biting. After a while of this I was ready for anything. I didn't want him in my bottom tonight, we were practicing making babies, but I certainly was ready for him in my pussy. I reached down and pulled his head up, "Fuck me now, fill me. Let's have a real practice," I said smiling down at him.

He sort of hooked his arms in my legs to push them back and he leaned forward. His penis seemed to find it's own way into my pussy, I could feel the head knocking and asking for entry.

"Reach down and put me in," he said breathlessly. So I did and he thrust forward giving me almost all of it in one go. It took my breath away. In this position he seemed to get deeper inside of me, I thought I could feel the head of his erection pressing on something inside.

"Ooohhh, that's good, keep going. Oh that's lovely . . . ." I moaned in pleasure as he began to slowly move in me, all the way in, all the way out. He let go of my legs and I clasped them around him, trying to pull him further inside me. He leaned down and kissed my nipples then moved to my mouth. We kissed as he continued to slowly stroke me. I was beginning to cum, my orgasm building slowly and I reached round and tried to pull him even further inside me, now on fire. My clit was bursting with pleasure and, as he began to speed up, I started to cum. My vagina muscles gripped him tightly as I came, and this made him cum too. I could feel him pulsing inside me, shooting spunk deep into my body. Oh how I wished he could give me a baby now but at least practicing was fun!

We both slowly came down from our highs and he rolled sideways holding me tightly. "I don't think we need much practice," he laughed, "we seemed to have got it right!"

I laughed with him, "That was lovely," I said, "I love you."

"And I love you too, amata. More than anything," and he kissed me lovingly and long. We fell asleep in each other arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other, kissing, nibbling, you know, the things lovers do.

I woke quite early in the morning while Mike was still asleep. When Jo is on nights I usually try to get up so that I can make breakfast for her before she goes to bed so I quietly slipped on my dressing gown and went into the kitchen. I got breakfast ready and went to shower before I woke Mike. He must have heard the shower because he was up when I returned to the bedroom.

"Morning beautiful," he said smiling up at me.

I pecked him a kiss, "Hello, sleep well?"

"Marvellous," he replied reaching up for me.

"Sorry, got to get ready for work. Breakfast is ready if you want to shower. Jo will be home soon. I hope she's got good news."

He went serious for a moment, "I hope so too but you mustn't be too disappointed if it's not, OK."

"Mmm, I know but we'll wait and see."

He went off to shower just as Jo came in. As usual she was tired but quite chirpy.

"Hi," she said, "I've got some news. One of the doctors on call last night did some work in infertility a few years ago so she's pretty much up on things. She was very helpful."

"Mike's just gone to shower. Sit down and have some breakfast. You can tell us both when he comes out."

She tucked in to her big breakfast (I always cook a fry-up when she is on nights) as Mike came in. He pecked her on the cheek, "Good night?" he asked.

"Yes, very good," she said smiling, "how about you?"

"Oh pretty ordinary," he said smiling at us both, "we just practised making babies. It seemed to go all right didn't it Lena?"

I laughed, "Yes, I think we've got it about right." Then looking at Jo I said, "Now all he needs to do is practice with you" and I winked seductively at Mike.

He laughed and Jo blushed which always made her look very sexy. "Stop it you two," she laughed, "I'm tired and hungry, it's not fair."

"No, I know," I said, "sorry. Finish your breakfast and tell us your news."

We all sat down to breakfast but I'm afraid we rather rushed it waiting for Jo to finish.

"Well you two, you carry on eating and I'll tell you what I found out. It is possible to reverse a vasectomy by fixing the tubes together but, the older the person and the longer ago the op' was done makes it more difficult. I wasn't sure, Mike, when yours was done so I said about twenty years. She said it was very unlikely that they could 'fix it'."

I looked at Mike, "I'm sorry," he said smiling sadly at me.

"No, wait a minute," Jo interrupted, "let me finish. All is not lost. Although she thought it was unlikely that they could 'repair' the 'delivery' equipment," she smiled, "the equipment for making sperm will probably still be working fine. Men go on making sperm until late in life and she thought that you would be OK in that department but you'd have to get it checked."

"What good will that do?" I asked somewhat dejected.

"Well, you could go for IVF. Mike could supply the sperm and it could be implanted in your egg. But . . ."

"Oh no, what now!"

"Nothing too serious I hope. You can't have it done in this country. The authority that looks after IVF in the UK wouldn't allow it in your case. You're fertile (as far as we know) and so is Mike. The difficulty has been caused by the vasectomy not by a medical problem so they won't allow it. BUT don't despair, you can get it done abroad, she said, without much trouble but it will be expensive."

I looked at Mike. He thought for a moment then stood up and kissed me, "I've got to make some phone calls, back in a minute." He didn't say anything else and I began to get worried.

"Do you think he'll agree?" I asked Jo, "it seems like a difficult thing."

"He said he'd do it if it were possible and I think he will. Don't worry, you know he loves you. Don't be silly."

"I know, its just that I want this so much and I don't want it to come between us."

Mike came back in, "It won't sweetheart. Look, I've got to be off and get some clean clothes. I'll be back in tonight to see you." He gave me a long kiss on the mouth then he kissed Jo, "Must dash, see you tonight." And with that he left.

"What was all that about," I said slightly stunned at his quick departure.

"I think he's planning something, something nice if I know him, so stop worrying. Time you went to work and I went to bed." She kissed me, "I'll have dinner ready, see you later. Have a good day."

Off she went to bed and I tidied up, dressed etc., and left for work. I can't say that I had a good day. For most of the time my mind was elsewhere and it seemed to take ages for 5 o'clock to come round.

To Be Continued: 



Caroline Ch. 04.04



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! More plot development here.) 

A surprise and plans! (No sex)

I got home around 5.30 tired, miserable and full of foreboding. I don't know why, I just felt that it was all going wrong and I still hadn't talked with Jo about Sunday. It was supposed to be such a big day for all of us but it seemed to be fading away. I was very sad by the time I got in. Thankfully, Jo was really bubbly.

"Mike phoned, he won't be back till quite late so I made a casserole. We can have ours now and I'll save some for him. Come on Lena, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I don't know. I feel so miserable. I think it's all going wrong again Jo. I don't think I should have mentioned how I felt, you know, I think I've upset him."

"Lena, I don't think he was upset just concerned about how he was going to please YOU. You want his baby and I think he wants that too. I bet that today he's been trying to sort things out. You see, when he gets in everything will be all right. Eat your dinner and stop worrying."

Jo is usually right so I sighed and picked at my meal. She was having none of it and made me eat it all. You see, sometimes she's like my mum, sometimes my sister, and sometimes my lover: I'm so very lucky to have had her.

We sat down after dinner waiting for Mike to arrive but it got later and later. I started to get a bit tearful because I feared the worst but Jo kept cheering me up. She asked me about last Sunday and the movie but I told her I really didn't feel like talking about it until all this was sorted. You see how I bring these problems on myself, it's silly really, but I can't help it.

It was nearly 8:30 before Mike finally arrived. My immediate reaction was to jump on him and hold him tight. Then I started crying. No good I know, but I couldn't help it.

"I thought you were angry with me," I sobbed, "I though you weren't coming back. I'm sorry that I upset you, I shouldn't have brought all this up. I'm sorry," and I hugged him tightly. 

He pulled away, "You are a silly," he said smiling, "I told you, you haven't upset me. Anyway, I love you. If you don't stop crying I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you, hard."

"I'll leave the room then shall I," said Jo laughing, "because I know what that will lead to."

"Oh no," he said laughing, "you can stay and spank her too if you like. Then we can have some real fun. But," he finished, "I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good to anyone. I've had a long and demanding but very successful day. And I'm bloody hungry, anything to eat?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, "Jo's made something. Do you want it before you spank me or after?" I asked demurely.

He laughed, "I don't think I'll spank you tonight," then seriously, "but if you don't stop being silly about all this I certainly will tan your bottom and it won't lead to anything other than you being unable to sit down for a few days!"

I could see he was beings serious now and I realised yet again how much he loved me and how silly I was to doubt him. Jo was just smiling at us both as this went on. Finally she said, "You stay there Lena, I'll fetch the food. Do you want a drink Mike?"

"A glass or two of dry white wine and some fizzy water would be lovely, thanks Jo."

Off she went to get everything and I looked at Mike. I hadn't noticed when he came in being tied up in my own feelings but now I saw how tired he looked. "What have you been doing, you looked really tired."

"Oh lots of things," he said smiling softly at me, "lots of things."

"Oh, come on, don't tease, tell me where you've been all day."

"Wait till Jo comes back and I've eaten, I haven't had anything since lunchtime and I'm really hungry. I'll tell you everything then, OK. Come here and give me a big sexy kiss."

So I did and everything was all right again but I was absolutely dying to know where he had been all day. It must be good news because although he was very tired, he was also very happy.

Jo brought in his supper and he quickly finished up a large portion of casserole, and couple of glasses of wine and a glass of water. "Phew, I feel better now, that was delicious, thank you Jo. Now, to business," he said looking at me in that lovely way of his.

"After Jo gave her news this morning I phoned Roger, you know the cardiac guy, because his wife is also a doctor. Believe it or not she specialises in IVF treatment and I managed to get to see her before she left for work. She arranged for me to visit her clinic and have some tests. You see, Lena, there's no point in getting your hopes up if I can't produce the necessary wriggly swimmers, so I had to find out if I could before doing anything else. I called in a load of favours from various friends and managed to get tested today. It bloody hurt, that's why I'm so tired and so late. They had to analyse everything before I left. The good news is that I can produce healthy sperm and they can get it out." He came over, sat beside me, and took my hands in his, "So, if you want we can go ahead. The decision is yours. I said I would do everything in my power to make it happen, and it can happen, so what's it to be?"

He fixed me with his lovely, now totally blue, eyes full of love. "Oh, yes, I want to, but what about you. Do you want to do this?"

"I've had all day to think about this, Lena, and, yes I do want to do this. But, Lena, have you thought it all through, you know, what this means for all of us?" 

I shook my head and fixed him with my big blue eyed pout. Of course I hadn't, unfortunately I rarely do think things through. That's one of the reasons I go through such emotional turmoil all the time. Of course Mike had thought it through, that was obvious and now he began to explain what else he had been doing today.

"I didn't think so," he said laughing, "what about you Jo, have you thought about it?"

"Well, not really," she hesitated, "I'm sure it will mean big changes in our lives. I realise that you two will have to go abroad for the treatment but what happens after that I haven't really considered."

"OK," he said in his most businesslike way. He had obviously done some planning. "According to Mary, Roger's wife, the very best clinic for our needs is in Bologna. Now that's very lucky because Bernardo has his business in Bologna and he lives just outside on a massive estate with a small house in the grounds. I got Mary to make some initial enquiries and there won't be any problem with us going there. We just need to sort out the timing, but more about that later. I know that Bernardo would be happy to see us at any time, he's dying to meet you Lena, I've told him all about you."

I laughed, "Not everything, I hope."

"No, not everything. Just how lovely you are." I hugged him and started to cry. All my love for him welled up and it was too much. But he really got me then.

"However," he said seriously and gently pushing me away, "I do have some conditions!"

"Conditions?" I said nervously.

"Yes, conditions." Then he got down on his knees in front of me and took both my hands in his. He looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I know that I'm old enough to be your father but I love you so much. Will you do me the greatest honour and be my wife?"

WHAT??? I was completely gob smacked. I looked at Jo and she was laughing silently. "That's got you," she said. And it had. I hadn't even considered this. I suppose that now I was his mistress. But to be his WIFE? Married? He must have thought I was upset because he looked very sad as I hesitated but I only hesitated because I was surprised. There was no doubt that I would marry him, I just hadn't considered marriage at all. I slipped down off the chair onto my knees and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"Nothing would make me happier," I said, crying into his shoulder. He held me so tight I thought he would squeeze the breath from my body, "Oh how I love you," he said and he kissed me again. I was crying and laughing at the same time, kissing him back and cuddling him. He stood taking me with him and turned to Jo. 

"Joanna," he said, "I suppose you stand in 'loco parentis' for Lena so I should ask your permission. Is it OK."

"Don't you dare so no," I said smiling at her.

"I couldn't be happier for you both," she said, "I don't really have to agree do I, but anyway, I do."

"Phew, I'm glad that's over," he said, "I've been worrying about that all day and thinking what I'd do if either of you said no."

I looked at Jo, "This changes nothing about Sunday with Jo, does it Mike?"

"Not if you want it so, no it doesn't. I love you Lena and you know I'd do anything to make you happy." Then he turned to Jo, "And you, probably the most beautiful brunette in the world, I can't wait to love." 

She blushed beautifully and I slapped him playfully on the arm, "Flatterer," I said, "you're only after one thing!"

He laughed, "Unfortunately I don't think I'd be any use for anything at the moment after the day I've had. But seriously Lena, Jo, we have to talk about the future. I've had a lot of time today waiting around to think and do. Can I ask you both some things and make some suggestions?"

I looked at Jo and she nodded 'yes' so I said, "What have you been planning all day, come on, tell us?"

"I'll start by talking about the clinic and the baby. We have to go to Bologna at the right time of the month for you Lena, a few days after your period ends. We go in together and they take the sperm from me and take your eggs, I don't really know how many they do. We'll probably find out all about that when we get there. It's a bit more of an operation for me because they have to cut in to get the little blighters so I stay in for a while. Then they fertilise the eggs and start them off in vitro I think. After about a month you go back and they implant some fertilised eggs back in you. The you go back about a fortnight later for a check-up to see if everything is OK. I'm not really sure about all the procedures but, no doubt, we'll find that out when we get there. Once the clinic is happy with your condition the doctor there will pass you over to Mary back here and she'll look after you.

"I've had some ideas about how we do all this. You can choose how soon we go Lena, there won't be any problem with the clinic. When do you want to start?"

I looked at Jo, then at Mike, "My next period starts on Thursday week so I'll finish in the middle of the week after next. How about the weekend after that?"

"Great," he said, "what I thought is that we could go to Bologna and stay with Bernardo for a couple of days before we go into the clinic. Afterwards we'll go and stay in a villa I have which overlooks Lake Maggiore. We can stay there for about a month then go back to Bologna. After the clinic we'll se how thing go then either back to the villa or, possibly, we can go to Sorrento for a couple of weeks to soak up the sun before returning to Bernardo and the clinic again. What do you say?"

"That sounds good to me, but, erm," and I looked at Jo.

"Oh don't worry about me," she said, "you go and enjoy yourselves. I'll be fine."

"Well," said Mike, "I did say 'conditions', that's another one." He looked at Jo, "I want you to come with us to Italy. Lena will need a companion, someone to be with and I do too. I think we both need you there Jo. We would be lost without you," and he looked at her in that loving way he can. 

She looked at me, "Oh please Jo, please."

"Look," he said to Jo, "if Lena agrees I'd like us to get married in Italy. Bernardo has a magnificent chapel in the villa with everything that's needed. It would be wonderful. I won't have anyone there, my girls will disown me over this but I don't really care, and I would love you to be there. Lena, is that OK. Do you want your family there?"

"Oh no, not on your life," I said, "I'll tell my mum but if she came she'd only want to bring her mob with her and I won't have that. I would like Jo's mum and dad to come though, they're like second parents to me. Would that be OK?"

"Of course, well Jo, what do you say?"

She looked in two minds, "I don't know," she said, "I don't want to intrude on you two and everything . . ."

"You certainly won't intrude," said Mike, "I very much want you to come with us. We'll need someone to keep our feet on the ground. And someone to love," he added looking at her fondly then at me. "I don't think it would be right to split you two up you know. You're as much in love with each other as Lena and I are. I don't think I could be really happy knowing you were left here on your own."

I walked over to her, held both her hands, and looked deep into her eyes, "He's right Jo, I love you, you know that, and there's nothing I'd rather have other than you there for both of us. And I am going to need a maid of honour aren't I?" I added laughing. 

She laughed back, "I don't know how I can refuse you when you put it like that but I don't know about work, you know, getting the time off."

"Look Jo," I said, "you've not been happy there since Steve, and he's still working there poisoning everyone about you. You could leave and go on the 'bank'. You're experienced enough to have no trouble getting work. Oh Jo, please come!"

She threw her arms around me and said, "Off course I'll come, sod the job, we're more important that that." She looked at Mike, "Are you sure you want me to come?"

"Almost as much as I want to marry Lena," he said smiling fondly at her. "It will be a great time for all of us, you see. But," he said, becoming serious again, "we have to think of what happens when we come back."

It suddenly dawned on me, if we were married I would live with him. It's funny that you don't think of the obvious we you're caught up in emotional situations like this. That would mean Jo would be on her own, I wasn't happy with that. "What are we going to do?" I asked them both at the same time. Jo looked puzzled but I could see that Mike had again thought it through.

"Jo, I don't like the thought of you on your own. How about you Lena?"

"No, I don't like it either."

"Don't be silly, I'm a big girl now, and I can live on my own," she said laughing a bit uncomfortably I thought.

"Off course you can," said Mike, "but do you want to?"

"Well, I suppose I don't really. Lena and I have been together for nearly five years now and I will certainly miss her," she said smiling at me.

"Does she have to?" I asked Mike.

"Well, it all depends on what you both want. I've drawn up some plans for changes in the house to provide a self-contained flat and I would love for Jo to move in there. Jo," he said to her, "I would love to have you with us, I think we are three and we can be happy together. But I do think you need some independence, you know, a place of your own. What do you say? By the way, don't worry about this flat, I have an estate agent friend who, if you want, will take care of letting it to provide a nice income."

She looked at us both and the love shone in her eyes, "Yes, I would like to be with you but are you SURE?"

Mike and I looked at each other. I could tell he was sure and I knew I was so I said, "Oh yes, Jo, of course we are both sure. That's all settled then." I ended.

"Whoa, slow down there, Lena. There's an awful lot to arrange yet and it's going to be a busy couple of weeks. I think we leave things as they are at the moment and we'll sort things out when I book the clinic." 

I wanted to carry on asking him about the future but he suddenly looked very tired. Jo looked at him and then at me and said "Lena I think he needs to get some sleep, leave him alone now. We can talk tomorrow or at the weekend."

"Yes," he said, "I'm shattered. What with the day I've had, becoming engaged, " he smiled, "and finding I'm going to be living with two very beautiful and attractive young women. I'm sorry Lena but I'm bushed, I'll have to go." I looked at the clock, it was near midnight, we'd been talking for ages, he must be shattered.

"Oh, don't be silly, you can sleep here tonight. We'll both tuck you up in bed. Do you want to shower first?"

"No, I think I just want to sleep sweetheart, point me in the direction of the bedroom and I'll struggle there." 

"Oh, you know where it is silly, go on, I'll be there in a minute."

Off he went to bed. Jo turned to me, "He looks very tired, he must have worked like hell today to get all that done. And all that planning. Lena, are you really sure about all this. It's a major change in all our lives, are you sure."

"Oh, Jo, I think I'm as sure as I'll ever be. I want his baby and I love him so marrying him is right. I love you too, so you being there when it all happens is right as well. Afterwards, when we come back, it's right that you should stay with us. I love you both and I couldn't face having to choose."

"You don't have to Lena, we're lucky, we don't have to choose yet. But remember we still have Sunday to come. . ."

"Ooohhh, I hope so," I said laughing, "I hope we cum a lot."

"Lena, you are incorrigible. I can see that you've put all those blues behind you."

"Yes, I have. All the worries now are nice ones, you know, how the clinic will turn out, will it be successful, what to wear. I think I feel happier now than I've ever felt. Even happier knowing that you still love me and will be coming with us."

"I do and I will, but now to bed. Go on a cuddle him to sleep, if he's not asleep already," she laughed.

Well, he was, so I snuggled up to him and he cuddled me in his sleep. I drifted off with this wonderful future close to my mind and slept like a baby all night.

When I woke Mike was gone but I could hear him pottering in the kitchen. He popped his head round the door, "Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is ready in 10 minutes if you want to shower. And wake Jo on the way."

He had prepared a lovely breakfast from what we had stocked away and we all sat down chatting as we ate. Mike left afterwards saying he would meet me for lunch and Jo and I cleared up before I went to work. With Jo on middle shift it meant we would have this evening together and, as I now had thrown off my blues, I suggested that we watch the film from last Sunday. She laughed, "Mmm, I'll look forward to that. Is Mike coming over?"

"No," I said, "we're meeting for lunch. We won't see him together until Sunday so you'd better be ready," I added laughing, "because we're going to have a wonderful time." And I left for work.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 04.05



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Sorry but more plot development here laying out the future for Jo.) 

(No sex)

Mike had told me before he left not to say anything to Sarah about our marriage until after lunch. It was difficult but I managed it. He came in the shop about 12:30, had a quick word with Sarah then off we went. He took me to one of the usual places. A small restaurant which had nice secluded area which he always booked for us. 

After we finished eating he turned to me and said, "There's something I didn't do last night. I didn't have time to get it yesterday so here it is today," and he gave me a small box. Inside was the most gorgeous engagement ring with a lovely diamond, exquisitely cut but not too big, which I always think looks over the top.

"Oh, it's lovely," I said, "lovely."

"Look, I suppose you should choose it really. If you don't like it we can take it back and you can choose. It's just that I wanted to get it for you, as a surprise, you know. I like surprising you," he added smiling softly at me.

"Oh no, it's OK. It's a lovely ring and I'm going to wear it this afternoon so everyone will know. Is that OK?"

"Of course it is. I want everyone to know, though I'm sure that I'll get labelled a cradle snatcher and what they'll call you I don't know."

"I don't care what they call us, I'm so happy. Will you tell Sarah about work and everything." I must admit that I was really looking forward to everyone knowing but a little apprehensive. I knew that many people would criticise both him and me because of the age difference. I didn't care really but it sort of takes the edge off the happiness of it all. I vowed to ignore the negative comments which probably would come from those jealous of our happiness. I was also concerned about work. I enjoyed working for Sarah. She gave me quite a lot of responsibility and I was picking up a lot about jewellery and fine art goods. I wasn't sure how Mike felt about me working so before he could answer I asked,

"Mike, I'm not sure about work and everything. Do you mind me working, you know, after we get back. I think I'd like to if Sarah will have me back but I don't want to if you're not happy."

"Lena, darling, you're young, fit, and healthy. It would be terribly wrong of me to have any objection to you working if you want to and of course Sarah will have you back. She values you very highly."

I shouldn't have worried really. I should have know that was how he would feel. "Shall we go and talk to Sarah now and get it all sorted out?"

"Before we leave I'd like to talk about Jo." I was suddenly concerned, was he getting cold feet about the threesome, surely not. He must have seen my face drop as he immediately said, "No Lena, I'm not worried about Sunday. Well I am really," he laughed, "I don't know how I'm going to keep up with you two, but I am looking forward to trying! Seriously though, what about afterwards, you know, when we come back from Italy. If everything goes well and you are pregnant I worry that Jo will feel isolated, a bit left out,"

"I see what you mean," I said, "but she'll be there to take care of you when I'm fat and ugly."

He leant forward and caressed my cheek, "You will never be fat and ugly, pregnant and beautiful yes, and I'm sure you'll be able to 'take care of me' right up to the last minute," he laughed, "I know she'll have you to look after before and after the baby comes but I'm still worried she will feel out of it. I think we need to find her a man of her own."

I was a bit shocked, this was Mike suggesting matchmaking. "She's not overly fond of men at the moment is she? Apart from you that is. I think that she's lost a lot of her confidence in that area since breaking with Steve. He said some really horrid things to her, you know, being no good in bed, couldn't satisfy a man, things like that, so her confidence needs to be boosted. That's really what sharing you is all about isn't it? If she can please you like that it will help her confidence."

"Mmm, I suppose so. You don't think she's ready yet?"

"Well, I don't know," I said, then it suddenly dawned on me. "Come on Mike," I laughed, "I think I know you well enough now to realise that you wouldn't have raised this unless you had a man in mind. Am I right?"

"Well, yes you are. I have in mind a nice young man, the same age as Jo. Very handsome, very considerate and almost completely lacking in confidence where women are concerned. Extremely intelligent and well mannered and named . ."  

"Guy," I said.

"Yes, Guy," he agreed laughing. "Guy is just right for her. He's not pushy, he won't threaten her confidence. To be honest I don't think he's been with more than a couple of girls and they were one night jobs at parties. He's always been shy with women. When he lived with me I used to take him to meetings and things when he wasn't at college and he would get many a proposition but he always avoided them. So, if they did 'click' Jo would definitely be in the driving seat, as it were."

"Mmm, I must admit, I didn't think he was interested in women. He never takes much notice of me, not like the other three boys," I laughed, "I can't keep them off me."

"I'm afraid that's probably my fault," he said quietly. "Once we put the problems of Maria's baby behind us and Silvio had accepted me back into the family, Guy and I became very close indeed. He was almost like the son I never had," he said with a deep sigh tinged with sadness, "at least up till now," he added cheering up and smiling at me, "so he spent a lot of time with me as he grew. He was always the quiet one, thoughtful and deep. I suppose I taught him that he should respect women, you know, be polite, gentlemanly and possibly that's held him back a little. He's a bit intimidated by today's modern young women. He's actually very emotional you know," he smiled at me, "he fancies you like anything, but then most men do," he said.

"No, he doesn't," I said, surprised "he's never shown any interest."

"You haven't been watching his eyes. They follow you about the room. I know him well enough to know what he's thinking. But of course he would never show it openly. He knows you are mine and he has too much respect for me, and for you, to embarrass us all, but I bet he masturbates with you in mind," he ended laughing.

I laughed back, "The poor man, perhaps I should do something about it."

He laughed softly, "Perhaps you can one day. But back to the point, what do you think? I'm not suggesting we force them or anything but if they seem to hit it off I could make some arrangements to, sort of, help things along."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you won't know yet but this morning I told Silvio about our engagement and the journey to Italy. He wants to give us an engagement/going away party on Sunday week. They will have the opportunity to meet then. We can nudge them together by tweaking the seating arrangements. They won't notice that. You will have to keep the boys away from her because we'll make sure that she looks her most gorgeous. You'll only have two to contend with as Pietro has got himself a girlfriend who'll probably be there. If things go well and they are attracted to each other we'll arrange a lunch foursome the week before we go to cement things a bit. They'll both think they won't see each other until after we return from Italy but I can take care of that."

"How?" I asked.

"This is the crafty part," he continued smiling, "you'd be proud of this Lena. Guy has finished his fourth year at college doing his doctorate. He's on a sort of sabbatical until he starts to work for Bernardo later in the year in Italy. The idea is that he will work there for a while then return to England to set up a branch of the company here, Bernardo wants to expand back into the UK. All the family will be in Italy for the wedding but Guy isn't due to go to Italy to work for a few months yet but. . . "

"I think I know where you're going here," I said laughing, "you will get Bernardo to call him out to Italy earlier on some pretext or other while we are there."

"You've got it," he said laughing back at me, "I should have known that little Miss Machiavelli would see through my cunning plan. If things really go well we can get Guy up to the villa with us and they can cement, as it were, their relationship. Do you think it will it work and is it a good idea."

"I think that it's a good idea. He is such a nice man, your influence I suspect, and his lack of experience will mean Jo won't feel so threatened by the relationship. If they hit it off, yes, I think it will work. But you'll lose Jo won't you, and so might I," I ended lamely.

"That is a possibility but I don't think so," he said smiling softly at me, "look, Jo loves you. You've said it yourself, she's your surrogate mum, sister and your lover. I don't think you'll lose her that easily. I don't know about her and me, we haven't really got going yet, but I have a sense that she sees it in the same way you do, you know, a binding together. I also suspect that she may well want to share her man as well, so you could find yourself doing 'something' about Guy."

I must admit that the idea was quite enticing, Guy was the handsomest man I'd met in a long time, well, excluding Mike, who wasn't that handsome anyway. Oh, you know what I mean. I looked at him, "Would you mind, you know, if I went with him. If he and Jo do hit it off. Wouldn't you be jealous?"

"I suppose I would be," he said pensively, "but I have no right to be have I. I am going to 'go with' Jo aren't I, you 'go with' Jo and I don't feel jealous about that. I don't think I'd like it if you just went with just anybody, in fact I'd hate it, but with Guy, if he and Jo were together, no I don't think I'd mind," he suddenly laughed, "might even make an interesting foursome. I've never done that before."

I was thinking exactly the same thing so I smiled and kissed him, "You are a lecher," I whispered smiling.

"And you are a very sexy woman," he laughed back, "I know exactly what you were thinking then. Does it appeal to you?"

"Oh yes, I think it does and, if he fancies me like you say, it would be very interesting."

"Back to the point, shall we try it then. Not too pushy, just point them at each other and see what fate brings. Yes?"

"Yes, let's do it. Its quite exciting this matchmaking!" I laughed.

"Well you should know!" he said laughing back, "but we must be careful, understand," he said sternly, "if she gets wind of anything it could shatter all our plans even if they are attracted to each other. If it all turns out well and they do get it together we can tell her then if we need to, OK?"

"OK," I said pouting at him, "I'll be careful but I can't wait to see whether they like each other."

"Well, we will know on Sunday week at the party. You'll just have to be patient 'til then. Come on, its time I got you back to the shop. We'll sort things out with Sarah then I just need a few words with you about tomorrow lunchtime, OK?"

"Wait a minute," I said, "what did you mean just now when you said most men fancy me. You know I'm not very pretty."

He laughed, "But you are and you are a very, very sexy lady. You don't have to have a body and face like Claudia Schiffer to be attractive to men. You're attractive because you are confident in your sexuality. You know how to please a man and you know that you can, you are sure of yourself and that shows in how you walk, how you carry yourself, speak to people. Your whole 'attitude', in the old meaning of the word, exudes this sexual confidence. Men notice that, they know that you would please them. Oh it's difficult to explain really, but now you are the sexiest lady I've ever known. Jo has the same potential. You must have noticed it before she got down in the dumps."

Well, I had actually. When we went out together men flocked round her no matter how she dressed she always seemed to have admirers. "I suppose so," I said pensively, "she always seemed to have lots of attention. Do men really fancy me like that?"

"Yes they do," he laughed, "but don't you go taking advantage of it!"

"I never would," I said giving him a kiss, "I've got the only man I need. Come on, let's go back to the shop."

On the way back I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow lunchtime but he wasn't going to explain until later so we went back to the shop. Sarah was as pleased as punch when she saw my ring and she playfully had a go at Mike about not being available any more. Then she cheekily asked me if she could borrow him for a couple of nights to 'run him in'. He said looking after one beautiful woman was enough for him and she'd have to make do with her own man now. As it happened she was going to close the shop after stocktaking to take a long holiday herself whilst it was completely renovated so my absence solved a problem for her. She was also happy to have me back afterwards, before the baby (I hope) was born. I wasn't sure what would happen after that. I was pretty sure I'd want to stay at home for a while with the baby so we didn't make any definite plans.

As he left the shop he said, "Lena, I need to see you tomorrow lunchtime for some business. Nothing to worry about. Sarah, we'll need a couple of hours, is that OK?"

"Sure," she said, "no need to rush back. Stocktaking's almost finished now. By the way Lena, when will you leave before your visit to Italy?"

"Well I'm not sure. Mike, what do you think?"

"Well," he said, "I was hoping that you could finish next Friday. That will give us a week to get your stuff moved from Jo's and get the house to your liking. There's going to be a lot of arranging to do so that would give us plenty of time. How does that suit you Sarah?"

"That's fine by me. We'll clear the shop next week and I arrange for the fitters to start planning and working the week after. We can have a farewell lunch on Friday Lena and I can give you some tips on how to deal with a husband," she said laughing as she left us alone.

"About tomorrow," Mike said, "it's quite important. We have to see a solicitor. I'll explain everything tomorrow morning before the appointment, OK?"

"Mmm," I said giving him a kiss, "I'll see you tomorrow then. What time?"

"Oh, about 11 o'clock," he replied hugging me and kissing me back, "and enjoy the DVD," he ended laughing.

"Oh, we will," I laughed back as he left the shop.

The day flew by with all the people in the shop eager to look at my beautiful ring and hear about our engagement. There were a few odd looks and one person did mention our age difference but nothing could shatter my feeling of euphoria. When I got home in the evening Jo had prepared dinner and opened a bottle of wine which we both enjoyed before settling down for the evening.

I showed her my ring when I got home but now she had a closer look as I took it off and handed it to her.

"Oh, it's lovely Lena. Did you choose it?"

"No, Mike bought it for me. He said I could change it if I wanted but I like it. I like that he bought it for me. He said we would choose wedding rings in Italy. Isn't that lovely?"

"It's a beautiful ring, I'm sure you'll wear it with pride" and she gave me a kiss. 

I though I detected a hint of sadness as she said this so I said to her, "Is there anything wrong Jo, you sound a little sad?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I suppose I'm a little bit jealous. You've got your man, you know, you love him, you're going to get married and have his baby. I suppose I'd like to do that as well. I'm glad for you and sad for me at the same time. Oh Lena, I'm afraid that I might lose you, you know, to Mike to the new baby. I feel so insecure now when I should feel solid and happy."

I could see that she was relapsing into her sadness over Steve so I said rather firmly, "Look, I've had this nonsense from Mike, you are not going to lose me, I love you. It's far more likely that I'll lose you when you find a nice young man to have all to yourself. I'm sure that time will come you know, when you get over Steve and what he did to you. Now don't be silly, we've got Sunday to look forward to now. I know you are going to enjoy yourself, aren't you?"

Her mood seemed to change and she became a bit more light-hearted, just as I wanted, "Oh Lena, I am looking forward to Sunday with him but, well you know what Steve said to me about being no good in bed and all that, I'm worried that I won't be good enough for him, especially with you there."

Now we were getting to the point of her worry, she was frightened that Mike would compare us and find her wanting. "Jo, don't be silly. You are a sexy, attractive, experienced woman, far more experienced than me. You know how to please a man. Be honest, Steve wasn't disappointed until he started to be nasty to you was he. He only said he was dissatisfied when you wouldn't go along with the sadism bit and to hurt you, that's when he started to undermine your confidence. Well, Mike won't do that. Mike will be gentle, loving and respectful. You'll have so many orgasms you'll lose count. The only problem will be not letting him cum too soon when he gets close to you in bed. Let me tell you he can't wait to make love to you and I can't wait to see him doing it. Oh Jo, you really are going to enjoy Sunday."

She laughed, shaking off her depression, "Lena, you have such a fountain of happiness about you. Yes I was worried that he would compare us and how we performed in bed but I feel better now. Come on let's watch the DVD and you can tell me how you got on last Sunday. I'm dying to know. Tell me about that first."

So I told her all about last Sunday, how he made love to me using the Shakespeare sonnet, my feet and everything.

"It must have been lovely, being made love to like that. What sonnet did he use?"

"'Shall I compare thee to a summers day'. It was marvellous Jo, I don't think that a girl has been seduced properly until that happens to her. It makes you go all gooey and silly. The words feel like soft caresses, stroking all over. I almost came just listening to him but with him kissing and stroking me as well, oh dear, it was unbelievable. Perhaps he'll do that to you Sunday week," I ended looking at her.

"What do you mean," she asked looking puzzled.

"Well, Sunday week I'll have my period won't I. That means you'll have to look after Mike on your own won't you?"

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Ohhhh, I'm not sure. You'll be there won't you? Don't you usually suck him when you've got your period?"

I laughed at her "Yes, I do but with you there he can have the full menu can't he. I can just watch and help where needed!"

"You can't can you, just watch?" she said shocked.

I laughed at her again, "No, of course not but he won't be able to have me properly will he so he'll have to have you instead. I'm not keen on him inside my bottom when I have my period so, yes, I'll suck him but he'll make love to you. Now stop worrying about it and let's watch the DVD. You'll enjoy it." With that I put the TV on and we sat back to watch.

We chatted away to each other as we watched the DVD, Jo astonished at the size of the guy who did the anal and 'ooohhing' and 'ahhing' at the double penetration. She was obviously getting quite hot watching these lovely people having sex, I know I was so, as soon as it finished, I got up, sat next to her and gave her a great big sexy kiss which she returned with interest. This lead to us going directly to the my bedroom and making love for an hour or so. We had a couple of lovely orgasms each and lay there in each others arms afterward talking about the DVD.




Caroline Ch. 04.05



"Well," I said laughing, "what did you think? Other than it made you feel very sexy."

She laughed back, "I certainly did that. I enjoyed it. It wasn't like those I watched with Steve." She managed to say this without any inference at all so I thought that she must be really putting him behind her now. "You could feel that they seemed to be enjoying each other so that made it more acceptable I suppose. I liked it, did you?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it the first time," I laughed, "particularly as Mike was eating me while I was watching that girl get it in her bottom with that enormous cock."

"He didn't, did he?"

"Yes he did. And he put three fingers in my bottom at the same time. It was gorgeous. I had a lovely orgasm. But he wouldn't let me touch him. He said that it was a very sexy situation for him, watching an adult movie sitting next to a willing young woman. If I touched him he'd have cum straight away and have nothing left for later."

"Lena," Jo said quietly, "I'm not sure that I can take him in my bottom on Sunday. He's quite big isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. Not as big as that one on screen but bigger than our fake one, about two inches I think."

"Will he mind if I can't. I know he likes bottoms very much. Will he be upset?"

"Oh Jo, don't worry about that. If you can't take him there so be it. He won't mind. He might be a bit disappointed. He says you've got a lovely bottom and he would love to 'attend to' it but he's not the sort of man to let that cause a problem. I'm sure he'll find lots of other ways of giving you pleasure. That's his focus really, giving his partner pleasure. He says that he gets just as much pleasure out of watching me cum as he does cumming himself so don't worry about it."

"Did he really say that about my bottom? Tell me what else he's said about me?" she asked coyly.

"Well, I'm not sure I ought to really," I teased her, "you know, you might get bigheaded." She pouted at me. "Oh all right. He said you had a lovely body, quite different from mine and that he couldn't wait to make love to you. He was looking forward to kissing your boobs and exploring your bottom which he thought was nice and tight." She smiled languidly. "And he said that he wants you to suck him with that gorgeous mouth of yours," I ended laughing and kissing her.

"Did he really say all those things," she asked still unsure of herself.

"Of course he did. I'm a bit worried that I won't get a look in on Sunday. He's going to spend all day screwing you!" I laughed. "Anyway, let's talk about the DVD. What did you think of the double penetration?"

"I don't know really. Would you like to try it?"

"Yes, I think I would," I replied.

"What about Mike?"

"He's never done it," I said and explained how he felt, then said with a sexy smile, "We could do it with one of those strap-on things. What do you think, would you like to try it?"

"I'd be a bit worried about the size of the one going in the back door," she laughed, "but I suppose I would. Just to see whether I'd like it or not. Perhaps we should get one of those strap-ons, it might be interesting on Sunday and, I suspect, it will surprise him."

"Yes it probably will. You're off on Saturday aren't you. Shall we go to the Anne Summers shop again and look at them."

"Mmm, that should be interesting. Yes, let's do that."

"Would you like to do all those things, you know, suck him as he came out of me front and back or sit on his face? I sat on his face on Sunday. It was lovely, made him very wet though," I ended laughing.

"I wouldn't mind doing anything like that with you," Jo replied, "I've just licked you front and back haven't I so sucking him is no different. Well, it is really, he's got a big dick!" she laughed.

"I think that we'll just attack him on Sunday morning. Remember I told you he doesn't like going straight to sex. He thinks it demeans me but I'm sure we don't care do we?" She shook her head, "So let's just take him in hand, as it were, and go straight to it. We can sit on him together," I laughed and cuddled her and we continued chatting about Sunday until we went to sleep.

Please vote and comment, it makes posting the stories worthwhile. As before, I don't write about f/f sex as it's outside my experience. I really would love to hear from someone who might like to write up these episodes in full so, if there is anyone out there who likes the idea, please contact me. I must admit, I am intrigued how they would get on!

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 04.06



Caroline's story:

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Just some general information here but there is another opportunity to insert all female sex, this time a threesome and toys!) 

Solicitors and Jo: (No sex)

My feeling of euphoria continued into Friday morning and I was pleased to see his face as he came to the shop to pick me up for lunch. He'd mentioned something about a solicitor so I was quite intrigued as to what was going to happen. He took me first to the little café next door and we sat down with a coffee.

"I need to explain about today," he said, "I don't want you to feel sad but this is something that I must do so go along with me please."

This worried me, "What do you mean?" I said with some concern.

"Really, don't worry. I've changed my will and some details about the house. I've got to make sure that you and the baby (and I hope there will be one) will be properly provided for if anything happens to me."

He must have seen my face drop at this because he immediately said, "There's nothing to worry about, I'm not ill or anything, but I have to do this now so that I know you will be OK. You just have to sign a few papers. The problem is that my girls will probably be upset about all this and I have to make sure that there is no messing about, you know, afterwards. I don't want everyone fighting over the leftovers, as it were."

"Well, I won't fight," I said tearfully, "I don't want any money or anything, I just want you!"

"I thought you might say that," he said smiling tenderly and taking my hands in his, "but I won't be happy unless everyone is cared for so we're going to see my solicitor to sign the necessary documents. If you don't understand anything there just say so, OK?"

I smiled back at him, "OK, I won't be sad talking about this. You know it makes me sad, don't you?"

"Mmm, I know," he said, "but it must be done. Come on, let's go."

We got to the solicitors and he introduced me to Nerys, a lady perhaps 10 years younger than him and still strikingly attractive. "Nerys is an old friend," he said giving her a peck on the cheek, "and she's been my solicitor for a long time so she knows all the ins and outs. Nerys, this is Caroline, my fiancée."

Ooohhh , that felt good. 'Fiancée'. I could live with that. Nerys gave me a big smile and a quick kiss. "It's nice to meet the lady who has spiced up his life," she said, "he said you were pretty and I think he is right." I was quite surprised really. I suppose I had expected some disapproval from a solicitor but I could see that Nerys was not the usual run of the mill solicitor. I wondered if there was some history between Mike and her. I'd have to ask him later.

We sat down with more coffee and Mike began to explain the first set of documents. "This is about the house," he said. "So that you won't lose your home, our home, if anything happens to me I'm putting the house in both our names. This means that you will be joint owner, understand?"

I nodded, "I've never owned a house before, do I have to do anything?"

"No," he laughed, "this is just to make sure that there won't be any problems. We'll sign the papers now but the transfer won't take place until we're married in Italy. That's because of the tax problems. I can give my wife half the house but not my fiancée."

I leant over and pecked his cheek, "I like 'fiancée'", I said, "but I'll like 'Mrs' better. Where do I have to sign?"

"Don't forget," he said smiling, "you sign as Mrs. . . . . . if you want!"

"Oh, yes please, I'll do that," I said feeling all happy inside.

So we both signed all the papers, hundreds of times it seemed, where Nerys showed us. "I'll verify and date these when you let me know the date of the wedding," she said.

Then she pushed the next set of papers across. "This is my new will," he said and that made me feel sad again. He smiled, "I'm afraid, Nerys, that she thinks I'm going to drop dead any minute so talking about this tends to upset her."

I punched him playfully, "I'm sorry," I said, "but I can't help it. You know how I feel don't you Nerys?" not expecting an answer.

"Yes, I do actually. Only with me it's the other way round." I raised my eyebrows quizzically. "My partner is a lot younger than me," she said adding with a laugh, "and very demanding: so I worry I won't last the course."

"How is Craig?" Mike asked.

"Oh, he's fine. He finished his fourth year last week so he's lying around doing nothing at the moment, apart from me," she added laughing. "He starts his new job with BA Research next month." I must have looked a bit shocked, "Yes," she said smiling, "he's only in his twenties so, you see, I do understand how you feel."

I smiled back at her. She was obviously a very remarkable woman and I knew that, as Mike had confidence in her, she was good at her job as well.

Mike went on to the will, "You know I'm not short of money don't you, Lena?"

I did I suppose. I'd never really thought about it. He had lots of nice things, he didn't seem to worry about the cost of anything but, you know, he never made a thing of it so I hadn't given it a thought. "I suppose so," I said, "I've never thought about it really."

"Well," he said, "without the house I'm actually worth about six million pounds."

I was gob smacked. "Six million," I said stunned.

"Yes," he said, "mainly in stock, shares and securities. Businesses like Bernardo's company (I own almost half of that), Silvio's restaurant, things like that. There's quite a bit of cash but it's mostly tied up. Now my old will split everything four ways. That's one quarter each for my daughters and one quarter split equally between my grandchildren, in trust until they reach 18. I've changed that now. Obviously the house will be yours as will all the contents, they're covered in the will. The rest, after the Government has taken it's fill, will now be split five ways, one fifth each to my daughters and to you and one fifth split equally between my grandchildren and our baby. That will leave you with about £600,000. I've also arranged for a one off payment for Joanna of £100,000. Is that OK?" 

My mind was doing summersaults, that was an awful lot of money. I must have looked shocked. "Don't worry about it," he said, "Nerys and her firm will take care of everything. She's one of the few solicitors you can trust and she only employs good eggs so they're all OK," he ended smiling at her.

"Thanks for that vote of confidence," she said laughing, "it's a good thing that I'm the only solicitor here! But he's right Lena, can I call you Lena?" I nodded, 'yes'. "If anything does happen it will take a lot of unravelling so you will have a joint bank account so you won't be short of cash. We'll arrange all that when you come back. This is a letter being sent to each of Mike's daughters and there's one for you. I'm afraid that he thinks they might challenge the new will. You all have to sign it to say you won't challenge it and, if you do, you forfeit any inheritance. Obviously for you it's just a formality but we have to be even-handed. Is that OK,"

"Mmm," I said, "I feel a bit mean really. I suppose that they think I'm a gold digger, you after Mike for his money."

"Sadly," he said, "they may do but that's their problem. They don't do badly in this will and they'll have to put up with it. It's important to me that you will be provided for when the time comes."

Nerys called a couple of her staff into the office to witness all the papers. Mike seemed to know them well. I also notice that Silvio's son David was working in the office so this was obviously a tightly knit concern.

With all the papers signed we said goodbye to Nerys who left us with a kiss each and a wish for everything to go well. She seemed to know about the baby plans so I assumed he must have discussed it with her. We went to our usual small restaurant for lunch, sitting in a private corner where we could talk.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you," he said showing some concern for my quietness. I was a bit overwhelmed by everything that had happened, all the things Nerys had told me and I was still trying to take it all in. 

"No, you haven't upset me," I said giving him a little kiss and smiling back at him, "it's all a bit overwhelming you know, suddenly finding out that you're going to marry a rich man."

"Oh, I'm not that rich. I've just been lucky with my investments. I've always tried to help my friends when they needed money and in almost every case they have been successful so I've benefited. As I said before, there's not much actual cash, most of what I live on is benefits from the investments. That's where Nerys comes in. She handles all of the finances along with her brother who runs an accountancy firm."

I laughed at him, "And I suppose you helped them as well?"

"Yes," he said laughing, "I did about twenty years ago. Thankfully they are both very successful."

"Have you had a thing with Nerys, she's very lovely?" I know I was prying but that's in my nature unfortunately. I just wanted to know all about my man!

"Some years ago, after my divorce we went out together a few times and," he laughed back at me, "yes, we did do it a few times, well several times, then."

"Nothing came of it?"

"We like each other, always have. I've known her for a long time but she's quite sparky. We did try living together for a while but it didn't work really. I was to set in my ways I think. There was no bad feeling but we parted. As you can see, we're still the best of friends."

I smiled back at him, happy in the knowledge that we could talk like this. I was happier now with what had happened and, I suppose, rather pleased that I wouldn't have to worry about money ever again although I didn't think I'd stop working. I like meeting people so I would miss that. We had lunch and continued to chat until he took me back to the shop leaving me with a kiss and a "see you Sunday". I'd told him as he left that Jo and I were going shopping on Saturday so he was sure to expect a surprise.

Saturday was a good day. Both Jo and I were very excited about Sunday. I could tell that she was still a bit worried about her 'performance' in bed with him, she still hadn't shaken off the things that Steve had said to her. I'd actually mentioned this to Mike on Friday over lunch and he said that he would be sure to pay particular attention to her if I didn't mind. I'd said I didn't, all my jealousy had disappeared now we were to be married. I know I had him completely no matter what happened. 

We were shopping on Saturday in the Anne Summers shop, looking for one of those strap-on things for us to use on Sunday if the opportunity came up, when the assistant we had seen before came over to us. Now today we were dressed differently from the last time. Jo looked fantastic as she always did when she took some trouble. Tight jeans and a bare midriff showed of her 24 year old body so well. I'd decided to dress more quietly so that she would get all the admiring looks and she got a lot. Male heads were turning circles following her. I thought this would build her confidence and I think that it did, she was bubbly and full of herself again just like before Steve. I couldn't believe it when she started flirting with the assistant. I must admit she was quite attractive, about 35 I should think and wearing a wedding ring. We all ended up in one of the changing rooms after choosing a strap-on and we had a great time, more of which I might tell you later!

We had a long peaceful and quiet Saturday evening talking about Sunday and how we would behave. It was a bit difficult, I suppose, as we weren't sure how Mike would react. I was fairly certain he would be happy for us to take control for some of the time but I knew he wanted to have some time to pay special attention to Jo so that her confidence would grow. I had no doubt whatsoever that she would be marvellous for him but she still seemed worried about her performance. 

I said to her, "Don't be silly, Jo. Mike isn't worried about your 'performance' as you put it. For most of the time he will be concerned about making sure you enjoy yourself. I've told you, he spends far more time making love to me and making me happy than he ever does for himself. Well, that's not true really because he enjoys making me happy and he will enjoy making you happy. I told you, you'll have tons of orgasms and, by the time he's finished with you, you won't care about your performance, you'll be too busy cumming," I ended laughing.

"Are you sure you're not jealous. If he spends time on me he won't be spending it on you."

"No, you're absolutely right," I said smiling, "but I shall be spending that time on both you and him. Neither of us has had two people attending to us at the same time have we? Think how good that's going to be. I can't wait. Come on let's have an early night, we've got a very busy day tomorrow and we want to be up early to get ready." And with that we went to bed, separately I would add. We didn't want to wear each other out!

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 05.01



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 5.01

Caroline's story:

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!) 

We are three!

We were both up with the lark on Sunday, both happy and looking forward to the day. After breakfast we had a bath together, laughing and playing. I think we were both quite horny already but we resisted touching each other. I didn't think our first orgasms would be very long in coming this morning, it seemed to me that Jo was almost there before he even arrived. Despite her fear that he wouldn't be able to take her bottom, she still insisted on me giving her two enemas in preparation, just in case then she gave me mine. This was sexy in itself and took us to a new plateau.

As we started to get dressed I said to Jo, "You know, I'll be surprised if he gets out of the door this morning. You look as if you could eat a man let alone make love to one. I've never seen you so excited."

"I know," she said, "I haven't felt like this for a long time. I think I'll cum when he looks at me. Anyway, you can talk, you're not far behind. I'm beginning to feel quite sorry for him, does he know what he's let himself in for?" she ended laughing.

"Oh yes, I think he does," I laughed, "he may be a bit worried that he can't keep up with us but I know he's looking forward to trying. And," I added archly, "I know he wants to fuck the arse off you."

Strangely, she blushed, "How do you know, what has he said, come on tell me!"

"Well," I said teasing her, "I told you before, he said that you had a fabulous body, lovely boobs and a gorgeous bottom that he couldn't wait to 'pay attention to' (and you know what that means) and that he was really looking forward to getting his penis in that beautiful mouth of yours before making mad and passionate love to you," I ended cuddling her. "Come on, stop worrying. If you don't have 10 orgasms today I'll eat my hat," I laughed, "and don't worry about your bottom," I added patting her there, "it is truly beautiful and, if he can't have it I'm sure he'll enjoy exploring it with his tongue."

This got her licking her lips in anticipation and I could see she was really warmed up now so I dragged her into the bedroom so we could get dressed. What to wear had caused us something of a problem. We knew we were going to take control immediately and drag him upstairs to the bedroom and go from there. I suggested that we wear loose skirts so we could undress him then sit on him fully clothed just taking our knickers off. Jo thought this was too extreme but I managed to convince her that it would be really exciting for him as well and we could undress each other as we bounced up and down on him.

"Won't he be annoyed if we do that?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I said, "he'll be too busy enjoying us, one on his face and the other on his cock!" You don't know how exciting it is to be doing this, getting ready knowing that you are going to seduce, fuck, screw, etc., a man. It's so often the other way around, we are the prey, the man is the hunter, as it were. When you change it round like today, where we were going out with the intention of having him, whether he liked it or not, it is so, so, invigorating.

So we agreed, we both wore loose skirts, mine crimson and Jo's blue. Neither of us wore stockings or tights very often so we were happy to go without them, just a pair of knickers easily removed. We wore loose shoes as well so we could just kick them off. On top we both wore bras that unfastened at the front for easy release and white blouses with just a couple of buttons. 

I joked, "We can strip down for action very quickly in this, he won't know what hit him."

"You're right," she said, "but its not very glamorous is it?"

I laughed at her, "No, the packaging may be a bit bland but we don't want to detract from the contents do we!"

The we did each other's hair, taking time to get things just right, and put on a little makeup. I seldom wore very much for him, he seemed to like it that way, so I suggested that Jo shouldn't wear too much either. She hadn't on Tuesday and she had looked exquisite so she didn't today. When we were finished I felt so sexy it wasn't true. Here we were dressed for the kill, as it were. We were going to almost rape this man, in fun or course because he wanted to be 'abused', as he said, by two beautiful women. I could tell Jo was up for it as well. I remembered what he'd said about a woman being sexy if she felt confident in herself and her sexuality, well we both did and, I bet, we could have walked into any room in the country and have every man there drooling.

Despite this apparent feeling of confidence, when the doorbell rang Jo looked apprehensive. I got up and gave her a little kiss, "Don't worry," I said, "it'll be all right."

We both went to the door, in a hurry to see him. I was bursting, feeling so good it was almost impossible to describe. I couldn't wait to touch him, hold him, kiss him. I don't know why but I was so excited. I rushed into his arms and held him tight then kissed him.

"Oh it's so good to see you," I said, then turning to face Jo I said, "Let me introduce my friend Joanna."

He laughed, "Lena you are a minx and Jo, you are beautiful, a beauty only surpassed by that gorgeous girl standing next to you." I curtsied to him as he looked us both up and down. It must have been obvious to him that we were both very hot indeed because he said, "Come on let's get going, by the look of you two I'll be lucky to get home in one piece," and he laughed as he led the way to the car. I motioned Jo to sit in the front with him although I knew he wouldn't take that much notice whilst driving. It would, however, give her a chance to touch him which she did all the way back to his house. 

As we stopped on his drive he turned to us and said laughing, "I'm not too sure that I should go into the house with you two, am I safe, will I make it out in one piece?"

I laughed back at him, "Oh, you'll make it out in one piece, knackered, but in one piece," I said, "you are going to be abused but you might just be able to cope."

He laughed back, "Oh Lena you know I love being abused by a beautiful woman and when there are two and they are such gorgeous creatures as you, I can't wait."

I poked my tongue out at him and laughed back, "Come on Jo, he can catch up." With which we strolled down the path to his front door giving him a sight of our bottoms swaying side to side.

"Does he know what's coming?" Jo whispered to me.

"He doesn't know but I'm sure he can guess we've got something lined up."

He opened the front door and we all went inside, closing it behind us. He said smiling at us both, "If you two go into the lounge I'll make some coffee." I'm sure he didn't think this would happen but at least he was trying. We were having none of it. 

I grabbed one arm and Jo grabbed the other, "Oh no," I said, "We're going straight upstairs to the bedroom and we are going to fuck the arse off YOU, aren't we Jo?"

She wasn't really aware of how Mike and I played these games so she just looked somewhat abashed and nodded 'yes'. I chuckled and smiled at her, egging her on and winking, "Come on Jo, tell him what we're going to do. We mustn't keep him in suspense."

She smiled, still a bit unsure of herself, so unlike her really but I suppose this was a new man for her, however she picked up our playful mood and, looking up at him in the most sexy manner said, "Yes, I don't want coffee, I want YOU. I've been waiting ages for this and I can't wait any longer," and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Now, get upstairs this instant. Do as you're told."

He threw back his head and laughed out loud as he climbed the stairs, "Yes mistress," he said, "anything you say mistress, please don't abuse me. Please don't sit on my face, please don't sit on my cock. I can't stand it." This got us all laughing and we quickly followed him upstairs into the bedroom. Here we put our plan into action. I stood to one side and began to kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He was not slow in responding. Looking down I could see that Jo had taken his shoes and socks off and undone his trousers. Her eyes were glowing and I knew she couldn't wait to get a glimpse of his manhood and to taste it in her mouth. Meanwhile, up top, still kissing him, I started to unbutton his shirt and finally removed it. I knew when Jo had got to his penis by his sharp intake of breath that must have been caused by her oral attentions.

We had both kicked off our shoes as we came into the bedroom and now Jo reached up and pulled down my knickers as she gently sucked on his hardness. I had warned her not to get too enthusiastic down there as we certainly didn't want him to cum too soon. Although we had the afternoon to look forward to we wanted to prolong the morning as much as possible. It was time for us to change places so, after she had removed my knickers she came up and began to kiss him while I knelt down and played with his erection, rock hard now with all the attention he was getting. I took him softly into my mouth to allow my hands to remove Jo's knickers and, as she stepped out of them we were ready for the next part of our plan.

I stood up and began kissing him along with Jo. Both of us were running our hands across his body, his chest, his back, his buttocks, and, occasionally, playing with his penis and his balls. We took turns at kissing him, pushing our tongues into his mouth. He seemed somewhat bemused but he was enjoying it. Then we pushed him onto the bed so that he was lying on his back with his erection sticking up in the air. We had discussed last night who was to be first 'on board' him, as it were, and decided that it should be Jo as she hadn't had him before. He was just laying there passively, letting us enjoy ourselves with his body. We were still fully clothed apart from shoes and knickers so he didn't have very much to get hold of. It was so sexy taking him like this, with all our clothes on: really exciting.

Jo moved down to his rock hard erection, kneeling alongside him, and began to kiss, lick, and suck his cock and balls. She gave me a fabulously sexy look, smiling with him stuck in her mouth, "This is bloody gorgeous, bloody gorgeous," she mumbled. 

I looked up from kissing him, "Be careful," I said, "we mustn't have the naughty man shooting his spunk too soon must we." Then I looked down at him and said smiling, "Now, you naughty man, you mustn't cum too soon otherwise you'll be punished."

He laughed and pushed himself into Jo's mouth grimacing with the pleasure he felt and said, "And the threat of 'punishment' from you to is supposed to stop me cumming," and he reached up to pull my mouth onto his. Pulling away he said, somewhat breathlessly, "God, this is heaven, you two are nymphs draining me of everything." Then he kissed me again, shuddering slightly as Jo again sucked hard on his erection. 

I looked down at her again and saw she was really enjoying herself, then she took him out of her mouth and said to me, "Shall we sit on him now. I really want this lovely cock buried inside me. I'm ready, are you?"

Well, I was, but I wanted to tease him just a little bit more. I whispered in his ear, "Do you want Jo to sit on your cock?"

"Bloody hell, she can do what she likes now but when she's finished I'm going to have my revenge," he said laughing.

"I won't let her sit on you unless I can sit on your face," I said kissing him again, "and, if you're not a good boy, we will change places after we cum."

"Oh shit," he said still laughing, "do what you want. I'll just lay back and think of England and of how I'm going to screw the both of you silly when you've finished here!!"

I looked at Jo and nodded. She took her mouth from his erection, now well lubricated with her spittle and his precum and, lifting her skirt, straddled his thighs. Her hand reached down, took hold of him and moved the head backwards and forwards across her cunny. Her face was a picture of lust. I suspect she had never been in this position with a man before, in almost total control. It's wonderfully sexy for a woman to behave like this and I was getting very wet thinking about sitting on his face and getting his tongue and mouth working on my sex. I stopped kissing him for a moment to watch as Jo settled down. I know she is a bit tighter that me, she hasn't been taken so much by a penis as big as Mike's, so I knew they would both really enjoy his first visit there.

As she settled down his face was a picture, "Oh shit," he said, "Oh shit," and he closed his eyes. He was trying not to cum. I motioned to Jo, 'stop' and mouthed "keep still for a mo'". It was obviously difficult for her because she was really enjoying the feeling of insertion by this big tool. After a moment he whispered with a laugh, "Phew, OK, go on, abuse me," and I nodded to Jo and she needed no urging, she just let her weight bear down on him and took him deep into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," was all I got from her as she must have had an orgasm immediately. Then she calmed down a bit and began to really enjoy the feeling of his erection deep inside her. It was time to 'crown' him off so now I lifted my skirt and knelt over his head. I lowered myself down onto him and was rewarded by his mouth planting itself on my sex and his tongue brusquely rubbing my clit. As before his arm went over my thighs and he pulled me down onto him as he moved his head backwards and forwards so his tongue and mouth even more roughly stimulated my already highly aroused pussy and clit. Then, again as before, his other hand stroked my bottom and his middle finger found my tight little bottom hole and thrust in up to the second knuckle. This was enough for me to cum, flooding him with my juice. He seemed to be able to breathe OK because he didn't push me off but continued to eat my pussy and to move his finger in my bottom so I leaned forward and began to kiss Jo who, all this time, had been gently bouncing up and down on his penis savouring the feeling of it thrusting deep inside her. I don't know whether she had had any more orgasms, I was too wound up in my own to see, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

As we kissed each other we began to undo our blouses and, after removing them, our bras. Now we were naked from the waist up, stroking each others boobs and tweaking nipples: heaven!. He continued to stimulate my pussy and Jo continued to bounce up and down on his erection so I said to her, "Do you want to cum again like this or shall we change places?"

She smiled languidly at me, apparently she was in another place for part of the time, just enjoying the feeling of fucking a man like this, "Mmmmmm, what?" she said coming back to the real world.

"Shall we change?"

"Oooooohh, yes please, I want to sit on his face as well."

"You're welcome," I said pushing my bottom into his face as I leaned forward for kiss her.

She, apparently with some reluctance, knelt up and he came out of her. He was saturated. Jo always cums with more liquid than I do, I wondered how he'd manage if she came whilst sitting on his face, he'd nearly drown! As she got up she undid her skirt and slipped it off. I did the same as I lifted myself, I must admit also with some reluctance, from his face. So, as we changed places, we were now naked. I could feel his eyes on us both as he watched us knowing what we planned to do.

"Oh sweet Jesus," he said laughing, "I can't stand much more of this. Please, Jo, don't sit on my face. Lena, please don't force my cock up into your tight little pussy and fuck me. Please."

"Just be quiet and do as you are told," I said with mock seriousness, "you can be in charge later but now just do as you are told!"

"Yes mistress, as you say mistress. But, boy, are you two going to get well and truly screwed later," he added smiling.

"I hope so," I said wiggling my bum at him, "I hope we both are. In fact I'm counting on it!"

I moved to straddle his hips and I grasped his hardness ready to use it to stimulate my already engorged pussy lips but I wanted to watch as Jo sat on his face. She knelt over his head facing me and slowly lowered herself onto him. I was sure she'd never done this before so, like me the first time, she seemed uncertain of just how far down to go and she stopped just above his face. He wasn't happy with this and reached up, like he did with me, and pulled her down so that his mouth, which he opened just before she arrived, was fixed to her sex. I could see him licking and sucking her pussy then her eyes opened wide in surprise and I knew his middle finger had found her anus. She hadn't been expecting that and responded with, "Oh fucking hell, bugger, shit," as she came, flooding him with even more juice. Time for me to sit down.

I placed him at the entrance to my pussy, for a moment I considered putting it into my bottom. I longed for it there but he would cum if I did that, I was sure, and there was a long time left this morning. And I knew he would get his own back in the nicest possible way for our 'queening' of him. So I slowly moved his manhood along my pussy using the head to tweak my clit and then sank down on it, slowly feeding it into my vagina. This was a self inflicted torture as I really wanted to take him all in one go but I needed to prolong this a bit for my own orgasm. Jo was still in the throws of hers, pushing herself down on his face. God knows how he was breathing but he seemed to be all right. I took my hand from his erection and reached for Jo, kissing her full on the lips as I slid down and took all of him inside me. It was heaven, kissing her and screwing him at the same time. Jo pushed her tongue into my mouth and I came almost at once, squatting down even harder on him. Jo was moaning into my mouth and I figured she's had another orgasm as well.

We stayed like this for a while, kissing each other and stroking bodies and boobs. I bounced up and down on his erection and Jo slid her bottom backwards and forwards across his face. I think we both almost forgot about poor Mike but he didn't seem to mind. Slowly we came down from our highs and both slid sideways off him. He was still standing proud but his head was covered in both our juices, all over his face, neck and chest. I popped my head up level with him and gave him a quick kiss,

"Sorry," I said, "I'll get a towel to clean you up."

He smiled languidly back at me, "Thanks, did you both enjoy that?"

"Well I know I did," I said, "what about you Jo?"

She still seemed to be in a bit of a trance, still on her high. I suppose it had been such a long time that she had had really good sex. You couldn't count what she did with Steve, I don't think she really got anything out of that at all except for the early days.

"Jo," I nudge her, "how about you, did you enjoy that?"

She smiled, "Oh bloody hell, yes," she said and bent her head to kiss him, "Oh thank you, that was wonderful. Are we finished now?"

I laughed, "finished, I don't think so. Are we finished Mike."

"We are until I get cleaned up and then I'm going to have you both. You deserve a darn good spanking for what you did to me but I won't spank you, I'm going to make you both cum for being naughty girls," he laughed as I left to get a towel. I came back and we both wiped him clean. His penis had gone down a little while we were doing this and he looked at both of us and said, "Right you two naughty creatures, get that hard again. One each side please with your bottoms facing towards me."

"Oh dear," I thought as I crawled into position, this is going to be excruciatingly wonderful. I knew that he could see both of us completely, pussy and anus and everything. When we were both in position he said, "Start work then," and we both began to work on his slightly soft tool. I would suck the head as Jo licked the rest up and down then we'd change over, Jo using her tongue as only she can. I moved down to his balls, taking one then the other into my mouth and gently sucking. I could taste both Jo and myself on him mixed with his precum which was now leaking out of his tiny pee hole. While Jo continued on his cock I washed his balls with my tongue enjoying the taste and the tickling of his tiny hairs on my tongue. He was moving up and down slightly in Jo's mouth, enjoying the feeling of her lips around his cock. I licked a bit lower, almost down to his anus, then back to his balls then on to his cock to join Jo.




Caroline Ch. 05.01



After a little while of this he said, "OK, Jo first. Climb over my face, I'm hungry."

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I smiled and nodded, I knew he was going to lick her pussy and bottomhole now and probably bring her to orgasm with his tongue and fingers while we both continued to suck him.

"Lena, you can kiss Jo if you want but don't leave my cock for too long otherwise I'll punish you," he laughed, "not that that is much of a threat."

I lifted my head from sucking his now erect member and smiled at him, "No it isn't really, I can take punishment like this for ever!"

Jo moved her body so she was straddling his head in a 69 position. I could sneak a look and I saw that he had started to gently lick her pussy, moving over her perineum and poking his tongue, rolled as usual, into her tight back door. She raised her head and used one hand to pull me to her, planting a deep and longing kiss full on my mouth. She breathed out almost in ecstasy as he rimmed her bottom hole. Then he moved his mouth back to her pussy, stroking down the whole length, up and down, up and down. His hands kneaded her bottom cheeks, those lovely full round mounds of pleasure that I knew he longed to slide in between, then his fingers began to probe her now well lubricated anus. One finger began its delightful journey into her rectum, pushing gently past the tight ring and then in and out of her bottomhole. She continued to kiss me deeply and moan under her breath as he pleasured her bottom and her sex. I pulled away and, mindful of his pleasure, continued to lick and suck his erection, taking it deep into my throat. I heard a long drawn out sigh from Jo and a muttered "Oh God" as she virtually collapsed down on his body, hers almost quivering with delight as she had a massive cum. Throughout he continued to move his hips gently against my face as I sucked him.

Jo's orgasm seemed to go on for ages and, looking up from his groin, I could see why. He continued to lick and suck her pussy and, now and again would supplement his finger in her anus with his tongue, licking all around the rim of her tight little hole. As he did so she continued to whimper, I think still in the throws of her orgasm which went on and on. Finally she reached for me and pulled me tightly against her, "Oh hell, what a man," she whispered, "thank you, thank you."

I smiled and kissed her hard on the mouth, pushing my tongue inside and finding hers, "You're welcome, but he won't be finished yet!"

She looked somewhat taken aback as her orgasm receded, "I don't know whether I can take much more," she said, "I've lost count of how many times I've cum already."

"Oh don't worry," I smiled at her, "you'll manage, I'm sure." By now I was getting very hot, wanting this solid pole of muscle inside my body. He must have read my mind.

"Right," he said masterfully, "Lena, kneel on the edge of the bed, NOW. No hesitation. Joanna, when I tell you, you will take yourself underneath Lena and use your tongue on her pussy. I want you to make her scream for mercy," he added smiling down at her.

With alacrity I got up and knelt on the edge of the bed with my bottom facing outwards. I guessed what he was going to do, tease me about where he was going to take me, back or front but I was looking forward to it, especially with Jo kicking my pussy and sucking my clit at the same time. I was so on edge (in more ways than one!) waiting for him to stand behind me.

"Now, you two very bad girls, your instructions are as follows," he said with mock sternness but with a big smile on his face. "I am going to fuck Lena, you Jo with lick her as I said. Lena, you will make love to Jo while I fuck you. When I cum I will take my cock out of Lena and shoot the last few pulses of spunk into your mouth Jo. Then you will suck all of it out and, in kissing Lena, exchange it in your mouths. Do I make myself clear," he ended with a stern look at us both.

"Mmmmmm, yes master," I said smiling back at him, "come on then, fuck me, fuck me hard in both my holes. I want you in my pussy and my bottom. Fill me. Stretch my anus and fill my rectum. Pump me full of your cum!"

"Oh, I will," he said with meaning. "Jo do you understand?" To be honest, she looked a bit shocked at all this. I suppose she was still in a daze after her numerous orgasms (another one of which I was determined to give her as he fucked me). She looked at me and I said smiling at her, "I want you to suck his spunk in your mouth, don't you want to?" This seemed to wake her up.

"Mmmmmm, I do," she said, "I want to taste you and him, and I'll save some for you," she ended smiling back at me.

I settled myself on the edge of the bed so I could look in the mirrors and see what he was doing and Jo snuggled down under me. Her sex looked well used, her pussy lips swollen in passion and her clitoris sticking up like a little man. She was still highly aroused and I didn't think I'd have much trouble giving her another orgasm. My only problem would be not losing myself in his taking of me because I was really hot for him. Watching what he did to Jo had really got me ready for virtually anything.

He knelt on the floor between my open legs and began to lick my pussy. Up and down his tongue went a couple of times until Jo took over licking me and sucking my clit. I was in heaven as he moved up to my bottom. He gently pulled my cheeks apart and began to use his tongue to lick the valley between, drawing it slowly but quite strongly over my anus which was relaxing in anticipation of being well and truly filled a bit later. He managed to get his tongue right inside and touch the walls of my rectum; it was heavenly. He continued to do this as Jo concentrated on my pussy, using her tongue on the tender and sensitive inner lips as well as nibbling at my clit. She knew exactly what to do to wind me up and, when he rolled his tongue and used it as a tiny prick to probe my bottomhole I had a lovely orgasm that caused me to cry out. 

He looked up and across at me in the mirror, "OK?" concerned.

"Oh, bloody hell, yes, yes, yes," I responded as my orgasm died down, "don't stop now, fuck me please. I want that cock inside me."

He looked down at Jo, lying underneath me, "Where shall I put it Jo, in her bottom or in her pussy. Come on, you choose."

She smiled up at him, "I want to see it in both," she said, "fuck her in both, please!"

"Perhaps you'd like to suck it first," he said offering his erection to her upside down head. She quickly took the head in her mouth and, from his expression, must have used her tongue. He couldn't take much of this so he withdrew and, with a nod and a smile at me, placed it at the entrance to my cunt. Jo went back to licking my clit now and Mike began to slowly push forward giving me half his penis before withdrawing and pushing back in his usual manner. It felt wonderful. Pretty soon he was fully inside my vagina and giving me such pleasure as he moved in and out slowly but forcefully. I buried my face in Jo's pussy and sucked for all I was worth. There was no way I could concentrate on making her cum with him pounding away inside me and her nibbling my clit; I was cumming again. I think he could tell because he started to push home deep inside me. For a moment I thought he was going to cum but he didn't, I did and so did Jo, flooding me with more of her delicious juice.

He pulled himself from my dripping pussy and I could see in the mirror that Jo was looking at it with unabashed desire. She wanted it just like I had taken it. I looked at him in the mirror and mouthed at him "have Jo. She wants it."

He smiled back, "Joanna, you've been a naughty girl haven't you? You didn't lick Lena all the time. Very naughty, you will have to be punished. Now, come out from under there and kneel next of Lena. I'm going to punish you very, very hard." All this with a big smile and mock seriousness so she wouldn't take things the wrong way.

Again she looked somewhat abashed and unsure of herself as she climbed out from under me but she quickly did as she was told and knelt next to me on the edge of the bed with her bottom high in the air. I flashed a smiled of reassurance at her then looked at his face in the mirror. I could see that, as he looked at her, his eyes were full of fire, I suspect that the beast had surfaced. Jo has a beautiful bottom, far nicer than mine, and I know that he would find it irresistible. I knew he wouldn't take her there like this because he knew she was tight and quite worried about the possibility but I could see that he was fighting the desire to abuse her. The look passed and he smiled down at us both.

"Oh my God but you are beautiful, both of you, like two naiads tempting a poor mortal. Jo, are you ready."

"Oh shit yes," she said breathlessly, "punish away, please."

He stood behind her and offered up his rock solid erection to her sopping pussy, gently inserting the head into her still tight vagina. He pushed slowly inside her drawing a deep breath as he did so. Halfway in and he withdrew, pushing back in a little more at a time until he was buried to the hilt inside her. His hands gripped her buttocks as he pulled her onto him pounding deeply inside her. Jo was buzzing. She reached for me and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. When she let go I moved to look at Mike stroking in and out of her pussy. Her lovely tight anus was opening and closing slightly as he moved inside her and I couldn't resist touching it. Mike gave me a look of pure desire and glanced down at her bottom. I gave my finger to him to suck and, when it was nice and wet, used it to gently circle the ring of her anus. As the tight rosebud opened on his forward stroke I pushed my finger inside right up to the knuckle. The result was amazing, Jo's head shot up and she cried out, "Oh God, yes, yes, yes, yes. Fucking hell, yes," and I knew she'd had a massive orgasm.

"Don't you cum in her," I said to him severely. He seemed to be in seventh heaven in her tight pussy but I wanted him in my rear.

He smiled and shook his head, "Oh no," he said, "that's for you," as he continued to pound away at Jo's pussy while she was thrashing about in the final throws of her massive cum.

After a few more strokes, as Jo came down from her high, he withdrew himself from her dripping pussy and I took my finger from her anus. She fell forward on the bed, apparently in an orgasmic daze. She sort of curled up in a ball and seemed to drop off to sleep with a very satisfied smile on her face.

"It looks as if she's 'hors de combat'," he said laughing, "now I'm going to have to make do with you."

"Oh, I'll be enough, don't you worry" I said kissing him then, "come on man, I've waited long enough, get that bloody cock in my bottom and fill me with cum!. Jo's mouth will wait until this afternoon!"

"Kneel up then," he said, "and I'll see what I can do!"

Again I knelt on the edge of the bed so I could see both of us in the mirror. He stood behind me and he entered me in one go, driving the breath from my body. The he slowly began to move in me as he applied some KY to my bottom hole. First around the outside then, with a gentle finger probing past my tight rosebud, on the walls of my rectum. This preparation is so exciting. There is a wonderful feeling of anticipation, of how he will feel as my anus squeezes tightly around it. I was going to try something new today and I was even more excited. He pulled his erection from me and, after a moment to apply some KY, placed the head at my anus, pushing gently forward. As usual I tightened up but immediately gained control and relaxed for him. He pushed slowly forward. I loved this part, feeling my tight anal ring (and it was still tight, I did all the exercises that Jo told me about) parted by his cockhead. I measured it once and he was two and three-quarter inches in diameter. I loved to imagine my anus stretching to accommodate his lovely member.

He pushed gently and slowly forward, forcing his penis along my rectal passage made gorgeously slippery by the KY and my vaginal juices. I could feel every inch as this wonderful weapon invaded my most secret place and I could look sideways in the mirrors and see him sticking out from between the cheeks of my arse. I think it was even better than usual, I suppose that all the excitement of the morning had heightened my feelings of pleasure. All to soon he was buried deep in my rear, filling me with rampant cock. I was whimpering in pleasure as he began to move in me, slowly at first then with renewed vigour. As he drew himself from my tight back door I could feel when only the head was inside. At that moment I squeezed the ring of my anus tightly gripping him just below the head. He gasped, and, as I relaxed pushed in again. We did this two or three times and, as I was squeezing, I tried to suck him into my rectum, flexing the muscles to draw him inside. The feeling was overwhelming. He was moaning, "Lena, oh, Lena," as he began to move in my bottom with more and more passion, harder and harder. I was very close to cumming, holding off till now because of concentrating of milking him with my tight nether ring. After a while of this intense buggery his thumbs pulled apart the cheeks of my bottom to allow that extra half inch inside. He pushed deep inside me then leant forward and whispered, "Kiss me, kiss me, beloved."

This was pretty much enough to take me to a new unattained high. My mouth met his in the most passionate of kisses and I had to pull away as a most powerful orgasm crashed down on me. I screamed, I think, because, as I came and squeezed my rectal muscles, he started to shoot his spunk deep inside me. He let out a yell, what he said I don't know, but he yelled in passion as I screamed. This was intense, powerful, and bloody marvellous. He seemed to pump gallons of spunk into me, pulling out almost all the way before ramming home right to the hilt to give me another offering. It went on for what seemed like ages before he finally withdrew and crashed to the bed between me and Jo.

"Hell, that was something else again," he said laughing breathlessly, "we MUST do this again."

I was almost in the same state as Jo had been, languid and absolutely knackered by the power of this last orgasm on top of all the others (how many I don't know). "Mmmmmm," I mumbled, "we must."

By now Jo had come round a bit and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest, her eyes still closed and that satisfied smile still on her face.

"That was lovely," she muttered, talking about her orgasm, I suppose. She had apparently missed our last bout!

I laid down next to him and rested my head on his chest but I couldn't resist just licking the sweat that had formed on his body. A lovely salty, manly taste, a bit like his spunk. I think we must have all nodded off, it had been and intense time, well over an hour, I think, since we had come upstairs. No doubt he was exhausted, I know I was and I hadn't had to work as hard as him.

I was woken by the needs of nature (he had pumped a load of spunk into my bowels after all) so I got up quietly and used the loo before returning to wake them for a shower. I thought that he might give Jo a 'special' wash but I think he was quite tired after the morning's exertions and, although she looked radiant, ('well fucked' is the other term), she couldn't have taken much more without a rest. I know I needed one.

As we were showering he cuddled both of us and said, "Don't go tonight, I'd love for you to stay with me. I don't really ever want you to go, will you stay. I don't know whether I can perform again, but stay anyway, please."

He seemed to be really determined for us to stay. I had no problem with staying but I didn't know how Jo would feel so I looked at her quizzically.

"I'd love to," she said looking at him with a mixture of lust and love in her eyes, "I've never experienced anything like that before. I didn't know that sex could be so good with people you love," she ended smiling softly at him.

He held her tightly and he kissed her in such a way that her legs gave way and he had to hold her, "Oh you lovely thing, Lena, isn't she lovely?"

"Oh yes," I said, "she is lovely and I love her."

"I think I do as well," he said, "I certainly don't want you to go home, Joanna, will you stay?"

"Off course I will. I want to go to bed with you, NO Lena," she said laughing at my expression, "I mean just to go to bed, with both of you, to sleep and to wake up next to you both in the morning. I do hope we make love a bit more beforehand though," she ended with a laugh.

"Oh we will," I said "but we have to give the main man time to recover and we have to feed him. Come one let's get dressed and have lunch, or have you got a dressing gown for Jo?" I asked Mike.

"Yes, I have. I thought you two would look even more gorgeous in these two here." And he handed us two scarlet thigh length silk gowns with matching pantaloons. They were wonderful, the colour was so sexy and the feel of the trousers against our most intimate parts was really exciting. Mike had a lovely blue gown and some silk trousers of the same colour. I must admit that I wasn't sure we'd get through lunch without attacking him again, we both felt so good but I could see that he needed a bit of a rest so we were both very good.

Please feel free to comment – all are welcome and I look forward to reading them. I realise that this is a very (!) long story which might get tiresome so please tell me if you want more posted. The chapters contain more sex from now on with the odd one about people.

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 05.02



(Hi,

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Sunday Afternoon: Jo tries but can't.

We went downstairs and began preparing lunch. It was lovely, he kept on going up to Jo and whispering in her ear, a couple of times causing her to blush beautifully. Then he'd come over to me and whisper what he'd said. I told him to keep it up, I could tell it was making her feel really good, and that was the point of it after all. One time he whispered that she tasted wonderful and that he couldn't wait to taste her again, this caused a major blush and a laugh from me when he told me.

Jo turned and said, still blushing, "What did he say to you, come on Lena, tell me?"

I laughed with him, "He told me what he just said to you and I said that, yes you did, and I couldn't wait to taste you again either!"

"Oh, you two," she said blushing even more which, as usual, made her even more attractive, and laughed with us.

A little later he whispered to her again, this time putting his hand on her bottom, and she laughed, nervously, back at him and blushed.

"What did you say this time," I said, although I could guess really. I knew how much he desired her bottom so I suspected it was something about that.

"He said that I have a beautiful bottom and that he wants to 'attend' to it this afternoon. What does THAT mean?" she asked jokingly.

"It means," I said looking at him and smiling, "that he will massage, lick, and do everything else imaginable to your bottom and, if you want him to, he will take you there." She looked suddenly apprehensive, which Mike noticed straight away.

"Jo," he said walking over and holding her gently, "don't worry, Lena knows I won't do anything that you don't want me to and I most certainly won't hurt you intentionally. I don't believe in that and it will never happen again. It has no place in a loving relationship. And if I can't have your bottom," he added gently cupping her bottom cheeks in his hands, "I can assure you I'll still have a wonderful time pleasuring you."

Reassured, she kissed him, "I'm not worried," she said, looking at us both. "I know you won't hurt me," she went on then she ended softly, "unless I want you to," 

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows quizzically and I shrugged my shoulders in response, I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Come on, enough of this, I'm absolutely starving," I said, "leave her alone for a minute Mike, let's get lunch."

He laughed, "I'm sorry," he said laughing, "yes let's get on. I wouldn't be much use yet anyway!"

"Oh, I don't know," I said laughing back at him, "you've got a pretty mean tongue."

So we finished and sat down for lunch which was long and rambling. Enjoying the food, the wine (not that Mike had much to drink) and each other's company. After clearing and everything we ended up in the lounge, me laying down with my head on his lap (as usual) and Jo sitting next to him snuggled up. She didn't seem to want to let him get too far away from her, it was quite funny really. She was really hooked on him I think, even at that early stage of our relationship. We got to talking about his friend Silvio. I'd told Jo about Silvio and his family, but not about Maria and piccolo Silvio. I thought that was something that I should ask Mike about and see if he wanted to tell her the story. She should know because I knew she would notice the resemblance when she met the family next Sunday.

Mike told us how he had met Silvio when he (Mike) was quite young. Silvio is more than 15 years older than Mike and he was struggling then doing various catering jobs and not really happy. He wanted to open his own restaurant (I didn't realise 'til this time that Silvio was an absolutely fantastic chef in his own right) but he had no money. Mike put up the money to form a partnership with Silvio to enable him to open his own restaurant. They had been staunch friends since that time. He was best man at Silvio's wedding to Gianna and was godfather to their three oldest children, Bernardo, Maria, and Guy. He told us that they were all coming out to Bologna for the wedding, something, he said, they wouldn't miss for the world and Bernardo was making all the arrangements.

I said to Mike, "Mike, about piccolo Silvio, can I tell Jo?"

"Off course," he said, "with the same proviso about secrecy. I think she should know, don't you? The real story of course, she won't fall for the lie!"

"Know what?" Jo said sitting up and looking at him, "is this a dark secret?"

"Well," I said, "it is a secret and, I suppose, from one perspective it is dark but overall it's a very uplifting story," and I proceeded to tell her about Maria. How he had taken all the blame, been beaten by Silvio and all the rest. She looked at him with eyes wide open and said, "Oh, that's lovely. You lovely man," and she planted a great big kiss full on his lips. "Wasn't there any other solution?"

"No," he said sadly, "there wasn't. Maria wouldn't have an abortion because of her religious beliefs and, anyway, it would have been impossible to arrange really. We had to find a 'father' who wouldn't 'get in the way' as it were and I was the only candidate. I was pleased to do it really. Despite one or two ups and downs," he sighed as if remembering something, "I love Silvio and his family dearly, I'm an only child you see, and I see him, in some ways, like an older brother. I just felt that there was no other way. Lena will tell you, I don't think that Gianna ever believed that I was the father, she quizzed Maria for hours about what happened. That's why it was so important to go over everything with her so she wouldn't be caught out."

"What do you mean, 'go over everything'?"

"Well," I interrupted, "Mike described, in detail I might add, exactly what he and Maria were supposed to have done. He sent Bernardo to make coffee and drummed into Maria the supposed events, describing how he seduced her, what it was like the first time, even down to the size of his penis."

"It must have been a difficult experience for her," said Jo, "how old was she?"

"Thankfully, just turned sixteen. Any younger and I couldn't have done it or I might have landed in gaol! Yes, it was difficult for her, very embarrassing, but it had to be done otherwise Gianna would have been even more suspicious. As it was she couldn't get any evidence to back up her hunch that I wasn't the father and, of course, she would never have suspected Bernardo."

"She's a very lovely woman now and Silvio is a lovely boy."

"Yes he is, I am worried though, Maria is 27 now and she still hasn't had a regular man friend, had a few short romances but no man seems to stay around for long. That's surprising because she is very beautiful. Lena had an idea that she had a crush on me," he ended, looking at Jo. I was nodding my head 'yes' all the time as he went on, "Luckily she's met Maria and it's not that at all."

I was mouthing 'bollocks' at Jo and she raised her eyebrows quizzically. He must have thought that she meant Maria having a crush because he said quickly, "No, it's true. Lena assures me that yes, she loves me, but as an uncle. Not in any other way."

I was mouthing silently at Jo while he looked at her, 'I'll tell you later'. She nodded and smiled at him, "It was a good thing to do for the family, and they still don't know the truth?"

"No," he said, "even now I think it would destroy Silvio so it's best left unsaid, for now anyway."

"What about Bernardo?" Jo asked, "what happened to him?"

"Well, he was due to do his last year at university, so I arranged for him to do it in Bologna. He spoke pretty good Italian so it wasn't a problem. As it happened, it was a great move. He met an Italian guy out there and, between the two of them, they invented this gizmo, don't ask me what it does, that speeds up internet pathways. They needed some money to get the thing off the ground so he came to me and I invested a £100,000 in getting him off the ground. That gave me a 49% share. Then I loaned him the money to buy his friend out later on. He now has 51%, a controlling interest. I wouldn't take that from him. He's been fantastically successful, one of the youngest millionaires in Italy. He's married to a lovely English girl, Sally and he's got two gorgeous kids. I must admit that most of my cash comes via his company, it seems to grow and grow."

"What's his house like?" I asked.

"Oh fantastic, you'll love it. It's an old Italian villa estate in the hills outside Bologna. Massive rolling countryside with his own private lake and a lakeside house where we'll be staying. The villa is 17th century and he's restored it beautifully. The chapel," he smiled at me lovingly, "where the wedding will take place has been completely restored in the style of the period and the light through the stained glass windows is magnificent. I know you'll be happy there."

"I'm sure I will," I said smiling up at him. "Will Jo's parents be able to stay there?"

"Oh yes, there's plenty of room. I've asked Bernardo to give them the very best guest suite. I think they'll be happy and they can stay as long as they like, make a holiday of it if they want. What about that Jo?"

"Well, I've only just told them about Lena getting married. I haven't actually told them that it will be in Italy, it might come as something of a shock. They know she's been seeing an 'older man'", she laughed, "and they were a bit surprised when I told them but they very much want to come. I'm sure that they'll be made welcome there so I expect they'd love to stay. I'll call them tomorrow and sort it all out."

"Do they know about you moving in here and everything," he asked, "only I wonder if they might disapprove."

"I haven't told them anything about that yet but I will tomorrow. I think they'll be OK. My parents are both quite broad minded considering."

"Considering?"

"Well, considering my dad was solicitor's clerk and mum was a teacher."

"I thought your mum might have been a nurse, you know."

"No, she wanted me to teach but I always wanted to be a nurse," she laughed, "I think that's how Lena and I became such good friends when we were little. She was always happy to be a 'patient'. I used to bandage her up all sorts or ways, remember Lena?"

"Yes," I said laughing, "I used to look like a forlorn mummy from an Egyptian tomb. And all that 'medicine' you used to give me, you know Tizer and Lucozade."

"You loved it though, didn't you."

I was serious, "I loved you, even then," I said, "I think I loved you from the start even when I was a little girl."

Tears formed in her eyes and she bent her head to kiss me, "I love you," she simply said.

Mike stroked our hair as we remembered those early days playing together, "I bet you were two of the prettiest little girls in the town," he said.

"Oh no, I was quite plump and spotty at that age," I said, "it wasn't till later that I grew my big bum and my plain face."

He laughed out loud, bent down and kissed my lips, "You little minx, isn't she a minx Jo? She's fishing for complements again." I pouted up at him causing even more laughter, "but I don't mind," he said, "I've told you a thousand times you are beautiful and, as a matter of fact, your bum is perfection."

"You are very naughty Lena, and I'm sure that Mike and I will have to punish you later, right Mike?"

"Oh yes," he laughed and looking at her with his 'I'm going to fuck the arse off you' look, "but only after Lena and I have made sure that you are suitably 'punished' for falling asleep this morning."

She blushed, oh it does make her look so, so sexy, and looked up at him coquettishly, "I can't wait to be 'punished'," she said breathlessly.

I thought that his might lead to an afternoon 'session' in the bedroom but he wasn't ready yet (he had worked VERY hard this morning after all), "About your clothes for Italy, any thoughts?" he asked.

"Not really," I said, "we haven't really talked about the wedding. What sort of dress will I need?"

"Well, there'll be two ceremonies. The first, the civil one, will be carried out by the Italian version of a registrar. With Bernardo's clout in Bologna, he is able to get one to come out to the villa and perform the ceremony. I suppose you can wear what you want for that one. The second ceremony, the next day I thought, will be the blessing in the chapel. Because I'm divorced they won't do the full marriage, Bernardo's checked, so we'll have a blessing, which is just as nice really. Is that OK with you Lena?"

I knelt up on the sofa so our faces were level, "Does that mean I need two outfits," I asked with a smile and a little pout.

"Yes," he said smiling back, "it means you need two outfits. I've had a word with Sally and she said that she would take you and Jo to the top shops in Bologna before we go to Lake Maggiore. You can choose and get fitted for your outfits. I want to see you both wearing the most beautiful things, their beauty only surpassed by yours," and he kissed me. A kiss which I returned with interest. "I don't think you need to take too many clothes with you to Italy. Why not get everything there."

"But it'll cost the earth," I said, "it's all very stylish but it's very expensive."

"Beautiful women should have beautiful clothes," he said smiling at us both, "and don't you worry about the cost. Go out and enjoy yourselves. Bernardo gets massive discounts anyway, he's so important in the town. You two go out with Sally while I'm still in the clinic. I'll have to stay a day or so afterwards."

I was suddenly concerned, "Why, there's nothing wrong is there?"

"No, nothing's wrong. They have to perform a small operation to get the sperm out and they will keep me in for a day, possibly two. Tell her Jo, there is nothing to worry about."

"He's right Lena, they will have to make a small incision down there and they will want to be sure he's OK before he leaves," she said, then she added, "you'd better tell her Mike, that you won't be able to have sex for a week or two afterwards."

"That's right sweetheart, I'll be a bit tender in that area for a while," he said sadly, "but we can make up for it later," he added smiling. "And," he carried on almost laughing, "we can stay in bed all day the Saturday before we leave. Hopefully we won't have anything to do then other than make love."

I strong feeling of love for him washed over me, he was doing this so that I could have his baby. I hadn't realised that he would have to have an operation. I was upset and worried.

"I didn't want you to have an operation. Jo, is it dangerous? He mustn't have it if it's dangerous. A baby isn't more important than you Mike. You don't have to do it!"

"I want to do it, I want to have a baby with you. I'm looking forward to seeing you pregnant. I bet you'll be even sexier then. Jo, tell her it's not dangerous."

"Well," she said hesitantly, "it's no more dangerous than any operation. I suppose they'll do it under a local anaesthetic, do you know Mike?"

He laughed, "Well," he said, "I'd much rather they did it under a general but I'm told that, at my age, it's better under a local, less risk, so I'll do it that way. Don't worry Lena, everything will be OK."

I leant forward and hugged him, "I love you," I said, "very much."

"I know," he said, "and I love you."

"What do you have in mind for that Saturday you mentioned," I asked archly.

"Sex," he said laughing, "lots of sex. That is, if you and Jo are in agreement. Jo?"

"What, all day?"

"As long as we can, yes. Are you up for it?"

"You bet," she said smiling at him with all her allure. 

"I am as well," I said and feeling him getting hard next to my thigh added, "and I think you're up for it now!"

"Mmmmmm, yes," he said smiling, "the thought of a day long sexual marathon with you two is enough to make anyone excited."

"Come on Jo, let's go and get ready. Give us twenty minutes, and we'll be ready for anything!"

"Anything?" he said looking at Jo. I knew what he was thinking, could he take her bottom this afternoon. I know he wanted to and I wanted him to as well. I longed to see his penis going in and out of her anus. She appeared apprehensive as he looked at her and I knew she was still frightened of his size but she smiled at him and said, "possibly, we'll try at least." She knew exactly what he was thinking.

Off we went upstairs to get ready for him. On the way Jo poked me and said, "What was all that about Maria? There's more to this isn't there?"

"Yes," I said as we got ready, "there is." So I told her all about Maria, how she felt about Mike, how her feelings for him prevented her going with another man. 

"When you told me the story I thought she would be fond of him for what he did and I'm not surprised that she feels that way. What happened when she told you all this?"

"Well, I hope you won't mind, but I sort of seduced her."

"Seduced her?"

"Well, errr, yes. I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened." I explained how it happened. "It's only happened once, I think she was worried she might turn out to be gay but I told her that, as she had pined for a man for nearly 10 years I doubted that. We see each other regularly for lunch and a chat. She really is so nice but she's a terrible mess sexually. I don't think that she'll ever settle down unless she actually gets to bed Mike properly. You don't mind do you?"

"Of course not, not at all. I'm looking forward to meeting her. She sounds as if she need some help."

"We . . . ll," I said.

"What are you planning now" she laughed.

"Not planning anything particularly," I said, "but I did promise her that I would find a way to get them into bed together. It's going to be difficult but I will try. I had to lie to him about how she feels, it would be terrible for him to think she felt that way about him but he swallowed it hook, line and sinker. He doesn't want to believe it really so it wasn't a problem."

"It will be difficult won't it. He feels that she is 'family' and with his beliefs it'll be difficult to persuade him otherwise."

"Yes, I know," I said, "but if we, you will help won't you, can get him in a position where the 'male' takes over and she is obviously willing I think we can do it."

"Yes," Jo said, "I'll help but I don't suppose there's any way at the moment."

"No, I don't think there is," I said pensively, "but enough of that for now, let's get ready." We prettied each other up and administered the enemas so we would be ready for anal sex if he wanted it. He'd already had my bottom today so I thought he would probably use the 'front door' this afternoon but I knew that he really wanted Jo in that way. I asked her about it.

"Jo, will you let him have you bottom today? You know he is very worked up about the possibility."

"I want to," she said, "but he is bigger than anything I've ever had, front or back. I could feel it this morning. He stretched me in the front so I don't know what he would do at the back."




Caroline Ch. 05.02



"What did you mean this morning when we were talking about it, you said that you knew he wouldn't hurt you, only if you wanted it."

She looked at me with pain in her eyes, "I still think about that film, you know, Lena. The one I told you about. I think I might enjoy pain, pain given with love by someone I love, might be enjoyable." She saw the look on my face as I remembered that terrible, but oh so exciting, Sunday. "Oh no Lena, I don't mean really nasty stuff but, if he wants my bottom it will hurt, I think it will hurt and hurt a lot, so I need to see it like that. You do understand don't you?" she ended seeming to need my approval.

I smiled at her, "That will be difficult you know," I said, "he won't do it if he thinks it hurts you that much. You will really have to persuade him that you want it and don't mind the pain but, you never know, it might be all right. Are you going to let him try?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm sure that he won't be like a bull in a china shop and he will be gentle, he was with you wasn't he."

"Yes he was, and he won't want to do it straight away either, you'll cum a few times first," I ended laughing.

We carried on getting ready, prettying ourselves, a bit of perfume, makeup, all those things. Then, both hot for him, we went out into the bedroom completely naked. He was sitting on the bed wearing his boxer shorts. He looked at us, smiled and whistled, "Phew, I feel as if I fallen into a Greek myth with two beautiful dryads coming to seduce me."

"I don't know about dryads but the rest is true," I said laughing and bending to kiss him. I turned to Jo, "Go on Jo, do a twirl, let him see you properly. He didn't get a chance this morning."

She blushed from head to toe, I hadn't seen that before, and, as usual, it made her look even more sexy. She twirled around and he feasted his eyes upon her. She looked gorgeous. "Gosh, you are beautiful," he said, "both of you."

"Make love to her Mike," I said, "I want to watch you making love to her then I can join in later."

He stood up, held her in his arms and kissed her. "Shall I make love to you," he whispered in her ear as his tongue gently caressed her neck.

Breathlessly she replied, "Oh yes, oh yes."

He kissed her again, long and tender as I sat back in one of the bedroom chairs to watch the proceedings. I must admit that I began to gently coax my little man out of his hideaway as I watched him begin to make love to her. I guessed he would take his time. I knew he would 'attend to' her bottom but he wouldn't want to take her there yet, it would be too soon so I settled down to playing with myself while I watched them. Strangely enough I found it very erotic, almost as if it was me he was making love to.

They pulled apart after what seemed like and age and he picked her up, that was a surprise, and laid her down on the bed. Then he stood there looking at her, running his eyes down her body from head to toe. He flashed a quizzical look at me and, smiling, I nodded 'yes' and mouthed 'go ahead'. I could see his erection standing proud in his boxers so I knew he was really hot for her. This morning had been great but he hadn't had time to really explore her body and I knew he longed to do that. After a while of caressing her with his eyes her moved to kneel next to her on the bed. She lay absolutely still, breathing shallow, following him with eyes full of desire. He smiled down at her, "You're lovely," he said which brought a smile to her lips and a whispered, "thank you." 

He kissed her, her mouth, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks. He smothered her face with kisses before finally returning to her mouth. I could see their tongues dancing together as her breathing deepened and her chest began to rise and fall with more emotion. This prompted him to move to her neck and shoulders, still kissing but now and again using his tongue to gently lave her body. She closed her eyes, sinking into that nirvana of pleasure as he began to move towards her boobs. Her nipples were standing proud in pleasure as his mouth began to attack the aureole and gently nibble at them.

"Mmmmmm, " she muttered softly as he began to suck one of her nipples and I raised my hand and started to tweak mine, imagining his lips sucking there. Now his mouth was travelling all over her boobs, licking, sucking, kissing, finally returning to gently bite her nipple and pull it just enough to cause a sharp intake of breath from Jo and a shudder from me. Then to the other one, the same thing, suck, lick, bite, pull. All the time his hand working on the other breast, fondling, stroking, gently tweaking the nipple. He moved to kiss and caress the underside of her boobs, bigger than mine, they were both jutting upwards like tiny hillocks. I longed to join in, to pay homage to her body (and, incidentally, to enjoy myself) but I wanted this to be his homage to her so I made do with stroking myself. I don't know about Jo but I was getting close to my first orgasm of the afternoon just watching him make love to her.

As he continued to lick and kiss the underside of her breasts she began to breath deeply and to moan softly, "Yes, yes, oh please don't stop," and her hand moved between her legs. I knew he would stop her and he did, immediately taking her hand away raising his head from her boobs, and tutt, tutting saying softly with a smile, "Naughty girl, no touching now. Come on, hands behind head until I say so, that's your punishment" and he kissed her.

She moaned softly and pleaded, "Please, please, let me." I smiled, I knew how she felt but I also knew how she would feel later.

"No," he said softly but firmly, "you must be a good girl. Hands behind your head, come on."

Reluctantly she moved her hands upwards. As she did so she pouted at him outrageously, "Pleeezze, you touch me there then, pleeezze, pleeezze, you must touch me there. Oh dear, pleeezze." Jo had never experienced this before and I was sure she was very close to her first cum of the afternoon but he was having none of it.

He kissed her again, "No, you must be patient," he said gently kissing her again, "everything will be fine."

She continued to pout as he moved back to her boobs, starting again, kissing, nipping, sucking for what seemed like ages. Jo was starting to writhe about, pushing her bottom into the bed and crossing her legs trying to stimulate her pussy. He ignored this for a while then he moved across the soft dome of her tummy, using his tongue to wash her tummy button. Now Jo, unlike me, is very sensitive there and she really does like it. I knew she would cum now and, sure enough, as he started to move his tongue around that shallow depression she let out a softly sighed, "Oh yes," as she came. He continued tonguing her button for a while then, raising his head, he looked at me and smiled quizzically. I nodded, 'yes' so he would be sure at the same time as my first hit me. He noticed and mouthed, 'good?' at me.

"Mmmmmm," I responded and he moved back to Jo.

Now his tongue traced lines from her tummy button towards her down covered mons but never touching the soft hair that surrounded her pussy. He reached the tops of her legs and continued to kiss and lick down to her knees the, gently opening her legs, he started back up on the inside before blowing gently on her pussy. This provoked another soft sigh from Jo who, with eyes closed, was deep in the heavenly pleasure he was giving her. She was thrusting her thighs up at him in the hope, I suppose, that he would finally touch her sex but I knew he wouldn't, not yet anyway. After licking and caressing the inside of her thighs he moved back to her mons and began to bite and gently pull her pubic hair with his teeth at the same time as stroking her hips and thighs with his hands. Jo was moaning softly now, a litany of "Oh god, oh god, that's wonderful." He spread her legs even more and bent them at the knee as he began to bite her gently all around her pussy, never touching it however, careful to keep her in complete suspense. I'm sure she came again but it didn't really show and I don't think Mike noticed. He was in heaven just stimulating her like this, enjoying every moment.

I'm sure that she was expecting him to get to her pussy now but I knew he would get her to turn over and, sure enough, he did. He moved up and whispered in her ear, "Turn over," as he kissed her neck and licked her there. She looked a bit apprehensive as she gazed into his eyes but he smiled and reassured her, "No," he said, "Perhaps later?"

She smiled and, believing him, nodded whispering, "Perhaps" as she turned over.

"Hands behind head," he said firmly before she could start playing with herself. She pouted at him but she did it, pushing her thighs into the bed for stimulation on her pussy, which if anything like mine when he did this to me, was crying out to be touched. Sitting in the chair I could see her lying there face down on the bed. I longed to put on the strap-on and take her there myself, my beast surfaced for a moment and I wondered how he was controlling himself. From the side he looked down at her, enjoying the curves of her body, that part of the female that appealed so much to him. I too enjoyed casting my eyes over the swell of her buttocks, accentuated by laying face down on the bed. I could see the valley between her cheeks and the soft downy hair around her anus, that tight little rosebud visible without pulling her cheeks apart. I looked at him and saw primal lust on his face and knew the same expression was on mine but suddenly he smiled at me and I knew there was nothing to fear, he controlled it and drawing on his strength, I controlled my desire and continued to watch as he lovingly caressed her.

He started by gently massaging her shoulders before moving his hands down her back, stroking and softly kneading her flesh. This prompted a series of sighs from Jo who, looking directly into my eyes, smiled wanly at me. Then he began to kiss her shoulders and her back moving down towards the base of her spine and the rise of her beautiful bottom cheeks. He stopped and used his hands again to gently knead her there, not touching the valley in between but moving down to the tops of her legs where her lovely bottom joined. Now his lips kissed and his tongue licked her still ignoring that sensuous valley with the dark cavern of pleasure nestling proudly between them. He moved down her legs to the back of her knees. This is a sensitive area for me and, I could tell, also for Jo as she started to wriggle her bottom and push harder into the bed. I sensed an orgasm was near, so did Mike because now he moved back to her bottom and began to use his tongue to lick the full length of the valley between her cheeks pausing momentarily over her tight rosebud to push his tongue harder at the sensitive ring. 

Jo moaned in pleasure and her orgasm arrived as his tongue explored her anus and bottom crack. She pushed her bottom back into his face and shouted, "Oh yes, lick me there, please. Oh god, I'm cumming, oh god, Ooohhh." I was jealous at that moment, wishing I was there with his tongue bathing my anus, but only for an instant as I knew he would probably do something similar to me later. I was still stroking my pussy and, now, began to move my fingers lower to touch my own anus and to push my middle finger inside. Heavenly. He looked up at me and smiled, licking his lips and he moved back to the bottom, continuing to tongue her rosebud. I could see he had rolled his tongue into a small penis and he was moving it in her backdoor, in and out, in and out, and then licking all around her tight little ring. She was still in the throws of her orgasm as he used his middle finger to massage around the puckered opening before wetting it with his saliva and gently pushing it against the tight little flower. Jo is used to a finger there so she opened up readily and, despite her tightness, his finger slid inside; entry made easy by his saliva and the enema lube we used. He pushed it in to the knuckle and began to move his finger in her bottomhole even as I did my own. Jo was continuing to moan in pleasure and to push her bottom back on his finger, "Oh that feels good, oh don't stop. A bit faster, oh yes, yes, yes, yes," she kept on softly.

Suddenly he stopped, removed his finger and said to her softly, "Jo, turn over, but keep your hands on your head afterwards." She looked back at him, a bit upset, I think that he had stopped moving his finger in her bottom but he smiled at her and motioned for her to move. She turned over and reluctantly placed her hand back behind her head. Mike moved down her body and opened her legs gently. Positioning himself between, he knelt and began to lick her pussy. As he did so he raised her legs to gain even more access to her private places. His tongue moved up and down, up and down. He parted her pussy lips and began to lave the inside of her vagina causing Jo to moan even louder. Sometimes he would stray and nip her clit with his mouth and teeth until she was in such a state that she was begging him to take her,

"Oh please, I want you in me," she cried over and over again, "properly in me, please."

Finally he moved and took hold of his rampant penis (he'd lost his boxers somehow, I didn't see) preparing to enter her. He looked at me, "Come and kiss her Lena and she might like to lick you." I didn't need a second invitation and I moved to the bed to begin kissing Jo's mouth and pushing my tongue inside. He took his weight on one arm and grasped himself with his other hand. As I started to kiss her he used his erection to stroke her pussy a few times before placing the head at her entrance and gently pushing forward. He slid inside with apparent ease because, despite her tightness, she was so wet from his playing with her. He got half of himself inside her and stopped, "Lena, kiss me," he said, and I moved from Jo to kiss him. "Watch me take her," he said, "as you kiss Jo." 

I looked down and saw him halfway in her, something I'd obviously never seen before. It looked so natural, his erection sticking out from her vagina, just how it would look if it were me, I thought. That started me thinking what it would look like jutting from her tight rosebud and my beast surfaced again. It was going to be very difficult to control myself if he ever did bugger her. I put the feeling behind me and continued to enjoy the sight of him entering her. By now he had begun to take her, moving himself out then back in a little further each time, until he was fully inside her, balls deep (what a lovely expression). I went back to kissing Jo and using my hands to stimulate her nipples: now as hard as acorns. Jo was moaning under my mouth and, as I pulled away again she started to cry out, "Oh yes, god yes, fuck me harder, deeper please, please!"

At this he increased the tempo, pulling his penis all the way out and then ramming it inside her really hard. His face was a picture as he took her as hard as he could but strained to maintain his control to save some for me later. I smiled at him and at his determination not to cum and he smiled back, "Phew," he said as he kept on moving inside her. Now Jo lifted her legs around his thighs to pull him into her ever deeper. 

He called out to her, "Jo, Jo. Look at me, open your eyes, Jo, Jo!"

She opened her eyes and they locked with his and, as his hands grasped her thighs to control her passion, she began to cum. This was tremendous, she shouted out, what I don't know, and thrashed around. She pulled me down to her and brutally crushed my lips with hers, pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her orgasm seemed to last for ages and he continued to move inside her throughout. I doubt she'd ever had an orgasm like that when the man didn't cum.

Finally he withdrew and flopped down next to Jo who was lying there in a sort of post orgasmic stupor with that silly grin on her face. She seemed to be completely pole axed by the intensity of her orgasms with Mike, she was never like that with me. He looked down at her and smiled, "I think she enjoyed that," he said, "how about you?"

"Mmm," I said licking my lips, "it was nice watching you have her. Now, you lie back and I'm going to make love to you!" He relaxed onto the bed and I kissed his lips gently, then his eyes and his cheeks.

He looked directly into my eyes, "I love you," he said.

"I know," I replied as I continued to kiss his face and neck. I moved quickly down to his nipples, quite sensitive in his case. I don't have much experience of men's nipples so I don't know whether that's normal but he does enjoy me kissing and sucking them, so I did. Then across his tummy to his pubic mound and the crinkly hair around his penis which, by this time had surrendered somewhat and gone a little soft. I took the hair into my mouth and teeth pulling gently and tasting Jo on him. Moving on to his semi erection I took it full into my mouth bringing an "oh fuck, sweet jesus, that IS good," from him. I gently sucked and was rewarded by its growth to full size plus a little bit of precum which, mixed with Jo's juices, tasted lovely. I sucked and licked him for a while, not too strong, not too hard; I didn't want him to cum I wanted him to take me and, I must admit, I wanted to see him put it in Jo's bottom. In fact, thinking of this was making me really hot so I left his erection and moved level with his head, "Do you want to fuck me now?" I asked with a great big 'little girl' pout, "I so much want to you to."

He rolled over on his side and looked at me, "Do I want to? Shit, do I. I always want you, you know that don't you?"

"Mmm, yes I do. Come on then, I really do want you now. Seeing you inside Jo was lovely but I want to feel you inside me, come on."

He smiled, "You wish is my command," he said and he parted my legs and knelt between. He looked down at my body, my small boobs crowned by my pert nipples, rock solid now that he was going to fill me. His eyes moved to my sex, wet and waiting for his erection. "Beautiful, truly beautiful," he whispered making me feel even more love for him.

He, as usual, took his weight on one arm and used his other hand to move his penis over my sex. Unlike with Jo, with me he took it right down to my anus and gently probed my back door. I knew he wasn't going to take me there but the feeling of slight pressure excited me even more. Then he was back in my pussy, just parting the lips. I expected his usual gentle entry but he had a surprised for me as he said, "Look at me Lena, look in my eyes".

As our eyes locked he pushed himself right up inside me in one go. The breath rushed from my body. I was surprised, shocked, and rocked with pleasure all at the same time and, because he was looking deep into my eyes at the same time, I felt as if he was totally inside me, not just his manhood but his soul as well. I started to cry softly with the intense emotion I was feeling. 

He was concerned, "Lena, I haven't hurt you have I?"

"Oh no, no, no," I said, "hold me, hold me tight and love me." I reached out for him and he came to me. My legs locked around his back as I tried to pull him even further inside me. My mouth found his and we kissed as he rocked back and forth in my sex gently, not thrusting like with Jo, but softly almost like a long, slow caress. I was still crying softly, crying in pleasure, love, desire, oh, I don't know what emotions were coursing through me then along with a really intense orgasm that wasn't like those I'd had before. This time it was gentle, rolling, sending shivers down my spine and almost focusing on him, on his lips pressed gently against mine. Oh, I don't know. It was wonderful and I wanted it again and again, and I really wanted him to cum inside me now so I was torn really. "You can cum if you want, you can do Jo later."

He took a deep breath, "No, I might not be able to. Do you want me to wait?"




Caroline Ch. 05.02



"Mmm, yes," I was going to say 'because I want to see you fuck Jo in the arse' but I thought I'd better not as the thought of doing that would probably send him over the edge, "save it for a while."

He pulled out from my pussy, as usual leaving me feeling really empty there, I longed for him to be back, perhaps later I thought. I was sure we could raise him a third time later tonight. By now Jo had come out of her reverie and had been leaning on one elbow watching him make love to me. "That looked good," she said stroking my face, "did you enjoy it?" 

"Oh yes," I said, "but not as much as you seemed to enjoy yours!"

She blushed and Mike laughed.

"Come on," I said, "let's examine this diabolical weapon of his that gives us so much pleasure. You lay back Mike, we'll do the work now." He laid back on the bed and we started to kiss and to lick his body, both finally ending up at his penis. I sucked the head, Jo 'lollipopped' it from top to bottom. Then we took moved to his balls, each taking one in out mouths very, very gently before moving back to his hardening pillar.

After a while doing this he said laughing, "I give up, you win. Come here you two and kiss me."

We moved up to his head and we, all three, kissed each other. I knew it was time now for him to take Jo's arse so I whispered in her ear. "Do you want him to try now, he wants your bottomhole, you know that don't you?"

She glanced at Mike to see if he had heard but, apparently her hadn't, then she looked at me, something like fear in her eyes. "I know," she said, "I know. Ok," taking a deep breath, "let's try."

"You tell him then," I whispered.

She knelt up beside him, kissed him and, taking a deep breath and looking directly into his eyes said, "I want you in my arse, will you fuck me in the arse?"

I'll swear that his erection grew another inch as she said this. His breathing became shallow and regular as he struggled to control his passion for her there. I guessed he was struggling against the beast, I know I was. For her to come out with it like that was unlike her and the most erotic thing she could have done. It inflamed his passion for her.

"Oh yes, oh yes," he whispered softly, "are you sure?"

She didn't look very sure, flashing a glance of panic at me as she realised the depth of his desire. She must have been desperately worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew, literally. She gathered herself however and, with another deep breath, said, "Yes, I want you to bugger me."

I don't know where she got the idea to talk like that but it really didn't help. He looked at me almost helplessly. He would rely on me, I knew, to help to keep himself in check. He wouldn't want to hurt her because, I know, that he would want her to enjoy it so they could do it again, but he would have terrible trouble being gentle with her with his passion so aroused.

"Turn over," he commanded hoarsely, "and open your legs."

Again, an apprehensive look back at me as she turned. I smiled reassuringly at her, not really sure that I could help here. You see, I wanted to see him bugger her, not gently, lovingly, caringly, but hard, strong, and violently; whether she wanted him or not, whether it hurt her or not. In fact, and I hate to admit it, part of me hoped it did hurt her, hurt her a lot. These feelings are very difficult to control, the violence seems to be so close to the surface. It can't be sexual can it? I don't know but it seems more about power and control. Hell, I thought, if I was feeling like this, how was he feeling.

She was face down on the bed now looking away from me, thankfully. He knelt between her legs and began to firmly massage the cheeks of her bottom using his thumbs to stroke the valley in between and rub over her anus which I could see clenching in anticipation. He stopped massaging and used his thumbs to open her cheeks even wider, to stretch the tight hole of her anus so it opened a tiny amount despite her clenching.

"Relax, relax," he leant forward and whispered in her ear, "you must relax or it will hurt even more," and before moving back to her bottom he kissed her cheek.

This brought a soft whimper from her and a slight relaxation of her buttocks. I could see her anus open slightly from the pressure his thumbs were exerting on the cheeks of her bottom. He moved back down and his tongue began to play up and down the enticing valley between her cheeks then between his thumbs lingering around her tight rosebud to savour the taste of her. Then his tongue inside her back passage, firstly like a tiny penis, then wider not rolled at all. More whimpering from Jo whether in fear, pain, or pleasure, I don't know. I do know that I was beginning to get very, very excited watching this and my hand went down to my pussy to begin stroking myself. He licked her anus, inside, outside, and all around for what seemed like ages before he finally touched her sex with his fingers. She was sopping so I assumed she was getting some pleasure out of this. She hadn't tensed up since the told her to relax so she must have been.

He brought his fingers, now slippery with her vaginal juice, up to her anus and, using considerable control I thought, gently worked his middle finger in. This caused a very sharp intake of breath and a sob from Jo, why I don't know, she's had bigger there. I suppose the tension of the situation caused her reaction, she was still desperately frightened but I know she wanted it.

Keeping his finger inside her, he moved up again and whispered something in her ear. Then her started to move his finger in and out, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was really moving in her rectum with his finger. Suddenly, one finger became two as she opened up to him. Another sob from her as she felt the second intruder, still smaller than our dildo, but obviously a surprise. He whispered again and she seemed to calm down as he used two fingers to finger fuck her bottomhole.

By this time I was masturbating like mad and had moved my other hand round to my own anus, sticking a finger inside as I watched his fingers in her bottom. Oh bloody hell, I thought, I'm not going to last this, how is he. I assumed that Jo must have had an orgasm or two whilst he was doing this to her despite her fear.

He continued to use his fingers to pleasure her bottomhole as he looked over to me and smiled wanly. I looked at his penis. I'd never seen it so rock hard and strong (expect for waking up in the morning) and I knew he was in deep trouble controlling himself. I'm sure that's why he allowed himself the pleasure of surprising her as he did now by removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. He tongued her anus for a while, coating it with saliva then he reached for the KY on the bedside cabinet.

"Kneel, Jo and get ready."

She whimpered and a sob escaped from her but she didn't move.

"Kneel Jo, if you want it, kneel."

Apparently with great reluctance she slowly came to a kneeling position but not to his satisfaction. He gently pushed her head to the covers and pushed her knees apart a little more and upwards towards her head. She was completely open to him now, no choice, no turning back. I could see her eyes were closed and there was a look of fear on her face. I didn't think he could take no for an answer now, he would take her there no matter what, he wouldn't be able to control himself. I suppose I should have known the man I love better, he wouldn't hurt her intentionally unless she could really persuade him and, as I found out, she hadn't yet.

She was gently sobbing now, terrified I'm sure of what was about to happen. It's funny really, I'd put the dildo in her bottom several times and, although it was a tight fit, she's always enjoyed it. Mike was bigger, yes, but not that much bigger. I was sure she could do it and that she would enjoy it but I think that she had convinced herself that it was going to be a terrible initiation.

Mike took the KY and squeezed some jelly onto her anus, gently massaging it round with his fingers before taking some more and pushing it past the tight ring and anointing her rectum with lubrication. Then on to his hand to wank some on to his erection. Applying the lube had prompted more whimpering from Jo and a continued quiet crying in apprehension. Mike looked at me and raised his eyebrows quizzically. I was using my fingers front a back so I really wasn't in much of a state to help out at that point so I shrugged my shoulders. He took his now rampant hardness in hand and placed it in the valley between her cheeks. He leant forward again to whisper in her ear. She nodded and uttered a faint, and not very convincing, 'Yes'.

He moved back upright and started to slide his penis up and down that gorgeous valley, taking deep breaths as he did so and staring into space. It was getting difficult for him to hold back, I thought. I should be helping here but I'm afraid I was getting close to a very strange, but wonderful, orgasm.

He stopped. It was time. I held my breath as he placed his erection at her anus. It did look impossible. She is much smaller than me there and he looked absolutely enormous as he prepared to bugger her. He pushed forward gently, how I don't know, and was met by absolute resistance. The whole of her lower back tensed and her anus clenched tightly shut.

"Relax, Jo, relax. Let me in," he said in a gruff voice that said much about how difficult he was finding it to control himself.

Jo responded with a sob and a slight lessening of tension in her back. Her anus relaxed a bit and he was able to just get the first roundness of his erection into her before she moaned softly and shut him out again. The look on his face changed from one of tense control to one of anger. Suddenly I knew that the beast was near. His hands grabbed her hips and he began to push forward against her tightness, his face telling me that he would brook no opposition now. He would fuck her arse whether she wanted it or not, hurt or not, pain or not. Fear grew in me and pushed my impending orgasm to the background. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn't because I wanted to see him do it. I was frozen.

Jo had begun to feel the pressure on her anus now and her face was full of fear as she looked at me. Her eyes locked with mine and she knew, now, that there was no stopping him, he was going to take her there pain or no pain. She tried to move away from him but his hands held her completely still. She started to panic then, to cry out, "No, no, please, no. It hurts, no o o o o o."

Then he showed why I love him so. One hand came from her thighs and grasped himself tightly. I thought it was so he could really stab her anus with no mistake. I was wrong. A couple of quick jerks of his hand and he came, shooting spunk along her back, some almost reaching her shoulders. He'd wanked himself so he would cum. He wouldn't be able to take her now, his tension had gone. Jo was looking at me in surprise now that the pressure on her anus had disappeared and she seemed to relax. I don't think she realised what had happened only that he had drawn away from her bottom.

Mike sat back on his haunches, his penis still spurting the last of his cum. I loved him then. I knew what he had done to stop from hurting Joanna. My orgasm had disappeared in the tension of the moment so I leant forward and kissed him and said, "I love you!" Then bent my head to suck him. This caused a shudder and a further couple of pulses of cum that hit the back of my throat. I didn't swallow but moved to Jo's bottom where I licked some more of his cum into my mouth before moving up level with Jo and showing her what I had. Her eyes widened in understanding and she leaned toward me and we kissed, sharing his cum between us, before each swallowing our own amount.

Mike was static, erection wilting after his cum and that terrible expression of despair on his face. "God, that was close," he said breathlessly as we both came to kneel beside him. He put his arms around us both and kissed us, "I love you both," he said, "and, Jo, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Oh Mike, darling, you didn't hurt me at all. I think it was like the dentist, I thought it would hurt so I expected it to. But, you see, I wanted it to hurt but you never got as far as actually hurting me. What happened?" she asked looking at me.

"He was going to bugger you, whether you wanted it or no," I said looking at him, "his beast was loose. He would have hurt you I think," he nodded, "he wouldn't have been able to help himself. Oh Jo, my beast was loose as well. I should have helped him but," I sobbed and held her tight, "I wanted him to, you see, I wanted to see him do that to you. I'm sorry, so sorry. But he controlled himself. Oh Mike," I said turning to him, "thank you. Its my fault, I should have helped."

"No Lena, don't blame yourself. You know the beast, you've been there haven't you. We all have, haven't we?" he asked looking at Jo.

She looked away then back and, taking a deep breath, said, "Yes, we've all been there," and beginning to quietly cry, "and I don't like it there at all."

He held her and hugged her then brought me into his arms as well, I was almost in tears now and he gently shushed us both as he kissed us. "Don't worry," he said softly, "it will never happen to us. I said so before didn't I. I won't let it happen again, and I didn't!"

Jo pulled away and looked at him, "I wanted you to hurt me you know," she looked at me, then down, "like Steve," she said softly. I knew now that all her demons had not been destroyed. "That's what is so hard to deal with," she went on, now looking at Mike, "I hate myself, I hate my thoughts about the people I love, yet I want it, I want pain."

Mike looked at her, an emotion close to love in his eyes, "Oh Jo, Jo, you don't want pain, you want love. Don't you see. You loved Steve at the start didn't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, when he introduced you to his sadism he did it through the door of love. You loved him and that door was open. Most women are more open to masochism than men, I suppose it's cultural, and you stepped right into the stereotype. He liked hurting you, you loved him so you liked being hurt, you got off on being hurt. The tragedy of that is that he was using you wasn't he?"

Again she nodded.

"So now you hate yourself for loving him and liking being hurt don't you?"

She nodded yet again. He was being relentless in making her see herself, reach that part of herself that was Joanna and could see how futile her search for love through pain was.

He held her with his eyes, "Because you hate yourself, you punish yourself by desiring pain, but you don't desire pain do you?"

This time she nodded 'no' in agreement.

"But, Joanna," he said holding her head between his hands and looking deep into her eyes, "Lena loves you, I'm fond of you, I think I might love you," and looking at me, "not like I love Lena, she's my one and only (oooohhhhh) but as a person, as a woman I want to be with and to keep and hold near. Neither of us want to hurt you, not really. Oh the beast may surface, it did just then, but both of us are stronger now, we can meet it and conquer it can't we Lena?"

Well, I was certain, after what had just happened, that he could. I wasn't so certain about myself but I had to support him now for Jo's sake. "Yes," I said, "we love you and you don't hurt people you love even if they want you too."

He carried on talking to her and to me I suppose. He was clearly aware that I had been no help to him and had wanted him to hurt Jo. "You need to open yourself to love. The fear anal sex with me is just a symptom of your desire to be dominated and hurt. I know that you and Lena have 'experimented' in that area," he looked at me and smiled, "she loves you too much to not have tried to give you pleasure in that fashion. So I know you like it. I'm not that big," he said modestly, "and I'm absolutely certain that you could manage me but the idea of it being extremely painful is tempting because it allows you to feel pain delivered by someone of whom you are fond." How quaint he is really, even now he gets the grammar right, oh I love him so much!

"What happened?" she asked again, "you stopped. You came didn't you?"

He looked at me, "He made himself cum," I said, "so he wouldn't rape your bottom. He would have you know, and I would have enjoyed watching him do it. We mustn't let that happen again, must we."

Jo looked at him, love on her face, "I think I'm going to love you," she said and she kissed him. "I wouldn't have minded, you know, if you had raped me. Secretly I would probably have enjoyed it too but I would have hated myself forever for what I had done to you and Lena. So thank you, thank you so much Mike." She kissed him again, "Yes," she said, "I think I will love you! Is that OK Lena. Can you bear to share that much of him?"

He looked at me with astonishment as I replied, "Oh yes it's all I ever wanted. That we love each other," and I hugged both of them as I started to cry. This started Jo off and I even heard a few sniffles from Mike. This was very emotional experience for us all and I know I felt drained afterwards.

We finally gained control of our emotions and went off into the shower to cool down. As we walked in Mike winked at me and nodded towards Jo, she didn't see this exchange. I nodded 'yes' back at him. I knew he was going to wash her in his special way and I thought I might join in. She would have two people who loved her bringing her love.

He turned on the water, just at the right temperature, and we all got wet. Then he started to soap Jo saying with a great big smile, "Just relax, Jo. Lena an I are going to bathe you." Well, because I'd told her what he did in the shower sometimes, she knew what was coming. She smiled up at him and put her arm round his neck; she knew her legs wouldn't last.

He took one of the sponges we used and began to gently wash her body, while I took another and helped him. Pretty soon he dropped the sponges and continued stroking her body with his hands, one down her front the other on her back. He was massaging her tits with his hand covered in a rich soapy lather and gently trapping her nipples every now and again. I knelt down and started to wash her legs with my sponge sometimes going in between and stroking it across her pussy and between her bottom cheeks. His hand at the back moved down to her bottom and began massaging it and washing at the same time. Occasionally he would drag a finger along the valley between her cheeks causing a slight intake of breath from Jo and a little push back as if she expected more. She knew he was going to put his fingers in her anus, one or two, as he did with me but she seemed now to have lost all fear of pain. She was looking forward to it, I think. 

His other hand left her boobs and began to stroke and wash the petulant dome of her tummy again stopping to stimulate her button with his finger now and again. Jo was now breathing heavily, expectation about what was to happen high. I stood and began to wash her upper body, her back, and her boobs with my hands, dropping the sponge. I could see that his hands were now applying soap to her pussy and to her bottom and, in doing so, was dragging his fingers over her pussy and her anus pressing harder at each pass.

Jo turned her head to me and I could see she was well on the way to another orgasm. I bent my head and started to kiss and bite her nipples before moving up to kiss her. Pulling away and continuing to fondle her tits I could see his hands, stationary now, with a finger in her bottom hole and in her sex. He started to move, to frig her front and back with one finger. Before long her had increased the tempo and the number of fingers, now using his middle two to enter her front and back. Jo's legs were giving way now so I helped to support her by putting her other hand round my neck. Now her weight was supported on his two hands with four fingers inside and by her arms around our necks. She was breathing deeply now and uttering a soft purr as he 'stroked' her cunt and her bottomhole. Then a sudden intake of breath. I looked down and saw that she had three fingers in her pussy almost to the knuckle, then out again. She looked at me and smiled, I think she knew what he was going to do then. Her eyes widened in disbelief then her smile returned and she began to cum with a soft 'aaaaarrrrgggghhh" of pleasure. Looking down her back I could see two fingers knuckle deep in her anus, fucking backwards and forwards slowly in time with the three at the front. No worries about pain now, she had taken both of his middle fingers, she would be able to take his maleness there now, of that there was no doubt. Would he take her later this evening?




Caroline Ch. 05.02



He finger fucked her for a while as her orgasm continued and her legs almost gave way before finally removing them and holding her tightly. He kissed her full on the lips and said, "Better now?"

"Mmm," she muttered, "much better. That was lovely."

He sat her down on the bench in the shower and looked at me, "Your turn," he said with a great big smile on his face and reached out for me. I smiled and skipped across to him, planting a big kiss on his lips. Then I hugged him before he began to soap me down, front and back at the same time. Soon I had that lovely cum with his fingers inside me carrying all my weight. Right towards the end Jo got up and started to stroke my boobs and to kiss me. That made my orgasm really good as I settled down on his lap when my legs gave way.

Jo gave me a few moments to recover then she said nodding towards Mike, "Let's do him now, come on Lena."

"He won't cum," I said as if he wasn't there.

"Doesn't matter," she replied, "I expect he'll enjoy it. Come on!"

So we both grabbed sponges and soaped him top to bottom, paying particular attention to his cock and his balls. He didn't get hard, too soon after that intense cum over Jo's back, but he laughed, and joked, and kissed, and joined in the fun of it all. We ended by drying ourselves off and getting dressed properly. He had suggested we go out for a drive and a drink before we came home and cooked dinner together.

He drove us out to one of the little pubs he knows, and where he seems well known, and we had a bottle of lovely wine in a peaceful little nook right next of the open log fire. It was really romantic. Jo was funny, she kept on touching him almost as if she didn't really believe he was there, and she looked at him with eyes that were full of something that was very close to love. Mike was, as usual attentive to us both, looking at us with those lovely blue eyes and chatting away about almost everything. We talked about the next two weeks and about getting ready to go away to Italy and what we would do there.

I wanted to talk to Jo on her own for a while so I suggested that we go back home (his house – I was thinking of it as home by now. Well it would be soon wouldn't it!) and that we would cook dinner while he had a rest. I joked that he still had some life left in him for later tonight but he looked a bit shamefaced and said he thought that might be difficult. Jo and I laughed and said that we could make do with each other (at which he laughed) but we would prefer some male attention. He laughed even more at that and said that he would do his best. I was certain that he would be able to manage.

We got home and sent him into the lounge while we made dinner. Some pasta, some salad (Jo's special), and a tricky little dish for dessert. 

As we made our things I said to Jo, "Well, now that it's happened, what do you think?"

She smiled softly at me, "I think it's marvellous," she said, "I wasn't sure that it would be OK but now it has happened it's right. I was frightened this afternoon but now I think that that is behind me. He's so kind and gentle, and sensible too."

"Do you really think that you love him?"

"Well, I think so but it's early isn't it? But I do feel very strongly about him and it isn't only sexual. Oh, of course, the sex is great, and I expect it will get even better if I can put this 'pain' business behind me, but it isn't only about sex is it. That's important but there's more to a relationship that just sex. I don't know whether I feel about him the same way you do. He said it all really when he said that he can't love me the same was he loves you, I bet you went all funny when he said that didn't you?"

I laughed, "Yes, I did. He says things like that all the time. That's just another reason why I love him so much. Does it bother you that he said that?"

"No, not really. I understand what he means. There are all different kinds of love. I love you, and you love me (I think) . . "

"Oh, Jo, you know I do," I interrupted.

". . . but that is a different love to that which you feel for Mike isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. I can't really explain the difference though," I added, puzzled as I examined my own feelings.

"No, I don't suppose you can. Any more than I can explain what I'm beginning to feel for him, and what I hope he's beginning to feel for me. Or, indeed, what I feel for you. I want to be with you, both of you. Not only for sex but to enjoy your company. I worry about you and now about him, how you both feel, you know. Oh it's so difficult to explain."

"Is it like with Steve in the beginning?" I asked her conscious that I might raise some demons but determined to try to expunge him from her feelings.

"No, its not really. I think what I felt for him in the early stages is similar to how you feel about Mike, from what you've told me, that is. That died, I'm afraid, as he changed. So I suppose, really, that you can only love one man (or woman if you are that way inclined) in that intense romantic sort of way. I don't know. I only know that I want to be with you both as much as I can, that I want both of you sexually in an unselfish way, that I want to see you both happy and to be happy myself. I don't think we can ask much more from life do you Lena?"

"No, I don't suppose we can really, can we. I've got everything I want, a lovely man who loves me, a lovely woman who can be mum, sister, or lover whom I love. I can't ask for much more can I?"

"Only a baby," Jo responded laughing, "come on let's get this dinner on the table. Will he like it?"

"Oh yes," I said, "this is right up his street and he'll enjoy it even more knowing we prepared it ourselves for him."

We laid the table for dinner in the breakfast room and called him out.

"I've left the wine for you to sort out," I said knowing he knew far more about wine than me, "so sort out a bottle or two and let's tuck in."

He fetched two bottles from his small cellar and we sat down to our dinner. "This looks great," he said smiling, "can I look forward to being treated like this all the time?"

"No you bloody can't," I said laughing with him, then more softly, "we share everything don't we?"

"Yes, my love," he said with a soft smile and a kiss, "we share everything," Then, "Jo, how did you like the kitchen?"

"It's great, big enough for three of us," she added laughing.

"I was going to ask you," he said more seriously, "when you both move in how do you want to play it. Do you want me to arrange for a self-contained flat, you know, kitchen, etc., or do you want to 'live in' as it were, as part of the family?"

"I haven't really thought about it but Lena and I always lived together, sharing everything. Could it be like that here?"

"Yes," he said, "it can be. The only thing I'm concerned about is you Jo. You know, if you find a man you like you need to be able to be with him. Not only that, you may need some time on your own."

"Mmm," she said, "I can see the problem."

"Look, we can solve this quite easily. I can design a small part of the house, one bedroom perhaps, with an en suite and a small seating area cum kitchen for you to use if you want. That can be off your bedroom. It can have a separate entrance if you want so you can have some privacy. I think I'd like you with us all the time if you want to. What do you say Lena?"

"I think that's a great idea. Mike's right Jo, you might need some privacy in the future and this gives it to you. What do you think?"

"I can't see the need at the moment but I suppose it might be nice in the future if I do meet a nice young man. Although," she added smiling at Mike, "he'd have to be something special wouldn't he?"

He laughed and hugged her, "Thank you," he said, "you make a man feel very good. Shall we do that then, I'll have a word with the architect and we can probably do something with the area over the garage and make a self-contained bed-sit for you to use when you want it."

This sorted and, by the way, made ready for her hoped for tryst with Guy, we continued with our meal chatting all the while. Afterwards we sent Mike into the lounge again and cleared up. It was really nice having a dishwasher, that's one thing we didn't have at Jo's flat. The we joined him in the lounge. He'd put some music on the hi-fi, an opera. One of his favourites, La Boheme. I'm not much of a opera buff myself and Jo wasn't that interested either but we humoured him as we sat down, one on each side, and snuggled up.

He started to explain the story to us as the music played. It's about two pairs of lovers one of whom, Rodolpho and Mimi, have an intense, almost self consuming love, whilst the other, Marcello and Musetta have a sort of on/off relationship, always fighting, splitting up then getting back together. The music tells the story so well and, as he explained it, I started to become involved in their story despite the fact that they were singing in Italian (way above my limited knowledge of the language). He explained how Mimi was ill and Rodolpho sent her away to another man, a richer man, who could look after. He is a very unsuccessful poet, you see. All the while Marcello and Musetta fight and make up, she often going off with other men. They are all bohemians in Paris and, I suppose, the girls had to make their way as best they could.

Anyway the music is very powerful indeed if you know what is happening and Mike gave us a soft running commentary. In the last act Mimi dies and he described, along with the music, how all Rodolpho's friends in the room know she is dead except him. Suddenly he goes to her and realises. I don't know much about music but I do know that when the orchestra notices his feelings it is overpowering, the emotional tension is tremendous and I challenge anybody not to cry. Jo and I did and I think I saw a tear from Mike. Not surprising really, music moves him tremendously.

Listening to the music put us all in a rather sombre mood, it was so sad, but Mike started to cheer us up.

"Don't be sad," he said, "it's uplifting. They found love didn't they. She might have died young, but she died knowing she was loved. Isn't that fantastic? How many people die unloved, never knowing that. So the music celebrates that as well. It celebrates the pain of love as well as the intensity. Come on, don't be sad."

I looked in his eyes, soft blue now with just a hint of grey, "I love you like that," I said, "I know what it feels like to be loved like that as well and, yes, the music does celebrate that. Oh, I'm so lucky." It's quite amazing how music can affect your mood, make you sad, happy, excited, oh anything.

It was quite late by now and he stood up and looked down at both of us, "Shall we go to bed," he said smiling, "I want to hold the two of you close to me. I know what Rodolpho felt like, I know about the power of the love he had for Mimi. I never thought I would but you've given me that Lena. Come on, come to bed. I want to hold you!"

He wasn't aroused, I could see that. He didn't want to make love and, strangely enough, I didn't either. I looked at Jo and raised an eyebrow. She smiled, stood up, and held him.

"Come on then you two, let's go to bed and have a good sleep. We're all tired aren't we?"

He led her tightly to him then reached for me, "Come Lena, to bed."

We climbed the stairs and snuggled into bed under the covers me on one side and Jo on the other. We both cuddled him close as he lay on his back. The last thing I remember as I drifted off to sleep was a soft, whispered, "Ti amo, amata."

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Caroline Ch. 05.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! This episode is a bit longer. There is an attempted rape but I don't describe that in detail and there is some mild violence as Mike deals out summary justice to the attacker.) 





Caroline Ch. 05.03



He said, 'You won't have much choice, sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you now whether you want it or not.' Well I didn't." She seemed to have control of herself now.

"I was frightened you see," she said looking at us both, "I was frightened that if I did go with him again I'd enjoy it, you know, enjoy the pain of it. As he was doing this part of me was wondering whether I would enjoy being raped by him. When he said that, you know 'whether you want it or not', I realised that I didn't want it, didn't want the pain, didn't need the pain if you like, so I hit him and pushed him away. This infuriated him even more. He came back at me and hit me in the stomach, quite hard and I couldn't catch my breath. This gave him the opportunity to start to pull at my uniform. Thankfully I hadn't lost all control. I swung round so my back was against the door and then I pretended to give in. 'You don't have to fight for it' I said, 'you've had it before, you can have it again' and, as the smile of satisfaction spread across his face, I kneed him in the bollocks, quickly unlocked the door and ran out. I wasn't till I got into the rest room that the shock of what had happened hit me and I realised that he was still out there. Panic set in and I couldn't stop trembling so I locked myself in the loo and phoned Lena. I couldn't stop shaking or crying when the shock of it all hit me. I'm sorry both of you, sorry for all the trouble."

I hugged her tightly, "I love you Jo, it's no trouble at all."

Mike came and knelt in front of her and held her tight, "Don't worry Jo, we'll take care of everything. Are you OK now, at least to get you home?"

"Mmm," she said, "I feel safe now, with you two here."

"Do you want to call the police?"

"No, he'll deny it won't he. Say I'm being vindictive. There'll be so much trouble for you and for Lena. No, don't call them. I suppose he'll get away with it."

Under his breath he said, "No he bloody won't," then to Jo, "Can you wait in the car for us," he said, "we've got some business to finish in here. Will you be all right on you own for a few minutes?"

"Why?" I said, "can't we go straight home?"

"Well we can," he said stony faced, "but I'd like to speak to a doctor before we leave. Just to make sure that there is no chance of this happening again."

Jo looked at him in understanding, "Oh," she said, "don't do anything foolish Mike, I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble. We can just forget this, pretend it didn't happen."

"But it did happen," he said, "and we need some closure on it. I want to be sure that nothing like this happens again so I need to speak to him. And don't worry, he has far more to lose than I have and I'll be very careful not to leave a mark," he ended smiling in a terrifying way that I'd not seen before.

Jo looked at me and I looked at her. It was obvious that he was determined to deal with this in his own way, probably he needed to. Jo was 'his' responsibility now, you know, the old 'pack leader' syndrome. I must admit however, that I rather looked forward to him dealing with Steve. I didn't know what he would do but I suspected it would be unpleasant.

Mike carried on, "I need Lena with me to give me some 'cover'," he said smiling softly, "and as a witness that I didn't hit him," he ended with that same terrifying smile.

Jo and I looked at each other again. "Will you be all right in the car? You can lock all the doors and, anyway there are lots of people in the car park. We'll be with that bastard anyway so you've nothing to fear. I think we need to do this don't you?"

"Yes, OK, I'll be all right. Oh Mike, don't get into trouble, please. Lena, you see that he doesn't get into trouble, OK?"

I nodded my head with little hope of stopping anything Mike wanted to do. He had a look of determination on his face that did not bode well for Steve.

We took Jo down to the car and left her inside with all the doors locked. She had her mobile switched on and phoned into mine so she was relatively calm. We returned to the hospital and I told the front desk we had to see Dr. . . . . . . . . . and they directed us to his office. Outside he had a secretary, a perky young female, very attractive and very young. I wondered if she had fallen under his spell yet.

"Dr. Penhaglion and Nurse Bryan to see Dr. . . . . . .," he said making up the names as he went along, "don't bother to announce us, we are expected," he said emphasising the last word.

A quick knock on the door and in we went. Steve was sitting behind his desk and Mike just walked around it and grabbed him by the collar and lifted him from the chair. The expression of shock followed by fear on his face was marvellous. Putting his face about two inches from Steve's, Mike said, "Do you recognise that young lady. That's my fiancée Lena." Steve's eyes widened even more. "And her best friend and my second love is Joanna. Remember Joanna?"

With this Steve started to struggle. Now Mike is about 6' 2" and he's quite well built and fit for his age. Steve is a bit of a runt, about 5' 8" and a overweight, although he is remarkably handsome and full of smarmy charm. No doubt that's how he captures most of these young women. So the struggle was a bit one sided because Mike just lifted him higher out of the chair and literally carried him around the front of the desk.

"I shouldn't struggle too much young Steven," Mike said menacingly, "to paraphrase the Hulk, I might get angry and you won't like me when I'm angry." This was a bit melodramatic but I think he was doing it on purpose to drive home the situation.

"Now," he said, "earlier today you were rather ungentlemanly with Joanna weren't you?"

"Er, er, er," Steve stuttered, "she wanted it," he ended aggressively.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," Mike said, "a sadist, an attempted rapist, a pathetic little runt, and now a liar as well," and he tightened his grip on Steve's throat and started to shake him like a rag doll. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was a totally different person to the soft, caring, loving, and gentle man I loved but I must admit, I was enjoying seeing this bastard being brought to book.

"Now, young Steven, you will listen, and you will listen well. You will never go within 100 yards of Joanna, Lena or myself again. If you do so then I will arrange to have your balls torn off and fed to you on a plate, do you understand. You won't know when it will happen or who it will be, but it will happen. And, after that, you will never know another woman. Do you understand?"

"I'll call the police," he managed to squeeze out.

"Oh, dear Steven, please do. Shall I do it for you. One attempted rape with sufficient witnesses to ensure conviction. Well, there are two here aren't there. Then there are all the other girls, particularly the one your wife bought off. I probably have more money than you so I'm sure we can get her to come forward, aren't you? Then there's the General Medical Council, I'm sure they would be so pleased to hear about your comings and goings. So, Lena, give him the phone and, while you're here, I'm sure you've got something to say to him, haven't you darling?"

I picked up the phone and offered it to him. Picking up Mike's style I said, "I always thought you were a pathetic wimp and now I know, I don't like to hurt defenceless men so I'll leave Mike to do that, he hasn't any scruples in that area, have you Mike?"

"No," he said with a cold smile, "I haven't, but to the business at hand. Do you want to phone the police or not?"

Fear was uppermost in Steve's eyes at that and a look of resignation as his shoulders slumped. He knew he was beaten.

"I didn't think so," Mike said quietly. "Now, I asked you a question, remember, do you understand?" and he let go of Steve's throat and left his standing in front of his desk.

Steve nodded. "I said, 'do you understand'. Now answer me."

"Yes, yes, I understand," Steve managed to stutter unable to look Mike in the eye.

"Good, good," Mike said menacingly, "now we only have the matter of today to deal with don't we?"

Steve looked terrified, "What are you going to do, don't call the police, please. My wife, my kids, my career!"

"Oh you really are pathetic. Perhaps you should have thought of that before you started. However we won't call the police. I don't want to put Jo through any more pain so we'll just have to dispense summary justice," and with that he hit him in the stomach, really hard. Steve doubled over and gasped for breath. "I believe that's what you did to Jo," Mike said in a voice laden with menace, "come on, stand up and take your medicine like a man. Lena, look at him, he can't cope can he?"

I was totally and utterly gob smacked by this side of the man I loved. He was hard, completely merciless I thought, although I suppose in dishing out punishment like this he was saving Steve from disgrace, but I didn't see that until later. The terrible thing is, I suppose, that I was quite enjoying the spectacle of my man being so forceful. And I was certainly enjoying seeing Steve humbled in this way, particularly after what he had done to Jo.

He lifted Steve's head and smiled gently at him, "Poor Steven," he said, "Oh, don't worry, I won't leave any marks," and he hit him again in the stomach causing an even sharper intake of breath, "because you know, don't you, that you mustn't leave any marks on the women you hurt, only psychological ones, you bastard." The last was delivered with a snarl and another sharp blow to the stomach.

By this time Steve was doubled over in pain and on his knees gasping for breath as Mike stood quietly watching him. I was frozen watching this, for want of a better word, punishment. I looked at Mike and he returned my look with a wink and a smile and I knew, then, that this was an act, he wasn't really like this. I wondered when it would end, when he would think he had punished Steve enough.

In these few moments Steve had recovered somewhat and he was looking up at Mike like a hunted and beaten animal. Mike smiled that cruel smile at him again, grabbed him by the neck lifting him, and said, "Well, I suppose that will have to do. Oh, by the way Steven, that lovely, innocent young thing outside, you won't be seeing her privately will you?"

Fear showing all over his face, he shook his head, "Good, oh, one last thing. Sometime ago you insulted that lovely lady over there," he nodded towards me, "now she is very dear to me and I'm not happy when that happens so, just to remind you of that and of all I've said today, I'll leave you with this," and he grabbed Steve by the shoulders and brought his knee hard into Steve's groin. Steve doubled up in pain, gasped for breath, and fell to the floor, rolling around. God, it must have hurt! "There," said Mike, "that should lock it in your memory. Goodbye, Steven. It was nice meeting you. I hope you remember this meeting for a long time. Come Lena, time to go."

He took me by the hand and we left the office. I couldn't really believe what I had seen. It was like a scene from a British gangster movie. As we left the office he turned to the secretary and said, "Sweetheart, Dr. . . . . is busy at the moment. He won't want to be disturbed for a few minutes. Perhaps you could go and get him a cup of tea?"

She looked at Mike rather strangely but off she went to make some tea I suppose.

As we walked down the corridor I said to him, "Was that really you in there, I couldn't believe what I was seeing?"

"Well," he said pensively, "yes, it was me. I really cannot stand men who behave like that. I was brought up to respect the female and I find men like him abhorrent. After what he did to Jo I was angry so I channelled that anger into calm determination, determination to make him suffer and to ensure it never happened again."

"I was frightened of you in there, you know."

He stopped in the middle of the corridor, turned to me and held me by the shoulders, "You never, never have to be frightened of me, frightened of what I might do to protect you yes, but never frightened of me. I would never hurt you. I told you that a while ago and I mean it, mean it will all my heart." Then he hugged me, "I love you," he whispered, "so much it frightens me sometimes."

I pulled away from him, "Come on, he might change his mind and call the police. I think you hurt him quite a bit."

"Oh, he won't call the police, he has too much to loose. Even the accusation would destroy him. It's certain to get publicity and that would probably mean some of his previous liaisons coming forward. He'd almost certainly get struck off and his marriage would suffer so I don't think we need fear that. But you're right, let's get back to Jo and take her home. She probably needs a nice bath and some tlc."

When we got back to the car Jo seemed to have composed herself. She'd stopped crying but jumped like anything when I knocked on the window. She smiled and opened the door, "You were a long time," she said.

"Yes," I replied, "Mike was just having a word with Steve."

She raised her eyebrows quizzically and with a measure of apprehension.

"I don't think that he will bother you again," I said, "Mike was fairly firm about that. He didn't think you'd want to take today's events any further, is that OK?" She nodded in agreement, "So he dished out some on the spot punishment. I'll tell you all about it when we get home. Come on Mike, home."

He drove home fairly leisurely whilst I sat in the back cuddling Jo. She was shivering gently now, the shock of what had happened finally under control, she was able to let herself sink into relief. When we got home Mike poured her a small brandy and suggested that she and I have a bath together. That would give me an opportunity to talk to her, for her to go over it again with me, and for her to wash away the bad feeling as much as she could. It was a good idea so I took her upstairs and ran the bath while she got undressed. 

"I want to burn that uniform," she said, "I'm never going back to that place again. Oh Lena, I was so frightened, you know, afterwards. When he tried it, at first I thought I might like it, you know, part of me, like I said, but then I knew I wouldn't and I didn't want it."

I smiled and cuddled her, "Look Jo, there is some good isn't there. You've realised that you don't want the pain, that you don't need it either. In fact it frightens you. That's how it should be isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is, but it's a difficult way to learn how you feel."

"Yes, it is. Look, let's have a bath and I'll tell you all about their meeting. It was amazing, just like a gangster film. I've not seen that side of Mike before. It was quite revealing." This seemed to perk her up a little bit and we got into the bath together.

As we sat there with the bubbles soothing our bodies, I told her what had happened in Steve's office. She couldn't believe it, that Mike had acted that way.

"He was really angry, Jo," I said, "you know how he feels about women. He's a very old fashioned man who thinks that a woman should be respected. I don't think he'd ever hit a woman in normal circumstances." Off course I had in mind that he had on that terrible, but oh so exciting, Sunday.

"Did he really talk like that, you know, 'dear Steven'," she asked

"Oh yes, it was so menacing. I was frightened of what he was going to do but when he suggested that he 'wouldn't leave any marks' I knew he wasn't going to be too outlandish. I don't think Steve will even think of you again, let alone come anywhere near you, or me for that matter, he was so terrified."

"Why did he mention the secretary?"

"Oh I don't know, we'll have to ask him later. Probably just being a gentleman I suppose, trying to protect her."

With that we got out of the bath and dried off, dressing in loose 'about the house' clothes, and went downstairs. Here Mike had prepared something to eat. He is a great believer in the healing powers of a family meal and we were his family.

"Come on you two, I done a fry-up, good for the emotions this. You can treat yourselves to bad food for one meal. Come on dig in."

"I'm sorry Mike, I'm not really hungry."

"I insist, try something, come on," then laughing, he added, "you know what they say, once you start you might not be able to stop."

This brought a small smile from Jo, "All right, I'll try." And she did, reluctantly at first then, as she began to enjoy it, much more heartily. "Mmm," she said, "this is good therapy. I feel better already."

"Here, have a glass of wine," I said and she accepted it with a grateful smile.

We finished the meal, strangely he'd eaten little, and I asked him as Jo went into the lounge why? "Bloody hell, Lena," he said smiling, "that little escapade took everything out of me. I can't eat at the moment I'm still too tense. I'll have something later."

I kissed him, "Thank you," I said, "tell me when and I'll get it for you."

We followed her into the lounge and he sat in a chair, she was sitting on the settee. I sat next to her. She looked at him with some unnamed feeling in her eyes, love, affection, admiration, I don't know. It could have been any or all of those. Then she got up and knelt in front of him so her head was level with his. "Thank you, Mike, thank you so much. I don't know how to thank you properly."

He smiled lovingly at her and said, "Oh dearest Jo, you don't have to thank me. He hurt you and it needed doing. Nobody hurts those I love and gets away with it."

She leaned forward and kissed him, "Still," she said, "it's nice to have a protector, someone you can rely upon, isn't it Lena?"

"Oh yes," I said looking at the two of them, "it really is."

"How do you feel now," he asked her.

"I think I'm OK," she said, "I suppose he didn't do anything really, he didn't punch me all that hard and it was fear and shock more than anything else. I think I'm all right now." She looked at me, then Mike, then me again, "So, if you two want to go to bed together I'll be OK."

Mike smiled across at me, "Oh no," he said smiling, "we both love you too much to let you sleep alone this night. You come in with us, OK Lena."

Of course it was, and how I loved him then, "Of course it is, we can't possibly leave you alone tonight."

"It's all right, really," she said but she looked relieved.

"No, I insist," said Mike, "there is no way we'll leave you alone tonight. There, that's settled. Shall we listen to some music?"

"Anyway," I whispered to Jo as he fished through the CD's, "you can say thank you to him on Sunday, can't you?"

She smiled shyly and nodded, "Mmm, I suppose I can," she said.

So we spent the rest of the evening listening of comforting music, mostly about love and caring, so the music from Notting Hill played a prominent part. Towards the end of the evening we could see that Jo was tiring rapidly, her day had been terrible and very exhausting. "Lena," Mike said, "I'm going to pop up and have a shower before we go to bed, are you two OK for a while." He was lovely really, wasn't he. Thinking about us both and how we felt.

"Yes, you go and shower, I'll sit here with Jo."

"Oh, by the way Jo, while you were in the bath this afternoon I called the hospital and told them you wouldn't be in tomorrow. Is that OK?"

"Mmm," she said sleepily, "I don't think I can go back there can I?"

"No," I said smiling, "if you did Steve would run a mile because he might bump into you and lose his balls."

This made her laugh, "Now there's a thought," she said as we sat there.

Mike came back down stairs and made us all a hot drink to settle us down. He still hadn't eaten anything so I quickly asked him if he was OK. "Yes, thanks Lena. I'm still not hungry but I'll probably eat a horse for breakfast. Let's just have this drink and go to bed. I think Jo is bushed and you look tired as well. Come on, we'll all feel better in the morning." So off we all went into the big six foot bed together, this time with Jo in between myself and Mike. She cuddled up to him straight away, I suppose it's a bit basic really. He had 'saved' her, stood up for her, and was now her protector so she would reward him the way females have always rewarded their men. In a way I was quite happy to forego making love tonight because I wouldn't have been able to properly, my period arrived a day early, all the excitement I expect. I couldn't have satisfied him properly. Now I knew he would be very ready for her at the weekend, if indeed, they waited that long.




Caroline Ch. 05.03



I got up first on Wednesday morning having slept quite well. I left Jo cuddling Mike. He was awake but he didn't want to wake her so I went downstairs and started breakfast. A few minutes later they both came down. She looked much refreshed but confused somehow, and he looked hungry.

"Oh good Lena, you've done some sausages. I'm bloody starving."

"I should think so," I said, "you didn't eat anything last night. Did you know that Jo, he didn't eat a thing last night."

She looked concerned, "Why not," she asked him.

"Well," he said sheepishly, "all that aggressive behaviour is not really me you know and the old adrenalin was pumping like hell. Can't ever eat when I'm like that, have to wait until it calms down then I'm ravenous, like now."

She looked at him with hungry eyes, "Is it like that with sex as well?" she asked in her forthright manner. I raised my eyebrows at her and she smiled then fixed him with her gaze.

He looked back at her somewhat puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," he said.

"Well," she said archly, "when the 'adrenalin starts to flow' is it like food with sex. Can't do it when you're like that but ravenous afterwards?"

He looked embarrassed. "Oh I'm sorry Mike, I've embarrassed you haven't I," she said smiling at me.

I looked at him, laughed and said, "I wouldn't stand still too much today, Mike, not in the mood she's in. You could be seduced if you're not careful."

He laughed as he caught on to the game then put his arms by his side and stood stock still, "I won't move then," he said continuing to laugh.

We all had breakfast and I was pleased to see that Jo didn't seem to be suffering any after affects from yesterday's experience. I suppose that, really, nothing serious happened, she was lucky she had the presence of mind to get away. I think it was shock and fear that did most of the damage and now she was safely at home with us both without the fear of having to go back to the hospital, she was quietly calm. And, I thought, very sexy. Waking up cuddling Mike must have raised her awareness. I was sure she would seduce him today. I was only sad because I wouldn't be there to see it but she could tell me all about it this evening.

After breakfast Mike and I left to take me to work. On the way I said to him, "Mike, what about Jo. How do you feel about her today?"

"What do you mean? I suppose I feel about her the same as yesterday. I want to protect her." He laughed, "The old 'bull' syndrome I suppose. She seems vulnerable now, soft and easily hurt."

"I mean, she wants you, you know, badly."

"Wants me? Oh, you mean like that?" He said falling in. Men can be so dense sometimes!

"Yes, silly, like that. You said it yourself. 'The old bull syndrome'. It affects us as well you know. She needs to thank you for what you did yesterday and she has only one way really doesn't she?"

"I hadn't thought of it like that," he said pensively, "are you certain. I thought this morning was just you two having a joke at my expense."

"Oh no, she wasn't joking. I can tell. So, how do you feel about it?"

We had arrived at the rear of the shop now and he stopped the car and looked at me. "Look," he said, "she is a very attractive woman and I can't help but notice that, but the thought had not crossed my mind, certainly not last night and now. She is still 'under my protection' if you like, and I couldn't take advantage of her."

"Well," I said seriously, "she is OK now, I can tell. What happened yesterday wasn't too bad was it. Oh, of course she was shocked and frightened, and he did hit her, but nothing really serious occurred. A night of cuddling in your arms has probably washed away the hurt. Mike, she wants you to 'take advantage of her' as you put it. In fact, if you spurn her you'll probably hurt her even more than Steve did. She loves you, you see. I know, I can sense it in her. Look, go home and, at the right moment, make love to her. Like you do with me," I added, with a soft smile, "make her feel like a princess. You can do that you know"

He looked at me in that tender loving way and said, "Lena you are a remarkable woman. Are you sure. You won't be there, you're not jealous?"

"No," I said smiling at him, "not jealous at all. Anyway she'll tell me all about it when I get home so you'd better be good!"

He laughed, "I'll do my best to make her feel wonderful," he said and left me with a kiss, it was really romantic.

Now, to tell you what happened that day I've asked Jo to take over.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 06.01



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 6.01: Joanna's Tale: 01

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Jo begins to tell her tale here and fills in some detail.) 

Joanna and Mike alone.

Hello, I'm Joanna. Lena has asked me to write about that Wednesday. This was the first time I was alone with Mike in the house and, especially after what had happened on Tuesday, she was certain that I would want him. Well, she was right, I did, and wanted him badly. I ought to explain.

When Lena suggested 'sharing' him I was never too sure about it. I went along to please her, out of curiosity and, mainly, because I needed to get Steve out of my mind. He had really turned me off men. He was marvellous at the start, not as nice a Mike but still charming and apparently caring. That changed however, as he became more sure of me. Like a fool I had fallen for him. All the advice I later gave to Lena when she started going with Mike I had completely ignored myself. I knew virtually nothing about him other than he was handsome, charming and, in the early days, a tremendous lover; well perhaps not that good but certainly better than all the men and boys I'd been with before.

As Lena has told you, our relationship started going bad when he became more demanding sexually, oh not frequency or anything like that, just what he wanted me to do, how to behave. He seemed to like hurting me, humiliating me, making me do things he knew I didn't like, wear clothes for him that I found degrading. He called me names, slut, whore, bitch, that sort of thing. Then the films, not bad at first, and the anal sex. That was OK initially but he always insisted on cumming on my face, not in my mouth which I didn't mind, but on my face, in my eyes, that sort of thing. Then the films got more disturbing and he got more violent afterwards. It was as if they set him off, he got off watching the films then hurting me. The final straw, at least the first one, was that terrible film that Lena has described. I didn't realise but, by this time I had begun to enjoy the pain, almost expected it, I suppose, and felt it was my 'job' to give him pleasure through my pain. I realise now how silly that was and is. Sex isn't about pain, it's about pleasure and love isn't about submission, it's about sharing. That's what Lena and Mike have and I was loathe to risk ruining that.

When his wife finally turned up and explained everything I was shattered. My whole life seemed to ebb away. I realised that in a strange way I loved him, loved the sex, the pain, the humiliation. I knew I had to break with him, I didn't want to face what she had described. I was scared stiff. Then the dreams, they were horrible. I would wake up feeling sick at what I had imagined, how degraded I felt, but how much pleasure there was in that feeling. Even worse, the pleasure at the pain inflicted on Lena in my dreams. This was even more intense. I know now that, because I love her so much, in the perverse way that this sadism/masochism works, the more pleasure I got from hurting her.

This is a bit long winded, I know, but it's important to explain how I felt on that Wednesday: important to understand what loving him meant to me.

So I went along with Lena's plan for several reasons but primarily I was frightened of what I was turning into. My lovemaking with her was becoming more demanding, I would experiment with hurting her a little to she how she dealt with it. Of course she loved me so she went along. We were on a dangerous road. 

The events on my birthday which Lena has written about made me go along with her idea. It was really his reaction to that and the way he treated both of us, but particularly me, afterwards that changed my view. He was so nice. Lena had told me about him of course, but I assumed she was using rose coloured spectacles. She wasn't, I realised, everything she said about him was true and, over those few days, I came to understand him, I think. So I came to terms with going to bed with them both. I hadn't really thought of going to bed with him alone, you know just the two of us. I had assumed that that was for Lena, not for me.

It wasn't until Lena's terrible upset over his health and all that followed that I realised she meant for it to be a true three way arrangement, you know, all three or any two from three. I fell in when she said that I would 'have to look after him' the weekend after our first threesome. I was quite worried by this. I really didn't want to come between them, to risk damaging what they had, but they both seemed happy with it so I said nothing. I really got bowled along by both of them about Italy and the flat and everything. Oh I didn't mind. To be honest I wasn't looking forward to being without Lena, she's sister, daughter, and lover for me and we've lived together for nearly five years. I think we loved each other even when we were little so losing her was going to be a big blow. It was all rather rushed but I didn't really mind, I was quite looking forward to it. Then Sunday!

Sunday morning was amazing, simply amazing. I never believed that sex could be like that, so good and lasting so long. Lena had told me about sex with him, in detail, but I'd always believed that she was exaggerating. She wasn't. He was fantastic. How he let us take control in the morning and still made love to us both gently and caringly. I lost count of my orgasms. By the end of the morning I'd had it, Lena can go on far longer than me I think. The last orgasm I had was too much for me, I passed out but it was so, so good, like nothing I've ever experienced before. 

In the afternoon came the problem. Look, I was all screwed up then, in more ways than one. Lena and I had made love to each other several times and pleasured each others bottoms. She'd used the dildo on me and I enjoyed every minute of it. Yes, I know he is bigger, but not that much bigger. Deep down I knew I could take him, I wanted to, desperately, to give him everything, just like Lena. I wanted to please him, but I had the 'pain' hang up. I'd convinced myself, wanted to believe, that it would hurt, hurt a lot, so that I could experience pain delivered by someone I loved, or close to loved anyway, particularly a man. Silly really but then that was my hang up, my legacy from that bastard Steve. Of course, I should have known that he would have none of it. Although Mike scared me that afternoon, I must admit that I enjoyed being scared. The look on his face was frightening, I didn't think he would brook any opposition, he would take my bottom whether I liked it or not. Even Lena thought he would, I could tell from her face and, do you know, I wanted him to. I wanted him to hurt me, cause me pain. In my weird world of sex, left to me by Steve, this was love. Giving and receiving pain. I could show my love for him by accepting the pain he got pleasure from giving me. Oh what a screwed up situation!

Anyway, he wasn't playing my game and he made himself cum. Oh of course I should have known he wouldn't allow himself to get any pleasure from inflicting pain on me. Can you imagine any man doing that. To put it crudely, he gave up the opportunity to fuck my arse, a first for him, and make me scream. There aren't many men I've met who would have done what he did. At first I couldn't believe it, what had happened, then I saw Lena's face and felt the pressure on my anus relieved. After she explained what he had done I didn't know what to say, how to feel. Then he explained himself and he explained me. He was right you know, that was just how I felt. I hated myself but I enjoyed the feeling. As to sex later that evening, well he wasn't able or willing, I don't know, and I know Lena doesn't know either, but I think he was unwilling. We needed to cool down, to take stock, and a good night's sleep without sex was just right.

I woke on that Monday feeling so much better, as if a weight had been lifted. I realised that what he said was right, you didn't need pain to love someone. What you needed was care and affection, oh and desire of course, but desire tempered by concern for the other person (or in our case, persons). It was so nice to be part of their love, their caring for each other and now, for me. So it was that I had gained confidence and, when Steve tried to chat me up again, I was rather rude. Well he deserved it didn't he, the bastard, but perhaps it wasn't the cleverest thing to do. It must have infuriated him and I suspect it resulted in his actions on Tuesday. I was also surprised when Mike suggested that Lena and I make love together without him. Can you imagine, here is a man who sends his prospective wife off to bed with her best friend for them to make love. I was coming to realise that this was a very special man indeed.

So, Tuesday! Oh what a day. It certainly sorted my head out but it is a drastic way of sorting out ones feelings. I began to get concerned when Steve was always where I was, there or thereabouts for no apparent reason. This happened three or four times before I started to notice it really. Then the laundry room. We have turn locks on the doors, no keys thankfully, so he couldn't take the key out. Now the strange part, I knew what he was going to do, and this is the bad bit, I wanted him to. It was the same as with Mike, well not quite, but I'm sure my meaning is clear. I knew there would be pain, but I welcomed it. I had to fight him however, otherwise there wouldn't be any pain would there? 

What changed my feelings about the whole business was his words to me and, particularly, the way he said them. He was so arrogant, sneering. The words seemed to puncture the bubble of desire for pain and I remembered what Mike had said to me on Sunday. The punch in the stomach didn't help, although by that time after his 'whether you want it or not' line, I had decided that I didn't. All that Mike had said suddenly was obvious. This man was a sadistic little twerp. I got angry and my mind started to work overtime on how to get out of this situation. Well I managed it and got back to the rest room. Once there panic set in and the shock hit me, I went to pieces and the rest is history.

When Lena told me how Mike had reacted I could hardly believe her. Oh I know all about the male 'bull' mentality, protect the herd and all that, but it seemed to be so much more. Look, he is a nice man, and there aren't many of them are there, so his reaction was surprising. Then Lena explained him to me and it wasn't surprising, you see, he loved me. Oh not the same way he loved Lena. He said it himself, he believed he could only love one woman that way, but he loved me none the less and he was willing to go to any lengths to protect me. Now, Lena has mentioned it above, but I'll reiterate, on the Wednesday morning I did want him, badly.

I'd gone to sleep on Tuesday night cuddled by him with Lena snuggled up behind. Obviously we didn't stay like that all night but when I woke in the morning, after Lena had apparently got up, I was in his arms. I'd opened my eyes and I was staring into his. Blue, that's all I could think, blue. His eyes were blue and they were full of love, concern, care. I sort of drifted into his eyes and I snuggled up to him. I didn't ever want to leave his arms and I wanted an awful lot more. I lay there, in his arms, and remembered yesterday. What had happened, what he had done. I had to say thank you to him, to reward him for his actions. I don't think he ever expected or wanted any reward, it was what he did for those he loved but I needed to reward him, understand? I needed him to accept my reward as well and, as I had only one real way to reward him (as Lena said, we females have been doing this since time began), I wanted him badly. That sounds silly really, I wanted him badly because I wanted to reward him. The silly thing is, I suppose, that he didn't expect any reward in any sense of the word. All I knew was that, as I lay there in his arms, gazing into his arms, I felt safe and powerfully sexy. I NEEDED HIM. This is all very confusing and it doesn't read very well but it was how I felt.

I also needed to experiment, no not in that way, but to find out whether I was able to put this masochistic/sadistic thing behind me. Could I make love with someone I loved and not want him or her to hurt me, or to hurt them. I felt that I could because of my feelings for him but I was still unsure.

Anyway, he pulled away from me saying, "I'm sorry Jo, but I must get something to eat then take Lena to work. You stay in bed if you want."

I didn't want to but I lay there for a few moments watching him get dressed, taking in him, and, to some extent, suppressing my desire for him which wouldn't be very appropriate over the breakfast table.

He finished dressing and I got up and threw on a dressing gown. He watched me with concern in his eyes. He thought I was still suffering from the effects of yesterday but I wasn't really, well not in that way. I was confused and it shows even as I write this.

We went downstairs together and he said to Lena, "Oh good Lena, you've done some sausages. I'm bloody starving."

"I should think so," she said, "you didn't eat anything last night. Did you know that Jo, he didn't eat a thing last night."

I was concerned, I cared for him, "Why not," I asked him.

"Well," he said sheepishly, "all that aggressive behaviour is not really me you know and the old adrenalin was pumping like hell. Can't ever eat when I'm like that, have to wait until it calms down then I'm ravenous, like now."

This set me thinking and my mischievous side broke through my confusion. I looked at him thinking how much I wanted him, "Is it like that with sex as well?" I said forthrightly. This shocked Lena somewhat. She raised her eyebrows, smiled then fixed him with her gaze.

He looked back at me somewhat puzzled. "I don't know what you mean," he said. And I don't think he did. He wasn't on that wavelength then. He didn't know how much I wanted him. I suppose the signs I was giving out were not the normal ones.

"Well," I said archly determined to let him know exactly how I felt, "when the 'adrenalin starts to flow' is it the same with sex. Can't do it when you're like that but ravenous afterwards?"

He looked embarrassed. "Oh I'm sorry Mike, I've embarrassed you haven't I," I said smiling at Lena. He knew now exactly what I had in mind.

Lena picked up my mood, looked at him, laughed and said, "I wouldn't stand still too much today, Mike, not in the mood she's in. You could be seduced if you're not careful."

He laughed as he caught on to the game then put his arms by his side and stood stock still, "I won't move then," he said continuing to laugh.

We all had breakfast together and Mike finally left with Lena to take her to work. My only concern today was how Lena would feel about me and Mike. She seemed to be OK about it before she left but I hadn't been on my own with him like this. Despite this I knew I was going to try to seduce him. I thought that he was strong enough to say no if he felt it would affect Lena and anyway my need was very powerful. Yesterday hadn't really been that bad, it could have been far worse, he could have raped me and, god forbid, I could have enjoyed it. I'd been very frightened of course and my tummy was a bit sore where he hit me, but all in all, I was lucky. Lucky as well to have two people like Mike and Lena to come to my assistance.

I was still thinking about all these things when Mike came home. Striding into the kitchen he said, "How do you feel Jo? Shall I make some coffee?"

I looked at him thinking how much I loved him now and just answered with "Mmm, yes please. Then I think I'll go and have a bath." I was going to get ready for him, ready to please him in any way, you know, there if he wanted it, although I was still nervous about anal sex with him.

"I'm going into the garage to get on with some work." he said. "I've got you a paper and some magazines to read. Are you OK on your own?"

"Mmm," I said, "yes, I'm all right now. Yesterday wasn't too bad, and nothing really happened did it. I was lucky. And, spending the night in your arms has done me the world of good," I added smiling up at him.

"I enjoy cuddling you," he said smiling back.

"Perhaps you should try it some more later on then," I said gazing up at him coquettishly.

"Mmm, now there's a thought," he said smiling and bending to give me a little kiss.

"I hope there's more where that came from," I said.

He smiled and went back to making the coffee. He wasn't ready yet and I don't think I was. I wanted to pretty myself up, be at my best, for him.

We sat drinking our coffee and chatting before he went off into the garage. 

"I'll get some lunch ready about 12," I said, "is that OK?"

"Mmm," he said, "give me a shout before it's ready and I'll have a quick shower." Oh good, I thought, you're not getting away this afternoon! And off he went into the garage.

I spent the morning having a lovely bath, the great big tub all too myself, bubbling away. The I 'prepared' myself for him. Do you know, I actually thought of it like that, I was giving myself to him. Sort of like an offering, I suppose. I prettied myself up, not too much makeup as I know he doesn't like too much, and chose my clothes carefully. I gave myself an enema just in case he wanted me there. To be honest, I didn't really want him to take me there today. I wanted today to be romantic, like those occasions Lena had told me about, you know, where he recited poetry, or something like that. I felt that, although I knew he would do it with love, taking my bottom would not be quite the same. 

I wore a loose blouse in crimson. I knew from Lena that he liked these dark, vibrant reds on a woman, especially from a sexual standpoint so I thought this would be nice. A simple matching skirt, knee length, and in a matching red. Simple underwear, red as well. I wanted him to want ME not the clothes. No stockings and a simple chain round my neck with his pendent. Only a little waft of perfume and I was ready. I felt like a vamp. Lena makes much of this feeling of power that we get when we go into a situation looking for sex. It does have an effect on me. It makes me feel powerful, knowing that I'm about to manipulate a man. Not quite the same with Mike. I always felt that he could control himself and, if he wanted to, rebuff my advances. So I was still a bit apprehensive about how he would react. 

Anyway, downstairs to read the paper and just lay about until time to prepare lunch. He'd brought a few things in with him, ham, rolls, cheese, so I put these together ready to toast when he came in. About 12 I popped in to the garage and, giving him my biggest smile, said, "Lunch is all ready to go when you want it. What would you like to drink? Fruit juice?"

"Mmm, yes please." Then he looked at me in that way of his. "You look fabulous Jo, absolutely fabulous. Who's the lucky man?" Well the way I was feeling, that was almost enough to make me wet my knickers! As Lena says, he has this was of looking at you. It's certainly sexy, but it's more than that. He doesn't 'undress' you with his eyes, it's more of a caress. A caress underneath you clothes. You feel as if his eyes are touching you.

I smiled at him, "Thank you," I said, "it's just for you, and you alone. Are you coming in now?"

"Just give a minute to tidy up and I'll be in to have a shower. About 20 minutes, OK?"

"OK," I said then very suggestively, "I'll have everything ready for you."

He smiled, "I look forward to it," he said.




Caroline Ch. 06.01



Twenty minutes later he walked into the breakfast room for lunch. Dressed in a simple shirt, slacks and flip-flops he looked good enough to eat. It's strange really, he is that much older than us but you kind of forget it really. He looks good for his age and he certainly doesn't act it.

He sat down to eat lunch, "This is good," he said laughing, "I could get used to this."

I smiled back, "It's my pleasure," I said.

I only nibbled at my food because I couldn't take my eyes off him. I suppose it is my equivalent of the way he looks at Lena and me. I was enjoying watching him eat. He noticed my eyes on him, "Are you OK Jo?" he asked, "is anything wrong?"

"No," I said smiling at him, "I'm fine. You enjoy your lunch."

I nibbled a bit more but continued to watch him out of the corner of my eye. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but it was so difficult not to look at him and secretly imagine what I was determined would happen later. Indeed, I was getting a little wet already in anticipation. He seemed to sense me watching him, however (and, I suppose, I was sending off enough sexual pheromones to wake the dead) and he again asked if I was OK.

"Yes," I said, "I told you I'm fine. I just like watching you eat."

He finished his lunch and stood, "Shall we go into the lounge?" he asked.

I stood up and went to him. He's much taller than me. The top of my head only reaches his chin so I had to look up into his eyes. I always think that's an advantage for us women don't you, we can look up through our eyelashes and capture a man's soul.

"No," I said softly and I kissed him. A sexy kiss, or at least as sexy as I could make it. "I want you to make love to me. Will you, please." This last sounded almost desperate really, but I was you know. If he said no I would probably have died (well not really but you know what I mean).

He kissed me back and pulled away. Would he? Then he picked me up. Talk about surprise. He lifted me in his arms and my head rested on his shoulder.

"Oh yes," he said gruffly, "Oh yes," and he carried me upstairs into my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and looked down at me, stroking me with his eyes. My levels of anticipation were high now, I was very wet and, oh boy, did I want him. He stood there looking down and he said, "Tu sei una bella donna, Joanna, bella sei tu," then he knelt next to me and kissed me on the lips. A long and passionate kiss with his tongue gently opening my mouth and pushing inside to find mine, pleased to feel him and entwine in a lovely dance. I held him so tight I think I must have hurt him. I didn't ever want to let him go just then but he pulled away, stood and took his clothes off leaving only his pants. I could see his lovely penis poking over the waistband, hard already for me. I wanted it!

Then he knelt back down next to me. I couldn't take my eyes off his face as he looked down at me. Oh, what he did next. Lena's told you about his seducing her with a sonnet, well now he did the same to me only he used Marlowe!

He began to quote:

"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Joanne, make me immortal with a kiss -" he kissed me and 

looked up,

"Her lips suck forth my soul; see there it flies!" he looked around 

then back at me.

It's really impossible to describe what this feels like. The words seem to stroke you, to caress your ears and your body. Then he carried on:

"Come, Joanne, come, give me my soul again and he bent to

kiss me.

Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, he kissed me

again.

And all is dross that is not Joanna. looking down at 

me.

Oh thou art fairer than the evening air he smiled.

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars" kissed me again.

By this time I had almost completely lost the plot. His words and his kisses stirring something deep inside me. My feelings welled up and I began to cry gently. He reached down and held me tight and continued whispering in my ear.  

"Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter

When he appeared to hapless Semele

More lovely than the monarch of the sky

In wanton Aresthusa's azur'd arms

And none but Lena (and thou) shalt be my paramours"

I held him so tightly. I wanted him to become part of me then. Such things he said to me. "Do you mean it," I said to him in a soft voice.

"Oh yes," he said, "you are my Helen and Lena is my Helen. I'm the luckiest man alive, luckier even than Faustus. I have two Helens."

I continued to cry softly into his shoulder, "Will you make love to me?"

He whispered, "Yes," and began to kiss my neck and undo my blouse. "Yes indeed," he said, "for thou art lovely." Oh God!!!

He kissed down my neck and throat then gently nibbled my earlobe. That is SO sexy. I wanted to touch him so I reached for his pants, to feel his penis in my hand but he stopped me. 

"No sweetheart," he said softly, "otherwise it will be over too soon." 

Then he went back to kissing my ears and throat. I was so wet by now and I really, really wanted him but I remembered Sunday and what Lena had told me. He prolongs this, this homage to your body, touching, caressing, kissing, so that the final release is wonderful. I was determined, although it was difficult, to go along with this. I didn't know then, of course, that Lena had told him to 'make me feel like a princess'.

He now had my blouse completely undone and, with a little help from me, soon removed it. Rolling me to one side he undid my bra and took that off as well. He went to work on my boobs. They're bigger than Lena's and I'm proud of them although I don't have nipples like her, mine are smaller but I have much bigger aureole. Now he was kissing them, sucking a nipple and gently biting it with his teeth, then sucking harder. Not too hard but just enough to know that he could. It was wonderful, I didn't want him to hurt me, just enjoy me and giving me pleasure. Perhaps it was behind me. Steve was always much rougher, most times hurting me there, biting, sucking really hard. Mike was now licking all around the nipples, one side then the other, whilst his hands gently kneaded the other. This seemed to go on for ages: pleasure untold. And then to the underneath. Lena tells me how he concentrates here, so tender, so wonderful. As you probably gathered, by now I had had one small orgasm and was slowly sinking in a sea of pleasure. I stroked his head as he kissed and licked my boobs, then back to biting my nipples gently and then kissing me on the lips.

"Are you enjoying this darling," he whispered in my ear, "or shall I stop?"

Stop, oh no, not stop, "I don't want you ever to stop making love to me," and I pulled his mouth to my lips and drank the flavour of him.

He moved to my tummy, undoing my skirt and, with a little help from me, stripping it off. This left me in very wet panties, he would know now how excited I was by his actions. His hands stroked across my tummy, gently teasing the top of my panties before his tongue started to explore my button. Much more sensitive there than Lena, I began to climb to another orgasm. These weren't that strong but they were building in intensity each time. As he licked me there I started to moan softly in pleasure and, when he suddenly started to bite my pussy through my knickers, I almost screamed in surprise and joy. He gently bit the whole area of my pussy, my mons, the lips of my vagina, my clit, my perineum, that oh so sensitive area between the pussy and anus. He didn't touch my bottom hole however and, secretly, I was glad. I wanted this to be focussed on 'ordinary' sex today. My bottom hole was for the weekend - I thought he might have it then. Now I was sure!

His fingers were entering the lips of my sex through my panties, what a wonderful feeling. Then he pulled them down and off, crawled between my legs and began to kiss me there. He licked the inside of my vagina on those, oh so tender lips, whilst his finger and thumb gently tweaked my little man which had now made its appearance. Up and down he licked, pushing my legs apart and my knees upwards so that I was completely open to him. He would lick, then suck, apparently drinking my juices. I was climbing that hill of pleasure and, after a short while, began to cum. This was the real thing. As it hit me I screamed, "Aaaaaggghhh, oh yes, eat me," and I closed my legs holding his head in position with my hands. Poor Mike, he couldn't move but I didn't care. I felt like I wanted to pull him inside my body, to possess him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me before I let him go. 

He moved up beside me, "Wow," he said smiling down at me, "I assume you enjoyed that."

"Oh god, yes," I replied breathlessly and I reached up and kissed him. "Thank you." I could taste myself on his lips.

He smiled gently down at me and I realised how lucky I was. Now, when I have a strong orgasm like that, unlike Lena who can go on and on without a break, I need to sort of get myself together. It's not that I want (or wanted) to stop, I had him to satisfy yet, it's just that I feel sort of drained. I need a little while to recharge my batteries, as it were, after really strong orgasms, particularly one as strong as he had just given me. So I pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear, "I need a while to recover, then we'll concentrate on you. I want to taste you in my mouth. Do you want me to do that?"

He took a deep breath, "You bet I do, but I want to make love to you, you know, so don't make me cum in your mouth. I haven't finished with you yet!"

Now there was a thought, I suppose I knew really, that he would want to make love to me properly today so I just relaxed in his arms and closed my eyes happy in the safe haven of his body. After a little while, during which I must have, sort of, dozed off, he began to kiss me again and whispering my name softly in my ear. I became aware of him and love welled up inside me. This caused another bout of soft crying, not from pain or fear, but from love. Love for him and for Lena, who had let me know him like this.

I rolled sideways to meet him, now becoming more assertive in the lovemaking having recovered from the pleasure of my intense orgasm. I pushed him on his back, "Lay back, let me love you," I said to him forcefully, "I want to kiss you all over." 

He offered no resistance, just lay there looking up at me with a smile on his face as I began to kiss his lips, his face and his neck. Then to his earlobes, very sensitive Lena had told me. This caused movement, he grabbed me tightly to him, "Oh my God, Jo, you are tremendous."

I pulled away, "I know," I said and started to kiss his chest, pulling the hair gently with my teeth, before beginning to lick his nipples. Whilst doing this my hand reached down for his penis, his cock, his prick. I was going to examine this pole of joy before he entered me again. My hand found his erection and encircled it drawing a gasp of pleasure from Mike. No delay now. My head moved down to his waist and my hands removed his pants leaving him naked. I looked at his pole, sticking up with my hand around it.

I knew he was circumcised, Lena had told me, although I hadn't noticed on Sunday, I had other things on my mind! It was lovely, with clean lines, sticking upright, erect and proud. I measured it with my hands, smaller than Lena's so I noticed a much larger 'mouthful' than she did! I concentrated my whole being on his manhood, examining every inch with my eyes, determined to remember it when he entered me. All the while I was slowly masturbating him, causing sharp intakes of breath every now and again. I removed one hand and caressed his balls, tight now with desire for me. Now was the time. I moved over his penis and took the head into my mouth. Oh, the taste of HIM in my mouth. Pre-cum had leaked from his tiny hole and my hand had coated his erection with it so I could taste it immediately. I gently sucked, mindful of Lena's advice about not making him cum, and trying to judge his feelings. 

I can't swallow a penis like Lena. I've never been able to stop gagging when it reaches the back of my mouth so I've always tried to use my tongue to give pleasure. I like sucking an erect penis as much as she does, it gives you a feeling of power to be able to control a man like this. So, with him in my mouth, I began to use my tongue on the head, swirling around and occasionally prodding the tiny hole, tasting his pre-cum.

"Oh shit, Jo," he said, "you're going to have to be careful or you'll get a mouthful." He was pushing himself into my mouth, his hips lifting from the bed as he did so. I was enjoying myself and I nearly missed the fact that he went completely still. Thankfully, just at that moment I took him out of my mouth so he was able to control himself. Deep down I would have been happy to take his offering in my mouth, I have done often enough since then, but he wanted to have me. I suspected he'd arranged this with Lena, she is always thoughtful like that.

He reached down for me, "Come here you beautiful creature," he said and he hugged me close to him. "Are you ready, do you want me now?" he whispered in my ear.

"Mmm," was my only response.

He opened my legs, knelt between and bent my knees before taking his weight on one arm and holding his erection at the entrance to my soaking pussy. He stroked up and down along the lips, occasionally meeting my clit, enormous now in expectation of being stimulated by this lovely tower of flesh. Then entry, forcing apart, oh so gently, the lips of my vagina and pushing the head inside. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the feeling of it, the excitement, and the joy. Slowly he pushed further in, then out, then in. I remembered the look of his penis, the size, the shape. It seemed to be ages before he was fully inside me. There is no doubt he is large, but not too large. It was a joy, he was fully inside me, his hips thrusting against mine, slowly and deeply. I had left, figuratively speaking, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated by this lovely man who did it with such love and such style. It wasn't long before my orgasm was on it's way and I opened my eyes to gaze into his just at the moment that he started to cum. I could feel the spasms of his cock as he shot his man juice into me and, at that moment and just like Lena, I wished he did have sperm to impregnate me. Don't ask me why, I suppose, because at that moment, I loved him you see. My orgasm hit as I felt his arrive. I squeezed my vaginal muscles to milk him, to take as much as I could from his body into mine. The pleasure was intense, rippling out from my clit and washing over my body. Then I think I must have passed out then, not uncommon when I have such powerful orgasms as this, because the next thing I remember is him softly calling my name.

"Joanna, Joanna, come back sweetheart, everything's all right." I awoke and realised he was now by my side. I opened my eyes to look into his, "You frighten me you know, when you do that," he said with so much love, "I worry I may have hurt you."

"Oh no," I said breathlessly, "I don't think you could ever hurt me. I think I love you," I added pulling him to me and starting to cry again. He held me so tightly. I felt so safe, so loved, so needed, and so lucky!

We lay like this for a while then he pulled away. "Jo, it's nearly time to go and get Lena, do you want to come too?"

"Mmm," I said, "let's get dressed, I'll only be a minute."

So we both got dressed and went downstairs, the end of a wonderful day.

I'm going to hand back to Lena now because it's really her story. 

A little bit soppy I know but it is a fantasy after all!! Please take the time to vote if you enjoyed this – well even if you didn't. Polite comments are always welcome – please!!!

To be continued: 



Caroline Ch. 06.02



(Hi, 

Some more Caroline prompted by a couple of kind feedbacks after 'Anna'. Please, please, please, feedback. I can only tell whether you want more if you tell me!

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! More about Silvio's family – the reasons will become obvious in later episodes.)  

Interlude and about Silvio's Family.

(No sex)

They were both in the car to pick me up and, from the look of Jo, she had been well and truly shagged today. Mike had that silly grin on his face so I knew he had done as I asked and treated her like a princess.

I got in the car with Jo and said to her, "Well, how did it go?"

She smiled at me, gave me a little kiss, and said, "I'll tell you all about it while we shower before dinner. Mike's going to get it ready when we get in. I'm afraid we didn't have time to start it before coming to pick you up," she added with a big grin.

Before we pulled away I tapped Mike on the shoulder and said archly, "And what have you been up to today?"

He gave a great big guffaw and said simply, "Jo!".

I turned and looked at her closely. She looked, well, self satisfied and she looked calmer and happier than I had seen her for ages but she did seem nervous. "Was it good?"

"Oh Lena, like nothing ever before. God we're lucky to have this man." Then suddenly concerned, "I'm sorry Lena, is it all right. I haven't upset you or anything have I? I couldn't help myself you see. I had to have him. Please don't hate me!"

She was nearly in tears so I took her in my arms and held her tight. "Don't be so silly. Of course I'm not upset and I love you. How could I be upset when I told him to look after you and I told you to seduce him. My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it. Now stop crying and let's get home. You can tell me all about it while we have a bath together. What's for dinner Mike?"

"Well," he said smiling at both of us, "I thought a bit of steak would go down well so I'll cook that with a pizziaola sauce. Is that OK?"

"Mmm, sounds good. I could do with some red meat inside me," I added smiling archly at him.

He laughed, "Well, unless you want to get very messy, you'll have to wait until next week."

Jo and I both looked down our noses at him, pretending to be annoyed, "You are disgusting," I said, "but I love you so it doesn't matter does it Jo?"

"No, I love you too so it's all right."

Off he drove still grinning. We arrived home and he patted our bottoms upstairs saying, "Go on you two, have your bath and your chat. Remember Jo, tell her everything otherwise I'll get a telling off tonight."

I laughed, "Come on Jo, let's leave him to cook," and off we went to the bathroom where we ran the bath and undressed together. Sitting there lovely and comfy, the water bubbling around us, we both relaxed completely.

"Well," I said smiling, "tell all."

"Oh Lena, he was marvellous and I felt OK. I didn't need to feel hurt or to hurt him. It was so good, like nothing before. Even better than Sunday morning. He didn't take me there you know."

"I didn't think he would, but now tell me exactly what happened. I can't wait to hear."

She told me about the morning and how she'd made lunch and then, afterwards, had asked him to make love to her. Then, "Oh Lena, I couldn't believe it. You know when he made love to you with the sonnet. Well he did the same to me. He used the bit from Faustus, you know, about Helen, but he used my name. Oh, and I must tell you that the last line should be:

And none but Helen shalt be my paramour

He changed it to:

And none but Lena (and thou) shalt be my paramours

Isn't that lovely?"

"Yes, he's very thoughtful like that. He wouldn't forget me. That's why I'm not jealous you see. I know that he thinks of me all the time. Does it bother you that he does?"

"Oh no. I know he doesn't love me in the same way he loves you but I know that he does love me in his own way. I certainly love him."

"OK up to now, come on what about the rest?" She went to tell me all about the afternoon, how she cried and how he made her feel.

"Oh Lena, he is so wonderful. You know I didn't really believe you when you used to tell me about him. I thought you might be exaggerating, you know, because you were so fond of him, but it's all true isn't it? He makes you feel like a princess, special, the only thing in the world at that moment. I kept on crying not because I was sad but because I was so happy. Oh the sex was great but it is more than that isn't it. He carried me through getting over Steve. That's all in the past now, nothing about it matters any more, just the future with you and Mike, and your baby," she added smiling at me.

"It's funny," she carried on, "all those years when you used to tell me everything, like I was your mum or your sister, and now I'm doing the same to you. Oh I do love you, you know, you and him."

"I know," I said holding her, "and I'm so pleased that Steve is behind you now. That was the only thing that worried me, that you wouldn't be able to get rid of those horrible feelings and forget that nasty bastard."

"Well I'm all right now and I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Will he take me there, do you think?" she asked coyly.

"Joanna," I laughed, "you are a vamp! If you want him to he will, I'm sure. He wants that badly, I know. He was like that with me the first time. It's tremendously exciting for him, taking a woman there, and you will be virginal to him won't you."

"What do you mean, I've done it there before, you know, with Steve?"

"Yes, I know, but not with Mike. That's how he will see it. Not quite as exciting as with me because I was a virgin there but he will still be very worked up. You'll have to convince him that you want it though. He won't do it unless he knows that, and that it will give you pleasure. Because he knows you've done it before, he'll know that you know what it feels like. And he knows that Steve hurt you there, and, especially after Sunday, he'll be very worried about hurting you."

"How can I tell him I want it. Lena, it will hurt a bit, I know, because he's bigger than anything I've had there, but it always hurts a bit at the start doesn't it. I don't mind that, not that I look forward to the pain any more but I know that if I want to give him that there might be some hurt. It hurt you at first didn't it."

"Yes, it did. Although I enjoyed that first time and wanted it again it wasn't until the 4th or 5th time that I really enjoyed it without any discomfort at all. I suppose it takes a few times for your bottom to get used to the feeling of being invaded by 8½ inches of cock," I laughed, "it is nice though!"

She laughed. "What shall I say to him?"

"Look, Jo, I'll be there if you want me to. I'd love to watch him do that to you. This time I'll be in control because of my period so I'll be there for you both. Just tell him you want it, just like you've just told me. I'll speak to him during the week so he'll know you mean it. Oh, Jo, once you get over the initial soreness it's wonderful, so full, and the orgasms are tremendous."

She laughed, "Well," she said, "The orgasms today were tremendous. If they get any better I'll probably pass out for hours rather than minutes."

"Come on," I said, "let's get dressed, dinner must be ready by now."

So downstairs we went to dinner, as usual he had taken great care to make it nice for us. As we sat down he said laughing, "Right, have you ladies finished discussing me and my performance today."

"Yes," I said laughing back at him, "Jo gives you 11 out of 10 and would like a rematch this Saturday night when she is going to for a 12."

He looked at Jo and smiled softly at her, now slightly embarrassed it seemed, and said, "I think we could go for a 13 you know, what do you say Jo?"

She smiled shyly at him, "Mmm," and blushed which, as always, made her looked even more adorable.

We both cuddled her and kissed then began our meal. We spent the rest of the evening talking about the future, Italy, and the house. Bedtime came all to soon and Mike suggested that we all use the big bed again. I think he was still unsure about Jo being on her own. She readily agreed. I think she just wanted to hold him a bit more!

Thursday and Friday passed quickly, mostly taken up with Mike and Jo getting our things from the flat and sorting out furniture and things. Sarah took me out for a lovely meal on Friday afternoon and got me slightly tipsy. She did admit, however, that she thought I was a very lucky woman as he was a man in a million. She regretted letting him slip away. As I suspected they had had a thing a long while ago, before he was married I think, but I'm not sure. Even when he was young, she said, he was considerate and kind, and a lover far better than anyone else his age.

When Mike picked me up she got all maudlin and kissed him and everything, again offering to 'break him in' over the weekend. He gently rebuffed her advances, giving her a big kiss, before he ushered me into the car and drove home. God I was horny then, if I hadn't had my period I'd have dragged him up to bed straight away. I was just going to have to wait until next week!

He had to go out on Saturday morning to make some arrangements for the house while we were away and he was going to see Silvio. We'd discussed whether to tell Silvio about our plans for Jo and Guy but, in the end, decided it was better if things just took their course. All Mike was going to suggest was that they sat next to each other at the meal. Myself, I thought Silvio was cute enough to realise what was going on but never mind. The good thing about all this was that it left Jo and I on our own for almost the whole day. We went out shopping in the morning to get dresses for Sunday and some food. Then we did the housework. In the afternoon all we did was talk about tonight which Jo would spend with Mike and me, then about the party tomorrow. Obviously I wouldn't take much part tonight, Jo was the star of the show.

"Jo," I said as we were sitting in the lounge after a light lunch, "you don't mind about tonight do you? I sort of forced you into it didn't I?"

She laughed, "No, I don't mind. Why do you ask?"

"Well, with Mike and I, because of how we started I suppose, sex has always been 'planned'. I mean, we knew when we would have sex. It wasn't spontaneous, well only on a couple of occasions. I should have made sure you were happy with that."

"Oh don't worry," she said smiling, "it was like that with Steve. I suppose it's a consequence of how you meet somebody. Anyway, with Mike I'm enjoying looking forward to it. All the getting ready, what to wear, make-up, all those things add to the excitement, the anticipation. Is it like that for you?"

"Oh, yes. It is. It makes the actual sex even more exciting. But I must admit I do like to do it without expecting it sometimes. Remember that night he stayed a couple of weeks ago and we woke you up."

She laughed, "Yes, even when you're quiet you're noisy, but I didn't mind, really. You know that don't you?"

"Mmm," I said, "but I was going to say that we made love then in the spur of the moment and it was wonderful. But you are OK with tonight aren't you?"

"Yes," she said definitely, "don't worry Lena. I'm really looking forward to it. What should I wear?"

"Well, we'll both be getting ready for him in the en-suite so why don't you wear the blue basque?" I said, "You look absolutely adorable in that. At least to meet him with."

"I couldn't could I? I remember you telling me the effect it had on him when you wore yours. I'm not sure I could cope with that!"

"No perhaps not," I said remembering with pleasure how he had taken my bottom, pressed out, as I stood hands against the mirrors and legs apart. "That would probably not be good introduction to your first anal experience with him. Still," I said pensively, "I don't think that he is that uncontrolled. Honestly, I don't think he'd take you there. The first time with your bottom will be gentle, kind, and as enjoyable as he can make it. You see he's crafty really isn't he?" I said smiling at her.

"Why?" she said.

"Well, if you don't enjoy the first time he has your bottom then you won't want to do it again, at least not as often as if you do. Don't you see. It's in his interest to make sure you enjoy your first time with him. That's where he's so different from Steve. He wouldn't make you have anal sex with him if you didn't enjoy it. So, on the whole and if you want to, it would be nice to wear that for him. He would certainly appreciate it, I know I will and I'm only watching."

"Won't you do anything?"

"Oh, I might help him now and again but you know I don't like him inside me down there during my period. I might suck him at the start if you don't mind, but most of the time I'll just watch and enjoy. Do you mind me watching."

"No, not really. It'll be quite exciting knowing you're watching everything we do. Anyway he'll need someone to talk to when I pass out," she said laughing. "If it's anything like Wednesday I'm going to need time to recover."

"So," I said, "will you wear the basque for him?"

"Yes, tonight I will. Will he only cum once tonight?"

"Only once yes, but you might get him again in the morning," I said laughing, "if you're really lucky he'll wake up with a terrific hard on. You must take advantage of that, he gets about an inch bigger I'm sure."

She looked shocked, "An inch? What long or round?"

"Both I think. He calls it 'piss proud'. It's a reaction to wanting to go to the loo, it's not sexual at all but I'll tell you something, it's fantastic. He lasts for ages, he might not even cum, and you can do anything you want. If he's like that in the morning you'll have a really good time."

She looked shy, "Oh Lena, I couldn't do that. I'll be too embarrassed."

"No you won't, I'll make sure of that because I'll take the chance to suck him for ages then you must take advantage," I ended laughing, "you might not get another chance!"

She laughed, "Lena, you're awful." Then she became more serious, "Tell me about Silvio and his family. I don't know much about them. Have you told them about me?"

"Well," I said, "yes and no. I've told them how I live with a lovely lady who is like a sister to me," she smiled, "and that you are very beautiful, and that we've know each other for a long time, and that you are a nurse. I haven't told them that we are lovers, that you and Mike are as well, or that you live with us now. I suspect Mike has told Silvio that you and he are together and that you live here now. That's probably what he's doing today. Why?"

"Well," she said, "they know about me but I don't know anything about them. Come on tell me all about them."

"OK. You now about Maria, all about Maria, I've told you everything haven't I. I actually think she's guessed that we are lovers but I don't think she would have told anyone. She's a very private lady, what with all her sadness. I think you'll like her. We'll probably see a lot of her when we get back from Italy.

"Silvio is a lovely man. He's a lot older than Mike, taller and more well built. I don't wonder that he hurt Mike when he told them about Maria but he really is a very kind and tender man. He flirts outrageously with me and regularly pinches my bottom," I laughed, "I don't mind, in fact I encourage him, I flirt with him outrageously as well. He's full of fun and always seems to be smiling. Be careful of him because he will almost certainly pinch your bottom as well." I laughed, "It's almost his way of saying hello."

"What about his wife, doesn't she mind?"

"Oh, I don't think so. She's a lot younger than him. Mike said she was only 17 when she had Bernardo. It was a sort of arranged marriage. She came over from Italy to marry him. Luckily they have been very happy. She actually rules him with a rod of iron. She a tiny little thing and so lovely. She always 'mums' me when I go there. I suppose being over twenty years younger than her husband she understands how I feel about Mike. She'll probably 'mum' you as well. You'll like them both, I'm sure."

"What about the boys. I've heard you talk about them, are they really that bad?"

"I don't know about 'bad'. They are very forward. The first time I met them they wouldn't leave me alone, 'bees round a honey pot' Mike said. One of them touched me up, put his hand on my bottom but Mike spoke to him quite severely and nothing like that has happened since. I just think they like to be around an attractive young woman practising their chat up techniques. I give them a kiss now and then to keep them interested. It's quite flattering really."

"Isn't Mike jealous?"

"No. I thought he would be, but he isn't. I think he was worried when I first met them because they were young men, you know, more my age and he was concerned that I might find them attractive. Well, to be honest, all three are quite good looking, but as I said to him, I have a man now and I'm not interested in boys any more. You only have two to worry about now anyway, the youngest Michelle and David. They're 17 and 16 and not too difficult to deal with. Pietro, the next one has got himself a new girlfriend who'll probably be there tomorrow so we don't have to worry about him. The last time I saw him he was besotted. It was quite funny really."

"Isn't there one you've missed out?"

Yes there was and I'd done it on purpose. I wanted her to be thinking of him apart from all the others. Our plan didn't need too much help but I wanted to make her curious about him.

"Yes, that's Guy. He's 24 and he is the most handsome man. Tall, taller than Mike, slim but not too slim, he's very attractive. Well, I fancy him anyway."

"Lena, you're terrible," she laughed.

"Oh, I don't mean really, but he is so fanciable. I wouldn't ever try anything with him, although I do tease him unmercifully. He is very, very shy and he doesn't do very well with girls. He's been at university for the last 4 years, totally immersed in his work there. Mike tells me he's quite brilliant, one of the cleverest scholars they had at Cambridge for years. He doesn't have much time for girls I think but that might be his shyness and inexperience," I leaned close to her conspiratorially, "Mike thinks he's only been with a couple of girls on one night stands, so he's virtually a virgin," I ended laughing. "You'll like him to. He's very sweet." There, that should set her wondering!

"Mmm," she said, "I'm looking forward to meeting him, he sounds nice."

Just then the front door opened and Mike arrived home, "Hi everyone," he said as he walked into the lounge.

"Hi," we both said as he bent to kiss us both on the cheek.

"What have you two been up to today?" he asked smiling.

"Well," I said, "this morning we did the shopping and we bought our dresses for tomorrow. Then we did the housework and then we chatted. What did you do?"

"I sorted some things out about the house then I saw Silvio," he said, "and told him and Gianna about Jo. I thought that the family ought to know . Is that all right Jo?"

"Off course, I don't mind who knows. Perhaps it will keep the boys from being too forward," she laughed.

"I doubt it," he said laughing with her, "when they see a beautiful creature like you they won't be able to stop themselves."

"Thank you kind sir," she said standing up and pecking his cheek, "I'm going to start dinner now you're in. See you in a bit."

I was a bit worried now. If all of Silvio's family knew about Jo and Mike there was no doubt that Guy would certainly not make a pass at her or react to her if she fancied him. Not if he knew she was with Mike.




Caroline Ch. 06.02



"Mike," I said pensively, "was it a good idea to tell Silvio about Jo. Now he knows Guy will know as well won't he?"

"I don't think that's too much of a problem," he said. "Guy won't respond to her too much now and that will make him even more attractive won't it. If she does fall for him as we hope we don't really want anything to happen before Italy do we? Anyway I've figured a really good way to get him up to the villa on Maggiore. He's going to be my best man!"

"Oh that's good but I though Silvio was going to do it."

"Well, he was but he thought that Guy would be better because he's younger and we are so close. Now we'll be able to get him up to the villa with no problem. But not a word to Jo yet OK. We'll let it slip just before we leave next week."

"You really are crafty. Did you say anything to Guy about Jo?"

"Not much, just that she was the same age as him and quite exquisite. I think I've got him interested. It might be useful if you took the opportunity to tease him a little. That will probably get Jo feeling sorry for him."

I laughed, "Even craftier. I'm looking forward to tomorrow," I said then more seriously, "Mike?"

"Mmm," he said, "what is it precious?"

"I don't want to give too much away but Jo is going to wear something very special tonight." He smiled. "I know you want her bottom and she wants you to take her there but you won't get carried away will you?"

He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Oh, you might get quite excited when you first see her, don't take her there straight away will you. This is sounding very good is it?" I ended lamely.

"I know what you mean and, no, I won't. I'll be as careful with her as I was with you the first time. Is that OK?"

"Mmm, fine. I'm going to help Jo, see you in a minute," and I left him to watch the news.

A bit later he came into the kitchen, "Can I help you two," he said.

"No," we both shouted. "Its our turn tonight, you go and watch TV while we finish up."

"I was hoping to see your dresses for tomorrow," he said with a sly smile, "to give me an appetite," he added looking at Jo.

She of course blushed, which made her look even lovelier and I said laughing, "Shall we Jo, is he being good enough. What do you think?"

"I think we can let him have a little peek," then she added archly, "as long as he promises to be a good boy tonight," and looked at him in that very sexy way of hers.

He laughed and let his tongue hang out like a little dog and we all laughed. "Give us five minutes then you can have a look but we're not going to wear them this evening, they're for tomorrow, OK?"

He nodded and we went upstairs and quickly changed into the dresses. Now mine was exquisite. A light pink evening gown with a strap around my neck leading to two narrow bands of fabric sweeping downwards over my boobs then right down to the floor. The bodice, the area between my boobs and around the back, was flesh covered with a small white cloth piece across my chest. God it was lovely. Jo had chosen it for me. She had said I was the star of the evening and it looked lovely and I must admit, I felt gorgeous in it.

Jo's dress was much tighter and clung to her body completely covering her above the waist. Tight at the waist and flaring over her hips, the long skirt had a split up the side right up to her thigh. It was a bit 'chinesy' in style and it made her look fabulous especially as it was a soft blue, a colour that suited her so well. Both dresses were expensive but worth every penny, although had I known the effect they would have on Mike, specially mine, we probably wouldn't have bought them.

Anyway, we went into the main bedroom and called downstairs for him to come up. Both standing in front of the mirrors, we looked wonderful. As he entered and saw us he stood stock still, frozen in his tracks.

"Oh my God," he said, "you look absolutely adorable." The look on his face was funny. His eyes were wide open taking in the both of us but his face seemed to show something close to despair. "So beautiful," he whispered almost to himself then he left the room and went back downstairs without saying anything.

I looked at Jo, "What happened?"

"Get changed quickly and go down to him," she said, "he's upset."

"Why?" I asked her.

"I don't know. Go to him now, Lena. I think he needs you."

Throwing the dress to Jo and slipping on a dressing gown, I rushed downstairs to find him sitting in the lounge with his head in his hands. I knelt in front of him and lifted his head, "What is it sweetheart."

He looked at me, eyes full of despair, "So beautiful," he said again, "Oh Lena you're so lovely, you and Jo. You look like goddesses striding out of a Greek myth." Then he held me so tightly and continued to whisper, "So beautiful, beautiful."

"Oh Mike, please tell me what's wrong, please," I said pulling away from him.

He looked at me with pain in his eyes, "Oh Lena, its just that you are so lovely, you and Jo. Me, I'm old. I've had most of my life. You have yours' to live. I've got so little time with you, so little to offer you. Oh God, you're so beautiful."

My heart filled with love for him. He was obviously feeling bad at this moment. I knew he'd felt like this before, long ago when we first starting to go out together but I thought he'd put it behind him. I suppose that, seeing the two of us looking like that had really brought it home to him. In our own ways we both had worries about the future.

"Look," I said holding him tightly, "I know all that and we can't change it can we. I'm 21 and you're 56. That's not going to alter. I love you, you must understand that, love you more than anything. I can't imagine loving anybody the way I love you so it doesn't matter does it?"

He pulled back and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, trying to make every word count, "You told us about Rodolpho didn't you, on Wednesday. You said that it was sad that Mimi died but you said that at least she died having known love, true love. Known that she loved someone more than anything and that someone loved her the same way. You said that Rodolpho may have lost her but her memory would always remain. I don't know who said it but someone did, 'its better to have loved and lost than never loved at all'. It is isn't it, surely you see that." 

I began to cry, "I love you so much. I can't stand to see you like this. I'll take the dress back. We won't wear pretty things, please Mike, you must know that it doesn't matter. I want to look nice for you, I want you to love me, to make love to me for ever but I know that can't happen. I just want what we have, day to day, to love you and for you to love me. Don't you understand?"

"Oh my darling," he said as he held me and looked deep into my eyes. "You can't ever stop looking beautiful and I don't ever want you to. I love you," he smiled, "like Rodolpho I suppose, certainly like his music. I'm sorry," he held me, "I shouldn't behave like this but sometimes, sometimes, I feel so sad that I don't have that much time, just the rest of my life. Its so cruel isn't it, but I do love you and I'm glad I love you." He seemed to take hold of himself, to face up to things as they were. He is a realist, its just that, sometimes, things seem so unfair don't they? He smiled, thankfully now back to his old self, "Am I forgiven. I don't like upsetting you, you know that. Do you forgive me?"

I kissed him, "I forgive you everything," I said, "I love you."

"Can I have another look?" he said, "I promise that this won't happen again."

I nodded, "Oh course, 5 minutes please. I've got to fix my face."

He smiled, "No you don't, you know you're gorgeous. I love your face," then he went sad again, "especially when you've been crying for me."

I bent and kissed him, then went upstairs. Jo was waiting.

"Put you dress back on," I said, "and give me mine. He's coming back up."

"What was the matter?"

"Oh Jo, he thought we were too beautiful for him. He feels old and worthless. That the can't offer me, us, much time but I think he's all right now. I told him what he told us in the week, you know, about the opera."

"He is silly," she said, "doesn't he know we love him?"

"Oh yes, he knows that but he doesn't feel he deserves it somehow. Doesn't feel he's got enough time to return it properly."

"That's silly. We must make sure he understands that."

I smiled, "Well, you can tonight can't you. Will you give him everything?"

She looked at me and smiled back, "Yes," she said, "everything!"

He knocked on the door.

"Just a minute," I said, "I've got to put my face on."

"I love your face," he said as he opened the door. "God, what beauty," he said breathlessly. "You know there are men at this party tomorrow, don't you?" he asked laughing. "Those boys will be absolutely smitten and I certainly won't vouch for Silvio when he sees you two. Prepare for pinched bottoms won't you." We all laughed. 

Then Jo, after a look at me, sidled over to him, "I hope you're going to do more than pinch my bottom tonight," she said glancing up at him coquettishly.

He looked at me and I smiled, "Oh shit, yes," he said, "I'll do anything you want me to," as he bent to kiss her. Then he turned to me, "You both look absolutely gorgeous in those dresses," then, "mind, you both look absolutely gorgeous without dresses," he added lecherously.

We both laughed, hugged him and gave him a kiss. "Now, out you. We have to get changed to finish dinner," I said. Then archly, "You can look at Jo without her dress later, can't he Jo?"

This made her blush as she coyly nodded, 'yes' then, "Come on, out," and she bustled him out of the door.

We changed out of our 'party' dresses and both went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Mike watched the sports roundup and then we all sat down for our meal, a long, drawn out affair as usual, with a bottle of wine. Although Mike didn't drink very much, he was 'performing' later, I certainly had a glass or two and so did Jo.

After clearing up we sat, as usual, in the lounge finishing the wine and listening to some music, my choice tonight so pretty middle of the road. We sat each side of him, me with my head on his lap and Jo, again as usual, snuggled up close to him. About 9 o'clock I got up to change the CD and Jo looked at me and mouthed 'now'. I smiled, switched the player off and said to him, "Time for bed."

He raised his eyebrows, "It's only 9 o'clock," he said.

"Yes," Jo said, "but I want to go to bed," then, adding archly, "do you?"

He put his arms around her, "Oh yes," he said kissing her, "but I'm not in the least bit tired."

"Neither am I," she said kissing him back, "but then we're not going to sleep are we? Give us half and hour then I want you," she said brazenly.

He kissed her again, "Its going to be a long half hour," he said smiling, "but I'm sure the wait will be worth it."

"It will," she smiled as she and I left the room.

Upstairs we went to the en-suite to get ready. "You've said I should wear the basque Lena, are you sure after this afternoon and what will you wear?"

"Yes, you should wear that. You look absolutely stunning in it and he will be mad for you but he won't take your bottom like that, I know. You must wear it Jo, we bought it for him didn't we?"

"Yes, you did," she laughed, "I didn't know anything about it at the time did I. OK, I'll wear it. Actually, I'm quite looking forward to wearing it for him. Not sure what his reaction will be though. What are you going to wear?"

"Those pantaloons he bought us to go with the housecoats. I'll wear some knickers as well. I'm really heavy at the moment and I don't want to let that get in the way. I'm looking forward to seeing him put it in your bottom," I added, "will you?"

"Yes," she said, "I really want him there tonight. It'll hurt, I know, he's big, but I want him there. Not for the hurt," she reassured me, "but I want to surrender to him, oh you know, give him every part of me."

"I know. I felt like that the first time. He spent so much time making me feel good that I longed for him to take that virginity. Oh it does hurt but the hurt seems to get better after a while. I know you won't regret it," I chuckled, "I can't wait to see it, see his cock going into that lovely bottom of yours, and the look on his face as he does it."

"Lena you are a very sexy lady. Come on let's get showered and you can give me the enema. I need to be empty there if I'm going to take every inch of him there tonight. Will you suck him?"

"Mmm, you bet. Knowing you, you'll need a rest after he sees you in the basque so I'll keep him interested," I laughed.

"Don't you dare let him cum," she said laughing back, "that's for me!"

I laughed, "No I won't. He won't want to either. He wants your bottom you know, very, very much."

"I know, I'm a bit apprehensive but, on the other hand, I'm looking forward to feeling him there."

"You'll love every inch," I said smiling at her, "come on let's get ready."

Please, please tell me what you think. I don't mind criticism provided it's polite.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 06.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! We return to Jo's story again.) 

Jo wears the basque and she gives him her final virginity!

Well these were certainly a few days that will rank among the best and most important in my life. Anyway, Lena wants me write about Saturday night first. I was a bit apprehensive about the basque. I felt really sexy in it and Lena had made love to me on several occasions while I wore it but I knew how Mike had reacted when Lena wore hers. I didn't think I could cope with him doing to me what he did to her, although I know she absolutely loved it. Perhaps after he had had me there a few times I would enjoy it but not yet. Lena was certain, however, that he wouldn't do that and I tended to agree with her. Although he seemed to be letting himself go I always felt that Mike was in control of himself. Of course I hadn't seen them together on that fateful Sunday, only seen the results, but I still felt safe when I was with him. He wouldn't hurt me intentionally or do something I didn't want him to do no matter how much he wanted to do it. So, in the end, I decided to wear it and, boy, then did I feel like sex that night. My whole body was singing in anticipation. I was sure my orgasms would be out of this world.

We got ourselves ready, showering and powdering and perfuming. Not much makeup and no jewellery. I really enjoyed Lena giving me the enema. All the time she kept on talking about how his cock felt inside her bottom, how she could feel every bump and vein and how, when he came, she could feel it pulsing. She was really enjoying herself and she was getting me to a high pitch.

"Lena," I said laughing after a while and as she inserted the tube for the second time, "if you go on like this I don't think I'll be able to do anything I'll be shagged out by you!"

She laughed and kissed me, "Oh, I'm so excited," she said, "and it's not even me that's going to get buggered is it?"

This made me laugh out loud, "Oh Lena, I do love you," then more seriously, "will you be near when he does it because it will hurt and I'll need you."

She was serious now, "Of course I'll be there. I'll hold you tightly and help all I can but you mustn't be frightened you know. It will hurt at first but I bet you'll like it after a while."

"I hope so. I so much want to enjoy it so that I can do it again for him. After all we have to give your bottom a rest don't we," I added laughing and patting her there.

As we prepared to go out into the bedroom I had this wonderful feeling of anticipation. Oh, I'd made love with him twice now, Sunday with Lena and Wednesday on my own. This was somehow different. Lena was there, watching, helping and I was going to do something that was important for two reasons. I'd only ever done it with Steve. I was virgin when he first took me and it hurt, hurt a lot and, although I didn't mind it afterwards I never rally enjoyed it, never had an orgasm that way and he was never gentle. It was never him making love to me, it was him using me. He never came there, always cumming over my face. He wouldn't even let me suck him he always wanted to see it on my face, in my eyes and hair so I didn't ever feel that he was doing it for me, only for him. Then there was the last time.

I told Lena that he hurt me then, front and back. He didn't use anything, protection, lubrication, or anything. He just threw me on my face, held me down, and pushed into me and, although he isn't very big, he was as hard as a rock. He really got off on that film. I wasn't ready and it hurt like hell. I cried and screamed at him to stop but he just laughed and kept on. I hadn't got myself ready there either so, you know, it was difficult. Anyway he got right inside me despite that and my hurt and pain, and he buggered me really hard, enough to draw blood. He seemed to pound into me for ages and the pain didn't go away. Then, before he came, he made me suck him with everything on his penis. He held my head on himself and fucked my face. Then he held himself deep in my mouth making me choke before he came all over my face. It was horrible, the taste, the feel of him in my mouth after my bottom. The whole episode was horrid, as you can imagine, and I couldn't even think about sex there until Lena started to use the dildo we bought. 

Slowly, as she made love to me gently and caringly, I came to enjoy it. Enjoy it, I suppose, as I should have done with Steve, but he never worried about whether I enjoyed it did he. So this evening was important for that reason. It would let me put Steve finally behind me.

The other reason was for him, for Mike. Giving him my bottom sort of rewarded him. Oh, I know that doesn't sound right but he had become such an important part of my life now. He had re-established my faith in men, made me feel feminine again and not some sort of sex object. The party, the days afterwards, Sunday and everything that had happened since then had, sort of, given me a new feeling about myself. Confident, assured, and sexy. So I was really looking forward, although with some apprehension, to what he was going to do tonight.

All this was going through my mind as I got dressed. Pulling the blue stockings on made me feel even sexier. The feel of the silk against my skin was wonderful. Lena was helping, stroking and kissing me. This resulted in me being at fever pitch by the time I was fully dressed in the basque.

"God you look gorgeous," she said looking at me with pure lust in her eyes, "I wish I was taking a full part in this evenings pleasures."

I laughed, "You've had it before," I said, "it's his turn now. Come on, go out and see if he's ready."

I really couldn't wait any longer. My lovely blue knickers were, even now, getting wet as I became so wound up in anticipation. She opened the door and went into the bedroom. I heard him say, "Lena, you look lovely," and a silence which I guessed was a kiss.

"That was just the hors d'oeuvres," she said, "here's the main course. Come on out Jo, let him see you."

I walked into the bedroom, a bit tottery oh the bedroom slippers, but feeling like a million dollars. I stood in front of the mirrors and raised my arms above my head to pose for him.

"Jesus Christ," he said, "God you look lovely."

Then I turned slowly around so that he could see all of me. I could feel his eyes burning into me, his lust almost palpable. When I'd turned all the way round he was there in front of me and then holding me tightly as his lips found mine. I was taller in the slippers, nearer his height, so I didn't have to reach up so much to kiss him. Then his arms around me and his whisperings in my ear, "Beautiful, gorgeous, lovely." His hands were everywhere on my back, my shoulders right down to my bottom, uncovered because the back of the knickers was just a narrow string now in between my bottom cheeks.

I sort of melted in his arms enjoying the pleasure of being held by him, and of his desire soon to be satisfied. He pulled away from me and said gruffly in a voice full of lust, "Turn, Jo, face the mirrors." Apprehension filled me and it must have shown on my face because he bent and whispered, calmer now, "No," he whispered softly, "not there. Don't be afraid now. I love you, you know that don't you and I would never hurt you. Trust me."

I did, so I turned and faced the mirror. He held me close to him and I could feel his penis pressing into my bottom cheeks. I wiggled and it settled in the valley in between, the length pressing against my anus through the two pieces of clothing. It felt heavenly. He moved slowly, rubbing himself across my bottom hole, pushing the material of my knickers into the crack. My anus was so, so, hot, sensitive. I could feel it pulsing wanting him there.

After a while of enjoying this feeling, he gently eased me backwards and then said, "Lean forward, take your weight on your hands." This was the same as he'd done with Lena and I looked sideways to see her sitting on the bed watching, wide-eyed, as he positioned me. She smiled and nodded, blowing a kiss to me. I leaned forward so that my back was at 45 degrees and my bottom thrust out behind me. I could see him in the mirror. His eyes travelled up and down my body, stopping now and again to take in the sight of my bottom 'presented' to him. I guessed that he longed to bugger me then and, in truth although it would hurt a lot in this position, I wouldn't really have minded. But I knew that he wouldn't do it now so I pushed my bottom out even more longing for him to use his tongue on my pussy and bottom hole.

He knelt behind me, his face level with my bottom, and removed my knickers. Now he gently prised my legs apart, finally about 18 inches, leaving me totally exposed. The high heels of the bedroom slippers forced my bottom right out. He told us later that this was the position that young girls in Victorian times had to take to be 'disciplined. He called it 'presenting'. 

I certainly felt 'presented'. He could see everything now and my level of tension was high. Lena had come to stand beside me and stroked my hair and my back. Then his tongue. It was like an electric shock passing across my pussy, my sex. He parted the lips and began to lick inside, up and down, up and down. Then across my perineum and along the valley between my cheeks. When his tongue touched my bottom hole I felt as if he had taken me there already. A shock passed all the way along my rectum, in anticipation of later I suppose. A small orgasm rocked through my body and I pushed my rosebud onto his tongue. He responded by making it into a small prick, tonguing my back door. I was moaning now, in pleasure and with desire. Again he returned to my pussy, sucking, kissing and licking. From this angle he couldn't get at my clit so Lena reached down and began to gently stroke the little man who had poked his head out. Then back to my anus, pushing his tongue past and as deep as he could. "Relax Jo," he said, "open." 

So I did. I relaxed my anus allowing him to put more of his tongue inside me, lick the walls of my rectum. Oh God, this was good. As a prelude to being taken anally this was wonderful. I was in seventh heaven by this time, pussy and bottomhole on fire. The only problem being that my legs were close to giving way and he hadn't even screwed me yet!

I needn't have worried. Just as I thought this he stood, boxers gone now, and placed his penis again in the crack of my bottom. Then moved it backwards and forwards across my now oh so sensitive, anus, not inside, just the length of him rubbing the tight little ring as it slid in the valley between my bottom cheeks. I felt as if the ring were kissing his erection as it slid over the rubbery tightness. I was very close to a gigantic orgasm at that moment. He must have sensed it because he took hold of his cock and placed the head between my pussy lips and pushed forward into me. The breath rushed from my body as his rampant penis invaded the soft folds of my vagina. I thrust my bottom out at him even harder, trying to get more of his lovely cock inside me.

He began to gently thrust deeper into my vagina, grasping my hips to pull me on to him. The feeling was unbelievably wonderful as he filled me with his solid pole of man flesh. Then it hit me. I screamed in pleasure as he filled me from the rear, like a stallion mounting a mare. Shock after shock of orgasmic pleasure rocked through my body as he suddenly stayed completely still inside me. I couldn't. I needed to move, to feel him moving in me, so I carried on thrusting back at him until Lena held me still and whispered, "Don't, he'll cum," and brought me back to earth.

At that moment my legs began to give way from the force of my orgasm and the pounding into me that caused it. He quickly put his arms around me from the back and held me tightly, still embedded in my sex from the rear. He lifted me and sat on the bed which caused him to enter even deeper into me and brought another orgasm, almost as strong as the first. He held me close to him as I must have passed out from the intensity of feelings.

When I came back to the world I was laying next to him. I opened my eyes to see Lena kneeling and sucking his still erect penis. She noticed me awake and smiled around his erection. I smiled languidly back, "Don't you dare make him cum," I said, "I haven't finished with him yet."

He turned to look at me, "Go on then, you suck it too. Taste yourself."

I turned and knelt opposite Lena and kissed her as she raised her head then bent mine to take him into my mouth. It felt lovely. The shape fitted perfectly. I gently sucked and rolled my tongue around the head. This brought an, "Oh shit Jo, you'll have to stop that or you'll get a mouthful of spunk!"

'That would be nice,' I thought but then I wanted more of his manhood inside me elsewhere so I took him from my mouth and crawled up level with him. He held me tightly and we kissed, tongues dancing together.

"Fuck me again," I whispered in his ear, "then take my bottom."

He took a deep breath, controlling himself I think, then said, "Lay back. I want to taste that lovely pussy of yours."

"Oh, yes please," I said as I lay back.

He moved down my body, running his hands across the material of the basque. I could see what Lena meant about wearing it. You couldn't feel his hands properly and he couldn't get at my boobs which were longing to be kissed properly by him. Then my legs. He stroked my legs through the silk of my stockings, then began to kiss them through the silk. He must have liked the feeling it gave him. He kept running his tongue around the stocking tops and licking the suspenders. It was obviously very exciting for him. It was pretty exciting for me as well! Lena was now kissing me as well and I had my arms around her pulling her to me as he moved to my sex.

His fingers fluttered around my mound, tweaking and pulling gently at my pubes then they found my pussy. Parting the lips, he started to tweak my clitoris before he moved to replace his fingers with his tongue. I would have sworn his tongue was three times normal size then, he used it to cover the whole of my sex, inside and outside. Licking then sucking, sometimes gently biting. Then I felt a finger inserted into my vagina and a gentle movement before it was removed and pressed against my anus. Whoo, he was going to stick his finger my bottomhole while eating me, and he did! His finger pushed into me as I opened my legs wider to allow him access. I was moaning into Lena's mouth, "Yes, yes, yes, yes," over and over again and I was very close.

Suddenly I was empty, his finger removed from my rear, his mouth from my sex. I need not have worried, I was soon to be full again! He knelt up between my legs and spread them apart, lifting my knees to give himself total access to my body. Then his was against my sex, pressing between the lips, forcing them apart. He called my name then, "Jo, Joanna, Jo. Look at me!" I opened my eyes and stared into him as he penetrated me and cried out in near ecstasy. I felt as if he was entering my soul, my inner being. Not only in my vagina but through my eyes, deep inside my body. It was almost too much to bear. Lena was sitting back on her haunches watching him take me, slowly in and out, in and out, until he was finally completely inside me. I threw my legs around his waist to hold him in me and my hands went to his bottom to try to pull him in deeper but he wasn't still. He kept on moving, back and forth, deep inside my body until I could take no more and I cried out, "YES," as I came, orgasm raking across my body but centred on this wonderful column of flesh pulsing inside me. I dug my nails into his back, I had him, completely, totally, in me. I wanted him to cum then, to fill me with spunk so I squeezed my vaginal muscles as much as I could to make him cum. Anal sex forgotten now, he was in me and I wanted his offering but he managed to hold back, staying stock still despite my wriggling, pushing and pulling.

Slowly the orgasm waned and I moved my legs away from him allowing his still hard erection to depart. I felt empty for a moment, then I remembered that I was going to feel full again soon. Again, as I often did after these intense orgasms, I must have, sort of, passed out because I came to with both Mike and Lena kneeling next to me soft calling my name. I smiled up at both of them, a self satisfied smile that caused them both to laugh softly at me.

"It looks like you enjoyed that," Lena said smiling down at me.

"Oh yes," I said breathlessly, "Mike that was wonderful. Will you fuck my arse now?"

He looked astonished, glancing at Lena then at me then back again. "Errr," was his only response. He didn't expect that from me did he. You see, I don't swear as much as Lena when I make love, or when I talk about it, only when I get really worked up. Well I was now. I felt well and truly fucked. Twice he'd made me cum, enormous orgasms that rocked my body. I knew now that I wanted him in the back door, what would that orgasm be like, if I had one?

I reached up to him, "I want you to fuck me in the arse," then, pouting at him, "will you?"

"Oh God," he said as he reached for me and kissed my lips hard. "Turn over," he muttered gruffly and, just for a moment, I wondered whether I'd gone too far. Apprehension struggled with desire as I rolled face down on the bed. My head was turned so I could see Lena and she was smiling at me and nodding. I knew she would be there for me now. 

She reached out and touched my face, "It'll be all right, love," she said, "just relax," and she gave me her hands to hold.

As it happens I was relaxed, welcoming my fate. I'd crossed the Rubicon now, there was no going back. He was going to take me there, his hot piston breaching my tight back passage. I shivered in anticipation and my anus felt on fire waiting for the breach but it wasn't to be quick. He was going to savour this moment, make it last both for me and for him. I knew that and I could see Lena smiling knowingly as she watched.

He knelt up next to me and looked down. I know how much he loved that sight. A woman, face down, with her proud bottom sweeping outwards and upwards from her waist. A love heart he called it. Having seen Lena like it a few times I knew just what he was seeing. He gently prised my legs apart and knelt between, I could feel his eyes stroking my body, gazing at my anus awaiting him. Then his hands. Starting at my neck and shoulders, gently massaging to the line of the bodice. Then, one each side, they moved downwards caressing, holding, travelling the shape of my body before leaving the material and again coming into contact with my skin. His touch was electric, sending shivers up and down my body. Heaven must be like this I thought, only when he touches me there will it get better. He didn't stop, continuing down my legs to meet the silk of the stockings. Still he caressed me then, bending, he began to lick the backs of my knees through the silk then upwards to my bottom across bare skin. Oh, this was wonderful. His tongue was like velvet caressing my skin. I was moaning softly in pleasure as he laved me with his tongue and stroked me with his hands. Lena was close to me now, cooing softly to me and stroking my hair. I smiled at her, "Soon?" I said.

"Soon," she replied.

Then an electric shock through my body. His tongue had gone straight to my anus, licking around the ring and then across it, pushing inwards all the time. His hands on my bottom pulling the cheeks apart causing my back door to widen to allow his tongue even greater access. I was moaning louder now, almost sobbing in the pleasure he was giving me. This is what anal sex is about I thought and I wanted him, wanted him desperately, to bugger me then. I thought of it like that, buggery, sodomy, arsefucking. All those words bustling through my brain as he continued to rim my bottomhole. Now his finger probed inside gently moving in and out before finally leaving. He leant forward and I could feel his erection poking the cheeks of my bottom, it felt enormous but I wanted it.




Caroline Ch. 06.03



"Kneel, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear, "it's nearly time. Are you OK?"

It was all I could do to speak, to answer him. I just smiled and nodded at Lena. She looked at him and said, "Yes, she's ready. Do it now!" She was getting excited as well.

So I knelt, body horizontal until he gently pushed my head into the bed so my bottom was sticking up in the air. Now he prised my legs apart opening me completely to him. Again his tongue laved my bottomhole probing inside, only to be replaced by one, then two, then three, fingers still gentle but opening me for his final entry. He continued gently fucking my bottom with three fingers, getting me ready to accept his manhood. Lena moved and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, that she took his erection in her mouth and gave it a few sucks before anointing it with KY. "Lena," I managed to softly say, "do me as well, please."

I bent my head backward on the bed to watch as she applied the KY to my bottom hole. She kissed Mike and smile back at me then a cold feeling as she squeezed the tube onto my anus. A sharp intake of breath at the coldness and a concerned, "Jo, are you OK?" from Mike brought a smile to my face.

"Cold," I managed to say.

Then I felt her fingers fluttering over my bottom before she began to massage the KY into the ring of my anus. Another squeeze and her fingers pushed past the slight resistance to spread the lubrication along my anal tract, into my rectum. She moved back to be near my face, watching both my eyes and my bottom where his manhood was going to pierce me in a few moments. She took my hands in hers. Oh the joy of apprehension, anticipation, knowing he was going to do it now.

I felt the head of his penis press gently at my ring, my anus, my rosebud. Naturally, I squeezed tight but he whispered, "Relax, darling one, just relax and enjoy."

Smiling back at him I did and the head of his erection breached my tight band and entered into me. It hurt, hurt a lot. A sharp intake of breath and a soft, "Oooohhhhh." He was big and it did hurt. Lena saw the look on my face, "OK," she asked concerned, "want to go on?" I knew that I mustn't show that it hurt me too much otherwise he wouldn't go on but it did. I gripped Lena's hands tightly and again she asked, "OK? Do you want him to carry on?"

I did but he was big! Taking a deep breath, "Just a moment," I managed to say, "let me get used to this feeling. Bugger, Mike that's big!"

He smiled back at me, calm now, no chance of him hurting me if I wanted to stop. I could tell and it gave me confidence to go on. I just kept thinking that I mustn't let him know how much it hurt although the pain was diminishing now, just a dull ache and a stretched feeling as my anus clung to his roundness.

"Some more," I said relaxing my body.

His hands grasped my hips and held me still as he pushed, I don't know, but Lena told me it was 2 inches, into me. I could feel every part of his penis. Every nerve end in my rectum was alive to the feeling of him. Hot, with a pulse every now and again as he controlled himself. I was sure he wanted to thrust right in now, part of me wanted him to, the other part, the one in control, wanted it a little more slowly.

But it was hurting and there were tears in my eyes. I don't know whether it was the occasion, I suppose it was so exciting for him, but he felt far, far bigger than the dildo and far bigger than earlier in front. I squeezed Lena's hands in mine trying to transfer some of the soreness. She looked at me with concern on her face and then at Mike. He started to pull backwards, to stop for fear of hurting me too much but I didn't want that. I wanted him in me, not the pain - I didn't want that now, but him inside me. I was past that but wanted the pleasure of it, finally.

"No," I said with a deep breath, "don't stop. It's not too bad. Just rest awhile, let me get used to the feeling." Get used to the feeling of this hot pole invading my most secret place, spreading the tight tube of my rectum and filling my bowels with spunk. These thoughts were easing the pain, turning it into a dull ache that was close, oh so close, to pleasure. It must have been a torture for him to look down and see himself buried almost halfway in my bottomhole, piercing the 'V' of an upturned heart but he managed to control himself. If he hadn't that day I probably wouldn't have grown to love being buggered, sodomised by the men I love but he was wonderful and for that alone I was determined to take every inch of him inside me.

"Try some more," I said softly as I became used to the feeling. He grasped my hips again and, as he pushed forward, I relaxed my anus and he slid easily inside another 2 inches. This was the widest part of his penis and it took my breath away. I gasped for air and squeezed Lena's hands even more. She asked, concerned, "Oh Jo, are you OK. Really. You don't have to go on you know. He'll stop, won't you Mike."

I heard a deep breath, "Yes Jo, tell me and I'll stop."

"No, no. I want it all! It hurts but I can deal with it. Wait again while I get used to it. It's bloody big but it's beginning to feel OK." And it was. My anus was getting used to being stretched around 2¾ inches and my rectum was adjusting to the intrusion of 8½ inches of manhood, even though I didn't have it all yet. The pain, turning to a dull ache, was now almost enjoyable. It was time to do it all before I lost my nerve.

"Push it all in," I said to him, "come on. Fill my arse with that lovely cock of yours, all of it. Bugger me properly now!" I knew he wouldn't be able to stop now, not with me talking like that.

"Oh hell," from him then a thrust and I felt his thighs up against the backs of mine. A feeling of triumph overcame the shaft of pain the shot up from my rectum. Strangely this seemed to turn into a shaft of pleasure. It's the strangest feeling, pleasure and pain mixed together. His turn now to be still. He was frozen at the moment of full entry (well nearly anyway), trying to stop from cumming. Luckily, I needed to be still to fully acknowledge his erection all the way inside my back entry. It was a wonderful feeling to have him like this and, as he relaxed and regained control, I experimented by flexing the muscles of my anus and rectum, squeezing his manhood. "Oh God," from him, "Jo, I need to fuck you now, oh how I need to fuck this wonderful arse of yours, please."

He was begging. My reply was to pull away from him slightly sliding my bottomhole along his cock. I could feel my rectum closing up as it left then, as I thrust back again. being forced apart. It was nothing like being taken normally. This was something else. Nothing Lena had done prepared me for this feeling, of fullness, and of triumph. I had him, I had him deep in my arse. Now he started to fuck me, long slow strokes, halfway out, back in: a little further out, back in: nearly all the way out, back in. Oh heaven. 

I was moaning, shouting, "Yes, yes, oh please fuck my arse, bugger me, deeper, deeper. Oh yes, yes." I was rapidly losing myself in the feelings emanating from deep inside my rectum. Strange feelings that were, I know now, my anal orgasm beginning. His pistoning increased in pace and suddenly he let out a roar like a lion and thrust deep inside me, deeper than before, and his penis began to pulse, seeming to expand my rectum each time, as he pumped spunk into my bowels. My feelings, stimulated by this enema of his spunk which seemed never-ending, went over the top and I spiralled away in a nirvana of pleasure washing across my body. On and on he seemed to go spurting deep inside my body and coating my rectal tube with even more lubrication. He continued to pound away at my bottom as he came. Lena told me afterwards that I was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes," constantly as he came inside me.

Finally he had no more left to give and we both fell sideways onto the bed. I didn't want to let him go, my arse wanted him there for ever. I squeezed and squeezed my anus bringing soft cries of pleasure/pain from him as I manipulated his, now spent but hugely sensitive, manhood. Sadly it soon softened and I lost it, unable to hold him any longer, I could feel his offering running out as I tried to close my anus and hold it in. I couldn't, I'd been well and truly stretched, buggered, and I was gaping quite a bit Lena later told me. 

I turned to face him, "Thank you," he said, "Jo, thank you. That was marvellous." Then concern, "Are you OK, did I hurt you?"

I smiled at him and gently touched his cheek, "Just a bit but in the end, no, you didn't hurt me. It was lovely." Then to Lena who had cuddled up behind me, "Now I know what you mean. It was lovely, it hurt but it was lovely. It fills you doesn't it. Oh thank you for persevering with silly old me." I turned back to Mike, "It was never like that with Steve you know. That was so lovely, loving and caring. I love you, you know that?"

"I think I do," he said kissing me, "and I love you, both of you." Then, his eyes sparkling with fun, "Your turn Tuesday Lena."

Do you know, she actually blushed!

So ended a fabulous evening. It was nearly twelve by this time, we had taken nearly two hours, two hours of absolute pleasure. I needed to relieve myself after his filling of me so I popped into the en-suite then called him in for a shower. He was absolutely shattered. His orgasm had lasted for ages and the tension on the situation had worn him out. I felt pretty tired myself although the shower refreshed me.

When we came out Lena had made us a drink, brandy and coffee with lots of sugar and we sat around on the bed drinking and talking. I couldn't stop touching him, feeling his presence after what he had done to me and, truthfully, I couldn't wait for him to do it again. I thought of the morning and what Lena had said about him then. Was it really that big, would he mind. I must have smiled because he asked me what I was thinking about. I blushed and said, "You, in my bottom. I want to do it again."

He smiled, "So do I. Well Lena," he said turning to her, "both bottoms on Tuesday."

She laughed and nodded, "I can't wait!" And with that we all curled up together on the big bed and drifted off to sleep.

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Caroline Ch. 06.04



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! This part describes how Jo meets Guy. More romantic than anything else). 

Joanna's Tale, 03:

The party: Jo and Guy.

(No sex)

When I woke in the morning the first thing I saw was Mike laying there still asleep. Immediately I thought of what Lena had said about him being hard in the morning. It's terrible really, but like Lena says, the more you have the more you want. I quickly reached down to 'test the water' waking him in the process. Unfortunately I wasn't in luck, no hardness today. 

He smiled at me, "Hello gorgeous," he said, "sleep well?"

"Mmm. I was really tired after last night," I said smiling back.

He looked concerned, "Are you OK. I didn't hurt you did I."

"Only a bit," I said, "and that was necessary wasn't it. It'll be better next time, and the time after that," I added smiling sexily at him. I didn't tell him that I felt sore there. Only to be expected I suppose after what we did. If I told him that I knew he wouldn't do it again and I wanted him to.

He pulled me close and kissed me. "Come on, let's get up. I can smell bacon. Lena's been busy. I'm bloody starving."

So we dressed quickly and went downstairs to breakfast. It was a slow day, just lazing about really then getting ready for the evening. After the chores we chatted most of the time about all sorts of things. Mike telling us about Italy and the villa and about Sorrento. We were both looking forward to a long holiday in the autumn sun, especially with him.

After a light lunch we began to think about the evening. I said that Lena was the star of the show being the forthcoming bride so I wanted to take particular care with how she looked. A bit more make up and jewellery, especially the things that Mike had bought for her. Strangely she was having none of this. Oh she wanted to look her best but she insisted that I take a lot of trouble as well. I didn't think much of it at the time but as we got home that night I began to smell a rat. So we all ended up in the great big bath about 4 o'clock luxuriating in the bubbles, laughing and joking. Mike was warning us about Silvio.

He laughed, "Be careful he doesn't get you alone Jo, he's got a deadly pinch. Mind, he'll get a telling off if Gianna sees him." Then seriously, "He doesn't mean anything by it Jo, it's his way of welcoming you into the family. You won't be upset will you?"

I could see he was concerned. After all Silvio was his best friend, almost like an elder brother Mike said, so he was bound to be worried that he might upset me. "No," I said laughing, "I'll try to avoid being alone with him but the odd pinch doesn't matter. Anyway," I added, "any pinches we get there you can always kiss better on Tuesday can't you?"

He laughed, "You're getting as bad as Lena," he said splashing over and kissing me.

"Hey, what about me," said Lena laughing, "don't I get a kiss as well."

He splashed over to her and gave her a big kiss that did seem to last a long time. I think he was missing her, you know, that way. I know he had me and he enjoyed every minute but it was Lena he really loved and he wanted her. She pushed him away, "Stop it you naughty man," she said laughing, "I can't do it properly, even though I want to, and anyway we don't have time."

He manufactured a hang-dog expression on his face with his tongue hanging out and looked at me. I laughed at him, "Well I can do it properly," I said and he began to splash across to me. "But we haven't got time. So no can do!"

"You two are vixens," he said smiling at us both, "and I love you both immensely. Tuesday it is then?"

"Tuesday," we both said together laughing.

We'd commandeered the main bedroom to get ready, we needed the en-suite and everything so he picked up his clothes and we ushered him out. I'd decided to try something special with Lena's hair and I had bought a small hairpiece so that she could wear it up as well as down. This took a long time but when it was finished she looked fantastic, and that was without her dress, make-up or jewellery. She fussed around my hair but there isn't much you can do to it the way I wear it so she just made sure it was shiny and all in place. Next we turned to the makeup. More eyeliner for Lena to accentuate her blue eyes and a peach coloured base and powder to match her dress. I actually powdered her neck and her chest right down to her boobs.

I wore a slightly darker make-up with a lighter eyeliner. With brown eyes you have to be careful otherwise they get lost. She managed to apply mine so my eyes looked enormous, and very, very sexy.

Then the dresses. She looked absolutely gorgeous. My only worry was that Mike would have another of his depression attacks when he saw her. She looked about 10 years older with all the make-up and everything, and the dress was so sophisticated. I was not sure about mine now. Quite tight with a split and a lovely light blue in colour, I thought it might be too much, too sexy for this evening. Lena convinced me, however, that it was ideal. This fell into place later as well! For shoes we wore those we had bought when we stayed at the hotel, luckily they matched the dresses perfectly.

The last thing was jewellery. Pride of place, of course, Lena's engagement ring. The only ring she wore today. Around her neck Mike's pendant, on her breast, his brooch, her wrist his bracelet, and his earrings. I was wearing all the things he had bought for my birthday and afterwards.

I stood back from Lena and looked at her. She was breathtaking, truly beautiful in the real sense of the word. I wondered how Mike would react to seeing her like this, I hoped he would be OK. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look bad either, less elegant than Lena but more sexy. Of course, now I know why she wanted me to look like that!

We made our way downstairs realising as we did so that we were late but giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. Mike was waiting in the lounge and, as we walked in, he got up and turned round to look at us.

"Oh my God," he said, all sorts of emotions flashing across his face. I saw the worry and concern, the depression, then the joy wash over his features as he stood, struck dumb, open mouthed, looking at her. I must admit that my heart was in my mouth at that moment. What emotion would surface uppermost in his mind at seeing her look so lovely.

"Oh my God," he said again, apparently regaining control of his voice, "You're beautiful," and he walked up to her and held her hands out in front, "Tu sei una bella donna amata, bella sei tu," he said as he looked her up and down. He kissed her gently on the cheek. She started to sniffle, she was going to cry!

"Don't you dare cry," I said firmly, "it's taken ages to do those eyes," and I laughed which stopped her crying.

Then he turned to me, "Tu sei anche una bella donna, mia amore," and he kissed me on the cheek as well. That almost started me crying too. Do you see what Lena means when she talks about him. Overwhelmed by how Lena looks he still has time to complement me. He is so thoughtful, kind, and understanding.

He stood there for a long moment drinking in the sight of us both, smiling softly to himself. I understood, later, how a man can feel like a million dollars with a beautiful woman on his arm, especially a beautiful woman who has taken the trouble to make herself beautiful for him. Now he had two beautiful women, one on each arm. It's no wonder he felt so proud that night.

He finally managed to stop looking at us both and took us each by the arm, "I shall feel like a king," he said, "with two beautiful princesses by my side. Come on, I think we are late!" he ended laughing, "but it was worth the wait."

Lena took up the whole back seat in the car so her dress wouldn't crease too much and I sat in the front with Mike. He was so happy. Smiling, laughing and joking with us all the way. I could tell he couldn't wait to show us off to his friends. I must admit I was a bit nervous. What would they think of me. The 'other woman'? Perhaps they would think I was trying to steal him from Lena, or some sort of sex maniac. So, you see, I was apprehensive of how I would be received.

After a short drive we got to Silvio's restaurant parking right in front of the door. "We don't want you to have to walk too far in those dresses," he said. "Come on inside."

We went in to the foyer of the restaurant just as a great big man, he must have been nearly 6' 4" came bustling out of the restaurant proper.

"Mike," he said smiling and catching Mike in his enormous embrace and kissing him on each cheek. This must be Silvio I thought. He was about 70 I should think but still a handsome man with black, greying hair. "How are you my friend, you look wonderful?"

Mike laughed back at him, "I'm fine, Silvio and how are you?"

"Busy, busy, Gianna she get me running around today, yes. Everything must be right for today, for you and Lena." Then he turned and saw her. His eyes opened wide, "Mama mia, bella, bella. Ciao Lena, you are a beautiful ragazza. Come here for me to hold you."

He held his arms open and she rushed into them, becoming completely enveloped in his warm embrace. His hands were all over her body, her bottom as well, but she didn't seem to mind. She just kissed him on the lips and said, "Thank you Silvio, leave my bottom alone tonight! No pinching!"

He laughed, a deep belly laugh that was infectious. This suddenly toned down to a soft chuckle as a woman in her mid forties came into the room. This must be Gianna, I thought.

"Silvio," she said sternly, "put Lena down," and she smacked his hands from around her body. Lena turned and embraced Gianna who held her at arms length and said with much feeling, "You truly are beautiful tonight my darling. A beautiful woman." Then she noticed me standing there next to Mike, "Joanna, you must be Joanna. You are a lucky man Mike, to have two such beautiful women who adore you. How do you do it, how do you seduce them?" she asked with a merry twinkle, and something else, in her eye.

"Yes how," said Silvio laughing, "I could use some tips."

"You could use nothing," Gianna said to him as she poked his chest.

Lena looked at them both and said, "He didn't seduce us we seduced him didn't we Jo," and she walked over and held me.

With that both Silvio and Gianna came over and hugged me. Silvio's hands did wander across my bottom but only for a fleeting moment, Gianna was watching him like a hawk. Mind he did manage to pinch me at least once that evening but I didn't mind. It was like being accepted, an initiation right I suppose. The wonderful thing was that they made me feel welcome immediately. All my concerns about what they would think vanished. They treated me like a lady, a lady friend of Mike's. Not quite the same as Lena. They treated her almost like a daughter. Thinking about it I suppose as their own daughter hadn't had much to do with boys, this was the first opportunity they had to do this sort of thing. I also noticed that Mike and Gianna had a really long hug and he kissed her full on the lips for what seemed just a little bit too long for a normal hello. Lena had never said anything about him and Gianna but it just seemed a little too much to me. Still, I forgot it at the time, it was just another thing I noticed, probably my imagination.

After all these introductions and meetings Lena grabbed my arm and said, "Come on, let's go and find Maria. Come on Mike, she's probably in the house." With that she hustled us off through a door in the foyer and into their house. 

"Maria," Lena called out, "Maria, we're here."

Now Lena is prone to exaggerating about almost everything and I assumed that she had done so about Maria. I was wrong. If anything she had understated how attractive she was. Typically Italian, full bodied, voluptuous even, with a big bust and big hips and the most beautiful bottom, but all in proportion because she was taller than Lena. Long, jet black, hair hung to her shoulders framing the most beautiful face. A face adorned by gorgeous dark brown eyes and long dark lashes. She reminded me of a young Sophia Loren. Wearing a lovely ankle length cream evening dress she glided down the stairs. She was lovely but there was an air of sadness about her. Her whole demeanour seemed to be depressed. Then she saw Mike. I was glad Lena had told me all about Maria because, had she not done so, I could never have explained the change that overcame her. It was as if she had been in shade and now the sun had come out, she blossomed. She rushed to him and threw herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. Now I could see what Lena meant. Her face was a picture of clashing emotions, love, lust, sadness, desire, despair, all these crossed her face as she held him. 

Then she saw me looking at her and controlled herself. Mike pulled her from him and held her at arms length, "You look lovely tonight, Maria. Is that for me or is there a boyfriend tonight?" he laughed as he pecked her cheek.

Her sadness seemed to return, "No zio, it's for you, no boyfriend."

"Then thank you, it's lovely. Tonight I'm in heaven surrounded by beautiful women. Where's Silvio, I must go and say hello. Is he coming to the party."

"He's upstairs in his room with that darn Playstation and yes, he is coming. I'm letting him stay up tonight as it's a special occasion."

Mike left to find Silvio and then Lena was embracing Maria, "Maria, it's so good to see you, how are you, are you well," and kissing her on the cheek.

Maria seemed genuinely pleased to see Lena although it was strange. It was as though she was the little sister and Lena the elder. I suppose it must have been the result of the confessions about Mike. Lena has always been a good listener and she's able, surprisingly enough knowing her character, to keep a secret.

Pulling away from Maria, Lena dragged her over to me. "This is Joanna. Maria, Joanna. I've told you about her, now she lives with us." She put an emphasis on the 'lives' which clearly explained my position. I wondered whether Maria would be cool towards me, you know, because of how she felt, but she immediately smiled, hugged me and said, "Yes, I've been looking forward to meeting you. Lena's told me lots about you."

I smiled back holding her tightly against my body. God she was attractive. I could see why Lena had seduced her, I wouldn't mind myself. I think she must have sensed something because she held me very close for a few moments then pulled away.

"I'm so glad to meet you at last, Lena's told me all about you," I said with emphasis on the 'all'. This caused a panicky look towards Lena who smiled confidentially and nodded 'yes'. 

Then Lena came over to the two of us and said, "Look, we'll have a nice girly chat later on and you two can get to know each other better. Come on Jo, let's go and meet the boys."

Maria laughed, "You be careful Lena, with you two looking so wonderful they won't be able to keep their hands off you, well at least Michelle and David won't."

"What did you mean about the last bit?" I asked Maria as we walked back into the restaurant.

"Oh I mean that those two are terrible but Guy wouldn't do anything like that and I think that Pietro is too smitten with his Sandy to even notice you," she answered.

"Where is Guy, I haven't seen him yet," I said.

"Oh he'll be about somewhere, hiding I expect in case I kiss him again. He's so shy but he's very sweet," laughed Lena.

"You shouldn't tease him so Lena," said Maria smiling, "he really does need a lovely lady to broaden his mind but you are spoken for."

Yes, she is, I thought. I was intrigued and I couldn't wait to meet him but I had to wait a little while as the two younger boys descended on us as we returned to the restaurant. They were both in their teens, bubbly and full of fun and absolutely gob smacked by Lena. They were all over her and she had to fend them off laughing, "Stop it, stop it you naughty boys. Now be still a moment and meet my friend Joanna. Joanna, this is Michelle, the tall one, and this is David, the younger one. But he is the worst of the two," she added smiling indulgently at him. It was strange really. She is only 3 or 4 years older than him yet it seemed years more. I suppose it is because she is a woman now, after her time with Mike, and they are still boys.

They both surged towards me and took a hand each showering with kisses. Smiling away they began to question me, did I like this, was I fond of that. They were overwhelming. While this was going on however, I felt a pair of eyes on me and, disengaging myself from the boys for a moment, looked around. My eyes locked with those watching me and a frisson of excitement shot through my body. He looked away as soon as our eyes locked so I took him in, seemed handsome at this distance (across a fairly dark room), tall, taller than Mike, slim but not skinny, erect. He stood tall, not afraid of his height. Dark hair, all awry. I turned to Lena, "Is that Guy?" I asked nodding in his direction.

"Oh yes," she said, "come on. I'll introduce you." She made a beeline for him and, as we got closer, I could see he was indeed handsome, very handsome. Now however, he looked scared stiff. I remembered what Maria had said and, before I could stop her (why?) she threw her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and planted a kiss full on his lips. As she did so she pressed herself outrageously up against him wiggling her hips. She pulled away from him and said laughing, "One day, one day, you'll return that kiss!"

"Oh Lena," he said embarrassed and red faced, "you are terrible. What will uncle Mike say if he sees you kissing me like that."

She laughed, "He won't mind, he loves you doesn't he, so he won't mind me kissing you." Again, as with Maria, although I knew that Guy was the same age as me, he seemed younger than Lena. I began to realise that, although she could be very playful, she was far more grown up than I gave her credit for. Her time with Mike had definitely made a mature woman of her. But I felt sorry for Guy. She can be a bit overpowering at times, especially when she starts to tease. I saw that she was going to hug him again so I grabbed her arm

"Aren't you going to introduce us," I said looking at him. I saw relief flash across his face and he rewarded me with a small, shy smile. I smiled back with lots of warmth. He was nice. He reminded me of Mike, younger of course, but something about him, I don't know. It might have been his looks, or his demeanour. There was a confidence about him but it seemed to shatter when Lena was near, and any other forward female I later found out. I realised that if I wanted him to be at ease with me, to like me, and (why I didn't know then) I did, I would have to be more demure, less pushy.

Lena said laughing, "Oh Jo I'm sorry. I got carried away by his good looks, isn't he lovely?"

This caused him to blush even more and begin to stutter, "L l l l ena, stop it. Please."

"Yes," I said sharply, "stop it Lena and introduce us properly." I don't know why but I was getting angry with her. She was being unfair. Oh, now I know why but then I thought she was just trying to embarrass him even more.

She looked at me with that calculating look of hers, something was going on but I hadn't a clue then what it was. Then she said calmly and politely, "I sorry Jo. Guy, this is my very best friend Joanna who lives with Mike and me." Again she emphasised the 'lives with' making our relationships obvious. I don't know why but I was embarrassed then and I blushed a little bit.

Guy looked down at me. He had to, I only reached up to his chest, and said, "It's very nice to meet you Joanna, may I call you Jo?" I nodded. "Lena talks about you all the time, that is when she stops trying to tease me," he added smiling fondly at her. It was obvious that, despite her teasing of him, he was fond of her.




Caroline Ch. 06.04



"Give him a kiss Jo, to say hello. I always do."

He looked terrified that I might do the same as she did when they met. He obviously didn't know me so he feared the worst. I felt strangely embarrassed as well but I stood on tiptoe, leaned against him and pulled his head down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. He put his hands on my shoulders to hold me, just for a second, and I had the strangest feeling. As if they'd always been there, belonged there. My heart began beating, beating. I felt as if the whole room could hear it. And every butterfly in England was dancing in my stomach. Everything seemed to stop as I looked up into his eyes. We must have stayed that way for a few moments because Lena said, "Come on you two, snap out of it. Let's get something to drink."

She dragged me away, over to the small bar where Mike was standing chatting with Silvio. Guy followed us over and I could feel his eyes on me, not like Mike, not so intense, but I could feel them all the same. He and Mike said a fond hello when he got to us, hugging each other. I could tell just by looking that Mike was very fond of him and that they were strangely alike. Somewhat similar to look at, something about their manner seemed familiar, as if one were a younger version of the other. I assumed it must have been because they were so close and Guy had lived with Mike for so long.

"Have you met Joanna," Mike said catching my hand and propelling me toward him."

"Y e e ss," he said stuttering again. He was nervous, why. "She's very pretty isn't she uncle?" he managed to say looking directly at me.

I blushed! Why was I blushing when he said that. I was like a 15 year old schoolgirl on her first date. What was the matter with me. I looked up at him again, into those lovely blue/grey eyes and coyly said, "Thank you, thank you very much."

Lena was by my side again. She flashed a look at Mike and said, "I think he deserves a kiss for that don't you Mike?"

Guy looked horrified, "No, no, it's all right really."

Lena pouted, "You don't want me to kiss you, I'm hurt now." She was unmerciful, embarrassing him no end. I really felt angry with her so I walked up close to him and kissed him again just like the first time. Wonderful. It felt like electric shocks going through my body. He touched me, held me. Oh only at arms length but it felt so right. He smiled down at me, a real smile, not the shy one he smiled before or at Lena, but a big open smile that made him even more handsome. I almost began to sort of melt into his arms before I managed to control myself. I couldn't understand what was happening. I'd never felt anything like this before in my life, not with Steve and not even with Mike. Oh I melted in his arms but that was sex, this was something else. It wasn't sexual. Well, I suppose it was but it didn't seem like it.

Quickly I pulled away, surprised and a little frightened at what I was feeling. It seemed to be affecting him as well. We both stood looking at each other for a few moments, long enough for Mike and Lena to notice I'm sure. Had I looked at them I would have seen satisfied smiles on their faces but I didn't know that until Monday.

Mike took me by the arm, "Here," he said giving me a glass of wine, "have a drink. You look like you need it. Jo, are you OK. It's not too hot is it. Shall we go outside for some air?"

I thought that might be a good idea so I nodded in agreement. I didn't know what was happening to me. I've read about people meeting and having a strange effect on each other but I never thought it would happen to me. My heart was still pounding away in my chest. I was surprised he couldn't hear it. Luckily the butterflies in my tummy had settled down now.

As we walked outside with his holding my arm, he said, "You mustn't be angry with Lena. She's always like that with him. I don't think he minds really. I think she see him as a challenge but, of course, he would never do anything to encourage her because he knows she is mine. I suspect that if he did respond she'd run a mile as well, not that I'd mind if she didn't," he said smiling.

The cool air was making me feel better and I put my arms around him inside his jacket. He was safe, steady and reassuring against these strange feelings and ideas coursing through my body and mind. "Has he always been that shy," I asked unable to get my mind off him. "He's so handsome, he must have had loads of girls throwing themselves at him."

"Yes, I suppose he has," Mike replied sadly and I wondered why. "It seems that all the brash bravado was given to the other boys in the family. He's confident in every other area it's just with women. I don't suppose I helped very much. You know my views about how women should be treated and I think he's picked up a lot of that. I think that he's intimidated by 'modern' young women. Strangely he's rather old-fashioned in that way. As to women throwing themselves at him, well, yes they do but he usually manages to dodge. He's been there I think," he said smiling at me, "but not often. He's still very inexperienced. Do you like him?" he asked looking directly at me.

Talk about embarrassed. I blushed and he smiled, "You do don't you?" I nodded. "Look," he said holding me close and speaking earnestly, "if you like him don't be frightened to show it. I don't mind." He sighed and laughed, "Oh that sounds terribly possessive but you know what I mean. Don't let our relationship stand in the way of liking someone else, OK?"

He was being his usual kind self, thinking of me. I loved him so much then. He seemed to know what to say to make things seem all right. "Yes, I do like him, he seems so helpless really and so nice. He's a lot like you I think, a younger version. Will you hold me tightly now then you must get back to Lena, she'll be missing you and it is her night isn't it. Don't worry about me, I'll be all right now I've cooled down. Come on, let's go back in."

So back inside we went to find Lena surrounded by the two boys and Silvio. She was laughing and obviously happy at being the centre of attention. I immediately looked round for Guy but he was nowhere to be seen. I felt a pang of disappointment but then was bustled off by Gianna who wanted to chat with me. Mike went over to Lena and rescued her from the group and I saw them kiss and hold each other tight. They whispered together for a moment and then both looked at me. Now I became sure that something was going on but I didn't know what. For all her Machiavellian plans Lena is a very open person and finds it difficult to hide her emotions so the way she looked at me then was a clear sign that something was going on.

Gianna seemed interested in me. She asked me about my nursing, how I liked it and about Lena getting married. I think she was trying to find out how I felt about Mike, what our real relationship was. In the end she got round to asking directly.

"How do you feel about Mike and Lena getting married?" she asked after a while of general chatting.

I was a bit surprised at her directness but I didn't mind explaining how I felt about him. "Oh," I said, "I'm pleased for both of them. I've loved Lena for a long time, since we were children really, although I am a few years older than her we always got on well. She is really like my sister, she spent more time in my house when she was little than she did her own. Her mother was a bit off-hand with her and Lena was happier with my parents. You'll meet them at the wedding, Lena insisted that they come."

Then she came right out with it. She is usually a very direct women, is Gianna. Not much beating about the bush. "What about Mike, are you jealous?"

I laughed, "Jealous? No, I'm not jealous of him. I love him too you see. Oh not in the same way Lena does but I do love him and I'm happy that he has found such happiness with her. I know he loves me," I said looking her directly in the eye to make it clear what I meant, "and I know he wants me. But he doesn't love me in the same was that he loves Lena. But then I wouldn't expect him to. You must know he is such a nice man, not in the least bit possessive or overbearing. To be with him makes me feel good about myself. I had a very bad time with a man not long ago and lost all my confidence, he's restored it. Made me feel good about myself again." While I was explaining this she was looking across the room at Mike and Lena with a strange expression on her face. I began to understand her questioning. "You love him as well don't you?" I said quietly to her.

She looked about, shocked, to see if anyone could overhear but we were tucked away in a corner, "How do you know?" she said softly, "for one so young you are very perceptive."

"Oh, nothing really. You held him just a bit too long when we met and your expression, well! I didn't think anything of it really but you are so interested in how I feel about him. That shows that you are concerned about him. So I put 2 and 2 together. I'm right aren't I?"

She nodded, "Yes," she said sadly with tremendous of feeling, "I am." Then she held my arm tightly, "You must not say anything to anyone about this. Yes. No one must know, or suspect. It is the ruination of my family." Now I felt like the big sister to this lovely mother of six children. I sensed there was a deeper secret here but I didn't want to pry. I had only just met these lovely people and been accepted without question into their family.

"Does he know?"

"Oh yes, he knows," she replied with a depth of anguish that surprised me. I felt desperately sorry for her at that moment, she seemed so vulnerable. 

"Of course, no one will know from me," I said as I hugged her and she hugged me back.

She pulled away smiling, "I said he is a lucky man to have both of you," she said looking at me afresh, "and I was right. Now I must go and supervise, dinner is nearly upon us. Go and find Guy, I think you he likes. He sits next to you at dinner," she added with a smile. It must have been perfectly obvious to her what was happening, it wasn't to me. Well, not at the time anyway. She dashed off towards the kitchen and I turned to look for Guy. He was talking with Silvio, Mike and Lena. The two young boys were now teasing Sandy with Pietro standing there watching, conflicting emotions on his face. Pride that they were interested in his girl friend and annoyance that they were pestering her. At least it gave Lena and me a break.

I wandered over to the group and was rewarded with a nice smile from Guy, "I hear we are sitting together at dinner," he said. 

Lena overheard, "I don't want you embarrassing her Guy," she said, "no kissing and canoodling during the meal, understand," she said laughing.

This of course embarrassed him no end and he began a stuttered response. I butted in, "Don't be silly Lena, what is the matter with you tonight. Leave him alone!" I was angry with her again for embarrassing him so I was a bit sharp. It didn't seem to bother her at all. 

She just laughed, "I'll just look to you to maintain control then, shall I?"

Mike turned to us both, "Forgive her," he said, "I think she is a trifle excited by tonight. She looks so lovely everyone is forgiving her everything."

Guy took hold of my arm gently and, seeming to gain confidence when I didn't pull away said, "Yes uncle, she does look lovely and I forgive her" He said looking directly at her. Then, turning to me and gazing down with those big, blue/grey eyes, "But then you both look lovely."

She looked at him in surprise. "That's the first time you've ever said I looked lovely," she said, "it's nice." Then she reached up and gave him a proper kiss on the cheek, no teasing, no 'over the top' actions. "Thank you," she said demurely.

"And thank you too," I said reaching up and pecking his cheek as well. He seemed to grow in stature and I noticed the two older men looking on with something like satisfaction as he seemed to become more at ease with the two of us. All the time he was holding my arm, now quite tightly and for a moment I wondered if I was giving him the confidence to behave this way.

Silvio drifted away towards the kitchen to check everything. He wasn't cooking or anything tonight, his staff were doing all that and serving as well. They were also going to provide some music afterwards via a small combo set up on a stage in the corner. Now Gianna appeared and told us all to take our seats for dinner. The plan was very logical on a big oval table. Mike and Lena sat together at one end. Next to Mike was Gianna and next to her Guy then me. On the other side Silvio sat next to Lena with Maria next to him. He looked so pleased, Now I was sure that he saw Lena as another daughter. He beamed between these two beautiful women. Next to Maria was her son, Silvio and next to him the two young boys. Next to me was Pietro then Sandy. That made up the round. 

What this meant however, was that I only really had Guy to talk to. Pietro was so besotted by his Sandy who, incidentally looked so satisfied that they must have spent all morning in bed, that he hardly noticed me. The same applied to Guy who was sitting next to his mother, they chatted a bit but he really only had me to talk to. Not that I minded of course, I had him all to myself throughout dinner. Most of the time we talked about his university, his degree, and his masters. I didn't realise just how bright he was. He had a double first from Cambridge in Mathematics and Computer Science. My nursing degree paled into insignificance against this although when I told him about it and said this he thought the reverse,

He was a marvellous conversationalist once you got past his shyness. It was easy to see Mike's influence on him. When Mike first told me about him and his degrees, I thought he might be a bit of a 'nerd'. Not so. He was widely read and, not surprisingly, expert on all the films Mike loved. He loved reading fantasy and science fiction, just like Mike and he loved music of all kinds. It was amazing really that they were so alike. At the time I supposed that it was their closeness and the amount of time that he had lived with Mike.

Throughout the meal, which was unbelievably good, we seemed to be in a world of our own. Only a couple of times I looked up at Mike and Lena, once seeing them look at us both and whisper something to each other. A couple of times we touched each other accidentally and each time I felt a frisson of excitement. Then I burnt my finger on a really hot serving dish. It was nothing really but he showed immediate concern, taking my hand in his and blowing on it before kissing the offending finger. It was wonderful. 

So, although the meal took ages, it seemed to fly by to me sitting next to this lovely young man. What was I feeling, I thought sitting next to him. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before so I didn't know how to deal with it. I'd have to talk it over with Lena and Mike. They would know what to do.

The meal ended and Silvio stood to make a short speech congratulating Mike and Lena, taking particular care to complement her on her appearance causing her to blush. Then he begged a kiss from her and she stood and planted a great big kiss on his lips. Then everyone called' "Speech" and Mike stood. I think he had, unusually, drank more than he normally did and he seemed very emotional.

He thanked Silvio and all his family for accepting him as a member and for this lovely occasion. Then he turned to Lena, "What can I say about this lady," he said looking down at her love shining from his eyes, "I've said so often, that I don't know what I have done to deserve her, why she loves me but, thank God, she does and she's agreed to marry me. Why I don't know, but she has." He bent down and kissed her, "I love her more than life itself, you know, and I thank you all for accepting her into your family."

By this time all the women had tears in their eyes and there was going to be a lot of repair work needed. Then, when I thought he had finished, he looked across at me. Again his eyes shone with love and affection, "And I mustn't forget that lovely lady there. Joanna is a big part of our lives together and will remain so after the wedding. I thank you all for welcoming her as you have done me."

Well, I started to cry. I know what Lena means, how do you deal with this man. On an occasion like this, for him and Lena, he still manages to think of me. My heart melted and I was thankful that Guy was there to quickly hand me a clean handkerchief. I looked at Lena and she smiled at me. A smile full of love. She was crying too, so was Maria, and Gianna was almost there as well. The only female apparently unmoved was Sandy, not surprising I suppose, she was still glued to Pietro, both of them tied up in their own happy world.

So the meal ended with toasts to the prospective bride and groom and we all stood. Gianna clapped her hands, "Come on ladies, let's leave the men to clear the tables out of the way. We'll go into the lounge, there's coffee there." I grabbed Lena's arm, I think she'd had quite a lot to drink as well. I suppose I had. I felt a bit light headed.

"Come on Lena, we'll go and catch our breath."

She smiled at me, "Can you tear yourself away?" she asked.

I looked at her sharply, "What do you mean?"

"Jo, we've all seen you and Guy. You hardly spoke to anyone else during dinner. It's obvious that you like him. You do don't you?"

"Oh Lena, yes I do. He's like a younger version of Mike isn't he. So kind and considerate. He really is very nice."

"Good, come on then let's follow Gianna. I could do with a coffee. It might clear my cobwebs. I think I've had too much to drink!"

We followed Gianna into the lounge where she had poured coffee and several tiny glasses of a clear liquid. "This is grappa," she said holding up a lovely thin bottle. "It's a traditional after dinner drink in Italy and, with the coffee, it will help you sober up a little. I think we've all had a little too much to drink don't you."

I agreed, so did Lena. What with the punt e mes before the meal, the wine during it and the toasts at the end I felt quite odd. Mind you not as odd as I felt after I drank the grappa. It tasted like medicine. Still after a while and with the coffee I began to feel better. We all sat there chatting about this and that, Lena and I gamely trying to drag Sandy into the conversation. She was quite shy but we found out she was actually 22. I would never have believed that she was a year older then Lena. It showed, I think, how much she had grown since meeting Mike, what, 6 months ago. She seemed far older than either Sandy or Maria, more refined, more sure of herself, happier I suppose. I felt a lot of love for her at that moment and happiness that she had found her place in the world. I knew she would be happy with Mike and at that moment I said a silent prayer that there would be a happy conclusion to the trip to Italy.

"Time to rejoin the men," Gianna said smiling at us. She was like a mother hen with her chicks. I suppose she must have been fed up with boys. It made a nice change for her to be surrounded by women.

So we followed her back into the room where I immediately searched for Guy. Lena went off to be with Mike, rushing up to him and virtually throwing herself into his arms. I couldn't find him at first then, there he was by the small stage chatting to one of the waitresses. A rather pretty girl, perhaps about 18. I felt a pang of jealousy, why I don't know, but I did. Luckily, before I did anything foolish, he saw me and strode purposefully over. He took my arm, heaven, and tugged me to one side showing surprising confidence.

"Father is going to want Mike and Lena to start the dancing," he said without trace of a stutter. "Unless Lena is a marvellous dancer, they're not going to look good. Uncle Mike can't dance at all, can she?"




Caroline Ch. 06.04



"I'm afraid not," I said, "she has two left feet when it comes to dancing."

"What about you? Can you dance?"

"Well, not much but I know where to put my feet."

"Good," he said. "As soon as they start we'll dance with them. That should take some of the heat off them."

This from the shy young man I met at the start of the evening? Here he was virtually ordering me to dance with him. Oh, I didn't mind in the least. Looked forward to it in fact. He'd have to hold me wouldn't he and by now I wanted to snuggle up close and see what it felt like!

Silvio took to the floor and introduced the trio that was going to play for us. Then he called Mike and Lena out into the middle of the restaurant. She looked gorgeous, so refined holding the hem of he dress up from the floor just as it was designed. Mike looked embarrassed. He knew he couldn't dance. And he knew Lena couldn't as well but he held her close as the trio began to play. They made a few stumbling passes around the floor then Guy pulled me out onto the dance area and put his arms around me. He whirled me round the floor virtually picking me up. He was a lovely dancer. Surprising really for one so shy. As we danced we got closer and closer together. One of the younger boys was dancing with a waitress, the other with Gianna, and Pietro had Sandy so there were several couples on the floor after a while.

Now the music changed to a real smoochy tune, slow and sexy. He pulled me closer and my heart started again, boom, boom, boom. I had to look around to see if anyone could hear it. Butterflies again began to flutter in my stomach as I rested my head on his chest. His arms closed in around me and I held him closer. It felt so right, holding him like this. I looked up and our eyes met, something passed between and we abruptly jumped apart. There we were in the middle of the floor looking at each other. I don't think either of us was aware of what was happening here.

He touched my arm and we went to the small bar, empty now. "I . I . I'm sorry Jo," he stuttered, "I didn't mean anything. I just g . g . g . . got carried away with the feeling of you in my arms. I'm sorry, so, so sorry. Will you forgive me, please?"

He looked so forlorn, like a little boy with his hand caught in the biscuit barrel. I smiled tenderly up at him and touched his cheek, "Of course I forgive you. I didn't mind a bit. In fact I quite enjoyed it." His face lit up as I said this.

"Really," he said, "you don't mind?"

I laughed at his pleasure, "No, really. I didn't mind. You can do it again if you like." But he didn't. The moment had gone. We went back out onto the dance floor but he didn't hold me like that again. Very proper and at arms length. Of course I should have known that he wouldn't try anything like that because, as far as he was concerned, I 'belonged' to Mike, his uncle. It didn't hit me then, this fact. It wasn't until the next day that I had it out with Mike and Lena that I realised why he became cooler, more controlled, after that.

Despite his coolness, however, I enjoyed dancing with him and felt somewhat annoyed when one of his brothers butted in and took over. He had no such qualms, pulling me so close I could hardly breathe. That didn't last long because Guy was back very soon with a stern word to his brother, David I think it was. 

I won't go into detail about the rest of the evening. It was dancing, sitting, gossiping for ages. The highlight was always dancing with him despite his not holding me close like he did that first time. Sadly, he seemed shy again. I suppose that he was worried at what I and Mike would think of his becoming more forward. I talked with Maria for a while, quietly and out of the way. I made it clear to her that I knew what had happened, all of it and that both Mike and Lena had trusted me with the story. I also told her that I knew about Lena's seduction and that I found her very attractive as well. This seemed to embarrass her but she didn't actually dismiss it out of hand. I told her that I agreed with Lena and that, if it were at all possible, we would try and get her together with Mike, difficult though it may be. I think we became good friends then. We met often in the future and we did 'get together', all three of us later on, but that's another story!

I suppose it had to end although I did begin to realize how Eliza felt in 'My Fair Lady' because I could have danced all night just like her. I was still dancing with Guy, and still at arms length, when Lena said that our taxi was here. I hadn't thought about getting home, but then I realised that Mike couldn't drive nor could Guy, they'd both had far too much to drink. I was a bit sad because Guy disappeared as soon as Lena said 'taxi' and I thought I would miss the chance to say goodbye to him. I shouldn't have worried, he was far too much like Mike to miss that opportunity.

It took ages to say goodbye to everybody and for Mike to thank Silvio for such a lovely evening. I was still looking for Guy when he suddenly appeared in the doorway to their house. He signalled for me to come to him so I did. He quickly hustled me inside and closed the door.

"I . I . I . wanted to say goodbye to you properly," he said trying desperately not to stutter. He was so nervous. He had obviously had to drum up courage to do this and, in that moment, I loved him for it.

"That's nice," I said giving him my very best smile, "I wanted to say goodbye to you properly too."

He seemed surprised. "I thought I might have offended you," he said and he looked downcast, "I know that you are with uncle Mike."

The way he said 'with' meant that he thought I was 'unavailable' because I loved, and was sleeping with, Mike. I quickly said, "Yes, I am 'with' Mike and I love him but he doesn't own me, and he doesn't want to own me. If you mean what I think you mean then I'm free to choose my own friends, male and female."

He looked at me with new confidence, "Then I can kiss you goodbye properly?" he said.

"You bet you can," and I put my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. Our kiss seemed to last forever. It wasn't sexy or anything like that, it was just a lovely kiss. I wanted it to last forever but it had to end. Then I wanted to stay in his arms forever but we were called from our reverie as the door opened and Mike came in. Guy pulled away embarrassed by being 'found out' by his uncle and by the man who was 'with' this girl.

"U . U . U uncle," he began to stutter before I interrupted.

"Hello Mike, we were just saying goodbye,"

"I can see that," he said laughing, "you carry on but you've only got a minute, the cab's waiting." With that he left the room.

"You see," I said looking at him in the eye, "he doesn't mind so you can say goodbye to me again it you want."

He looked down at me again with that big smile on his face, "Oh yes, I want to," he said with no trace of a stutter. The he pulled me to him, oh so tightly and we kissed again. A kiss that seemed to last forever. I pulled away, "I've got to go," I said, "perhaps I'll see you again soon."

"I hope so," he said not seeming to want to let me go.

Reluctantly I pulled myself away from him and he followed me back into the foyer of the restaurant where Mike and Lena were waiting to go.

"Hurry up lazy bones," said Lena laughing, "you've got to put him down sometime you know." I blushed from top to toe and I could see Guy also as red as a beetroot.

"Come on," said Mike, "Lena, stop teasing, come on otherwise the taxi will go without us."

So with lots of goodbyes and waves we got into the taxi and off we went home. Mike sat in the middle and I couldn't help but cuddle up to him. I felt so good. I hadn't felt this good for ages. Oh, I felt good with Mike but this was different somehow. I felt, oh I don't know how I felt, but it was good and I had to cuddle up to him, he was my man, well half of him was, and I needed to hold him after this evening. 

When we got home we went to bed straight away. I excused myself, I wanted to sleep alone tonight. I needed to examine how I felt about this young man. Mike and Lena understood, I think, that something important had occurred so they didn't object. Anyway, we were all very, very tired. I changed into my pyjamas and lay down to go to sleep. What had happened tonight? Had I fallen in love? What would that do to my relationship with Lena and with Mike? Would Lena mind? Would Mike mind? Was I reading too much into his reaction and my feelings? Of course I didn't resolve any of these questions laying there in the dark. I did however, go to sleep with two large blue/grey eyes watching me and I did dream of dancing, very close, to a tall handsome man with unkempt wavy hair.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 06.05



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Only a little bit of sex here – still developing the characters). 

Joanna's Tale, 04:

Sex on the phone!

I awoke very early, it was still dark and, for some unknown reason, felt very lonely. I got up and found my way to the master bedroom, crept into bed with Mike and Lena, and cuddled up to her. She woke briefly, smiled and cuddled me back. I felt safe and secure in her arms knowing Mike was there as well. I had awoken so confused about how I felt. I must have worked out as I slept what Mike and Lena had been up to last night. I didn't mind, it was nice that they were so concerned about me, but I was going to have some fun with them. I drifted off to sleep again and when I woke again the sun was shining through the bedroom window.

I felt marvellous. All the feelings of last night washed over me. No questions now. Oh, none had been resolved but it didn't matter. Here I was with the two people I loved most in the world and I could rely on them to help me sort my feelings out, mind you, after I'd tackled them about last night. I'd been woken by Mike getting up and I lay there looking up at him as he surveyed the two of us. He had a lovely smile on his face, not possessive or anything like that, just enjoying the sight of these two women whom he loved and who loved him.

"You might need to repair some faces this morning," he said laughing.

Of course, we'd gone to bed with all our make-up on. I sat up and saw myself in the mirror. I looked a state, smudged mascara and everything then I looked at Lena, still asleep. She looked waiflike, frail now in her sleep. Oh how I loved her then. I bent and kissed her and looked at Mike.

"She's lovely isn't she?" he said with a voice full of love.

"Yes, she is," I said seriously, "But I think she's going to need some facial repair as well," I added laughing.

"I'll go and start breakfast," he said smiling, "bacon and eggs, I think."

I nodded 'yes' and gently began to wake Lena as he left the room.

"Come on lazy bones, time to get up." She yarned lazily and opened her eyes. 

"You look terrible," she said sleepily.

"If you think I look bad," I said laughing at her, "you should see yourself. We didn't take our make-up off last night did we. Our faces are a mess and the pillows are filthy."

She didn't seem bothered, "Oh well," she said, "let's go and have a shower. What time is it?"

I looked at the clock. Oh my dear, it was nearly midday. "It's nearly twelve," I said, "come on the day's half gone."

"But what a lovely night," she said thinking back, "for me and for you!" she added with a big smile.

"Yes," I said seriously, "I want to talk to you two about that!"

This woke her up. She looked a bit sheepish and dashed off into the en-suite. I followed her in and we showered together. After drying and throwing on some loose clothes we went downstairs to the breakfast room where Mike had laid out breakfast. The full works this morning. "I think we need this don't you? Come on tuck in."

I saw Lena trying to make furtive signs at him, nodding towards me. He couldn't make out what she meant so he just ignored her and ate his breakfast. I waited until we had all finished then I tackled them.

"Right you two, what was going on last night?"

"Er r r r, nothing," said Lena looking as guilty as sin, "nothing. Why?" Now she was playing the innocent.

"Something was going on. Tarting me up before we went, nods and winks at each other all evening, embarrassing Guy like that. Come on I know you two were up to something. Tell me what it is."

Lena looked helplessly at Mike. I was laughing inside. She thought I was angry. It might go some way to teaching her a lesson.

He was smiling at both of us. He knew I wasn't annoyed and was enjoying the show. "It's no good Lena, I'll tell her." Poor Lena, she looked so shocked. She does manage to make mountains out of molehills.

He sat next to me, took my hands in his, and looked me straight in the eye. "Yes," he said, "we were up to something but not very much really. Look, I need to explain something. It wasn't Lena's idea," I raised my eyebrows and looked at her, "it was mine," he ended smiling softly at me. "I was worried you see, worried about you. No wait," he went on as I began to interrupt, "let me finish. I was worried that you might feel 'left out', uncared for, even ignored, when the baby came along. What with all the things happening to Lena and me, you know, well, I was worried," he ended rather lamely.

I squeezed his hands, "Thank you," I said smiling at him, "you needn't be, but thank you anyway. How did that affect last night?"

"Well," he said with a quick glance at Lena, "I thought the answer might be that you had a man of your own."

"That sounds like Lena," I said smiling at her.

"Honestly Jo, it was Mike's idea but I thought it was a good one. You said, you remember, that you felt a little bit down last week so I thought this would help. I knew that Mike wouldn't suggest it if he didn't have someone in mind."

"Yes, I did. You must have guessed by now that that was Guy. We knew you wouldn't take to a man who wasn't 'nice', you know, unthreatening, and Guy is such a nice man. I knew we couldn't throw you at him but I knew you would meet last night at the party. All I did was make sure you sat next to him at dinner. It was my idea to get Lena to embarrass him as much as she did. She was trying to make you angry with her and I think she succeeded. Don't be cross with us, we were only thinking of you and we didn't do anything really did we?"

No they hadn't had they. "Of course I forgive you, I'm not at all upset or anything. It's so nice that you both think of me." I moved across to sit on his lap. "I was a bit down last week. You two are so happy. I know I'm part of that but, oh you know, sometimes I feel like I'm intruding."

He put his arms around me and held me tight, "You'll never intrude, darling one, never. Will she Lena."

"Never," she said as he came over and moved me to one knee then sat on the other. She held me tightly and we all shared a moment of togetherness. But I had some questions for them. I needed some help, advice I suppose. I moved form his knee to the chair opposite.

"I really need you to help now," I said looking at them both. "I had some strange and wonderful feelings last night and I don't know how to deal with them or what effect they'll have on us all."

"I know what you felt like," said Lena softly, looking from Mike to me. "You felt as if you belonged in his arms didn't you? And when you kissed him it was like and electric shock. When he touched you it was thrilling wasn't it. And when he held you close you were frightened."

"How did you know all that," I asked surprised that she was so perceptive.

"Because that's how I felt when I first knew I was in love with Mike," she said looking at him with eyes full of love, "that's how I feel now. I belong in his arms, he belongs in mine. I know that's right. When he kisses me it is like an electric shock sending a zinging feeling all over me. When he touches me, well you know what that does. And I am frightened sometimes," she touched him softly on the cheek, "frightened of how strong these feelings are. So, yes I know how you felt, I could see it on your face. You're frightened aren't you, scared stiff at all these feelings inside. Butterflies when he looks at you," I nodded, "heart beating when he holds you." Again I nodded. "You feel you want to hold him forever and never let go, right." Another nod. 

She walked over to me and hugged me tight before pulling away and saying, "Oh Joanna, I'm so pleased for you. Now you know, know how I feel, how you should feel as you fall in love." She was ecstatic. "Oh Mike isn't it wonderful, Jo's falling in love. Oh, I'm so happy." She was almost skipping round the kitchen in her pleasure at how I felt. I wasn't so sure.

"I can't be certain of that can I. Oh I felt all those things last night but I've only met him once haven't I, danced a little and eaten with him. It's much too early to say anything like that. Tell her Mike," I virtually begged him. For some reason I became frightened, frightened of my feelings.

He stood and held me, "What are you frightened of Jo. You looked like someone who was falling in love last night. So did he for that matter. Why are you afraid. Is it Steve?"

I didn't know myself really but he was right, I was afraid. More that just frightened of my feelings, frightened of where they would lead me. I felt nothing as strong as this with Steve but still my feelings for him had betrayed me. That wasn't all. My feelings for Mike and Lena were strong, where would these new feelings for Guy leave them. I couldn't bear the thought of losing either or both of them. I was so confused. I sorry to say that I started to cry. This caused a major problem as Lena got so worried about me she got really upset as well. Thankfully Mike took us both under control and guided us into the lounge to talk it all out.

Well, I managed to blurt all this out, explain about Steve, about how I felt about them and, finally, how I felt about Guy. I desperately wanted to see him again, have him touch me, near me. I don't know how to explain it but I felt as if a part of me was missing despite the short time I had known him.

As usual Mike was the most calm. Lena was as bad as me, her happiness at me apparently falling for Guy overshadowed by how it would effect the three of us.

"OK," he said, "now we'll all sit down and talk about this calmly. Lena, you go and make some coffee. Jo, you just sit there quietly for a moment and gather your thoughts." So Lena and I did. When she came back with the coffee we were both calmer.

"Now," he said calmly, "of course you're frightened Jo. Strong feelings like those you have for Guy always frighten. You feel you're out of control. Well, in this case I don't think it matters. Be out of control," he added smiling at me, "I think that you may well enjoy it."

"But what about Steve. I felt a bit like this with him. Oh not so powerful but similar nevertheless?"

He smiled again, "Yes," he said, "you're frightened of being hurt again. Well I can't say for certain but from the look of that young man last night, and I know him fairly well, he was equally smitten with you. I suspect he would go through fire, famine, and flood for you. As for hurting you, never intentionally. Of that I'm absolutely sure. He's a good man, shy with women, but a good man." This last he said with much feeling.

"Do you really think so, would he do that for me?" I asked naively.

"Well, as I said, I can't say for certain but I would bet my life on it. Look, I remember Lena telling me what you said to her when she first decided to seduce me," he smiled at her and she poked her tongue out at him and pouted outrageously, "'don't die wondering' you said remember?"

I had said that hadn't I.

"That was good advice then Jo," said Lena, "and I think it's good advice now."

They made up my mind. "You're both right," I said with a light-hearted glow, "there is no point is there. If I live the rest of my life with Steve on my shoulder I'll never meet anyone else." Then sadness hit me, "But what about us?"

He held my hands again and looked me in the eye. "The decision is yours isn't it. I don't want to lose you." Then he looked upwards, "Oh that doesn't sound right. Look, oh I don't know how to say this. Lena, help please." I was unusual for him to be lost for words so I knew that he was profoundly moved at this point.

"I think he means that he loves going to bed with you but that he doesn't just not want to lose you because of that. There's more to his love for you than just sex. Just as there is more than that in my love for you. We can't love you the same way that Guy might love you. I don't know but perhaps that's only possible one at a time but we do love you all the same. I think what Mike means is that you might have to make that choice, the choice between him and us."

I was devastated. I didn't want to have to make a choice like that. "I couldn't do that," I said distressed and nearly in tears. "Surely he wouldn't ask me to do that."

Mike answered, "No Jo, I don't think he would. I know him, goodness me he's been like a son to me for nearly 10 years," he said strangely, "he's too kind and thoughtful to put someone he really loved in that position. The other thing is that anyone who really loved you could never ask you to make that decision. But we don't know do we."

"Would you be willing to share him?" asked Lena.

"Why," I asked sharply, "do you want him?"

"Well," she replied looking at Mike, "yes I do. Mike knows that. I've always fancied him but that's not the reason I'm asking now. If you want us to stay together then you are asking him to share you, aren't you?"

"I hadn't thought of it like that. Oh dear, this gets very complicated doesn't it."

Lena laughed, "That's exactly what I thought when I first realised the complications of sharing Mike," she said as she looked over at him lovingly, "but we overcame them didn't we. Well, would you share him. It would only be with me I think, yes Mike?" she ended archly.

He laughed, "Oh yes indeed," he said, "I am totally heterosexual. I know it sounds a bit hypocritical but I've never had the slightest bit of interest in another man. Well, not in that way certainly. I don't know. Is it that it's easier for a woman? You two have no hang-ups about your relationship. I don't know. But yes, you would only have to share him with Lena."

"But how would you feel about that," I asked him, "surely you'd be jealous. After all he's only 24 isn't he?" As I said it I realised that it was a cruel thing to say to him, especially as I knew how much he worried about Lena and younger men. I rushed into his arms, hugged him, and burst into tears. "Oh, I'm so sorry, so, so sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh Lena, I'm sorry."

He pulled away and took my face in his hands, "It's the truth isn't it and sometimes the truth hurts," he said sadly, "but you must know Joanna, that I love Caroline with all my heart and, if she found a younger man with whom she was truly happy, I would never stand in her way."

Now he had two of us in tears because Lena rushed over and threw her arms around him sobbing, "I won't ever leave you, never, never, never," she said vehemently, "do you hear, never."

He kissed us both and sat us down again, both sniffling. "Look, I wouldn't be jealous if Lena went with Guy, how could I be. You go with me don't you, and you want to continue. Lena goes with you, I'm not jealous of you. Why should I be jealous of Guy. I love him as well, in my own way. I've told Lena," he said in that strange tone of voice, "he's like the son I haven't had so I'm not jealous. I'm like Lena I suppose. I want everyone to be happy. You two looked wonderful together last night. Like two star-crossed lovers, two teenagers on their first date. It was lovely wasn't it Lena?"

This brought a smile to her face. "It was so funny when you started dancing. You got closer and closer together. Then you put your arms round each other and you rested your head on his shoulder. Oh it looked so natural. Then you looked up and jumped away like a scalded cat. Both of you standing in the middle of the floor staring at each other. Oh Joanna, you've got to go for this. It's right, I know it is, it feels right and you look so good together." Then she added with a tiny pout and an arching of her eyebrows, "And, if there's a chance of sharing think of all the combinations."

"Lena you are terrible," I laughed and the tension had gone and I knew I was going to go for this. Not throw myself at him but just let nature take it's course.

"Have you made up your mind," Mike asked me gently, "and take no notice of that sexy minx over there," he added laughing, "I'll take care of her tomorrow night!" She poked her tongue out at him again and made an outrageous pout.

I laughed at the two of them, so happy. So was I now that I had talked it over with them. "Yes," I said, "I'm not going to push things, just let it take it's course, but I don't suppose I'll see him until the wedding will I."

"Well," he said smiling, "I've a little surprise for you. Part of our plan I'm afraid. He's bringing the car back tomorrow and we're all going out to lunch, is that OK."

My heart skipped a beat, I'd see him tomorrow. Was it OK, you bet it was. "I can see that it is OK," he said laughing, "are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Mmm," I said, "yes, I'm ready." Then I threw my arms round his neck, "Thank you, it's a nice surprise," and I kissed him.

"I hope you're going to behave yourself Joanna, we can't have you showing us up tomorrow." This from Lena!

I laughed at with her, "No, I'm all right now but I really can't wait to see him again. Is that how you felt with Mike?"

"Mmm, not immediately but it slowly grew to be like that as I realised how much I loved him, yes it was." She looked at him and smiled, "And now I can't bear to be away from him. That's the only problem with this love thing," she said smiling wanly, "it's bloody good but it's painful sometimes."

Mike walked over to her and put his arms round her, "It's a pain I'd suffer a thousand times for the reward of you loving me," he said to her, and he meant it. She started to sniffle then but he shushed her with a kiss. Would Guy be like that, oh how I hoped he would. Would he say things like that to me. I saw the effect they had on Lena, and I knew the effect of what he said had on me. If they were said by the man I truly and totally loved how much stronger would these feelings be.

Just at that moment the 'phone rang and Mike went to the study to take it. He was gone quite a while which gave Lena and me a chance to chatter about last night and Guy.

"I'm sorry if I upset you but I wanted you to take notice of him and the best way to do that was for me to tease him. I do normally but not that much. Am I forgiven?"

I smiled at her, "Of course. It was funny wasn't it, to see his face when you kissed him like that. He does fancy you doesn't he?"

"Well, Mike reckons he does. He says that Guys eyes follow me all the time," then she lowered her voice, "he says that Guy probably masturbates thinking of me. Shame really, now he'll be thinking of you!"

"Lena, you're incorrigible. Mike doesn't know that does he."

"No, not really. I think he was only kidding but I bet he dreamt of you last night as much as you dreamt of him. You did didn't you?"

"Mmm, I did. Two big blue eyes and dancing, dancing all night. Oh Lena is it really true, could he be the one?"

She laughed, "I wouldn't be surprised the way you're behaving but look, take it easy now. You told me to do that, remember. If he is you'll soon know. See him tomorrow then you can judge how you feel, and how he seems. Oh, I'm so excited," she ended cuddling me.

Just then Mike came back into the room with a face like thunder.

"What's the matter darling?" asked Lena, concerned.

"I've just been talking to the shrew of Paddington," he said angrily.

"Who?"

"My middle daughter Belinda. I'm afraid I lost my temper with her."

Lena went to him, "Why, what did she say?"

"Well," he said, "I won't repeat that. Suffice to say she was rude about you. I ignored it the first time and tried to explain to her what we had but she wouldn't listen and insisted on calling you names. She's just got the letter, you know, the one from Nerys, so she knows I've changed my will. Greedy cow," he ended angrily.

"It doesn't matter does it. I don't mind what they call me. I suppose they must be upset getting a stepmother younger than they are."




Caroline Ch. 06.05



"But they shouldn't be should they. I told Belinda that I loved you, she laughed and said I was a besotted fool tempted by a young pair of knickers so I put the phone down on her."

"Are they all like that?" I asked.

"No," he said resignedly, "when I told my youngest we were getting married she told me to 'go for it', go out with a bang she said." He managed a smile and ogled Lena, "I like the 'bang' idea but I'm not sure about the 'go out' bit."

Lena laughed as his mood relaxed a bit, "I like the 'bang' bit as well and I suppose I should be flattered by the 'young pair of knickers'."

"She always did have a sharp tongue did Belinda. I wouldn't mind but they are filthy rich, worth more than me. Look Lena, I'm going to have to go and see them all, try to patch things up. I'm not going to invite them to the wedding." He suddenly became very earnest as he took Lena by the shoulders, "They are part of my life, but a part that is behind me, you are my life now. You, Jo, Guy, and, God willing, our young one. But I've got to 'close' this Lena. Do you mind if I go and see them this afternoon and tonight."

She kissed him and snuggled up, "No, I don't mind. Do you want me to come with you, you know, moral support?"

"I'd love for you to come but it wouldn't be fair. I think Jane would be OK, she's the youngest, but the other two would be difficult and it would mean you either waiting outside or being insulted. I'm not prepared to put up with that so it's best, I think, that you stay and keep Jo company. After all," he said smiling, "I'm sure the two of you can spend hours deciding how to change Guy. Remember, he is very inexperienced!"

Lena didn't laugh, she was obviously worried about him, "Are you sure? It's not going to be very pleasant is it?"

"Oh, it's OK. I can deal with them. Anyway, they've all got their own lives to lead. They shouldn't try to tell me how to live mine should they. Look, I'll take the other car and leave shortly. I'll stay overnight with Jane and I'll be back mid-morning in time to get ready to go out, OK?"

"I'll miss you," Lena said.

"So will I," I said quietly.

"You two look after each other," he said the laughing added, "I'll just have quick shower then I'll leave. Now don't you two do anything I wouldn't do tonight."

"We couldn't could we," I laughed, "we don't have the right equipment!"

Lena insisted that he have a sandwich and coffee before he left and the saw him off. I was in the kitchen clearing up when I heard her the front door close. She didn't come in the kitchen and I wondered where she'd gone, then I heard crying from the lounge. I went in and found her sitting and crying.

"Oh Lena," I said, "what's the matter. You haven't had a row have you?"

"No," she managed to say, "no, we haven't had a row."

"Why are you crying then?"

"Jo, he might not come back, they might change his mind. They are his daughters after all, and he has five grandchildren. He might think it's too much to lose, you know, if he marries me. Even carries on with me. Jo, I'm so frightened."

"Lena, Lena. Don't cry," I said cuddling her. "He'll be back. He told you didn't he. Oh, sometimes I get so exasperated with you. He loves you, you must know that by now. You are his family now, you, me, Guy possibly, and your baby. You've got to stop doubting him you know. He doesn't doubt you does he, you know, with Guy. Now stop crying and buck up. Don't be silly. He will be back, you know that really don't you, don't you?"

Quietly she said, "Yes, I suppose I do, but Jo, he has all that past that I'm not a part of. It frightens me, it frightens me that it all might call to him, you know, make him regret me and everything. He does love me doesn't he?"

"You silly girl, of course he does. Look what he said earlier. Has he ever lied to you, seriously, has he?"

"No," she stuttered.

"Well then, why do you doubt him now. Come on. I insist you stop crying and come and help me in the kitchen. Then we're going out shopping. I want something to wear tomorrow to turn Guy's head and you can help me choose it. OK?"

She sniffled and stopped crying. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't doubt him should I? You won't tell him will you. It's just that I don't like being away from him now. Jo, this love business is very painful you know." Then she smiled, her mood changing, "What are you going to wear for him, sexy or demure. Come on tell me?"

So she was all right now and, after we'd cleared up, we went out shopping. What to wear. Lena wanted sexy, but then she always did. Lena loved sex. I found that out about her very early on, soon after she came to live with me. She spent a lot of time in my bed, sad, lonely, and upset about what she had heard. She wasn't naïve, she'd seen and heard enough of her mother with men that she knew what sex was all about, but she was a virgin then. Hearing these two boys talk about raping her, having her bottom, tying her up, everything, had really upset her. That's why she ran away. When we'd played together as kids we'd touch each other, exploring the way kids do, but never anything else. It was never sexual. 

I suppose I had always wanted her really, without knowing it. We are both really lucky. Men are our favourite but we like each other and other women as well. I suppose you'd say we were bi-sexual. We found that out after a couple of years of living together. Lena was just eighteen and I as 21. Lena isn't beautiful in the accepted sense of the word, button nose, lovely mouth, big blue eyes, and a smile you'd die for, she's cute, cute as a button and she has that certain something, something sexual about her. Even more so now she's so experienced with Mike but even at sixteen she was sexy. She says I'm more classically beautiful than her, I don't know but I didn't really have that certain thing she had: confidence? I don't know. When we slept together later then it just came naturally to both of us. Kissing, then touching, then licking: the whole thing and we enjoyed each other so much. 

I was worried then that she mightn't be interested in blokes. I'd had a couple of boyfriends, had sex with one, not bad but not very good either, so I wasn't a virgin and loving Lena like that didn't make me like boys any the less. When we made love in those days she was so intense, passionate. I suppose it was a release, a release from the fear of what might have happened to her at home. Because I was worried I introduced her to a few boys and, before long, she had a steady young man, bit of a twerp really, but she did bed him. And I mean it that way, she was not one to hang about so, in the end I was worried the other way, that she was too interested in boys, and in sex. I sort of put a block on it really, controlled her more, explained to her how she should value herself and, fortunately, she took notice and calmed down a bit.

I suppose that's why Mike is so good for her. He may not have her every night like some young stud but when he does she is well and truly 'fucked', if you'll excuse the language. (And I know now how she feels!) He's also introduced her to so many variations, anal, positions, all the things they (and we) do, not to mention all the things she's seen in the DVD she wants to try. So she's happy on that front, she gets all the sex she needs.

What she needs more than anything however, is stability. That why she got so upset today about Mike, she fears deep down that it's all just temporary and might disappear, Her mother was not the best, 'uncles' all the time, different men in the house, so she never knew that father figure. I'm sure that, in a way, Mike is that for her also. I'd tried to be like a mum to her but I'm only three years older, so sometimes I have to be her sister and I'm also her lover. I'm glad she's found sex and stability. I suppose it is that fear of losing that which affects her sometimes, like today.

I'm sorry to digress but it is important for you to understand how she feels so you won't think she's some sort of sex maniac. She's just a highly sexed young woman. So, when we go out shopping for clothes, for whatever occasion, she always wants to dress sexy.

"You should make him want you. You are very sexy you know, and he does fancy you." She was trying to make me buy low cut stuff, semi see-through stuff, tight jeans. Anything to say 'sex' to him but I thought that was wrong. I thought that might scare him off.

"Lena, I'm not going to wear anything like that tomorrow and that's final. I'm certain that will scare him off. Look, he still thinks that I belong to Mike doesn't he, despite what I said and what Mike said, so it's important to make him like me, sex can wait. I don't want to be throwing myself at him, just be nice to him, friendly and interested. I thinks that's best. What do you say, come on, honestly?"

"I suppose so," she said reluctantly.

"Anyway," I said, "we'll be going to Italy on Sunday so there's not much point in trying too hard now is there."

She gave a little smile, "No, not really," she said strangely.

I was puzzled. Lena's not good at hiding things, she has too open a personality for that, so I was sure something was going on but decided not to press her. In the end I chose a pair of black trousers, tight at the waist but not too much around my bum. A lovely pink blouse, not see through with long ruffled sleeves. Very elegant I thought and a new pair of shoes, about 2 inch heels. I had a black jacket at home I could wear if I needed to.

Lena was going to wear scarlet. It was Mike's favourite, with skirt and boots. He always liked me in that as well. Scarlet is his favourite colour for his women!

Home then, with a couple of oven meals followed by an evening in front of the TV. Lena was still a bit sad, missing Mike I think. I was thinking about tomorrow and Guy. 

"Jo," Lena interrupted my reverie, "can I make love to you tonight?" And she looked at me with her 'little girl' face. "I'm so sad. I need you. Please."

That's another thing about Lena. Sex is like a release for her. If she feels low, sad, depressed, sex seems to be her solution. Well, I always like sex with Lena so, despite the fact that I, deep down inside, would rather continue thinking about Guy, I smiled and nodded 'yes' to her.

She came and sat next to me, "What were you thinking about. Guy, I bet?"

I laughed, "Yes, Guy. I wonder how he'll be tomorrow. Did I imagine it all last night. Perhaps he isn't so interested in me as I think."

"Oh, I shouldn't worry about that," she laughed, "he's interested all right but he won't make a pass at you. You know that don't you?"

"I suppose so. When we come back from Italy I'll have to get Mike to have a word with him. If he continues to think that I'm 'taken' by his uncle her certainly won't want to know."

"No, you're right. I don't suppose he will but Mike will have a word with him I'm sure. Especially if he's really interested in you. We'll know tomorrow I think, don't you?"

I looked at her lovingly, "Oh Lena, I hope so but I'm so worried about meeting him again."

She laughed, "You'll be all right. I promise I won't embarrass him this time."

I smiled softly, reached for her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Shall we bath together?"

"I'd like that," she said, "thank you Jo. I love you."

"I know," I said, "and I love you too." And we undressed and bathed together. We sat there for a while, talking about Mike and Guy mainly. Mike was central to our lives now and, well for me anyway, Guy was very much in my mind. 

"I wonder what he's like in bed," Lena said giggling. "He's not experienced so I bet he's a 'quick shooter' don't you?"

"How would I know," I said laughing at her. "Lena you are terrible you know, but you're probably right. It takes a lot of practice and control to behave like Mike does."

"Just think," she said archly, smiling at me, "imagine if you, or we, if you let me, can get him to last as long as Mike and he's young so he'll 'reload' quickly. We could go on all night with the two of them."

I laughed, "Lena, I'm not thinking about sex with him at the moment. It's too early for that. We have lunch tomorrow and then I suppose I'll see him at the wedding, then back here. That's the time to start thinking, only thinking mind, about sex. And, only if we still feel good about each other."

"Mmm," she said with that funny little smile. She was up to something! "Come on," she said, "lets get dried. I want you. All this talking about sex with Guy is getting me excited and I hope it's getting you excited too."

Truth to say, it was. So we dried off. Just as we finished the phone rang. "That'll be Mike," Lena said rushing downstairs, starkers, to get the phone. I could hear her end of the conversation.

"We've just had a bath."

"Nothing."

"No, nothing. I'm naked."

She giggled. "You naughty man." More giggling.

"Shall I touch myself?"

"Where?" Then calling to me, "Jo, come down here and listen."

"Yes, she's coming down."

"Yes, she's naked too." To me, "He's on the mobile in his youngest daughter's spare bedroom. Listen." She held the phone so we could both hear.

"Put he phone on speaker," he said, "then you can have your hands free. You must do what I tell you." She switched the phone over so we could hear.

She giggled, "Only if you do what we tell you."

"All right, sexpot," laughter then his voice came over the speaker. "You first."

"What have you got on," Lena asked.

"Pyjamas, bottoms."

"Take them off." A short silence then a shuffle. Lena giggled. "Are you naked?"

"Yes. My turn," he said, "Kiss Jo," I looked at her and she raised her eyebrows. I'd certainly never done this nor had she, I think. Phone sex! I nodded and we kissed.

"Tongues," he said, "now Lena. Kiss Jo's nipples." She did. "Your turn Jo. Tell me what she's doing."

I got into the mood, mainly because Lena was biting and sucking my nipples at the time. "She's licking my boobs. Now she's got my nipple in her mouth. Ooohhh, that's lovely. She's sucking. Oh dear, wonderful." I was laying it on a bit thick for him. Then I said, "Are you hard yet?" Lena looked up from my boobs and giggled.

"Not quite yet. What do you want me to do?"

"Imagine Lena is sucking your cock," I said. "She's got her tongue round the end, poking into that little hole. Is that good?"

"Mmm," he said, "mind if I wank?" Laughter.

"Don't you dare cum," shouted Lena, laughing. "I want it tomorrow."

"I won't," he said. "Now, Jo you are kneeling on the edge of the bed, Lena is underneath you licking you. You lick her. Come on, get like that on the floor."

We looked at each other, giggled and got into position. And we started to lick each other. Lena had finished her period so that was lucky. So there we were in 69 on the lounge floor with the phone on speaker next to us. We weren't giggling now.

"Now I'm coming up behind you Jo. You can feel my cock bouncing off your bottom,"

"Oh yes, yes."

"Where do you want it? Front door or back. It's really hard for you now, bigger than usual like and iron bar. Where Jo, pussy or bottom?"

We were getting into this now. Lena called out, "Let me choose. Surprise her."

"OK Lena, you've got hold of my cock now, how big is it?" I was getting really excited now. Lena was working on my pussy with her tongue sending shivers up my spine. She stopped to speak.

"Ooohhh, it's really big Jo. I'm going to suck it first. Can you feel my tongue round the head. So hot, so hard."

"You're licking Jo now and she's licking you." I was. "Tongues deep inside each other. Now I'm sticking my tongue in your bottom Jo. Put your finger in Lena's bottom, right in. Now." I did and she moaned into my pussy, her tongue pressing against me. 

Then Lena, leaving my sex for a moment. "I've got your cock now, nice and wet from my mouth. Are you wanking, playing with yourself. Is it nice?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he said breathlessly.

"Don't you bloody cum," she said laughing, "'cos now I'm putting your cock head against Jo's pussy. Now you push forward. It's going in, right in up to the hilt." As she said this she pushed three fingers into me. I shouted, "Oh shit," nearly cumming. 

Then he said, "Now Jo, now I'm going to fuck your bottom. Do you want it, want it in there. Tell me."

"Oh yes. Please stick it in my back door." Now Lena had two fingers pushing past my anus. Sod it, I was cumming. I moaned into the phone, "I'm cumming, Ooohhh, oh shit."

He continued, "I'm filling you with spunk now Jo, is it good. Do you like it? Tell me you like it."

"Oh, I like it. I love it when you fill my bottom with spunk. What about Lena?" I said as my orgasm came down. "Your not hard any more."

He laughed, "This is fantasy. I'm still hard as a rock. Turn over. I'm going to fuck Lena now. Do you want that Lena. Want my cock in you?"

"Oh shit yes, anywhere but please fuck me."

"Where shall we put it Jo, front or back. You choose."

"What about here," I said as I fingered her pussy, "in her pussy. No, let's try this lovely tight little hole here," as I gently probed her tight anus. "Oh my that's a tight little anus. I wonder if this great big thing will fit. Shall we try Lena, shall we?" I asked playfully.

"Oh fuck, stick it up my fucking arse," she shouted out in frustration. "It's been there before, it'll fucking fit!"

"Stick it in her arse Jo, right up. Ooohhh, that's good. Such a tight little ring gripping my cock. So hot. So tight," said Mike as I pushed three fingers into Lena's bottom and sucked on her clit.

She screamed as her orgasm hit her, "Oh fuckkkkkkkk, that's bloody marvellous."

I heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone. "I hope nobody's taped that one," he said laughing. "Are you both all right?"

We were both a bit breathless. It was good, different. 

He was still laughing on the other end of the phone. "Lena, are you OK,"

"You didn't bloody cum," she laughed down the phone. "I can't stand waste."

"No," he said, "did you."

"Yes," she said with a giggle, "this is really naughty."

"What about Jo? Jo, did you."

"Mmm," I said, "that was good. Fun. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes. Now I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night! Look you two, go to bed now and enjoy yourselves. I'm going to lie here and imagine what you're doing. Lena, I love you. Jo, I love you. Kiss each other for me. I'll see you in the morning. Bye." With that he hung up. Never liked long goodbyes!

I turned to Lena. "That was fun. I've never done that before."

"No," she said, "but now let's go to bed and do it properly. I want to make love to you."

So we went upstairs to my bedroom and made love. We only came once each. I think we were both excited from the 'phone sex' with Mike. Afterward we lay there in the dark chatting to each other.

"What do you really think of Guy," Lena asked.

"I don't know what to think," I said. "It's so early isn't it. I am attracted to him, I can't seem to help myself and I dreamt of him last night."

"Did you?" She sat up, "Were they naughty. Tell me. What did he do?"

I laughed, "No Lena, they were not naughty and he didn't do anything. We just danced, danced for ages and he held me, not close, just held me. All I really remember is dancing and big brown eyes."

"I wonder what he's like in bed," she said.

"Lena!!"

"Well," she said, "you must have thought about that."

"No, I haven't," I said seriously, "I haven't thought about him that way at all. He's nice and I like him. I'll think about that when we come back from Italy."

"Hmmm," she said. "I wonder how big he is."

"Lena!! Stop it. I don't want to think about him that way, at least not yet. Stop talking like that, do you hear."

"I'm sorry," she said reaching over to kiss me, "I'm teasing. I'm glad you like him. I really am happy for you."

I kissed her back, "Thank you Lena, no more teasing please."




Caroline Ch. 06.05



"OK, no more teasing."

"Lena," I said seriously, "about tomorrow night, you know, with Mike."

"Mmm." 

"Well, I think you two should be alone. You should have him all to yourself."

"Why?"

"Look, he hasn't been alone with you for ages. He's had two of us to cope with even though you didn't take part. You know he worries about being able to keep up with us. Oh, you know, you two need to be together. Show each other how much you care. I'll sleep on my own."

"It's not because of Guy is it?"

"No, it's not because of Guy. I still want Mike and I intend to have him everywhere at the weekend. Perhaps we can even try DP but I really do think that you should enjoy each other. I don't mind really. I'll go to bed and dream of Guy.

"You'll have to explain it to him. He'll worry about it. You know what he's like."

"I don't mind. I'll tell him tomorrow after lunch. Come on, let's go to sleep now. I'm getting tired and you need your sleep to prepare for tomorrow night."

As usual after sex I slept like a log and woke refreshed. I must have dreamt about Guy, I had this feeling of blue eyes watching me, but I didn't remember anything. Lena was sound asleep next to me so I got up and started to make breakfast. She came down, bleary eyed, about 15 minutes later and we had breakfast together. We weren't sure what time Mike would arrive back home nor what time Guy would bring the car back so we decided to get ready early and be out of the way for Mike. As the morning progressed Lena was getting more agitated about whether he would come back.

"Lena. I've told you, he will be back." But of course she was working herself into a state. Thankfully he wasn't very late, arriving about 10.30. Lena rushed to the front door when she heard the car draw and opened it for him. He looked drawn, tired, and stressed. I assumed that he had had a fairly unpleasant day and evening yesterday. Lena threw her arms around his neck and started to cry. With a puzzled expression on his face he began to hold her and shush her.

"Lena, darling, what's the matter."

"Nothing," she said belying the point completely.

He looked at me, "Jo," he said questioningly, "do you know."

I smiled at him, "Yes," I said, "it's the usual self doubt. She thought you might get reminded too much of your old life and not come back or not want her any more. I've told her she's silly but you know how she is."

"Yes, I know how she is." He prised her away from himself and took her head in his hands. Looking straight into her tear laden eyes he said, "Caroline, I love you. I will never leave you. We are going to be married and you are going to have my baby. You must stop thinking that I'm going to leave you. I won't."

She looked up at him, "I'm sorry to doubt you. I shouldn't, I know but, but . . .,"

"Oh darling I know. All those men with your mum. They left didn't they, one after another. I understand how you feel but I'm not like them. You are mine, my love, my life. Now go and fix that face, you know crying is no good for you. I'm going to have a shower then a cup of coffee before Guy arrives. Jo, can you try to sort her out. You look lovely by the way, you both do. Lena, if you haven't sorted yourself out by the time I come out of the shower I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you, understand?"

I laughed, "I've got to say Mike, that's not much of a threat is it. She'd probably enjoy it." This made us all laugh as he patted her bottom and headed for the shower.

"Come on Lena, fix your face and snap out of it. He's back and I think you might have upset him a bit. He looks very troubled. You can't go on doubting him you know, it's not fair. He doesn't doubt you does he. All that flirting at the party with the boys, he didn't throw a wobbly did he. You've got to trust him or you could have the very effect that you're frightened of."

She sniffled and hugged me, "Yes, you're right. I've got to trust him. I promise I'll be better in future." Then she smiled, "Mind, spanking does sound interesting. I wonder where it would lead."

I laughed, "I think it would lead to you getting screwed. Come on we'll make some coffee."

Mike came down a little later looking somewhat refreshed. He told us about his daughters. The eldest, Elizabeth, just thought he was a bit of an old fool falling for a young girl but she wasn't vindictive and wished him well. She wasn't worried about the will understanding why he did it. Belinda was difficult. She ranted at him when he turned up at the house and barely let him in. He said he tried to tell her how he felt but she wouldn't listen, calling Lena all the names under the sun. In the end he washed his hands of her, leaving with a bitter feeling in his mouth. Thankfully his youngest, Jane, was easier. She wasn't worried about the money either although, he said, she was the worst off of the three. Her husband had left her with two children. Mike told us that he was giving her money each month to ensure they were OK and could keep their house. She'd been pleased to see him and, he said, she wanted to meet Lena, her new step mum. He'd phoned us from there.

"So," he said as he finished telling us all this, "that's all behind me now. Apart from helping Jane but Nerys is taking care of that." He took Lena's hand, "Now it's just us, the three of us," then looking at me, "or possibly four," and patting Lena's tummy, "hopefully five if all goes well." He looked at her, "Do you love me?" he said to her.

"Lots and lots," she said kissing him, "and I know you love me and you'll never leave me." That seemed to put and end to the problem, at least for the moment. 

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 06.06



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This is another chapter laying down the relationship between Jo and Guy. As with most of Chapter 6 it tends towards the romantic. There is more sex on the way – honestly!). 

Joanna's Tale, 05: Jo sorts Guy out!

(No sex)

Then the doorbell rang and my heart started to beat 13 to the dozen and the butterflies put in an appearance.

"You go," Mike said.

"Yes, go on," said Lena.

Well, I wanted too but I didn't want to. It's difficult to explain. I wanted to see him again but I was frightened, just like Mike had said, frightened of my feelings. I was also frightened that I'd imagined everything on Sunday and that he didn't like me at all. So, you see, I was torn. Then it rang again.

"Jo," said Lena, "go on or I will. And I will tease him."

That settled it, as she knew it would. I wouldn't let her do that to him again, not if I could help it, so off I went to the front door with my heart pounding and the butterflies in my stomach dancing madly. I stood and brushed myself down, hair and clothes, to look my best and opened the door. There he was, tall, slim and oh so handsome, looking down at me. Our eyes met and I knew straight away that I hadn't been mistaken on Sunday. He smiled shyly, "Hello, Joanna," he said. 'Joanna', he used my full name. Very formal.

"Hello Guy," I smiled back. Then, on impulse, I reached up and lightly kissed his cheek. "It's nice to see you again. Come on in."

"Thanks, you look nice," he said looking away as he was seemingly made shy again by my kiss.

"Thank you kind sir," I said giving him a big smile.

"We're in the lounge," shouted Lena so I took him in there. Lena jumped up and walked up to him. You could see his apprehension as she said, "Hello Guy." Then she simply did the same as I did and kissed him gently on the cheek. He seemed surprised as he smiled back at her, "Hello Lena. Hello uncle. How are you all?"

"Ciao Guy," said Mike, "I think we're all fine. Jo, are you fine?" he said looking at me with laughter in his eyes. 

"Mmm," I said looking at Guy, "I'm fine now."

He blushed of course. I would have to be very careful with him. He certainly seemed to lack confidence when talking to me. I didn't want him to think that he had a 'loose woman' here. He knew I was sleeping with Mike so he might think I was a bit like that. He must be aware that I was experienced but I didn't want to flaunt it. Lena sat him on the sofa and I sat in one of the chairs almost opposite. He was looking at me all the time. I felt shy and embarrassed, why I don't know. I was behaving like a schoolgirl again.

"Come on Lena we'll make some more coffee," said Mike as he dragged her out of the lounge and left us alone.

The silence was deafening. It was obvious he wasn't going to say anything; too shy. I was tongue tied as well. You know how it is, you can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound stupid. Well, this wouldn't do, I had to break the ice and let him know how I felt.

"Guy," I said fixing him with my eyes, "you know I like you don't you?"

"Do, do you," he said hesitantly and looking up at me. "I do too," he added

"What, like yourself?" I said teasing him.

"No. Oh no. No. I'm sorry. No I didn't mean that. Oh hell." He was embarrassed even more and now having trouble saying what he wanted.

"What did you mean then." Of course I knew but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I, I, I, I like you too," he managed to say after a struggle.

I felt so sorry for him then. I'd teased him. At that moment I vowed never to tease him again. I moved over and sat next to him. "I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't tease. I knew what you meant and it's nice that you like me." I smiled my best smile at him, "I like that you like me."

He smiled back gaining confidence and showed his sense of humour, "And I like that you like that I like you. Your turn."

I laughed and took his hand. Oh dear. Something like electricity seemed to pass between us. This was very, very dangerous. At the drop of a hat at that moment I would have done anything for him. Thankfully I suppose, he didn't know that. He must have felt something as well, he looked shocked as he pulled his hand away.

"I dreamt of you," he said.

"Me too."

"What dreamt about yourself?" he asked smiling.

I jabbed him in the ribs and laughed, "No silly, dreamt about you. Nice dreams. Your dreams, were they nice?"

He smiled, "Mmm, yes nice."

"Were they naughty?"

He was shocked and terribly embarrassed, "No, no, no. We were dancing, just dancing. Honestly." He seemed to think that naughty dreams would have offended me. He was going to be very difficult indeed. "I was only kidding. We were dancing in mine as well, dancing for hours. I enjoyed it."

He looked deep into my eyes, "I enjoyed it too, more than anything." I went all gooey, soppy, and I blushed and looked away. I BLUSHED. This was going to be good. He had the same ability as Mike, to say things like that as if he meant then, not just for effect.

"I enjoyed mine as well."

"Enjoyed what," said Lena as she and Mike came back into the room. He looked panic stricken. I could see that he didn't want to get Lena involved in this. He feared, I should think, that she would tease him again.

"Sunday night," I said looking at him, "enjoyed the party." She gave me a knowing look but she didn't press it. She was in her adult mode now, she wasn't going to tease him today, I could tell. She was going to be like a big sister, to us both I suspect.

With Mike back in the room the conversation moved on. He is very good at bringing people in and after a while Guy grew in confidence. I hoped it was because I was sitting close to him and our hips were touching. I could feel the heat from his body exactly where it touched mine. It was glorious. Just for a moment I imagined us naked together. How would that feel. Then I caught Lena looking at me and I knew that she was aware of exactly what I was thinking. She gave me a little knowing smile and started chattering. I took hold of myself. I mustn't think like that. It was too early and I wouldn't see him for nearly 7 weeks so I just enjoyed the feeling of him close to me.

We finished our coffee and Mike moved us off to lunch. We were going to his usual place about ½ an hour away. It was really nice there because he always had the same table. Very secluded and private. You could chat and not be overlooked or overheard.

It was marvellous. They were perfect gentlemen. Guy was a carbon copy of Mike in that respect. No young man I'd ever been out with was so polite and considerate. They sat us both, ordered for us (after checking what we wanted of course), tasted the wine. It was so posh. All through dinner we talked, about me, about Lena, about Mike and about Guy. He told us about dancing, how Mike had suggested he might enjoy it. I suspect it was to get him talking to women. As it happened he did enjoy it and is quite a good dancer.

Throughout the meal however, Guy remained, not standoffish, but remote. Despite our brief flirtation in the lounge, he never really got past treating me like Mike's friend rather than a girl he was interested in. He was polite, nice, complemented me a lot, smiled, all you would expect but I sensed he was holding back. I decided that I needed to do something.

I managed to catch Lena's eye as they were talking and mouthed 'loo' at her, "Excuse me, I said, loo."

"I'll come as well," said Lena.

Mike smiled, "Why do women always go to the loo en masse. Don't get lost now."

We turned our noses up at him and waltzed off. "I've got to talk to you," I said when we got there. "Can you get Mike to have a word with him. He's fine but he's treating me like Mike's friend, not like a girl he wants to be with and I know he does want to be with me, doesn't he," I asked, suddenly uncertain.

"Mmm. I'd say that he does, he can't take his eyes off you. I expect he is still worried about what Mike will think. Look, when we get back suggest a quick trot around the garden, say you need a bit of air or something, and ask him. I'll talk to Mike." 

"How will Mike be able to have a word with him?"

"Yes, hmmm, I know. When you get back I'll be in the loo. Mike will say I felt a bit faint and ask you to see if I'm all right. That'll give him a chance to have a word with Guy."

"Won't he suspect something?"

"Oh, he probably will but he won't mind will he. He's getting a green light from Mike. He's already had hundreds from you," she added smiling at me. "You two look just right together. I can't have him treating you like a friend can I."

"I haven't have I?"

"Well, to be perfectly frank Jo, if he doesn't know that you're really interested in him he must be blind, deaf, or stupid, or all three. Come on let's get back."

When we got back to the table we put the plan into action. Guy was the perfect gentleman and offered to take me for a walk during which he was also the perfect gentleman chatting about nothing in particular and keeping me very much at arms length. Mike raised his eyebrows at Lena who just smiled. We got back to the table after about 10 minutes and Lena was missing as planned so off I went to the loo to find her.

"What's he going to say?" I asked.

"I don't know exactly. We'll have to find out tonight but he's going to make it clear that he has no claim on you and that what you do and who you go with is your own affair."

"Oh dear, he's not going to be as blunt as that is he? Guy will think I'm a tart or something."

"No, of course not. He'll be a lot more tactful than that. We need to give him a few minutes though, don't want to rush things."

"Oh Lena, I'm so nervous about this. My legs keep going all wobbly and my heart is bumping like mad. Every time he looks at me I feel like melting. These feelings are so strong, so frightening."

"I know," she said smiling, "why do you think I get upset all the time. Make up silly things to worry about like today. It's just that all these feelings are so strong, powerful. You can't stand the thought of losing them." She took my hands in hers, "Don't worry Jo, it will be all right, I know. I've got this feeling about him. If you didn't know better you could almost think that he was Mike's son rather than Silvio's."

Oh dear, I thought, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Lena had planted an idea in my mind and the soil was very fertile. I suddenly thought of his blue/grey eyes. Heck, Maria's eyes were brown! "Yes," I said quietly, "they are so alike but then he did spend a lot of time with Mike and his family didn't he, before the divorce and then they lived together for nearly four years, so something must rub off." If there was a secret, it was going to be my secret, mine and, if what I was thinking was true, Gianna's. Would Mike even know? Surely he would but knowing him he would never divulge it. We chatted for a few more minutes then went back to the table.

"Are you OK now Lena," Mike asked with concern.

"Mmm, I think it's a bit hot in here. I should have gone for a walk with Jo and Guy some fresh air might have done me some good."

I was looking at Guy. He was quiet and seemed even more shy if anything. I sat down and looked at Mike questioningly. 

"He doesn't believe me," he said looking at Guy. "He says that a beautiful woman like you couldn't possibly be really interested in a shy, bumbling bloke like him. He says that you don't need to pretend for his sake."

Guy looked up at him, "Oh uncle," he managed to say. Then he looked at me. I wanted to cry, to hit him, to hold him, to shake him. I don't often get angry but I was getting there now but I had to hold myself in check. He had so little confidence in himself and his attractiveness that even with Mike telling him I liked him, me telling him I liked him, he still didn't really believe it was possible. I was going to have to take drastic action here or we would go round in circles. I was thinking all this then I realised that Mike and Lena were both looking at me waiting for a reaction. Lena was smiling, she could read me like a book. Mike was more concerned, he didn't know what I was going to do.

I smiled coolly at both of them, "Excuse me," I said then I grabbed Guy's head and planted a kiss directly on his lips. A kiss that said far more than 'I like you'! At first he resisted, didn't respond, but he wasn't going to get away now. Slowly he started to kiss me back. It sent shivers down my spine. After what seemed like ages I had to pull away to breath. I didn't want to, nor did he!

"Come on, I need to talk to you." I grabbed his hand, pulled him with me and with a hurried, "Excuse us," I took him into the gardens.

"What did Mike say to you?" I asked him when we got outside.

Guiltily he replied, "He told me that although he loved you and he thought you loved him he had no claim on you. He said it was obvious I was attracted to you but also obvious that I was treating you as his friend rather than as someone I liked. He told me to stop acting like a fool and forget about his and your relationship. I said I didn't think you were that interested. That I thought you were just being nice because I was close to uncle Mike. I know that you are an experienced woman. I'm not. Oh hell, I'm not experienced, I mean. Look Joanna, I've never been good with girls. Most of the time they laugh at me or tease me like Lena. At college they would make fun of me. I can't help being shy. I try but it's difficult. When I went with . . . ." he stopped suddenly, "It doesn't matter," he said, "you don't have to pretend."

He was hiding something, "I'm not pretending," I said, "you're hiding something aren't you? 'When you went with . . .' What does that mean?"

"Nothing, nothing at all really." He was really up tight now. Scared. Something had happened that made him like he is, something with a girl. I was going to find out what if it killed me.

"Look Guy, I will say it again and I will keep on saying it. I AM NOT PRETENDING," I shouted. "Now tell me what you meant. Something happened didn't it."

He took a deep breath as if gathering himself, "I couldn't do it," he mumbled.

"Pardon," I honestly hadn't heard what he said.

He looked at me and took another deep breath. "I've never told anyone, not Mike, my father, my brothers, nor Maria. You mustn't say anything, please."

I leant forward, stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "No, I won't tell a soul. I promise."

He looked lost, vulnerable, defeated. It does wonders for a man's appeal you know, when a woman sees him like this. Oh not every day but perhaps once in her life.

"I went out with a girl, in my first year at college, not long after I started. Look Jo, this is embarrassing. I hadn't done it before then and we went back to her room and she expected me to, to, you know, to . . ."

"Yes," I said softly guessing what was coming, "I know."

He looked at me with his soul shining through his eyes. He was opening himself to me completely, telling me this. "I couldn't," he muttered ashamed, "I couldn't do anything. I don't know why. She was like an animal, all over me, wanting me to, you know, and she got so annoyed, angry when I couldn't. Called me a poof, queer. Said I didn't like women. She told all her friends. It was horrible Jo, they all laughed, mostly behind my back. If ever I liked a girl enough to ask her out they would get to her and she would always come back with something about me not being worth the effort. I think that's why I threw myself into my work. As a sort of escape." I touched his arm in sympathy. "That's not all," he continued. 

Oh no, I thought, what now. 

"They tricked me into meeting one of them at her flat and they were all there. They, oh this sounds silly. You won't believe me. I'd better go."

I held him, "No. No don't go. Come on," I said softly, "tell me."

I could see he was near to tears now, obviously remembering the emotion of that occasion.

"It sounds silly. I'm 6' 3" but Jo, they tried to rape me. About six of them. Sitting on me, one, two, sometimes three of them all naked. Touching, pulling, poking, laughing. I couldn't do anything Jo, you know, like that. I just couldn't and they kept on laughing at me. I couldn't hurt them so I had no way of stopping them. I can't hurt a woman you see. That's what uncle Mike taught me, to respect women. Afterwards they threw me out of her room with my clothes and laughed at me. I've hardly spoken to a girl since then."

So that was it. I knew there had to be something more than just shyness. He wasn't terrified of ME, he was terrified of a WOMAN. Even more so by and experienced woman. "Oh you poor, poor boy," I said and put my arms around him. Obviously the more I seemed to be interested in him the more worried he became about what I would do. He had this mad idea that all women were sex maniacs.

I just can't understand women like that. If blokes want to be 'lads' then that's their problem but girls don't have to behave like that. I felt so sorry for him. By God, my problems with Steve had shown me how sensitive men can be about their 'performance'. Even such a confident and sexual man like Mike was sometimes worried about his ability. So I could see what this must have done to him. Lacking confidence to start with they had destroyed him, his faith in himself, and his faith in women. I felt like screaming in anger but I knew I had to treat him carefully if I was going to repair the damage.

"I'm not like them," I said pulling away from him, "not at all like them. I like you, like you a lot. I told you earlier and it wasn't just to please Mike. I did dream about you and I did like the dream and," I added smiling softly at him, "mine wasn't naughty either." I stared deep into his eyes, "I'm not going to attack you. You know I'm experienced and you think I'm going to expect things from you don't you?" I asked him suddenly realising why he was so worried.

He gave me a forlorn look. "I thought so," I said smiling. "Well, I am experienced and that means I know what you went through and I know, or at least understand, how you feel. Now I'm going to ask you a question. Do you like me, you know, enough to go on seeing me boy/girl? Be honest for both our sakes."

"Like you," he said passionately, "I've never felt like this about anybody. My heart beats faster, my stomach is churning and I can't think of anything to say, let alone do. Oh yes I like you."

I sighed a sigh of relief. "Good," I said businesslike so as not to alarm him. "What I'm going to do now is put my arms around you and kiss you. You do the same to me, understand. Kiss me back. Don't worry about anything just kissing me. Then we go back inside. Lena will almost certainly want to know what happened and I'll tell her it's none of her business. That won't satisfy her but will keep her quiet for now, Mike will see to that. I'll deal with her later. I won't tell her what you just told me, OK?" He nodded, "Right, come here and hold me and don't worry about anything just kissing, OK?" He nodded again.

I got close to him and held him in my arms. He was tall so I was on tiptoe looking up at him. He held me, gingerly, but he held me. Then I pulled him tight to me and offered my mouth. He bent his head and we kissed. Our first real kiss, meant by both of us with no hang-ups. God it was marvellous, I wanted it to go on forever. I was swimming in his arms as we broke apart for air. I rested my head on his shoulder. "There, that wasn't so bad was it." 

He looked at me and smiled, "I'm not sure," he said, "let's try again." So we did.

When we got back inside it was obvious that Lena was dying to know what had happened. I was holding his hand then and continued to do so for most of the time we stayed at the pub. She looked at us both and said, "Jo, are you Ok, you look flushed. What happened?"




Caroline Ch. 06.06



"Nothing happened," I said, "I'm just a bit warm. I'll be OK in a minute." I looked at her defiantly hoping she'd take the hint.

"Come on, something happened?"

"Leave them Lena," interrupted Mike. "We'll have another glass of wine then leave for home. Shall we drop you off Guy?"

"Thanks uncle, yes please."

So we sat and talked. Now Guy was more attentive. His attitude to me subtly different. The odd smile, the touch of my hand under the table. The return of my glances. This was more like the kind of relationship I wanted with him. I wondered then why he was apparently happy to flirt at the party and in the lounge before we came out. I assumed that, then he felt 'safe', flirting couldn't, or wouldn't, lead to anything and, anyway, he wasn't sure that I wasn't acting for his benefit. Now he knew I wasn't. I felt light headed and wonderfully happy, the only cloud on the horizon being the thought of how careful I would have to be to not scare him off. I could see by the expression on Mike's face that he understood something important had taken place. He looked happy that my relationship with Guy appeared to be back on track. Lena was dying to find out what had happened, what I had said to him. I knew she would give me a grilling when we got home but I didn't mind that, I would have done the same to her.

All too soon it was time to go home. I sat in the back of the car with him, still holding his hand. Honestly, at that moment, I didn't want to let it go. All sorts of emotions were coursing through my mind and body. I felt sorry for him, the way they had treated him. I felt curiosity, sexual curiosity. What would he be like, terrified I supposed, terrified that he would fail again. That would be a challenge for the future. I felt genuine affection for him. I suppose all aspects of a woman's possible feelings for a man were hitting me at that time.

When we got to the restaurant he got out of the car with a reluctant nod to me. I didn't know what to do. Say goodbye here or go to the door with him. Mike solved the problem.

"Why don't you walk him home Jo, you haven't let go of him since lunch." He softened the words with a warm smile, "We'll wait in the car."

I walked with him to the door still holding his hand. "Are you still frightened of me?" I asked him smiling softly.

He smiled wanly back, "No," he said, "I realise now that you aren't like those others. Do you mind if I kiss you again, to say goodbye?"

Mind, of course I didn't. "No, I want you to." That was going to be my strategy, let him take the lead as much as I could, at least in the early stages. I realised that I had to build his confidence in being able to deal with me as an individual. The moment I started coming on to him I was sure he would go into his shell.

I stood close to him and looked up into his eyes. Not many men can resist that thing we women do and he was no exception. "Oh Joanna, I'm so sorry for the way I behaved. I shouldn't have treated you like that. Do you forgive me?"

I smiled up at him, "Only if I get that kiss you promised," I answered coyly.

He bent his head and we kissed.

"I'd better go," I said, "Mike and Lena will be waiting."

"Yes," he said apparently not wanting say goodbye.

"Goodbye," I said and turned to leave.

"Jo?" he said.

"Yes?"

"Would you, erm, would you have dinner with me before you go to Italy?" This came out in one blast, exploding from him as he forced himself to take command.

I turned back to look at him, "Of course I will. When?"

"Erm, err,"

He was now obviously struggling now, having got the invitation out, so I took over. "How about Thursday?" I asked.

"Oh yes, yes, Thursday is fine," he replied relief in his voice. "Thursday is good." He added as if convincing himself. Then suddenly doubt, "I've never taken a proper woman to dinner," he said his shyness returning.

Wasn't he lovely. I was a 'proper' woman, not some silly tart he had gone out with at university. "Don't worry," I said with a big smile, "'proper' women know how to behave. If you want any tips give Mike a ring. I'll ask if we can borrow the car, OK.?"

"Yes," he said and, with an equally sudden regaining of confidence, put his arms around me and kissed me again pulling away in embarrassment after a few moments. I smiled at him, trying to show him I didn't mind and it seemed to work as his embarrassment disappeared.

"I'm going now," I said, "I'll see you Thursday," and I returned to the car.

"What were you doing Jo, you've been ages?" said Lena.

I laughed at her, "Never you mind," I said. "He's taking me to dinner on Thursday."

"He is," said Mike, "bloody hell. Good for him. You must have had some effect on him Jo. I'm pleased."

"He said he'd never taken a 'proper' woman to dinner so I told him to phone you for some tips. Oh, and can we borrow the car?"

"Sure," he replied, "Where's he taking you?"

I laughed, "I don't think he knows," I said, "but I'm sure you can suggest somewhere to him."

He laughed back, "Somewhere to talk?" he asked.

"Yes, somewhere to talk. Somewhere private."

"I know just the place."

"I'm getting in the back with Jo," said Lena. Here we go, I thought, she's going to start my third degree now but I didn't mind. I was so happy, you see, that I'd managed to get things on the right track. Oh there was a long way to go but I think we both knew the direction to take.

I'm going to finish now. Not much happened on Thursday when he took me to dinner. Well not much that is interesting to anyone but Guy and me. We talked, we touched, we kissed a couple of times. We just enjoyed being together, you know, getting to know one another. Nothing at all happened. He didn't make a pass at me, I didn't really expect him to, and I certainly wouldn't make a pass at him, that would set us back to square one. We said goodbye not expecting to see each other for six or seven weeks until the wedding. We weren't to know that Mike and Lena had other things planned for us. Nice things by the way, but more later.

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I know that these non-erotic chapters don't interest that many people but, to those of you who persevere, I hope they add something to the sex (which does make an appearance in the next chapter).

I would value your comments on these non-erotic chapters so please don't be afraid to e-mail me. I hope they are positive but I don't mind negative ones as well providing they are polite!



Caroline Ch. 07.01



 (Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Back to Caroline now. Remember, Mike went off to see his daughters. Lena explains how she felt, some bits that Jo's tale didn't cover, and the aftermath (SEX)!).

Caroline's Story continues:

Lena recounts events, a crisis, and Byron.

Tuesday was an interesting day. Perhaps I need to explain how I felt about Mike going off to see his daughters. You see, I love him so much, every time that he gets tugged by the past I worry that he will leave me. It is silly, Jo keeps telling me it is but I can't help it. I suppose that it's a lack of confidence. Why I don't know, he makes me feel so wonderful. Perhaps that's it, I can't stand the thought of losing that. But Jo is right. I must stop doubting him for, as she said, he doesn't doubt me. All my joking about fancying Guy isn't really joking and he knows it. I do fancy him, fancy him a lot and he's only 24!

When he came back that morning I felt so relieved, so pleased to see him. Pleased that he had committed his life to me that I vowed not to doubt him any more. I didn't tell anyone, but it was a promise I made to myself. Unfortunately I wasn't really able to keep it until I grew up later at the villa.

I was looking forward to lunch, to seeing Jo and Guy with each other again. They seemed to get on fairly well at the party and I could tell she was really taken with him. Mike and I had planned to leave them alone for a few minutes when he arrived so we popped out and made the coffee. They seemed to be OK then although it was obvious that Guy was very, very shy and Jo was not being quite her normal self. I knew that if she really fancied a bloke she would come on a bit stronger than she had done. She seemed to be a bit worried about him, how he would react and, I suppose, she was a little bit frightened of her own feelings at this point.

Things seemed to get worse over lunch. She was flirting with him, using all the signs a woman has to let a man know she likes him. Soft glances, the odd touch, turning towards him, smiling, listening attentively when he spoke, yet he didn't seem to be responding. Of course he was the perfect gentleman, polite and considerate, but he wasn't a bloke with a girl that he liked, and I was pretty certain that he liked her, liked her a lot. He treated her like a friend of a friend, as Mike's friend. Now I wasn't sure whether he wasn't that interested in Jo or that he was but didn't want to upset Mike. I could see that Jo was getting a little bit exasperated with him and I wasn't surprised when I got the 'loo' sign. I won't repeat all of what happened here because Jo has covered it: only those bits of me and Mike. First we went off to the loo and, when we got back, Jo went off with Guy.

As they left the table Mike turned to me and said, "What was all that about? Jo wanted to talk to you didn't she?"

"Yes," I said, "about Guy."

"I thought so. I feel like shaking him. She obviously likes him a lot and she's showing it. It's certainly affecting me," he said smiling. "I think I need to give you a kiss." So he leant over and kissed me. Then he took my head in his hands and looked deep into my eyes, "I love you. Do you know that?"

"Mmm," I said and kissed him again.

"Now," he said, "what did she say?"

"You're right. She's getting worried and annoyed that he doesn't seem to be treating her as she expects. She is coming on to him, not that strongly, but she is. You've noticed so he must have. She thinks that either he doesn't fancy her, which I think is silly, or he is worried about you and her."

"Well, he could be but I've already told him it's OK. Oh not quite so indelicately, but I have told him. I think he likes her. He certainly seemed to at the party and in the lounge. Perhaps he is just worried about me. I'm not sure but I think there might be something else going on here but, anyway, I'll have a word with him. How are you going to leave us alone?"

"I'm going to the loo in a minute. When they get back tell her I felt a bit faint then she'll come and get me. We'll give you a few minutes. Is that enough?"

"Should be," he said, "there's not much to say is there. Something like, look you stupid boy, she is not mine!"

"Oh, dress it up a bit won't you."

He laughed, "Yes, I'll be less blunt. Look, I see them out of the window. Off you go, powder your delectable nose."

I blew him a kiss as I left for the loo. A few moments later Jo arrived. Breathlessly she asked, "What's he going to say?" We chatted for a moment then returned.

"Are you OK now Lena," Mike asked me with concern.

"Mmm, I think it's a bit hot in here. I should have gone for a walk with Jo and Guy some fresh air might have done me some good."

Jo was looking at Guy. He was quiet and seemed even worse if anything. We both sat down and Jo looked at Mike questioningly. 

"He doesn't believe me," he said looking at Guy then at Jo. "He says that a beautiful woman like you couldn't possibly be really interested in a shy, bumbling bloke like him. He says that you don't need to pretend for his sake."

Guy looked up at him, "Oh uncle," he managed to say. Then he looked at Jo. She was getting angry and annoyed with him. I knew her of old. She doesn't have much of a temper but when she does get going she can be very decisive. Mike and I both looked at her waiting for a reaction. She turned to look at me and I smiled at her. I knew that something would happen in a moment, I didn't know what she'd do but I knew her well enough to know she would do something. Mike looked concerned, he didn't know what was happening.

She turned and smiled coolly at both of us, "Excuse me," she said then she grabbed Guy's head and planted a kiss directly on his lips. I think it was a kiss that said far more than 'I like you'. At first he seemed to resist but she didn't let up. Then I could see that slowly he started to kiss her back. After quite a long while she pulled away, not that I think she wanted to but she had to breathe. Good old Jo, I thought, she's not one to let things lie, rather like me. I suppose I got it from her.

Then she grabbed his hand and said, "Come on, I need to talk to you." She pulled him after her and with a hurried, "Excuse us," took him into the gardens.

"Phew," said Mike, "that was hairy. Did you know she was going to do that?"

"Well," I said laughing, "I didn't know she was going to do that but I knew she was going to do something. She was getting really angry and when that happens she usually does something."

"I hope she sorts it out with him," he said. "I don't understand. I know he's not that forward with women but he seems particularly stubborn with Jo. I get the distinct feeling that he's frightened of her."

"Frightened?" 

"Yes, his whole manner is strange. I can't remember seeing him act like this before. Certainly not with any of the girls I introduced him to. Oh he didn't get anywhere with any of them, his fault I think, but that was genuine shyness. This is something different. I do hope she sorts it out with him." He turned and smiled at me, "They do look good together don't they?"

"Mmm. Are you jealous?" I suddenly asked wanting to know how all this was making him feel. I wondered if he felt threatened by Jo's apparent affection for Guy.

"Jealous? No, not at all. Look sweetheart, I've always got you haven't I? I love Jo but not in the same way as you. If it were you out there with Guy, yes I suppose I would feel jealous. Not of you being with him but of the way you felt about him. Do you understand?"

"I think so," I said. "You wouldn't mind me going with him would you," I asked nervously.

"No I wouldn't. That would be the same as you going with Jo but I know you don't feel about Jo how you feel about me and I know that you wouldn't feel about Guy how you feel about me. That sounds silly but you do know what I mean don't you?"

I smiled and kissed him, "Yes," I said, "I love you, you are my one and only, so I understand."

We chatted away for a while wondering what was going on outside then they came back and it was obvious something had changed. She must have done something drastic. I'd say, by the look on his face, that she'd won him over with one or two of her extra special kisses. She didn't seem to want to let go of his hand, and he wasn't complaining about it either. I was dying to know what had happened out there so I said, "Jo, are you OK, you look flushed. What happened?"

"Nothing happened," she said, "I'm just a bit warm. I'll be OK in a minute." Then she gave me a look that said 'don't ask!'. 

It was too much for me, I had to know, "Come on, something happened."

"Leave them Lena," Mike said, then to the two of them as if nothing had happened, "We'll have another glass of wine then leave for home. Shall we drop you off Guy?" 

Guy seemed to be OK now as he answered, "Thanks uncle, yes please."

I watched the two of them as they sat and talked. He was much more attentive, his attitude subtly different. He smiled at her and they kept touching each other. Only little touches but very different from before. They kept glancing at each other, again not that much but they were sharing feelings now, he was no longer distant. Mike seemed really pleased at what was happening. He seemed to understand that an important point had been reached.

Then it was time to go home. Jo sat in the back with Guy as she had on the way out. Now, however, they were close to each other. She looked as though she never wanted to let it go. I was sure now that these two were right for each other. I know it was early days but they looked right together and there was obviously a terrific attraction between the two of them.

When we arrived at Silvio's Guy got out of the car and went to leave with a reluctant not to Jo. She seemed undecided about what to do then Mike said, "Why don't you walk him home Jo, you haven't let go of him since lunch." He smiled softly at her as he teased her, "We'll wait in the car."

I watched them as they walked to his front door. Close together now and holding hands. I could see them talking and I was dying to know what they were saying.

"They do look right together, don't they?" Mike said. "Do you think that she's managed to get through to him?"

"Oh, I think she has. Look at the way they are looking at each other. I think they're OK now."

"Good," he said, "I must admit I was getting a little annoyed with him for being so stubborn. I wonder if it's a little more than shyness."

Still watching them I saw that they kissed, "Oh look. Now that is a proper kiss. I rather fancy she has him hooked," I said smiling at Mike.

He laughed, "Now I know what a fish feels like. Is that what happens, you women hook us."

"You bet we do," I said laughing with him.

She turned to walk away then turned back as he said something to her. 'I wonder what that was about?' I thought. 

Then, after a short conversation, they kissed again. Something was going on and I was dying to find out what. I'd have to grill her when she got back.

"What were you doing Jo, you've been ages?" I said as she returned to the car.

She laughed, "Never you mind," then, "he's taking me to dinner on Thursday."

Mike was surprised, "He is, bloody hell. Good for him. You must have had some effect on him Jo. Good, I'm pleased."

"He said he'd never taken a 'proper' woman to dinner so I told him to phone you for some tips. Oh, and can we borrow the car?" Jo said.

"Sure," Mike replied, "Where's he taking you?"

She laughed, "I don't think he knows but I'm sure you can suggest somewhere to him."

Mike laughed back, "Somewhere to talk?" he asked.

"Yes, somewhere to talk. Somewhere private."

"I know just the place."

"I'm getting in the back with you," I said to Jo. 

"Well?" I said.

"Well what?" she replied.

"Oh, come on Jo, tell us what happened. I'm dying to know. Something must have happened. What did you say to him in the garden, and when you said goodbye. Come on, tell me." I'm afraid I was getting a little impatient just then and she knew so she was teasing me.

"I'll explain when we get home," she said and, despite more pestering, she refused to talk about it. I could see Mike laughing quietly in the front as he listened to me trying to get some answers out of her.

"It's no good Lena, you'll have to wait," he laughed. So I sat next to Jo and sulked all the way home.

At home we all bundled out of the car and sat in the lounge. "Now," I said to Jo, "what happened."

She wasn't playing now, she was serious. "I can't tell you everything because I promised him," she said looking at us both. "It wasn't just shyness, he was frightened of me."

"Frightened?" I said surprised. I looked at Mike who just nodded.

"He was, and probably still is, frightened that he won't come up to my expectations. He sees me as an experienced woman so he's worried he won't be able to cut it."

"I thought it was more than just shyness," said Mike, "something happened to him didn't it? Oh," he added, "I don't need to know what. He'll tell us if he wants to."

"Yes," Jo said, "something happened to him. He will have to tell you, OK?"

"Of course Jo, you mustn't breach his confidence," he said looking directly at me.

"OK," I said reluctantly. I hate things like that! Still as long as Jo was happy everything was all right. "Did you ask him out to dinner?" I asked.

She laughed, "I don't think I'm that forward," she said. "No, he asked. Took him a bit of courage though," she added with a smile, "but he managed to get it out. I'm going to go slowly with him. I think that, if I push too hard, he might get scared again so a quiet dinner on Thursday will be fine. When we come back from Italy we can see where we go."

Mike put his arm round her, "Has it been a good day?" he asked smiling softly down at her.

She reached up and kissed him, "Oh yes, very good. Thanks for helping."

"I wasn't much help really. I think you did all the important things. Do you really like him." 

"Oh Mike, he makes me go all funny. A bit like you do," she said coyly looking into his eyes, "but with him it's more intense. A couple of times I felt as if I was going to faint. His eyes do something to me, again like yours," she said touching his face. "He's very like you," she said. 

It was strange really, she said that in a funny way and I noticed just the slightest reaction from Mike but I didn't think anything of it.

"I've always treated him like a son," he said quickly, "and he spent all that time here. I think he's picked up some bad habits."

"I hope they're as bad as yours," I said laughing and he walked over and held me. 

"You," he said pointing at me and laughing, "are a minx."

"Mmm, I know," I said pouting at him outrageously, "but you do like minxes don't you?"

With that he held me tightly to him and kissed me passionately. I could tell he was quite worked up now, he had something pressing to do!

"Look you two," said Jo, "I think that you should be alone tonight."

I was watching Mike's face as she said this. Lots of emotions showed, relief, sadness, pleasure, worry. He obviously had lots of mixed feelings about what she said.

"You don't have to Jo," he said, "is it because of Guy?"

"No you silly man, of course not. I still fancy you like hell and I can't wait for Friday and the weekend. It's just that you haven't been alone like that together for a long time. You need to enjoy each other without me distracting you."

He looked at her with affection shining from his eyes, "Are you sure. I can manage you know."

Now we were getting to the point of his apparent reluctance, he was worried that she thought he wasn't up to it. "Don't be silly Mike," I said, "we know you can manage. You men and your pride. She asked me earlier and I said yes. I want you to myself today. It's a bit selfish I know but Jo doesn't mind."

He smiled apologetically, "Sorry," he said then he looked at Jo. "I was going to ask you if we could be alone but I thought it might offend you," he said sheepishly.

"We've got to sort this out," I said. "There will be times when two of us want each other without the third there. We can't go through some silly motions to get there. We've got to be honest with each other and ourselves. Shall we make a pact now that we will say what we want and we won't get upset. If we don't I'm not sure we can deal with the problems. What do you say?"

They both looked at me, "You're right," Mike said. "I'm sorry Jo, I should have had more courage and more faith in you."

She pecked his cheek, "It doesn't matter," she said, "and Lena is right. We must be honest with each other. All agreed?"

We all nodded together and the problem seemed to be dealt with. How it would pan out if Guy joined the arrangement I didn't know.

"I'm going to get changed then I'll make some dinner. Just something light, OK?"

"Mmm," we both said as she left the room.

Immediately I sat on his lap and put my arms round him. "You wanted me all to yourself tonight?" I asked archly. "What did you have in mind?"

He laughed strangely, "To make passionate love to you. To love you completely," he said holding me to him and kissing me. From the way he kissed I didn't think he could wait that long. For some reason he seemed very worked up, very emotional. Perhaps it was seeing Jo and Guy courting like that. 

I heard Jo come back down the stairs and I said to him, "I'm going to change as well then we can sit together for a while."

I went up into the bedroom and took off my boots, blouse and skirt. Just as I began to choose something to wear there was a brusque knock on the door and Mike came in. "I had to see you," he said, "Oh Lena, Lena, I need you, now," and he walked over and held me. He was strange, almost desperate. This was unusual but quite exciting. Here I was in bra and panties and he was fully dressed. He kissed me passionately and gently insinuated his tongue into my mouth where it met mine. He was so hot. I could feel his erection through his trousers, pressing into me. That was enough to get me going as I responded to his kiss by pushing my tongue into his mouth.

His hands were everywhere. First they undid my bra then they strayed down my back and cupped my bottom cheeks inside my panties. He knelt and pulled them down before burying his face in between my legs and gently biting my sex. This was good! His hands held my bottom cheeks and pulled me onto his tongue which was now probing my pussy lips. I began to rub myself up against his face as I really started to enjoy what he was doing. After a while of this treatment my legs started to give way and I sat back on the bed. He lifted my legs and now he had access to all of me. His tongue began to move backwards and forwards across my sex sometimes going a little further to coat my perineum with saliva. 

Then his hands parted my vagina and exposed my inner lips which he continued to stimulate with his tongue. His finger and thumb found my clit and gently pinched it. His tongue left my sex and found it's way to my anus. For just a moment I worried that I hadn't prepared, you know, there but he didn't seem to mind. His hand forced my legs right back so he could see the whole valley between the cheeks of my arse and his tongue moved around my rosebud before plunging inside licking deeply. 

"Hold your legs back," he said hoarsely. I did and this meant he could free his hands. Now his thumb pushed against my ring and began to ease inside. I relaxed my sphincter completely to allow him to enter as much as he could and his tongue continued to lick the valley between my cheeks and my anus where it stretched around his thumb, now fully inside me. Of course by this time I'd had a number of small orgasms and was dying for him to take me, I didn't really care where as long as he was inside me. I'd forgotten however, that he was still fully dressed. Now I was beginning to become aware that something was different. His lovemaking seemed to be more intense, almost desperate. Not like that terrible Sunday, his beast wasn't loose, but there was something about him that caused me to worry. This was a tiny thought because he was certainly bringing me to a very powerful orgasm.




Caroline Ch. 07.01



He continued to work his thumb in my bottom, stretching the ring of my anus as he entered it to the ball. His tongue now returned to my sex and began to lick the whole length before settling on my clit which he now gently sucked. This was enough, thumb in bottom and clit being sucked brought on a massive orgasm which washed across my body.

He realised my orgasm had arrived and continued to work my bottomhole with his thumb and lick my pussy. Slowly I came down and he moved away to stand at the side of the bed looking down at me. He stepped out of his trousers and underpants showing me his erection standing proud. I looked up into his eyes, strange and not at all how they usually looked, and smiled invitingly at him. He fell on me, kneeling between my legs and pushing himself into me. Not slowly like he usually did but straight in, one thrust to the hilt. It took my breath away and I moaned in surprise and pleasure.

Backward and forwards he went inside me and after a very short time he came, pulsing inside me. This caused a small orgasm for me but I was immediately worried by this. In all our lovemaking he always made sure that I had a good orgasm (usually more than one) when he made love to me. Today he hadn't; and he was very quiet, usually he spoke more either playfully or lovingly but this time he hadn't said anything. I really felt that something was wrong, what I didn't know.

He rolled off me and then held me so tightly I could hardly breathe. He buried his head in my shoulder and, after a while, I suddenly realised he was crying. Crying gently into my hair. Something was very wrong. He had been OK downstairs but now he was in some sort of state, why I didn't know. I pulled away from him and he lay on his back with me looking down. His eyes were tight shut and he tried to control his emotions.

"What is it?" I asked as I stroked his face gently, "tell me, please. You're frightening me."

He reached up and pulled me to him again burying his face in my hair. Then he began to speak softly into my ear his voice full of passion and desperation, "Oh Lena, Lena, how much I love you." Then a sob, "But I hate myself sometimes. I disgust myself. You must hate me too. I've just used you, used you like a whore. I do it all the time. I've tried to promise myself I would never do it but it do. I use you!! Sometimes I feel like a vampire, sucking your youth away, using you for my pleasure. Oh Lena, I'm so sorry. If you want to leave, you and Jo, I'll understand." He continued to berate himself, "Look at what I've taught you, how I've changed you. The things we do. Oh Lena I love you so much and I'm destroying you. Sometimes I think you should leave me, I'm corrupting you and I hate myself for it."

Oh dear this was a major crisis of confidence. I suddenly thought that all the emotional upheaval he must have faced with his daughters together with having to sort of say goodbye to his past had caught up with him. I also supposed that we were getting nearer to the final commitment of Italy, the baby and marriage. I had no doubt in my mind that he wanted all that but he seemed to be punishing himself for his age, for his experience, and, I suspected, for cutting loose his past life. He'd said similar things before, a while ago when we first started to sleep together, and just recently when he first saw us dressed for Silvio's party, so I knew it was in his mind. I suppose it was the strength of his love for me that caused him to feel like this. You can love someone or something so much that you destroy it, or at least feel as if you're destroying it. I realised I had to be strong now, strong and firm to make him see that it wasn't how he thought and he didn't need to hate himself.

I pulled away and looked down on him. "Mike," I said, "look at me. You've never been frightened to look at me before, look at me now. Open your eyes." I stroked his cheek, "Please." I said.

He opened his eyes. They had a look of despair, as if his self loathing had overcome everything else. I bent my head and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't hate you," I said, "I could never hate you. I love you. I love you totally and completely. I knew that ages ago I just didn't admit it to myself until that Sunday. If you want to use me like a whore I don't mind."

He shook his head, "No, listen. I don't mind what you do to me, but you don't treat me like that, you never have. Not even today. Look I don't know that much about whores," I smiled, "but I suppose that their clients don't worry too much about how they feel as they make love to them. You're not like that are you, you've never been like that even in out darkest time you thought about my pleasure, my feelings. Look how silly you were about making love when we got back to your house. Oh Mike, you've never treated me like a whore but even if you did I would still love you. Love you with all my body and soul."

He reached up for me again and held me so tight. I whispered in his ear, "You're not 'stealing my youth'. I told you before, ages ago. It doesn't matter how old you are or I am. If I loved a young man what would be the difference. It's the love that's important, not the age of the person you love. Of course there are consequences of our age difference but we can deal with them." I pulled away again because I wanted him to see me as I spoke to him.

I caressed his cheek again and kissed him gently on the lips. "You need to know about me," I said, ready to tell him things that only Jo knew. "I first knew about sex up front when I was about 9. I walked in on my mother and one of my 'uncles' at it on the settee. I was quickly chucked out but it made an impact on me. Over the years I've heard my mother and her men friends screwing away in the bedroom, sometimes anywhere, and I've interrupted them now and again. Jo told me all about sex. Her mum had told her all about it when her periods started, my mum couldn't care less as long as she was getting hers!" My memories of those times were difficult to deal with, neglected, oh not physically, but emotionally. That's why I'm so close to Jo.

I continued to tell him about myself. "When I left home and went to live with Jo I was still a virgin in every sense. Oh Jo and I had played about as kids will but it wasn't until I moved in with her that I began to experiment. It was Jo and me at first then she introduced me to boys. Oh Mike, I couldn't get enough, sex was like a drug feeding my emotional need. Even Jo got worried about how I carried on. God, I was lucky I didn't get pregnant or catch anything. Then she put her foot down and really laid into me, made me realise that I was a tramp, or close to being one. I had a reputation as an 'easy lay' and I was. But each bloke had been a man who noticed me, seemed to care for me and I needed that. Jo did of course, but she was a woman, don't you see. I'd never known a father, just a series of uncles. I had no male affection and I craved it. Jo sat on me, she brushed off the boys and made me look at myself. I didn't like what I saw then. I realised that the boys had been using me just like the men used my mother and I knew I had to stop. That's when I met you."

I could see that I was getting through to him. His eyes were softening and were losing that look of despair. I had to go on however, he had to know that he hadn't corrupted me at all, quite the reverse.

"Oh, I was experienced all right. I'd been with load of boys but that's what they were, boys. Sex for them was just 'stick it in and cum'. No finesse, no real pleasure for me, and no variation. Then you and the world you opened for me. You must understand that you didn't corrupt me, you opened a whole new world for me. A world where sex is important because it's one way you demonstrate your love for another person. What you do doesn't matter as long as it doesn't hurt. Surely if two people agree neither can be corrupting the other. Sex with you is something completely different from what I did with them. They screwed me, literally, you make love WITH me. Everything you do with me I enjoy and I will go on enjoying as long as I can."

I stroked his cheek again and kissed his lips, "I love you and I will never leave you. If you throw me out I'll come back. I couldn't live now without you near, without knowing that you love me, want me, need me." Tears began to form in my eyes, "You mean everything to me, more than life you know. I couldn't leave you and I won't leave you, ever."

Tears were now running from my eyes as the emotions which saying all this had brought to the fore affected my body. We reached for each other and embraced, holding as if we never wanted to let go.

"Oh Lena, Lena, Lena," he said into my hair, "God how I love you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't put you through this. It's just, oh, you know, I feel so desperate, so sad. Sometimes I can't believe it's happening and then when I do, I feel that it's wrong, I'm being unfair to you. And now I've made you cry." He pulled away and wiped the tears from my eyes, "I'm sorry my pretty one," he said, "you are my Helen you know, my Helen, my Juliet, my life now. That won't happen again. It just seemed so unfair, unfair to you but it's all right now. Can you forgive me for hurting you again, making you cry." His eyes begged forgiveness and my heart went out to him, forgive him, of course I would, forgive him anything.

"Of course I forgive you," I said and I kissed him on the lips. "This love business is difficult," I added, "it makes all the feelings more intense. The doubts seem to get stronger, everything seems to take on more impact, be more important. I suppose it's because real love, deep and true, is, in some way, painful. Oh, I don't know. I do know that I love you. I want to be with you and I want you to love me."

"Love you, I love you more than anything. I'll try not to have these feelings again. It's just that they creep up on me all of a sudden. Hold me tight now, I need to feel you near me, holding me, loving me."

So I did. I held him tightly, and I loved him. Silly, I know, and a cliché but I did, truly, madly and deeply.

I pulled away, "I'd better get dressed," I said, "Jo will be wondering what's happened." I threw some clothes on while he watched.

"You'd better tell Jo," he said, "she deserves to know how I felt. A lot of what I said applied to her as well. I'll just lay here for a while and compose myself."

I kissed him again wanting to cheer him up, "I hope that you haven't shot your bolt for tonight," I said pouting and glancing at him coquettishly.

He smiled back, "I hope not," he said, "you deserve to be loved tonight and you will be."

I left him there to get control of his emotions. It was obviously hard for him. Just like me he had these terrible fears but for him I think it was worse just then. He was feeling the age difference and he was starting to feel just a tiny bit inadequate and that's why he became so self deprecating. Hopefully we'd sorted it out and he could put his worst fears and self loathing behind him.

Jo was in the kitchen pottering around. As soon as I came in she realised something had happened. It was obvious that I had been crying and I was very flushed.

"Has something happened?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I said and I told her what he had said.

"Oh dear, he's had a major crisis of confidence hasn't he? Should we go to him, is he all right now?"

I told her what I had said to him and that this had seemed to get him back to normal. "He's had a bad few days hasn't he, visiting his daughters and everything. They must have made it hard for him so he's probably quite emotional and this just hit him. As well as that, I suppose that it's getting near to commitment time," she said. "I'm sure that he wants to commit to you, to us but as he nears the time his doubts about himself and his ability and his age will start to haunt him even more."

"Mmm," I said. "I think he's OK now. He's sad that he made me cry and he told me he loved me more than anything. We have to be a little bit careful around him Jo, not kid gloves or anything but careful not to dent his ego. I don't know, men seem to need so much reassurance all the time."

"I know," she said, "but you must remember he is almost three times your age. He's bound to feel inadequate now and again. And he's bound to worry about the age difference more than you. Look, he must feel his age sometimes mustn't he. Oh, I know he keeps himself fit and he's healthy but he must feel it sometimes and that's bound to cause him to think about you and him. He probably does need more reassurance than normal. And Lena, if I do go with Guy, you're going to have to be very careful how you handle him."

"Yes, I know but Guy is another issue. Look, even if you do want to share him and he wants to be shared, I may not be interested if it affects Mike in this way. Jo, I couldn't stand to lose him, not now. Oh dear, I wish we were in Italy, married with the baby on it's way. I think that will change him and his attitude to our difference in age."

"Yes, I think you're right," she said as Mike walked into the kitchen.

"Right about what?" he said.

"I think that Lena is right that once we're all in Italy and the clinic is finished and you two are married everything will be better." She walked over and hugged him. "You are silly," she said in her 'mum' voice. "You don't have to worry about us. We're both grown up girls, we know what we are doing and what we are doing is sharing our lives with a wonderful man. Now, nothing more about this silliness, OK." 

He smiled and hugged her back then looked down at her. "You know," he said, "I can see why Lena calls you her mum, her sister, and her lover. You can be one or all of those can't you?"

She smiled, "I just seem to be able to put things in perspective more easily than most." She pinched his cheek, "Now, come on and have some dinner."

So we sat down for a light evening meal, a bottle of wine and some pleasant conversation. He seemed to have overcome his depression now and was his old self laughing and joking, especially with Jo about Guy. She took it all in good spirit and I could see she was really looking forward to dinner with him tomorrow.

After clearing up dinner we all sat in the lounge where Mike continued to try to teach us to play cards, a game called Cribbage. It's fun but we're not very good and he is expert. About 9:30 Jo said she was going to bed.

"To dream about Guy?" I asked cheekily.

"I hope so," she laughed. "You two enjoy yourselves and don't wear him out for the weekend."

He laughed, "Don't worry," he said, "I'll manage somehow."

I was pleased. He was back to his old self and tonight would be good. I snuggled up to him, my arms completely around him inside his shirt. I loved to feel is body, his hairy chest, his back, next to my skin. We sat like that for a while the he said to me, "Princess, I want to make love to you tonight. This afternoon was an aberration so you're in charge. Tell me what you want. As long as it's to worship you I'll do it."

"To worship me?" I said thinking. "I want you to use poetry again. I love that and I want you to kiss me all over. Then I want you everywhere so you'd better not cum too soon," I ended laughing.

"You are the sexiest minx I've ever known," he said laughing back, "OK, I know just the piece and I'll love kissing you ALL over," and he gave me a big sexy kiss.

"Give me half an hour," I said, "I want to be really ready for you. I want you to cum in my bottom you know," I ended looking over my shoulder as I left the room. I knew that would really get him hot. He would use the downstairs shower and be in the bedroom waiting for me and I was undecided about what to wear. I still had the teddy but I thought that he would prefer me naked, so would I if he was going to kiss me all over, and I knew he would! So I got ready paying particular attention to my bottom. I wanted him to attend to it for a long time tonight, his tongue inside and everything. I wanted to be able to open as much as possible as I knew it really turned him on.

Ready for anything and prettied up I went into the bedroom. He was sitting on the end of the bed wearing pyjama bottoms. That meant he was going to spend all his time on me. He got up and held me gently, my naked body pressed against him. I could feel the hairs on his chest tickling my nipples, already hard in expectation of his lips finding them. Then he began to whisper in my ear,

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Oh dear, that does certain things to me and I melted into his arms, my legs going wobbly and my tummy fluttering. My heart fluttered too and I felt a joy for him that knew no bounds. Poetry can do that, the words caress and pamper you, make you feel so wonderful. And he seems to find the right ones. Now I was his, totally and completely. All thoughts of being in control, telling him what to do disappeared in those words and the look in his eyes. He lifted me gently and lay me on the bed, "Now my princess," he said, "what is your command?"

"Who was that?" I muttered softly, still under the spell of those lovely words.

"Byron," he whispered, "he knew about total love did that man."

"Oh it's lovely. Kiss me properly then kiss me all over like you promised." So he did.

He started by kissing my lips with our special 'I love you' kiss. Not sexy but really loving. He kissed my eyes, my nose, my cheeks then moved to my neck, occasionally licking as well as kissing. Then down my shoulders to the tops of my arms and into my armpit. I worried just a little because I don't use deodorant when we make love so he would taste me. He didn't seem to mind, just licked and tickled. He left there and moved to my boobs, using his tongue on the underneath where they swelled from my chest. First one then the other. His fingers gently tweaked and twiddled my nipples as he kissed my breasts all over again and again. His mouth found them now and sucked hard enough for me to know he could do it harder. He continued to suck and, now and then, to gently bite. Then he went back to kissing and licking my boobs all over. He did this for what seemed like ages as I just lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the pleasure his mouth and hands were giving me.

Suddenly he was gone. I opened my eyes and he was standing at the end of the bed. He started to massage my feet then and, just like before, began to kiss, lick and suck my toes. It was weird but it was nice and, after a time, I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Not really sexual but nice. Before long however, he was moving up my legs, kissing my calves and finally my knees. Then he said, "Turn over."

Languidly I struggled to move my body and come out of the lovely pleasure place to which he had sent me. What was he going to do I thought, surely not take me there this early. What he did was to continue to kiss and lick my legs, now the back of my knees. This was sexy. I'm very, very sensitive there and, of course, from there he could move up my legs to my bottom and he did, slowly kissing his way up both legs until he got to that oh so sensitive area just below my bottom. Now he parted my legs slightly and continued to kiss me with an occasional lick delving right down in between my legs but not touching my pussy or my bottomhole.

He lifted his head and I looked back at him, "My pussy now, please," I said and he smiled.

"Your wish is my command, princess. Turn over."

Languidly I turned. He gently parted my legs and knelt between. No teasing today, he was doing my bidding and I wanted him to lick my pussy. His face moved towards me and he started to gently bite me all over my pussy and mound, sometimes he took my hair in his teeth and pulled, still gently. Then his tongue, probing along the whole length of my sex, parting the lips slightly. His hands moved in and teased apart the lips allowing his tongue access inside where he licked and kissed repeatedly. My clit was, by now, longing to be sucked and he didn't disappoint moving upwards slightly to take it, now erect, into his mouth and suck quite hard. Up 'til now I'd been lying there just enjoying the feeling of being worshipped by his mouth, orgasm about but not arriving yet. Sucking my clit changed all that. Almost immediately I started to cum, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes, suck it, oh yes," over and over again. I pushed myself into his face and my hands reached down and held his head tightly to my sex. My legs closed on him so he couldn't move. I didn't ever want to let him away from my pussy such wonderful feelings were coming from there.




Caroline Ch. 07.01



Slowly my orgasm subsided and I let him go. He looked up at me and smiled, "Good?" he asked.

"Oh yes, good."

"I've got something for you," he said smiling.

"What?"

"This," he said with a soft smile on his face and holding his now erection in his hand, "can I use it now, please?"

"Oh yes please," I answered breathlessly, "but don't you dare cum."

"No majesty," he said smiling down at me, "why?"

He bloody well knew why, he was just playing. "Because I want you to stick it in my bottom and fill me with your lovely white medicine," I said poking my tongue out at him.

"Oh," he said offhandedly, "I'd better not then, had I!"

I laughed. I loved this gentle banter, this playfulness. It made our lovemaking stronger somehow, controlled and far more enjoyable than just falling on each other. He leant forward towards me and directed his penis at my sex. Holding himself of one arm as usual he used the other hand to move himself up and down the length of my vagina just inside the lips. This feeling is gorgeous. Sometimes the head would nudge my clit and send shivers of anticipation running across my body. Tonight I wanted him badly so I looked into his eyes and said, "Fuck me now please, all of it inside me, NOW!"

I was in charge tonight, at least up 'till now, so he positioned his manhood and just pushed. The breath surged from my body as he filled me completely, all of him totally inside me pushing at my insides and stretching my vagina.

"Oh yes," I cried out, "now fuck me, fuck me hard and completely." I was really motoring now, orgasm rolling round my body as he did as I asked and took me hard and deep. I'd closed my eyes by now, just revelling in the orgasm that had total control of my body, my mind focussed on one thing, his lovely hard cock stroking the walls of my sex. His pubic mound hit my clit every time he thrust forward sending another pleasure message to my already pleasure racked body. It hadn't been like this for a long time. I was totally his now, totally at one with the pleasure he was giving me. My legs wrapped around his waist to hold him tightly against me and my hands went to his bottom to pull him into me even deeper. I was moaning incoherently as I heard his voice, apparently from miles away, "Lena, Lena. Look at me. Lena, look at me."

So I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me. I needed him then, needed him close to me. All of him touching. Kiss! I needed to kiss him. I felt as if I wanted to take him all in my mouth, to swallow him, to keep him inside me for ever. I reached up and pulled him to me and covered his mouth with mine. I think I was like some wild thing. I kissed him madly, his mouth, his face, his eyes, his cheeks. Oh, if only I could devour him completely, make him totally mine. Then the final point of my orgasm, soaring, rushing pleasure that caused the expulsion of breath from my body with a vibrant scream. It had never felt like this. So powerful, so total. All the while he continued to move inside me. How he managed I don't know because I lost it completely. I think I must have fainted at the high point because the next thing I remember is opening my eyes to his look of concern as he stroked my cheek.

"Lena, are you OK, Lena speak to me."

All I could do was smile as I realised he had left me, he was no longer inside my vagina. He continued to stoke my cheek tenderly and to croon softly to me.

"I love you," he said, "did I hurt you. I'm sorry if I did."

Recovering, I reached for him and kissed his lips. "No you didn't hurt me. That was wonderful, marvellous, like nothing before."

"Good," he said smiling, "I think you passed out."

"I did," I said. Then remembering that we hadn't finished yet, "You didn't cum did you? I'm not finished yet."

He laughed, "No, I didn't cum, god knows how, but I didn't. You were fantastic. I thought you were going to eat me up."

"I wanted to," I said, "I wanted to keep you inside me forever, never let you go. I love you so much."

He smiled again, "I know," he said, "I'm a very lucky man."

My playfulness returned, "I know you're a lucky man," I said smiling sexily at him and pouting, "now you get to stick it in my arse!" and I started to turn over.

His hand reached out to stop me, "Don't," he said, "let's do it this way." He must have seen the apprehension in my face. The only time we'd ever had anal sex this way was on that terrible/wonderful Sunday when he hurt me quite badly down there. I didn't really remember what it was like then, the pain and the whole situation sort of didn't allow for that so I was worried how it would be.

"I won't hurt you," he said, "I know I did last time but it won't happen again. If you don't like it we can stop. I just think you'll enjoy it."

Of course I trusted him completely so there was no doubt I was going to do it. As I thought more of what it would be like I got more excited. It was almost like doing it the first time, and I would be able to see his face!

"Yes please," I said, "I want you in my bottom so that will do nicely!"

He grabbed some pillows. "Let's get you comfy so I can have that lovely tight bottom of yours without hurting you. Lift up."

I could tell from his language that he was getting worked up now and I spoke to him as he put the pillows under my bottom lifting my sex and bottomhole in the air. I pouted, "Will you fuck me hard in my tiny arsehole?" That should heat him up a bit more!

"I'll stretch your little ring before I fill you with hot cum," he said. He was kneeling up between my legs and I could see his erection sticking out in front of him, hard and big!

"I want that in my bottom," I said pointing, "stretching my rectum, filling me."

"Oh, you'll get that all right," he said as he reached for the KY now kept in a jug of warm water. He squeezed some on to his erection and leaned forward so I could reach. "Now get me ready," he said, "massage the lube into my cock so I can get it right up inside you."

So I reached up and started to masturbate him and massage the KY into his erection. I longed to take it into my mouth, to suck the cream out of him until he had no more but I was going to do that with my rectum. Squeeze him tight and milk him dry. From the look on his face he was obviously enjoying my wanking him but he suddenly pulled away and stilled, controlling himself. "Hell, much more of that and I'd have cum all over you belly," he laughed.

"Lube up my bottomhole. I want that 8½ inches stuck up there but tongue me first!"

Straight away he was down lapping at my sex, then at my rosebud. Being up on the pillows gave him complete access to me, made easier when he pushed my legs right back and said, "Hold your legs back!" I did and he used his thumbs to pull apart the cheeks of my bottom and then to prise open my anus, looser now with his saliva and his attention. Now my chance to open for him. I told you that I exercise my anus quite a lot because of what Jo said all those months ago. You have to keep in control of that muscle, particularly if you like anal sex as much as I do. You can't keep on taking a lump of flesh over 8 inches long and 3 inches round in your bottom if you don't exercise control. So I am able to relax and contract my anus quite a lot and I'd been quietly practising a small gape (couldn't do a big one until after he took me there).

As he pulled my anus apart I relaxed the muscle completely causing my arsehole to open just a little bit more. He looked up at me, "I've been practising," I said with a smile, "now you can really lick my bottomhole properly."

He licked his lips sexily and dived down to my anus. Usually he would roll his tongue and push it in past the tight ring, now he was able to actually put his tongue inside my anus and lick the walls of my rectum. The feeling was indescribable. Every nerve that his tongue touched seemed to be on fire as he licked around my anus inside my rectum. I could feel a kind of anal orgasm coming and I wanted him inside me before it arrived so I touched his head, "Fuck my arse now please. Bugger me. Sodomize me, pleeeeeeeese." 

That was enough for him. His head came up and his penis nudged against my anus causing my usual tightening. Unlike last time this way, he didn't push past the resistance and hurt me, he waited until I relaxed the sphincter to allow him in. He pushed in. Oh god, it was different and strange, and wonderful. The pressure on my anus was strange, caused by the angle of entry I suppose, and his erection stretched my rectum in a different way stimulating different nerves. As his cockhead entered the breath rushed from my body with a long, "Aaagh," which caused him to stop.

"OK," he said concernedly.

"Oh yes," was my breathless reply, "Oh yes. More please."

He pushed forward, half in now. The feeling was out of this world, so different from kneeling. His manhood was sort of pushing in my rectum but also on my sex and already an orgasm was on its way. His face was picture. Full of pleasure but also of the need to cum waging against the desire to continue. "Please don't cum yet," I said, "I want more of this. Give me it all. It's not hurting, please!"

He groaned and pushed forward until I felt his hips meet my buttocks. He couldn't get as deep this way as doggy but what he had got in was bloody wonderful. He filled me totally. My anus stretched around the base of his penis, seemingly bigger than normal but just the effect of a different position. It felt as if an electric pole was pushed up my bottom, not hurting me but sending out wave after wave of pleasure. I looked deep into his eyes, "OH fucking hell," I said breathlessly, "oh holy fuc . . . . .k," as my orgasm raced through my body. I think I must have screamed, "Fuck me," because he began to thrust in and out. Not hard but gently. This only caused my orgasm to grow and to last until I finally felt a release, as if a dam had burst, rushing all over me.

He thrust deeply into me and let out a yell, "Sweet Jesus," he cried as he began to pump his cream into me. This was an unbelievable feeling, different from normal. I reached up for him. I needed him close to me, to feel him, his body pressed against mine. I pulled him to me as he continued to pump his offering into my bottom, now made even more slippery by the combination of his juice and KY. It was a blissful feeling, still sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

I covered his mouth with mine. Again I had this insane desire to eat him, to swallow him whole and take him completely inside me. We kissed, almost desperately, as our orgasms waned and we came down from a tremendous high. I could feel him getting smaller and his offering running from my anus. The sheer naughtiness of it made me feel even hornier and I wished I had another cock to continue to pound my bottom which, I must admit, was feeling a little abused. This didn't seem to matter however, because I would have loved him to go on taking my back door this way. Still, one has to be satisfied with what one has, you never know, one day I may have two men to service me, Mike and Guy. The thought got me hot again and I began to move against him.

He smiled down at me, "You're still hot aren't you. What were you thinking about. Come on tell me?"

I worried a little now, would he be upset, but it was too late he'd felt how I was behaving. He knew I wanted more.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I was thinking how nice it would be to have another cock to plough my bottom now that you had finished. I thought that one day I might have two, you and Guy, and that got me hot again. I'm sorry."

He laughed, "Don't be sorry," he said gently, "you are a very sexy young lady and I'm not surprised you want more. Well, perhaps one day you will have two men to service you. I must admit I'd like to be doing it. But now," he added, "we must attend to your need." With that he moved down so his head was level with my bottom and began to lick my sex and perineum then my anus. I must have been gaping quite a bit because he was able to get nearly all his tongue inside and lick around the inside of my rectum. He didn't seem to mind the KY, his cream, and whatever else was there. This sent me towards another orgasm, taking long to come but stronger. He soon replaced his tongue with two, then three, fingers clumped together and used them in my bottom. At the same time he licked my sex and clit, poling his tongue in as far as he could. I could feel his fingers in my rectum pushing up against his tongue in my vagina through the thin wall that separates the two. I suddenly thought how would it feel with two cocks, you know, being DP'd like in the film. That was enough, a quick mental picture of Mike deep in my anus and Guy deep in my sex was enough to send me over the top.

"Oh yes, fuck me, both of you. Oh god, don't stop, please don't stop!" He didn't and I didn't realise what I'd said. I came down from my high and he moved away, "Was that good princess!" he said smiling down at me from his usual position laying next to me his head on one elbow.

"Oh yes," I said, "bloody good."

"'Both of you'?" he asked quizzically. Then I did realise what I had said. 

I reached up to him and pulled him to me, "Oh, I'm sorry," I said nearly in tears, "I didn't mean it. I love you, you know that don't you."

He smiled and held me close, "Yes, I do know that and I love you too. Who was the other man?"

I wasn't going to get away with this so I had to explain myself. "When you started licking my pussy inside I could feel you tongue pressing on your fingers in my bottom," I said. "I suddenly thought of the video and the double penetration. That's what it must feel like and I thought of you in my bottom and, oh I'm sorry, don't hate me. Please!"

"How could I possibly hate you," he said with so much tenderness, "I told you, I love you. It was Guy wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was Guy. I don't think of any other man when we make love, only you, but he's in my mind I suppose. What with all the talk about him and Jo and sharing and all that. I am sorry but you do understand don't you. No one could replace you," and I started to cry again.

"Shush," he crooned, "it's all right. I don't mind really. After all it was me in your bottom wasn't it," he ended with a smile, "and that's where I like to be isn't it!"

Everything was all right and I snuggled up to him for a while before the results of his penis and fingers began to tell on my bottom.

"'Scuse," I said, "nature calls," and trotted into the en-suite.

Afterwards we lay together. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, "only I know it can be a little difficult that way."

"No, it didn't hurt," I said, "I'm just a little sore now but I did have a lot of attention didn't I," I laughed.

"God, that was some cum," he said. "You felt so tight like that. Was it ok for you?"

"Oh yes, bloody good. I don't mind the soreness. I put some cream on so I'll be OK for the weekend."

He looked concerned, "Look," he said, "sweetheart you know I love your bottom and I love filling it but am I hurting you, you know, long term. Should we not do it so often?"

I hugged him tight, he was still thinking of me. How many men would be like him, most would just take my bottom as hard and as often as they liked and not worry about me at all. He wasn't like that. "I've spoken to Jo about it," I said, "she says that it isn't a problem if we're both clean and I make sure to exercise my sphincter muscle. Well," I said smiling wickedly at him, "I do that so I can squeeze you and drain all that lovely white medicine and so I can control myself. She says the main thing is care and tenderness, and plenty of lube," I added laughing. He cuddled up to me and we drifted off to sleep.

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Caroline Ch. 07.02



 (Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!) 

Caroline's story continues:

Quiet Interlude: Togetherness.

No Sex

Wednesday was a quiet day. Mike went out to make some more arrangements about the house and the building work and Jo and I packed some clothes for the journey. We had to pack most of his ornaments away as well, we didn't want the builders to damage anything and, although he knew them very well, you know what builders are like! After dinner in the evening we sat together, him reading and us watching TV or listening to our music. Jo hadn't mentioned much about Guy but I could tell she was getting excited about tomorrow.

Thursday morning Jo and I went out shopping for a new outfit for her to wear that evening. She wanted something that would make her look a little younger and quite demure. She said she didn't want to come across too sexy, it might frighten him off.

"You are going to have to seduce him sometime you know," I said as we looked around Next, "so why not tonight."

"Oh Lena, you are terrible. No, I don't want a quick screw in the back of a car or anything like that. Lena he's so nice. I want it to be like with Mike, you know, all romantic, all prepared. No fumbling, buttons and all that. I like that dress there, the blue one."

It was a nice dress, plain, knee length with an open neck that would allow her to show off her jewellery. She tried it on and, I must admit, she did look quite a lot younger.

"Why do you want to look younger?" I asked as she changed back into her clothes.

"Well, he's intimidated by experience in women and by women who 'come on' so if I look younger he might feel more at ease, more able to take the lead. That's what I want him to do, at least out in public." She laughed, "When I get him in the bedroom then I'll take the lead. Well," she added thoughtfully, "I'll try but softly, softly I think."

"Well that dress looks just about perfect. Now for some shoes, then the underwear."

"Underwear?" she said.

"Yes," I said, "underwear. You might as well wear sexy underwear then you'll feel sexy, not over the top, but just good."

"I don't know," she hesitated. "Oh, all right Lena, you win," she laughed.

So off we went and got the shoes, not too high: she wanted to emphasize his height to give him more confidence. At least that's what she said. I think she liked gazing up into his eyes! She bought lovely soft blue underwear, bra and panties that I couldn't wait to see her wearing.

"They'll look gorgeous on you," I said, "You should wear them for Mike."

"Mmm," she said, "yes I might at the weekend. I will wear them tonight though. You're right, I think, I need to feel good myself to come over to him the right way. I don't want to seem a complete novice, he won't believe that. He knows that I sleep with Mike and he knows what Mike is like so he'll know that I know what it's all about."

"Say that again," I said smiling.

"Oh, you know what I mean," she said laughing. "I can't be too naïve can I, he just wouldn't believe it."

So on that note we finished shopping and returned home (My home!). Mike had lunch ready for us and we chatted away as we ate.

"Guy phoned," he said to Jo with a smile.

She feigned disinterest, knowing he was trying to tease her, "Oh really."

He laughed, "Yes," he said then continued to eat his lunch.

She punched him playfully on the arm, "Come on," she said laughing, "what did he say?"

"He's booked the restaurant. Silvio recommended it. We've been there a couple of times Lena, it's the one with the lovely 'room' type sections, remember?"

"Oh yes," I said, "it's really nice Jo. Nice and private, and the food is lovely. It's a good choice." I had good memories of that place, quiet, secluded and very private lunches with Mike, just talking and looking at each other. I suppose we must have been in love then but didn't realise it. Still, no sense looking back is there, you can't change the past.

"I'm going to pick him up in the Jag about 6.30. I'll bring him back then he'll knock for you and use it for the evening. Might as well be in style. When he brings you home he'll use the Fiat to go home and keep it while we're away."

"Did he say anything else?" Jo asked.

He smiled at her, "What about?" he said.

"Me!"

He laughed again and pecked her cheek. "Yes, he did. He wanted to know whether you still wanted to go out tonight." He looked at me and winked. "I said I wasn't sure, perhaps not."

"You didn't! Did you? Tell me you didn't." Then she saw his smile, "You're teasing aren't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Jo. Yes I am. I told him I was sure you did and that you were looking forward to it very much. He wanted to know how to treat you. He's so worried about seeming gauche, you know, inexperienced in this sort of thing. Particularly as he's got this idea that you are a sophisticated lady," he ended with a smile.

"I wouldn't call myself sophisticated," she said, "I suppose that he thinks experienced means the same thing."

"He probably does. Anyway I told him to treat you like a lady, just like I taught him to treat a woman. Polite and gentlemanly. He should be OK but he's very nervous Jo." He looked at her, concern all over his face. "You'll have to be very careful with him. You know that don't you?"

"Mmm," she said. "We were talking about it today. That's why I've bought a rather demure dress. Lena's going to do my hair and together we hope we can take a few years off me. That should give him a bit more confidence."

"Good idea," he said.

I was watching the two of them during this exchange and I couldn't help thinking that he was like a father (I suppose) talking to his daughter about her first date. I realised then that that was another reason I loved him so much. He was like a father to us both, father and lover. I'd never known a father, only uncles who either ignored me, thought me a nuisance, or ogled me, so I suppose I needed him for that reason. I thought there was something slightly seedy about that so I felt I needed to talk to him about it. Tonight would do while Jo was out.

We all pottered about for the rest of the afternoon, until about five. Jo suddenly looked at the clock, "Bloody hell, I'd better get ready."

"You've got nearly two hours," Mike said, "no need to panic."

"Who's panicking," she said, "come on Lena. I need to get ready."

He laughed as we went upstairs. Jo showered and afterwards I did her hair. I'd bought a small hairpiece to make her hair longer. I love her short hair and so does Mike but it does make her look older, more sophisticated. Perhaps that's why Guy thinks of her like that. Applying the hairpiece took her hair down to neck level at the back and, with a small flick of hair across her forehead, she looked at least three years younger, almost the same age as me. We didn't use much make-up, she wanted to be fairly natural, just a smidgeon of eye shadow, some blusher and a soft red lipstick (non smudge just in case!).

She was wearing tights tonight. As she said laughing, "We certainly aren't going to do anything so they won't get in the way." They were a soft natural colour and, when she got into the dress, she looked lovely. Very, very demure and certainly unsophisticated. He couldn't be intimidated by her now, I was sure. Then she put on the jewellery that Mike had bought her for her birthday. It is all so understated that it really enhanced her look. Just that little bit of sparkle that set everything off.

"I think you'll knock him dead in that," I said. "It looks just right, just 'you'."

"Do you think so?" she said coyly, "let's see what Mike thinks."

So, at nearly half past six, we went downstairs just in time to catch Mike leaving. "Well," she said, "how do I look."

He looked her up and down in 'that' fashion and said with a big smile on his face, "God, have we got a quick half hour. We can nip upstairs and I can undress you. You look ravishing. No," he said, "not ravishing. That's the wrong word. Fetching, yes fetching. Absolutely gorgeous. I should think he'll be putty in your hands after five minutes."

"It's not too much is it?" she asked, suddenly loosing her confidence.

"No, it's not too much. You look just right. He's an idiot if he doesn't realise how much trouble you have been to, to be right for him tonight. I'll tell him how lovely you look just so he doesn't faint at the sight of you, OK."

She smiled, "Thank you, both of you. Oh I'm so nervous. Isn't it silly but I can't help it."

"Everything will be fine. Don't worry. I'm off. See you in a minute."

Jo was a nervous wreck by the time we heard the car return. Mike came in, "He'll knock in a few moments. OK," he asked.

Jo took a deep breath, "Yes, OK."

He pecked her cheek, "Have a great evening," he said smiling.

"Yes Jo, enjoy yourself and calm down," I added laughing as I kissed her cheek. 

There was a knock on the door and she went to open it. I went to follow her but Mike held my arm, "Leave her," he said softly, "let her do this on her own." He was right of course.

We heard them at the door. Just caught a " . . . hello." Then a pause and ". . . you look nice," from Guy.

"Thank you, shall we go," said Jo and the door closed.

"I hope it all goes well," I said, "she really likes him you know."

"Yes, she does: and he really likes her. We had to stop on the way over. He was being rather silly again, you know, no confidence, did she like him really. All that nonsense."

"Oh no," I said, "I thought he'd got over that at the restaurant."

"Well he has, sort of, but now he has to go out with her on his own. There's no comfort zone is there. Anyway, I stopped the car an laid into him. I told him he was bloody lucky that he had caught the eye of a lovely young woman and he should be thanking his lucky stars that she wanted to go out with him. I told him to buck his ideas up and put whatever had happened in the past behind him. He was very apologetic and sad. He told me what happened, you know, what he told Jo. He took a girl out, or rather she took him back to her flat and she sort of attacked him. Was crazy for sex with him. He was so shocked, and shy I suppose, that he was completely unable to perform." I raised my eyebrows. 

He smiled, "That can happen," he said, "we males are not as simple as you women think. Certain things can put us off completely and, on this night, her antics did. Again I suppose it's a bit my fault for instilling my values in him, my feeling about women. Anyway she was frustrated and called him a poof, etc, and threw him out. Not only that, she put it around that he couldn't perform so that any girl he took out was quickly taken to one side and turned off him.

"Then one evening one of her friends tricked him back to her flat where she and her friends were waiting for him. Well, I suppose that they raped him, or tried anyway, because he couldn't do anything. After that experience he just ignored girls and buried himself in his studies. I told him that he should have told me at the time, we could have talked it through but he didn't, he just sat on it and assumed he was inadequate.

"So now I'm faced with the problem of how to boost his confidence, show him he is normal and that many men would have reacted as he did." He looked at me with a smile on his face, "You know he fancies you don't you?"

"Yes," I laughed, "you told me."

"Well," he said, "I asked him, 'Do you think about Lena?'. He got embarrassed. 'Come on,' I said, 'I know you do, you fancy her don't you?'

"He was embarrassed but he did admit it."

"Oh good," I said laughing, "I was hoping he did."

"Stop it minx," he laughed, "'Well,' I said to him, 'What happens when you think about her?' He got embarrassed again. 'You get a hard-on don't you?' I said. He nodded, 'and you masturbate, don't you. Thinking of her?' He was mortified that I had realised all this and stumbled to apologise. I told him I didn't mind a bit and I was sure you would be flattered but the point I was trying to make was that he was perfectly normal. If he wasn't he wouldn't do all that in the first place would he. He seemed to get his head together then. I told him again that I didn't mind him thinking of you like that and that you would be flattered. So, anyway, I ended up by telling him to just be himself, not to be worried about anything. Jo certainly wasn't going to attack him in the restaurant was she. He saw how silly he was being and his confidence returned. He wanted to know how to treat her and I just said treat her like a lady because she is one."

"Do you think he'll be OK now then?"

"Well, I hope so. I think Jo has got the measure of him. Dressing younger will make him feel better I think. She appears much more demure and less experienced dressed like that so I don't think she'll threaten him. If he just behaves like himself they'll have a wonderful evening."

"Oh, I do hope so," I said, "they look so right together. You know, I was thinking; if it does go well tonight and she comes home happy, I think we should tell her about Guy being best man and you getting him to the villa. It's unfair to keep it from her and it'll give her time to sort out in her mind the best way to deal with his visit, won't it?"

"Yes, I think you're right. She deserves that, but I don't want him to know. We must make that clear. If he has too much time to think about it he'll run a mile. Look Lena, you know if he comes to the villa she'll seduce him won't she. It's going to be hard enough for any man to be around you two hotties dressed in swimsuits so I'm sure he will run a mile when he sees you. I think she'll have to 'catch' him early but then that's up to her."

"Oh, I think she will. And she knows she'll have to be careful. Come on, let's get some food, I'm starving. We'll grill her when she gets home," I added laughing.

We spent the evening listening to music, as usual I suppose, and cuddling each other. I did ask him about Friday and Saturday.

"I want to start tomorrow night," I said as I cuddled up to him, "and I think Jo does." He smiled. "That way we might get more cums out of you," I added laughing.

"Well," he said smiling, "I'm all for that. What did you have in that sexy mind of yours?"

"Tomorrow," I said, "we'll take it as it comes." He laughed. "No," I said, "what I mean is we'll make love to you and you can have us, any way you like. Then I thought we could do something special Saturday," I added smiling seductively at him."

"What have you got in mind," he said knowing it would be sexy.

"We're going to be sexy all day aren't we?" He nodded. "Well, my idea is that each of us had two hours to get the other two to do what he or she wants. So, say from 10:00 to 12:00 Jo would be the one in charge. She can tell us to do things to each other or to her, then from 2:00 until 4:00 I get a go and from 6:00 to 8:00 it's your turn. After 8:00 it's anything goes, hopefully some DP'ing. How does that sound."

"Mmm," he said smiling at me, "that sounds interesting, but what about me. I'm not sure that I can keep it up all day. I might just be able to manage twice," he laughed, "I suppose I'd better start eating oysters."

I laughed back, "No," I said, "I've thought it all out. You cum once in the morning. Jo and I will toss a coin for morning and afternoon but, whoever gets the morning, she has to share your cum. Is that all right?"

He smiled, "Sounds good to me, but I won't be able to stay hard all day you know. I'll need some rest for the evening."

"I know," I said, "We'll just have to take that into consideration. After all, you have got a tongue and fingers," I ended archly. Then I remembered that we had the strap-on and the toys: should I mention them? Well, we'd be using the strap-on on Saturday night wouldn't we.

"Mike," I said, "we've got a strap-on and a dildo to, so you can have a bit of a rest."

He put on a hang-dog expression, "So, you don't really need me at all do you." Thankfully I could see he was only playing now, he wasn't worried about inadequacy.

"Not at all," I said laughing. "Remember, you told me that masturbating wasn't as good as the real thing and these toys will never replace that lovely cock of yours." And I put my hand on his groin just to make the point.

"Good," he said laughing as well, "so us men are not redundant yet."

"Far from it," I said thoughtfully. Touching him there had started a small reaction and, well you know me, I started to think about having him. He must have noticed my increase in temperature.

"No Lena, sweetheart. I'd truly love to but I need to rest for the coming struggle," he said smiling gently at me.

I hugged him tight and nibbled his ear, "Mmm, I'm looking forward to it. I hope Jo agrees." Then I remembered my earlier thoughts.

"Mike," I said pensively, "earlier, when you were talking to Jo, it sounded like a father talking to his daughter before her first date, Was it like that?"

"Well, I suppose it was really. Jo is younger than my daughters after all so I suppose I went into that mode. Why, does it bother you?" He seemed concerned. Then I realised. Of course this would be another thing that emphasized out age difference. I needed to be careful.

"No, it was sweet really. Caring. Mike," I was going to broach the subject now, "I've been thinking."

"Oh dear," he said smiling, "that doesn't bode well!"

"No, listen. Please. When you spoke to her like that I sort of felt as if you were our father. No, please listen. It felt wonderful. I've never had one have I. Just a procession of 'uncles' who either ignored me or fancied me. Watching you made me feel, oh I don't know, made me feel part of a family for the first time in my life."

"Good," he said, "you are my family, my family and my life. You know that."

I kissed him, "Yes I know that. I got to thinking though, mightn't it seem a bit, you know, oh how shall I say this, seedy. A father and daughter sort of thing?"

He laughed, "Incestuous you mean?"

"I don't know really. I suppose so, yes."

"Well," he said, "that sort of feeling is always going to be a consequence of our age difference isn't it. Be honest, some of my appeal to you must be as a father figure, right?"

I thought about it and, of course, he was right. Deep down I did see him as a father figure as well as a lover. I suppose that's why I loved him so deeply, because I loved him two ways.

"Yes," I said, "I suppose that's why I felt like that when you spoke to Jo like a father. Nobody ever spoke to me like that before I met you. You sometimes treat me like a daughter I suppose, although I don't really know what being treated like a daughter is like," I ended rather lamely.

He smiled tenderly at me, "I don't mind if you see me like that. Perhaps I love you like a daughter as well as a lover. I'm not aware of it, only that I love you, so I can't really say. Do you mind if I treat you like a daughter not a lover?"

"No, you always treat me as if you love me so it doesn't matter does it, and I don't know the difference anyway. But, isn't it a bit seedy?" I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.

He laughed, "No it isn't the slightest bit seedy. You and I have a completely untainted love for each other. Anyway, for a start incest is not 'bad' in every society. Many cultures allow for it, secondly it's probably the most fantasized sex subject going. Certainly if you look on the erotic story websites there are far more stories about incest than anything else. In some quarters it's almost thought that banning it is wrong! There are two main objections to it really. One is a matter of control. Parents have control over children and elder children have power over younger siblings. That power or control can be abused and incest may be one result. Then there is always the genetic problem, children born of parents and siblings will share genes and there's a greater likelihood of genetic disorder being passed on. In a way, I suppose, with birth control like today parents, children, and siblings don't need to have children together do they. Anyway, all that doesn't matter does it. We are not related are we. I'm not your father, though, in a way, I suppose I love you like a daughter as well as a woman. It's confusing isn't it," he ended rather lamely as well.




Caroline Ch. 07.02



"Oh, it doesn't matter. It's me being silly again, thinking of things that don't really matter." Just then we heard the car draw up onto the drive. "Oh, Jo's back," I said and got up to go to the door.

He laughed, "Hold on," he said, "give them time to say goodnight properly. I expect this is the first chance she'll have got to kiss him. Patience sweet one," he cuddled me, "I'm sure all will be revealed."

I pouted but of course he was right. It seemed ages before we heard the front door close and Jo walked into the lounge. Oh dear, was she on a cloud. It looked as if she was walking two inches off the ground.

"You had a good time," Mike asked smiling.

"Mmm," she said apparently still in a dream world. I got up quickly and put on a Barbra Streisand CD and played 'He touched me' really loud. This seemed to bring her back to reality as she looked at me and laughed, "Yes, he did," she said vehemently.

"Look, I'll go and make some coffee. Want one Jo?"

"Mmm, yes please."

"You be careful Jo," he laughed as he left the room, "she'll have the thumbscrews out soon."

I poked my tongue out at him and turned to Jo, "Well?"

"Well what," she said smiling at me.

"Oh bloody hell, stop teasing. How did it go? Come on tell me. Please."

She laughed, "Oh all right Lena. It went very well, very well indeed."

She continued to tease me. She knew full well that I wanted to know every detail of the evening. I crossed over and sat next to her on the settee. "Now come on, you've got to tell me everything that happened. Was he a gentleman; was he shy; did you kiss, touch; did he make a pass?" She just looked at me and smiled. I was beginning to get exasperated, "Jo, tell me!!"

She laughed, "Lena, of course I'll tell you. I'm just teasing. Wait until Mike comes back. I'm sure he wants to know as well."

"Wants to know what," he said as he brought in the coffee.

"What happened to night," I said, "she's teasing me."

He laughed at me, "Lena, you are an inquisitive little minx, and I love you when you get frustrated like this."

I pouted at them both and Jo began to tell her story.

"He seemed much calmer tonight when I opened the door. After my hello he said I looked nice and he gave me a little peck on the cheek. Very tentative but it was a good start. Of course he was the complete gentleman all evening, just like you Mike, and he seemed to be able to talk about anything. As the meal progressed he grew in confidence. He touched my hand several times and once moved my hair from my eyes. Oh Lena," she seemed to go into a sort of dreamlike trance for a moment, "it was wonderful. The way he looked at me." 

She turned to Mike, "It's like the way you look at me, and at Lena, but it wasn't so sexy," she smiled, "I suppose he hasn't learned that yet."

"Probably not," Mike smiled back, "it comes with practice and knowledge."

"Mmm," she said thoughtfully, "I suppose so, but he does have that thing you have, that you do with your eyes. Worshipping, Lena calls it and I suppose that's as close as it can get. When he looked at me as he moved the hair so many different things were going on, on his face and in his eyes. It was lovely.

"Well, after we finished the meal he said that it was such a lovely evening, did I feel like a walk in the gardens. You know the restaurant don't you, the gardens are all lit up this time of the year. So I said of course I did, it would be nice to get some air. So we went outside and strolled for a bit. Then I shivered. He gave me his jacket and put his arms round me to warm me up. It certainly did!"

"I bet," I said laughing.

"Oh Lena, it was heaven in his arms. I leant my head on his shoulder and put my arms around him, felt his warmth. I could feel his heart beating." 

She looked at me then at Mike, "I think I love him," she said tearfully. "I'm sorry Mike, Lena but I've never felt anything like that before. I felt part of him and as if he was part of me. I never wanted to let him go. I had to stop myself hugging him too tightly and giving it all away. Oh Lena, I'm sorry!"

I put my arms around her and held her tightly, "Don't be sorry, you silly woman. We're both happy for you. We want you to love him, and him to love you, don't we Mike."

He smiled gently at her, "I couldn't be happier for you Joanna, don't worry about us, love him if you want to."

"I hoped you'd both say that. At that moment I wasn't thinking about anything other than him. How should I react? I wanted to kiss him but last time we'd got like this, remember, on the dance floor, he'd pulled away. I had to kiss him however, to show him how I felt but it had to be a chaste kiss. So I pulled away from him a little and looked up into his eyes. I think I saw something there, love I hope, but I don't know. Then I gently pulled him down and kissed him, a 'proper kiss' Lena, you know, that says all you want to say to the one you love. He didn't pull away and he didn't stop. He kissed me back. God I was in seventh heaven, but it was too intense, these feelings were obviously difficult for both of us because, when we drew apart we both needed time to recover."

"Did you fancy him, you know, like that?"

"Strangely enough, no. I wasn't thinking about sex with him, not then anyway. Just about how I felt about him and the emotions churning around inside me."

"What happened then?"

"We went back inside for a while and then left to come home. I think we both realised that something had happened, something important. He wasn't shy anymore, quite the reverse. The kiss seemed to have filled him with confidence, as if he knew that I wasn't messing about, that I was serious and he could afford to be serious too.

"We didn't say much on the drive home. When we got here he walked me to the door. 

'Thank you for a lovely evening,' I said to him. 

'No,' he said, 'thank you.'

'I was almost perfect.' I said.

'Almost?'

'Yes, almost. It will be perfect when you kiss me goodnight.'

He reached for me with more passion than he's shown up till now and he held me tightly to him. We kissed, quite passionately and now I was thinking about sex with him because I could tell he was thinking about it with me." She looked at Mike and smiled, "I don't think that there's anything wrong with him. From what I could feel sticking in my tummy, he has all the right reactions!"

Mike laughed, "I don't think so either." Then more seriously, "He told me about the girls at college," he said, "so I understand why he's been behaving like he has but I think he's over it now. Certainly seems to be after what you've told us."

"Honestly, he could have had me on the doorstep, the way I felt after tonight but, of course, he's too much of a gentleman. I think he was a bit embarrassed by his reaction. It must have been obvious that I could feel him." She turned to me and laughed, "I certainly don't think that he was at the back of the queue when they handed out the equipment Lena."

I laughed, "So you're thinking of him like that now are you."

"Yes," she said smiling, "I'm afraid I am. I think he's over the lack of confidence thing in public. In the bedroom I suspect it may be a different matter, but I'll deal with that when we get back from Italy. Anyway, after we kissed goodbye I told him that I'd see him at the wedding and he said he couldn't wait and off he went looking back and smiling at me. Oh I didn't want him to go but then what could I do?"

I looked suggestively at Mike and he coughed and said, "Well Jo, I've got something to tell you about that. I hope you're not going to mind but it is part of our matchmaking plan." 

She looked from one to the other and put on her mock serious face, "Is this you or Lena?" she said.

"I'm afraid it's me again," he said smiling at her. "It's only trying to ease things along a bit and, now that you have hooked him, I think you might be quite pleased."

"Well," she said, "don't keep me in suspense. What have you planned?"

"I think it's quite good," I said, "you'll like it, really, Jo."

"You know that Guy is on a sabbatical leave at the moment. He's finished his Masters and he's taking some time off before he goes to Italy to work with Bernardo's company for a few months. Then he returns to the UK to set up a branch of the company here. Well, he's not due out to Italy for a while but I've arranged two things. Firstly he will be my best man at the wedding."

"You see Jo," I butted in, "that's good isn't it? It's the best man's job to look after the matron of honour so you'll be all right!"

She laughed, "Yes, I suppose I will."

"Shush Lena, let me finish. I've arranged with Bernardo to call him out to Italy early, just the day after we leave for the villa. Then he'll send him to Milan for a few days. Guy has some very good ideas for improving one or two of the company's products and the base for those is Milan. Bernardo will also tell Guy that he has written down all the plans for the wedding and that I need to see them so, when he finishes in Milan, 8 or 9 days we think, he'll come up to the villa. Once there I'll ask him to stay: voila, he's all yours! Well?"

She was quiet for a moment then she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, "Oh yes," she said breathlessly, "that is perfect, absolutely perfect. Thank you Mike." Then she looked at him in that sexy way of hers, "Now I'll have to find some way to say thank you properly won't I?"

"It was my plan as well," I said pouting at her.

She hugged me and kissed me, "I'll say thank you properly to you too," she said.

"You know you'll have to seduce him as soon as he gets there don't you Jo? He'll run a mile when he sees you two strutting about in swimsuits. I said to Lena, I don't know how I'm going to cope for a whole month." He laughed, "I'll actually be glad when Guy arrives, he might take some of the pressure off me!"

Jo looked pensive, "Yes, I suppose I will. I haven't really thought about that aspect with him until just now. He will won't he, run a mile, I mean. It'll be all right, I'll get him in my bedroom and then we'll be OK." She looked round at both of us, "Oh, I feel so happy. What have you two been doing this evening, no naughties I hope, we want you fit for tomorrow night Mike," she ended smiling.

"No, no naughties," he said laughing back, "but Lena has some interesting ideas for Saturday don't you Lena?"

So I told her all about my idea for the. She seemed very interested and agreed straight away. "You toss the coin to see who gets the first session," she said to Mike.

"OK," he said fishing a coin from his pocket, "heads it's Lena and tails it's you Jo, all right." With that he tossed the coin and it came down heads.

I clapped my hands and laughed, "Oh goody, I get to make him cum."

Jo laughed, "I want to check that coin," she said, "and make sure it doesn't have two heads." She reached for the coin, so did Mike and I, and we all ended up in a heap on the floor. That started us all kissing each other and both Jo and I grabbing Mike and starting to undress him. He just laid there and let us do what we liked. Before long he was naked.

"Now, now girls," he said sternly. "You can look but you can't touch, OK?"

We both pouted at him, "Please," we said together.

He sat up, "Now look you two sexy vixens, do you want your bottoms primed tomorrow night? Do you want me to be able to bonk the both of you silly or do you want a fairly ordinary one now and not too much tomorrow? It's your choice."

We looked at each other, "No," I said, "We'll just have to wait until tomorrow night won't we Jo?"

"I suppose so," she said sadly then she laughed, "Oh I do love you both. Come on let's go to bed." So we did, and slept in the next morning.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 07.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! All sex in this one – to make up for the previous chapters!)

Caroline's tale continues:

Friday night threesome.

Jo and I went out shopping on Friday morning, just to pick up a few more things for our trip, mainly for me in the clinic. Mike stayed in to get the car ready and everything. I was looking forward to driving down to Italy. Jo and I had been on holiday a couple of times together but always by plane so driving was a novelty. Mike had arranged two overnight stops on the way down so we'd arrive in Bologna around lunchtime Tuesday. We were due in the clinic midday on Wednesday so that gave us only a day to settle down still, best get in there quickly I say.

We took a light lunch in with us and something easy to cook for Saturday night. We didn't want any distractions caused by having to cook complicated food! Mike had suggested we go out to dinner tonight and we both agreed that it was a good idea so the afternoon was rather lazy. A few last minute things to do, we wouldn't be leaving till late morning on Sunday but be didn't want to be messing about then so we tried to get everything ready. We would do all the packing on Saturday whilst playing our games, we thought that would be interesting!

We went to a nice restaurant in the evening, fairly early, we had a busy night ahead! We all ate quite lightly. I know I don't enjoy sex as much on a full stomach! Nor do Jo and Mike so it was small but enjoyable. We didn't have anything to drink either. Mike certainly won't before he has to 'perform' as he puts it and neither Jo nor I wanted to spoil any feelings we might have. I think we all felt that tonight was going to be special. My only worry was that Mike would find it hard going, literally. I know I felt really hot and I wanted him a lot and Jo, well Jo was running so hot it was untrue.

She'd got up hot this morning, looking at Mike as though she wanted to eat him! As Mike left the breakfast room I said to her, "Jo, what's the matter, you look like you could eat him?"

"Lena, I feel so hot. I had this wonderful dream last night. It was me, with Guy and Mike, but it wasn't Guy and Mike all the time. Sometimes it was Guy who turned into Mike and sometimes the reverse. Sometime they'd both be inside me, one in the front and one in the back, then one would disappear. Then I'd be sucking one while the other was in my bottom or my pussy. Then they'd change round or disappear the come back somewhere else. All the time you were watching and egging them on, telling them to bonk me harder. It was so strange but, bloody hell, it was good."

"It sounds bloody good," I said, "I wonder if Guy will agree to being shared. You will ask him to share you won't you?"

"Yes Lena, I will at the right time. I don't really know what will happen if he says no, I hope he won't. If I talk to him about if properly it should be OK but I don't want to think about him not agreeing. I'll just have to deal with that when it happens. I don't know what I'm going to do then Lena."

"I know," I said, "let's just wait and see, and hope," and I cuddled her. This subject could get her very sad very quickly and I understood what a terrible position she would be in if he didn't agree. I didn't mind not sharing him, I had Mike, but I would be devastated if he didn't want Jo to continue her relationship with me. I love her and so does Mike but I don't think it would affect him quite so much: he has me after all. I'm sure it would hurt us all if it ended, particularly ended like that. But, you know me by now, I'm an optimist. I was sure that, in the end, Guy would see that forcing Jo to finish our relationship would probably sow the seeds of the end of theirs; her through resentment and him through guilt. I just hoped he would see it like that. Anyway our little discussion had calmed her down somewhat and she was her usual self all day.

We got back from the restaurant about 8:30 and Mike went straight off to have a soak in the bath. We left him there for a while then both showered and got ready in our usual way. We were very careful with our enemas. Making sure we were very clean so we were ready to take him anywhere and he could change between us: eager for him to do so in fact. I know I wanted him everywhere. It's only on occasions like this that you wish your man could go on and on but they're not made like that are they so we have to be thankful we have a man who can last for such a long time before he cums.

After getting ready we went to find him in the bathroom. It was funny, he was nearly asleep in there so we dragged him out of the bath and dried him down. Then we both took turns kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock to full hardness. I think he enjoyed it.

I knelt in front of him first and took his flaccid penis into my mouth. Jo took one look down and said, "Bugger, I don't think I've ever sucked one from soft, let me have a go," and she knelt down beside me. She took all of him into her mouth and began to use her tongue to wind him up.

"Oh fuck," he said, "come here Lena and kiss me."

I stood up and he turned his upper half towards me and held me. I planted a kiss on his lips and he returned it with interest, his tongue pushing into my mouth. He was obviously very hot. I pulled away, "How's it going down there?" I laughingly asked Jo.

She mumbled something with his, now half hard penis, still in her mouth. He was rapidly getting hard and getting worked up. I knelt down beside her and started on his balls, hard themselves now as he became more excited. His hands reached down to hold Jo's head still and he began to plough her mouth quite hard. She enjoyed it, looking up at him with her big brown eyes and forming her mouth into a perfect 'O' for him. I imagined her tongue was working overtime.

But, hang on, this was getting dangerous. They were both enjoying this and I began to think he might actually fill her mouth with spunk. From the look on her face I think she wanted it but it would mean a short end to the evening and neither of us would get bonked properly. I took hold of his balls and gave them a hard squeeze. This caused an, "Oh shit, Lena, that hurt," from Mike as he pulled his saliva dripping erection from Jo's mouth and a pout from her as she lost this lovely pillar of flesh that I'm sure she hoped would fill her mouth with his cream.

"Hey you two," I said laughing, "don't forget we've got the rest of the night to go. And you," I said mock seriously to Mike, "have got a lot more holes to fill with that weapon of yours so don't go off half cocked."

Jo stood up, put her arms round me and said, "I'm sorry Lena, but the feeling of him growing in my mouth was amazing and the taste of him, oh dear, I'm afraid I got carried away. I really wanted a mouthful of spunk just then."

"I'm sorry too, darling," he said to me putting his arms around us both, "but, bloody hell, that was good. You know we ought to do that more often. It's absolutely marvellous to feel myself growing in such a lovely warm, wet place. Especially when it's being stroked all the time by an energetic tongue." He kissed us both.

I gently grabbed his erection and started towards the bedroom, "Come on you two, time to bonk!!" He laughed and hobbled on slightly behind me while Jo put her hands on his bottom to hurry him along.

"You know you two are going to pay for this," he said laughing.

"How," I asked archly as we entered the bedroom.

He grabbed us both and looked at us, his eyes hot with passion and desire. "The last thing I do tonight is to fuck both your arses in tandem off the edge of the bed while you French kiss each other. Then I'm going to drop half my cum in one arse before I change and put the rest in the other." I think he was using this language to hot us up even more!

We looked at each other, "That sounds good," I said laughing, "how about you Jo?"

"Sounds good to me," she laughed.

"Then," he said, "we'll get really naughty."

"Mmm, do tell," I said sexily.

"Then one of you will suck my cock clean while the other sucks my spunk from her arsehole. How about that?"

I looked at Jo and raised an eyebrow.

"Bags I suck cock," she said smiling just as sexily.

"Not finished yet," he said smiling, "then you kiss, mix it all up and swallow."

"Mmm, I love spunk and anything it's mixed with. What next," I said.

"Then you change places and do it again."

"Oh good, I wanted to suck the spunk out of Lena's arsehole."

"And I wanted to suck some cock," I said.

"Not finished," he said laughing. "Now you both kneel back on the edge of the bed and I inspect your bottom holes with my tongue. Do you think you can stand it?"

"Oh fuck yes," I said, "I can stand that all day!"

"And I'll give you two hours to stop doing it," Jo said. I noticed that we'd both picked up his use of language to heighten the excitement of the situation.

I don't know where all this came from but he was obviously very, very excited tonight. Perhaps bringing him hard from soft like that gets him more excited, I don't know but we're certainly going to try it. I wasn't worried about doing those things because Jo and I are always very clean down there before we do anal sex. You've got to be you see, especially if you're going to move from one to the other. So we are very careful about cleanliness there, making sure our enemas were effective. Anyway, it's much nicer when you are completely empty, you can feel more and the spunk hits your insides and makes you cum!

"Well," I said, "if you're going to do that to us we're going to sit on your face! Whether you like it or not. Come on Jo, let's get him."

With that we both pushed him on the bed and jumped on him. We had a little 'rumble' on the bed during which his hands seemed to be everywhere, particularly on our pussy's and bottoms. He finally gave up the struggle (not that he struggled very hard!) and lay on his back. "I give in," he said laughing, "you can have your wicked way with me."

"Oh, don't worry, we will," said Jo and she kissed him. "Now, you hold still and kiss my boobs while Lena sits on that lovely erection. Go on Lena, climb aboard." So saying she moved her chest over his face so he could suck her boobs. This meant, of course, that he couldn't see what I was doing. Well, I just pushed his legs together then knelt beside him to suck his penis. I hadn't tasted it yet tonight and I wanted to get the flavour of his precum because it always excites me. I took him in my mouth and gently sucked a few times. All too soon I was rewarded by a little spurt of precum, tasty as always, which I swirled around my mouth. It always makes me hot, just the taste of him, his essence. It's lovely; my way of loving him even more.

Now it was time to 'climb on board' as Jo put it so I pushed his legs together, making sure his tender ball sack wasn't trapped, and straddled him. I didn't want him all in at once so I took hold of his erection at the base, found my pussy with the head, and lowered myself down. Oh fuck, what bliss as he entered me. I was totally in control then, as I always am with him in this position, and I enjoyed teasing his cock for a few moments before I let myself take him up to my hand. I assumed he enjoyed it, I couldn't tell because his face was buried in Jo's boobs at the time, she was enjoying it however, looking at me with lust in her eyes awaiting her turn on board no doubt. I bounced a couple of times onto my hand then took it away. I love doing it like this, how long will I wait before removing my hand even I don't know: this means he'll never know when either.

I sank down on him with a sigh. I think I heard a grown from him. Something must have happened because Jo suddenly took a deep breath. "Time for your fun now," I said as I settled down on him enjoying the feeling of all of his hardness inside me. Jo knelt up and allowed him to look at me. He did and smiled, "Oh that's good princess," he said, "stay there forever."

I smiled at him and said, "Be quiet, Jo's going to sit on your face now. Do you want her to?"

"Bloody hell, yes," he said, "come on Jo."

She wasted no time in squatting over his head facing me. Before lowering herself down on him she leant forward and gave me a lovely kiss. He reached up for her thighs and pulled her down onto his face as she did so. She let out her breath into me as his mouth must have touched her pussy then she pulled away, her eyes showing her pleasure at his tongue. I started to gently bounce up and down on him, absorbing the pleasure generated inside my vagina as the walls massaged his sexy muscle. I knew I had to be careful, I didn't want him to cum yet and I could feel he was very hard, usually a sign he was ready. It was difficult because I couldn't see his face because Jo was sitting on it, and enjoying every second of it by the look on her face. I could see she was near to climax and when her eyes opened wide and as shout of, "Oh yes, yes," escaped her lips, I knew he must have probed her bottomhole with his finger and brought her to orgasm. This made me even hotter and I bounced harder finally sensing my own climax almost upon me. I reached forward for Jo and kissed her, now in her post climax daze but still responsive to my mouth, and came; the orgasm filling my whole body with pleasure and making my nerve ends tingle. I hoped he was able to hold on because, at that moment, I didn't care too much. I just wanted to cum!

With our orgasms dissipating, Jo and I fell off him sideways and snuggled up to him.

"Oh shit," he said, "that was good. Come here Jo and kiss me."

Fully awake now after her orgasm she moved to kiss his lips, tasting herself on them.

"Now I think you should suck my cock Jo before you get on board, don't you Lena? Then you can park that gorgeous arse on my face so I can explore that delectable pussy of yours with my tongue."

Well, of course, we needed no second bidding and I watched with pleasure as Jo moved down to take his still erect member into her mouth. She must have been able to taste me on him and, mixed with his precum, I'm sure it made a heady cocktail. She seemed to enjoy it, sucking strongly and smiling up at us both with her mouth stretched around his erection.

"Oh shit Jo. Not too much please. God, where did you learn to use your tongue like that. Oh hell, kiss me Lena."

So I did, hot, long, and hard with my tongue pushing past his lips and swirling around his mouth, tasting him, drinking him in.

As I pulled away her threw his arms sideways, "This must be heaven," he said, "but Jo, you're going to have to stop doing that for a minute. It's too much and I'll fill that gorgeous mouth of yours with spunk." He looked at me, "and we all know where that is due to go don't we," he said with a huge and playful leer.

Jo pulled her mouth away from him and laughed, so did I. "Give me a minute to get control please, then climb on board."

I moved down to Jo and we kissed. She exchanged the taste of him and me with me as we did so and I hugged her tight before we moved apart and got ready to 'queen' him again.

"You go first this time Jo, let him see you taking his lovely prick up inside you."

"Mmm," she said as she squatted over his erection, still hard but laying down on his stomach. She took hold of it and began to gently masturbate him, bring him back to full hardness, then she wiped the head backwards and forwards across her pussy as she looked at him and licked her lips lasciviously before poking her tongue out at him. Now for some reason, as you've probably gathered this, when we poke our tongues out at him it really turns him on. I don't know why, nor does he actually, but it does. So the effect of Jo doing this was to make him sigh and say, "Oh Jo, for god's sake, fuck me with that beautiful pussy of yours, please." He almost pleaded!

She took pity on him and, placing the head of his cock just inside her vagina, she settled down on him; taking him completely inside in one go.

"Oh fuck," he said.

"Holy shit," she said.

And I laughed, "That must be good."

"Oh Lena, it's heaven isn't it Mike," she said looking down at him. I think he was having trouble controlling himself, she is tighter than me after all, so it must have been very difficult for him.

"For god's sake don't move," he said to her, "bloody hell," he breathed.

I leant forward and kissed her. It was obvious she wouldn't be long coming to her second climax but she did realise the importance of keeping him fully loaded. I know I was looking forward to my arse being fucked so I didn't want him cum just yet. 

She settled down on him, her face full of pleasure, and I thought it time I took his mind of his cock so I moved to cover his face. The feeling of anticipation was marvellous as I began to slowly lower myself onto him. I must admit that since doing this the first time I find it terribly erotic and exciting. I suppose it's being in control. Here we are, both helpless females (!), with this big, strong, man beneath us unable to do anything other than provide his penis and his mouth for us to use as we like. I lowered myself down on him and felt his hands on my pussy, pulling apart the lips to give him complete access. I was already starting to feel very, very good. It got better as I settled on him, his mouth in and around my sex and his tongue playing it's usual tune. Bloody hell, he said my mouth was wicked but his tongue was pretty exciting as well! As usual he reached up and pulled me down onto him as he moved his head along my pussy, sucking and licking all the time. Then his finger in my bottom, hell, then two fingers.

I looked at Jo. She was bouncing up and down in a world of her own enjoying the feeling of having him like this. I thought it best not to interrupt her reverie so I started to press down and back, taking more of his mouth and his fingers as my second orgasm began. His fingers were moving in my bottom, gorgeous, and his tongue had found my clit now; he licked; he sucked and I came. Gosh it was good as I ground down on his face. How he coped I don't know but he did, and I know he enjoyed it. 

I slipped off sideways to allow him to breathe but Jo was still 'riding high' on his erection. How many times she came I don't know but after a little while she had finished and slid off as well.

"Bloody hell," he said, "but you two are hot tonight."

"Mmm," I said, "and we haven't cooled down yet. What's next?"

He looked at Jo now in her post orgasmic dream world for a while. "I think we ought to wait for Jo don't you. It'll give me a bloody rest as well."

I laughed, "All right. I'll get a towel and dry your face." I suddenly felt guilty. His face was so wet with both of us, all over his eyes and everything. "Oh Mike, I'm sorry. We shouldn't do this, you're all wet and everything."

He laughed, "I don't mind sweetheart. I enjoy you two enjoying yourselves. Give me a kiss then a towel." So I kissed him hand then dried his face and neck after which I kissed him again. By this time Jo had finally come back to life and was laying next to him stroking his chest.

"That was bloody marvellous," she said, "better than the first time I think. Don't you Lena?"

"Mmm. I enjoyed it. What about you Mike. Did you like Jo fucking you?"

He smiled, "Oh yes, almost as much as I'm going to like fucking her," he said leering at her. She blushed as usual when he started playing, this time all over. Oh, I do wish blushing did so much for me.

"It's not fair," I said putting on a big pout, "I don't look sexier when I blush."

He reached up for me, "Ah," he said, "but you look sexy ALL the time. Come here and kiss me, vamp!"




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"What does that mean? I'm not going to kiss you until you tell me what it means," I said pouting at him outrageously and poking my tongue out.

"It means," he said laughing, "and unscrupulously seductive woman who used her sex appeal to entrap and exploit men!"

"Oh, I don't do I?" I said wondering what he meant.

"No, of course you don't. You're not unscrupulous but you do use that fabulous sex appeal of yours to entrap and exploit me! Both of you," he said laughing, "both of you sat on my face, and on my cock. You showed me no mercy. And I didn't want to," he whined.

We both laughed at him and started to tickle him. This soon turned into stroking, then kissing, then licking. We all ended up in a heap laughing.

"Did I entrap you," I said still unsure of what he might be saying.

"Yes," he said, "you did but you didn't intend to did you. It just happened. You're not a vamp really, you're a lovely young woman with whom I'm in love and anything you do to me in the bedroom is wonderful. As for you, young lady," he said turning to Jo, "you are her accomplice, such a gorgeous accomplice at that," and he leant over an kissed her.

"Now," he said, "I think it's your turn to be sat on."

We both looked at each other and raised our eyebrows.

"Tell us more?" Jo said.

"I think it's time that I screwed you both, don't you?"

"Oh yes please." "Come on then!"

With that he put us in position. "Lena, you lay on your back. Put this pillow under your bottom. Mmm, I can get at it now," he laughed then, "Jo, park your bottom on her face. OK Lena, start licking, front and back," he emphasized.

Then he crawled between my legs. Of course I couldn't see what was happening because Jo's pussy was centimetres from my face and my tongue was working overtime. I felt my bottom being raised a little and some more pillows being placed underneath, then hands, Jo's I think, pulling my legs back towards my head opening me completely.

Oh shit, then his tongue in my pussy. He opened my vagina and started to lick inside before moving to my clit just to wake it up (as if it needed it). Then I felt his legs, his knees I think, pressed against my bottom and his cock at my vagina.

I was getting the idea now. He was going to take me like this while I sucked and licked Jo and he could kiss her. That sounded good. I couldn't wait for my turn on top but now I just wanted him inside me. Thankfully he didn't wait long, pushing forward almost immediately and giving me half of his lovely cock. This was quite a novel experience. Although he was moving in me and it was heaven, I couldn't really concentrate properly on what was going on down there because I was faced, literally, with Jo's delectable pussy. Now my automatic response when this happens is to pleasure her as much as I can but now it was difficult to concentrate on that because of what Mike was doing. 

Now he thrust fully inside me, not quite as deep as usual, the position I suppose, but good nevertheless and he began to move in a steady, and oh so enjoyable, motion. So I was torn in two, concentrate on what he was doing or on Jo. The effect was to make my orgasm take longer to arrive because I wanted to pleasure Jo and make sure she enjoyed herself. I think she did because she came as well. I found out later (when I was on top) that it's just the same, you have two things to think about, being eaten downstairs and Mike kissing you and playing with your boobs. Although I will say I think it's easier on top!

Anyway, he continued to gently play my pussy with his erection, in and out slowly but firmly until, finally, I had to stop eating Jo's delicious pussy and just concentrate on cumming. By now I was returning his strokes with interest, pushing back at him with my pelvis as he thrust forward; the feeling was heavenly and, sure enough, I climaxed. A wonderful orgasm that made me pull Jo down as Mike pulled me onto his face earlier. It was lovely, and I think she enjoyed it as well!

Again we all fell sideways in a heap, breathless with the expenditure of energy involved in this complicated arrangement. We both cuddled up to him and laughed, "Where did you learn that," Jo asked him.

"Nowhere," he said with apparent disinterest, "I just thought it up. You sit on my face so I thought that it was time you both," and he looked at Jo and then a massive wink in my direction, "experienced it."

"It's funny Jo," I said, "there's so much going on you don't know where to concentrate."

She laughed and reached forward to kiss him, "I know," she said, "there was lot happening on top as well!"

He held Jo tightly to him then reached for me, "Oh you two are marvellous," he said laughing, "how am I going to keep you happy."

I kissed him full on the lips and said, "Well, you've kept me happy up till now, I think Jo should be underneath now. That should keep her happy, eh Jo?"

"Mmm," she said sticking her finger in her mouth and sucking it, "I don't know," she added in her little girl voice, "Lena, should I let him fuck me, what do you think, should I, should I?"

He laughed and grabbed her, "Come here you outrageous vixen," and he kissed her then laid her down on her back, "Bloody hell, I want you," he said as he looked down at her.

She smiled back, "Come on then, fuck me. Fuck me hard!" She was obviously very, very ready!

I saw now how he positioned himself. With one of us on top he couldn't take the usual position so he slightly raised her bottom, placing the pillows underneath to push her pelvis up. Then he sat back on his haunches with his cock sticking out and moved towards her. He lifted her legs back to leave her completely open to him and later, when I covered her face, gave them to me to hold back. Her legs like this allowed him to penetrate her pussy in almost the same way was as usual. The only problem, which I had noticed, was that he couldn't get as far in but it was still bloody good!

While he was doing this I was exchanging tongues with Jo prior to 'queening' her. I knew I would enjoy it because she knows just how to get me off with her tongue. Whether she could concentrate enough to do it depended on Mike. Now I knew that his game was to try and disturb our concentration so that we couldn't do either. It was sort of a trial by bonking I suppose. It was great fun and we did it often in the future, even after Guy (oops, I've given it away – but you guessed anyway didn't you?).

Of course in Jo's case he entered her vagina before I sat on her face so she had a bit of an advantage, she was going before I had a chance to get into position. I knelt over her head and lowered myself. As I did so I looked into Mike's eyes, full of love and lust, as he took in my naked body. That was almost enough to make me cum, him looking at me like that – ever been screwed by someone's eyes? He could do that, especially to me. When Jo and I sit on each others face we don't sink right down like we do on Mike, he is a man after all: it's allowed isn't it!? We tend to stop above each other's face to allow our tongues and lips full access to those tender private parts that we knew so well. Now she began to use her tongue, and she knew how to use it just right. At the same time Mike put his arms out to hold me and began to kiss me, gently inserting is tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back as he began to move back and forth, the result of moving in Jo in a steady rhythm. Then his hands wandered down to my boobs and started to stroke, squeeze, and massage them and my nipples. He was in total control and he loved it! He was teasing us both. He always did this in this position, it was his sort of play time. He would never cum. In fact I think he used this position as a way of coming off his high so that he would be able to continue with the more serious sex that inevitably followed this playful arrangement.

It might have been playful for him but for us, bloody hell, we enjoyed it. Again, just like when I was in Jo's position, I couldn't seem to concentrate on my coming orgasm. What with Jo's tongue, which sometimes stopped altogether for a while; I suppose she was finding it difficult to concentrate too, and Mike working my boobs and kissing me I was confused about where my climax was coming from. Of course this is what he wanted, it took longer for the orgasm to arrive and when it did, it was usually unexpected.

He was tweaking my nipples now and kissing me; and Jo's tongue was working well so I was starting to cum. Not a big one but satisfying all the same. Thankfully Jo's didn't start until mine was finished because she stopped licking me when it did.

As she finished her orgasm Mike rolled to one side. He was covered in sweat and had obviously been working very hard; and he hadn't cum yet! We'd had three at least.

I said to Jo, "I think we need to look after Mike now, don't you. You have a bit of a rest Mike while we look after you."

"I'm going to have both your bottoms, you know that, so don't make me cum," he said laughing. "I'll just lay here helpless in your arms."

"We're just going to kiss you and massage you, aren't we Jo," I said and she nodded.

"You just have a rest," and she kissed him, "you must be nice and fit to be able to take our bottoms mustn't you?"

So we knelt each side of him and started to stroke his body, from his head to his toes. All the time we kept up a conversation as if he wasn't there, talking about him taking our bottoms.

"I like it when he first goes in," I said.

"No, it's much nicer when he slides back and forward in my bottom. Do you like him all the way in?"

"Ooohhh yes, I can't get enough of that lovely fat cock in my arse. I like to feel it stretching my anus." He'd like the language!

"Yes," she said, "just think of it stretching to three inches. Oh how I love it when I stretch to take him inside."

"What about when he cums, can you feel it?"

"Mmm, yes. Lovely and hot hitting your insides. I love his cum inside me."

"I like to feel it running out of my bottom, you know, when he makes you open really wide."

Of course we knew that this was like masturbating him with words. We could see his penis (which we didn't touch at all) getting harder and harder as we spoke. The look on his face was a picture as he listened to us talk about getting buggered by him. Finally he couldn't take any more.

He sat up and said in a deep sexy voice, "Come on you two houri's, kneel on the edge of the bed. You are going to get arsefucked." He did like the language!

We looked at each other, "Oh no," we shouted together, "not our poor bottoms. Please, not our bottoms."

"It's too big," I said pointing at his cock.

"It'll never go in," said Jo pouting and hooking her little finger in the corner of her mouth.

"Are you really going to do it?" I said to him with an innocent look on my face.

"He can't can he," said Jo innocently, "he won't will he?"

"Come here you two and put this on," so saying he gave us the KY and pointed to his rock hard erection.

"Oh, it is big," I said.

"Will this make it all slippery?" asked Jo innocently.

"I think it will," I said.

"Perhaps it will go in then."

We were doing this as if he wasn't there, talking about it too each other as if his penis was bodiless. The effect of him was amazing, he got hotter and hotter. It's very naughty I suppose, us behaving like this but it excited him and it certainly excited us!

"You touch it first," Jo said to me nodding at his erection.

"No you."

"Oh, all right. Mmm. It's lovely and hard. It won't go in will it, not in our tight little bottom holes, will it Lena, will it? You touch it now. Come on, it's your turn."

I squeezed some KY onto my hand and started to massage it into his cock. By this time he had steam coming out of his ears. I knew we were in for a very 'hard' time because he was like a rod of iron now.

"Your turn," I said to Jo, "you do it now. Who's going to be first, you Jo."

She took some KY and continued to massage his cock. "No," she said with the most outrageous pout at him, "that's not fair. I touched him first. He gets to stick it in your arse first!"

He was fully anointed with KY by now and steaming. "Right you two, do each other."

"What, put this on each other's bottom holes?" I said to him.

"Oh yes Lena," Jo said, "It will make them nice and slippery for his big thing to slide into. I hope he gets right in. I'm sure it will be very nice aren't you?"

As she said this she was using her fingers to put the KY around my anus and inside my backdoor. I was doing the same to her. No worries now from her about him in her bottom, she was ready, willing, and very, very able. Bloody hell, all this messing about was making me so ready for him there as well. "Will he get it ALL in, it's very big isn't it. Will it be nice, I wonder?"

"That's enough," he said hoarsely, "kneel on the edge of the bed, bums in the air, heads down, and legs apart."

We crawled into position and thrust our bottoms out, totally opening ourselves to him. I knew he would be gentle but he was very hot tonight so I knew he would take us hard, although I didn't think for very long! He is only human after all and two such lovely tight bottom holes would be too much for him but I must admit he did surprise me.

Who would he take first? I knew, me and he did. I could see him in the mirror standing there behind me, his cock sticking our proudly - no problems about inadequacy now! His hand went to Jo's bottom and I heard a gasp. I could just see that he had his thumb fully inside her anus and his two middle fingers in her pussy. He started to move his thumb and fingers inside her. With his other hand he placed his erection at my anus and pushed forward, waiting momentarily until I relaxed after my usual initial resistance. He entered easily, I was ready and waiting for him. It was exquisite. His cockhead forced my rectal passage open as it thrust inside like opening up a closed tunnel. He was soon halfway in, filling me and stretching my anus around his lovely column of muscle. Then, after a tiny withdrawal, was totally inside me, filling me completely, his thighs banging against mine as he started to bugger me properly with long and deep strokes.

Sadly he had to leave. He withdrew his cock and replaced it with his thumb, right to the joint. Nothing like his penis of course, but nice all the same. Especially when his two fingers found my sex and he started to move them in me front and back. He moved to Jo. Momentarily I wondered how she would cope. This was only her second time with him in her bottom and he was big tonight, very hot indeed. I needn't have worried, as I said she was ready, willing and very able. He put his erection at her tiny little hole and pushed gently forward. Even now, in the heat of his passion, he cared about her enjoyment so he went slowly; much slower than with me. He seemed to enter without too much trouble and, by the look on his face, he was having trouble controlling himself she was so tight. But he managed and after a while he was buried deep in her arse and she was mewing, moaning a litany of, "Oh fuck, fuck, yes, yes, fuck my arse," over and over again as he moved in and out.

So now he started to bugger us in tandem. After a while in Jo he would pull out and enter me, fuck me for a while, then return to her. How he managed I don't know but he kept it up long enough for me to cum twice. Massive orgasms caused when he re-entered my bottom from Jo. The sheer naughtiness of it made it even more exciting. Jo was in a world of her own. I tried to kiss her at one time but she was out of this world as he moved inside her bottom. In the end we were both pushing back at him as he returned to our bottoms, wanting, no needing him back in there. Don't ask me to explain how it felt, dirty, seedy, naughty, yes but oh so bloody good!

How he lasted so long I don't know but, finally, I could tell he was near. I wondered again how he would do this. I knew he wanted to anoint us both with his offering, although from the state of Jo, I didn't think his later plans would come about. As it was he was buried deep in Jo's tight little rear entrance when he let out a loud, "Aaaagggghhh, oh fuck yes." He had started to cum. Almost immediately he pulled out from her and, holding his erection in a vice like grip, thrust it totally inside my bottom. I was rewarded with pulse after pulse of his white medicine. His penis expanding with every jet sprayed inside me then contracting before expanding for the next pulse. My anus was on fire, pleasant fire indeed, and my rectum, oh well, every nerve ending was vibrating sending shivers of intense pleasure all over my body in an orgasmic crescendo. I must have screamed as well in sheer pleasure as I felt his hot offering hitting my insides, not burning but gently warming me.

All too soon he stopped pulsing, stopped filling my bowels with his juice. I wished he could go on for ever filling me like this but, of course, he only had so much to give so he had to stop. Mindful of what he had said earlier I pulled myself off his softening tool and turned to face him. I took his cock in my hand and knelt to suck it clean.

His hand stopped my head and he looked into my eyes, "You don't have to if you don't want to," he said softly to me, "I was only playing, hotting us all up. It's not necessary."

I smiled into his eyes, "I want to," I said, "why shouldn't I use my mouth to clean you. I love you!" So saying I took his, now half flaccid, penis in my mouth. I wasn't bothered about the taste although, strangely thinking about it, it wasn't bad. I was very, very clean back there before anal sex. I was something both Jo and I were very careful about and I knew that Mike, loving anal sex as he did, was always conscious of, so we always took trouble to be clean and to use lube that didn't taste too bad.

Now I could only taste lube and his cum, lots of cum. He was very, very sensitive after his ejaculation, he tells me that most men are, and I hadn't, strangely enough, ever concentrated on doing this before to him.

He was moaning as I used my tongue to wash his penis which, happily was staying reasonably hard. I suppose this was most exciting for him. What more can a woman do to show she loves a man completely that to clean his cock with her mouth after it has worshipped her bottom. I was really enjoying doing this and I think he was as well. "Softly, gently," he muttered, "oh hell, that is unbelievable."

Because he was not fully hard I could get most of him in my mouth and I continued to lave it with my tongue occasionally taking it out and finding the tiny pee hole with my tongue before gulping it all back in. After a while he started to move his hips and his penis in my mouth. His hands came down and held my head as he began to move in my mouth with a cock that was only three quarters of his normal size. It was strange but somehow lovely, this semi soft muscle that was usually so powerful was now gentle. It suddenly occurred to me that he might to cum again. This was unprecedented. If he did, and I hoped so because it would mean that I did it, I made him cum with my mouth, I suspected it would be quite powerful. How would he manage to shoot out the cum? From the noise coming from him and the thrust of his hips against my face I was going to find out.

Sure enough the unexpected (unexpected?) happened and he started to cum. "Oh heck," he shouted, "Lena, Lena, Lena," was all he seemed able to say as he started to shoot his cream into my mouth. He didn't have much left after what he had deposited inside our bottoms but it tasted lovely and prompted me to suck on the head as he was cumming.

"Oh hell," he said as I sucked just as he pulsed. This lot hit the back of my mouth like a bullet; lovely, so I did it again. Just as he pulsed, I sucked.




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"Oh fuck," this time he nearly collapsed, his legs almost giving way. The power of this second orgasm coming so quickly after the first must have been tremendous. It's something that has only happened on a couple of occasions in all our time together. One last pulse and he pulled away, sinking to the floor his head level with mine. He reached for me and held me tight, well as tight as he could considering our positions. Then we both stood and now he did hold me close to him and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. How he loved me, my body, my hair, my mouth, my eyes; how he worshipped me with his body, with his soul. His hands wandering all over me, now sexual, just feeling, holding, stroking. He called me 'amata', 'princess', oh any number of names that all made me feel so wonderful. This was sex with love; with tenderness; with desire softened with feeling; with care.

Finally he pulled away from me and looked me straight in the eye, "Oh god I love you," he said with tears in his eye and he held me so tight that the breath was forced out of me. I think that, for once, the strength of his orgasms had left him as vulnerable as we are after ours. I loved him more than ever in that moment. People talk about sex and they talk about love but, if two people love each other, then they are one and the same. It didn't matter what we did if we both wanted to do it, we loved each other and in that love we 'made love', created the intense feelings of sexual release. I knew now the real difference. All those casual acquaintances I had before I met Mike, in which the sex was uninspiring although pleasant, were nothing like with him, with the man I loved. I suddenly felt sorry for people who never experience this and I realised that this feeling was what most of the music he loved was trying to recreate. You couldn't show the sex but you could create the feeling!

I think we had both forgotten Jo in those moments of intense emotion but now I became aware of her looking at us. We pulled apart and both looked at her, "You two look just right," she said, "oh Lena I'm so, so pleased for you." Then I think she did feel a little left out, "Will you come and hold me, please?"

"Oh course we will," Mike said sitting on the bed and embracing her, "we love you as well, don't we Lena?"

"Oh course we do," I said as I held her too. Then I realised that we must be careful in these threesomes. Sometimes you get so involved with the one you love that you forget everything else other than that person so, if there are three of you, the other can feel ignored. I knew I would have to have a word with Mike about it but, hopefully if all went well with Guy, it wouldn't be a problem for too long.

So, at the end of an intense evening of sex we all lay on the bed cuddling one another almost falling asleep but he had been doing some very naughty things to us so we needed to 'clean up' and shower before we went to sleep. Reluctantly I untangled myself from him and said, "I've got to go clean up, coming Jo?"

"Mmm," she said and he got up to come too.

"No Mike, give us a minute, you know?" I said to him.

He said nothing, smiled and stroked my hair and left us to our devices. After we'd finished 'downstairs' I opened the door and motioned him to join us and we all had a lovely shower together washing each other all over. By now it was very late indeed and, surprisingly, none of us was tired so we decided to go downstairs and grab a snack and a glass of wine and/or water. We finally got to bed about 2:00 am and as I went to sleep I supposed that our intense activities of tonight had probably put paid to our games tomorrow. I hope we could get in the DP however, bloody hell I was looking forward to that.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 07.04



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!

More sex! And Mike experiences something of what it is like to be the recipient!)  

Caroline's tale continues:

DP'd with a strap-on.

I woke in the morning still tired from last nights enjoyment and, to tell the truth, my bottom was a little tender. He had been in there for ages it seemed but I daren't let him know because he would blame himself and get all upset. I didn't mind because, although I was a little sore, it reminded me of how nice he felt inside me there. I was also aware that, if I was a bit sore, so might Jo be. Mike and Jo were both still asleep but I decided to wake her and see if she was OK.

I shook her gently and whispered in her ear, "Jo, wake up, Jo."

She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Come on, get up," I whispered, "I want to talk to you. Quickly, before Mike wakes up." She sat up sleepily, put on her dressing gown and followed me downstairs into the kitchen

"What's up," she said now awake.

"Look Jo, I'm a bit sore back there, what about you?"

"Mmm," she said, "I am too. He was going for ages last night wasn't he? I don't know how he kept going for so long but I know I enjoyed it. Doesn't the soreness remind you of how he felt in there. It's quite sexy isn't it?" she ended laughing.

"Jo, I don't think we can do that thing I suggested all day do you? I expect he's tired out. You know he came again, in my mouth, just after filling our bottoms don't you, well that must have really drained him. I've never seen him have such a powerful orgasm as that." I smiled secretively at her, "And, you know, I sucked his spunk out of him as he was cumming. It was lovely!"

"Lena you are a terror. I suppose you are right though. I'm tired after last night, I'm sure he must be as well. He was hard for ages and then that cum. When he started it was like an explosion in my bottom. He only let out a couple of pulses but I was flooded. Did he put much in you?"

"Oh yes, tons. I could feel it hitting my insides and his cock pulsing and expanding each time he pumped. What a lovely feeling. I wanted it to go on forever but I'm suffering now, I am sore. I hope I'll be all right for tonight."

"Tonight?" she said.

"Well, if we don't do DP tonight we probably won't get to do it for a while. You know what he's like. He won't want to make love to us in hotels, so he won't do anything on the way down. Then we'll be at Bernardo's and we don't know how much time we'll have then before we both go into the clinic. Afterwards he'll be recuperating so he won't be able to do anything for a while. So, you see, if we don't do it tonight, well . . ."

"Mmm, I see what you mean. Look why don't we just have a rest today. We've only got a little bit of packing to do. We can lay about, have a light lunch and send out for dinner then go to bed early. I want to try it as well," she said smiling, "I think that two inside me will be quite interesting!"

I laughed, "I know it will be interesting. But you won't take him in the back will you, not with me in the front?"

"No," she said frowning, "I don't think I can manage that." Then she laughed, "But the other way round should be fun. What about you, will you take him in your bottom?"

"Oh yes," I said. "I want to feel him there with you in the front. We'll have to do it like in the film though, so we'll have to be careful not to flatten you. Is that OK?"

"Is what OK?" Mike said as he came into the kitchen.

"Oh, we were just talking about today. You know I suggested that we play that game all day, you know, someone in charge?"

"Mmm," he said pensively. I could tell by looking at his face that he wasn't too keen although he didn't say so.

"Well," I said, "we're both very tired after last night and we thought it better if we all just had a rest today. Is that OK?"

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he said showing concern.

"No." 

"No, no you didn't, we're both OK aren't we Jo?"

"Oh yes," she said.

But he was having none of it. He swept us up in his big strong arms, "I did, didn't I. I'm afraid I got a bit carried away but you did get your own back Lena," he said laughing and kissing me. "When you made me cum again it was excruciatingly wonderful and painful at the same time. To be honest, I couldn't do anything today. I think I've shot my bolt. Look," he said turning serious, "I'm sorry if I did hurt you. I probably went on for a bit too long didn't I. Am I forgiven?"

"There's nothing to forgive is there Lena," Jo said, "I loved you in there for so long. I never realised it could feel so good to have a big hard cock stuck so far up my bottom," she ended laughing, "and, although I am a bit sore, I can't wait to get it back there!"

"Me too," I said, "We expect to get DP'd tonight you know. Will you be able?" I asked in my little girl voice. "We'll be ever so, ever so disappointed if you can't," I added giving him a great bit pout and both big blue eyes.

"Well," he said laughing, "with you two flittering about all day acting like that I should be able to." Then serious, "But I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure."

"Oh yes," I said looking at Jo for confirmation, "we're very sure!"

He laughed again, "All right," he said, "I give in, I'll do my best."

"And I'm sure that will be enough," I said kissing him. "Come on, let's have some breakfast then get the packing done." So we had breakfast and did the packing. Not that there was very much because we were going to get most of our clothes in Italy. As breakfast was so late we didn't want any lunch and, in the afternoon, Mike settled in front of the TV watching cricket. Now he loves cricket but I can't understand the ruddy game, nor can Jo, so we decided to pop to the shops and get some food to cook for dinner rather than sending out. It would be our last meal at home (!) for a while and we had decided that we wanted it to be special.

The afternoon passed quietly and we started to cook dinner about 4:30. Jo and I fussed about the kitchen as he continued to relax in the lounge. He was very tired and the rest seemed to do him good. Dinner was ready at six and we called him through. We'd put on a proper show for this last meal, laid the table nicely and cooked some special things. We'd even chosen the wine which was unusual.

"This looks wonderful," he said as he came into the room, "very special. Thank you very much."

"Well," I said archly, "we need to make sure you are big and strong, don't we?"

"Mmm, I suppose you do," he said laughing.

"Come on, get stuck in," said Jo pointing him to his chair.

We started with mushrooms in garlic butter. A speciality of Jo's and followed that with some delicate smoked salmon mixed with scrambled egg on a brioche roll. He was enjoying it immensely.

"This is lovely," he said smiling at us both. "So it's not true then."

"What's not true?" I asked innocently falling into his trap.

"It's not true that if you're good in bed you can't cook!" he laughed.

"Are we good in bed?" I asked playing along with him.

He fixed us both with his lovely eyes, "Oh yes," he said, "I would say that 'good' is an understatement. You two are fabulous."

"You called us 'houri's' last night. What's a 'houri'?"

"Well," he said, "it comes from the Arabs. A houri is, properly, one of the beautiful virgins of the Koranic paradise but it can also mean a voluptuous woman. I just think it means beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, women like you two."

"Flatterer," Jo said, "you're only after one thing!"

"Well," he said again fixing us with a great big leer, "two things actually!"

We all laughed and continued our meal which finished with a lovely ice cream and raspberry dish that Jo made so well. That was good because he loves raspberries!

"Phew," he said as he finished, "that was fantastic. Thank you both very much."

"You go and sit down, we'll clear up and bring the coffee in."

He kissed us both on the cheek and went back into the lounge happy to see us 'domesticated' I think.

We made him a liqueur with his coffee; Amaretto on ice, his favourite, then sat with him. It was a nice peaceful evening. Probably one we needed in the light of our important week ahead. He talked about our journey; about the hotels he had booked. Jo and I hadn't paid that much attention, throughout our later lives we always left that sort of thing to the men but just now he began in let us know what to expect.

"We'll leave here about 10 to get a train at just past 1:00," he said. "Then we'll drive down to a town called Troyes, just past Rheims where I've booked the hotel. I've been there before so I know it's OK. We've got a suite. Two bedrooms, if we need them," he added smiling at us.

"We won't," I said, "will we Jo."

"I doubt it," she laughed.

"No, I don't suppose we will," he said thoughtfully.

I realised he was thinking about sex in the hotels so I thought I should make it clear that we both understood how he felt. I suppose it is nice really, that he thinks of us like that but it can be frustrating sometimes!

"Look Mike, you've no need to worry. We both know how you feel about hotels and us." I looked at Jo, "We both promise," I said laughing, "no hanky panky on the way down, OK?"

He laughed, "I'm sorry," he said, "it's the 'old fashioned' in me. I just can't relax properly in a hotel room. Silly I know, but I always think someone can hear and it seems so, I don't know really, seedy I suppose."

Jo laughed at him, "Oh don't be silly, we both understand and we're flattered aren't we Lena?" I nodded. "I think it shoes how much you respect us as well as love us. I think it's nice. Where do we stop on the second night?"

"In a little village just north of Milan," he said. "A nice family hotel. Two rooms there, for propriety, but they won't mind if we share. The owner is an old friend of Silvio's who was born here but went back to Italy many years ago. You'll like him and his family, they are very friendly and," he winked at me, "understanding."

I laughed, "When will we get to Bernardo's house?"

"If all goes well, around lunchtime on Tuesday. That should give us time to settle in. I'm sure he'll want to give us a welcome dinner but, of course, I can't eat anything can I."

"Why," I asked concerned.

"Because of the local anaesthetic on Wednesday. We're due in the clinic early Wednesday afternoon so I've got to fast for 24 hours."

"Oh, that's not fair, is it Jo?"

She laughed, "No it isn't but it is necessary. He can eat all he wants when he comes out. I'm sure Bernardo will make sure there's a feast awaiting his return, eh Mike?"

He smiled, "I'm sure he will. But," he said looking at us both with his hot eyes, "enough of that. I understand that my presence is required upstairs tonight to provide some entertainment. Is that right?"

"Mmm, yes it is," I replied sexily, "you need to perform tonight." Then I put my hand on his crotch, "Is it ready?" I asked in my little girl voice.

"Oh yes," he said, "its ready. You two go and sort yourselves out and I'll shower down here." He looked at me, "You ladies are in charge tonight so I am at your command!"

"That's what we like to hear," said Jo as we went upstairs.

Now I should tell you about the strap-on we bought in the Anne Summers shop. As I said, the assistant was very helpful and we finally chose one that did several things. The 'cock' wasn't too big, about six inches long and only a couple round. This was because Jo was going to take this in her bottom so she didn't (at that time anyway) want anything too big. She did take a lot bigger later, but that's another story! The problem with strap-ons is that they have to be held on tightly or they don't really work so this one had a strap round the waist and between the legs. Now this was the interesting bit. At the front, underneath the fake balls, was a small probe like piece which fitted over the clitoris and into the vagina. The effect was fantastic, pressure on the clit every time you thrust forward. That wasn't all! At the back of the strap was a small 'butt' plug about 3 inches long and quite round. This fitted into the wearers bottom and was held in tightly by the strap. I can tell you this was quite stimulating.

So, not only was the idea of be doubly penetrated exciting, so was the idea of wearing this sexy item of gear.

As we got ready Jo said to me, "How are we going to play this. He might feel a bit 'used' if we don't make sure he enjoys it."

"Mmm," I said thinking. "Who's going first?" Jo shook her head. "All right, I'll go first," I said smiling at her. "Are you OK with being underneath?"

She laughed, "As long as you don't both lean on me," she said.

"Oh, I think Mike will understand and I'm sure you can cope with just me!"

She smiled, "I want you in my back door," she said, "even after last night I don't think I can cope with him in there with you in the front."

"I think he'll enjoy that," I said, "he'll be underneath and can kiss you can't he."

"Lena?" she said softly. She was going to ask me something. "Can he cum in my mouth. I haven't had his cum there yet. I can share it with you afterwards if you like?"

I could see that she really wanted this. I suppose watching me with him last night had put it in her mind, and she was right, she hadn't had his cum there yet. I cuddled her and said, "Of course you can, he'll enjoy that. Try and suck as he pulses, it feels really funny and it really sets him off."

She smiled, "Thank you Lena, do you want to share it afterwards?"

"Mmm, yes please. That'll excite him as well." I know this probably sounds a bit dirty but, you see, as far as I and concerned, and Jo I think, taking the man I love's offering in my mouth and swallowing it is another way of showing how much I care for him. After all, he uses his tongue on my pussy and my bottom and he must swallow sometimes mustn't he, so what's the difference?

So, back to the original question, how to play this so he didn't feel 'used'. Not that he'd mind but we wanted him to enjoy himself as well. We talked about it for a while and decided what to do then went out into the bedroom.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for us. He was wearing silk boxers as usual and, surprisingly, he wasn't hard. Perhaps tonight was going to be a bit difficult for him. He stood, put his arms round us, and pulled us to him; planting kisses on our hair and faces. "God, you two are lovely." The he stood back at attention and saluted, "Ready for orders ma'am," he said like a soldier in the ranks.

We both curled up laughing then knelt in front of him. "First job," I said, "is to get this," holding his now semi-hard penis, "hard!"

"Mmm, yes please," he said as Jo and I began to work on his cock and balls, sucking and licking. I took him in my mouth. Just like Jo yesterday, the feeling of it growing in my mouth made me feel really hot and I did want to take a mouthful of his spunk there and then but we had other things to do. It took a bit longer but he finally ended up as hard as usual and we stood and pushed him back onto the bed, continuing to kiss his groin and then moving across his whole body. He would grab one of us now and again and kiss us before we pulled away and continued to attend to his body. Before long we were both ready for anything, particularly two instruments inside us.

I whispered in his ear, "It's my turn first and I want you in my bottom. Is that all right?" I didn't think he'd refuse! "Then you have Jo in the front, OK?"

"Oh hell, yes," he said, "anything. When do I get to cum?"

I sat up and looked at him mock sternly. "Now you must be a good boy. You mustn't cum inside us. Jo wants to taste you today so you must wait until the very end. If you cum earlier you'll be punished." Then I had a thought. I laughed, "That's not much of a threat is it?"

He laughed back, "No, it isn't really but I can wait," and he looked at Jo with eyes full of lust, "for the pleasure of filling that lovely mouth with spunk."

She smiled and took his erection in her mouth and sucked, "Bloody hell, Jo, you'll get it early if you go on like that." 

"I'll stop then," she said, her mouth still full of him.

I laughed, "Go and get ready Jo while Mike bonks me. You want to don't you Mike?"

He didn't answer, just laid me on my back, opened my legs and climbed in between. He held himself and entered the head in my vagina and pushed forward in one go; no messing about tonight. As usual the breath rushed from my body with the feeling of him inside me. Then he began moving in me, in and out, again and again. Slowly, gently bringing me on. I looked to one side and Jo was there, the strap-on in place. She already looked hot, the effect of all the extras I suppose, and she smiled suggestively at me.

"Are you ready for two," she asked in her most sexy voice. "You'll have to stop Mike and let her get on me."

He seemed reluctant, I know how much he likes the soft, slightly tight, warmth of my pussy and he knew how much I liked him there but my excitement levels were high. I was going to try my first double penetration. I knew not by men, that might come later, but at least by two penises. Mike pulled out of me and I felt that tremendous sense of loss that I usually did when he hadn't made me cum. I noticed he was really hard, as if he was looking forward to the experience as well.

By this time Jo had laid down next to me with her legs together and was holding the penis up ready for me. "What does it feel like Jo?" I quickly asked her.

"Bloody marvellous. You're filled front and back with this thing. God knows what its going to be like when we start."

Mike was watching us, slowing wanking himself to stay hard for me, his eyes following my every move as I straddled Jo's hips and lowered myself on the strap-on dildo. After Mike, of course, it wasn't that good but the strap-on had another little extra. Just above the penis was a clitoral stimulator for the recipient and I could feel it stimulating my clit so that was good! I bounced up and down a few times and leant forward to kiss Jo. All the extras were apparently having and effect on her because she was almost on the edge. I sat up straight and looked at Mike.

"Come here and let me suck you," I said, "then I'll put some KY on. "Will you do my back door?" He took a deep breath and crawled over to me on his knees. I took him in my mouth and began to suck and lick. This was good, one in the front door and one in my mouth. I suddenly had this intensely erotic idea and one in the back door as well. Three cocks servicing me. It was so exciting that I had an orgasm straight away, only small but good. He knew something had happened, I could tell from the way he looked at me so he would want to know afterwards I was sure.

I suspected he wouldn't be able to stand much sucking so I took him out and nodded at the KY which he gave me. Squeezing some onto his erection, I began to massage it in, all the while bouncing gently on the fake penis to keep me on the boil. Then he went behind me and I felt his fingers applying KY to my anus and my rectum: wonderfully exciting. My levels of anticipation were high, filled at the front and stimulated my the clit thing, I couldn't wait for him to get in my bottom.

"Lean forward Lena," he said, "stick your bottom out." The he knelt either behind and I felt his hardness bump my cheeks. Even this was enough to bring a small orgasm, god, what would it be like when he got inside. I soon found out as he presented his rock hard cock at my anus and, after waiting for me to loosen, pushed gently forward. Again the breath rushed from my body even though he'd only gone a little way in. I could feel the head of his erection pressing against the fake prick in my vagina. It was soooo, soooo, naughty.




Caroline Ch. 07.04



"OK?" he whispered in my ear.

I could hardly speak with the feelings being generated in my vagina and rectum. All I wanted was more of him. "All please," was the only thing is could say and, after a slight pull out, he took me at my word sliding the rest of his 8½ inches into me.

I think I screamed, not in pain he didn't hurt me there any more, but in pleasure. I could feel these two cocks rubbing together through the thin wall that separates rectum from vagina. It was unbelievable.

He leant forward again, "Lena, are you OK?"

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me please, fuck my arse hard. Oh this is unbelievable!" He started to move in me then, slowly and deeply. At the same time Jo was trying to move as well. Thankfully for her, Mike was kneeling and this had the effect of his entering me at a strange angle but it still rubbed against Jo in the front. I'm afraid that, by this time, I was almost losing it in the ecstasy of being double fucked. His stiff prick in my bottom was sending messages of intense pleasure all through my body and the clit stimulator was doing it's job in the front. Add to this the wonderful feeling of the two cocks meeting inside me, separated only by the thin membrane, and I was in seventh heaven. I had had several small orgasms, the first when he entered me, but now a big one was building; coming from where I don't know, but it was going to be big.

Then it hit, at the very moment they were both deep inside me. I think I shouted out but I know that I fell on Jo and covered her mouth in a kiss. All I could feel then was him pounding in my back entry. He didn't stop all through my orgasm and this seemed to make it last forever. The only other thing I really wanted was the feel of his cum hitting my bowels and filling me.

Then he was gone and I came back to earth. Poor Jo was flattened by me and she had nearly passed out as well. I rolled off her exhausted by the power of the orgasm. She too was almost unconscious from the power of her involvement. The stimulation at the front and back of the strap-on must have been tremendous with her on the bottom like that. Poor Mike, he was obviously worried about both of us, softly stroking our faces and calling our names. I sort of surfaced first and cuddled up to him, "I'm all right," I said, "that was something else."

"I thought it was," he said smiling, "are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

He was so worried, poor Mike, that he had gone too far. I couldn't tell him that I hadn't gone far enough. I wanted another cock in front, not some tiny strap-on. I wanted to be sandwiched between two men, two men with cocks the size of Mike's and, I wouldn't have minded another to suck at the same time but that never happened. By now Jo was OK and had taken the equipment off and snuggled up to him as well.

"Are you sure you want to do this," he asked her. I think he was worried about how she would react after seeing me get in such a state.

I must admit, she did look a trifle apprehensive but she nodded and said, "Yes, I want to try it but you," she pointed at Mike, "in the front please."

The break in activity and all the concern that he had for both of us had caused him to soften so, after cleaning him up, we both had to work on it to get it erect if he was to have Jo properly and then cum in her mouth. So we both started on him, sucking and licking and he soon hardened up, especially when Jo used her tongue.

Jo crawled up level with him and said, "Will you fuck me now please. I want you inside me. Lena, get ready."

I gave him one last kiss then started to put the equipment on. Now I understood why Jo was in such a state. First I put the butt plug in my bottom: it felt great. Not anything like the size of Mike but good anyway. Then I pulled the strap between my legs and positioned the small stimulator in my pussy, covering my clit. That felt good as well. Finally, I tightened the whole thing up which, incidentally, pushed the butt plug and the stimulator deeper, and fixed it together. The penis stood out in front of me, waggling as I walked.

Meanwhile, Mike was making love to Jo, kneeling between her legs and gently stroking himself in and out of her pussy. She was loving it. Seeing me ready he bent forward and whispered, "Jo, are you ready."

She opened her eyes, "Mmm, yes. Ready."

He pulled out and lay on his back, his erection sticking up in the air. Jo languidly climbed over him and, with the sexiest look towards me, sank down on his cock. Her eyes rolled back and the breath was expelled from his body with an, "Oh fuck," as she took him inside her tight sheath in one go. She bounced up and down a few time then leaned forward on to his chest, bringing her legs up next to his thighs and sticking her bottom out.

She looked back at me standing behind her, "Now Lena, do it now," she said breathlessly. He had his eyes tightly closed then, fighting to control himself I think, as I moved in close to her bottom and placed the dildo against her anus.

"Give it me," she said breathlessly, obviously finding it difficult the speak or think of anything because of his penis inside her. I pushed forward and her anus opened immediately. Half of the six inches entered her tight rectum easily. She had opened completely: I think she learned that quicker than I did!

Mike had started to move in her pussy and now, edging out a little, I gave her the rest of my 'penis'. Unfortunately, this way there was nothing for the clit stimulator to stimulate but the butt plug and my clit piece were working overtime, particularly when I started to move in her bottom with my strap-on. I tried to keep in time with Mike but, I must admit, I was losing it myself. The effect of taking her like this, seeing 'my' penis go in and out of her back door, the butt plug and the clit thing were sending me into another climax almost as good as my DP.

The effect on Jo was amazing. She was literally screaming his name, "Mike, Mike, Mike," over and over again. Then she lay right down on him and pushed her bottom out onto the 'cock' at the same time kissing him hard on the mouth. Then, as both of us pushed in, her orgasm arrived. She let out a scream that frightened me and Mike as well, I think, then she fell onto him in a faint; her breathing shallow and fast. My eyes widened and I pulled out from her. Mike gently took hold of her and rolled sideways, removing himself from her pussy. His face was full of concern.

"I think it was too much for her," he said with a worried look on his face. "Is she all right?"

His question was answered almost immediately as she came round with a big smile on her face.

"Oh boy," she said breathlessly, "oh boy, that was good."

He hugged her tight, "You frightened us," he said smiling at her then at me, "are you OK?"

"Mmm, I'm fine." She looked at him, "Your turn now," she said with a smile on her face and a lick of the lips.

"I'll get this off and come and help," I said.

He looked up at me with a quizzical expression on his face, as if he was considering something. "No, don't," he said, "come and lay beside me. I want to talk to you."

Puzzled, I lay beside him feeling strange because of the strap-on. He kissed me, an 'I love you' kiss then he said, "I want you to use that on me."

I raised my eyebrows, not really understanding what he was saying. He kissed me again. "I have your bottom all the time, you should have mine. So I can know what it feels like. Do you want to do it." 

Now I understood what he meant. I looked across at Jo. "I don't know," I said, "are you sure. I thought you were 100% heterosexual."

He laughed, "I am," he said, "it's not what you do, it's who you do it with that defines that. There's no way I'd let a man do it, but I love you and you deserve to know that I know how it feels. Anyway, you might enjoy it, so might I, especially if Jo is sucking my cock at the same time," he added with a big smile at her.

She licked her lips. I could tell that the idea had certainly caught on with her and, as I thought about it, I must admit that it did seem quite exciting. He's let me do that to him. I would take him just as he took me! Yes, if he wanted me to do it, I wanted to do it as well.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, if I kneel down with Jo underneath she can use that gorgeous tongue and mouth on me. Is that OK Jo?"

She smiled, "Sounds good to me. I'll be able to see everything from there won't I."

"Mmm, I suppose you will," he said smiling. "Then Lena, you can kneel behind me. Well, want to try it?"

"Yes, " I said, "I do but I don't want to hurt you."

He laughed, "I put more inside you than you are going to put inside me so it shouldn't hurt should it. If you can take it so can I."

"But it does hurt the first time, you know that."

"Then I'll have to put up with it. It gets better doesn't it?"

"Oh bloody hell yes," said Jo, "are you going to do it Lena?"

I looked at her convinced that if I didn't she would, she was hot for it. "Yes," I said, "where's the KY?"

He handed the tube to me and they climbed into position. His penis was hard and hanging down between his legs. Jo slid into position and took hold of him, gently masturbating it before taking the head in her mouth. Kneeling behind him I was faced with his bottom; much larger that Jo's – the only other one I'd seen from this angle! It was nice. It was also nice that he wanted to do this for me, so I could know that he had taken something in his bottom. Suddenly, urged by a desire for him, I leant forward, pulled his cheeks apart, and licked his tight bottomhole. It tasted bitter, not nasty, just bitterness mixed with the taste of us where our juices had trickled down. This caused an intake of breath from him, I don't think he immediately realised what was happening but I continued to use my tongue on him before coating his anus with KY, using my finger to poke gently inside. Remember, I'd already used my finger in his anus and I knew it made him cum almost immediately so I was sure that when I did use the strap-on on him he would fill Jo's mouth almost immediately. Because he might be very tight I also put some KY on the strap-on before placing the head at his anus.

"Ready?" I said.

He took a deep breath, "Ready."

I pushed forward and half the cock slid into him. "Oh heck," he said as this caused him to thrust downwards with his cock into Jo's mouth, "Oh fuck."

She had a mouthful of his cock and was looking up wide-eyed at the penis entering his bottom, I didn't know how she was going to manage.

"Do it all," he said, "now!"

So I pushed it all into him and started to move in his bottom, gently but firmly. Surprisingly he wasn't very tight, although the strap-on wasn't that big really, and it was easy to work him. He put his head down and stopped moving in Jo's mouth. She continued to suck his erection head and to wank him, now keeping time with me in his bottom. The movement was getting me excited as well. My bottom was full of the butt plug and my clit was hitting the stimulator every time I got fully inside him. Add to this the intensely erotic sight of the cock breaching his anus and you can see that I was close to cumming myself, in fact I did cum. Not big but nice. 

He was moving again, moving his cock in Jo's mouth and she was sucking now, sucking hard. "Oh fuck," from him again and I could tell from the look on Jo's face that he was filling her mouth with his essence. The it started to spill out of the sides and run down her chin and neck. He must have nearly drowned her. Still he kept on pulsing as I continued to take his bottom until finally he stopped and I pulled out.

He rolled to one side. "Oh dear," he said, "are you OK Jo?"

She nodded and motioned to me; she had promised to share hadn't she! I laid down beside her and we kissed, sharing his semen between our mouths as he looked on. The we each swallowed our share and moved to kiss him, the taste of him still in our mouths. 

"I thought I was going to drown, I swallowed loads" said Jo laughing. "Where did it all come from?"

"Well," he said pensively, "I think that Lena had something to do with that by fucking my arse so nicely."

I laughed, "Did you like it?"

He looked quizzical, "I'm not sure," he said, "yes, and no. I'm not sure that heterosexuals me like being penetrated but it wasn't bad. You can do it again it you want. Not now," he said laughing as I playfully made to move behind him again, "and not often but it wasn't that bad. It certainly made the orgasm intense didn't it Jo?"

"Mmm, it did that. You came like bullets out of a gun, lovely."

I cuddled him (although the strap-on got in the way. How do you men manage with that thing in front all the time?). "I wouldn't want to do it often. It feels funny to be doing that to you but I did have a tiny cum," I laughed.

"Well," he said, "I don't know about you two but I need to 'repair' myself. Remember, I want prepared. You two use the bathroom first then I will, then we can shower together, OK?"

So we did and afterwards ended up downstairs with a glass of wine and some snacks. Luckily it wasn't too late when we went to bed. We had a busy few days ahead.

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Caroline Ch. 08.01



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Some new characters are introduced. Just a little bit of sex about halfway through. 

Incidentally, I know nothing about IVF so most of what is written about that should be treated with caution – it is primarily for plot development.)

Caroline's Tale

Bernardo's and the Clinic.

I'm not going to say too much about the journey down to Bologna. A simple Channel Tunnel crossing then a leisurely drive through northern France stopping at a charming little country house hotel where we had a lovely meal and a smashing room overlooking a beautiful lake.

The next day, into the mountains and through the Mont Blanc Tunnel. Mike had arranged for Jo to be able to drive the car (I couldn't drive then) so she did a bit of the driving to give Mike a rest. It was nice. We sat in the back together and cuddled; we'd never done that in a car because he is always driving. Jo was sitting in the drivers seat with a sentimental smile on her face as she watched us. She said she quite enjoyed the drive. I suppose it's easy really, there doesn't seem to be much traffic in France.

We spent the second night in a small village to the north of Milan. Another small hotel where he knew the owner quite well. He was welcomed like a member of the family and both Jo and I were fussed over by the two older women of the house. We had a lovely meal with the family and then the three of us slept all together in a big four poster bed. It was really nice.

After an early start we arrived at Bernardo's house outside Bologna just before lunch. It is a magnificent place. Very 17th century, with a great big drive leading to a wonderful house. We had to get past the security gates at the front of the drive so Bernardo was waiting for us as we drove up to the house. 

I don't know what I expected really, another handsome man something like Guy I suppose but Bernardo is not like that at all. About 5'10" tall and quite broad, he is very like his father Silvio. He has rugged features, not handsome in the regular sense of the word but he has a tremendous presence. Confidence oozes out of him, unlike Guy. He and Mike hugged each other and kissed in the Italian way, obviously delighted to see each other.

"It's good to see you Nardo," Mike said pulling back, "you look well!"

"Thank you uncle, you look well too." He walked over to me, "And this," he said presenting me with a sweeping bow from the waist, "must be the lovely Caroline, the light of your life!"

Mmm, I knew I was going to like him immediately.

Mike laughed, "Yes," he said smiling warmly at us both, "that is Caroliné, my fiancée."

Oooohhhhh. Bernardo looked at Mike, "May I?" he asked. Mike nodded and then Bernardo put his arms round me and hugged me, giving me a kiss on each cheek. Boy, did he have a ruggedness about him that was breathtaking. I knew then what Mike meant when he said Bernardo was not that handsome but had no trouble with women!

"Do you know you are adorable," he said.

"Thank you kind sir," I said laughing. "Yes I do, Mike tells me all the time!"

He laughed, a deep rumble just like his father, full of fun and joy.

"I see you've got a sparky one here uncle," he said laughing still.

Mike smiled indulgently, "Oh yes, sparky certainly, and beautiful to boot!"

I smiled at Mike. He always knew how to make me smile.

Bernardo pulled away from me and walked up to Jo. "Well," he said looking her up and down. Not sexually, just noting her. "You must be Joanna." She smiled hello and nodded.

"Now about you I have heard a great deal," he said smiling softly at her then at Mike. She looked shocked, I was. Who had told him about Jo. I know Mike mentioned her and told Bernardo their relationship but the way he spoke seemed to indicate a lot more than that.

Jo, slightly embarrassed now, said, "And who told you all that, Mike?"

Mike said quickly, "Not me, nothing more than I told you two anyway. I am however, beginning to identify a suspect," he finished smiling.

"My brother has spoken of little else on the telephone. His new girlfriend! Imagine: my shy little brother with a girlfriend as lovely as you. I would have known you in a very large crowd. Soft brown hair cut short framing the most beautiful face bearing the loveliest brown eyes imaginable. A figure to die for," he said laughing, "I won't go into detail here for fear of embarrassing the young lady, and the personality of an angel. Oh dear, he is smitten," he ended with a wan smile. Then he hugged her and kissed her cheeks, "and he is right!"

All this, of course, embarrassed Jo no end and she blushed bright red. Bernardo laughed. "He said you looked even lovelier when you blushed and he was right about that as well. You know," he said speaking to us all, "if I wasn't married I'd give him a run for his money!"

This was just a tiny bit too far for Jo. I could tell that he had just pricked her pride just a little. She smiled demurely at him and said, "I am sorry, Bernardo, but you wouldn't stand a chance against him!"

He roared with laughter, "Touché," he said, "I apologise. Perhaps I was testing you. You see, I love my little brother," he ended seriously, fixing her with his eyes.

"I think I might do as well," she said softly.

Then he held her gently and gave her a very sisterly kiss. "I am very pleased to meet you Joanna and I look forward to getting to know you better," and he turned to me, "as I do you Caroliné." Then he gave me a wicked smile and said, "I suppose I will have to call you aunt!"

Mike laughed and I poked my tongue out at him. "Don't you dare," I said, "call me Lena, everyone does."

"Lena it shall be and may I call you Jo. Guy did say that was how he called you."

She smiled, "Of course," and she gave him her very best and sexiest smile. He responded with a great big laugh and a hug. I soon learnt that he had a wicked sense of humour but a heart almost as big as he was. We became great friends for the rest of our lives.

"Come on," he said, "let's go in and find Sally and the kids. She's probably in the kitchen getting lunch." With that he grabbed us both round the waist and hustled us inside this wonderful house. All the while he was chattering away to us apparently oblivious to Mike who didn't seem to mind a bit, but then I suppose he knew Bernardo well so he wasn't worried.

We found his wife Sally in the kitchen, as he said, preparing lunch. I don't know what I had expected, I suppose, because of his position and charisma, I thought his wife would be very attractive, you know, like a model or something. In fact she was fairly plain and quite plump. What was clear however, was that she had a strength of personality to match his. 

She smiled warmly at Mike and hugged him tightly to her. "Hello, Mike," she said as she pecked his cheek, "how are you?"

"Fine, Sally, fine. And you?"

She laughed, "I'm OK but what has that husband of mine found now?"

"Put them down Bernardo," Mike said playfully as Bernardo still had his arms around our waists. I should say that nothing that Bernardo ever did with me or with Jo was sexy, it was always in fun just like this first time.

"I found these two beauties with uncle Mike," he said laughing, "he said they were with him but I can't believe that, can you Sal?"

She laughed and walked over to us. "You must be Caroline," she said, "Mike has told us so much about you. I'm so looking forward to planning the wedding and going shopping." Then she turned to Mike, "She is very beautiful, you are a very lucky man."

He looked at me, "Oh yes," he said, "very lucky indeed that she chose me," and he smiled at me in that way of his that nearly makes me cry.

Then Sally turned to Jo. "He wasn't exaggerating was he Nardo," she said. "You are Joanna, yes?" Jo nodded. "We have heard much about you from Guy, telephone, letter, and e-mail." She laughed, "I would have known you anywhere. What have you done to him."

Jo smiled wanly, "I really don't know," she said and then added softly, "but I think he's done it to me as well".

Sally gently stroked her cheek and laughed, "Oh it is so good to meet you both. We're going to have so much fun together once we get rid of these bloody men."

Bernardo laughed out loud, "I'll remember that tonight," he said with a big leer and we all laughed. It was great really, I know I felt like one of the family straight away and I could se that Jo did as well. Just then two children rushed in and up to Mike who lifted them in his arms.

"Ciao, Michael and ciao Gloria," he said as he kissed them both. He turned to me, "Allow me to introduce my godson Michael and his gorgeous little sister, Gloria. Michael, Gloria, this is my fiancée Caroline. You may call her Lena. And this lovely lady here is my friend Joanna who you may call Jo." He put them down and they shyly came over to us both and very formally shook out hands. I couldn't resist it so I picked Michael up and gave him a great big kiss. He was the spit of his father, like a little copy and he had that intensity as well. Jo squatted down and hugged Gloria, giving he a great big kiss. "They're beautiful," she said to Sally, "how old are they?"

"Michael is six going on seven and Gloria is four mind they both act like they're going on sixteen and fourteen but I love them. Come on you two, sit and have some lunch with our new friends."

So we all sat down to a lovely lunch of ham, cheese, lots of Italian meats and things, and some lovely wine. Mike was tucking in like no tomorrow and I said to him, "You're eating well. I didn't realise you were that hungry."

He laughed, "I'm stocking up," he said. "I can't eat anything for 24 hours before they give me the anaesthetic thingy so I'm making sure I've got enough to last!"

I was concerned. I didn't realise that he would have to go through this but I laughed with him and gave him a hug. After lunch Bernardo got in the car and we drove down to the converted boathouse, about half a mile away by road in the grounds, where we would be staying in Bologna. It was beautiful. Sitting right by the lake with a walkway in front right over the water, the boathouse had been converted into a two bedroom chalet/bungalow. Beautifully decorated and completely modernised. There was a large master bedroom with French windows opening out onto the walkway. It had a six foot bed and an en-suite shower room with loads of mirrors.

The lounge was enormous, furnished in a modern style with lovely pictures and soft carpets on stone floors. The kitchen/dining room was big as well, with plenty of room to cook and to eat – not that we did much cooking there. The second bedroom was smaller with just a single bed but the great big sofa in the lounge turned into a double bed if needed. It was fabulous, and this was just for guests. I couldn't wait to see the house itself.

We unloaded our things and Bernardo left us to unpack and settle in. "Well?" said Mike, "What do you think?"

"Oh it's lovely," I said.

"Mmm," said Jo, "I'm going to enjoy it here. They are such a nice couple aren't they Lena?"

"Yes, they are. Mike told me about Bernardo," I turned to Mike, "will he mind if we call him Nardo?"

"No, I don't think so, everybody does, even the staff."

"He has 'staff'," I asked amazed.

"Oh yes, this is a big estate. He has three gardeners, a housekeeper, a cook, and a nurse for the children. You see Sally is a major force in his business so she works as well, although she does most of it from home using the internet. He couldn't keep this place going on his own, there's far too much work. You wait until you see the house properly, it's truly amazing what he has achieved."

"Has he always been like that, you know, so charismatic, so open and friendly?" Jo asked.

"As long as I've known him, and that's all of his life, yes. Of all the boys he is the most easy to like. But don't let that soft exterior fool you, he has a business brain to beat most today and, although he is ruthless in business, he is scrupulously fair as well. That's really what's made him so successful, that and Sally's business acumen. They are a formidable couple."

"I don't know, but I expected his wife to be something really special, you know, a real looker."

"Yes," he said smiling, "she surprises most people. You'll understand when you get to know her better. She is quite fantastic really and she curls Nardo round her little finger. He was, and still is, hopelessly in love with her and, you know, he has women throwing themselves at him all the time. I've seen it happen, it's quite amazing."

"I can understand it," Jo said, "he has got something. He's not handsome, he doesn't really cut such a fine figure but there is something that makes him attractive. I suppose it's that openness, that joie de vivre. He certainly seems to love life."

"He does and he is very, very generous. He is renowned for his charity work in the area. He is a very nice man."

"Does he ever, you know, talk about Maria?" I asked.

"What, you mean the baby? Not now. At one time he was very up tight about it. We had a long talk several years ago. He was feeling bad about not being able to be a father to Silvio, you know, because he couldn't obviously. He wanted to tell his father so that he could take responsibility. I told him that if he did that it would probably kill his father and would certainly break his family and undo everything we'd managed to salvage. He was very sad but, thankfully, I managed to talk him round and he met Sally soon afterwards and fell in love so he was able to put it behind him. Now he has two wonderful kids of his own. Sadly they can't have any more because of a problem she has but he loves them dearly."

"Do all Silvio's children call you 'uncle'," I asked wanting to know more about him.

"Yes," he said, "I have known them all their lives really. I was best man at Silvio's wedding. Oh, that was a long time ago." Strangely he said this with a lot of feeling, as if there was something painful about the memory. I thought he might be feeling his age again so I made sure to cuddle him and change the subject.

"Shall I cook some dinner for tonight," I asked having seen that the freezer and fridge had a good supply of food.

"I don't think you need to," he said. "I think that Nardo is giving a little dinner party for us tonight, just the family. Do you want to go. It won't be anything special, well the food will be, but it will be a family affair."

"Mmm, I'd like to. What about you Jo."

"Mmm," she said, "I'd like to get to know them both better, they seem like such interesting people."

"Ok then, we'll go but I can't eat anything so you'll have to be kind and not tell me how good the food is," he said laughing.

I was sad again at what he had to go through for me. "Oh, that's not fair. We won't go then," I said hugging him.

"No," he laughed, "I don't mind. I know he has another meal planned for Thursday evening in anticipation of me being home then and he has a big party arranged for Saturday night. I think it's to show me and you two off to all his business associates. Bearing in mind that I own nearly half the company!"

"Are you sure," Jo asked, "we won't go if you don't want us to. We can stay here and get some food for ourselves."

"No really," he said, "it's all right. Even if we stay I'll have to watch you eating so you might as well enjoy a meal at the house and get to know Nardo and Sally. Don't forget that she's arranged for you all to go out shopping on Saturday for all you things for the wedding and our holiday."

"Oh yes," I said to Jo, "I'm really going to enjoy that."

She looked a bit crestfallen. "Mike," she said shyly, "I haven't got that much money so I probably won't go on Saturday."

He laughed an motioned her to sit by him. "As I've told Lena, you two don't have to worry about money. Buy what you want. It will all go on Sally's cards anyway and I'll sort it all out later. Quite a lot will go through the firm's books anyway. That's Sally's forte," he laughed, "she's an excellent tax accountant!"

"Go on you two and get ready for dinner. We'll stroll up to the house, it's not far through the grounds."

It was a lovely evening, one of those wonderful soft late summer evenings in Italy and the walk gave us an appetite. I don't know what it did for poor Mike! We were royally entertained by Nardo and Sally all the while and they were particularly nice to Jo. I think Sally must have found out about him testing Jo when we arrived because he was attentive and polite to her all evening.

When we got back to the boathouse Mike was very attentive to us both as well! I could tell that he wanted us this evening as he had kissed and hugged us both on the walk back. All the while flattering us, saying how lovely we looked, all those nice things he does so well. When we got back he went off to make some coffee so I quickly said to Jo, "I think he wants us both tonight Jo, what do you think?"

She laughed, "From the way he behaved on the way back I think you're right. I want to, do you?"

"Mmm, I do but I don't want to have to get ready and everything. Do you think he'll want us there?" I asked, meaning our bottoms.

"I rather think he won't," she said, "let's just play it by ear or," she laughed, "should I say by penis!"

"Penis?" said Mike laughing as he came back with the coffee.

"Yes," I said laughing with him, "penis. We thought we might examine yours in a minute with a view to you screwing us both. How do you feel about that," I ended with an innocent look on my face and a great big pout.

He put the coffee down on the table and stood in front of us. I could see that he was quite keen by the bulge in his trousers!

"Mmm," I said, "it looks as though he's quite keen doesn't it?"

"Yes," she said, "it certainly does." The she reached out and put her hand on the bulge in his trousers. "Shall we examine it now. I've suddenly gone off the idea of coffee, how about you Lena."

"Oh no, I don't want coffee either. Let's examine it properly!"

So we both knelt on the floor in front of him and started to undo his trousers. We eased them off him and then he stood on one leg as we removed his socks. He's got a thing about making love with his socks on, he won't do it for some reason. There he stood in his underpants and shirt, the head of his erection sticking out from the top.

"There," said Jo, "now that's what I call a penis."

"I want a closer look," I said as I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. His hardness was bobbing up and down as he moved, really sexy above his tightening balls. He was nearly fully hard by now. We always found that he got very excited when we talked about him, and his penis, as if he wasn't there. Like we were discussing something mundane or ordinary so we did it quite often.

"Ooohhh, I like the look of that," Jo said laughing, "go on Lena, you taste it."

"Can I, do you think he'll mind if is suck it. I like sucking his cock don't you?"

"Mmm, I do. I'll suck it after you. Do you think he'll put it in us afterwards, you know, fuck us."

"Ooohhh, I don't know," I said looking up at him. "I like that too. I like it when this lovely cock fucks me, especially when it's really big. Shall we see if we can make it really big?"

"Yes, I like it really big as well. It's nice and tight inside me. Go on Lena you suck him first."

As we're playing this game he was getting harder and harder before our eyes and he was getting more and more excited.

"Oh, bloody hell, Lena. For fuck's sake suck it."

"Shall I, shall I," I asked Jo as I took his rampant penis in my hand.

"Yes, go on. I'll help too."




Caroline Ch. 08.01



So I took the head into my mouth but I didn't suck too hard. I wanted this inside me tonight. I might take a mouthful of his cream later but he was going to take us both first. I suspected he wouldn't take out bottoms tonight, he knew we hadn't got ready. It's sort of like a subtle message really, we wanted him in the front door tonight. I gently masturbated him as I licked and sucked the head. Jo bent to his balls and sucked one, then the other, into her mouth before beginning to lick and gently bite the base of his cock.

His hands came down to our heads holding us still – he was close, "Into the bedroom minxes and I'll undress you."

With my mouth round his cock I looked up at him: I know he finds that almost irresistible and I smiled around his tool. Jo looked up at him as well and said, "Ooohhh, yes please but you must promise to eat us both."

He looked down at us both kneeling in front of him. Me still with his cock in my mouth and Jo sucking his balls, "Oh god yes, then somehow I'm going to make love to you both."

We stood up laughing and ran into the bedroom. He followed behind with the sight of two tight bottoms; we were both wearing trousers.

"Lay next to each other on the bed," he said, "you can kiss if you like."

Well we did like kissing so, as he removed our trousers and knickers we kissed each other, exchanging tongues. He wriggled us out of our trousers and then moved to our knickers, neither were very sexy but they were both a bit wet! He pulled mine down first after he had spent a few moments biting my pussy and getting me very hot. Then he did the same to Jo. I could tell when he did it because she kissed me harder and her tongue got very busy in my mouth!

Then he knelt above our heads and reached down to undo our blouses. I couldn't resist his cock bouncing over our heads so I had to reach up and hold it, so did Jo. So we were both stroking him and playing with his balls while he took off our blouses and bras. Now our boobs were free and he leant forward and started to caress us both and kiss our nipples. It is a problem when there's only one man! He hasn't got enough hands or mouths to be everywhere and, unfortunately, he's only got one penis! We were both playing with his, now and again taking only the head in our mouths. This gave us both a lovely taste of precum which we shared in our kisses as he played with our boobs.

Then he pulled away. He got three pillows and put them on the bed. "Lena," he said hoarsely, "lay face down on the pillows so your bottom is sticking up and open your legs." I did that and it felt very sexy. "Jo, you lay on top of Lena in the same position and open your legs."

Now I saw what he meant. This was he had complete access to both of us. To our pussy and to our bottoms. I felt him kneel behind us and then his mouth on my pussy. He sucked and he probed with his tongue then moved along my perineum and gently touched my anus. No insertion however, but straight back to my sex. I didn't know then but I found out later, when we did this again with me on top, that while he was sucking and licking me he was using his fingers on Jo. Then he changed and I felt two fingers begin to probed my pussy and a little further forward to stroke my clit. I was on the verge of cumming by now. My mind was swimming, he was going to double fuck us like this, like we'd seen on the DVD. I couldn't wait.

After a while when he must have been licking and sucking Jo, at least her moans suggested he was, he returned his tongue to my sex, pushing right inside. I had a small orgasm then, only tiny but quite long. I was eager, by now, to feel him inside me. I supposed he wouldn't get as deep doing it like this but I longed for it anyway. His tongue left me again to be replaced by his fingers playing my pussy like and instrument and bringing me towards another orgasm. Suddenly nothing, then his erection at the lips of my vagina and a forward thrust. It surprised me and drove the breath from my body, it was marvellous. He started to take me, not really deep but he was big tonight and it was deep enough. Then he left and I heard and felt Jo's intake of breath as he entered her. 

I learnt when we did this again that you got more of him when you were on top! So she must have really enjoyed him this evening. Of course I could feel him driving away at her and that in itself was quite exciting. It wasn't long before he returned to my pussy, driving the breath from me again. So he continued for what seemed like ages backwards and forwards between the two of us. How he kept bonking us like this I don't know, he lasted for ages. It was intensely exciting because each time he came back to me it was like a new time and my orgasm was sort of extended. Jo said it was the same for her.

Anyway, he continued to take us both then he leant forward and said, breathlessly, "Where do you want it?"

"Mouth," we both said together.

He rolled off and onto his back and we knelt at his feet. I nodded to Jo and she took him in her mouth while I gently massaged his balls. I was going to make sure we got a good load tonight so I insinuated my had between his legs and stroked his anus with my finger. He sensed what I was going to do and opened his legs a little bit.

"Oh fucking hell, Jo. I'm going to cum in that delightful mouth of yours."

So I pushed my finger into his anus up to the knuckle. He let out and loud, "Aaaaaggghhh," and thrust upwards into Jo's mouth. She sucked and motioned to me to take over, holding him tightly so as not to waste any of his precious liquid. My mouth replaced hers and I sucked hard on his penis as he continued to pump his offering into me. All the time I was moving my finger in his anus and that seemed to keep him going for ages. He finally stopped spurting and began to soften so I signalled to Jo. She nodded and we changed over. She must have swallowed his cream because she took his softening erection into her mouth and gently laved it with her tongue. Of course Mike was almost in agony now, he was so sensitive after cumming, but I know that it was an agony he was happy to suffer. He loves the sight of us sucking his softening cock. He says it make him feel like a million dollars to know the women he loves are willing to do this to him. Well, we both love doing it so that's all right isn't it?

By now I had swallowed my quite large mouthful and was eager to get his soft cock back in my mouth so I nudged Jo and she let me have him. I kept him in my mouth until he was completely soft then I smiled at him, gave it a last gently suck and moved up to kiss him.

"You two are wonderful," he said stroking our hair and our faces, "and I love you both dearly."

"And we both love you," I said kissing him.

"God I'm hungry," he said laughing, "I hope the food's good in the clinic."

I was suddenly concerned again. "It's not going to hurt is it. Oh, I don't mean me, I don't think that does but you, are they going to hurt you?"

"Well," he said pensively, "I don't really know. I suppose they have to cut in somewhere to get at the sperm. It doesn't matter anyway, I've made my decision, you shall have a baby if it's possible."

I loved him so much then so I hugged him tightly to me and sniffled a bit.

"Come on you two, let's shower," said Jo. "And Lena, leave him alone. He'll be all right, I'm sure of it"

So we all showered together and slept in the big bed in a big heap, mostly with him underneath.

The next day I fixed breakfast for Jo and me and for the rest of the morning we all lazed about sunbathing. Jo even took the occasional dip in the lake, fresh but enjoyable. After a light lunch we set off for the clinic. Nardo had given us directions but, in the end, he decided to come with us otherwise Jo would have had to drive back and driving in Italian towns is not for the fainthearted!

I'm not going to go into detail about the clinic or anything, only to say that it all went OK with me. Mike was taken to an operating theatre that afternoon and we all stayed in the very posh waiting rooms whilst they did their business with him. I must admit that I wasn't much help. Both Jo and Nardo had to constantly calm me down as I worried about how long they were taking. It just seemed as if they were ages with him but it wasn't long really. Time seems to stand still when you are worried like that.

Because they had given him a drug which doesn't make you unconscious, just makes you not remember anything, he only had to stay in overnight. I wanted to stay in with him but he insisted that I go back with Nardo and Jo.

"Look Lena," he said, "I'll be perfectly all right here on my own. It won't serve any purpose you staying. Nardo will bring you back first thing in the morning won't you," he nodded, "and Jo can keep you company. Now don't be silly and do as I say."

"But I haven't been away from you at all since we moved in," I whined, "I don't like being away from you any more."

He pulled me down to him and stroked my face and hair. "I know," he said, "I don't want to be away from you but it's better that you go back with Nardo and Jo. Come on, be a good girl and do as I say." I gave him a big kiss and gave in, leaving him alone in the clinic.

I didn't sleep much that night. Jo was great, she cuddled and cooed around me and fed me up, refusing to let me get too down. It was silly really, nothing was going to happen but you know how it is when you love somebody!

Nardo was down with the car first thing in the morning and we packed off to the clinic. By the time we got there through the rush hour traffic he'd been seen by the doctor and was ready to leave. I hugged him and kissed him as if he'd been away for months and, to be honest, he did the same to me. Jo was quite attentive to him as well, as he was to her.

As we walked to the car I noticed that he was walking a bit stiffly, "Does it hurt," I asked guiltily. It was because of me that he'd done this after all.

He smiled, "Just a bit sore and stiff. I'm afraid I won't be much use for a week or so. At least that what the doctor said. I have to be careful not to loosen the stitches."

"Stitches?" I said shocked. I didn't realise he'd have to have stitches. I started to cry, "I didn't mean for all this, I didn't realise."

He stopped in the clinic corridor and held me tightly to him, "It doesn't matter sweetheart, does it. If all goes well it'll be worth it. What's a few stitches and a bit or soreness against a new life. Don't worry yourself, I'm OK. Now give me a big kiss and stop messing about." Then he gave me his great big smile and everything was all right again.

He rested until early evening when we walked slowly up to the main house for another family dinner. This one he enjoyed, he was ravenous because, although he hadn't eaten before the operation, he hadn't been able to eat much afterwards because of the stuff they used. So now he really did tuck in. After dinner Nardo took Jo and I on a tour of the house while he stayed with Sally.

"Don't let him linger too long in the bedrooms," she said laughing, "he's a devil in the bedroom."

He laughed his deep belly laugh, "Both of these are spoken for," he said with a sad expression on his face, "but you never know your luck," he added pretending to brighten up.

We all laughed and, as we turned to go, he said over his shoulder, "And you leave Mike alone, he's a wounded man and won't be able to fight you off." Then conspirationally to both of us, "She is a devil in the kitchen!" Again we all laughed. I learned later that their marriage was very open. She never minded nor stopped him from going with another woman but he never did. He was the same with her, neither of them was possessive. They had an open and powerful love for each other.

The house was marvellous. 17th century all over but with mod cons added. Beautiful statues, paintings, and furniture. I wasn't all finished then, only about half was completed. It took him another five years to completely finish the house. It must have cost him millions in the end but he didn't seem to mind. We often stayed there in the future, spending glorious holidays with the children in the boathouse and grounds.

On Friday Sally suggested that we go into Bologna and just look around the shops. Not buy anything but decide where to go on Saturday as that would give us more time then. That was an idea that appealed to Jo and I; we both love shopping. I was amazed at how Sally was treated in the shops. Shops like Armani, Dior, you know, all those really posh and really expensive places. Like Jo I began to get a bit worried about the prices. Although everything was in Euros it was still bloody expensive.

"Don't worry about the cost," said Sally laughing as she saw my eyebrows raising at the prices. "I won't have to pay quite as much as on the label and, anyway, both Nardo and Mike have said spend what you like. You don't get married that often do you, and you must have a trousseau; and that includes all your clothes doesn't it. So, come on don't be frightened. Choose what you want." So we did and marked all the shops to return to the next day. Dinner that evening was the same, quiet and private. Mike was still a little sore but with the rest he had had today, was getting better all the time. He was back to his bantering best with Nardo and they were at it most of the evening which was full of fun and double entendre, particularly teasing Jo about Guy. As usual she took it all in good fun and gave as good as she got. She and Nardo really hit it off, not in a sexual way, but just as good friends. I could tell that he would be happy to have her as a sister it that happened.

We also saw why he had married Sally. She was marvellous. A wonderful conversationalist, hostess, cook, and mother. And so sexy. The way she teased Mike made me see what Nardo meant when he called her a devil in the kitchen – he wasn't talking about cooking!

I could see that Mike was used to it. His banter with the two of them reeked of love and respect. He was marvellous with the children as well, particularly little Gloria. I suppose he had more experience with little girls. It made me long for everything to go right so we could have a child of our own.

Nardo told us of his plans for tomorrow night. "I've asked all the senior managers from the office to come, and their wives. Not that many of them are married, and I've asked some of the staff from the plant as well." He turned to Jo and I, "You two will have to fight most of them off all evening. Most of them are in their twenties and, like most Italian men, seem to think that they are God's gift to women," he smiled, "but I think you can handle them OK."

"How do you want us to dress Mike?" I asked him because I was aware that he might feel sad again, you know, with us being the centre of attention for young men.

"Well," he said, "the party is also for them to meet me isn't it Nardo?" He nodded. "Nardo wants them to meet the co-owner of the company so I'll come in with you two on my arms and you'll be introduced to everyone as my fiancée and my friend. That should spark their interest, eh Nardo?"

He laughed, "Yes," he said, "they'll all think that they will be able to tease you away from an old codger like Mike."

As he said this I felt a shaft of concern and thought, 'Oh Nardo, please don't say that'. I immediately took Mike's arm and said angrily, "You're not an 'old codger'. Nardo that's not nice." I said to him vehemently. "Mike is a vibrant man. He could knock spots off you!"

Mike held me close, "It's all right Lena, he's always calling me an old codger. Basically he's jealous because I've always beaten him at arm wrestling. Isn't that right Nardo. And now I've got you and Jo he's even worse."

Nardo laughed, "I'm sorry Lena but, you know, he always beats me at arm wrestling. I think he cheats somehow!"

We all laughed and the tension was gone. "So," said Mike, "what do you think. Want to knock 'em dead?"

"Mmm, I think I do. How about you Jo? Shall we tease these Italian wannabes and toss them aside?"

She laughed, "Yes, let's. We'll try and break a few hearts and show them that English girls aren't easy!"

We all laughed and then we left for the boathouse. A slow stroll home through the cool night air. It was breathtakingly lovely. There was a full moon shining over the lake and it was almost like daytime, and so warm. When we got back Mike looked really tired so I said, "Come on, let's go to bed. You look really tired."

He hugged us both. "I'll sleep in here tonight," he indicated the small bedroom. "It's such a romantic evening, you should make love together tonight," and he kissed us both and shooed us into the bedroom. You see, that's why I love him so. He isn't possessive, he loves me but, well, he doesn't own me. I must admit that the whole evening had made me feel romantic and, if Mike had been fit, I most definitely would have preferred to have him and Jo. I turned to her and raised my eyebrows in question. A question answered by a soft kiss and the insertion of her tongue into my mouth. We sort of forgot him then and drifted to the bed not hearing him close the door nor seeing the soft, loving smile on his lips.

So it was Saturday. It would take me a whole book just to describe Saturday and shopping. It was marvellous to go out and not worry about how much we spent. Sally was wonderful, helpful and almost motherly. She wasn't that much older than us but she seemed to be at home in the part. We bought some lovely clothes, with all the accessories, for general wear. Swimming costumes, nightdresses, lingerie, shoes, the whole caboodle. We spent most time on dresses and suits. Jo looks so gorgeous when she wears a business type suit, she has just the shape for it. She got a lovely cream trouser suit that we thought would really knock them dead tonight. With a scarlet blouse it was unbelievable. She looked like a fashion model, she really has a wonderful figure.

I bought a dress that Sally said showed off my bottom. Long, right to the floor, it fell of the hip in that manner that accentuates the curve of the bottom. Low cut at the back, in fact just showing the top of the crease of my bottom, it covered the front right up. God, it was sexy.

Then to choose for the ceremonies. In front of the registrar I chose a smart trouser suit, burgundy in colour, with a cream blouse and burgundy shoes. Jo said I was a knockout. She chose a suit as well, with a knee length skirt. This was in pale blue, a colour that really suited her. My clothes for the blessing gave me the biggest headache. You see, I'm not very religious, nor is Mike and I wasn't sure what he expected. I didn't want to dress like a bride, I didn't think it appropriate, but I wanted to dress like someone who was getting married. So we chose an Armani dress in soft pink, mainly in satin with some lace trimming. It had a full skirt and the bodice was tight showing my neck and bosom. There were no straps. Both Sally and Jo said it was just right so I bought it (well Mike did!). Jo chose a quieter dress, floor length and quite figure hugging, again in pale blue. Strangely it complemented my colour almost exactly.

That, however, was only a few of the things we bought. My two outfits for the ceremonies cost nearly £5000 and Jo's almost as much. Sally thought it was hilarious, constantly saying the men could afford it and anyway, that's what they are for isn't it. To keep you satisfied in bed and fitted out in good clothes. "They're not much good for anything else are they," she joked.

We got back to the boathouse quite late with only enough time to shower and get dressed. Mike was ready when we got home but he didn't mind waiting. It took us quite a while because we wanted to break hearts tonight so we took some time over make-up, wearing much more than we did for Mike. The we got dressed and came into the lounge. My only worry was that he would have another fit of depression when he saw us because, and I'm not afraid to say this myself, we looked bloody gorgeous. I was also looking forward to seeing what Mike meant when he said men fancied me. You see I didn't think they did. I'm really not that pretty to look at and I don't have anything like Jo's figure but Mike had told me that men fancied me because I was sure of my femininity and confident in my sexuality. So tonight I was going to see!




Caroline Ch. 08.01



His reaction was lovely. No problems with depression now, he just looked us up and down, wolf whistled us and said laughing, "Sod this, I'm not going to the bloody party. I want to stay here and bonk, damn the stitches. You two look absolutely delectable." He went to hug and kiss us.

"Oh no," I said, "you can't touch, you'll muss us. If you are very good we'll wear these for you when you're better then you can take them off us."

He smiled, "That is something to wait for. Those things suit you both so well. I think that I'm going to have to ride shotgun on you two tonight with all these youngsters about."

Suddenly serious again, I said to him, "Are you sure you don't mind. We won't go if you don't want us to. Won't it be hard for you to cope."

He smiled gently at me, "Do I have anything to worry about?" he asked softly . 

I threw my arms around his neck, "No, husband to be, nothing at all. I'd rather have you than any man on earth," and I kissed him passionately, messing up my lipstick in the process.

Jo wasn't to be left out. "There's only one man I'd rather have than you and you know who that is," and she kissed him as well. That meant we both were in need of repair! We fixed our make-up and got in the car. We drove because of our high heels. It only took a moment but, because of our taking ages to get ready, we were a bit late. Mike didn't mind, he could make an entrance now couldn't he!

The party was being held in the big dining room of the house, a massive room that could be widened by the opening of two pairs of double doors into the garden and into the library. Before we went inside Mike caught Bernardo's eye and he walked over to greet us.

"Bloody hell Mike, you can't let those two in there like that, there'll be a riot." He looked us up and down with a big leer on his face, "I couldn't borrow them for an hour or two could I, you know, upstairs. I can assure you that they'd have a great time."

We both pouted outrageously at him and Jo said, "No, I'm sorry, you can't borrow us. We're both spoken for and, besides, we have a great time anyway," she added emphasizing that we were Mike's by hanging on to his arm and gazing lustfully into his eyes.

"You see Nardo," he said laughing, "how they take advantage of me. They know they are safe because of my stitches. If I was OK I'd take them upstairs for an hour and cool them down a bit. I think they're both running hot at the moment!"

We laughed, truth to tell, we were. When you get yourself up like this, really sexy, looking like a million dollars, and knowing that there are going to be men who want you, it does make you hot. I suppose that's part of the whole thing isn't it, you feel hot, that shows and it winds up the men.

"Shall we go in?" he asked looking down at us.

"Yes, let's," I said.

"Mmm," said Jo, "let's go get 'em."

So we walked into the room just a some music stopped playing and a great crash came from behind us. I looked round. Nardo had dropped a metal tray. He had a big smile on his face, he must have done it intentionally to get every one looking in our direction. Well, he succeeded. All the faces in the room turned to look at us as we entered one on each of Mike's arms. You could almost hear the intake of breath as the largely male party goers took us in. Mike was beaming, we were his and he was showing us off to the other males. I suppose some women would resent it but I loved being shown off like this. I liked being 'his' because he was 'mine' so it didn't matter. I knew that Jo felt the same way. She chose to be with him didn't she, she didn't have to. Tonight was a fine example. I bet she could have had her choice of the men there if she wanted to but she didn't, she wanted him, to be his. So, all you feminists out there, I don't apologise for being like this. I love my man and I love being his because he is mine!

Anyway, we walked slowly into the room, rather like royalty really, and the music began again to cover the hush and the sharp intake of breath. Soon we were surrounded by young men, none of whom knew who we were. Let me tell you, it's very exciting being the centre of attention like this but it's a bit frightening as well. You tend to lose control of the situation and I can see how girls get into trouble in large groups of men. You sort of go into flirt autopilot, it's quite outrageous really. I felt so powerful, all these men at my feet, well figuratively if not literally. Mind, I think I could have got most of them at my feet literally as well. We were soon whisked away to the dance floor, fine for Jo but I can't dance and, after a while of getting my feet trodden on, my bottom felt, and my boobs crushed, I decided it was time to remove myself from the dance floor. 

I slowly walked, escorted by my then partner, into a corner and was then surrounded by six or seven young Italians all talking at once. Oh this is close to heaven for a woman who wants to flirt. Italian men seem to be very tactile, they want to touch all the time, not necessarily private bits, but your arm, shoulder, hand, that sort of thing. Most spoke pretty good English and those that didn't soon made their desires felt! All of them wanted me, wanted me a lot, I could feel it and I felt powerful. I glanced at Mike to see how he was reacting to this attention to me. He was smiling softly at my antics, because, you see, I was flirting outrageously and enjoying myself a lot. Soon though I'd had enough. Despite the youth and the handsomeness of some of my would be suitors, there was only one man that I loved there that evening and it was time to show all these men who that was!

I excused myself from the group, whose eyes incidentally, followed my bottom all the way, and went over to Mike. I sensuously draped myself all over him, making sure that everyone watching knew who my man was, and kissed him full on the lips before resting my head on his shoulder. He put his arms round me and held me to him. I could hear his heart beating, he wanted me then I could feel it! I know I wanted him. All this male attention was certainly getting my juices going. Trouble was, it was hurting him so I said, "Let's go and get something to eat and sit down for a while. I've broken enough hearts for now, anyway, I'm fed up with clumsy men treading on my feet, feeling my bottom, and crushing my boobs. These Italian men have go no finesse you know, nothing like you."

"Thanks," he said, "yes, I'm afraid this is painful. Let's go and sit down."

I could tell he was hurting because he walked very slowly into the library where the food was. I could see Jo still dancing. She looked absolutely fabulous in that cream suit. "Doesn't she look lovely," Mike said. "It really is a pity that Guy isn't hear to escort her tonight but she seems to be enjoying herself."

"I think that a few young men are going to be disappointed tonight. I've got a feeling she might be getting Steve out of her system by tormenting them." Then I added seriously, "We must keep an eye on her Mike, some of these blokes may not take no for an answer."

"I know, don't worry, Nardo hasn't taken his eyes off her tonight. He won't let anything happen to his brother's lady. He's already had a word with one bloke who got a bit fresh. Sally's watching as well. I think she'll be OK. She's not silly enough to get herself into a dodgy position."

The rest of the evening went the same way. By the time everyone had gone, some having to be shoehorned away from Jo, it was nearly two in the morning.

"Come into the kitchen and I'll make some coffee," said Sally, "you two look as if you need it. Did you enjoy yourselves?"

"Oh yes indeed," said Jo, "I haven't disappointed so many man, so many times, in such a short time before. It was funny, it's almost as if they were queuing up." Then she was serious, "I wish Guy could have been here, I wouldn't have disappointed him," she said suddenly brightening. "When will you send him up to the villa?" she asked Bernardo.

He raised his eyebrows quizzically. "My fault, Nardo," Mike said, "I thought it would be unkind to not let her know. She's going to have to overcome his shyness when he arrives. You know he won't stay don't you? When he sees these two beauties stripped down to swimming costumes he'll run a mile."

Bernardo smiled and looked at Jo, "With that in mind I think I'll come up myself," he said laughing, "but I suspect that he won't get very far, will he Jo?"

She laughed, "No, I'm not going to let him go when he gets there."

He reached over and gently touched her cheek, "He's very lucky indeed to have caught your eye," he said seriously. Then, cheering up, he said to Mike, "Look, don't bother to go back to the boathouse tonight. The guest room is all made up, stay there."

I looked at Mike and at Jo. "All of us," I said surprised.

"Well," he said, "you're all together aren't you!"

Mike smiled at us both, "Thanks Nardo, yes we will. I'm afraid I feel a bit fragile. Point us in the right direction."

So he led us to the guest bedroom on the first floor. It was a massive room with great big windows through which the moon shone on this night. There was a massive four-poster bed and a private bathroom off to the side. It was lovely.

"Sleep well," he said as he kissed us both goodnight and left.

I was surprised, Nardo was the first person who had really accepted that we were a threesome, even though he knew Jo was involved with his brother. I had to say something. "Mike," I said thoughtfully, "Nardo is the first person who's really accepted you, me and Jo. Why?"

"He's always been very open about sex, and sexual matters," he said. "His marriage is very open. Oh he's not over the side every minute but I suspect he has had a couple of flings (actually he hadn't). With me he always remembers what I did for him and Maria and I suppose I could do almost anything and he'd forgive me. But I think he does know I love you both and neither of you has to stay with me do you. He knows we are all adults so he doesn't feel he has the right to judge." Then he looked around and sighed, "Isn't this a lovely room. Come on, let's go to bed, I'm knackered, I don't know about you."

Well, we were both tired too so we just stripped off, hung up our clothes and slept together in the nude; lovely!

We were all rather tired on Sunday. We had planned to drive up to the villa on Maggiore today but Mike decided to leave it until tomorrow. Instead we spent the day with Nardo, Sally and the children and discussed the wedding plans.

I had to return to the clinic in four weeks for the fertilized embryos to be implanted and we'd arranged for Tuesday after that weekend. Mike wanted us to be married before that, he's funny. He didn't want me to think that he was only marrying me because of the baby. I told him he was silly but he insisted and I didn't mind did I, the sooner the better!

"I've arranged the civil ceremony for Friday, four weeks time and the blessing for the Saturday," said Bernardo as we sat in the gardens soaking up the late summer sun, "is that OK. That's what we discussed on the phone Mike."

"Mmm," Mike said, "that's ideal. Is that OK Lena. By this time in four weeks you'll be an old married woman."

I laughed, "Yes," I said, "and I can't wait!"

"Good. That's all fine then Nardo. Can I leave all the arrangements up to you? I've told Jo that her mum and dad can come and stay with you for the wedding and, if it's OK and they want to, they can stay on afterwards, or indeed come early, and make a holiday of it. Is that OK?"

"Certainly. I'm looking forward to meeting your parents, Jo. Perhaps I'll get to know them better in the future," he said smiling at her.

She smiled back secretively, "Perhaps you will."

He laughed and said "Don't worry Mike, I'll sort everything out." 

Then Sally butted in, "No, Nardo, I'll sort everything out. You just arrange for the notary and the vicar. We don't want this to go wrong do we?"

Bernardo smiled wanly, "OK," he said resignedly, "I'll leave it all up to you." Then to us, "She's far better at organising than me so everything will go to plan, have no fear. Incidentally Mike, I've booked you into the best hotel in Bologna for Saturday and Sunday night, sort of honeymoon present."

"Well Lena, do you want that?"

I though it would be nice, a special evening of lovemaking. Our first as husband and wife. "Yes," I pecked Bernardo's cheek, "thank you. That's very thoughtful."

So we had a quiet Sunday, sitting and talking, before we packed to leave for the villa. I enjoyed every moment at Bernardo's home and would do so again many time in the future. He was a lovely man and it was sad when he left us.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 08.02



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Plenty of sex in this one (mostly anal)!

Caroline's Tale

The Villa Mimosa – 

Jo's period and Caroline's basque!

The Villa Mimosa, Mike's villa on Lake Maggiore, was built on a hillside between Stresa and Baveno overlooking the lake and the islands. The journey up on Monday was very pleasant because Mike left the motorway and drove up the side of the Lake. We stopped on the way for lunch at a lovely little restaurant by the lakeside. Because so much that is important happened at the villa I should describe it in some detail. I didn't know then but it was built to Mike's design, only a couple of years before, by Bernardo as a present for giving him the controlling interest in the company. So you can imagine what sort of money we are talking about here.

Set into the side of the hill, the villa had four levels really. You drove into the garage at the back, next to which as a fitness/table tennis room with all the keep fit devices you could think of and a full size table tennis table. There was also a small shower/changing room so you didn't have to go back into the villa to bathe. Finally there was a small wine cellar. From the garage a staircase led to a small hallway between the lounge and the kitchen/dining area. The lounge stretched the whole width of the villa with French windows opening out onto a terrace with a pool and seating area set off to one side of the building. The whole thing had a magnificent view over the lake with just a glimpse of the islands. At the back was the kitchen, fully equipped with everything you could want, and with a dining area at one end also leading onto a terrace behind the pool. Finally, this floor had a small office tucked into the corner which had his computers and other things he needed for those occasions when he had to do some work.

Up another flight of stairs to another small hallway and the bedrooms. Two of these were magnificent. Both had balconies overlooking the terrace; the lake; and the islands; and were in sunshine for most of the day. They both had a small en-suite with a shower and toilet and a great big six foot bed. The main bedroom, only slightly bigger than the second, had one wall completely mirrored rather like our bedroom at home (My home!). The other was furnished all in white. The third bedroom, quite a lot smaller than the other two, had a single bed for guests. Completing the top floor was a gorgeous bathroom. No bath but an enormous shower cubicle, big enough for four people, again just like the one at home.

That wasn't all. Another set of steps from a doorway in the hall led up to the roof. This had been planted with small trees and lots of pots giving a completely private space totally un-overlooked. There were loungers and even a small bar to save going downstairs for a drink!

I fell in love with Villa Mimosa the first time I saw it, so did Jo.

"Well," he said as he finished showing us around, "what do you think?"

"Oh Mike," I said, "it's absolutely marvellous. Did you really design it?"

"Well," he said laughing, "not precisely, an architect drew up the plans, but I did give him an outline of what I wanted. I wanted somewhere here in Italy where I could live, you know, not feel as if I was on holiday, but feel at home. So I designed a few bits like our house at home and a few bits like a holiday home. I'm rather pleased, it all seems to fit together quite well. How about you Jo, will it do?"

"Oh yes, it will do. It's lovely."

He hugged her to him and whispered conspirationally but loud enough for me to hear, "The walls between the bedrooms are soundproofed."

We both laughed, "No seriously," he said. "You know how I feel about that. Silly I know, but I wanted people who stayed here to be able to make love without worrying about noise. That's why the windows are all double glazed with shutters and the doors soundproofed as well. We've got air conditioning as well because they get very, very hot in the summer."

"Well," I said to Jo, digging her playfully in the ribs, "you won't have to worry about making a noise with Guy will you."

"Nor will you with Mike," she said laughing.

We settled into the villa very easily. Jo and I slept together for several nights because Mike was still recovering from the operation. He encouraged us to make love but unfortunately Jo's period arrived soon after we got there so sex took a back seat for a few days. That didn't matter really because, although he couldn't do anything he was still the most attentive of men. He would often just hold me, kiss me, and talk to me in that loving way of his; that way that made me feel like a million dollars.

He took us out, showing us the islands and the other lakes, and to meet all his friends in the area. I found out how well he spoke Italian then. There's no doubt it's a beautiful area and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

It wasn't until the second Saturday after his operation that Mike suggested making love. "Gorgeous one," he said that afternoon as he held me tightly, "do you think I could love you tonight?" Love me tonight! You bet.

I kissed him. "Oh yes," I said, "I can't wait." 

Jo was smiling at us both, "Well," she said laughing, "looks like we'll need the soundproofing then."

I poked my tongue out at her, "You're just jealous." Then I looked at her archly, "He can take your bottom you know, he likes that. Nice and tight at this time!"

She blushed bright red. She'd never had sex during her period, that I knew. We never did it together and I knew she'd not done it with Steve or any of her boyfriends. "Oh," she said, "I don't think I could do that."

I laughed, "Only kidding. You ought to try it though, you might like it." I looked at Mike. "Are you up to Jo's bottom," I raised my eyebrows at him, "and mine as well."

"I'm yours to command," he said looking at us both. He wanted it, I knew. He loved our bottoms didn't he.

"Come on Jo, try it. He'll stop if you don't like it won't you Mike."

He didn't look very sure, he was getting hot now, I could tell. But I knew he wouldn't hurt her and I knew he would be really excited by taking her during her period. There's a sort of illicit pleasure in having sex then, even sucking him make me feel very naughty. To be honest, I don't like him in my bottom during my period but, as I said to Jo, until you tried it you wouldn't know.

"Of course I will, you know that Jo. If you want to try it I'm more than happy to oblige," he said with a silly grin.

She looked at me and I could see that she wanted too. It's sort of forbidden isn't it and that makes it all the more exciting. "Go on Jo, I'll be there and he won't cum inside you. He'll be keeping that for me won't you Mike."

"Oh yes," he said laughing, "I've got an awful lot stored up for you, my angel."

She looked at him and I could see her weighing it up then she blushed, she was going to do it. She smiled, "Mmm, I think I might try that." Then coyly, "Do you want my bottom then Mike?"

He stood and walked over to her and stood behind the sun lounger she was laying on. He moved forward so his crotch was above her head and she could see his erection standing proud in his trunks. "I think that this gives the answer to that question."

I looked at him with hunger in my eyes, "Sod this evening, come on Jo, let's go and get ready. You," I said firmly pointing at him, "get showered and get ready, you're going to get screwed!"

He looked a bit bemused but he was used to this playfulness and my taking charge like that so he just smiled and said, "Your wish is my command O Mistress. I will await your pleasure."

I took Jo's hand and we went off into the bathroom to get ready. A quick shower and then to the enema's. He was going to have my bottom of that I was sure, although I did hope he'd visit my mouth and my pussy first. I longed for a bottom full of his essence, hot and sticky, hitting me inside and filling my bowels. Trouble was I felt the same about my mouth and my womb. Would that he had three cocks, four even, so he could fill Jo as well.

As I gave Jo her enema (we always did each other when we both went with him, it made it a bit more exciting) I could sense that she was not really certain about carrying on although she did seem to enjoy it.

"You don't have to you know, Jo. He won't mind, you know that."

She smile, "Yes, I know that but I do want to try. It's just that I'm a bit shy what with my period and all that."

"Don't be," I said, "he understands. I was a bit worried the first time he did it but he's very considerate." I laughed, "After all, like I said before, it's in his interest isn't it, that you enjoy it. Then he gets to do it again. You might not like it, I don't very much and he doesn't do it to me but you might mightn't you. Just think of that lovely piece of flesh filling your bottom, stretching you, sliding back and forth."

"Stop it Lena," she said laughing, "you'll have me cumming before he starts."

I laughed, "And myself as well." Then I had an idea. "Jo, wear the basque, we brought them didn't we, and go in first. He'll realise you're asking him to make love to you there this time won't he. Oh go on Jo. Ooohhh, I can't wait to see that."

She looked a bit apprehensive. "I don't know whether I can cope with that now," she said. "He'll be pretty hot won't he."

"Yes, he will and I bet you enjoy it. Oh go on Jo. Just think of what he will do and you'll want to wear it."

She licked her lips and I could see she was imagining him buggering her like that, just like I described when he did it to me. "Yes," she suddenly said, "'don't die wondering'," she laughed. "All right, I'll wear the basque. Can you nip out and get it, I haven't heard him in the bedroom yet."

I peeked out, then raced to the second bedroom and got the basque, stockings, etc., and bedroom slippers. When I got back to the bathroom I helped Jo get dressed. She looked fabulous. I guessed he would give her a severe test this afternoon. We were going to enjoy ourselves, of that I was certain and, of course, there was the possibility of him being fit again later tonight as well.

"You look fabulous," I said laughing, "sometimes I wish I had a penis so I could do what he does. Come on, let's go get him!"

She smiled provocatively, "Sometimes I wish I had too but we have to make do with the strap-on don't we."

He was sitting on the bed as we arrived in the bedroom. His eyes widened as he saw her in the basque. The message was obvious wasn't it. 'Fuck me in the arse like Lena' Jo was saying in so many words. He stood and took her in his arms, kissing her full on the lips. "Do you want me to," he asked her as he looked down at her.

She looked up through her lashes, "Yes," she mouthed quietly at him, "yes please."

He looked towards me, naked now and getting really excited at the thought of watching him take Jo's bottom in this way. Would she like it? I hoped so. He was silently asking my permission so I nodded 'Yes' at him and he went back to kissing Jo. His hands travelled over her bottom, caressing and stroking, before his fingers found the shallow channel between her cheeks. A sharp intake of breath indicated he had found her tight little hole and I could see him move aside her knickers and gently insert his middle finger, pushing past the minimal obstruction of her anus as she was ready for him. I'd already put KY on her tight little back door and inside her. He was going straight there wasn't he, so she was ready.

She pulled away from him and he stood, almost paralyzed as she walked to the mirrored wall. His eyes followed the sway of her bottom, accentuated by the 3 inch bedroom slippers, and the hunger was almost palpable. I followed Jo as we had planned and helped her take up the position he loved so much. After slipping her knickers off, this time she bent even lower and thrust her bottom out behind, slightly bending her legs as she moved them apart. I was there to help take her weight and make it a bit easier for her. Finally she was completely 'presented' to him and he moved towards her, losing his boxers on the way. His erection stood out proudly in front, strong and vibrant. How much I wished it were me he was going to make love to, but he would later wouldn't he.

He stood behind her and put his erection in the valley between the cheeks of her bottom causing an intake of breath. Then he leant forward and kissed her neck and shoulders before reaching round and cupping her boobs. He began to slide his penis up and down the channel between her cheeks caressing her anus with his length. Now she was breathing heavily as the effect of his movements were transferred to her bottom. All to soon he turned to me. "KY Lena, please," he almost pleaded. So I used a small amount to massage his erection, now as hard as I'd ever seen it. I suppose that being 'presented' with Jo's bottom together with the fact that it was her period was almost too much for him. I wonder whether he'd be able to control himself and save some for me!

With the KY applied he leant forward again and whispered in her ear. "Oh yes," she said again, "oh yes, I want that in my arse, deep, long, and hard. Please. Bugger me."

Well, of course, this was enough. He put the head of his erection against the tiny little ring of her anus and, surprisingly considering the look of passion on his face, gently pressed forward. She opened for him and easily took the head inside. Breath rushed from her mouth as she moaned, "Oh sweet fuck, oh, oh, oh, oh," over and over again. Then she actually pushed backwards against him, taking him halfway inside her. His face was a picture.

"Lena," he said, "kiss me."

So I reached for him as he turned his head and kissed him deeply, my tongue in his mouth. "Oh god," he said, "she's so tight." Out a little then he thrust forward again burying himself completely inside her back door, his thighs tight against her buttocks. He stayed completely still then controlling himself as I moved to watch Jo who was moaning incoherently in pleasure. Now he began to bugger her, moving slowly at first and only a little at a time; waiting for her rectum to become accustomed to his entry. I know when he did it to me during my period, it took me a while longer than normal to adjust to the feeling, to loosen up for him. It must have been the same with Jo. It didn't take long however, before he was moving in and out of her with long firm strokes, getting deep inside her with every thrust. Suddenly Jo let out a scream, "Aaaaaggghhh," and almost collapsed. Luckily he was holding her as he took her so she didn't fall. He pulled out, his penis glistening with the KY and still rock hard, and lifted her to the bed. She'd passed out.

He was suddenly concerned, his erection disappearing almost immediately. "Is she OK," he said concerned, "Lena, is she all right."

I looked at her face, she was smiling her after orgasm smile. I looked at him, sitting there worried about her. "I think she's OK," I said, "she must have had a massive orgasm," I smiled. "You know what she's like, it was probably too much for her. She'll wake in a minute I'm sure."

He knelt beside her and looked down at her face, softly calling her name, "Joanna, Joanna, wake up. Are you all right?"

Slowly the smile on her face widened even further and her tongue poked out and licked her lips. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. "Thank you," she said breathlessly, "that was bloody marvellous," and she reached up and pulled him to her, kissing him hard on the lips. "You can do that anytime you want. I've never, never felt anything like that." She turned to me, "Oh Lena, that was wonderful, excruciatingly wonderful. I'll tell you all about it later." Then to Mike, "Can you take me into the other bedroom, then you and Lena can make love," and she smiled softly at me.

He looked at me and I nodded to him so he picked Jo up in his arms and took her into the other bedroom. I followed and together we made her comfortable on the bed, still dressed in the basque and stockings. She still seemed half asleep but, as she got comfortable, she looked up and reached for him. He bent and kissed her, then she turned and reached for me, so I kissed her as well. Now she was happy and turned over to go to sleep. He looked at me and smiled, "That must have been something else again. She's completely had it."

"Mmm," I said, "I'll have to ask her about that later on. I think she liked it don't you."

He laughed, "Yes, I think she did too." Then he turned to me, "Time for you now amata, mi avanti."

Now, as you know, when he makes love to me in Italian I'm putty in his hands (well, I'm putty in his hands any time but with Italian I'm even puttier!). I went to him and he swept me up in his arms and kissed me, an 'I love you' kiss, then he picked me up and carried me to the main bedroom. It's soooo sexy when he does that, it makes me go gooey all over. In there he laid me on the bed and looked down at me. I reached up and kissed him again, "I want you to take me like that this afternoon," I said, "not now, at the end."

He smiled, "In a basque?" he asked.

"No," I smiled back, "it takes to long to put on. Just the slippers." I knew he'd like that, they make my bottom stick out even more, also very sexy!

"Of course," he said stroking my hair, then!

"Vorrei bacciare i tuoi cappelli biondi

le labbra due e gli occhi tuoi si belli 

Vorrei morire con te angelo di dio

O bella inamorata, tesore mio.

Stringimi, o cara, stringimi al tuo core,

Fammi provar l'ebbrezza dell'amor."

He whispered these words softly in my ear in a sort of sing-song rough tune. Each one caressed me, stroked me, loved me. Oh, I didn't know what it all meant but I knew he was saying he loved me. I started to cry and I held him tightly, tight enough to make him catch his breath. I've said it before, this is a marvellous feeling, being made love to like this with words. I know they are other peoples words but he always chooses the most appropriate. He pulled away and kissed my eyes, my lips and stroked my hair. His eyes were full of love, no desire at all. I know it's difficult to believe but he can put his desire on the back burner as it were and just concentrate on his love for me.

Sniffling, I said to him, "That was lovely, tell me what it means, please."

He kissed me again and smiled. 

"I want to kiss your blonde hair, 

your two lips and your, oh so beautiful, eyes. 

I want to die with you heavenly angel, 

O beautiful beloved one, dearest mine.

Hold me, darling, hold me to your heart,

Let me feel the ecstasy of love!"

I started to cry again and I held him to my heart and I did feel the ecstasy of love! It was beautiful, beautiful. He reached to wipe the tears from my eyes then he kissed me again. Strangely, I'd forgotten all about sex in those few moments. All I felt just then was an intense love for him and a desire to never let him go. We must have stayed like that, holding each other, and totally in love for a while. I felt wonderful in his arms like this, safe, wanted, needed, it's almost impossible to explain. Finally he pulled away from me and kissed me again. "OK now," he said smiling at me. 

I nodded, finished crying now just full of love for him, "love me," I said staring into his eyes, "love me totally, completely."

He said nothing just began to kiss me, my face, my neck, then my boobs. Sucking my nipples, kissing all over my breasts then massaging them with his hands. I could see that he wasn't hard so I stopped him. "Wait," I said, "it's not fair. Lay back, let me love you for a change." He didn't argue, just lay on his back, his eyes following my every move.




Caroline Ch. 08.02



I started on his chest, running my tongue through his hair, nipping it with my teeth and gently pulling. I wasn't going to stay there long however, now I wanted his maleness, not yet hard, in my mouth. So I moved quickly down to his groin and held his penis in my hand. So soft, so strange how this funny thing could turn into such an instrument of pleasure. We're comical things we humans aren't we. Not wanting to delay I bent my head and took him in my mouth, all of it. I love sucking him from soft like this. I get far more excited as I feel it growing in my mouth and he tells me he finds it very, very erotic to look down and see me take it all in my mouth then to feel it grow as I use my tongue. The thing is, I always get loads of precum this way. I suppose it must be natural for him to leak it as he grows hard. Pretty soon he was too big to keep inside so I just concentrated on the head which was growing to it's full size. I could taste the essence of Jo on him as well, the KY and a slight bitterness that I recognised was the taste of her anus. That excited me even more as I remembered how he had just dealt with her. All too soon he was fully hard and his hand came down to hold my head still. Just at that moment I wished I had two to play with then I could take the first in my mouth and swallow it, then take the other front or back so I would have two lots of delicious cum inside me but, there you are, you can't have everything can you.

Reluctantly I took his erection from my mouth but I hadn't finished with him yet. I started to lick his balls, taking one, then the other, in my mouth and sucking gently, very gently! This doesn't do much for him he says, but I like doing it anyway. Then I pushed his legs apart and moved down under his balls, towards his anus. Now I would have to be careful! He was sensitive there, as I found out before we came away, but I was determined to use my tongue on him there. He sensed what I was going to do because he opened his legs a bit more and bent his knees allowing me easier access. He wanted it!

As I began to use my tongue on that area beneath his balls I heard a sharp intake of breath, he was enjoying this. I reached up and felt his penis, it was rock hard and throbbing; I'd have to be careful. I moved my tongue further downwards until I could see the tight rosebud of his anus. No doubt now, that was where my tongue was going. I licked him, just like he did me. Obviously he hadn't prepared like me so I detected a slight bitterness, not nasty because he was clean from his shower. In fact it acted on me rather like pre-cum. It was the essence of him wasn't it. I wanted more so I licked and, as I did so, I pushed my tongue harder against his ring.

"Oh fucking hell Lena, you'll have to stop that or I'll cum. Please," he pleaded. I didn't want to really but I did want him to make love to me so I had to. I crawled up level with his head.

"Can I do that to you tonight. I liked doing it."

"Any time you like," he said smiling, "but it's pretty hot making. If you touch my cock while you're doing that I'll almost certainly cum."

"Well then," I laughed, "I might just do that when I've got my period then, mightn't I," I said archly.

He laughed and held me, "Now you lay back, it doesn't matter if you cum does it. Let me see if I can excite you with my tongue."

With that he began to kiss me all over again. Starting with my neck he moved to my boobs. This time however, his hand was stroking my pussy as he was doing it. I was faced with two points of interest, his mouth on my boobs and his fingers on my pussy. Pretty soon he was biting and sucking my nipples hard enough to let me know he could do it harder. At the same time his fingers were stroking my pussy lips and teasing my clit. Still on my boobs, his mouth went to the underneath where I'm so sensitive and his fingers entered my sex. Only a little way at first but soon right to the knuckle. He was using his fingers to love me, not something he often did so it was quite exciting, especially as he was kissing my boobs at the same time. 

I closed my eyes and I was moaning, "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes," and thrusting myself onto his hand when his lips left my boobs. Then his tongue on my clit, flicking gently followed by his lips sucking on it. This, together with his fingers inside me, brought on my orgasm. I reached for his head and pushed him into my pussy with one hand. With the other I held his hand inside me as I thrust my hips into him. He was stronger however, and he had other things in mind. I felt a loss as he pulled away which caused my orgasm to stutter, where had he gone. I wasn't long in finding out as his hands spread my legs and he knelt between. Then I felt his rock hard erection at the entrance to my vagina, splitting my lips, "Oh fuck, yes," I shouted, "fuck me with that wonderful cock."

He needed no second bidding, thrusting completely inside me in one go. No finesse now, just a fuck! Hell, it was marvellous. The breath rushed from my lungs in a long "aaaagggghhh," as he pushed completely into me. My legs came up around his waist to hold him in me, never to let him go, and I reached for him to bring him close to me. I looked into his eyes, full of love not lust, as he continued to move inside me, sometimes in and out, sometimes moving his hips in a circle, and sometimes moving side to side as he loved me. I think I had several orgasms, I can't remember really, they all seemed to melt into one experience. As usual, and aren't I so lucky, he didn't cum. How he does this I don't know but he did and it's wonderful.

I undid my legs from behind his back and let him go. As usual he lay beside me, his head propped on one elbow. "Well precious," he said. He called me things like that all the time, I liked it. "Was that good?" 

"Mmm," I said, "very good. Give me a few minutes and I'll go and get the bedroom slippers." He took a deep breath and I felt his cock pulse against me leg. He was going to enjoy this. I got up and fetched the slippers from the wardrobe and, as I did so, I pondered whether to wear the basque and everything. He would probably soften again waiting for me. Mmm, that would give me a chance to bring him hard again with my mouth. Mind, he might not go soft watching me get dressed. I'd ask him.

I turned to him lying on the bed. "Shall I wear the basque and stockings. Would you like that?"

He looked at me with hot eyes, "Oh yes," he said very much.

"Want to watch me put it on?" I asked archly sticking the tip of my tongue out between my lips.

"What more could any sane man ask for?" he said smiling, "you don't need the knickers."

I laughed and began to dress. Basques are quite difficult to get into on your own, you have to reach right behind so having him there was quite useful, in more ways than one! He zipped up the back then sat down on the bed to watch me put on the stockings. I made it as sexy as I could, suddenly thinking that all the films or plays I'd seen it was the woman taking off stockings that was sexy. I was trying to be sexy putting them on for him. His eyes never left me all the time, devouring me and following every movement as I straightened the seams and did up the suspenders. Occasionally he would lick his lips as his desire for me grew. Finally I was dressed and wearing the bedroom slippers. I stood then and looked down at him. He wasn't soft but he wasn't fully hard either. I don't suppose he could maintain his full erection without any stimulation other than watching me, particularly as he had been hard for ages before.

He made to stand but I motioned him to remain seated. Then I stood in front of him and bent forward at the waist, my head to his penis taking as much in my mouth as I could. As before it was lovely. I could taste myself and pre-cum as I sucked and used my tongue to bring him back to full size – it didn't take long!

He stood and lifted me with him, holding me tightly and giving me a great big kiss. At the same time his hands caressed my bottom, stroking the cheeks and the valley between. I decided to play a little game with him.

"Imagine you're 13," I said, "and I'm that lady you saw all those years ago. What would you have done?"

He laughed, "Run a mile I expect. I wasn't experienced at 13 you know."

I laughed back, "I know that silly, what would you do if it were now?"

"I'd do exactly what I'm going to do to you only she probably wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I'm going to make sure you enjoy it." He began to get a bit impatient so he kissed me and turned me towards the mirrors.

"You know the position," he said gruffly, "I'll help you."

It's quite a difficult position to keep you know. It kills the back of your legs! I leant forward as he helped me and held myself up by pressing my hands on the mirror. Of course, the further down your head goes, the more your bottom sticks out, especially when wearing 3 inch high heels. He stopped me for a moment, "Hold on," he said, "I think you'll be more comfortable like this," and he got the bedroom stool and put my hands on that. I was still facing the mirror so I could see what was happening but this position was easier because my arms were taking the weight downwards not stretched out straight. So I was now bent at the waist with my bottom sticking out. He parted my legs, about 20 inches. That hurt my ankles – don't let anyone tell you this position is easy! Lastly he told me to slightly bend my legs at the knee. Ooohhh, this was cool. Bending my knees in this position had the effect of parting my bottom cheeks and exposing my tight little ring that, by the way, was almost pulsing itself in anticipation of being stretched.

I watched him looking at me in the mirror and I could almost feel the desire in his eyes as he gazed on me completely ready for him and at his mercy. He smiled, "Oh my word," he said, "but you look so wonderful. Have you any idea what this is doing to me."

"I don't know," I said, "but from the look of that lump of flesh sticking out in front, it is quite nice." Then I added, "But I'll tell you what, it's making me want you deep in my arse so stop faffing about and get that inside me!"

He laughed, "Plenty of time yet," he said as he knelt to worship at my body. Immediately I felt his tongue on the back of my vagina, licking deep inside the lips. Then upwards across my anus drawing a sharp intake of breath from me. I felt his hands, one on each cheek, and his thumbs, prising apart my cheeks even more, exposing my anus and rectum to his, almost electric, tongue. Then he was inside my, not so tight now, hole; his tongue reaching far inside and sending shocks along my rear channel, preparing it to receive the massive worshipper he had between his legs. His tongue went back to my sex but his finger started to massage KY into my ring and then inside, providing that slippery pathway to ease the purposeful entry of his lovely penis.

He must have put the KY on himself as he tongued me because the next thing I felt was the end of his erection pressed tenderly against my nether hole, begging entrance to my dark tunnel of love. I thought he would be the same as the first time like this, you know, straight in to the hilt so I sort of prepared myself to receive him that way but he had other ideas.

He pushed forward gently and the head entered me. Then he stopped savouring the feeling and, I suspect the sight, of his erection piercing the upturned heart of my bottom. The effect on me was fantastic. All the time I'd anticipated that he would fill me completely in one go, now he was slow, tender, and bloody marvellous. After a while of just looking down at himself impaled in my bottom (I could see him in the mirror) he leant forward and whispered to me, "I love you amata, that you give me this."

I could hardly speak but I managed to whisper, "More please, oh please."

He smiled softly and, his hands taking their place on my hips, he pushed forward, lodging half of that marvellous muscle in my tight back door. I came then with only half of him inside me and he must have felt me or seen me in the mirror. My rectum was squeezing him so tightly but he managed to stay his orgasm. All the while his eyes were devouring me and his sodomisation of me. Now he began to stroke in and out of my bottom and, on each forward stroke, edge a tiny bit deeper in my rectum. This became heaven to me. The forward surge of his hardness pushing apart a tiny bit more of my rear channel with each thrust until, finally, he was completely inside me. Totally and completely as his thumbs pulled my valley apart and opened my anus to allow every bit of his cock inside.

I felt stretched. My anus clinging to the base of his erection and tickled by his pubic hair. Then the release as he drew back and the rubbery ring contracted slightly as his penis decreased in circumference. Then stretched again as he was completely inside me. I could feel every bit of him, wide in places, thinner in others as my tight ring measured his girth. His strokes became steady, long and firm, moving inside me in a seemingly never ending process. Thrust, retreat, thrust, retreat. On and on, it seemed like forever; and that wasn't long enough! He leaned forward and tenderly bit the back of my neck, like a stallion with a mare, then my shoulders. His hands came to my front and grasped my boobs through the basque and his elbows locked in front of my hips. He had me now, totally his. Then he started to speed up. I must have climaxed numerous times, I forget how many, but this last was a crescendo of pleasure. I realised he was close as he pounded away, my anus and rectum now happy to receive him. Then that last thrust, deep in my bowels as his cockhead began to spill his essence, him, his cream inside me. Oh heavenly angel he'd said, this was a heavenly experience. Each spurt that hit my insides increased the power of my orgasm and he seemed to go on for ages, filling me. Filling me with pleasure.

"Oh my god," he breathed in my ear, "oh dear," as he finally pulled out from me. My legs were aching but it knew what I was going to do so I turned and knelt at his feet as he sat on the bed. I reached for his penis. I was going to clean it. To suck myself off him, give him even more pleasure but he wouldn't let me do it.

"You don't have to Lena. Come here and kiss me." So I allowed myself to be taken into his arms and I kissed him as we lay back on the bed together. I snuggled up to him as I felt his essence running from my bottom but I didn't want to move. That would have to sort itself out.

I don't know how long we lay there, we must have fallen asleep because then next thing we knew was that Jo was waking us still dressed in her basque. Seeing me dressed like that she must have guessed what happened and she smiled softly down on us.

"I see you had a good time as well," she laughed.

"Oh Jo, you wait until I tell you what he said. I must find out where it comes from. It's so lovely."

I stood and looked down at him laying on the bed. "You look knackered," I said laughing.

"I feel fucked," he said laughing back.

"Don't be silly," I said, "we're the ones who've been fucked, and very enjoyable it was too, wasn't it Jo."

"Oh shit yes," she said, "but I just came to get you. I must 'tidy up'."

I was suddenly conscious of my bottom, full of his offering, gallons it seemed like, "Yes, me too," I said as I took her hand and we skipped into the bathroom. "Well," I said when we got there, "how did you like being buggered while you had your period?"


"Oh Lena it was unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable. I've never had an orgasm so powerful, not even with Mike before. The sensations are so intense it's difficult to explain."

"Would you do it again?"

"Definitely, not again this time, but certainly next time. I wouldn't want to miss the sensation." She leant forward and whispered, why I don't know, "You know, I might even like to try it properly at my time."

"Really," I said, "Mike's done it then."

She looked shocked, "What with you?"

"Oh no," I smiled, "he told me he'd done it once." I laughed, "He said it was messy but very enjoyable and the lady went mad."

She laughed and I could see that she was thinking about it. In fact she became very fond of sex during her period. She always did it at least once. Her two men knew that they had to 'perform'; they didn't mind however, she has got a lovely bottom after all. I think she only did it a couple of times properly, she said it was to messy, but it was fantastic.

We tidied ourselves up and got dressed. I popped into the bedroom and Mike was fast asleep on the bed – we'd worn him out! I put some clothes out for him and left a little note to remind him that one of our neighbours, Karin, was coming round this evening to teach us how to make Saltimbocca. We both cooked quite a bit at the Villa, learning different dishes from our Italian neighbours. It was good fun. 

So that evening we had a lovely meal and a quiet night – he was tuckered out! He and I made love a couple of times the next week but I want to get on to tell you about the important things that happened that week then hand to Jo.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 08.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!

No sex in this one but it is important for development of what is to happen in future episodes and it does explain something very special.)

Caroline's Tale

Mike's Confession.

No sex

On Thursday afternoon of that second week at the villa we were all sitting by the pool sunbathing when the phone rang. Mike answered it and came back outside a few minutes later. There was something about him that seemed different, as if he was preoccupied but he immediately smiled at Jo and said, "That was Nardo. Guy will be here at lunchtime on Saturday. He's spending tomorrow in Milan and the factory then the evening with Nardo's friends before leaving to come here on Saturday morning."

"Oh Jo," I said smiling, "what will you do?"

Mike was looking at the both of us waiting, apparently concerned, for Jo's reply.

"I don't know," she said, "I'm sure that if he sees us both like this, (we were in our swimming costumes) he'll run a mile. He won't stay will he Mike?"

"No, I don't think he will. He'll think that Lena will tease him unmercifully and that you'll attack him like the other girl. You'll have to seduce him Jo, if you want him, but carefully." He looked at her intently, "Do you?"

"What, want him. Oh yes Mike, I do. I've been thinking all the last two weeks, since we left home in fact, trying to sort out my feelings for him. It can't be wrong Mike can it? Can it Lena? It feels so right. I dream of him every night, I think of him all the time," she looked at Mike and smiled, "except when I'm with you," she said to him.

"Jo, it is up to you. You know the issues. Do you love him?"

Mike was still watching her intently, "Yes Jo, do you love him?"

"Oh," she said sadly, "I don't know. I think I do. I feel about him like I feel about both of you but different." She looked at us both. "That doesn't make any sense does it? I don't seem to be able to make any sense of how I feel about him. Look, I think I love him but I don't suppose I'll really know until I've been with him will I? I have only met him three times after all." She looked at Mike helplessly, "Oh, it does feel right, I know it does."

He leant down and put his arms round her, "If it feels right then it is very possible that it is right. I say go for it, Lena, what about you?"

Well that was a silly question wasn't it. "Oh yes Jo, you've got to go for it. You two look right together and you won't really know until you bed him will you," I laughed.

"I think I'm going to," she said, "do you both mind?"

"Mind," Mike said with a laugh, "no of course not. Look, when he arrives on Saturday you two had better be wearing sarongs, that won't phase him too much. As we have lunch I will say that we're going into town this afternoon, why doesn't he sun himself by the pool. I'll leave some of my stuff in the spare bedroom for him. He'll think I mean that we are all going to town but you Jo will stay. Lena and I will stay out all afternoon leaving the rest up to you. How does that sound?"

Jo smiled, "I get the whole afternoon with him?"

"The whole afternoon."

"If you can't sort him out in that time you're not the Joanna I know," I said laughing.

Mike was looking at us both quite pensively now, looking from one to the other as if he was trying to decide something.

"What is it Mike," I said smiling.

"Oh nothing," he said, "nothing. Just thinking," and he smiled at me. "Let's go out for dinner tonight as a tiny celebration for Jo."

"Mmm," I said forgetting his thoughtful manner, "sounds good. Jo?"

"Yes, good idea."

So we went out for dinner. All evening however, Mike seemed preoccupied. That night he didn't sleep very well, tossing and turning and talking in his sleep; something he'd never done before. At breakfast he was the same, preoccupied, occasionally looking at us both as if trying to decide something. I must admit that I was getting quite worried. You know how I am with him, anything like this worries me so when he went out to get the morning paper I collared Jo in the kitchen.

"Jo, have you noticed Mike, he seems very preoccupied. Ever since the phone call yesterday. He hardly slept at all, tossing and turning. He was even talking in his sleep."

"Yes," she said, "he does seem to have something on his mind."

"I don't like it Jo. I don't like it when he's like this. It frightens me."

She turned to face me and took my hands in hers. "Don't worry Lena, I don't think there's anything to worry about."

"Why?" I asked suddenly thinking she knew more than I did.

"Come into the lounge," she said, "and sit down. I'll tell you what I think," she said, "but you must promise me that you won't say anything to Mike. Promise?"

Now I hate this but I knew she wouldn't tell me anything if I didn't so I nodded 'yes'.

"I think he's trying to find a way and a time to tell us something about himself, something painful but important. I also think he's going to tell us he is Guy's father."

"His father?" I said astounded.

"Yes," she said, "I think that Mike is Guy's father."

"Why, how do you know. Oh tell me Jo, tell me!" I was shocked. This was something I'd never suspected. Oh they looked a bit alike but I had no idea.

"Look Lena, I don't actually know. I said 'I think'. You see, I look at Guy differently from you Lena. I'm sure I love him, even after this short time, so when I look at Guy and Mike together I look at them both through the eyes of love, because I love them both, differently I know, but I do love them so I notice things that maybe you don't. They are so alike. Build, height, facial expressions, mannerisms, all those sort of things that he couldn't possibly have picked up from just living with Mike for a few years. And why did he live with Mike for all that time at University? Remember when they smile at you, it's the same smile isn't it?"

I had to admit that, while Guy hadn't smiled at me that often, I tease him too much, remembering when he did, it was like Mike's.

"And their eyes. They both do it. Oh, I know that Guy doesn't do it to you but he does it to me. Not the same intensity but certainly the same way."

I don't know why, fear of the past I suppose, but I didn't want to believe her. "But surely all that could come from their closeness, their living together."

"I don't think so," she said. "Anyway, there's something else."

I was getting a bit fearful now, what else in his past could threaten my future with him. "Oh please tell me Jo," I pleaded tearfully.

She became stern, taking on her 'mum' role. "Now look Lena, this isn't anything to worry about. Of that I am certain. I think that he is going to find it difficult to talk about this so he'll need your help. I'm sure he wants to tell us, it's just choosing the right time and plucking up courage. Now listen, when you first met Gianna did she grill you about how you felt about Mike?"

I tried to remember back. "Yes, she did. She sort of cornered me the first time I met the family. She asked me how I felt about him. That was early days wasn't it so I didn't really know. I can't remember what I said but it was probably that I liked him a lot."

"Is that all, did she do it again?"

"Come to think of it she did," I said. "At the party. She cornered me again and asked if I really loved him. And she asked about you, how I felt about you. Was I jealous. Funny, I didn't think anything of it. Why do you ask?"

"Well she did exactly the same to me at the party as well. Asked if I loved him, was I jealous of you, that sort of thing. She was checking us out Lena, seeing if we were genuine."

"Why?"

"I don't know really, I'm only guessing but I noticed that when they met they kissed on the lips. That's unusual isn't it?"

"Not really, they always kiss hello on the lips. Oh," I said suddenly falling in, "he doesn't kiss other women on the lips when he says hello does he?"

"No he doesn't," she said. "Another thing. They held each other close for just a little bit too long for a 'hello'. Anyway, when she had finished asking me how I felt about Mike I suddenly saw something. I said to her, 'You love him too, don't you?'. She said that she did. I asked her if he knew and she said that he did. Lena, it was the way she said it. There is a story here but I think it's a very difficult one so you must help him. I'm sure he wants to tell us, needs to really now he knows I'm going to go for it with Guy."

She knew me too well, "Lena, you mustn't say anything to him," she said sternly, "let him choose the time and place. It'll be before tomorrow anyway. He'll have to do it before Guy arrives because he won't get the chance afterwards. Remember Lena, you promised."

I did didn't I, and she was usually right wasn't she but it was so difficult. When he came back he was still preoccupied, sad even. I got more and more worried until, after lunch, I couldn't hold back any longer. When Jo was in the kitchen and mindful of my promise to her I said to him, "Mike, what's the matter. Something's wrong isn't it, is it me. Please tell me." I was being crafty really. I knew that if he thought he was hurting me it would force his hand, and it did.

He reached up, cupped my face in his hand and looked at me with sad eyes, "I'm sorry precious, you are right. I shouldn't make you worry. Will you ask Jo to come in, and bring a bottle VM Reserve. I think I'm going to need it."

I went into the kitchen. "He wants you to come in and bring a bottle," I said.

"You haven't said anything have you Lena?" she said, beginning to get angry with me.

"Oh I'm sorry Jo," I said tearfully, "I only asked him what was wrong and said he was worrying me."

"Thank god for that," she said, "what wine."

"The VM Reserve."

"Oh, then this is it I think. That's his favourite."

We made our way back into the lounge with the wine and three glasses. He motioned us to sit, me next to him.

"I'm sorry you two," he said smiling his wan smile. "I've been a bit distant since yesterday haven't I? Well, I've been trying to work up courage to tell you about a time in my past. A time of which I'm not very proud but something which you both should know." He looked at us both helplessly and his hand crept into mine and squeezed tightly. Jo was right, he was going to need me. I hoped I could be there for him.

"I don't know how to start," he said looking upwards with a bleak expression.

"Can I help," said Jo. 

He was startled, "I don't know what you mean Jo," he said.

"You're trying to figure out how to tell us something. I think it's something we already suspect, at least I do. Guy is your son isn't he?"

He looked shocked, "How did you know. Only three people know," he said. "Jo tell me."

"Is it true?" I asked him.

He took a deep breath and said in the saddest voice I ever heard from him, "Yes, it's true." He squeezed my hand tightly and I squeezed back to tell him I was there. He looked defeated, beaten. He looked at Jo again, "How did you find out?"

She smiled, "Oh I didn't 'find out', I just suspected," and she went on to tell him about how similar she thought they were and about Gianna. "I just put two and two together and came up with 44," she said. "I don't 'know' anything."

He turned to me, "Lena, did you?"

"No," I said, "I always thought he could be your son but that was just because you lived together. I had no idea." I thought it best not to say that Jo had told me all this earlier.

"He doesn't know, I suppose," said Jo.

Another deep breath, "No he doesn't. It was decided," he said with some bitterness, "that it was best he didn't know."

My heart went out to him then. He couldn't acknowledge his own son! I put my arms round him and held him tight just to let him know I loved him.

He pulled away gently. "I need to tell you the whole story. I'm not very proud of it and it's painful but you both deserve to know. Particularly as you are going to be my wife Lena, and you Jo, a potential 'daughter' as well as lover." He smiled sadly at us both, took a deep breath, and began.

"Many years ago, when Maria was about two, Silvio had to go back to Italy to deal with some complicated family business. We knew he would be gone for several months but it came out of the blue when he phoned me to say that he wasn't coming back. He'd fallen in love with a young girl and she was pregnant with his child. He asked me to look after Gianna and the children and said goodbye. Just like that.

"Well, you can imagine how I felt. He was my best friend, I was his best man. I was devastated and I had to tell Gianna. Can you imagine." He looked so sad as the memory of that time washed over him.

"Well," he continued, "I should tell you that when she was your age Gianna was an extremely beautiful woman. The two children had had little effect on her figure and her personality then was no different to that now although she was more quiet and withdrawn. Of course I'd always liked her, we were friends and she was married to my best friend. Now however, I had to tell her about Silvio and look after her. The inevitable happened. 

"When I told her, as gently as I could, she completely broke down and ended up crying in my arms." He looked at me, "Lena I couldn't help it. I didn't want to it just happened. She was so vulnerable, so lovely, so available!"

I squeezed his hand to show I understood.

"I fell in love with her then, totally, completely, absolutely in love. Unfortunately it was also a totally selfish and possessive love," he added bitterly.

"I had to arrange for the small café they had to be sold and to buy a house for Gianna and the kids. They had no money so I had to support them. Luckily I've always been fairly well off so I could afford to. So I saw a lot of her. By now I was besotted and virtually ignoring my wife Patricia and my kids. Gianna didn't seem to fall in love with me so quickly or so completely. She was still loyal to Silvio despite his desertion of her. It's her religion and culture I suppose but, after a while she gave in, as it were, and we became lovers. It was marvellous, I couldn't get enough of her. I was living two lives you see, at home with Patricia my marriage was floundering. Oh I didn't care, I had Gianna didn't I? I neglected my daughters and my wife. I was intoxicated with Gianna, she was like a drug.

"But after about nine months this wasn't enough for me. I wanted more, to possess her, to call her mine, so I told Patricia that I wanted a divorce and I asked Gianna to marry me. Stupid really, Gianna was mine really – she loved me you see but that wasn't enough for me. I should have known better. She refused of course, she was still married to Silvio, there was no such thing as divorce for her, no matter what he did. I was furious but I needed her so, so much. I needed a fix of the drug." He looked beaten, forlorn as he revisited his feelings.

"I formulated a plan. To force her to marry me, or so I thought. Birth control was up to me wasn't it, with her catholic background, so I purposefully made her pregnant hoping she would change her mind. All it did was to make her feel guilty and me seem like a pathetic wretch.

"As you've guessed the baby was Guy. She refused to acknowledge me on the birth certificate entering Silvio's name and, afterwards she refused to have sex with me because she said I would get her pregnant again. That's why I had the vasectomy, it was the only way I could prove how much I wanted her. Thankfully, or perhaps not as the case may be, she still loved me and our relationship went on for almost three years. Years during which my behaviour towards Patricia and my kids was despicable. She had refused the divorce in the first place and stuck by the children and me I suppose, although I was a worthless case then." His self disgust was evident as he spoke of that time.

"Then the thunderbolt out of the blue. Silvio rang. His love and his daughter had been killed in a car accident and he believed that it was God's judgement on him for leaving Gianna so he wanted to come back and he wanted me to ask her."

He looked at me with eyes full of pain. "Can you imagine that Lena, he was asking me to go to the woman I loved more than anything and ask her if she would take him back. You see," he seemed devastated by the memory, almost in tears, "I knew she would. Not out of love, she loved me, but out of duty. Oh Lena, Lena I didn't know what to do."

He was almost distraught as the memory of all those years ago flooded into him. How must he have felt then, I can't imagine. The only problem was, I was jealous of her. Can you believe it, jealous of a love 25 years old. Jo saved the day. She came over and knelt before him.

"Mike," she said, "you don't have to go through this you know. It's enough we know you're Guy's father," and she took his hand in hers.

"You need to know and I need to tell you, to tell you both," he added looking at me. He knew, he knew I was jealous of Gianna then.

He carried on, "I had to ask her. God, I didn't want to. I knew what she'd say and she did, she took him back. I raged, I shouted, I accused her of not loving me but she was adamant. Then I had to bloody arrange it. She had to tell him about us but he didn't hold it against her. How could he, he'd abandoned her. He didn't hold it against me either. I'd looked after her and his children for nearly four years and almost destroyed myself in the process. He vowed to treat Guy as his own and he has all these years. And I watch my son call someone else father." He was crying now, crying for a lost son. I wasn't jealous any more, I loved him how could I be jealous. I held him tightly to me and shushed him like a baby but he wasn't finished.

"Lena, I had to watch them together. I knew he was making love to her, the woman I loved. Oh how it hurt, it was destroying me. I started drinking, staying out. Poor Patricia and my kids. Then the final humiliation, she was pregnant. I suppose I could take the fact that he was sleeping with her and deal with it with a bottle, but now she was pregnant. I still loved her you see, despite her returning to him. I loved her so desperately, even more so I suspect, because I knew I couldn't have her. I think I went into a sort of 'walkabout' mode. I got in the car and just drove. I didn't tell anybody, I just left. I don't know where I went. I'd stop at a Little Chef or some hotel to eat or to sleep. If I needed clothes I bought them. Days passed, I don't know how many and I don't really remember where I went. Patricia told me afterwards I'd been gone for 12 days.

"Well I ended up in the Lake District. I was sitting in the car in a car park overlooking Derwent Water. It was just right you see. I could drive the car off the edge and 100 feet into the lake."

"Oh Mike," I said as I squeezed his hand. I reached for him again and I kissed him hard to let him know I was there. Jo was still kneeling at his feet holding his other hand.

"It was the only way out as far as I could see," he said in that stony voice that signalled the pain of the memory. "If I killed myself I wouldn't have to face the fact that she was gone from me. The pain would go away. I wouldn't have to face Patricia or the kids. It was the way I could avoid all my responsibilities." He looked at us both one to the other, "I think it's the lowest I've ever been in my life. I would have done it too, I was ready."

I squeezed his hand again trying to tell him I was glad he didn't. I couldn't speak, the power of his 'confession' was gripping me as well. I was living this with him. I loved him you see.

"Anyway, I didn't do it. I didn't have the courage." he smiled a streak of gallows humour, "As I sat there I realised what a pathetic wretch I had turned into. Every thought in my head was 'I'. What about other people, how did they feel. What effect would my killing myself have on them. I realised that I had been totally and completely selfish. Everything I did to Gianna, making her pregnant, trying to force her to marry me, the vasectomy, was for ME. I hadn't thought of her at all, what she wanted. And Patricia who'd stood by me despite the way I treated her, despite asking for a divorce. And my kids, poor Belinda who was most affected never really got over it. Throughout the whole time I hadn't thought of anybody except myself."




Caroline Ch. 08.03



He looked at me with his eyes full of pain, "Love can be destructive," he said, "and my love for Gianna was like that. Possessive, selfish, and destructive."

He took a deep breath and a couple of sips of wine to compose himself. This was difficult for him, I could tell. Now I knew why he was like he was. He'd been through all this and that had made him into the caring individual that he was. His love for me wasn't possessive, wasn't selfish, and it certainly wasn't destructive. His love built fantastic relationships.

I smiled at him, showing him how much I loved him and he seemed to gather strength to carry on.

"I decided that I must try and put things right. Do what I could. Of course I didn't know that my disappearing for nearly a fortnight had shown Silvio how much I cared for Gianna nor how much Patricia still cared for me. I drove to a phone box and phoned Patricia asking if I could see her and talk things over. She said yes, bless her, and arranged for the kids to stay with her mother for a few days so we could talk. I got home late that evening and we spent most of the night just talking, trying to patch up our relationship. Oh Lena, I'd been a bastard to her but she took me back. I couldn't believe it really, but she did. She seemed to understand how I felt about Gianna. We had another 12 years together. Oh it wasn't quite the same, our marriage became much more open and she had a couple of liaisons, but generally we were happy and managed to bring the kids up OK. Then she found this bloke, as I told you, and it ended. I didn't blame her at all so it was pretty friendly.

"I had to see Gianna as well. To make my peace with her and," he began to cry gently as the power of the memory overcame him, "to say goodbye to my love for her. So I spoke to Silvio. Now he realised how much his coming back had cost me, he didn't mind me speaking with Gianna alone. I told her how sorry I was for the way I treated her and I told her that I still loved her but that, now, I had to put that love behind me. I remember her holding both my hands," he looked at us both again by now having regained his control, "like you two now and telling me that she loved me still and would always love me. She asked me to forgive her for going back to Silvio, it was her duty. Of course I forgave her. I realised that my love for her was changing, I was thinking of her now, not myself. I wanted her to be happy with Silvio and I told her so. I said I would love her for always," he looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry Lena, my love for her is just a memory buried away inside my mind, I love you now, only you; totally and completely." 

He turned to Jo, "I love you as well," he said smiling at her, "you know that don't you but not the same as Lena." Again he looked at us both, "You do understand don't you?"

I was sniffling by now, sad at the story he had told us. I began to realise how he had become what he was. What pain he had to endure to get where he was today.

"Don't cry," he said softly stroking my cheek, "it's all in the past now. I'm glad I've told you." He looked anxiously at me, "It doesn't change anything does it?"

"Change anything? No of course it doesn't. I love you so how could it change anything. Thank you for telling me, us. It must have cost a lot."

"It's a painful memory," he said. "Thankfully, with the help of Patricia, Silvio and Gianna, I have been able to put it behind me. My only real regret is that I can't acknowledge Guy. Gianna is firm on that. She felt that telling him who his real father is would undermine Silvio with the rest of the children. I don't know, maybe she's right. I think that Bernardo suspects something. He was a bright 10 year old when Silvio returned so he must have noticed something. I don't know."

"Will he ever know," I asked.

"I don't know. Possibly if anything happened to Silvio Gianna might consent to him knowing, I don't know. To a certain extent I think she's a bit ashamed, you know, of having an affair."

"She certainly shouldn't be," said Jo stiffly. "Silvio abandoned her didn't he?"

"Yes he did but you must understand her background. She came from a traditional Italian family, brought up religiously. Duty is all, you see and once married, always married, so she had difficulty with it all. Particularly when he returned. For these reasons I think she did feel guilty about our relationship and the fact that she still loved me. Having had a child by me as well just added to the problem. I don't think she would want to admit it to her other children."

"But it's not fair," I said tearfully. "Oh I know you were selfish but he is your son isn't he?"

He smiled his wan smile, "I learnt a long time ago, precious, that life isn't fair. At least I got to see some of his growing up. Silvio has always been considerate in that respect. I think he understood how much Guy meant to me and, in a way, he was grateful for me looking after Gianna and his children. I know he felt terribly guilty about it all. At least we remained good friends."

Jo suddenly looked at him, "That's why you had to go through everything with Maria isn't it? Because Gianna would know?"

"Yes," he smiled, "she would have realised that Maria had never seen me unless I told her."

"Hang on," I said, "she knew you had a vasectomy. How did you get round that?"

Again that sad smile, "I lied. I told her I had it reversed because Patricia and I wanted another child when we got back together. Oh I don't think she believed me for one minute but she had no other candidate did she?" He took a deep breath, "I've been very lucky," he said sadly, "the women in my life have been marvellous. I don't know where I'd be without them. Without you."

He was obviously feeling low now about himself after telling us his story and I thought he needed cheering up. "Look Mike, it might just be you, you know. Patricia might have taken you back because you were man enough to admit how wrong you were, Gianna might have loved you because you looked after her and her children. I love you because you are you, kind, honest, thoughtful and completely unselfish. Jo?"

She smiled at him, "Yes, I love you because you are a nice person and because you love Lena in the way you do. You mustn't berate yourself you know." She knelt up to his face and kissed him, holding him tightly. "You paid for what you did didn't you and you're still paying aren't you? So don't feel bad. We both love you."

He held his arms open and we both went to his embrace as he held us so tightly. His emotions were almost palpable, bringing me close to tears. Then he kissed us both. "Thank you both," he said, "for listening and for being you," and he kissed us both and everything seemed to be all right.

"Now," he said getting hold of himself, "I'm glad that's done. Perhaps I can relax now. Shall we eat out again tonight, I rather fancy that place on the corner in the town?"

We both agreed and he was back to normal!

So Friday evening went quite well and that night we all slept together. Nothing happened for several reasons. I just wanted to hold him and I think he wanted the same. Jo wanted to hold him as well and she was, of course, saving herself for Saturday. As the next few days are really Jo's story I'll hand over to her to tell you all about them.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 09.01



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!

A longish chapter but, hopefully, enjoyable as Jo has her way with Guy.)

Joanna's Tale, 06:

Joanna seduces Guy and

learns that he knows about his father.

Before I talk about Saturday and Guy I'll just say a few words about Mike's confession yesterday. I wasn't surprised when he admitted that Guy was his son but I was surprised that he told us. In the end I suppose he had to get it off his mind if I was really serious about Guy, and I was, and am.

I was surprised however, by him telling us about Gianna and how he behaved. It's easy to see now, how he has become the man he is. It's almost impossible to imagine him acting so selfishly because he is so unselfish now. It proves, I suppose, that we can learn from our mistakes. I was worried though, about how Lena would react. You know how silly she is about losing him and I could see that she was beginning to get jealous of Gianna. I know it's silly, to be jealous of a 25 year old love but that's what she's like. She worries so much that she will lose him to the past. I think she sees his past as a great big anchor dragging him away from her but I'm sure that's not so. I told her later to stop worrying about it.

"Lena," I said as we were getting ready for dinner that evening and she was musing about Gianna, "of course he doesn't love her like that any more. How would he be able to stand it? It's as if he knew you were with me but he couldn't have you any more, it would destroy him now just as it nearly destroyed him then. I think he just has the memory of his love for her."

"Yes," she said deep in her self doubt, "but he told us that she said she'd love him for always. You saw the way they kissed and held each other. What if he does love her like that?"

"Lena, I am going to get very annoyed with you in a minute. It was hard for him to open himself to us both like that and the only reward from you is to doubt his love!" I decided I would have to be blunt with her. "He talked about his love for her being possessive, selfish, and destructive. Be careful Lena that your love for him doesn't become the same."

She looked shocked, "Oh I'm not am I Jo. Please tell me I'm not." She began to cry. 

"No," I said gently to her, "you're not but you could be. Lena, Lena, he loves you with a love that knows no bounds. You don't honestly think he could still harbour that kind of feeling for Gianna do you? How would he ever hide it. You've seen them together. Of course he is fond of her, he probably still fancies her after all, but he doesn't love her any more. Buried deep down inside of him is just the memory of his love. He has to hold on to that doesn't he but that won't affect how he feels about you.

"You've got to stop this Lena. He has a long past and many things have happened to him I expect. In a way you should be thankful for those experiences because they make him what he is today, kind, considerate, thoughtful, unselfish and totally in love with you in that way. You're not jealous of me are you?" I asked changing tack.

She looked rather shamefaced, "No, I'm not jealous of you. Not at all."

"Well then, stop being so silly and trust his love for you. I told you before Lena, you can't keep going on like this, constantly distrusting him every time you find out something about his past. You already know about some of his previous lady friends, Nerys and Sarah for example. He sees them all the time doesn't he? That doesn't bother you and after all he was married for years. Come on Lena, snap out of it and stop doubting him."

"I'm not like that am I," she said sniffling, "I'm not selfish and destructive am I?"

"No, I just told you you're not, but your love could become like that if you don't trust him and his love. You'll be forever questioning him about how he feels about you and sooner or later he'll wonder why you don't trust his love. Please Lena, for yourself, for Mike and for me, stop doing this."

She was gently crying now, "Jo, you know why I'm like this. I try, I do try, but I am so frightened of losing him. Oh god I wish we were married and I was carrying his baby."

I cuddled her to me. I did know why she was like this. He was not only her lover, but her father figure and the rock that stabilised her life now. She had me but now she had him and she couldn't bear that to disappear. I felt sorry for her then and I knew I'd have to keep a close eye on her until the wedding. I was sure that once she got that gold band on she would be OK.

"Come on Lena, stop crying. He needs you to be strong. This afternoon was difficult for him. Dredging up those powerful memories from all that time ago. Dry your eyes and let's get dressed."

"I'm sorry Jo. I will try, I promise."

"I know you will," I said but I wasn't going to hold my breath just hope that he would understand.

So Saturday arrived! 

I didn't sleep very much on Friday night I must admit. I think we were all restless. Mike recovering from the emotional experience of the afternoon, Lena with worry despite what I'd said to her, and me thinking about Guy and how I would behave.

I was sure that he wouldn't stay if he realised he would be around me and Lena in our swimming costumes. I was also sure that he wanted me, wanted me like that. When we kissed goodbye after our meal that Thursday evening it felt as if he wanted me so I thought he would be embarrassed as well, unable to control himself. He would also be terrified that I was going to 'attack' him, not to mention the possibility of Lena teasing him. Particularly as I thought he fancied her as well.

I remember Lena telling me that Mike thought he had only been with a couple of girls. I didn't think he'd ever been with a woman. I would be his first and I was determined to be so! I knew however, that I'd have to be careful. If he had the slightest idea that I was going to make love to him I think he would probably go into his shell so I had to ensure that he made the running. That was going to be difficult for two reasons.

I would be hot, very hot, so close to having him. I'd actually been dreaming about him having me nearly every night and that dream I had before we came away with him and Mike was pretty fresh in my mind. That would make it difficult to keep cool and to keep off him! The other problem was that he might not really be aware of how to seduce a woman; how to go about bedding me! I was pretty sure he knew what sex was all about. Lena told me that Maria had watched her brothers' videos and DVD's and looked at their magazines so he must have as well. I didn't think he was that naïve. Mike must have spoken to him about sex as well but he probably didn't have the confidence when faced with a real woman. It's all right looking in the magazines and everything but they don't show you how to get to that position do they! Once he got in that position nature would take over wouldn't it, it was getting there that was the problem.

So, you see, I'd spent the past two weeks thinking about this. I was quite happy therefore, when Mike suggested that he and Lena go out for the afternoon. I realised that I would just have to play it by ear and go at his pace, provided he didn't run away completely!

Saturday morning seemed to drag, the wait was interminable. Lena was very good. She didn't tease me at all, nor did Mike. They could both see how up tight I was waiting for him and they sort of looked after me. 

When I heard a car draw up at the back my heart began beating so fast and so loud I was sure Lena would hear it. And butterflies! Every butterfly in Italy was dancing in my tummy. Mike went down to see who it was and Lena came over and cuddled me.

"Calm down," she said smiling, "I'm sure everything will be ok. Now come on, let's get these sarongs on and cover ourselves up." So we did and waited for Mike to return.

Sure enough it was Guy. He was just as handsome as I remembered, hair astray as it always seemed to be. My heart beat even faster if that was possible. He looked at me, those eyes, Mike's eyes, "Hello Joanna," he said smiling.

I walked up to him and kissed him on the mouth. Only gently and he didn't seem to be bothered by it, "Hello yourself," I said smiling warmly at him. He smiled back, a warm welcoming smile that melted my heart.

Then Lena walked over to him and I could see his nervousness return. She did look lovely, so did I as a matter of fact. I'd taken special care! I think that he thought she was going to embarrass him again but she didn't. She just pecked him on the cheek and said, "Hello Guy, it's nice to see you again, isn't it Jo?"

I smiled at her. I knew what she was doing. "Yes, very nice," I said smiling at him again, "very nice indeed."

He seemed a little embarrassed at all this female attention and Mike noticed straight away. "Come on Guy, I'll show you around while our nymphets get lunch ready. You've got the spare bedroom by the way, you are staying for a few days aren't you?" Oh crafty, I thought. He can't really refuse now can he but he did wriggle.

"I don't know uncle. Nardo said I had a lot to do in Milan so I really should get back. And I haven't got any clothes."

"Don't worry about clothes," said Mike, "I've got tons here and most will fit you. I've put some in the spare bedroom. We'll speak to Nardo tonight. I'll show you around." Off they went and Lena and I went into the kitchen. Everything was ready there, it was just a matter of putting it out.

"He seems a bit more confident with you," said Lena. "He didn't blush or anything when you kissed him."

"Oh I hope he is. This afternoon is going to be so difficult."

She laughed, "But you will enjoy it, I know. You promise to tell me everything, promise, everything."

I laughed back at her, "I hope I've got something to tell you," I said, "but yes, I will tell you. Thank you for not teasing him just now."

"I'm not going to tease him any more," she said then she winked at me. "Next time I kiss him like before he will respond!"

I laughed again, "Lena you are a minx just like Mike says." Then seriously, "I am worried though Lena. What if he isn't like that, you know, if he's possessive, doesn't want to share."

"You'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it," she said. "I think you need to bed him a few times first. Get him properly in love with you. I think he does you know. He looks at you like that and I see what you mean about Mike and him. They do don't they?"

"Do you really. Oh I hope so. Yes, they are alike aren't they. Lena, I'm so excited."

She smiled softly at me, "It will be all right, I know it will. Let's get lunch out."

We had lunch by the pool. It went well. Mike was the centre of conversation, keeping Guy involved. I noticed he kept on ensuring that Guy noticed me by drawing us both into a conversation, discussing something with each other. I spent most of the time just looking at Guy when he wasn't looking at me. I didn't eat very much I must admit, I wasn't hungry: not for food anyway.

Near the end Mike set his trap. "Look Guy, we're going into Stresa this afternoon why don't you have a dip in the pool and sunbathe, eh? I've put some trunks in the spare room."

He look round the table and saw no threat so he said, "Thanks uncle, that'll be nice." He swallowed the bait hook, line, and sinker!

The meal ended and Lena and I cleared up. Mike chatted with Guy until we had finished, keeping him too busy to change. Then, when Lena signalled she was ready, he ushered Guy into the spare bedroom.

"We're off now," he said, "see you later," he shouted through the doorway then he winked and smiled at me. "All yours," he whispered quietly, "come on Lena," and off they went.

I sat on the settee in the lounge. Guy would have to come through the lounge to get to the pool and I'd 'ambush' him there. A few minutes later he came into the lounge. He didn't see me at first then I turned to look over the back of the sofa and said, "Hi there Guy, I'll come and join you."

His face registered a number of emotions. If it hadn't been so serious it would have been funny, indeed we did laugh about it later. First was surprise, followed quickly by embarrassment, then fear.

"Errrr. I thought you were going into town," he managed to blurt out.

Remaining completely nonplussed I replied, "No? Only Mike and Lena." He was wearing a pair of Mike's trunks, a bit like boxer shorts but for swimming and he was clutching a very large bath towel which he now quickly wrapped round his waist.

"Errrrmmm, I'm sorry Jo, I thought you'd gone as well," he stuttered.

"No, I'm happy sunbathing. Why are you sorry?"

He was completely confused now, realising I think, that he might have said the wrong thing. I felt sorry for him, amongst other things!

"Come and sit down for a minute and talk to me," I said in my non sexiest voice. Gingerly he sat in the other settee. I decided to tease him just a little to try and break the ice, relax him a little bit but I would have to be careful.

I smiled at him, "Bernardo said you'd told him about me."

He looked embarrassed, "I told him not to say anything, I'm sorry. Oh, I keep saying that don't I," he smiled wanly just like his father I thought.

"He said you told him I had a figure to die for but he wouldn't go into detail. What did you tell him?" I softened the effect of the question with a big smile and I think that he realised I was just teasing him although he still blushed red.

"Oh Joanna, this time I am really sorry."

I laughed, "Guy," I said fixing him with my gaze, "I don't mind. I don't mind that you told him I was your girlfriend either."

"He didn't, did he. Oh dear, I told him not to. I'm sorry, bugger!"

Now I had to press this, "What are you sorry about, that he told me or that you told him I'm your girlfriend." This made him think and forced his hand really.

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what?" knowing full well what he meant.

"Mind that I said you were my girlfriend."

"Do you want me to be?" I asked smiling at him.

I could see him gathering himself for what he thought would be a difficult time. Little did he know.

He looked up at me, eyes wide open, literally and emotionally, "Yes," was all he said but he said it with such a depth of feeling that it frightened me a little bit.

"That's all right then because I want you to be my boyfriend: will you?"

This seemed to startle him. I don't think he had worked out that if I was his girlfriend, he was my boyfriend. "Well?" I said.

He smiled his lovely smile, "Oh yes," he said, "I will."

"Don't boyfriends usually sit next to girlfriends?" I asked coyly. He looked worried at this. He would have to sit next to me now wouldn't he. "Come on," I said, "don't you want to?" I was trying to make him move towards me. I thought that if I moved towards him he might be frightened off. I also thought that he wanted me, he was making sure that his groin was covered by the towel!

He took a deep breath, gathering courage I suspect, came over and sat next to me; making sure that the towel didn't reveal anything.

"That's better," I said. "Are you glad I didn't go into town." I gave him my totally innocent look, wide eyes, looking up at him through my lashes. He didn't stand a chance did he?

He was a bit stiff (and I don't mean like that!!), holding himself in check so I touched his arm, "Well, are you?"

He relaxed a bit, "Yes, I am." Then a deep sigh, "Oh Joanna, I'm sorry. I've never had a girlfriend before. Well, not a girlfriend like you."

Mmm I thought. What does that mean. "What do you mean, 'a girlfriend like me'?"

"Well, errrrmmm, beautiful," he said looking at me with those eyes.

"Am I?" coyly. Cow!!

"Yes, very."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Mmm," he nodded his head shyly.

"Go on then. I know you know how. You've done it before."

He smiled gaining some confidence as he leant forward and our lips met. Oh dear. It was all I could do to control myself but I had to. He had to put his arms around me first. I put everything into that kiss and slowly his arms came round me as nature took it's course. It was heavenly, particularly and he was naked from the waist up and I only had my bikini top on. He must have felt my nipples, they were as hard as peanuts, same size as well! I suddenly wished they were like Lena's, he wouldn't miss those.

The kiss went on for quite a long time before we broke apart, for breath really, I certainly didn't want to stop.

I smiled at him, "There, that wasn't so bad was it?" Now he was really embarrassed – I could see the bulge under the towel.

"Errrr, I'd better go and get dressed," he said giving me the opening I needed.

"Why?"

"Errrr, Errrr. I'm sorry Jo, I shouldn't." Poor boy (man but he was like a boy wasn't he). He was digging his own hole.

"Shouldn't what?"

He looked down unable to meet my gaze and blushed so red he looked like a beetroot. I felt sorry for him so I put him out of his misery.

"You mean that," I said nodding down towards his waist. "You don't have to be sorry about that. It's what happens to boys when they kiss their girlfriends like that." Now the crunch point. "You want me don't you, you know, like that?"

He looked at me as if I'd stabbed him with a knife. Oh hell, careful, careful. I touched his arm. "Look, I am not going to attack you, do you hear me. I'm not like her. She was silly girl, I'm a woman. You don't have to be frightened of me." Then I thought of a way to ease him forward. "Did you dream about me?"

He nodded, "Yes, often."

"Naughty dreams?" I smiled to soften the power of the question. "I don't mind. I did about you."

He smiled at my admission. "Yes," he said taking a deep breath as if moved by the memory, "naughty."

"Good," I said, "you don't have to dream now, I'm here. I'm really here but it can be your dream so I can't attack you can I, it's your dream. Where were we in your dream?"

"In bed."

"Do you want to go there, in your dream remember. You'll have to take me there if you want your dream to continue." I think he got the message now. I was telling him he was in charge, he could do what he wanted. "The bedroom's upstairs, do you want me to go there with you?"

He took a very deep breath, looked down at me, nodded then he bloody picked me up and carried me!

"I dreamed of this," he said, "is it all right?" he asked nervously

Oh fucking hell, of course it is, oh shit this was impossible. How the hell can I keep my hands off him? As calmly as I could I said, "Of course, it's your dream isn't it." So he carried me upstairs, my head resting on his shoulder. He went to go into the spare bedroom but I whispered in his ear, "That's my bedroom there," pointing to the second bedroom, "it's got a double bed." I was just wallowing in the feel of him, his closeness and his maleness.

"Oh," he said simply and changed course.

I opened the door and he put me down on the bed. Then he realised his problem. He had no towel to cover his 'embarrassment' it must have fallen off. And boy, was he embarrassed! He blushed again, almost all of his body reddening as he realised his position. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry Jo, I shouldn't," and he turned to go.

"Come here and lay next to me," I said, "that's what you do in your dream isn't it?" He nodded still embarrassed. 

"And you're like that in your dream aren't you?" Again he nodded. "Then it's all right isn't it," and I gave him my biggest, still non sexy, smile.

He gathered himself emotionally and laid down beside me. Relief flowed through my body. I'd got him this far and he was still OK. And, you know, he was just the same as Mike, leaning on one elbow looking down at me – where did he learn that?




Caroline Ch. 09.01



"What do you do next in your dream?" I asked gazing into his eyes and almost willing his answer.

"I kiss you and touch you," he said shyly.

"Where do you touch me?" waiting on his reply, holding my breath.

"There," he said nodding down at my boobs.

"Do you want to?"

"Oh yes, very much," he said taking a deep breath.

"You can if you want to, it is your dream after all."

I felt his hand moving across my neck and shoulder then downwards towards my boobs. His touch was electric, sending shivers up and down my spine. Then he was at my boobs, gently cupping one then the other tentatively over my bikini top.

"You can take it off if you like," I whispered softly in his ear. "Am I naked in your dream?"

Another deep breath and his eyes fixed upon mine. "Yes," he barely managed to say as he continued to gently cup my boobs with his hand and stroke the bare flesh he could find.

I reached up and unhooked the tiny catch between my boobs and said, "It's off now."

He moved the cloth away and his hand covered my breast. I could feel his palm on my nipple which was now as hard as iron. He stroked my breasts, first one then the other. "Oh Joanna, they're beautiful, so beautiful."

"Better than your dream?"

"Oh yes, yes. Joanna?" he said looking shamefaced, "can I kiss them?"

Oh shit yes!! "Mmm, if you want too. Is that in your dream as well?

"Yes."

"Then do what you did in your dream."

His head moved down to my breasts and his mouth covered one of my nipples. He began to suck, surprisingly gentle for one so inexperienced. As he sucked one hand wandered over the other breast, stroking, squeezing and gently pinching the nipple. His other hand massaged the underneath of the breast he was sucking. It was heaven and I was beginning to get very excited. I couldn't help wondering however, where he had learned his gentleness. Most young blokes I'd been with grabbed my tits as if they were going to disappear and squeezed really hard. They sucked hard and they bit hard, he wasn't like that and I was surprised but extremely pleased.

I was staying absolutely still while he did this. It was bloody difficult but I didn't want to frighten him off. Unfortunately he thought he wasn't very effective. He lifted his head and looked at me. "I'm sorry," he said sadly, "I've never done this before; I'm not very good."

I smiled up at him, a soft warm supportive smile that tried to say 'you're doing fine'. Then I said, "Neither have I."

He looked surprised, "But . . ."

"Neither have I with you." Then he smiled. "But you're doing fine. It's nice. You can carry on if you want to, do you?"

"Oh yes," he said throatily as he bent his head back to my boobs. For ages he paid homage to me there. With his mouth he kissed, he sucked, he licked each breast, seeming to want to cover the whole area with his tongue, to taste me. He paid particular attention to my areoles, licking all around my nipple. Instinctively I suppose, he seemed to understand the need to be gentle; to stimulate rather that abuse. I had an orgasm while he was kissing me there, controlled I will admit. I didn't think he was ready for my full orgasm just yet!

He hands continued to wander over both breasts as well, stroking and gently massaging. Seeming to want to explore the feeling of my flesh in his hands. His fingers were soft and tender bringing me intense pleasure as he discovered the sensation of my flesh against his. I wanted to move on now, however, so I pulled his head back level with mine. "Don't you kiss me in your dream?" I asked with a very small pout.

He smiled, "All over," he said then blushed as he realised what he had said.

"Now there's a thought," I said as I pulled his lips to mine. Not yet, he wasn't ready for that! I was very wet now and I felt it was time to see if he would actually make love to me properly. How he had not cum yet I didn't know. I suppose he had some of his father's control even at this early stage of his sexual experience.

"You said I was naked in your dream, were you naked as well?"

Again he blushed and looked away, "Yes," he whispered almost frightened to say.

"Take your trunks off then," I said, "I'll take my bottoms off."

This was the crunch time wasn't it. All through his attention to my boobs I could feel his penis on my leg. Sometimes digging in, sometimes just laying there. All the time it was hard. I judged it around the same size as Mikes but I wouldn't really know until I had it inside me, and I couldn't wait. Now though he would feel flesh against flesh. There was no turning back now for him, he either did it of failed so I had to make sure that he did even if, as I suspected he would, he came quickly.

He took a deep breath and swallowed then he reached down and eased his trunks off. I reached down and slid my bikini bottoms down, using my foot to pull it off. I laid back down and reached for him and he came to me, kissing me full on the lips with undisguised passion. I hoped the 'male' was taking over now – if so he couldn't fail.

"If you make love to me in your dream, you can make love to me now. I'm here."

With his face inches away from mine he whispered, "I've never done it before, I don't know what to do." I smiled because as he said this his penis was laying in my pussy hair. 

"It comes pretty naturally," I said as I opened my legs. "Move on top of me but take your weight on your arms." He might as well begin as I meant him to go on. I hate being crushed, well only when I want to be! "Get between my legs. See, it's easy," and I smiled at him.

"Now I'll just point you in the right place," I said as I reached down and placed the head of his, very hard, erection at the entrance to my pussy. "Now you just push forward." I have to admit that, at this point I felt like a car being revved as hard as it could go with the brakes on. I wanted him so much, to feel him deep inside me. To possess him, to own him. I had no doubt now that I was falling in love with him and him inside me would make the feeling complete. No such luck however. As the head of his penis entered just inside me he let out a loud, "Oh god, oh god, oh hell," and he pulled back and started to cum. Now, although this wasn't entirely unexpected, it was bloody frustrating.

As the cum flowed he pulled right away from me and most of it went on the bedclothes. He was distraught. "Oh Joanna, I'm so sorry, so sorry." Then the self doubt set in. "I told you I was no bloody good. I can't do it Jo, I'm sorry, but I can't." He sat up on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. My heart went out to him so I crawled across and put my arms round him. I kissed his neck and stroked his shoulders.

"Don't be silly," I said, "of course you can do it." He looked up. "You did it didn't you? All that happened was that you got a bit excited. That's a complement to me. You liked me so much you couldn't stop yourself. It's nice." I had to lie to him, I was bloody frustrated but he had to think it was all right, at least this time. "Look Guy there's nothing wrong with you. Was that the first time, you know, with a girl?"

He nodded.

"It's not surprising then, is it, that you have a bit of trouble holding on." He nodded again.

"It's just, well, I wanted to be good for you. In my dream it's good for you as well. Mike always says it's better for you it it's good for the other person as well." Dear sweet Mike, he'd been grooming Guy for his first sexual experience. That's why he was so tender and caring. "I bet he doesn't do that does he?"

Ooohhh, danger area here, be careful but be truthful. "No, he doesn't but then he's had just a bit more experience than you and next time, you won't either."

"Next time," he said looking at me forlornly, "surely you won't want to go with me after that."

"Oh you poor man, of course I want to." I took his head in may hands and looked deep into his eyes. "I want you," I said, "I want you more than anything. I think I'm in love with you, you silly man. Don't you understand that?"

His eyes widened and he held me tightly to him then he pulled away again, "Really," he said his eyes wide in amazement.

"Yes you silly man, really. That's what happens sometimes with girlfriends and boyfriends, sometimes they fall in love." Now my heart was pumping but I was holding my breath. I'd told him how I felt, I didn't mean to really but you know how it is, but now what would he say, did he even like me, let alone love me.

"Joanna, I've been dreaming of you saying that to me since the night we met. I fell in love with you then but I thought I had no chance with a sophisticated lady like you. I'm just a shy boy really. I know I'm 24 but I haven't got any experience with women. I couldn't hope to please you the way my father, errr, Mike does." 

WHAT!!! Oh hell, ignore it for now, sort it out later. HE KNOWS!!!

"Silly," I said barely able to say anything after he said this. Did he even realise he'd said it, perhaps, I don't know. "If you love someone it doesn't matter. You please me by just being here, next to me, holding me, kissing me. You'll learn to make love me just as Mike does and you'll be better because I love you in a different way to the way I love Mike. I think you are my true love," I said kissing his neck and nibbling his ear. "Now are you going to stop being silly and tell me that you love me, or don't you?" I asked coyly.

"I think I do," he said turning and taking my head in his hands, "I can't sleep thinking about you," I smiled and looked down. "No," he laughed relaxing now, "not like that. Just thinking about you, your face, your hair, your eyes, oh everything about you. When I see you my heart pounds so loudly and I get butterflies in my tummy. And I'm frightened. Oh not of you but of how I feel, it's so strong. I've missed you since you left to come here but I've been frightened of seeing you again."

"Oh Guy, why?"

"Because you may not like me that much. I thought you did like me but I didn't know whether you, oh you know, whether you wanted me as much as I want you."

"You can say it, you know, it doesn't hurt."

He looked deep into my eyes and I could see, and feel, his confidence growing as he realised how I felt about him, "I do love you," he said with so much feeling, "and I never want to let you go."

I threw my arms around him and held him close. Unfortunately I started to cry and this worried him. "What's the matter Jo?"

"Nothing," I whispered, "nothing at all. I love you too and I want you to stay with me forever."

So we sat there on the bed holding each other. For the moment thoughts of sex had left my mind. I was just happy to hold him and to know that he loved me. After a little while we lay back on the bed together, still holding each other. By now I was beginning to feel hot again so I whispered in his ear, "If you want to, you can kiss me again."

I think that telling him I loved him had given him the confidence he needed to overcome the first problem, he knew that I wanted him again. It wasn't long before his lips sought out mine and we kissed passionately. I gently tested his lips with my tongue in the hope that it would meet his but at this stage he didn't seem to understand so no tongues yet but the kisses were still enough to excite me even more. His hands wandered down to my boobs and began to caress them, gently pinching the nipples like before. I could feel his penis on my thigh, hot and hard again so quickly: I didn't want to delay. Too much foreplay and he'd cum early again. I needed to get him inside me as soon as possible. It didn't matter if he came quickly then, well it did to me, I wanted him to last, but if he felt he did it properly he would lose this feeling of self doubt. After all, the main purpose of this afternoon wasn't really my pleasure but to cement our relationship and to boost his confidence for the future.

"Do you want to make love to me again?" I asked softly.

"Yes."

"Come on then," I reached for him as I opened my legs. He knelt between looking down at me for the first time.

"You're beautiful," he said sounding amazed.

"Thank you." I smiled up at him. Again I reached up for him and he came to me taking his weight on his arms. I could feel his penis knocking at the door of my pussy and I whispered throatily, "Push, push now," and I closed my eyes to savour the feeling of him entering me for the first time.

Then he was in me, not far, but he was in me and he was OK. I think I worried him a bit because as he entered me I let out a cry.

"Joanna, Jo, are you OK?" he asked concerned. Poor boy, after all he hadn't done this before so he wouldn't be aware of my reaction.

"Oh yes," I said, "I'm OK. Don't stop." He didn't. He continued to push his erection into me until I felt his thighs against mine. "Oh god, that's marvellous," I said because it was and I wanted him to know it was. He didn't feel as big as Mike but I'm sure he was longer: he seemed to be deeper inside. I opened my eyes to gaze deep into his. His face had a funny expression, surprise mixed with wonder mixed with pleasure.

"Oh Joanna, Joanna, Joanna," he kept on saying – made me feel even more wonderful. Now nature took over and he started to move inside me. Long strokes at first that very quickly became sharp thrusts. He wouldn't last long so I released my orgasm knowing I would be slightly dopey afterwards as usual but I had to have some release myself. The trouble was, the orgasm was tremendous causing me to squeeze him inside my vagina. This set him off and he flooded my insides with the second load of his essence which made my orgasm even better. We ended up clasping each other tightly, mouths crushed together as we both met these shattering feelings.

I came down off my high to find him stroking my face, looking down on me just like Mike. In fact, in my post orgasmic daze I almost thought it was Mike but, although my orgasms with him were tremendous, I'd felt nothing like this. Poor Guy, he didn't know about me afterwards did he so he was worried he'd hurt me.

"Joanna, Joanna, love, are you all right," he was so concerned, "have I hurt you. Oh I'm sorry, so sorry."

I smiled up at him, pulled his head down and kissed him. "I'm all right," I said stroking his hair, "that was lovely. I always get a bit dazed afterwards, when it's good for me, it's nothing to worry about. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was good for you?" he asked surprised. 

"Yes," I said smiling at him sexily, "it was good for me."

He smiled that male self satisfied smile that they all do. I suppose he was just happy he'd managed to satisfy me – he is like that. "It was wonderful. Thank you."

"Come on," I said regaining my composure, "let's shower together. We can wash each other."

He looked somewhat shocked. I suppose he'd never dealt with afterwards in his dreams. He was going to learn that there was a lot more to enjoying each other than just sex! Anyway, I wanted to get a good look at his body, to touch him, to know him and I wanted him to do the same to me.

"Don't be shy," I said smiling, "how can you be shy after that?" I climbed off the bed and stood in front of him, showing him my nakedness and that I wasn't ashamed of it. I took his hand and pulled him with me.

"What about Mike and Lena," he said still slightly reluctant.

"They won't be back for ages," I said. "Come on, you're a big boy now," I added with a happy smile.

He couldn't really say no could he, not after just making love to me, so he allowed himself to be taken to the shower room. Thankfully his embarrassment soon subsided and he began to enjoy himself discovering my body, as I discovered his. We soaped each other down using our hands, stroking and caressing each other under the warm water. I suspect that he was getting hot again, his lovely penis never got really soft – the advantage of youth I suppose. And it hadn't been used for that purpose very much had it! He spent ages soaping and washing my boobs which seemed to have a fascination for him, while I soaped his chest. He didn't touch my bottom or between my legs until I started to soap his penis and testicles. He almost groaned as I touched him there and he started to harden.

I looked up at him, it's a wonderful advantage you know, being able to look through your lashes at a man. "Later," I said smiling, "we just wash now."

He looked embarrassed again, "Oh Joanna, I'm sorry."

I laughed, "Don't be sorry. I'm flattered but it'll be better if we wait. Just wash now. You can wash me there if you want."

I must admit that, as he began to touch my mons and my pussy with his soapy hands I could easily have succumbed to his hardening penis but just then I wanted to have him properly one more time. I thought he would last a lot longer, long enough for me to explore is penis and his body more closely, and for him to explore mine. It would be his third time in as many hours but he was young, although inexperienced, after all.

We continued to wash each other managing somehow to remain reasonably in control then my hands went to his bottom to touch and stroke his hard buttocks. This prompted him to do the same to me. The effect of his touching my bottom cheeks and feeling the valley in between was amazing. His penis was fully erect in just a moment. He's like his father, I thought, a 'bottom' man. That was good because lately I'd come to like my bottom filled with something! But the problem now was his erection. Should I deal with it, could he go again afterwards. Four times? Well he couldn't stay like this; from the look on his face it was almost painful.

So, taking an immense risk, I knelt in front of him and took his erection in my hands. I was going to swallow his essence, well as much as he had left anyway. He looked down at me, no problems now, he knew what I was going to do.

I looked up at him as I cradled his penis in my hands, "Have you dreamt of this?" I asked him coyly.

"Oh yes, oh yes."

"Do you want me to do it?"

His looked upward, took a deep breath and swallowed, "Only if you want to Joanna. Do you want to?"

How thoughtful. As a reply I took the head of his erection into my mouth and washed it with my tongue. This sent a shudder up his body and an exhalation of breath accompanied by an, "Oh fuck." The first time I'd heard him swear. I guessed he wouldn't last long as I continued to gently suck and lick him. I wanted it to take a little while however, because I like sucking a man like this and I wanted to examine his erection more closely. It was mine after all!

Now fully hard he was longer than Mike, the only other one I knew really intimately, but he wasn't so round. He wasn't circumcised either so his head was much more sensitive than Mike's. As I licked up and down the length of his shaft I realised that it was slim, like him but the same from head to root again unlike Mike who was fatter in the middle and at the base. I had a thought then, how nice it would be to have them both side by side to compare but I figured that would be a while yet.

Now to his balls. All the time I was doing this he was softly moaning my name and occasionally stroking my hair. Luckily he wasn't cumming yet: he seemed to be able to control himself and experience the pleasure of my mouth on him. He was also gently moving his hips back and forth. His balls were fuller than Mike's. I couldn't get one in my mouth so I licked all over them continuing to tenderly masturbate him as I did so. The back to his penis. As you know, I can't deep throat (he'd have to wait for Lena to do that) but I could get half of him in my mouth. So I did and used my tongue on him. We can control a man totally like this. They don't realise it really but we can make them cum just when we want to. I must say that kneeling in front of him and sucking him like this was making me hot as I could taste his precum and this always has an effect on me. I did have a little climax as I took as much of him in my mouth as I could. After this I decided it was time. Now I suspected that he would try to pull out of my mouth when he came. I was sure he'd think he shouldn't cum there so I prepared to hold him in me as he came.




Caroline Ch. 09.01



I sucked harder and used my tongue to bring him on and, sure enough, he began to pump into my mouth. He tried to pull away as I suspected he would but I held his penis tightly by the base and took his offering. Not that much as this was his third time but pleasant anyway. He tasted so different from Mike. I swallowed his essence for the first time, the first of many I should add, with pleasure and a feeling of, of I don't know, achievement I suppose. Achievement that I had got him to here.

I stood and looked up at him. He was mortified. "Joanna, Jo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."

"Shouldn't have done what?" I asked wanting to make him face the situation. Next time I didn't want to have to hold him in my mouth. He had to know that I wanted to take his spunk in my mouth and swallow every drop: well every drop unless I was sharing it with Lena.

"Oh, you know," he said embarrassed, "you know, in, in, oh, in your mouth."

I smiled at him, "Don't worry. I wanted it there. When we do that again you mustn't worry." Again I used the advantage of my height to look up into his eyes. "I want you to do it in my mouth, everywhere" I said simply, "because I love you."

He took a deep breath and held me tightly to him before pulling away and kissing me. This time he surprised me: he pushed his tongue into my mouth and found mine. They danced and he must have been able to taste himself, the flavour was still in my mouth.

"Oh hell," he said, "you're so lovely. You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, whenever you want me to," I said then, "and I hope you'll do it for me!"

He looked a bit shamefaced, "I've never done that."

"I should hope not!" I said laughing. He laughed back. "You can practice later on if you want."

He smiled down and me as his hands travelled up and down my back, "Oh yes," he said, "I want to." Then he held me so tightly, "I love you Joanna, more than anything," he whispered in my ear.

Of course I was putty in his hands (or, as Lena says, I was already putty in his hands, now I was puttier!). We just stood there in the warm water, holding each other and enjoying the feeling of being in love. It's so difficult to describe. It felt like everything was rosy, good. As if I was sort of floating, floating as a part of him. As if we were joined in some way. I could feel his heart beating, his blood pumping around his body, his heat, even the hairs on his chest (not that he had many). It's a wonderful feeling but it is scary because it's so intense. I hoped he felt the same.

After a while like this is pulled away. "Let's get dry and have some coffee." So we dried each other and he went to go and get dressed. "No, don't," I said, "use this dressing gown," and I gave him one of Mike's towelling robes then I put on mine.

"We can't," he said, "what about Mike and Lena?"

"I told you, they won't be back for ages. Come on, sit in the lounge and I'll make some coffee." I quickly looked at the clock. It was half past three. I knew that Mike and Lena wouldn't be back before 6 o'clock at the earliest so we still had plenty of time. My only worry was that he wouldn't want to do it again, he had cum three times after all. Unfortunately, although I had climaxed when he entered me and when I sucked him, neither had been totally satisfying because I was so worried about him. Now he was OK and I wanted to have him at least one more time this afternoon so I could fully realise my own orgasm.

I made the coffee and took it back into the lounge where he was waiting. As I walked in I could feel his eyes on me, imagining I thought, what I looked like underneath. "You are beautiful," he said softly. I put the tray down and kissed him then poured the coffee which we sat quietly drinking. I could see that something was bothering him.

"You look worried, is something wrong?" I asked. I didn't want our relationship to start off with things unsaid. I learnt with Steve, it's best to get things sorted out.

He looked somewhat abashed, "What will uncle Mike say when he finds out. You're with him aren't you?"

"You mean do I have sex with him," he looked a bit shocked at my forthright comment. "Yes I do and I have sex with Lena too."

At this he did look shocked. I put my coffee down. This was a crunch point. Far too early to talk about all those difficult things like continuing my relationship with both Mike and Lena but I had to let him know that I loved them both so he would, hopefully, see how much they meant to me.

"I'm sorry now, if I've shocked you," I said, "but you must understand. Lena and I love each other, we have for years. We grew up together and although she's three years younger than me we were almost like sisters, but not: if you understand what I mean. We started making love together when she was sixteen and I was nineteen and we've been lovers ever since but we're not 'gay' in that sense. We both like men obviously, I suppose we're both bisexual with a preference for men. I love Mike as well."

He looked at me forlornly, almost as if I'd betrayed him. "Don't look like that. Just because I love Mike it doesn't mean I love you any the less. There are different kinds of love. Mike loves me and he loves Lena but he loves her totally and completely." I looked at him willing him to believe me, "Just like I love you," I said causing him to look up at me. "Mike loves me as a person, someone he cares for and wants to be with but not in the same way he loves Lena. To lose her would destroy him you know, he loves her so much. He worries all the time about his age and everything. It wouldn't destroy him to lose me: it would upset him I'm sure but it wouldn't be the blow that losing Lena would be. Do you see?

"It's the same with Lena, she loves me but differently from how she loves Mike. She could stand to lose me although she would be hurt, but to lose Mike would destroy her as well. You must understand Guy, that I do love you, I know that now for certain, and I can love those two as well. We all have a capacity for lots of love. Please say you understand." I must admit that I was pretty close to tears now because this was the terrible time I had anticipated. If he didn't understand I'd have to choose and I knew I'd choose him but I'd have to lie. To tell him I didn't love them anymore. And it would be a lie wouldn't it because I would still love them and I'd lie because he couldn't accept the idea of sharing my love.

I was fixing him with my eyes and I could see that he was confused. He seemed to be trying to digest all I'd said to him. I felt sorry for him really, so inexperienced; he had dropped into the middle of a manage a trois and I don't suppose he could even begin to understand the issues. 

He looked at me with those big blue/green eyes and said, "I don't really understand this Joanna." My heart sank. "All I know is that I love you. Love you with all my heart. You said you loved me and I believe you so it must be OK mustn't it." He looked confused. "I don't understand what's happening to me, to us," he ended lamely.

I smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek. "You don't have to understand 'Love'," I said, "you just have to experience it. It's joy, it's pain, and it's pleasure. Believe me, I know. Don't try to understand it yet, there's plenty of time for understanding, just enjoy being in love with me. You can feel it can't you."

"Yes," he said breathlessly, "oh yes, I can feel it."

I snuggled up to him, "Look, we'll talk about all those things later, tomorrow perhaps. You will stay won't you, please. You've got to stay."

"Of course I'll stay," then he smiled a great big smile full of new found confidence and full of fun, "in the spare bedroom?"

"Certainly not," I said laughing at him, "you're not getting away from me that easily. Anyway when I tell Lena what's happened this afternoon you'll have to fight her off."

He looked shocked again. "Don't worry," I said, "I'll keep her at arms length." I nearly told him how much she fancied him but I thought that would be too much just now; time for that tomorrow.

He became serious again, "What will you say to Mike?"

I smiled at him, "Nothing other than to tell him you're staying, and where you're staying. I won't have to say anything else."

Now he suddenly understood. "You all planned this didn't you," he said, "me coming here, getting me to stay, Mike and Lena going out. It was a plan wasn't it?" He looked at me with that sad smile of his father's.

"Do you mind. Oh Guy, I was sure I loved you but I thought you would run away, frightened that I was like that horrible girl. I had to show you that you were quite normal, well better than normal really because I love you. Tell me you don't mind, please." I was near to tears again because he could take this the wrong way. He might feel manipulated like Mike did at my party so I was quite upset now waiting for his reply. I really began to understand too, just like Lena, how close to pain this tremendous feeling of love can be.

"Mind?" he said, "of course I don't mind. Oh god Joanna, I've never experienced anything like this afternoon. How could I possibly mind."

I held him tightly in my arms and kissed his ear and his neck. Could he do it again, well, time to find out. "The afternoon isn't over yet," I whispered in his ear, "want to go back into the bedroom?"

Another deep breath, "Oh yes!" God, four times, he was a very sexy young man indeed.

This time I led him upstairs and, when we got to the bedroom, I held him tight. Then he surprised me. He undid my dressing gown, took it off my shoulders and stood looking at me. He seemed to be drinking me in and his eyes, just like his fathers, caressing, stroking. Marvellous!

"I wanted to look at you, to remember you so I would never forget what you look like. You're so beautiful. Can I do that to you now?"

I knew what he meant but I wanted him to say it, to be at ease using the words, at ease with me. "Do what?"

He looked at me shyly. "Use my tongue on you like you did to me."

"Oh yes," I said as I lay on the bed.

He took off his robe and knelt next to me still apparently savouring the sight of my naked body.

I smiled up at him. "You can touch me you know, I won't break."

He smiled his shy smile and reached for my boobs again, bending to kiss them both before he started downwards. His confidence growing now, he continued to use his tongue and his lips on my tummy and, when he got to my tummy button, his tongue gently pushed inwards causing a sharp intake of breath. He looked up, "Are you OK?"

"Oh yes, take no notice of me. You just carry on as the fancy takes you." I honestly didn't care much what he did. I knew I was going to enjoy it and there would be plenty of time to train him in how to behave in this situation. After all, he had never done this before and it was his first sexual experience so he'd come (in more ways than one!) quite a long way.

He continued to caress and lick my tummy before he finally travelled further south. His hands stroked my mound, tickling my pubic hair trimmed specially for him. Then his fingers delicately exploring my pussy. I'm sure he'd seen one in the videos but they're all different aren't they so he wouldn't really know what to expect. Nature must provide I suppose because he quickly located the space between my pussy lips that led inside and began stroking. In the course of doing this he also stroked my clitoris. I didn't think he'd know about that so I just enjoyed the feeling. I was wondering however, if he would actually kiss, suck and lick me there. Some men won't. I don't understand why, these same men are quite happy to be sucked and to cum in their partners mouth but they won't reciprocate. I hoped he wasn't like that.

Anyway, he wasn't like that because, just as I was thinking this, I felt his lips on my pubic hair and his tongue tickling. His fingers continued to stroke my pussy and I was starting to push onto him. I was trying not to but it was oh so difficult. Then his teeth gently pulling my pubes, almost testing how hard he could pull them – lovely. Finally his mouth found my pussy. He stopped for a moment, even his fingers. I was suddenly worried again and I raised my head and looked down. He was gazing at me there with a lovely smile on his face so I lay back down to await his pleasure. It wasn't long before his lips met mine, my pussy lips that is. It was all I could do to remain still for him. I wanted to pull his head into me and to clasp it with my legs but I daren't, not yet anyway. Then he parted the lips of my sex with his fingers and began to lick inside. Oh god, this was wonderful, where did he learn this. Thank god for adult movies!!! He must have noticed my clit, poking out now I was sure, because he sucked it. That was enough, there was no way I could hold back now.

"Oh fuck yes, eat me, please." I shouted and as I came in a massive orgasm, my hands reached down and held his head to me and my legs did come up and clasp him. I maintained the tiniest of control because I didn't completely crush him like I did Mike – he was used to it after all, and he enjoyed it!

Poor Guy. He must have wondered what happened as I let him go after my climax abated. I pulled his head back level with mine and kissed him, tasting myself as I did so. "That wasn't so bad for a beginner," I said smiling at him, "that was bloody good."


He seemed pleased, "Did it, you know, errr, did you . . .?"

"Did I cum, you can say it. You mustn't be frightened of saying anything to me Guy, at any time. I don't mind. Say what you want. It's not really swearing between lovers is it."

He smiled at me, "Did I make you cum?" he managed to say.

"Oh yes, bloody hell, yes. You made me cum," and I reached up for him to kiss him again. "Did I taste nice?" I wanted him to acknowledge what he had done so he wouldn't be embarrassed about doing it again.

"Wonderful," he said smiling, "I like it."

"So do I," I said smiling at him. As I did so I reached down with my other hand to feel his cock. It was nearly hard again! Wait until I tell Lena, I thought, she won't believe me.

He felt me touch him there and kissed me harder. "Do you want me again," I asked.

He smiled a much more confident smile; this was his fourth time in as many hours after all. He deserved to be confident now, he knew he could do it. "Mmm," he said.

I felt confident enough in him to see if he wanted to try a different position. As I said when he touched me in the shower, I suspected that he was like his dad. He liked the female bottom. Perhaps he was influenced subtly by Mike's preference for statuettes and pictures, I don't know but I was keen to find out. Oh, of course he wouldn't take me there, although he must have seen it in the movies; that would be for later in his education, but if I was right he would be very hot doing it doggy fashion. I'd see what he wanted.

"That's nice and hard," I said, "I want it too. How do you want to do it. The same as before or have you had a different dream."

He took a deep breath and I felt his erection stiffen (my hand was still on it). "Well," I said.

He swallowed, gathering his courage. "I dreamt of you kneeling and me behind you," he said. Then his courage failed, "Oh, I'm sorry Jo. I shouldn't should I?"

Again my response was simple. I turned on my face and knelt up giving him my bottom. I turned my head and looked back at him, "Like this?"

"Oh god yes," he said breathlessly, "oh yes. So beautiful, so beautiful."

I watched him come behind me and then felt his hands on my bottom. He stroked and caressed my bottom cheeks then his hands moved to my legs and from there to my back. He was exploring my body, touching, feeling, stroking. It was marvellous. The bed moved as he came closer and I felt his cock nudging my bottom cheeks. It felt very solid indeed. I suspected he might be a little bit longer cumming this time, at least I hoped so for my pleasure! Next I felt the head of his penis in my pussy just pushing the lips apart before he pushed on inside. He didn't need any help now, he knew what he was doing and he knew he could do it. He was deep inside in one go – I realised he was going to take some training if he was going to become as good as Mike but I was happy now. Happy with him deep inside me.

"Oh yes," I said, "yes. That's good."

He started to make love to me, back and forth, back and forth. Sliding in my hot wet pussy. I couldn't really see his face, it would have been nice to do this in the main bedroom with the mirrors but, there you are, and I didn't think we'd get this far this afternoon anyway. This time he did last longer, a lot longer. I had at least two good orgasms as he took me like this. I must admit that for normal sex it's not my favourite position (it is for anal), I prefer 'mish' but this was bloody good because it was with him. Then he was shouting out loud, "Joanna, Joanna," over and over as he came again. I could feel him pulsing as he pushed deep inside me and filled me with what was left of his cream.

We both fell sideways and I sank into my usual post orgasmic daze to be brought round by him kissing me.

"I've never felt or done anything like this afternoon," he said, "thank you. I didn't think I'd ever make love to a woman after college. Oh Joanna, I love you so much. I'm sorry if I wasn't as good as uncle Mike."

That reminded me. "You were as good, not as polished," I told him honestly, "but good." I laughed, "Anyway, he would only have managed once this afternoon, you managed four. Wait till I tell Lena."

"Will you," he asked worried, "will you tell her everything? And uncle Mike?"

"Well, I'll tell Lena everything but not Mike," I laughed, "because Lena will tell him all I tell her so I don't need to."

He seemed worried now. "What will Mike say?" he asked, "will he be angry with me for, errrm, you know, doing that."

"What," I said laughing, "for making love to me?" He nodded. "No. Don't be silly, of course not." Then I decided to tell him, "It's what he wanted."

He seemed stunned, "What he wanted?"

"Yes, what he wanted. Well I wanted it as well, but he wanted it too. He wants us to get together. Oh silly, don't look like that. Only if we want to, he didn't intend to force us or anything but if we like, or love, each other he wants us to be doing this. He'll be pleased, you see." Then I thought I had to find out what he knew. "You'd want your father to be proud of you wouldn't you?" I asked softly.

He looked absolutely stunned now, mouth open, totally surprised and shocked but he did manage to respond. "Wh, wh, wh, what do you mean. My father's at home, he doesn't know about us. Well not like this anyway."

"Don't prevaricate," I said quietly, this was an important moment for the future. "Earlier you said you could never please me like your father then you said Mike. Well you know I've never been with Silvio so why did you say that?"

He looked terrified now, like a frightened rabbit. There was a serious skeleton here and I was about to get it out of the cupboard. I only hoped that in doing so I wouldn't cause too much damage but I had to know. I couldn't let this pass now, not now he had said it.

"It's nothing," he said desperately, "just a slip of the tongue. Sometimes I get confused and I was then."

"Yes," I said rather severely. "Do you love me?"

"More than anything," he said resignedly. He wasn't silly, he knew where this was going.

"And I love you, totally, completely. Guy," I got his attention, "we can't have secrets from each other. Secrets ruin relationships. You can't hide this, you said it didn't you."

"Oh Joanna, Jo, I had to make a promise. I can't break it."

My mind was working overtime, promise, who would he have to promise. A promise that he didn't feel able to break. It must be his mother. Now I was on very dangerous ground. A lover should try never to come between a mother and her son, that way lies disaster. I must try to avoid asking him to choose between her and me, and I was close to doing so now but it had to be done. For his sake, for my sake, for Mike's sake; very much for his sake, and for Lena. I had to try to find my way through.




Caroline Ch. 09.01



"It's your mother isn't it. She made you promise not to tell anyone, not even Mike, that you know. She's frightened isn't she, that Silvio will find out that you know, and your brothers and sister will find out Silvio isn't you father." I decided I had to tell him that I knew. "Well," I said taking a deep breath because I knew this could go wrong, "I know that Mike is your father so you don't have to tell me." There it was done.

He was quiet. A quiet that seemed to last for ages. You could almost see his mind ticking over, thinking about what I had just said and how it affected him, me, us, Mike, his mother, Silvio, and his brothers and sisters. I could stand it no longer, "Guy, no one will find out from me. I don't need to tell anyone. It's enough that I know."

He looked at me with a severe expression on his face, like his father I suppose. I'd seen it before on him. "How did you find out," he said quietly.

This was another difficult point. Did I lie and say I suspected, or tell him that Mike had told us. He wouldn't believe that I just worked it out would he, I said 'I know', so. "Mike told us both, yesterday when I told him I thought I loved you. He wanted us both to know. Me because of you and Lena because she will be his wife. You know he's devastated that you don't know, or at least he thinks you don't know." Now I was beginning to break down a bit caught between these conflicting emotions. Two men that I loved! I started to cry, "Oh Guy, he loves you so much. He hates himself for not being able to tell you but he promised your mother as well. You don't understand, you can't until he tells you. Please Guy," I was crying now but he remained still, locked in his thoughts.

Suddenly he spoke, as if from a long way away, "Yes," he said, "I know. Joanna, oh Joanna, how could I not suspect? I'm not stupid. Hell I even look like him. I'm nothing like my brothers. I don't have their personality or their confidence. And I feel differently about him. He's always seemed more than an uncle." He looked at me and smiled. "I love you," he said and he took me in his arms. "You mustn't cry, we'll sort it out in the end." And he carried on talking, "When I was 18 I decided it was time to ask my mother. I began to suspect about the time piccolo Silvio was born. I was very angry with Mike over that but after a while I realised that he probably wasn't the father. Oh, I don't know who is but I didn't think it was Mike and I realised what he had done so my anger abated. Then I found myself copying his mannerisms, not intentionally but without thinking and I took to looking at him closely. A while after his divorce I spent a lot more time at his house and I found myself exceedingly happy with him, happier than with my 'father'. And my eyes!" I raised my eyebrows in question. He smiled sadly, "Mine are blue/green," he said, "Mother's are brown so are Silvio's. I learnt enough about genetics to know that Silvio couldn't be my father. Then I watched my brothers grow, particularly Bernado. Full of confidence where I was shy, more reserved. I decided I had to broach the subject with my mother.

"It was difficult but I've always been able to talk to her. Looking back I realised she'd always treated me differently from my brothers. Always been more supportive, more approachable, oh it's difficult to describe, but she had. So I cornered her one evening when everyone was out. She was very embarrassed but she admitted that Mike was my father straight away. In fact she seemed proud of the fact, I don't know why, but she was ashamed as well. She didn't go into any details about how or why but she told me that Silvio knew of course. He had never treated me any differently, been a model father to me but now, of course, I was angry with Mike. Why hadn't he told me? I asked my mother. She told me she had made him promise to tell no one until she said so and then she made me make the same promise. She said the shame would kill Silvio and condemn her to ridicule." He looked anguished, "Jo, what could I do? I had to agree. You don't know how difficult it's been these last years, living with him, spending so much time together."

He held me tightly to him, "Then you," he said with despair in his voice. "I knew I loved you the first time I saw you, you know. It's silly isn't it. 'Some enchanted evening, across a crowded room'. Bloody silly lyrics I thought, couldn't possibly be true. Well, that night I found out they were. I knew it then, that you were the one but what was I to do. You were with Mike, my father, sleeping with him, making love with him. How could I, a foolish, shy, incompetent lover compare with him. He's marvellous Jo," he looked at me and smiled, "but then you know that don't you. So kind, considerate and thoughtful, and obviously a good lover." He laughed, "Look at you and Lena, both beautiful women old enough to be his daughters but both in love with him."

"Yes," I butted in, "but I've explained that. I don't love him the way I love you."

He smiled again and kissed me. Maybe it was going to be all right. "I know that now," he said, "but I didn't know it then did I? That's why I was so slow at coming forward, that and my worry I wouldn't be able to do anything anyway."

I cuddled up to him, "Well," I said smiling sexily at him, "we've certainly put that one behind us!" 

He laughed as well, losing some of his tension. I decided to tell him about Mike and Lena and their 'plan'. "Guy, Mike planned all this you know." He raised his eyebrows. "Yes. You see he was worried that when he and Lena were married and the baby was on it's way I would feel 'left out' so he thought it would be a good thing for me to have a man of my own. I had a bad time with a man before Mike, I'll tell you about it one day, and he helped me over it, him and Lena. Well he's sensible enough to know that you can't rustle up men to order but he thought that you and I might be suited so he sort of 'oiled the wheels' as it were. Nothing pushy just simple things, sitting together at the party, bringing the car back, and you here now. He figured that if we liked each other nature would take its course and it has. I love you as well." I had to be serious now because I was in an impossible position.

"Guy. You've got to tell him you know," I took a deep breath. I had to ask him to choose now. I couldn't be between the two men who meant everything to me knowing what I knew. "I can't hold on to this, I love you and I love him. I can't be here and see the both of you tearing yourselves apart. It's not fair. It's not fair on any of us, it could destroy Lena, but most of all it's not fair on Mike. I can't tell you the whole story, I hope Mike will, but you must tell him you know. If you don't I fear it will tear us all apart, you and me, Mike and Lena, and, in the end, to what purpose. Bernardo wouldn't care, nor would the others. Maria, she would love you none the less but they needn't find out need they. Lena and I won't say anything nor will you or Mike. Your mother, well would she want you to hold on to this if she knew how you felt about me, ask yourself that."

He held me close to him, "Oh Joanna, so much has happened this afternoon. I've made love to the woman I love."

"Four times," I laughed, "Five if you count your tongue."

He blushed, "Yes," he said proudly, "Five times. And I've found out all this. I need time to think." He looked down at me, "Can you give me that, until tomorrow. Give me tonight to think about it, to talk about it with you, please? To figure out what to do, how to tell him?"

I hugged him tight, "Of course I will but only if you hold me tight and kiss me goodnight," I said smiling.

As he began to reply I heard Mike and Lena downstairs, it was six already. "They're back," I said and he looked like he was about to panic. "Don't be silly. Go and get dressed an we'll go downstairs together. Don't worry," and I smiled up at him and kissed his lips.

It only took a few moments to dress and we met in the upstairs hall. I held his hand tightly because I could sense the tension in his body and I gave him a kiss for confidence. "Now be calm," I said, "remember. I love you, you love me and this afternoon we made love together. Don't be shy, you know I'm yours, totally yours don't you?" He looked down at me with those lovely eyes, blue/green like his father's I suppose, because Mike's were blue/grey.

"I love you," he said taking a deep breath. "Come on then, let's face the music."

I laughed and we went downstairs holding hands. Mike was on his own in the lounge sitting on the big settee facing the stairs. As soon as he saw us his face lit up in a huge smile. He didn't need to be told did he, he knew just by looking at us both. I smiled back at him and looked up at Guy. His expression was confused, there must have been a lot going on in his head just now but he did manage a smile.

"Hello you two, have a good afternoon?" Of course he knew we had.

"Lovely," I said, "Guy's going to be staying for a while." Then I looked up at him, "He won't need the spare bedroom."

Mike sprang across the room and I felt Guy flinch. I actually think he thought Mike was going to hit him. Far from it, he threw his arms around us both, kissing me and looking Guy straight in the eye. "Good for you both. Oh well done my boy." He pulled away and looked at me with his lovely eyes then back at Guy, "She's wonderful isn't she?" he asked.

"Oh yes, oh yes, wonderful," he said softly as if not sure. I was certain he was struggling with his feelings for Mike at that moment rather than his feelings for me. I felt sorry for him then, so much had happened this afternoon his emotions must be in turmoil. I turned to him and hugged him tight whispering, "It's all right, everything will be fine."

Mike raised his eyebrows quizzically and I just shook my head quickly without Guy noticing so he would know not to say anything. I could see now that this evening was going to be difficult for all of us and I knew that I had to somehow tell Lena what was going on. She is so quick to pick up emotional undercurrents and she would be sure to notice something. Not knowing what was going on would start her worrying again and she might do something silly. I think that Mike realised that something other than Guy and me was going on although I'm sure he had no idea what it was. 

"Lena's in the kitchen making coffee," he said to me then, "I'm going to have a shower and a quick nap before dinner. That walk into town kills my legs. Lena tells me you and her are cooking dinner tonight so I'll see you two later," and off he went with a surreptitious wink in my direction. He was clearing the decks, getting out of the way. I loved him even more then. He's so thoughtful. 

I turned to Guy, "There, that wasn't so bad was it. I told you he'd be happy." But Guy didn't seem to be. He looked down at me sadly and held me tight.

"I've got to think this out Jo. I can't spend this evening treating him as my uncle or something. I can't do that any more. Too much has happened today, you finding out, me finding you, oh it's so confusing. I need to think it through Jo, on my own. I'm sorry. I'm torn, I want to tell him but I promised my mother: but how can I be with you, him and Lena knowing you know and he doesn't. It's not fair on you, you of all people. I love you so much," he said full of emotion. "I didn't realise one person could feel like this about another but I must think this through. I think I'm going to tell him but, oh dear, my mother." With that he turned to leave, "I won't be too long," he said as he left.

When Lena came back into the room she found me sitting on the settee in tears, quiet sobs as I wondered what would happen.

"Oh shit Jo, what's happened? He didn't leave did he?" I'm sure she thought that he had left straight away before anything could happen.

"No," I said gathering myself. "Oh Lena, so much has happened. Come into kitchen." Just in case Mike came back downstairs. I'm sure he must have heard Guy leave but he was keeping well away at the moment.

We both hurried into the kitchen and sat at the dining table. Lena put her arm round me and shushed me. "It's all right Jo. Tell me what happened. It's all right."

I rested my head on her shoulder, she was my big sister now, just as I'd been hers many times before. I began at the end, telling her about him knowing Mike was his father and how I'd told him we both knew because Mike had told us. Then about his promise to his mother and how I'd really forced him to choose. How he'd asked for tonight to think it over and how he'd just left.

Lena calmed me down. "Look Jo, he's Mike's son isn't he? So now he behaves like Mike. He needs to get hold of himself. You haven't told me about bedding him yet, and I know you must have otherwise he wouldn't still be here. So much must have happened to him this afternoon he's probably confused. Don't worry Jo, he'll come back, you'll see."

I remembered then how I'd said the same to her at my party weeks ago and he did come back didn't he. I calmed down. I'm luckier than Lena I suppose, I can get hold of myself easier. I stopped snivelling, turned and kissed her, "Oh thanks Lena. I'm all right now. You're right of course, it has been a wonderful afternoon." Then putting my worries behind me I smiled at her conspirationally, "Four times Lena, he came four times."

"Four," she echoed astonished, "four. Never."

"He did and he licked me as well."

"Bloody hell Jo, he must be a quick study," she laughed. "Was it good?"

"Well the first time he came before he managed to get it in so that was a bit of a waste. Second go was good but, to be honest, he lacks a bit of finesse. I sucked him in the shower for the third."

"Oh Jo, you didn't did you?"

"Mmm, I did and he loved it. Lena I think he's a bottom man like his dad. He was only half hard until he touched my bottom then he shot up like a rocket so I sucked him off."

"That's only three," she said laughing. "What happened next?"

"We went back into the bedroom and we chatted for a little while then he asked if he could do the same to me, use his tongue."

"Oh god Jo, he is a quick learner."

"Well I suppose he's seen his brothers' videos and DVDs. Remember you told me Maria had so I assume he had as well. He was a virgin you know but he knew what to do most of the time. Thank god for adult videos I say, they can teach a young dog old tricks!" I laughed.

"Did you cum?" she asked softly.

"Mmm," I said laughing, "he was quite good. Not as good as Mike, but he certainly has potential!"

"What next, do tell Jo?"

"He got really hard again Lena, four times in as many hours. I think he could go on all night. Think of the two of them together, Mike staying for so long and Guy pumping off regularly, ooohhh."

"Oh stop it Jo, you're getting me excited. I hope Mike is fit tonight! Well, what about the last time."

"We did it doggy. All the time I kept on making him pretend it was his dream so he was in control. It didn't really matter the last time but I wanted to see whether he wanted me in a different position. He suggested doggy, he said he'd dreamed about taking me that way. Well, who was I to argue so I turned over and knelt for him. He pushed in all at once Lena, not much style but that can be taught: it was enough for me. I had two cums before he unloaded again. Not much that time!" I laughed.

Suddenly Lena looked concerned, "Jo, he came inside you?" I nodded. "You're not on the pill are you?"

Oh dear, I thought. "No!" Then I thought, why worry. "I don't care Lena. If I fall then we'll have two babies to look after won't we." She was ecstatic. She hugged me tight, "Oh I hope so. Still," she said, "you'd be pretty unlucky, or lucky, depends how you look at it." Then she had a thought. "Oh hell."

"What?"

"Wellllllll, if I do get to go with him," she smiled at me sexily, "he won't be able to cum inside me will he, not before the embryo is implanted."

"Oh I don't know, those pills you've got to take may make it OK." I smiled at her, "Anyway you can still taste him and you never know, he might like your bottom as much as Mike does."

She smiled, "Now there's a thought. Did you talk about us, you know, you and Mike, you and me?"

"I told him how much I loved you and Mike but I had to try to make him see that I loved him the same way you love Mike. To try to make him understand how I felt about him and about you two. I didn't take it any further. Oh Lena, he's had such a day, so have I. I really do love him Lena, I know that now. You were right, I did need to bed him and now I know. I believe he loves me as well but he's got so much in his head at the moment." I was suddenly tearful again, "Oh Lena, he will come back won't he, tell me he will?"

"If he loves you he'll come back, don't worry. Come on we'll get dinner laid out and ready to cook. I bet Mike's having a nap."

"He said he was going to. I think he sensed something in Guy and decided to let him have some space. He went to shower then lay down."

"Well, we'll leave him then, come on."

So we busied ourselves laying out dinner. It was supposed to be special tonight with both of us doing some of the things we had learnt but we couldn't start anything until everybody was here because of the recipes. 

Just as we finished putting everything out I heard the door close downstairs. My heart did a few somersaults as I heard his step on the stair: then he was in the kitchen. It was amazing. He walked up to me, swept me into his arms and kissed me. He'd changed into a younger version of his father, confident and assertive. "Hello darling one," he said as he kissed me. Lena just stood there with her mouth open then he went over to her, held her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, and not a platonic kiss either. She seemed dazed, the first time I'd seen her lost for words.

He turned back to me. "I've sorted it out Jo. My mother is wrong, I'm sure. No one will find out anything from any of us so why should my father and I suffer, you two shouldn't either." He laughed, "Certainly not such a lovely step-mother." He was so assured. He'd found himself, his place, by finally being able to acknowledge his father openly.

Lena had by now regained her composure and she smiled sexily at him, "Kiss me again like that and I'll show you something not many step sons experience."

"Lena, leave him alone. He's mine," then I added softly only for her to hear, "for now."

I think Mike must have heard him come back because at that moment he came into the kitchen. "What no dinner yet," he said laughing. Then he sensed something was happening and looked at me and Lena, "What?" he said nervously.

Then Guy spoke, "It's nothing father," he said looking directly into Mike's eyes, "I was just teasing them."

Mike went as white as a sheet and Lena rushed to his side as he almost collapsed. Guy rushed to support him, "Oh I'm sorry father, I wanted to surprise you."

Mike gathered himself and held Guy so tightly to him as he sobbed on his son's shoulder. That started Guy off, then Lena, then me. Somehow we got him into the lounge and sat him down. Lena sat next to him, a worried look on her face as she held his hands in hers. He looked shaken now, but he had composed himself. He looked at Guy, "Son," he said seeming to revel in the word, savour it's sound, it's feel in his mouth, "son, you don't know how much I've wanted to say that word to you. My boy, come here and hug your father."

Guy did and he began to cry, broken now by the emotion of this 'reunion'. Us two women joined in holding on to them tightly. Pretty soon we all calmed down and the two men sat looking at each other.

"How did you find out Guy, I'm sure it wasn't Jo and it couldn't have been Lena."

Guy laughed, "No," he said, "it wasn't them. I don't think they'd breach your confidence father." He seemed to enjoy the sound of the word. 'Father': he could say that to Mike now. Lena was funny, she was so possessive of Mike, sitting next to him clasping his hand. I suddenly realised that she would probably see this as yet another strand from his past that might affect her future. I was sure it wouldn't, only make it much better, enjoyable certainly but also rewarding for Mike. I would have to make sure she was OK.




Caroline Ch. 09.01



"I worked it out," Guy said and he went on to tell Mike what he told me, even about Maria and the baby. That caused Mike to raise his eyebrows, he was surprised. Guy noticed. "I didn't think it was possible that you did that. It is so unlike you, you wouldn't take advantage of Maria like that. I didn't realise then but I was sure, when I thought about it, that you weren't piccolo Silvio's father." Then he told Mike about approaching his mother and what she had said, how she felt. 

Mike looked at Lena, then at me as if to ask whether he should tell Guy. Both of us shook our heads. I know I felt that Guy had been through enough today, the whole story could wait for a while. I thought that Mike should tell him but it wasn't important now.

Finally he got round to talking about this afternoon. "I was terribly worried about today you know. I told Jo earlier that I fell in love with her the first time I saw her but she was with you father so I didn't feel I could show it." He smiled and looked at me, "It was difficult though, she's so lovely."

"Thank you kind sir," I said giving him a sexy smile.

"Yes, she is lovely," Mike said, "but then they both are." He wasn't going to forget Lena. She could feel a bit left out here but he leant over and kissed her just to show he cared.

"Yes, my 'step-mum' to be is very lovely too."

Lena pouted at him and poked out her tongue, "If you keep calling me that I shall have to put you over my knee and spank you," she said laughing.

"Bags I help," I said joining her, "I reckon he'll enjoy it."

Mike smiled softly at the two of us. "You'll have to get used to these two Guy, they are both little minxes, delicious minxes it's true but they need taking in hand now and then."

Lena snuggled up to him, "You can take me in hand any time, you know that." Then, "Tonight?"

"Mmm," he said as he kissed her. This one wasn't platonic either!

I smiled at Guy. "You'll have to excuse these two lovebirds. They'll soon be an old married couple so they're making the most of it now," I said laughing.

"Well," he said smiling sexily at me (the first time he'd smiled at me like that – it was heavenly), "it seems I'll have to take you in hand myself tonight as well."

"Oh yes please," I said, "as often as you like."

Things seemed a lot freer after this exchange and Guy went on to talk about the afternoon. I held his hand to encourage him to be open about our relationship. I wanted him to be able to talk to Mike and Lena about sex with me. It was important, I thought, if I was going to try to make him understand how much I wanted to continue my relationships with both of them. And he had to understand that I wouldn't mind him making love to Lena. She was quite hot now and looking at him with unashamed lust in her eyes. I was a bit worried that Mike might be upset but he didn't seem to mind. In fact I think he encouraged her.

"I know you told me it was OK father but I still wasn't sure how you really felt about it and I didn't know how Jo felt then. So I was hesitant. What happened at college didn't help." He looked at me and smiled, "But that's behind me now. Anyway, when we went out to dinner together I realised that Jo did like me and I knew then that I liked her a lot."

I smiled, "I know, I could feel it," and I laughed.

He got a bit embarrassed but he could be his fathers son now so he laughed, "Yes," he said, "I was very busy that night! I didn't expect to see Jo until the wedding and I must admit that it was difficult, that's why I told Nardo about you Jo. I had to tell someone. I don't talk to my other brothers very much and I don't think Maria or my mother would have appreciated me describing you quite the way I did to Nardo."

I looked at him and licked my lips provocatively, "Why, how did you describe me to Nardo?" I asked coyly.

"I'll tell you later," he replied smiling then carried on. "Well, when Nardo called me out to Italy I didn't suspect anything." He looked at Mike, "Now I know you planned it all, Jo told me." Mike looked a bit concerned. "Oh, don't worry father," Guy laughed, "I don't mind," and he looked at me, "how could I mind after this afternoon. But coming up here really worried me. You two," he looked at us both, "are beautiful and the thought of you sunbathing in costumes or even less was enough to put me off." He laughed, "I don't mean like that," and he looked at me again, "I'd imagined Jo like that often since we met." Then he looked at Lena, then Mike, as if calculating something, "I'm sorry father but, before I met Jo, I often imagined Lena like that as well."

Mike laughed and turned to Lena, "I told you didn't I, he fancied you."

"Mmm," she said with that calculating look on her face. Poor Guy, left alone with her he wouldn't stand a chance. Still that was what we wanted wasn't it.

Guy carried on. "I thought I would embarrass myself if I stayed here too long so I planned to just pop in and say hello then go back to Milan." He looked at me, "Not that I didn't want to stay, I did but I was so worried." I squeezed his hand to show I understood. "Then you managed to trick me father," he laughed.

I laughed as well, "Oh Mike, Lena, you should have seen the look on his face when he found me in the lounge. I thought he was going to run a mile."

"I nearly did," he said, "but thankfully you managed to make me stay and find myself. Well, to cut a long story a bit short, we made love and it was wonderful," he smiled at me and I made a sign 4 to Mike. His eyes widened. Guy continued, "I let slip that I knew you were my father. Jo noticed and made me talk about it, explain about mother and everything. The she said I had to tell you, it wasn't fair, mother wasn't being fair. Well," he said taking a deep breath as if to steady his emotions, "Jo is right, it's not fair. Mother is being selfish. I don't know why but she is, so after thinking about it I decided it was time to stop playing games and call you father." He had that open expression on his face and he seemed to be asking Mike for his approval. He had after all broken a promise to his mother.

Mike reached out and held him, "It's not the right time now Guy, but you do need to know why she feels this way. I'm sorry about your promise Guy but, my god, to hear you call me father has made me so happy. Now not only do I have a lovely, marvellous woman at my side," he hugged Lena, "but I have a son as well," and he looked at me, "who also has a wonderful woman at his side." He kissed Lena, "God I'm lucky," he said taking a deep breath, "Hell, I could do with a drink!" and he smiled. He looked so happy then and he seemed OK now. I looked at Guy and him together. How anyone could ever have doubted they were father and son I don't know, they were so alike.

Lena broke the silence. "I'll get another bottle of VMR shall I? I think we all deserve a nice drink. Then Jo and I will get dinner while you two chat. Come on Jo," she said to me smiling, "I don't think he's going to leave now is he?"

Off she went to get the wine and a couple of glasses then we left them together. 

As we cooked dinner I said to Lena, "He looks so happy now Lena. You're not worried are you, you know, about his past again."

She looked at me rather sheepishly. She knew I'd noticed. "I'm sorry Jo, I was for a while but it's all right now." She smiled, "I know he loves me. Even in there when he was so emotional he still thought of me, didn't leave me out. I think I'm OK now about that. Oh, it is difficult, these surprises from the past but you were right. His past has made him what he is today and I love him so I must accept them. Thank you for keeping an eye on me," and she gave me a kiss.

"They look so alike don't they," I said, "I can't believe that nobody's noticed."

"Well, I suppose that you don't think about it do you, not if you don't suspect. You wouldn't have suspected would you if it hadn't been for Gianna?"

"No I don't suppose I would." Now her mood lightened.

"Jo, I feel so happy now he's found Guy. I think it's going to be all right don't you?"

I smiled at her. She is always a fountain of optimism when she's happy. Sadly, she's the opposite when she's sad! 

I think we both made an effort that evening for dinner to be special and thankfully all our recipes turned out OK. Both of them kept complementing us on the food. It was amazing really, the change in Guy. From a shy young boy he had turned into a confident young man. Finding himself had changed him radically. He was so much like his father. I suppose that now he had acknowledged Mike he could actually be like him, be himself, instead of, sort of, hiding it. I must admit it made me very excited, not just sexually, but in every way. I was so lucky wasn't I? I loved Mike in the way I've described and now I had a younger version of him to love truly, romantically, just like Lena loved Mike.

There was only one cloud on the horizon that evening: what would Guy's response be to sharing me with Mike, his father after all, and with Lena, his stepmother! Not to mention the possibility of sharing him with Lena who couldn't wait to get her hands on him. Don't worry, I didn't mind that, I perfectly understood how she felt, I couldn't wait to get my hands on him again tonight – I hoped he was up to it!

Look, I'm going to hand back to Lena for a while so she can tell you how Mike felt, he told her later before they made love. I'll return and tell you about my first night with Guy.

As always, please vote and comment!! PLEASE!! I will be pleased to respond to comments that contain an address.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 09.02



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!

There is some repetition here as Lena tells the tale from her perspective. It's one of the problems that occur when using different 'voices' to tell the story so I apologise in advance. I have tried to cut it down.)

Caroline's tale:

Lena's view and lovemaking at the Villa.

Hi, me again. Phew, what an evening that was. It's nice that I can tell you how both Mike and I felt about what happened, and his lovemaking that evening. I'm going to go over everything again so you can see how it affected Mike and me.

Well you can imagine how Mike and I were that afternoon. We couldn't wait to get back and find out what had happened. All afternoon we were talking about it, wondering how Jo would be if he left, how she and he would be if he stayed. I must admit it was a tense afternoon but Mike was wonderful really. We strolled along the promenade in Stresa watching the young couples holding hands.

"Aren't they lovely," he said looking at them. "I love it here this time of the year. They're all so young, so in love." He sighed. Oh dear, he was getting maudlin again, his age I suppose.

I hugged him tight, "Well," I said as I kissed him, "I love it too and you are in love too aren't you?"

He smiled at me and nodded.

"Well then, don't be silly." The I reached up and whispered in his ear, "I bet none of those girls get as good as I do!"

He laughed, "Perhaps not," he said then he got really sad, "but they get it far more often and will for longer won't they!"

Oh, how to deal with this? I dragged him to an empty seat and sat close to him. "Don't say that," I said, "remember what you said. We have to take things as they come, remember. We have as long as we have together, let's just enjoy that. Are you still upset about yesterday?" I asked thinking this was what was pulling him down.

"I suppose I am," he said sadly, "but that's all in the past," and he looked at me. "You don't have to worry you know, about Gianna that is. I am fond of her but I don't love her any more: well I suppose I do but it's buried deep inside. I love you now, truly, totally, and deeply."

Oh how he could read me. He'd seen hadn't he. I began to get tearful, I'd let him down again, not trusted his love. "I'm so sorry," I said, "I try but I can't help it. I love you so much I'm frightened all the time that I'll lose you. All those years I didn't know you, things happening, oh it frightens me." I hugged him tight, I didn't care what people thought. "I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Shush," he said gently, "I understand. It frightens me sometimes, all that 'past' but it's not really that that's making me low. I am sorry Lena, but it's Guy, Guy and Jo."

I was suddenly worried. "What do you mean?"

He smiled, "Oh not what you think. I'm not worried about them together, I hope they make it this afternoon, I rather think they will. I have lots of confidence in Jo. It's just that, well, to have Guy there, my son with Joanna, whom I love and not be able to call him son. Do you understand Lena? I'm sorry if I seem a bit maudlin but it is difficult to deal with, having him so close, particularly at this time. It didn't seem to matter quite so much before but now . . . Oh god I wish he knew," he said with such depth of feeling.

There wasn't anything I could do other than hold him but now I became determined that I would try to do something. Oh I knew it was dangerous but this was so bloody unfair. Unfair on all of us but particularly on him. He didn't deserve this did he, he'd paid for his selfishness for years. He didn't need to go on paying. I was determined to talk to Jo about it to see what we could do. Luckily, as it turned out, I didn't need to do anything, it was sorting itself out.

"I'm not happy with this," I said, "it's not fair on you. Why is Gianna so firm about him not knowing?"

"I think she's ashamed really. I know Silvio deserted her but she was still married to him so she feels she's let him down. You've got to understand her Lena. Her background is rural Italy, especially the south. It's all religion and duty, certainly for a woman. It's changed a bit now but 30 years ago it was very much like that and that's how she was brought up." He looked at me and smiled. "I don't blame her really. I did 'trick' her didn't I. I shouldn't have made her pregnant like that but, there you are, that's all in the past." He took a deep breath, "I'll have to deal with it won't I. Come on, let's have a coffee and I'll try and cheer up."

So we did and he did as well. We shopped and sat, sat and shopped for the rest of the afternoon until about 5:30 then we walked back to the villa, quite a long walk really, over half an hour.

When we got back Jo and Guy were nowhere to be seen. "Perhaps they're still in bed," I said laughing.

"Well his car's still here so that's OK."

"I'll go and make some coffee." So I went into the kitchen to rustle up a drink. It took me longer because I had to open some new coffee then I spilt it all and had to clear it up. I heard Guy and Jo come downstairs, then, I assumed Mike, go upstairs, then I heard the front door. By now I was wondering what was happening but I wasn't worried. Jo and Guy were still here and they must have been upstairs when we got back. That had to be good news. So I was surprised to find Jo in such a state when I took the coffee in.

I found her sitting on the settee in tears, quietly sobbing.

"Oh shit Jo, what's happened? He didn't leave did he?" I said rushing over to her.

"No," she said stopping her tears. "Oh Lena, so much has happened. Come into kitchen." 

We both hurried into the kitchen and sat at the dining table. I put my arm round her and shushed her. "It's all right Jo. Tell me what happened. It's all right."

She rested her head on my shoulder just like I did with her when I was in trouble and she told me what had happened. Jo has already written about this so I'll just say how I felt. I was happy to comfort her, she'd done I so often for me and I was certain that he would return. How could he not after the experience of the afternoon? So I just cuddled and listened. As we finished speaking I wanted to try and take her mind off of what had happened so I made sure she was busy with dinner. It was supposed to be special tonight but we couldn't start anything until everybody was here because of the recipes. 

I was pottering about when I heard the door close downstairs. I hope that's Guy I thought, for Jo's sake. Then he walked in the kitchen, straight up to her, grabbed her in his arms and kissed her. Do you know he looked just like a younger version of Mike. It was uncanny how much he had changed in such a short time. He looked confident and assured.

"Hello darling one," he said to Jo as he kissed her. Just the sort of thing Mike would say. I just stood there with my mouth open; then he came over to me and kissed me full on the lips, something he'd never done before. Oh, I'd done it to him on a few occasions, embarrassing him no end, but he'd never started it like this. It was nice and I soon noticed that it wasn't a platonic kiss either. I must admit I was a bit taken aback really, lost for words and that IS unusual.

He turned back to Jo smiling warmly at her. "I've sorted it out Jo. My mother is wrong, I'm sure," he said confidently, "No one will find out anything from any of us so why should my father and I suffer, you two shouldn't either." He laughed and looked back at me, "Certainly not such a lovely step-mother." He was so assured; you could almost imagine Mike standing there. 

Well, by now I was back in control of myself so I smiled sexily at him and said, licking my lips, "Kiss me again like that and I'll show you something not many step sons experience."

"Lena, leave him alone. He's mine," Jo said then added softly to me, "for now."

At that moment Mike came into the kitchen. "What no dinner yet," he said laughing. Immediately sensing something was happening he looked at Jo then at me, "What?" he said nervously. He saw Guy and looked even more worried.

Then Guy spoke, "It's nothing father," he said looking directly into Mike's eyes, "I was just teasing them."

I looked at Mike and he went as white as a sheet. I rushed to his side as he almost collapsed. Oh god, I thought, don't let anything be wrong. To be honest I hadn't really noticed what Guy said. Mike's reaction had banished everything from my mind. I was struggling to hold him up, his legs seemed to have given way and he looked so shocked. Then Guy rushed to support him, "Oh I'm sorry father, I wanted to surprise you." At that moment I realised what Guy had said earlier and what he said now. He said 'father'. Oh hell, he's decided to tell Mike he knows. Yes, you guessed it, I started to worry, not much yet because I was worried about Mike.

Mike seemed to gather himself and grabbing hold of Guy tightly resting his head on Guy's shoulder. He was crying. That started Guy off, and I couldn't stop myself I was so happy for Mike. The Jo started crying as well. Somehow we all managed to get Mike back to the lounge and sit him down. I sat next to him. I was so worried about him. This was a major shock for him, a good one I know, but still a shock. To show I loved him I held his hand tightly in mine, I was there for him. He looked very shaken but he composed himself. He turned to Guy, "Son," he said. He said it softly, as if he enjoyed the sound of the word, "son, you don't know how much I've wanted to say that word to you. My boy, come here and hug your father," and he held out his arms.

So Guy hugged Mike who began to cry again. I think that it was getting too much for him. I put my arms round both of them, so did Jo. Here was the man I loved holding his son. I felt so, so happy for him but I still had that little worry about his past. After a while we all calmed down and the two men sat looking at each other. 

I won't go over what was said then, Jo has covered it, only to say that it was a funny afternoon and evening really. So much happened so quickly I think it took us all a while to take it in completely. After dinner we chatted and laughed about it all. All through the evening I was getting hotter and hotter thinking about Jo and Guy and I knew I wanted Mike later but I could see that both men were emotionally drained, Mike in particular. Jo looked pretty hot as well, hardly able to keep her hands off Guy.

"Mike," I whispered as they were engaged with each other, "do you want me tonight?"

He smiled at me, "Why precious, do you want me?" he whispered back. 

"Mmm," I said smiling at him, "a lot."

"Then I'm yours to command," he said.

Jo heard him, "Command?" she said.

He smiled at her, "Yes, command," he said. The looking at me with a hangdog expression he said, "Oh dear, I have to perform tonight. I suppose I'll have to force myself," then he laughed. I poked my tongue out at him (insurance for later!) and pouted. Jo laughed but Guy seemed embarrassed and somewhat taken aback.

Jo looked at him and I could see she made a decision. "I hope you're not going to let the side down tonight," she said to him. She had decided, I'm sure, to bring sex out into the open so he would be used to talking about it. It was a risky thing to do but I'm pleased to say that Guy proved to be his father's son again.

He looked at his father, "Oh dear dad, it's a pain isn't it, having to perform all the time," and he laughed.

Jo took his head in her hands and kissed him, "You wait till I get you into bed," she said sternly.

We all laughed then she said to me, "Come on Lena, let's get ready. Our men can use the small showers."

Guy looked a bit bemused and I heard Mike say to him as we climbed the stairs, "You'll have to get used to those two Guy." Then more seriously, "The three of us have always been very open about sex . .," and then we went into the shower room.

We had a nice shower and I asked Jo to give me an enema just in case. I didn't really mind what we did tonight, I just wanted him. I suppose I was being selfish really. I wanted him to confirm his love for me, to show how much he loved me. So I felt very wanton but a bit sad as well. I was still worried about the effect of Guy acknowledging him and even more so about Gianna. I didn't let Jo see any of this, she was so happy, looking forward to a night with Guy.

"Shall I give you an enema?" I asked her.

"I don't think he'll want me there yet," she said, "and it's probably too early to introduce him to my bottom. He might think I'm a loose woman," she laughed. Then she thought a bit, "Perhaps I should, just in case. I wouldn't want him to think I didn't like it."

So I gave her an enema too so she was ready for him there if it came to it then I showed her the two housecoats I'd bought in town this afternoon. They were silk and had lovely Chinese designs on them. "I didn't think we ought to float about the house naked, at least until Guy's used to us, so I got these. Aren't they lovely?"

She put hers on. "Oh yes," she said, "and the silk is so sexy isn't it?"

"Mmm," I said, "come on, time to get at it!"

I went into our bedroom and found Mike sitting on the little two seater sofa we had in there. He had his pyjama trousers on which is usually an indication that he doesn't want sex straight away but he had said yes so is thought he probably wanted to talk first.

"You look lovely," he said using his eyes to caress me, "come and sit with me." So I sat next to him and cuddled up. He put his arm round me and held me to him. "Are you OK," he asked concerned.

"Mmm," I said but it must have not sounded very convincing.

"What is it precious, come on tell me."

Well I know I made this vow to myself not to worry about his past but I couldn't stop doing it. And now he was asking me. I knew I had to tell the truth, if you start lying to the one you love you never stop do you.

I held him tightly and spoke softly to him. "I'm so sorry Mike, especially after today, but I was so worried about you. I thought you were ill, you know, when Guy called you father. Then you were so happy. It's selfish of me to worry like I do." I reached up and caressed his cheek. "I love you so much you see, and it frightens me, frightens me that all your past, past that I don't know, is there sort of pulling you back."

He kissed me tenderly, "I understand," he said softly, "it must be difficult for you. So much of my life you don't know about." He was tender now, caressing my cheek, stroking my hair, "But you don't have to worry about that you know, that's all behind me."

"What did you talk about with Guy, you know, while we were making dinner?"

He smiled, "Oh about why he suspected I was his father, about his brothers, about Silvio and about his mother." He must have felt me tense up ever so slightly when he mentioned Gianna. You see I was still jealous of her, it was eating away at me and I suppose it was the real cause of all my worries at the moment. 

"What is it sweetheart? It's Gianna isn't it?"

I sobbed, "Oh Mike I can't help it. Believe me I try. I promised myself I wouldn't but I can't help it." I cried into his shoulder. "She's so lovely isn't she, and she's, she's . . ." I couldn't say it but I thought it, 'she's nearer your age'. This made me even worse.

". . . nearer my age," he said holding me away from him and looking in my eyes.

I nodded, still crying. It was so painful, hurting him like this. I wanted to die just then, to stop hurting him. "Oh Mike, I'm so sorry, so, so, sorry. I'll go, I'm no good for you if I keep doubting you like this."

He pulled me to him and held me so tight I thought he would crush me. "I'll never let you go," he said, "you couldn't get away, I'd follow you and bring you back. You've got to stop tearing yourself apart like this Lena." He held me at arms length again and looked into my eyes again.

"Yes, she is still lovely," he said sadly, "possibly even lovelier now and yes, I still want her and, if it wasn't for Silvio, I would probably be with her now. But you must understand Lena, I love YOU, only you." Then he thought for a while. "There's an old Cilla Black song, you probably don't know it but it goes,

'You're my world, you are my night, my day

You're my world, you're every breath I take

And if our love ceases to be

It's the end of my world for me.'

I know it's not fantastic poetry and a bit soppy," he said smiling, "but it says how I feel." He held me very still, "That is how I feel about you, you are my world, you are everything. You must believe that. Jo, Gianna, even Guy are nothing next to you. I'd sacrifice everything for you Lena, everything. Do you understand Lena, everything!"

He was so intense it was almost frightening. His fingers were digging into my arms as he held me, his emotion was raw, painful. It was then, suddenly and after all this time, that I finally realized how strong his love was and I wondered whether mine could match his. What a power I had! My heart went out to him, this wonderful man. I mustn't doubt him any more!

I looked at him and said very seriously, no tears now, "I do understand now. I've hurt you again! I'm being unfair, childish and possessive," I said to him. 

I grew up then.

I had thought I was grown up before but I realised now that I was still a child really and my love for him was a juvenile love. Jo was right, it could so easily have turned into a selfish love but not now. Now I knew, I had grown up.

"I love you," I said firmly, confident now, "and it isn't a selfish love, it was but it never will be again. I won't be jealous of your past any more because I have your future. I don't think I realised until now just what real love was about." He went to speak. "No," I said stopping him, "let me finish. But I do now. I'm sorry for my doubt. I won't doubt you any more, no more tears, no more worry." I smiled, "I've grown out of those feelings."

He looked at me with 'those' eyes, devouring me, enjoying the love shining out of my eyes, then he held me close. He knew now, too, that it was all right. I realised then that I had probably taken some of the pleasure out of Guy calling him father so I wanted to find out how he felt without me dragging him down.

"Mike," I said thoughtfully, snuggling up to him. "what was it like Guy calling you 'father'? You don't mind me asking do you?"

"Of course not. Well, it took my breath away actually. That's why I nearly collapsed. I didn't know what to think, to feel, then he said it again and I knew I hadn't misheard the first time. Oh Lena, can you imagine all those years pretending he was 'like' a son to me when I knew he was my son and I couldn't acknowledge him. It all hit me in one go when he called me father. How did he know, was he pleased, did he even like being my son, really? I was a bit, well, bollixed I suppose. The emotion of it all made me cry, then all I wanted to do was hold him."

"He seemed different somehow, after he came back."

"Yes, he did. I can only suppose that all those years of having to pretend, not let me know he knew, affected how he behaved. Once he put all that behind him his true self could come out." He smiled, "He really is like me," he said proudly, "isn't he Lena?"

I smiled too, at his pleasure, "Yes," I said, "he's like a younger version of you. Even more so now, he even says things that you might say, you know, when you were messing about earlier."

He looked at me with those lovely blue/grey eyes boring into me, "You want him don't you?" He wasn't playing now, he was being deadly serious. You see, I did want him, how couldn't I, he was a young Mike after all and I loved Mike didn't I. I couldn't lie to him, not over this, not now, so I took a deep breath and hoped he'd understand. 




Caroline Ch. 09.02



"Yes," I said rather sadly because I was sad that I wanted him. It meant I betrayed Mike and I didn't want to do that but, well I did fancy him and I couldn't change that could I? "I do want him." Then I hugged Mike tightly. "I don't want to lie to you but he's so like you, especially now. Sitting in there looking at the two of you, oh Mike, I don't know how anybody could not see he was yours. He's more like you than Bernardo is like Silvio. Can you understand?" I began to get a bit tearful, I thought I was betraying him again, just like over Gianna.

He held me back tightly, "Oh darling one," he said in that lovely way of his, "amata. I wouldn't have believed you if you said you didn't. He's young, he's handsome," he laughed, "he's virile – four bloody times in the afternoon and he's still going tonight. He's almost everything I'm not."

I punched him, punched him hard. "He's not," I said vehemently, "he's not you! And I love you. I don't love him, I just fancy him. He might be a younger version of you and that's what makes him so attractive to me, but he could never replace you."

"Thank you sweetheart. You know you can make a man feel good." He bent and kissed me, "I love you," he said and we held each other.

We sat like that for a while, just enjoying the feeling of holding each other and loving each other. I think I must have gone to sleep in his arms because I was woken by his soft breath on my ear and his teeth tenderly nibbling my earlobe.

"Wake my pretty one," he whispered as he nibbled away. I pulled away from him sleepily and he smiled tenderly at me. A smile with just a hint of mischief. "Sleeping on the job," he said starting to laugh, "I was under the impression that I was going to 'perform' tonight."

Honestly I had completely forgotten about sex while we talked. The strong emotions I had felt sort of washed away the idea but now, well, he had brought it up hadn't he? And he was certainly interested, his hand slid into the folds of my housecoat and began to gently caress my breast.

"Mmm, that's nice," I said, "I'm awake now. Will you kiss me?"

He didn't need asking twice. He bent his head and we kissed. Strangely it wasn't a really sexy kiss, we didn't seem to need that. It was more a kiss saying sorry and I love you. He was still stroking my breast so that was good as I parted from our kiss and whispered, "Kiss them, please."

He was only to happy to oblige, parting my housecoat and lowering his head to take one nipple in his mouth. He sucked, as usual quite hard, but not too hard – not any more! Then to the other side, this time a soft and gentle bite and pull. It was heavenly because all the time his hand continued to caress my boobs as he used his mouth. He seemed quite happy doing this, it was something different for us, sitting together like this, I liked it.

I turned a bit to make it easier for him to get at my boobs and started to run my hand through the hairs on his chest. With my other hand I stroked his back. Pretty soon I decided I needed to investigate his manhood and, sure enough, it was sticking up and ready to go. I eased it through the fly on his jim-jams and started to lightly masturbate him; not too hard, I wanted him tonight and he wasn't Guy was he. He seemed to enjoy this as he kept attending to my tits, now underneath really winding me up. 

Then I wanted him in my mouth so I pulled away and said, "I want to suck you, swallow your cock," and I knelt in front of him. I used both hands to hold him then I eased his balls out as well. He slid forward and opened his legs, "Don't you dare cum in my mouth," I said, "I need you to love me tonight, love me completely." He knew what that meant, he was to have my mouth, my pussy, and my bottom.

"Oh hell Lena, I'll try not to but stop when I stop."

I knew this and I would be sure to do so but I was going to get his erection deep in my throat, deeper that it had ever been before. It's funny really, I felt as if I wanted to be used, no abused, by him. I suspect it was guilt about putting him through all that pain about the past. I knew however, that he would never do that to me again, even if I asked him, so I would have to do it myself and swallowing him was all I could do. I should have known that he wouldn't allow me to do that, even if I wanted to.

I measured his penis with my hands, holding him tightly. I've always found that he enjoys me holding him tightly like that but he doesn't cum. I continued to wank him then bent to take him in my mouth, only the head at first, gently sucking and probing the little hole with my tongue. I got some pre-cum as a reward. As always he took deep breaths as I did this, controlling his feelings. Now I took more of him, feeling him hitting the back of my mouth: time to swallow although it would be difficult. I held his hardness gently and began to work him down my throat. It was difficult but I managed to get almost all down before, because of the angle, I gagged and spluttered.

"Hell, Lena. You don't have to do that," he said and pulled away.

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes from gagging, "I want to," I said, "I owe it to you."

He smiled. He knew where I was coming from. "You don't owe me hurting yourself," he said seriously, "and I said I'd never hurt you again like that. So we stop that now. Come up here and kiss me."

So I knelt up and he kissed me tenderly before sitting back in the sofa and saying, "Stand up and let me look at you." So I stood, housecoat open, as he looked at me. "Take it off," he said softly.

I let it slip from my shoulders and I could almost feel his eyes stroking my body. He motioned me to move nearer and when I did his hands wandered up and down my body, stroking boobs then across tummy to my pussy.

"Come closer," he said throatily. When I did he reached behind for my bottom and pulled my pussy onto his face and started to use his tongue. I was already wet and this made me wetter, and it made my legs turn to jelly. I put my hands on his head to hold myself up and he must have realised how unsteady I was. 

He pulled away and said, "Turn round and sit on me."

Ooohhh, so exciting. We'd not done this before. Where did he want me, front or back. Front, he hadn't used any KY. So I turned round and bent to sit on him. Before I could do so he held my buttocks and buried his tongue in between the cheeks of my bottom, sliding it across my anus. This almost caused an orgasm, it was bloody marvellous. He didn't do it for long thankfully, my legs wouldn't have stood it. He just eased me down towards his standing prick.

"Guide it in," he said and I reached done and held his erection at the entrance to my vagina. Then I sat back. It was tremendous, breath rushed from my body, driven by his lovely cock, as I sank backwards and downwards onto him. This was great; a wonderful feeling of fullness. He reached round me front and began to massage my boobs, tweaking nipples and squeezing gently. One hand moved down and started to stroke my clitoris as he moved slowly in and out of my sex. I leant right back on him and turned my head, searching for his mouth: soon found to kiss and exchange tongues.

He couldn't move very much so I started to bounce up and down on him bringing a gorgeous orgasm washing over me. As I came he held me tightly down and, oh so tenderly, pinched my clit. That had the effect of prolong my climax for even longer.

I came down from my high I and could feel him still in me. It's a lovely feeling. I remember him telling me that when he was young he used to be able to get hard again inside a woman after he had cum, unfortunately he couldn't do it now. It must be wonderful to feel a cock hardening again after filling you with cum, especially in your bottom. But I had him in me now and it felt wonderful. I eased myself off finally and stood in front of him.

"Was that good precious," he said smiling at me.

I smiled back, "Mmm," I said, "it was good and different. Where did you learn that?"

He laughed, "It just came to me."

I reached down, pulled him up to me then over to the bed where I pushed him backwards onto it then lay next to him. He hugged me, "Now it's my turn," he said, "lay back. I want to kiss you all over."

I smiled up at him, "Say that song you said earlier," I said, "I liked it."

He kissed me then he whispered in my ear,

'You're my world, you are my night, my day

You're my world, you're every breath I take

And if our love ceases to be

It's the end of my world for me.'

"That's lovely," I said and it was. I felt, well I don't really know how I felt. Warm, loved, wanted, valued, sexy, it's so difficult to put these feelings into words. After this he kissed my mouth, my eyes, all over my face then on to my boobs. Not long there before he got to my pussy. He seemed eager to taste me tonight, to use his tongue to please me. It was nice as he licked my pussy lips then opened them to lick the inside. He sucked my clitoris before moving right down to my anus, forming his tongue into a small penis to enter me there. I was enjoying this but I really wanted him inside me again. I wished he had two cocks so he could have me front and back at the same time but he hadn't had he. 

"Please put it in me," I said to him, "please. I don't mind where, I just want to feel you inside me."

He moved between my legs and, as usual, took his weight on one arm whilst the other pointed his erection at my pussy. Next the slow insertion of his penis, half in then out, then back in a little bit further each time. Heaven. Soon he was fully inside me and he began to make love to me properly, back and forth. My legs gripped his waist and my hands his buttocks to pull him in even more. Trouble was I felt empty at the back and I wanted him there as well. I felt he should have all of me after I'd been so horrible to him so I whispered, "Please don't cum." 

He didn't say anything, just carried on moving in me sometimes side to side, then up and down, then in circles. I came, a glorious orgasm that made me cry out. He didn't stop as I climaxed but kept on inside me making the orgasm last for ages. But I wanted more. I wanted him in my bottom, deep in my back door, and to feel his essence filling my bowels.

"How do you want my bottom," I asked him in a deep husky voice, "take it any way you want, I don't mind. Hurt me if you want to." I was getting carried away and, unfortunately, this was too much for him.

"Slow down Lena, I don't want to hurt you, I want to make love to you, to your bottom."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I feel so rotten about earlier. I deserve to be punished, and not in our usual way either. I deserve to be hurt."

"You can never deserve that," he said, "but you do deserve to be loved. Turn over."

I turned face down and I felt him behind me, his erection bouncing on my bottom. He opened my legs and started to rim my anus, his tongue washing all round the tight ring before pushing inside. His fingers were playing with my sex at the same time and I was rapidly reaching my third orgasm. He put some KY on my bottom hole and inside and moved away. Then he closed my legs and I felt him on top of me, his hardness pressing at my anus, the head having to prise apart my bottom cheeks to get there. This was a different position. I remembered it from that terrible/exciting Sunday, it hurt then. He was going to punish me. I was pleased, I wanted to be punished for being so horrible.

As he pushed forward (he must have put KY on himself) I tightened as usual. He waited for me to loosen but I didn't. I decided to resist him so he would have to hurt me to take my bottom. He didn't push past my resistance but leant forward and whispered, "I won't hurt you, you know. If you don't relax and stop being silly you won't get it inside you."

He meant it, he wouldn't hurt me like this, even if I wanted him to and I did want him inside me so I relaxed. Perhaps it would hurt like this anyway? He pushed himself halfway into my back door then pulled back, then a bit further in. He was making love to my bottom like he did in front, gently, slowly. There was no hurt at all, quite the reverse. Soon he was balls deep in my bottom hole but still gentle. I think that with my legs together like this I was tighter for him, he certainly felt bigger like this. And the angle was strange as well. Of course, no pain, no hurt, just pleasure as he began to bugger me, slowly and firmly. He lasted a long time considering and I had a small anal orgasm before I felt him start to build for his. He speeded up a little and thrust a little harder as he neared his release. Then the final thrust, deepest yet, and the feel of his liquid hitting my insides. So my orgasm started and I clenched the cheeks of my bottom, squeezed my anus and my rectum tight. Now I could feel why this position was good for him. He suddenly felt enormous in my rear and his essence was hitting my insides like tiny bullets. I could almost hear him roaring, indeed he bent his head and bit my neck quite hard, just like a stallion on a mare. He also seemed to cum for ages as his cream eased his movement in my rectum even more.

Finally he was finished. Oh that he could get hard again in there, I thought but he couldn't. I felt him soften and finally be expelled by my bottom.

I turned to him, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Bloody marvellous," he said. Then he looked at me sternly. "You don't have to punish yourself Lena. It wasn't your fault you know, how you felt. It's quite natural that you should be worried. I told you once before that I will never hurt you again like that and I meant it."

I looked a bit shamefaced I suppose, "I'm sorry but I was nasty to you, doubting you when I shouldn't. I felt guilty and I needed to be punished. I should have known you better."

He smiled, "Doesn't matter, all forgotten. Now give me a hug." So I did and we lay down together.

"I wonder how Jo and Guy are getting on," he said smiling. "Come on, let's squeeze in the little shower together then go to sleep. It's been a long day!" So we did and now Jo is going to tell you how she did get on with Guy!

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 09.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Joanna's Tale, 07:

Jo and Guy – their first night.

Hello again, Lena asked me to write about my first night with Guy. Well, my first thought as we went upstairs to shower was how many times can he manage it tonight. I wanted it to be a bit more controlled now. This afternoon I had let him have his way, as it were, and I didn't really have any tremendous orgasms although they were good. I was concentrating so much on not frightening him away that I couldn't relax and enjoy myself. Now he was different. I don't think he'd run away now, now he had, sort of, found himself – he was too much like his father.

I hoped he could manage it at least twice. That would make six times in a day, phew! When Lena asked me about and enema and would I take him there I wasn't sure about that either. I was certain he had seen some adult films so he must be aware of anal sex but it was a bit early in his experience to ask me for that. I didn't want to broach it with him, oh I wanted him there of that there is no doubt, but I didn't want him to think I was that forward, so I wasn't sure. In the end, taking the enema and being prepared seemed to be the safest option just in case. If he was bold enough to ask for anal sex at least I'd be ready. If I refused because I wasn't ready he might think I didn't like it!

The housecoats were lovely, silky and oh so sexy against my skin. By the time I got to the bedroom door I was quite hot and wondering how he would be. This was a first for him, waiting for a woman to come to him for sex, I expected him to be excited.

I opened the bedroom door and was surprised to see him sitting on the small sofa we had in there. He'd found a pair of Mike's silk boxers and they covered him. I had a little worry because he didn't look excited, not at all. He was just staring into space and I had to cough to get his attention. He turned to look at me, "You're beautiful," he said, "I'm sorry. I had to do some exercises to stop from, errr, from, errr, you know, thinking about you."

He was so sweet, "You were going to cum just thinking about me?" I asked smiling.

He smiled back, "Yes, sitting here waiting for you is very exciting."

"Well I'm here now," I said.

He came over, held me, and kissed my lips. A lovely soft kiss that said so much. Then he stepped away and undid the tie on my housecoat. "Can I just look at you. I want to have this memory of you forever, our first night together," he took a deep breath and looked at me earnestly, "the first of many, I hope."

He stepped backwards and I slipped the housecoat off my shoulders and stood naked in front of him. Just like his father, his eyes seemed to caress my body making me feel more real, more alive. I turned for him to show him by bottom, my back, and I leant forward slightly in that sexy pose. Finally I turned back to face him.

"Oh my god," he said, "so lovely. I've never seen a woman as lovely as you Joanna."

I smiled at him and said, "Now it's your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, your turn. Take those off and let me look at you. I want to remember you too."

He was a little shy now. I suppose it's more difficult for men, you've got this bloody great muscle sticking out in front showing everyone how you feel. He looked down, and he did have a bloody great muscle sticking out in front, took a deep breath and stepped out of the boxers. Then he stood for a moment before turning round just like I did. He had a lovely bottom! Tightly muscled with great buttocks. I suddenly had this tremendous desire to explore his bottom but I put that on the back burner for the future. I know Lena has experimented with Mike there and he loves it so I would try Guy later. He finally got round to facing me again and his lovely cock was sticking up proudly, I had to have it so I walked over and sat on the bed, beckoning him over. I was going to examine his penis now, suck it and swallow a portion of his semen. I was going to start his 'training', start teaching him control because afterwards he was going to get to know my pussy intimately. More training!

He walked the few steps over to me, his erection bouncing up and down sexily. It was really hard and now I had the chance to measure it properly, not worried he was going to get scared. He stopped in front of me, his hard muscle level with my face and I looked up at him – he had no chance at all did he? 

"I'm going to examine you," I said licking my lips, "so I can remember what it looks like when you fuck me." I was using this language on purpose. I do quite like it really and I wanted him to feel at ease hearing it and using it, not as swearing but as good effective words for describing things.

"Do you want me to suck it afterwards?" I asked coyly.

This caused a very deep breath, "Oh hell, yes. Yes please."

"I will," I said, "but you promise not to pull away when you cum. Lena and I don't waste cum," I said smiling at him knowingly, "not like in the films. We want it inside us, so you mustn't stop or pull away, understand." He looked as if he was going to cum that instant, talking like this was obviously very exciting for him.

I smiled up at him, "This is your first lesson in making love to me, you know. By the time I've finished you'll enjoy yourself so much more, and you'll give me so much more pleasure, any woman in fact." Just to remind him about Lena again.

He smiled down, regaining control and composure. "I couldn't ask for a nicer teacher," he said, "or such a beautiful partner."

I laughed, "I certainly don't have to teach you what to say," I said, "you must have got that from your father. He always manages to say the right things." Just to remind him that I was having sex with his father although I couldn't say I wanted to carry on quite yet.

I placed my hands on his erection, one above the other and said, "Now I'm measuring you," I said laughing, "so I can tell Lena."

He seemed shocked, "You tell Lena?" he said.

"Everything, why?"

"Errrm, I don't know really. Is that what girls talk about, boys and sizes and things?"

"Some of the time," I laughed, "but you are special aren't you. She'll want to know every detail of everything we do."

Now he was really shocked. "Oh," he said and I could see the wheels in his head spinning.

I laughed again, "Oh Guy, don't worry about it. At the same time she'll be telling me all about her and Mike. We don't compare, we just enjoy. Now come on, concentrate," I said smiling.

"You are . . . two hands and a very big mouthful," I laughed up at him. "You'd be two hands and big mouthful for Lena because she's got bigger hands than me." That caused a little flutter. He wanted Lena, I could tell that! Now to drive home my relationship with Mike. "Your father is two hands and a big mouthful for me, a mouthful for Lena."

Again he looked shocked. I could see he was beginning to wonder at the depth of my relationship with the other two. Of course he must have 'known' but did he really realise what it meant. Time to 'move on' as it were. To take his mind of this aspect I started to gently masturbate him, softly caressing his penis with my hands. Another deep breath. Next I flicked my tongue and just caught the head as it reappeared from my gently clasping hands.

"Oh hell Jo, I don't think I can stand much of this."

"All part of the training," I said laughing, "what football team do you support?" I suddenly asked as I continued to play with him.

"What?" he said clearly surprised.

"What football team do you support?"

"Errr, oh shit Jo, I don't know, I can't remember."

"Better now? Back in control?"

He smiled down, "Yes, was that it?"

"Yes. Now I'm going to put you in my mouth. I'll be squeezing your balls quite tightly every now and then. Try not to cum too soon, OK."

"Oh hell, Jo I'll try. You can do this forever if you want."

I laughed, "You couldn't last that long, unfortunately," I said as I took the lovely head of his penis into my mouth. By now he was leaking pre-cum, far more that Mike did, he was younger I suppose. I could taste him, and now I could take the time to enjoy it. I used one hand to continue to stroke his cock into my mouth while the other cupped his balls. To be perfectly honest I'd never done this before, I was making it up as I went along! I just wanted him to learn control. Can you imagine, if he can cum 5 or 6 times a day AND control each one he can probably go on for ages, perhaps even enough to wear me and Lena down! So I hoped that squeezing his balls would bring him back from the edge, I know that Lena had done it to Mike and it worked then.

I sucked gently on his erection for quite some time, using my tongue to wash the head, proud now out of it's foreskin. He had a thinnish cock but he was long. I wondered idly as I enjoyed the taste and feel of him, whether Lena would be able to swallow him all. The thought of seeing that actually was quite stimulating and caused me to suck a bit harder and wish I had a third hand to play with my pussy. After a while of doing this, squeezing his balls as I felt him start to move in my mouth I began to 'lollipop' him, licking and kissing his hardness from base to head before sucking again. This caused a major intake of breath and a plaintive, "Oh fuck Jo, I don't think I can hold out much longer."

I took him out and said smiling sexily, "OK, not too much longer. Remember, I want it all in my mouth. When my hand leaves you, you can start to fuck my face, but gently now. When you cum, hold it in my mouth, OK? I'll suck your seed out of you."

"Oh god Jo, yes. Oh fuck!" he managed to say as his hips started to move back and forth. He'd lasted quite a while so now I let him go. Just to make sure he really enjoyed it I reached for his hands and put them on my head so he could hold me there. I like that, provided it's done gently, and he was gentle as he began to fill my mouth with short strokes. Then, "Oh fucking hell, yes," he shouted, (thank god for soundproofing!) and he started to cum. One hand held my head in place, not that I was going to move it, while the other held his spurting penis in my mouth. Considering he had cum four times only a few hours before there was plenty to swallow. As he finished I held the last remains of his sperm in my mouth and stood up to face him. He looked down and I opened my mouth to show him his offering, tangy and the consistency of thick cream, then I swallowed it.

"Kiss," I said and reached up for him. Would he? Would he be willing to taste his own ejaculation on my lips, kiss the mouth that sucked him? It's not too much to ask is it, after you've swallowed a man's seed? He was his father's son all right. He bent his head and kissed me full on the lips and he didn't resist as my tongue parted his lips and found his tongue. Now he could really taste the remains of his orgasm in my mouth. He didn't seem to mind, just revelling in the kiss. I loved the feel of his naked body next to mine and I was ready for his second lesson of the night. I just hoped he hadn't shot his bolt!

I moved away from him and lay back on the bed, "Come and join me now," I said, "for your second lesson." I could see his penis was very soft now, the softest I had seen it. Perhaps he was 'empty' – I hoped not! He joined me on the bed, laying next to me just like his father does, resting his head on one arm looking down at me. It feels nice when he does that. 

"You're very beautiful," he said smiling down at me, "thank you, that was better than I ever imagined."

"Did you imagine me doing it?" I asked laughing.

"Often since we met."

"Who else did you imagine doing it to you?"

He seemed embarrassed now, "Oh, errr, you know, girls."

I wasn't going to let him get away with anything, "What girls, Lena?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

Now he was really embarrassed, "Errr."

I reached up and stroked his cheek, "Don't worry," I said smiling, "I don't mind and I know Lena won't when I tell her."

"Oh, Jo you won't tell her will you!"

I laughed, "So you did, did you. You imagined Lena sucking you?"

He smiled shyly, "Only before I met you," he said.

"She can deep throat," I said smiling up at him, "like in the films." He swallowed, "Have you seen many films?"

"Only a few, my younger brothers have quite a lot and Nardo used to have some." I did think, however, that he was hiding something.

"Well," I said, "Mike's got hundreds. He won't mind if we watch some together."

He seemed shocked, "You watch them?"

"Yes, we both do. Not the really nasty stuff, he doesn't have that sort of thing, but we like the boy girl stuff." I laughed, "It gives us ideas!"

"Will you tell Lena, you know, about me errr. . .?"

"Of course. She likes sucking cock as well, in fact she's a bit better at it than me. She really does swallow it all the way down."

I felt a little twinge on my leg. He was getting excited again. More evidence, if I needed any, that he really fancied Lena. I reached up for him and gave him a kiss, "Come on, this afternoon you said something about kissing me all over." I looked at him coyly, "Do you want to?"

This question resulted in a very deep breath and a twitch from his, still soft, cock. "All over?" he asked.

"Yes, everywhere."

He kissed my lips and then began to kiss my face, my eyes, my nose. Next my neck and my ears and onto my shoulders. Oh heck, I thought, he really is going to go ALL over, he'll take ages. I whispered in his ear, "You can touch me while you're kissing," I said and I took his hand in mine and put it on my pussy. "Explore!" I whispered. This caused another deep breath and a further twitch in his penis which was starting to grow yet again. I couldn't resist touching it so I reached down to gently encourage it's hardness. 

Guy continued to kiss me, by now he'd reached my boobs and was sucking as well as licking my nipples and areole. "The underneath is very sensitive," I said, "kiss me there, please." He did and, at the same time, his fingers discovered the entrance to my vagina and one gently insinuated itself inside. This caused a deep breath from me and a little yelp.

He looked up. "OK," I said, "oh that is so nice. Kiss me there and use your fingers." He did, two now. "Oh yes, yes, but gently, softly."

Now his head began to move down my body across my tummy, all of which he kissed. His fingers were gently masturbating my pussy as I opened my legs to let him in. Sadly he'd moved away so I lost his penis but it was getting quite hard so I was looking forward to a nice long bonk! His tongue prodded into my tummy button and caused an almost orgasm, I'm so sensitive there, and it caused him to look up and say, "Am I doing OK?"

"Oh yes, yes. You can push your fingers in a bit deeper and don't worry if I shout out. It's lovely."

He went back to licking my tummy button and he did push inside my pussy a bit harder and deeper. I came. A good deep orgasm which continued as his mouth moved onto my mons and he began to use his tongue and teeth to play with my pubic hair. I was a bit dazed for a few moments after the orgasm and realized that his mouth was licking my pussy lips around his fingers. He'd missed my clit – time to educate him.

"Guy, Guy," I called softly.

He raised his head to look along at me, his lips wet from drinking my juices. "Guy, look at my pussy."

"Mmm," he said as he looked down, "lovely," and he continued to finger fuck me making it very difficult to concentrate.

I took a deep breath, "See at the top of my pussy, it looks like a little boat. Something is sticking out."

"Mmm," he said again.

Oh god! "That's my clitoris."

"I should lick and suck that shouldn't I?"

"Oh fuck yes," I said almost having another orgasm. Then he sucked it and I did! "Oh god, Guy, suck it gently please, oh fuck, I'm cumming againnnnnnnnn," and I did. This time tremendous. Unfortunately I almost passed out this time, as bloody usual, and Guy left my sex and came up level with me whispering my name.

"Joanna, Joanna, Jo. Are you all right?"

"Mmm," as I came round, "that was GOOD. Are you hard yet?" and I reached down to check. Well he wasn't quite but he hadn't kissed my back or my bottom yet. That would do the job.

"No," I said as I held his semi-hard cock in my hand," you'll have to finish kissing me all over," I said as I turned face down. He seemed shocked for a moment, not moving, then I turned my head towards him and said, "Kiss my back, and my bottom if you want." I had changed hands on his penis and I could feel the effect of mentioning my bottom was to harden him completely. He was definitely a bottom man like his dad. I wasn't going to have him there tonight: I'd promise him that for the future.

He started on my shoulders and worked his way down my back till he reached the swell of my bottom. He was rock hard now but I had to let go as he moved to kiss my cheeks. The feeling of anticipation was tremendous. Would he kiss or lick me there, use his tongue on my tiny little bottom hole? I couldn't wait to find out. He kissed my bottom cheeks all over and then he moved down to the back of my legs. I didn't seem that he was going to kiss me there.

"Guy," I called softly, "Guy." He looked up. "Do you want to kiss between my bottom cheeks. You can if you want to." I was betting he would want to and, sure enough, he did. His tongue started at the bottom of my spine and slid along the length of my bottom crease, across my anus. I jumped and let out a sob. He stopped.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please. Use your tongue on me there."

He didn't need telling twice. He must have seen this because he started to rim my anus pretty well. "Oh god Guy, that is good. Push your tongue inside now."

No hanging back from him, his tongue, rolled like his dad's, tenderly invaded my bottom hole bringing another orgasm. As this passed I turned over and reached for him. "Make love to me now," I said as I opened my legs, "love me."

He bent forward and kissed me long and tender before moving between my legs. I could feel his magnificent erection banging against my leg. "Please put it in now but slowly, slowly." He took his weight as I'd taught him, pointed himself at my vagina and pushed forward slowly. When he got about halfway, well I thought it was halfway, I said, "Stop." He looked stunned. I smiled sexily up at him, "No, not completely," I said smiling, "now pull out then back in. Each time go a little deeper. That's really good for me . . ." Ooohhh, he did and it was good. Then he was completely inside me and beginning to make love to me. My orgasm was on its way so I reached up and pulled him down onto me, kissing him before I whispered in his ear, "Would you like to put it in my bottom?" I expected him to cum and he did, shouting out loudly, "Oh hell, Jo, Jo, Jo," as he pumped what was left of his essence into me. I came as well, reaching my legs round him and holding him in me before we both came down off our high.


He fell sideways off me and I smiled at him, "Did you enjoy that," I asked him.

"Oh Joanna, I've never felt like that before. Tonight, everything, hell, I love you."

"You love my body you mean", I said testing him.

"Yes, I do love your body. It's overwhelming, wonderful, tremendous, fantastic, beautiful but I love you as well, more than your body."

"You lovely man. I love you too." Then the promise. "You didn't answer my question." He looked embarrassed; he knew perfectly well what I meant. "Would you . . .?"

"God, Joanna," he took a deep breath.

"Guy, we have no secrets from each other. If you want to do something you must tell me. Don't be afraid or shy. I can only say no can't I? Now, do you want to put it in my bottom?"




Caroline Ch. 09.03



He looked pretty bleak, "Oh yes Jo, yes I do. That's what I dream of most of all." Then he looked down, embarrassed again, "But, but, well . . ."

I laughed, "I can't really complain can I. You have managed six cums in a day. We can save that for the future. I'm glad you like it there. It's Lena's favourite as well."

He almost collapsed with the thought of that. He was well and truly hooked now. Then the final point, "It's your father's favourite too." Surprisingly he didn't look shocked. "I know," he said smiling, "I found his collection of DVD's," and he cuddled up to me apparently not minding that his father had taken me there.

We cuddled each other to sleep that first night together. I woke before him in the morning, I heard movement in the lounge and looked out. Lena was going into the shower room.

"Lena, wait. I'll come with you." She smiled and waited and we showered together. Now it's funny I know but I always fancy Lena something awful after sex with a man. Sometimes she's the same and I think we would have enjoyed each other in the shower but we heard the men downstairs. We quickly showered and I said to her, "This afternoon?"

She smiled sexily at me and nodded 'yes' but then looked concerned, "What about Guy?" she asked.

This was the crunch point really. I suppose it had to be faced and it might as well be faced early in our relationship. I was fairly certain he was hooked, I loved him I knew and I was sure he loved me. And he loved my body and I'd promised him my bottom but I was still unsure.

"Lena, I'm not sure about this. Last night was great, he even licked my bottom hole. I promised he could have it soon but I don't know how he will take us together."

"Shall I ask Mike. Guy is his son after all, and he is like Mike. You drag Guy out to sunbathe after breakfast and I'll talk to Mike. Come on, let's make breakfast. Remember, we're out to dinner tonight."

So after breakfast I dragged Guy out and left Lena with Mike. Lena and I know Mike started this story and you haven't heard much from him but this is important so he's going to take over and talk about his discussion with Guy.

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To be continued



Caroline Ch. 10.01



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Mike takes up the tale again! He repeats his story of the affair with Gianna to Guy. So there is some repetition here but it is from a different perspective. Again, a problem occurring with the use of different 'voices' but necessary for the development of the characters and the story. This chapter has a superficial examination of jealousy and love. Are they part and parcel of the same emotion? I don't think so (sorry!)! It is quite important because it lays down the basis for later liaisons.

Mike's tale: Mike explains to Guy.

(No sex)

Well, what a story eh. Who would have believed all this would happen. I certainly couldn't. I had to keep pinching myself to prove I wasn't dreaming, and even then I wasn't sure. What a woman Lena is, I love her so completely it's overwhelming. The baby, the marriage, hell is it really happening to me?

Apparently yes! I couldn't help but keep thinking about that stupid song from the 'Sound of Music' – 'Something Good'!

Lena's told you how I felt about Guy acknowledging me and now the only thing which could dent our happiness was his failure to understand my and Lena's relationship with Jo. To be honest, while I do love Jo in a kind of way, I wouldn't mind losing her to Guy, her happiness is paramount. He is a good man, of that I'm sure. Uncertain, innocent and a touch naïve, but good. I would miss her in bed but then I had Lena didn't I and, to be perfectly frank, she was more than enough for a man of my age! The real problem was how Lena would take it. You know from her story how she feels about Joanna. Sister, lover, daughter, friend: Jo was all these things and more and to lose that would deal Lena a severe blow. It would be the same for Jo I think, after all they had been lovers for over five years and known each other as friends for far longer.

So what would happen. I had no doubt that if he made her choose she would choose him but I worried about the cost to them both. I know about selfish love! It eats at you, nibbles at the edges until you begin to hate yourself, even to doubt your love. You need to possess the one you love and, in the end, you destroy that love. She would love him still I knew but would she blame him for making her choose. It may not be conscious but I'm sure it would happen. 

The other thing was, how could we stay around each other? You can't just switch off feelings like that and closeness would mean intense distress for both women. Somehow I had to make Guy understand the issues, what would happen if he did ask her to choose. The problem was, he was young, in experience anyway. Oh very intelligent and with a vast potential for emotional growth, certainly with Jo, but he was naïve. So it would be difficult.

The thing was, Jo looked so happy on that Saturday afternoon when we came home. Not only radiant, a woman sexually replete, but a woman in love. It's strange really, you can almost tell when a woman is in love, she radiates a sort of aura, don't ask me to describe it, I just sort of feel it. Lena is the same, that's how I know the poor girl is as besotted with me as I am with her. The other strange thing about the two of them is that they seem to need to reaffirm their own relationship after they have sex with a man, or in today's case, men. Although Lena hasn't mentioned it, often after our nights of intense passion together, she and Jo would almost always make love together the next day.

I don't know much about how women love each other. I've said earlier that I think that women must have a greater capacity for love than men so perhaps they can deal with it better: and I mean love not sex. Although I know that Jo and Lena do love each other deeply, I'm sure that that love doesn't threaten our love. I actually watched them make love just after we arrived at the villa. I was recuperating. I had to be careful, incidentally, because the operation I had was more serious, and more painful, that I let on to Lena. I knew she would forego the chance of a baby if she thought I would suffer but I didn't want that. It's true what she says, it will help her doubts and fears and it will help mine as well.

Anyway, I watched them making love to each other. It was beautiful. I didn't find it very stimulating sexually despite all these stories about how exciting it can be watching women making love to each other. Their lovemaking was gentle, tender, thoughtful; lots of moving together, holding each other. Almost like a dance. It was full of whisperings, stroking, caressing. They didn't use anything, only their bodies, and they moved together as one, experiencing each other's body. Their orgasms seemed different, not so strong but powerful anyway and celebrated quietly. I suppose it's different with a man, a woman gets impaled doesn't she, always something inside her. I'm sure that's enjoyable but it must be nice not to have to face that occasionally.

This is just by way of explaining what happened that Sunday. Both women had great sex on Saturday night and, all through breakfast, it was obvious that they wanted, probably needed, to be together for that reaffirmation. Thus, I wasn't that surprised when Lena buttonholed me after breakfast while Jo took Guy outside to sunbathe.

"Mike," she said in that way that told me she was serious.

"Yes angel di dio, what is it?"

She smiled, happy always that I used her Italian pet name. "About Jo and me, you know."

I laughed, "You want to 'disappear' for a while together?"

She kissed me, "You don't mind?"

"You know I don't mind."

"It's Guy." I nodded. "Jo's worried about how he will react. She's told him she loves us both, and that she loves him in a different way. Stronger, more complete but she hasn't said she wants to go on being with us. If we go upstairs this afternoon will you speak to him?"

I wasn't sure really. I'd just 'found' my son; to speak to him now about such an important issue would be difficult. And I had to tell him about his mother as well. He mustn't blame her for making him promise so I had to tell him about us. That would be difficult as well. Lena sensed my hesitation and reluctance.

"Oh Mike, if you don't speak to him who will? Jo can't certainly afterwards. If you talk to him while we're upstairs perhaps he'll accept it."

"Does she know how dangerous this will be?"

"Oh yes," she said seriously, "she knows. She told me that if he asks her to choose, she'll choose him. I know we can't stay together and deny that we love each other can we, so she'll have to go away."

Lena was obviously very upset about this and I needed to cuddle her then to let he know she could rely on me. She didn't like people leaving her life and, if Jo went, it would be a major blow at what was an important time. As I sat with her in my arms I began to realise what effects him making her choose would have. With the baby hopefully on the way Jo wouldn't be there to support her. Nor would she be living with us, probably wouldn't be at the wedding. Oh, not through choice but how could she be? I couldn't risk all this happening for fear of the effect on Lena so I had to talk to him, to try to get him to understand.

"I'll speak to him," I said, "and I'll tell him about his mother and me. OK?" I knew how much speaking about Gianna worried Lena so I wanted to check it with her.

She pulled away and smiled at me, "I told you last night, I'm grown up now. I don't worry about her any more. I'm looking forward to meeting her again. I know how you feel about her and how you feel about me so it doesn't matter. I've even thought about Jo going away," she said, "and I'm going to be grown up about that too. It's her life, if she chooses him I mustn't be sad. I just want her to be happy," she ended with that wonderful determined look on her face. This was costing her, costing her dearly.

I held her tightly to me, "Let's cross that bridge when we come to it," I said. "Guy is a bright lad. He may be naïve emotionally and inexperienced but I'm sure he can see the obvious. You two go upstairs after lunch. Don't make a big thing of it though. He'll notice Jo's gone and probably ask me about her. That'll give me the start I need." I kissed her, "Enjoy yourselves."

She kissed me back, "Again tonight?" she said.

I smiled, "I'll do my best," I said. Don't get me wrong, Lena is not a nymphomaniac, she just likes sex. As Jo has said, it's like a release for her. If she is worried, like today, she uses sex to release her worries and to affirm her feelings. Even if I can't manage to satisfy her with my penis, my fingers and tongue will do the job!

The rest of the morning was spent lazing in the sun and swimming before a light lunch because we were eating out tonight. As they began to clear away I said quietly to Lena, "Disappear when you're ready," so she whispered to Jo and they drifted upstairs. I heard the shower go and I knew they'd be in the bedroom soon. I pottered in the kitchen while Guy had gone back outside. After a while he came into the lounge where I was sitting with a bottle of wine with two glasses.

"Where's Jo?" he asked. From the tension in his voice I think he knew the answer as he looked around the lounge.

"She's upstairs with Lena." Deep breath, "In bed together."

I could see conflicting emotions on his face, anger, frustration, disbelief, doubt all flashed across his countenance.

"Son," I said to him to get his attention, "sit down and have a drink."

He flopped onto the other settee, "She said she loved me," he said despairingly as he buried his face in his hands. This was the masculine pride showing, his love was with another WOMAN and that added to the difficulty of understanding Jo's need.

Some firmness was therefore required before he began to wallow in self pity, that's a bad place to go – I know, I've been there. "Guy, Guy. Look at me."

He looked up, the emotion raw on his face. "She does love you, you bloody idiot. You know that don't you. Christ, I can see it."

"Why is she with Lena then if she loves me."

"Because she loves Lena as well. Come on Guy, I know she told you she loves Lena, and me for that matter. She hasn't lied to you has she."

He seemed to calm down a little bit but the emotion was still raw, "It hurts so much father. I feel as if I've lost her even before I've really got her. I feel in pain. I love her, I want her, hell, I need her now, new we've done all that. I don't know whether I can cope with this. Her with Lena," he looked up at me, "her with you."

"God," I said, "you should listen to yourself." He looked up at me sharply. "Here you are talking about woman who loves you more than anything else and all you can say is 'I'. Hell Guy, what about her?" He looked at me somewhat shamefaced. He wasn't stupid; he knew what he sounded like now it was pointed out to him.

"Guy, I need you to listen for a while. I need to tell you about your mother and me." 

"You don't have to father," he said looking away

"I do Guy, for her, for Jo, for me, and for you. You need to know the story because it's relevant to today." He looked puzzled. I smiled sadly, "Yes, I know that sounds silly but it is, I assure you."

Now you must know I wasn't going to enjoy this. No man likes talking about his faults, particularly when they were as crass as mine were then but it was something that had to be done. I poured two glasses of wine, took a long draught from mine, and began.

"Now listen," I said, "when Maria was about two Silvio had to go back to Italy to sort out some family business. We knew he'd be away for a few months so it wasn't surprising when he didn't return quickly. After about four months I got a phone call from him out of the blue. He wasn't coming back! Well you can imagine how I felt. He was my best friend, I was his best man. I was also fond of your mother, not in anything other than a platonic sort of way although she was an extremely beautiful woman in her twenties." I smiled wanly at him, "Lets face it, she is now. He couldn't look after your mother or the children, he had no money. He was totally besotted with a young girl, and she was pregnant so he was staying with her. I was absolutely astonished. Anyway, he wanted me to tell your mother. You need to know that your mother was a sort of 'mail order' bride. She came over when she was 18 to marry him and although I suspected she didn't love Silvio she was fond of him and I was sure this would devastate her. 

"So I had to tell her. Guy, she was distraught. I held her tight as she cried and worried about the children." I looked at him through misted eyes as I recalled my feelings on that day: feelings of falling in love.

"I fell in love with her on that day. Desperately and completely. Oh Guy," I had to make him understand, "she was so beautiful, so vulnerable. My heart opened to her. I didn't want to fall in love, it just happened. Over the next few months I saw a lot of her I had to arrange to sell the small café I'd bought with Silvio and to find her somewhere decent to live. She had no money so I had to support her. I fell deeper and deeper in love with her Guy. In the end I couldn't stand to be away from her and I wanted her so badly it was painful." I looked at him, "I know that pain you feel, I remember it so well but Guy, it's all selfishness." A deep breath to control my feelings. "Anyway, to carry on. I continued to 'press my suite' as it were and finally the inevitable happened, she succumbed to my 'charms'," I said wryly, "and we slept together. Over time she fell in love with me, a true, kind and thoughtful, love whereas mine was selfish, possessive and ultimately would have proved destructive.

"She was like a drug to me, I had to get a fix but more than that, I began to need to own, to possess, her so, after about 9 months I decided I wanted to marry her. I asked Patricia for a divorce – she refused. Why I don't know. She must have seen something in me that I didn't realise existed. But that wasn't going to hinder me. I'd divorce her. Then I asked your mother to divorce Silvio. I should have known better. Her background is rural, Catholic, 1960's Italy. For a girl that's marriage and duty. Silvio was her husband. She might love me and not him but that didn't matter, she was married to him. I was angry, angry with both women, but I had a plan.

"I'd make her pregnant. Birth control was up to me so I didn't bother and she fell. She was so ashamed but so pleased at the same time. Ashamed because I was the father and we weren't married but pleased because she could have a child by the man she loved. Work that out!? Women are strange creatures Guy, so much more capacity than we have, capacity to deal with emotions and feelings that seem to contradict. She was still married to Silvio you see. She had a son, you, but she wouldn't even acknowledge me on the birth certificate, the scandal was too great. She loved you Guy, and she always has. More than the others I think, they were all born out of duty, you were born from love. Please don't blame her, it was my fault." I looked at him pleading with my eyes. He was motionless.

"Well, your arrival didn't change her mind and now she wouldn't even sleep with me so I had a vasectomy to prove I couldn't make her pregnant again and we finally got back together. I was living two lives, running two families and both suffered but I didn't care, I was OK. This went on for more than two years and god knows where it would have led but it wasn't to be. One day Silvio phoned me, completely out of the blue. He wanted to come back." Again I looked at him and tried to keep a grip on my feelings. "It's impossible to explain how I felt then, anger, despair, hopelessness, you name it. Because, you see Guy, I knew she would take him back even though she loved me." I had to hold back a sob as the intensity of the emotional memory hit me.

"Oh father," Guy said as he touched my arm. I think he could understand just a bit of those emotions.

"Why, I wanted to know, after nearly 4 years was he coming back. He was in a terrible state. The girl and his daughter had been killed in a car accident and he felt that it was God's judgement on him for leaving your mother so he had to come back." Now I had to choke back the tears. 

Guy came across and knelt in front of me, "You don't have to do this father, I think I understand." I reached down and held him to me, my son, and I began to silently cry. For some reason this was so much more difficult without Lena at my side. But I had to get hold of myself, to finish for his sake.

"It's OK. I'll be all right in a minute. Pass me a glass." I took another long pull at the wine and refilled the glass.

"I had to ask her," I said bleakly, "I can remember every second of that meeting. She cried, she said she loved me, but it was her duty to stand by her husband. I ranted, I raved but she wouldn't budge. So Silvio came back. He had to be told about us but what could he say. I'd looked after his wife and children for nearly four years. He accepted you as his son and he's not been a bad father has he?"

Guy nodded, "No he hasn't. I always felt happier with you, you know," he smiled now, "apart from the business with Maria. Now I know you couldn't be the father!"

I smiled at him, "That was an interesting time. Anyway, I had a hard time handling this. Thinking of them together, you know, in bed. I'd lost the woman I loved to my best friend and I'd lost my son as well. Your mother was adamant, even more so now Silvio was back – she couldn't face the shame of a public affair. I started drinking, staying out, searching for the answer in the bottom of a bottle but there isn't one," I smiled

"Then she was pregnant. I could just about ignore the fact they were sleeping together, he was having the woman I loved more than anything, but now, proof. I just lost it Guy. I got in the car and drove. I couldn't tell you where or for how long. Patricia said afterwards it was 12 days. I slept where I could, ate where I needed. I never want to feel like that again. I ended up in the Lake District, in a car park overlooking Derwent water. I could drive off there, you see, straight into the lake, about a hundred feet."

"Oh father," Guy said again as he held my hands.

I stared into space as I re-examined those feelings. Utter and complete despair. "I couldn't find any reason to go on, no way to stop the pain. I missed her, I needed her, why didn't she stay with me. I was a pathetic self-centred wretch. I sat there for hours before I realised that I didn't have the courage to do it. So I had to face the music. I examined the last four years and I began to realise what a selfish bastard I had been. Not once in all that time had I thought about what your mother wanted, needed. As for Patricia and the girls, well how she stood by me I'll never know. Killing myself wouldn't solve anything would it, only to hurt those I loved so I turned away. I phoned Patricia and bared my soul. I drove home and we spent the night talking. She took me back Guy, why, I don't know but she did. She saved me I think but I still had to see your mother one last time to explain.

"Off course my disappearing like that had now made Silvio realise how much pain his return had caused, how much I'd had to give up and, in a strange way, it seemed to bind us together. I think he might have loved your mother then, I'm not sure he did at the start, but he understood how I loved her as well but that couldn't go on. You can't keep rubbing shoulders with someone you love who you can't have. It just isn't humanly possible so I had to talk to her and put my love away.

"It was a painful meeting. She cried a lot and said she was sorry, that she would always love me but it was her duty. She didn't love Silvio. I understood that now, I told her and she mustn't blame herself. I told her I realised what a bastard I'd been but, you know, she wouldn't have any of it. Her love for me was pure you see, untainted. Mine for her was now, but it hadn't been. You see Guy, when you love someone unselfishly the only thing you really want is for them to be happy. If that causes you pain then you have to accept it. I told her I had to bury my love for her deep down inside and only keep the memory up front and, thankfully, she understood. We kissed one last time as lovers and held each other tightly, then said goodbye. Not literally of course but as lovers."




Caroline Ch. 10.01



I looked down at him. "Don't blame her for not telling you or for not wanting you to tell me you knew. She loves you so much, more than the others, she always has, so please don't blame her. If you want to blame anyone blame me."

"How can I blame you father." He looked at me, "What you did wasn't very gentlemanly but you must have been desperate. I feel like that about Jo. Dad, it's painful that she's up there now. It hurts."

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because she said she loved me."

"How does her being upstairs, making love with Lena, make that untrue."

He stopped now, stopped to examine what I was saying to him so I decided to try to drive the point home.

"There are lots of kinds of love Guy and women seem to have a greater potential for love than we do. I love Lena with a love as deep and as desperate as that I had for your mother but with a major difference. I don't own Lena and I don't want to own her. She is her own person. My love for her means that all I really want is for her to be happy. Thankfully she's happy with me, making love with me but she needs Jo as well and possibly more." I looked at him, now was the time. "She wants you as well." 

He looked up amazed, "She wants me?"

I laughed, "Don't look so shocked. She sees you as a younger version of me, of course she wants you." He seemed bemused by the idea. "You have to understand why Jo and I are together. It was Lena's idea. She was convinced that Jo needed a man to stabilise her life after her bad experience so Lena decided that she would 'share' me."

"Share you? How could they share you?"

"Well, they do don't you see. They share everything about me. That's how Lena sees it and, I think, so does Jo." I think he was beginning to see the implication of sharing!

"You think Jo will want to share me with Lena?"

"Well, I think that's really up to you, don't you? But the issue really is about how you feel about Jo. You only have two choices, well three really but one is surely a non-starter. You can walk away from her and not turn back but you're a bloody idiot if you do that! You can ask her to choose and that's what it must be, a choice, you or us; or you can let her carry on as before but loving you as well. If you make her choose you need to be aware of what that will do, to her and to you. You'd both have to leave."

He looked shocked, "Why."

No I got a bit short with him. "Oh for christ's sake Guy, you're not that naïve. You can't expect those two to go on living here together pretending that they've just met can you? They are so close Guy. Their love is so powerful that it would be too much for either of them to bear."

He looked somewhat shamefaced. Maybe he was beginning to see all the ramifications. "You said 'what it would do to me, and to her'. What did you mean?"

"How will you feel when she chooses you, because she will, have no worry about that, she loves you. Triumph at getting possession of her, owning her, or disgust with yourself for ever having asked the woman you love to make such a choice. Either emotion leads to a dead end, you must see that. And what will it do to her? How will she feel about the man she loves after he asks her to make that choice. If she asked you to make a choice like that would you wonder about the strength of her love. That would eat away at her and, in time, destroy her love for you.

"Oh Guy, hers isn't a one night fling with a chance acquaintance. She loves us both. Oh, I can cope with not having her any more, and so can she I think, but not Lena, Guy, not Lena. They go back too far, too deep to ask her to give that up." I gripped his arm, "I have an interest in this, you know, other than just sleeping with Jo. Lena didn't have the best of upbringings and she needs stability," I smiled, "I think that's one of the reasons she loves me, I give her that. And she needs it especially now with the baby and everything. If Jo leaves she'll find it hard to cope so I want you to think this through properly and make the right decision."

He looked at me despairingly, "Oh father this is so difficult. I don't know what I'm feeling. So much has happened. Shit, I suppose I am being selfish aren't I?"

I hugged him close to me, my son. "Possibly you are but I don't know," I said "You've dropped into a manage a trois and fallen for one of the members and you've found your father. I don't wonder you're confused." I laughed. Then, "Guy," I said seriously, "you're an intelligent bloke. Let me ask you a question: do you want the woman you love to be happy?"

"Oh course."

"No matter what?"

"That's the crunch isn't it," he took a long deep breath, "no matter what."

He sat still for a long while just staring into space. I didn't interrupt him. This was just like when he was at university and he had a really difficult problem. Sometimes he'd sit like that for hours working it over in his head. He has this ability to dissect a problem and break it down to it's constituent parts. That's what makes him so good with computers I suppose. This problem was a trifle different though, it involved emotions and he hadn't much experience at those but at least he was thinking about it and any decision he reached would be reasoned. That's why I thought he would allow Jo to carry on her relationships with Lena and me. Using a balance sheet approach, allowing Jo's relationships with us two was the one which had the most plusses and least minuses. 

I poured myself another glass of wine and sat back to wait for his decision. It had to be made now, when they came back. Things like this are best dealt with quickly. I was just trying to think of how I would deal with Lena if they did leave. I knew that, no matter how much she tried to be 'grown up' about it, Jo leaving would hurt her badly. I looked at the clock and saw they'd been gone for nearly two hours, that was about their time usually but I suspect they would be talking and a bit scared about coming down.

Thankfully he came out of his trance like state before they came down. "You're right father," he said finally, "it would be stupid to leave, to lose her like that. I can't ask her to choose can I, I don't have that right. I don't own her, I just love her. I have to try and understand, to deal with things as they are. I'm going to need your help father."

I put my arms round him, "That's what fathers are for," I said smiling. "Come on, cheer up. It isn't so bad is it. When they come down they'll both be radiant. They're both in love you see, you can see it in their eyes and, in a strange way, us allowing them to love each other makes them love us more. Come on, smile, you love her don't you."

"Hell yes, more than anything but it still seems funny." He looked at me very seriously and he said, obviously with some difficulty, "I don't mind if you go with her."

"Don't worry son. You need to be happy with this before that happens. Her and Lena is one thing, her and me, another. We'll cross that bridge when Jo comes to it. She'll be the one, not me. Guy, they've both got so much love to give." I nudged him conspirationally, "You watch Lena when she realises you're OK about them."

"Don't you, errr, mind father? Errrm, if she errr, oh I don't know how to say it."

"Guy, my son, if it makes her happy, no I don't mind but it won't stop there."

He looked at me sharply, "Surely there isn't anyone else?"

"No, I didn't mean like that."

He fell in, "You mean, you mean, both of us?"

I smiled, "I see you've been watching my DVDs then." He blushed, "Yes, both of us and, if you say yes, all four of us. Guy these two wonderful women have no hang-ups about sex. They enjoy every aspect of it. These two make a man feel like a million dollars. We're very lucky, you and I, to have two such fantastic creatures who love us. Come on, finish your wine. They'll be down in a minute but mind, Jo will be scared she might lose you, or us, so treat her with care."

"I think I understand now," he said as Lena appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked tense seeing the two of us standing there and, halfway down she looked at me. I nodded, 'yes' and she called softly to Joanna who followed her down. Lena bounced into the room. God was she beautiful, straight up to me she came and planted a great big kiss on my lips, "Thank you Mike." The she went to Guy. Boy did she kiss him, she'd seen by the expression on my face that it was OK, so she gave him the works and he kissed her back, not shy like before.

She pulled away and smiled that oh so sexy smile at him, "I told you that the next time I kissed you like that you'd respond," she looked down at his crotch, "and you did!" Guy looked a little embarrassed but this soon disappeared as Jo entered the room. She did look nervous, wondering I suppose what had transpired but seeing Lena hanging round Guys neck she realised that all was reasonably OK.

She did look so beautiful, they both did, and she marched over to Guy and said sternly to them both, "I told you Lena, he is mine. I'm running him in! I might let you use him later. You," she said sternly to Guy, "are a very naughty man, fancying your step mum," and she kissed him. Then she looked at me, then back at Guy as if testing his feelings. She decided to try it and she came across to me and threw herself into my arms, kissing me full on the lips in her most provocative manner. Well, I'm only human. What with Lena behaving like a minx and now Jo, I reacted in the normal way.

"Mmm, Lena," she said, "again tonight!" Then they went into one of their little plays, talking about me as if I wasn't there. I must admit that I find it quite erotic. I wondered if they'd start on Guy.

"Is he stiff again?" said Lena sighing.

"I'm afraid so," said Jo putting her finger in the side of her mouth. "Still," she said looking at Guy, "it's nice when he's hard isn't it?"

"Mmm, I like it when it's nice and hard. Does your one's get nice and hard?" I might have known Lena wouldn't forget Guy.

"Ooohhh yes, nice and hard," Jo said, then she started to poke her finger in and out of her mouth, "I love sucking it, it tastes so nice."

I looked at Guy and laughed. Shrugging my shoulders, I picked up the two glasses of wine, gave one to him and sat down.

"I suck mine as well. Is your one any good?"

"Well, my one's a bit young but he's learning," Jo said playfully, looking at Guy with lust in her eyes, "what he lacks in quality her makes up in quantity!"

"I like it when mine kisses me all over, does yours do that?"

"Mmm," said Jo, "ALL over."

"Mine puts it inside me too, does yours?"

"Oh yes, often. I like it do you?"

I looked at Guy who was somewhat mesmerised by this and I whispered to him, "They're enjoying themselves you know. God but it's sexy when they act like this. If we weren't going out we could take one each upstairs and teach them a lesson!"

"We heard that," said Lena, "and we think you're naughty boys and you'll both have to be punished."

Again Guy looked shocked. "Don't worry," I said, "I can assure you that you'll enjoy being punished by Jo."

"Oh, that's not fair," said Lena with the biggest and most outrageous pout imaginable, "Don't I get to punish him as well," and she came over and sat on his lap.

"Ooohhh," she said laughing sexily, "Jo, you are going to have to punish him a lot but be careful," and she turned to kiss him, "he's got a great big stick in his pocket. I wonder where that came from."

Finally he got the message and threw back his head laughing away. Lena got up and sat on my lap, "My ones got a big stick as well. It must be catching. You see Jo, sit on your one's lap."

So Jo sat on Guy's lap, "That's not a stick silly, that's his prick!" and she kissed him. Do you know, I think that making love to each other actually makes them hotter with us. Jo was steaming now and I thought she might drag Guy upstairs then and there but she did manage to control herself. I though I'd better step in.

"Now you two minxes, we're going out to dinner tonight so let's have a coffee then get ready. Leave him alone Jo, you can play with him tonight. Lena, stop it or I'll tan your bottom." Wrong thing to say really.

She poked her tongue out at me and smiled her sexy smile, "Dare you!" she said.

"Come on," I said sweeping her up into my arms, "later vixen," and I realised I never had tanned her bottom had I. Mmm, there's a thought. I was aware, however, that I was very, very tired after the emotional release of the last two days but then a thought; we did have a false one didn't we! She reluctantly let me go and went off into the kitchen followed by Jo.

I looked at Guy, "You see what I mean. Would you really want to jeopardise that. They are so much fun, and you wait till you go to bed. Are you OK now, with them, I mean?"

"Yes, I think I am father. Thanks for stopping me make a fool of myself. I see what you mean." He smiled, "They do look radiant don't they, god isn't Jo beautiful."

I laughed at him, giving him a playful punch on the arm, "Isn't being in love wonderful?"

He laughed.

Well, that's the end of my bit for a while. Joe will tell carry on.

Please vote, and please send me comments (PLEASE!!!!!) – I would love to know how you feel about these non-erotic chapters. For me they are important because they deal with feelings and move the story along.

To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 10.02



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 10.02

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will!)

Jo takes up the story again so, sorry, some repetition. Please persevere because I hope that different viewpoints will add interest to the story.

Joanna's Tale, 08:

Jo's Second Night with Guy

Hi, it's me again. Lena wants me to write about my night with Guy before she writes about hers! First I ought to say how I felt about Sunday afternoon.

Lena is right, I was apprehensive about making love to her that afternoon. I had told Guy about my feelings for Lena and Mike but not that I wanted to continue to make love to them now I was in love with him. I was worried that he might not understand and either leave or force me to choose. I suppose I didn't really think he'd leave. Even this early I was certain of his love for me for that to be a real possibility but he might ask me to stop going with Lena and Mike. All these worries were coursing round my mind and making me nervous about the future. I love Lena, love her in so many ways and the thought of the possibility of giving that up was haunting me. On the other hand there was no point in delaying the issue. Oh, I could give Guy more time but I didn't think that was going to make things any better. He may think I was just avoiding the issue, trying to hide things from him and that is no way to start a loving relationship so I agreed with Lena that we should 'disappear' that afternoon.

The trouble was, and I'm sorry to admit it, I didn't have the same level of faith in Mike's persuasive powers that she did. It is true you know, she thinks he is capable of anything he puts his mind to. That's the power of total love I suppose.

Anyway, she spoke to Mike and he would do his best, of that I was sure and, if anyone could persuade Guy, it was his father. So after lunch Lena grabbed my hand and we went upstairs together. I couldn't help but feel that it might be our last time together and I was saddened by this thought. I think that Lena sensed my reluctance and it must have worried her so I had to explain my feelings to her. She was great, building my confidence in Mike's ability to persuade Guy.

I got really upset when she mentioned going away. I didn't think I could stand that, leaving Mike and Lena. She was so grown up then, she'd thought everything through and she knew that I would choose him if he asked me to. I saw, as she explained, how difficult it would be to stay with them both if I had to stop loving them – not that I would ever do that, but stop making love to them. To have to do what Mike did to his love for Gianna would be a very difficult thing. I hit a very low point then, wondering whether it was really worth falling in love with him but Lena was marvellous. She managed to talk me round and to see that Mike would probably be successful and we ended up making love. We were still both tense so it wasn't 100% but it was still wonderful, as always.

Afterwards she was full of the new things she and Mike had done last night. He's amazing really, he keeps coming up with these ideas. I suppose he's seen so many films so he can pick up things from them. I was definitely going to try sitting on him like that and some variations on anal sex. Lena was most interested when I told her about my night with Guy, how he used to think about her sucking him. She was pleased that he really fancied her and I could see that she wanted him. Strangely I suppose, I didn't mind. After all she had shared her man with me hadn't she and that had helped me through my problems after Steve. I don't know what I would have done after the business in the hospital if it hadn't been for Mike. I felt good about sharing him with her. If all went well and he didn't ask me to choose what a wonderful life we would have, the four of us together. She even talked about falling in love with him a little herself. I thought she would, at least a little bit. After all, he is a younger version of the man she adores so it wouldn't be that strange would it?

I enjoyed talking about our men like this. We always talked about Mike after we made love, now we had Guy to talk about as well but the time had come. We had to get dressed and go downstairs and 'face the music'. I was very tense, frightened of what would happen. Lena said she'd go down first and look for a sign from Mike so she tentatively went downstairs. She must have seen him almost immediately because she turned and whispered, "It's all right, he's done it."

Well, it really is impossible to describe exactly how I felt at that moment. All my tension dissipated and I felt light-headed, silly really, as if I was walking on a cushion air. I felt deliriously happy and I had to take a few moments to compose myself before going down. When I did I saw Lena in Guy's arms and heard the last bit of her teasing. I shooed her away, I wasn't annoyed, and kissed him, kissed him properly. I looked at Lena, then back at Guy. Would he mind? I felt I had to say thank you to Mike. I loved him then, perhaps just a little bit more than usual. He had made all this possible hadn't he? Guy didn't look too bothered so I literally threw myself into Mike's arms and kissed him. This kiss was my most provocative. He immediately responded, I could feel it! I wanted him then and I knew that I had to have him at least once more before he and Lena married.

I pulled away from his lips and smiling, said to Lena, "Mmm Lena, again tonight?" This was a signal for her to go into her playful mood which I picked up immediately especially when she started on Guy. He seemed a bit bemused by it all. I felt sorry for him then. So much had happened to him in such a short time but it is fun, talking about them like this.

I saw Mike look at Guy and shrug his shoulders, he was used to this and he enjoyed it as well. He picked up two glasses, gave one to Guy and they sat down to enjoy the show! Mike whispered to Guy and I just caught the end, something about 'upstairs and teach them a lesson'.

"We heard that," said Lena, "and we think that you are both naughty boys who deserve to be punished."

Poor Guy but at least Mike understood as he said, "Don't worry. I can assure you that you'll enjoy being punished by Jo." Then Lena started again.

"Oh that's not fair, don't I get to punish him as well." Then she sat on his lap. Guy looked completely bemused by this playfulness.

"Oooohhhhh Jo, you're going to have to punish him a lot but be careful he's got a great big stick in his pocket. I wonder where that came from?" she asked artlessly looking at him with her big blue eyes wide open. Finally he understood and he threw his head back and laughed as Lena got up and sat on Mike's lap.

"Mmm, mine's got a big stick as well. It must be catching. You see Jo, sit on your one's lap."

I was really into this now and I did want to feel his 'big stick' so I sat on his lap. I turned to her and said, "That's not a stick silly, that's his prick," and I turned and kissed him. I find this play exciting as well and what with the release of tension I was very excited indeed so the kiss wasn't exactly platonic. Indeed, if Mike hadn't stepped in just then I might have dragged Guy upstairs immediately.

"Now you two minxes, we're going out to dinner tonight so let's have a coffee and get ready." Then to me, "Leave him alone Jo, you can play with him tonight." Then to Lena, "Lena, stop it or I'll tan your bottom." Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say to her then because I could see she was quite excited too because she poked her tongue out at him, smiled and said, "Dare you!"

From the look on Mike's face I thought he might! Now that would be interesting! Lena dragged herself away from him and went into the kitchen where I followed. I was so happy, all had gone as well as I could have wished. I grabbed Lena in the kitchen and swung her around. I felt as if I had wings, "Lena, I feel so happy I could fly," I said as I hugged her.

We took the coffee back into the lounge where Mike and Guy were sitting together so Lena and I sat on the other settee. I could see that Guy wanted to say something. He had an intense look on his face, determined, I liked it, it made him look so strong and even more like his father. He looked at us both and took a deep breath as if gathering strength.

"I wanted to explain," he said, "to Jo and to you Lena." I could see his confidence growing as he looked at me and I suppose he felt he had to explain.

"I was angry and sad when Mike told me you were upstairs together," he said looking at me. My heart did summersaults, had I imagined him agreeing? I started to say something, what I don't know, but something. Something to ease his pain but he stopped me.

"No," he said, "Jo, let me finish. Please." His eyes pleaded with me. He had to do this didn't he, to tell us all how he felt so I had to let him do it. I sat back to listen. Emotionally I was a wreck. All sorts of feelings rushing around inside me. Elation, worry, love, desire, relief, oh I felt so strange as I listened to him.

"I couldn't understand that you could say you loved me more than anything yet still go upstairs and make love to Lena." His eyes fixed me as he relived the emotion. "You were mine, you said so, so why?" He looked at Mike then back at me. "I was getting a bit stupid before dad spoke to me. Jo, he made me see how selfish I could become. I'd only just found you and now it seemed I was losing you but he made me see that I wasn't losing you, that I never could." Then he looked at me with eyes full of love. They destroyed me those eyes. All thoughts of anything were banished as I gazed at him, drinking in the sight of him and listening to his words.

He carried on speaking, "I love you Joanna, more than anything, and I want you to be happy. Dad showed me that real love was about wanting the person you love to be happy, not wanting what you wanted. That was selfish. He showed me that it was wrong to try to possess, to own, the person you love or that persons love. He told me about my mother and his feelings for her and now I understand." He gave me that lovely smile of his, so like his fathers, "All I want is for you to love me and to be happy. If your being happy means you loving Lena and dad then that's OK. It might take me a while to really get used to all this but I love you Joanna so I will."

I couldn't speak with the emotion of it all, all I could do was to start crying softly. Oh how much I loved him at that moment! My eyes continued to devour him. I wanted to take him inside me, hold him, keep him forever. Then he got up, knelt in front of me, and looked into my eyes.

"Now I've made you cry," he said softly, "I'm sorry. I don't ever want to leave you now." That made me cry even more. I think at that moment I was emotionally full up. I could hardly think. All I could see was him on his knees in front of me. He looked back at Mike and took a deep breath. Then he took my hands in his. I was trembling with emotion, unable to move let alone speak.

"I know we haven't known each other for very long but I know you are the one, I want you to marry me, will you?"

Oh God, how could I say yes, I couldn't speak, couldn't catch my breath. My throat was full of tears, tears of happiness at hearing this. I was crying, sobbing almost at the rush of emotion coursing through my body. All my senses were focussed on him at that moment. I could almost feel his heart beating, fast now as he waited for my reply. He looked forlornly at Lena sitting next to me and I heard her say, "It's all right Guy, she'll say yes in just a minute when she catches her breath. "

Well, I finally managed to squeeze out, "Oh yes, yes, yessss. When?" was all I could think to say. This seemed to flummox Guy who looked at Mike for help then back at me. By now I was OK and I jumped on him and threw my arms round his neck. "Oh love, love, oh you wonderful man, yes, yes, yes." I held him so tight, I didn't ever want to let him go. We fell on the floor together and ended up kissing. I kissed and kissed him, and he kissed me back. All over his face and I held him close to me. Then I was aware of Lena kneeling next to us.

"Come on you two. You can do that in bed later," she said laughing. 

Then Mike got up and pulled Guy upright. He was beaming, "Good for you Guy. It's nice to see you making an honest woman of her," he said full of laughter. By now Lena was hugging me tightly and, as the emotion of the situation got to her, she started to cry softly, a happy cry. That started me off again. We were both crying joyfully as the men came over and held us both together.

Mike was first to regain his composure and he got us all sitting down to talk about our wedding. Lena will deal with that so I won't go into any detail only to say that I was sure my dad would be surprised at giving two women away!

It was funny at the end though. Guy asked Mike if he would tell everybody. I think he thought he would get some stick from his brothers, particularly Bernardo but Mike insisted that he do it himself. "Confidence lad," he said. "Tell Nardo and don't take any nonsense from him, and tell Silvio and your mother." Then he looked at Lena. Oh, he knew she was jealous of Gianna, "I'll speak to your mother and tell her that we both know. I'll make sure that she knows you didn't break your promise to her." He turned to Lena, "Is that OK Lena?" She smiled and nodded and I was sure it was OK with her, hopefully she had put it behind her.

So we finished our coffee and all got ready for our evening meal in town. We went to one of Mike's favourite restaurants and had a lovely meal. It was one of those truly happy occasions. We laughed and joked, sharing each other's company. I held on to Guy through the whole meal. I couldn't bear the thought of letting him go. Silly really, I'd got him hadn't I? I did notice that Mike drank rather more wine than he usually does so I wondered whether he would 'punish' Lena tonight but then I saw him whispering to her and she reddened up a bit. His hand was underneath the table at the time and I wondered what he said, and did!

After the meal we decided to walk back. I was a lovely October evening, warm enough for only jumpers. The stars were out and there were lots of people strolling in the park. I was snuggled up to Guy all the time, quiet now, just enjoying being with him. Then we found some seats, quite out of the way, and sat down. The first thing I did was to kiss Guy, the second was to kiss him back!

I whispered how much I loved him, he whispered how much he loved me. It was marvellous, the night, the place, so romantic. It's a wonderful place to fall in love. We sat there as lovers do, just whispering things to each other, oblivious to everything else in the world. I finally came out of my reverie and looked across at Mike and Lena. She'd undone his shirt and was holding him tightly. Everything will be all right, I thought. Mike softly called to us and we continued home together.

As we got closer to home I realised that I wanted, no needed, to have Guy tonight. I wanted to give myself to him completely so by the time we got home I was very, very keen to get him to bed. When we got in we sent the men to shower in the en-suites whilst we used the big shower room. I was also aware of how much I wanted Mike. Now this is funny and you might not really understand but, as much as I wanted to give myself to Guy totally and completely, I wanted Mike as well. None of this would have been possible without him and I needed to say thank you to him so, when we got to the shower, this was on my mind.

Lena started telling me about Mike, "Jo," she said, "Mike says he won't get hard tonight but he is going to tan my bottom and use the dildo."

"That sounds like fun," I said smiling. I rather liked the idea of having my bottom tanned, and of him tanning Lena's but that way led to darkness. I had to tell her now, tell her I wanted him. I didn't think she'd mind so more seriously I said, "Lena, I want him this week. I want him at least one more time on his own before we go back to Nardo's and you get married. I need to thank him properly for all this. Without him none of this would have happened. Lena, you don't mind do you?"

"No, of course not Jo," she said, "it might be a good idea to give him a few days to recover. He's had a really hard three days and I think they've taken it out of him. What about waiting till Tuesday?"

"Mmm, that sounds OK, Tuesday it is."

"What about Guy?"

"Well," I looked at her and smiled. She would have him while I had Mike. I was the least I could do. "I wondered whether you could take care of him while I'm with Mike. Mind he's quite a handful, but you don't have to."

She laughed, "Oh, I certainly will." Then seriously, "Are you sure Jo, really sure?"

"Lena, I'm as sure about this as I am about marrying him. Can you believe he asked me. Isn't he something else, just like his father. Lena we are so lucky. To have two men like these who love us. Oh I know they get all the sex they can handle but they think of us, even Guy is like his father. He already looks to satisfy me. Lena you'll love having him."

I sensed that she wanted to ask me something. "Jo," she said pensively, "you know I have the embryo implanted tomorrow fortnight?" I nodded. "Well, the doctors in the clinic say that in the first month afterwards sex has to be very careful for obvious reasons and I think that when I'm pregnant Mike won't want to do anything strange. You know, fours or threes, all that sort of thing. I won't have my next period because of the hormone pills so we have a chance for the next week or so to experiment. Will Guy be ready for that, will you." Well, I had given this a bit of thought amongst everything else.

I smiled, "I thought that you wouldn't be able to 'experiment' after the implant so I have thought about it. I would like to take them both, father and son inside me and, at the same time, kiss you. Yes, I'm ready for it." I smiled at the thought, "Mind, it will be a bit of a struggle. Neither of them are small. Will Mike go for it. You know what he's like about hurting us?"

"I don't know. He knows that DP won't hurt us. We both dealt with it OK but even so there are all sorts of things we can do. Jo it's so exciting thinking about it, having two men. If we give them a couple of days rest Guy could probably go for three or four couldn't he?"

I laughed, "He might, mind he only managed twice last night. Look, if you talk to Mike about it tonight and see if he's OK. I won't say anything to Guy but you can talk about foursomes when you're with him. If Mike is OK, we can get him to talk to Guy. I suppose the problem may be that he won't actually like to see Mike with me, but can deal with it out of sight. I don't know, we'll have to see. 

"Come on," I said, "let's get ready. I need an enema tonight. He's going to have my bottom – whether he likes it or not," I ended laughing. So we gave each other enemas, put on our lovely silk housecoats and went to the bedrooms.

As I opened the bedroom door I became slightly nervous. I don't know why but things were different now weren't they. He'd sort of taken the lead really by asking for my hand so I felt he might be more confident now. How would he be? I was excited as well, really hot, ready for him. He was laying on his side on the bed propped up on one elbow, just like his father. He was wearing pyjama bottoms. Now when Mike does this it means he wants to talk before making love, did it mean the same for Guy I wondered.

He looked at me and smiled, "Come and lay next to me," he said softly. I moved towards him and began to take off my housecoat. "No," he said, "leave it on. I haven't had an opportunity to undress you yet." So I did and lay down beside him. He kissed my mouth, then my nose, then my eyes.




Caroline Ch. 10.02



"Do you want to undress me," I said smiling up at him.

"Mmm, I imagined doing it a lot."

I laughed, "What, you imagined undressing me a lot, or doing IT a lot."

He smiled, "Both, one usually followed the other!"

"Do you want to, now, you know, undress me?"

"Oh yes," he said hoarsely, "very much," and he reached for my housecoat.

"No," I said, "I didn't mean this, I meant undress me properly."

He laughed, "I'd like to undress you no matter what you are wearing," he said.

"No, wait a minute. I'll get dressed," I said. I was getting quite excited at the thought of him undressing me. "Then you can undress me. Well, do you want to?" I reached down and touched his expanding manhood, "Yes," I laughed, "I can feel you do."


He laughed again, "Do you want me to?"

"Bloody hell, yes. What do you want me to wear. Remember," I laughed, "You'll have to take it off me!". 

"Can you wear the things you wore when we went out for dinner?" he kissed me, "I imagined taking them off you so many times," he said smiling.

Luckily I had brought them with us, "Mmm, OK I'll wear that but not the tights," I said smiling, "they'd be too much of a challenge for you I think. Ooohhh, I'm getting so excited but you've got to get dressed too otherwise it won't be fair will it. You'll have an advantage, you'll be naked. Go on, you go and put some clothes on." He looked at me with those hot eyes of his and nodded, "Sounds good to me," he said with that wry smile of his and left to get some clothes.

I got the clothes out and said a silent thank you to Lena for persuading me to buy the soft blue underwear. Instead of the tights I got out some self supporting stockings. Pretty sexy as well! I suspected he hadn't had much idea what was under the dress so he was in for a surprise. This really made me feel sexy. I'd have to tell Lena, she could try it with Mike. This play also sparked an idea for Lena on Mike's birthday.

I must admit that, by the time I had put the underwear, stockings, dress, and shoes on I was feeling quite hot, bloody hot in fact, and I couldn't wait for him to start to take them off. This really was new and exciting, fully clothed in a bedroom waiting for your man to come and undress you, WOW.

Dear Guy, he knocked softly on the door. "Come in," I said softly. The door opened an he came in. 

He laughed, "I don't know what's going on in there but it sounds as if Lena is getting her bottom well and truly tanned."

"Does that excite you," I asked breathlessly. "Perhaps I should get mine tanned?" I asked, frightened of his answer. I wanted him to say yes but I wanted him to say no. I didn't know whether a bottom tanning would awaken some demons.

"Oh no," he said smiling down at me, "I'd much rather undress you than spank you. Anyway," he said with a great big smile, "you're not going to be a naughty girl are you?"

I pouted outrageously, bent one leg slightly, and hung a finger in my mouth, "No," I said in my little schoolgirl voice, "I'm going to be a very, very, GOOD girl!" then pouted outrageously.

He laughed, "Oh hell, Joanna, you look absolutely gorgeous. You don't know how many times I imagined this happening." Smiling, he said, "Some nights I didn't sleep at all thinking of taking those clothes off you."

"Why, what were you doing?" I asked innocently, knowing full well what he had been doing.

"Pulling my plonker," he said laughing, "as you well know!"

I laughed, "All that wasted sperm." I looked up at him through my lashes, "How many times a night?" I wanted to know how much he wanted me.

He smiled, cupped my face in his strong hand, and kissed me, "Minx," he said, "seven times is the record." He laughed, "Though, I must admit, the last one was a struggle but I'd got to your knickers by that one!"

"What you never got further than my knickers before you came," I asked incredulously. God he must want me badly.

He laughed again, "Well, I did get further later on but you started with less!"

I laughed, "Oh, I do love you. Let me see what you've got under that shirt." So I started to undo his shirt knowing he had nothing on underneath. "Ooohhh, you're naked underneath you naughty boy," I said laughing as I kissed his chest and licked his nipples.

"God this is painful," he said smiling. 

"Painful?"

"Yes, look down."

I could see his erection striving for release from his trousers. "Oh, that's OK. He can come out in a minute," I said as I drew my hands over his naked upper body pulling his shirt off as I did so. I loved the feel of him, of his skin, of the few hairs he had on his chest. I kissed him, his neck, his shoulder, and his chest. 

"Hang on," he said laughing, "I thought I was undressing you."

"Mmm," I said, "come on then. Now's your big chance."

He stepped away from me and began to examine me with his eyes, eyes so like his fathers. Lena is right you know, they worship you. At least you feel as if they are worshipping you. Guy hadn't got it quite so strongly as his dad but that would come I was sure. Now it was enough though, because I started to leak something terrible. I didn't know whether I could wait until he got all my clothes off! 

He seemed to look at me for ages and I enjoyed every minute of it. The he reached for me and pulled me to him, his hands going to my back to find the catch on my dress. He undid it with surprising ease and unzipped me. The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it.

"Oh my god," he said looking at me, "Oh my god."

I stood there in my lovely blue undies, stockings and shoes. Perhaps I understood why he was saying that! He was stroking me with his eyes, enjoying the sight and muttering, "God, oh god." Then to me, "Oh Joanna, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than I ever imagined. Please take my trousers off, please!" His eyes pleaded with my but he needn't have worried, they were coming off now. I got close to him and he couldn't resist touching me through the bra. "These make you look even lovelier," he said.

"Lena chose them. She said I should feel sexy underneath when I went out with you." I smiled, "If she'd had her way I'd have been dressed much more sexily."

"Oh, you're sexy enough already," he said with a sharp intake of breath at the end as I undid his trousers and pulled them down. This got my head level with his pants and the monster striving to get loose. He had loose boxers on, thankfully I suppose, he might have bent it otherwise! What should I do? I wanted to suck it so I reached for him then felt his hand on my head.

"Jo, I'll cum if you do. I want to make love to you first tonight, can I?"

Oh god yes, I thought, of course you can and I pulled his shorts down; he was naked. I stood up. "That will be nice," I said coquettishly, "now?" because I couldn't wait. My knickers were loose, he could get round them couldn't he.

He reached for me and covered my mouth with his before marching me backwards to the bed. There he gently laid me down and stood looking at me. His penis was sticking up proudly and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me, pumping and spraying into my womb.


"Oh please," I said, "don't tease, I need you now," and I opened my legs invitingly. He knelt between and went to take off my knickers. "No need," I said breathlessly, "push them to one side. I can't wait. I want that now. Don't stop, all at once please."

He took his weight like I showed him, moved the gusset of my knickers out of the way, and put the head of his erection at my vagina and, after a moment of moving it up and down, he pushed forward deep inside me in one thrust. I yelled, "Aaaaagggggghhhh," as he filled me up. He was big and hard tonight. Undressing is a good idea I thought momentarily as he reached deeper than anyone had ever before.

"Oh sweet Jesus," I said, "marvellous. Now fuck me, come on make love to me."

He started stroking then, back and forth, back and forth, to different depths each time so I didn't know how deep he was going to go. What a tremendous technique. Now he took his weight on both arms and his head came down to kiss me. My tongue shot into his mouth and found his and they danced together. Then he was gone and his mouth was on my nipples, sucking and biting. Needless to say while all this was going on I was having orgasms, one after another, each stronger than the one before. This was his first time tonight so he didn't last very long and was soon crying my name as he loosed his offering deep inside me.

"Joanna, Joanna, oh Joanna," he said over and over again. I could feel him pulsing inside me and, just for a moment, wished he was in my bottom so I could feel the sperm hitting my insides but this was nice. Soon he was finished. So was I! I had drifted off into my own little world and was called back by him softly calling my name.

"Jo, Jo," he said as he kissed my ear. Thankfully he got used early to my 'disappearing' after an orgasm so he wasn't worried. He just continued to call my name and kiss me. Pretty soon I was back with him and, I realised, still dressed in my undies and stockings. I'd lost my shoes, don't know when, but I had.

I reached up for him, "Ooohhh, that was marvellous, wonderful, lovely. You'll have to undress me more often."

He smiled, "I haven't finished yet, you've still got your undies on." So I had.

"You'd better take them off then, unless you don't want to." I reached down and touched his cock. Not really soft, not really hard. "You do don't you?" A twitch, "Yes you do." 

He laughed, "You'll wear me out."

"Mmm," I said, "but what a nice way to get worn out. Come on, finish undressing me."

His hands fluttered over my boobs feeling the material of the bra. "Mmm, that feels nice. Keep doing that." He stroked my boobs then his hand between the material and my skin. It felt heavenly. "Suck them, please. It undoes at the front," I said to help him.

He undid the clip and took off my bra, stopping for a few moments to look at my boobs. "They're beautiful Jo, so beautiful."

I smiled up at him, "I see you're a tit man as well as a bottom man."

He laughed, "I'm a 'Joanna' man," he said, "I like all of you."

"Kiss my boobs then. I like that. Then you can take my knickers off and kiss me there." Now I was going to press his buttons, "When you've done that you can put it in my bottom if you want."

He took a great big breath and sighed, "Oh hell, Joanna, I don't know whether I can last that long thinking about taking you there. Oh, how many times I've imagined that."

"Did you cum a lot?"

He laughed, "Gallons, all wasted." Then he seemed to have a sudden thought. "Jo, are you on the pill?"

"No," I said smiling, "are you?"

He seemed shocked, "I didn't know there was one for men."

I laughed, "I don't think there is. Why did you ask if I was?"

He seemed shy again, "Well I suddenly thought. You might get pregnant, I should wear something."

I laughed again, "It's a bit late now darling, anyway we haven't got any. Mike doesn't need them remember. With the amount you've shot into me over the last day or two I'd be surprised if I didn't get pregnant."

"You don't mind?" he seemed very concerned.

"No, do you?"

He obviously hadn't thought about it. He is funny when you catch him like this. He's like a computer stuck in a loop, he sort of ceases up and stays perfectly still. A smile spread across his face, "No, I don't mind, I don't mind at all but," he said suddenly concerned, "are you sure. You know, we haven't planned it or anything. I bet you'd be even more beautiful."

"Thank you, no we haven't but it doesn't matter does it. We'll be married in a month so he or she will be 'legitimate'. Not that that really matters anyway." I reached up and hugged him, "We'll have a baby. Think of it Guy, a baby."

He smiled, "Mmm, yes. A baby."

I looked at him archly, "Now that you've got that out of your system you can start thinking about taking my bottom can't you?"

"Oh hell Jo," he said again.

"Don't 'oh hell' me. I want you in my bottom tonight so you had better control yourself. First you can kiss my boobs like I said then my pussy. Then you get to do it there." Poor Guy, I could feel him growing stiff against my leg. This would be a real trial for him but he knew it would be worth it!

He took a deep breath and started on my boobs. He sucked, licked and gently bit them all over for ages really bringing me to a high point. Then he moved down to my knickers, pulling them gently off, before he just, sort of, gazed at me there.

"What is it?" I said.

"I like looking at you there," he said, "it's so beautiful and I told you. I'm a 'Joanna' man so I like looking at you." So saying he bent his head to my sex and began to bite me all over. He seemed to like doing this, I loved it. Then he started licking the inside of my legs before pushing them upwards to give himself access to all of my pussy and my bottomhole as well.

"Put your tongue in my bottom, please." The truth was, I couldn't wait much longer either. I wanted him in there. His head came down again and his tongue flicked across my anus before fixing there and tenderly pushing past the rubbery resistance. I relaxed for him and he was able to lick inside before moving away.

He looked down at me. "I can't do it any more Jo. If I do I'll cum. I'm sorry. Oh how much I love your bottom, how I've imagined this." He took a deep breath, trying to exercise control is supposed.

I turned over and stuck my bottom in the air, "Come on then KY me and stick that lovely cock up my arse and fuck me." I'm afraid my language went downhill from now, hell was I hot for him then and I really needed him there. I felt his fingers tenderly applying the KY to my anus and inside. I had a sudden thought of how kind he was, even now hot and ready to go, he still had time to take care. Many boys I knew wouldn't have bothered with the KY, they'd have just gone straight ahead without worrying about how I felt. Oh, he was so like his father!

Now I could feel the head of his penis pressing at my back door. Heaven as I moved backwards to take the head inside my bottom. He let out a deep sigh and thrust forward into me. Jesus Christ, he put 7 or 8 inches straight up my rectum. The breath was shot from my lungs as I struggled to cope with the pleasure and, not to put too finer point on it, the sudden pain, of him inside my back door. I squeezed him tight in my rear, feeling my tight rubber ring cling to his erection.

"Oh Joanna, oh shit, oh hell," was all I could hear from him. Then, "Oh Joanna, Joanna, please don't move." He was almost in tears, "Please, please don't move or I'll cum."

So I stayed still like I did for Mike and, after a while of him in my bottom, he calmed down. "Joanna, Joanna, this is heaven. It's so tight, so hot. Oh heck, I never imagined anything could feel so wonderful." Then sudden concern for me. "Jo, Jo, is it all right? I'm not hurting you am I?"

I smiled inside. He wasn't hurting me, far from it. I was sailing on a river of pleasure, any hurt had disappeared now and I was glorying in the hardness of his erection inside my most private place. I knew then what I was going to do after he came. "No," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, "you're not hurting me. Come on, it's OK. I want you all inside my bottom, come on, fuck me, fuck my arse and cum deep inside my bowels."

"Oh hell," he said as he thrust forward and I felt his thighs against my buttocks. What a feeling! He was in deeper than Mike, longer but not as fat. It was a different feeling altogether, wonderful nevertheless.

I turned me head to look back at him, "Use your hands to part my cheeks," I said breathlessly, "I want you all."

He reached down and I felt him pull my cheeks apart and thrust the last little bit of his maleness inside me. "Oh god yes," I said, "now fuck me!"

He needed no second bidding as he began to thrust forward, then back. In and out, in and out. Sometimes all in, all out, sometimes not. How the hell was he managing to control himself. My first anal orgasm had come and gone, crashing over me and leaving me lifeless for a short while. When I came back he was still pounding away at my bottom, still in and out. It felt marvellous and I wasn't sure I could handle the next climax but then his hands grasped my hips and he began to pull me on to his rampant erection. Suddenly he shouted, "JOANNA, JOANNA," and I felt his cum hitting my insides. In my mind I could see it splashing in my bowels and the climax that was promising suddenly arrived.

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your juice," I cried out. Then a long "Yesssssssssssssss," as the full power hit me.

I must have lost it for a moment just then because the next thing I knew we were laying in the spoon position with him holding me and his shrinking penis still inside me. It felt good there, I didn't want to let it go but I had made up my mind what I was going to do. I lay there for a while and he remained half hard so I eased myself off him and turned to his face.

"I want to suck you now. You can cum in my mouth if you want but you don't have to."

He must have known the implication of what I was going to do. As Lena says, it is the ultimate that a woman can do for a man, to suck his penis after it has filled her bottom with his essence. I wanted to do this for him, to prove I was totally his and for myself really.

"You don't have to Joanna," he said emotionally, "really."

"I want to. I want to do that for you. Lay back."

He rolled onto his back and I moved down to his groin. His erection was still standing reasonably proud and I looked forward to the feel of it in my mouth. Actually, because Lena and I are always really clean back there before we have anal sex, and because we use lube which is flavoured, sucking a penis afterwards isn't as bad as the men think. I think that they forget that they stick their tongues in our bottoms don't they? I took hold of his slightly soft penis and began to gently masturbate it knowing he would be tender after his ejaculation. Then I started to stroke his balls. Mike always says that if you can get those nice and tight a stiff cock will almost always follow so I worked gently on his balls for a while and they did stiffen up.

All the while his erection was slowly growing stronger until it was nearly hard. I gently used my tongue to wash the head, respecting his tenderness, before I took it into my mouth, not sucking, just bathing. I could taste myself on him, slightly bitter, and his cum together with the lube; not bad at all. By this time he was moaning my name softly as his hips thrust upward forcing himself into my mouth. Leaving the head, I started to lick the whole length of his shaft like a lollipop, sometimes pulling his pubes with my teeth. Then back to the head, to take it in my mouth, now full of saliva, and gently suck it. I was rewarded by what must have been some of his cum left from earlier. It tasted slightly salty and tangy. I wanted more!

I took him from my mouth and looked at him, "Cum in my mouth Guy, I love the taste of you. Don't hold back, it's all you ever dreamed," and I went back to his swollen manhood and took the head back in my mouth. Now he moaned louder, saying my name again and again as I sucked him. His movements became more urgent and his thrusting more intense before he let out another yell, "Oh Joanna," as he began to fill me with his third cum of the night. Sadly, not much this time but I sucked it out of him accompanied by a moaned, "Oh hell, hell, Jo, Jo, oh bloody hell," as he continued to pulse without much coming out. I'd bled him dry! He had no more to give. What a lovely feeling. I had drained him completely.

I continued to suck him as he stopped pulsing and cumming, not wanting to let him go and I felt him begin to soften in my mouth. Still I held him there until I could fill all his soft penis in my mouth. What a marvellous feeling to know that we can do this to a man!




Caroline Ch. 10.02



Finally I let him go and snuggled up level with his head, "Well," I said, "was that good?"

"Oh Joanna, how can I ever believe you love me. You're so wonderful. Nothing I ever dreamed prepared me for the way you make me feel. I didn't realise that loving someone could make sex this good."

I smiled, "But it does. The more you love someone the better the sex," I said, "that's one of the bonuses of being in love." Then I asked him coyly, "You are in love aren't you?"

"More than I ever imagined I could be," he said cupping my face in his hand, "I love you more that anything."

That made me go all gooey inside and fill with love for him, "And I love you as well, more than I can say. Now I want you to kiss me. Then I must go and sort myself out," I laughed, "you were VERY fertile tonight, then we can shower. After that you can kiss me again, quite a lot, then we'll go to sleep because you've worn me out," I ended smiling at him.

He laughed softly and held me, giving me a great big kiss before I left to tidy up. The we showered, kissed, and went to sleep.

I woke in the morning and Guy was up, I could hear him in the tiny en-suite doing what he needed. He came back into the bedroom and I looked up at him. He is beautiful! Slim but not too thin, tall, well over 6 feet, and he is handsome. He felt me looking at him, particularly when he turned round and I could see his tight bottom. I was determined to get a closer look at that, it was magnificent. 

He turned back and said, "What?"

I smiled, "I'm looking at you, you're beautiful. Did you know that?"

He laughed, "Men aren't 'beautiful' are they?"

"You are," I smiled back at him, "of course you are. Oh dear, time to get up." I got out of bed, naked of course, and he fixed me with his eyes.

"Now you ARE beautiful," he said looking at me up and down. Just then there was a soft knock on the door. It opened and Lena poked her head round.

"Come on lazybones, time to get up." Then she noticed Guy, "Mmm," she said smiling a big Cheshire Cat smile and looking him up and down, "very nice. Any spare?" she asked playfully turning to me.

"Not at the moment," I said laughing as I looked at him. He was blushing from head to toe as Lena continued to take in his body. She was steaming!

"Come on, out you go, we're getting dressed." She pouted outrageously but closed the door. I turned to Guy, "We don't have locks on the doors here. You don't mind do you. You will have to get used to Lena you know, she's very open about sex but then so am I. It's the way we are."

He smiled his lovely smile, "It might take me a while to get used to it but I think I might enjoy it after a while. I might even catch Lena out."

"Now there's a thought," I said wondering how he was going to deal with her on Tuesday night.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 10.03



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 10.03

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Some gentle and loving spanking here. Most of the 'spanking' stories I have read (not only on Literotica) seem to be about the pleasure of administering the punishment. I wanted to write about how it might feel if the whole thing was for the pleasure of the recipient. Mind you, I have never done this so it is pure speculation (i.e. fantasy). Important to note that, in my mind, all this is done with LOVE. Another sexual experience that two lovers can have.

A tiny bit of repetition here as we see things from Caroline's point of view.)

Caroline's Tale

Lena gets a spanking.

Mike's told you all about how we feel after making love with men. I haven't mentioned it before because this is really about Mike but it's true. We both seem to need to be together. We make love but, most of all, we talk about the men or, before Guy, about Mike. Our lovemaking is always tender, just like Mike described and I suppose it is an affirmation of our feelings for each other. This is just to explain how Jo and I felt that Sunday morning.

My need for her was worse that morning for several reasons all, I'm sorry to admit, a bit selfish. I wanted desperately to hear about Guy, how she got on with him, what he was like in bed, everything really because I hadn't had a chance to talk to her alone on Saturday either. I also had this terrible premonition that this might be the last time we made love together. I desperately hoped that Guy wouldn't make her choose but he could and well, you know me, if there's a problem brewing I'll worry about it. On the other hand, we all had to get this sorted out pretty quickly otherwise it would start to undermine everyone's feelings, particularly mine.

I don't think Jo was 100% keen on going upstairs, she was afraid of what Guy would think and, I suppose, because of the possibility he might make her choose, would rather have put it off. I could tell however, that she wanted me. She always did after sex with a man.

I couldn't really see any other way forward than for Mike to talk to Guy. To try and make him understand what he would be asking of Jo. I was worried that if Guy just walked into the situation he might react without thinking and force Jo into a position where she had no choice. It was better, I thought, if he faced the issue calmly. Well at least as calmly as anyone could in his place. I felt a bit sorry for him, so much had happened to him in such a short time. Here he was, in love with a woman who was in love with him and also in love with his father and his future step-mother. I was sure it would be difficult for him but I hoped and prayed that he was his father's son and that Mike had taught him to be caring, considerate, and to think of the feelings of the one he loved.

So I asked Mike. He seemed reluctant at first and I guessed why. He'd had a pretty tough two days as well. Friday really took it out of him and then the joy of yesterday on top seemed to have left him emotionally drained so he wasn't keen to go over it all again. However, we talked and he saw how important it was to both Jo and me so he said he would. If anyone could persuade Guy it was his father!

Well, after lunch I grabbed Jo and we disappeared upstairs. First to the shower then the my bedroom. She was still reluctant, worried about Guy but I said to her, "Jo, it's best that he faces it sooner rather than later. Later and he might think you were hiding it from him."

"I told him I loved you and Mike and he obviously knows I have been making love with you both but he probably thinks that now I've said I love him I won't go with you two any more. Me being up here with you will probably upset him. Oh Lena I'm so frightened. I don't want to have to choose, he won't make me will he?"

"Oh Jo, I don't know but I do know that if he's his father's son then Mike will be able to make him think about the effect of asking you that question. If he thinks about it I don't think he'll make you choose. It doesn't make sense. All he has to realise is that, if he loves you (and I'm sure he does), then he wants to see you happy. Asking you to stop making love with me or Mike would make you sad and you'd have to go away wouldn't you?"

"Go away?" she said shocked.

I hugged her close too me. For once I had thought it through! "If he asks you to choose you'll choose him won't you?" She nodded. "Well I don't think either of us could stand the tension of being together and denying how we feel about each other could we? You might choose him but that is only because you love him in that way, you'll still love us and we'll love you. I think it would be intolerable for all of us."

I could see the effect this was having on her. Look, it's difficult for people who haven't experienced what Jo and I have. You know I owe her everything and now I'd shared the man I love with her to help her over Steve. Our threesomes with Mike had, if anything, made us even closer and we loved each other through and with him.

She started to cry softly, "Lena, Lena, what have I done. Damn this falling in love."

Like before she laid her head on my shoulder and I shushed her just as she'd done to me so often. I had to be strong for her. I felt just as bad about her leaving.

"You mustn't say that," I said to her softly, "what you have with Guy is precious. That's your future. If the worst comes to the worst you must put us behind you Jo, you must for your sake and for his."

"Oh Lena, I think I could with Mike, but you. To lose you would be devastating," and she hugged me so tight.

"Ssshhh," I hushed her. "it's all right. Look darling, Mike buried his love for Gianna didn't he. He just kept the memory of his love for her. You can do that as well, so can I. We don't give it up we just retain the memory. We can do that Jo, it's the only way." Then I wanted to cheer her up. "Joanna, he may not ask you. I don't think he will."

She looked at me with hope in her eyes, "Why?"

"Because he loves you and because you love him. Mike will make him see that when you love someone you want them to be happy, to make them happy. Asking you to choose will make you sad, make us all sad. Come on," I said smiling, "I'm sure it'll be all right."

"Really," she said. She was like a daughter now I supposed, asking me to make things all right for her. I felt so grown up and I loved her so much then.

"Yes, really. I love you Jo and I wouldn't say that if I didn't think it was true. I know Mike will do it."

She smiled, "You love him so much don't you. You're so sure of him, of everything he does."

"Yes, I am. I think he could do anything if he wanted to, anything at all. Yes I do love him, more than life itself and that hurts sometimes but right now it feels so good. Jo, I need you now, you need me. Love me, please," I asked plaintively. I realised, you see, that this might be the last time. I honestly didn't think so, I hadn't lied to Jo, I did believe that Mike would succeed but it wasn't certain was it?

My confidence seemed to make her feel better and slowly she began to react to my soft caresses. It didn't take long, soon we were making love. A bit more tense than usual but wonderful all the same. Afterwards we lay in each other's arms talking about our men. I told her about the two new things Mike and I had done.

"It was lovely Jo, sitting on him like that. He could reach my boobs and my pussy, especially my clit. Then the anal sex. It was like he did that terrible Sunday. Face down, flat on the bed with my legs closed. He felt so big that way and the sensations were so different. You'll have to try it," I ended jokingly.

She seemed sad again but perked up as I asked her about Guy.

"Only twice?" I said as she told me.

She laughed, that was good, "Well that does make six times in one day," she said proudly. "You can't complain can you?"

I laughed as well. "No, I suppose not. What did you do last night?"

She smiled at the memory. "I sucked him again and I told him how much you liked sucking a man's cock. Then I told him you were better at it than me." She smiled again, "Lena, he really fancies you. Every time I mentioned your name he gave a little twitch. He said he used to imagine you sucking him before he met me."

I laughed, "Mike said he did, you remember, I told you."

"I told him you can deep throat as well." She smiled again, "That certainly got a reaction! He came in my mouth. I let him hold my head and fuck my mouth; he was so gentle. Then loads of cum, amazing really. He kissed me straight after I swallowed it all. He didn't seem to mind, just like his dad."

"Was it good?"

"Mmm, lovely. He was very controlled, I kept him on the edge for ages by squeezing his balls. In the end he was pleading to cum," she laughed, "I felt sorry for him."

"Did he get hard straight away?"

"No. He wanted to kiss me all over."

"ALL over?"

"Mmm. He was very good this time. I told him what I liked, you know, underneath boobs sort of thing, then he kissed and sucked my clit. He knows what that is now!"

"What about your bottom, did he do that?"

"Well, I turned over after I came and he kissed my back and my bottom cheeks but he didn't venture in between until I asked him if he wanted to. He did. He's definitely a bottom man Lena. He used his tongue almost as well as Mike does. He can roll it as well and he pushed his tongue right into my bottom hole 'til I came. Then I turned over and he made love to me. Just as he was beginning to cum I asked him whether he wanted to put it in my bottom. Well, that sent him over the top in a big way.

"Did he, you know, in your bottom?"

"No," she said smiling, "he was very apologetic but he was finished. Six times after all. I told him I liked it there and so did you. That brought a twinge," she laughed, "and I told him it was his father's favourite place but he knew. Lena, he found all Mike's DVD's. That's where he learnt about anal sex so I reckon that, while he may not be very experienced himself, it won't take him long to learn."

"Oh I hope so," I said excited now by the thought of him making love to me and by all the other possibilities!

"We may have to wait a while for that Lena, you know, him and you."

"I know," I said, "we mustn't rush him but Jo think of it. Him and Mike together, you and me, oh it'll be so good." I nudged her, "Do you think he might fall a little bit in love with me, you know, like Mike with you?" Then, "Oh Jo, you wouldn't be jealous would you, if he did?"

She smiled and hugged me, "No, I wouldn't be jealous darling, how could I. I know he loves me like Mike loves you so I know there's room for you. I suspect he's already a little bit in love with you anyway. He's probably dreamt of you for ages."

"I like that," I said. Well, I like to be loved and it would be easy to fall in love with him, just a little bit, because he was like a young version of Mike.

Jo was much happier now, she seemed to have shaken of her fear of that question but then, "It's time to go down Jo. Come on, let's get dressed."

"Oh Lena, I'm scared. What if Mike hasn't . . ."

"I'll go down first. Mike will be able to tell me straight away and I'll call to you. If it's bad and he hasn't been able to persuade Guy it's probably better if he comes upstairs and sees you isn't it." I hugged her tight, "Jo, Jo, it'll be all right, I know it will. Come on, get dressed. You can't go down like that you'll have both men all over you." This brightened her up and we both got dressed.

Tentatively, I ventured down the stairs with Jo staying at the top. I could see that Mike had positioned himself so he could see the stairs and, as I came into view he caught my eye, nodded, and smiled. Relief flooded over me and I quickly called to Jo, whispering, "It's all right, he's done it."

She came down just behind me. I was so pleased I bounced up to Mike and kissed him hard. Then I looked at Guy and decided he deserved one too. This time he did react, I could feel him getting hard. Hell, did I want him but I had his father didn't I? Jo came down and caught me with him playfully hustling me away before we began to play as Mike has told you. I was so happy because everything seemed to be going so well. Only one small problem as far as I could see, I didn't think that Mike was really up for it tonight. I realised he must be very, very drained after the last two days and I had to be very careful. If he thought for one moment that he wasn't up to it, couldn't perform, and Guy was around, he might get another attack of self doubt. On top of everything else that had happened, this would be too much.

After this playing which, by the way, is terribly exciting, we both went into the kitchen to make some coffee before getting ready for our Sunday evening meal.

"Well," I said to Jo, "he's OK. I told you didn't I." She was so happy she put her arms round me and cuddled me tightly.

"Lena, isn't he marvellous. He really is just like his father. He seems to have the same way of looking at things. He's kind, considerate, thoughtful. Lena, I feel so happy I could fly," and she swung me around the kitchen in her arms and I'm bigger than her!

So we made coffee and took it back to the lounge. Jo has written about what happened then so I won't go into detail. I listened to Guy as he explained his feelings then was surprised as he knelt in front of her. Flashing a look at Mike I raised my eyebrows but he just shrugged. Then he apologised for making her cry and followed that up by asking her to marry him! Surprised? Boy was I surprised but my heart sang at these words and I looked across at Mike who was beaming. I'm sure that this is what he wanted all along. 

Jo was quiet. Looking at her I could see she was in a complete daze, the emotion of the situation was becoming too much for her. Poor Guy, he thought she was going to say no but I could see that she was having trouble saying anything and tears rolled down her cheeks. All the worry of having to choose and now this, everything she ever wanted. It was almost too much.

Guy looked plaintively at me. "It's OK," I said with a great big smile, "she'll say yes in just a minute when she catches her breath."

He looked back at Jo who was now managing to control her breathing and her emotions. "Oh yes, yes, yessss. When?" she finally managed to say.

This seemed to flummox Guy who obviously hadn't given it any thought. He looked helplessly at Mike, who I'm sure had no idea he was going to propose, then at me. By this time Jo had thrown her arms around him and was covering his face with kisses, "Oh love, love, oh you wonderful man, yes, yes, yes." She was completely overcome by it all and, in the end, they both ended up in a heap on the floor. Meanwhile I looked at Mike and raised my eyebrows quizzically. He understood immediately, should they marry at the same ceremony? He smiled a huge smile but shook his head. I sat beside him, "Did you know?"

He smiled, "I had no idea he'd do that. God I'm proud of him," he whispered to me.

Jo was still all over Guy and they were lying on the floor together kissing. I knelt down beside them. Laughing, I said, "Come on you two. You can do than in bed later! Get up and drink your coffee and talk to us."

Mike got up, pulled Guy upright and held him. "Good for you Guy. It's nice to see you making an honest woman of her," he said laughing.

I was holding Jo tightly, so happy for her and she was hugging me just as tight. Then she started to cry softly, not sad but happy. That started me off and the men came over and held us to.

"Come on," said Mike regaining his cool, "let's sit down and talk about wedding plans."

Jo and Guy sat on the settee holding hands. "Well," said Mike, "when do you want to do it?"

Guy looked at Jo, turned and said to us, "What about with you two?"

I chirped up, "We'd love that Guy, Jo but it's not practical is it. Look, you two will have a proper wedding won't you, not a blessing, so Jo will want a proper frock, won't you Jo." She wasn't getting away with me not planning things. "It'll be too late to arrange all that now won't it Mike?" I said looking at him for support.

He smiled at me. He knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to arrange everything didn't I? "I think she's right Guy. I'm sure Jo will want to choose a dress. Yes Jo?"

She nodded, "Mmm," then she looked at me and smiled, "and I'm sure Lena will want to help me choose it. After all she will be my prospective mother won't she?"

I would wouldn't I? Now there's a thought. "If you ever call me mother I'll crown you," I said laughing at her, "but yes, I do want to help you choose and arrange." I turned to Mike, he was always so good at arranging things, "Well, what do you think?"


"Well, Jo, Guy. What about two weeks after us. That'll give Nardo enough time to arrange it all. It won't be too long for everyone to stay for the wedding and we can come back here for the two weeks and enjoy ourselves before I'm faced with two old married ladies," he laughed. "Mind," he said seriously, "Lena will have to be careful because of the embryo. I think we'll have to go back to the clinic anyway to check everything is OK. How does that sound?"

Jo and Guy looked at each other then Guy turned to us and said, "That sounds great father. Will you be my best man?"

Mike smiled, "Nothing would give me greater pleasure. Your dad will give you away won't he Jo?"

She laughed, "If he gets over the shock, yes he will."

I had a sudden thought, "Mike," I said, "if Guy's your best man, who's giving me away?"

We all looked at each other. "Oh hell," said Mike, "I hadn't thought about that. Who do you want to give you away?"

I thought for a minute. Really I could only think of two people, either Jo's dad or Silvio. "Mike, I don't really have anyone who can do that." I turned to Jo, "Would your dad give me away as well?"

She smiled, "He loves you almost as much as he does me so I'm sure he will. I'll speak to him tonight," she laughed, "I'll ask him when he's picked himself up off the floor."

"Dad," said Guy nervously, "will you tell Nardo and everybody?"

Mike looked at Guy and smiled sadly, "No," he said, "you've got to do that Guy." The he held him by the shoulders, "Confidence lad. Tell Nardo and don't take any nonsense from him and tell Silvio and your mother." He looked at me, "I'll tell her that we both know. I'll make sure that she knows you didn't break your promise to her." He turned to me, "Is that OK Lena?"

I smiled at him and nodded. Do you know, it was OK. I wasn't bothered at all about it. I loved him so I wanted him to be happy. All the things he'd said to Guy I'd taken on board as well. I felt so good that I couldn't be unhappy.

"Come on everyone, drink this bloody coffee. It's getting cold. And we'd better get changed if we're going out." So this very important afternoon ended as we sat quietly drinking coffee and talking about weddings. Afterwards we all got ready for dinner at one of our favourite restaurants in the town. 

We had a lovely meal, laughing and joking all the way through. The only problem I had was that Mike drank a lot of wine. Now, as you know, he doesn't usually drink much if he's going to make love, he says it slows him down. So tonight it seemed that I was going to be frustrated but I was very aware that I mustn't show it in case he had another confidence attack. Even more likely I thought with his son banging off six times in one day – although he had slowed down a bit! Because he drank a lot I was quite surprised that, late in the meal, I felt his hand on my leg, creeping up under my skirt and stroking my inner thigh. I looked at him in surprise.




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He leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry sweetheart. I said I was going to tan your bottom tonight didn't I and, if I can't manage it, we've got the fake haven't we?" Oh god, he was going to use the dildo on me. This was so exciting. How he came up with these ideas I don't know. I suppose he'd seen so many adult films he had a wealth of ideas. By now his hand was stroking my pussy over my panties. "Keep it warm for me," he whispered smiling, "I have got a tongue you know." Then he took his hand away. Jo and Guy hadn't noticed any of this they were wrapped up in each other by now so I leant over to Mike and kissed him.

"I love you," I said.

"I know," he smiled back.

It was an especially lovely evening so after the meal we decided to walk back along the promenade. It wasn't very late and there were quite a few people doing the same thing. Halfway along the promenade we found some secluded seats. Guy and Jo sat off together and I cuddled up to Mike. We sat for a few moments watching them kissing and whispering to each other. I could almost feel the pleasure emanating from Mike as he watched.

"You don't mind, you know, losing Jo like this?" he said.

I smiled and pecked his cheek, "No," I said, "I'm pleased to see her so happy. It was right wasn't it," I asked him staring up into his eyes, "It was right to share you wasn't it?"

He laughed, "I suppose so," he said. Then more seriously, "Oh Lena I feel so happy, so fortunate. I have you, more important than anything; I have Guy, my son; and now I have a daughter who is my lover as well." He looked at me, "You don't mind do you, them not getting married with us?" He cuddled me close, "That's our day, yours and mine and I'm afraid I was being a bit selfish. I didn't want to share it with anyone else, even Jo and Guy."

Silly man, how could I mind when he puts it like that! "Of course not. Anyway I want to make sure everything is OK for Jo. I'm so excited, our marriage, the baby, Jo and Guy. Oh Mike life is wonderful isn't it?"

"When you love someone yes, life is wonderful. Now you little minx," he said laughing, "do you want to have you bottom tanned tonight."

"Mmm, yes please but, err . . ."

"I know," he said smiling, "don't worry. I know what you're thinking. I had a lot of wine. Well, honestly Lena, I won't be able to get hard tonight." I started to interrupt. "Ssshh, wait. But I'm not worried, I'm tired Lena, that's all. The last three days have been very hectic emotionally for me, for us all really. I know you're worried that I might start feeling 'inadequate' again, especially with our 'six-shooter' over there," he laughed, "but I don't. Lena, it's just a fact of life. But remember," he said poking his tongue out, "I do have fingers and a tongue, and we do have a standby don't we? I haven't tanned your bottom yet have I?" he said. Then seriously, "Lena, it's very dangerous. If we do it properly it will hurt. Do you want that?"

A frisson of pleasure shot through my body as I recalled that Sunday and the pain. It's so close, isn't it, this pain/pleasure thing but I knew that I wanted to try this, it was new, different and I trusted him.

"Yes," I said, "yes. I'm excited already but I am a bit scared."

He smiled, "Don't be. I won't be hot so I'll be concentrating on giving you pleasure. I won't get carried away. I said I wouldn't hurt you again didn't I but this will be different. It's for your pleasure." He smiled seductively, "It's a gentle test that will hurt a bit I'm sure you'll enjoy every moment, particularly when it begins to sting."

God, I could feel my bottom getting warm just thinking about it. "Will you use the dildo?"

"Do you want me to?"

Deep breath, we should never have secrets should we, "Yes," then, "is it all right?"

He smiled, "Anything you want is all right, you know that." Then he put his arms right round me, "Your love is priceless. I'd do anything for you, you know that don't you?"

I did and now I started to cry softly in pleasure at what he said. I undid his shirt and slid my arms inside. I wanted to feel him next to me. I kissed him and whispered in his ear, "I love you. Let's go home." He called to the others and we continued our slow stroll home arm in arm.

When we got home Jo and I went upstairs to shower leaving the men to use the small ones in the bedrooms. She's written about our conversation there.

A I left the shower I must admit that I was feeling slightly nervous at what was going to happen. I knew he was going to spank me and the thought was sending thrills through my body but what would he actually do. I had no real idea of what a 'spanking' actually meant. I'd read about it of course but I hadn't seen films or anything. I knew he wouldn't really hurt me, not like before, he loved me too much for that but you know how close pain is to pleasure so, although there was a thrill on anticipation, there was also apprehension.

He must have heard me coming, the door was slightly ajar and, as I approached, he opened it. He was naked. He ushered me into the room then took my housecoat off.

"You," he said sternly, "have been a very naughty girl haven't you?" and he winked at me. We were going to play games.

"Yes," I said demurely as I lowered my eyes.

"And what happens to naughty girls?"

"They get spanked?"

"Yes," he said, "they get put over my knee and spanked."

"Oh please don't spank me, please don't make my bottom sore and all red, please." Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!

"Now, now," he said softly, "naughty girls must get punished mustn't they," and he turned and sat on the bed. "Come here and stand in front of me."

He was pretending sternness, clipping his words to give a schoolmasterly air. As I stood in front of him I was already beginning to become agitated. What would it be like, would it hurt that much, surely not!

"Turn round," he said, "so I can inspect you to make sure that you are able to accept the 'punishment'."

My heart leapt into my mouth as I turned. What was he going to do. "Open your legs." My bottom was level with his eyes and as I obeyed him I could feel his eyes on the valley between my cheeks. "Touch you toes."

I laughed, "I can't," I said.

Slap, slap. He slapped my bottom cheeks hard. It bloody stung. "Oww," I yelled.

"Naughty girls do as they're told or they get punished even more," he said. "Lean forward on the dresser and 'present' yourself and you only speak when told to."

Oh god I thought, he can see everything. What will he do? I learnt that day that so much of the pleasure of this sort of game is in the anticipation, the waiting and the apprehension. Not knowing what he would do. Evidently I was a bit slow complying with his demands because I got another two slaps, not quite so hard this time, as I bent into position.

Then he was kissing my anus, licking the valley between my cheeks. He followed this by licking my bottom where he had smacked me. Oh bliss.

"Oh yes," I said, "lick me there."

Slap, slap, slap, slap. "Owwww, that bloody hurt!" Four slaps this time, two on each cheek, quite hard followed by another two, six in all.

"You mustn't speak until told. If you want your punishment you must do as you are told." He was telling me now that I could stop if I wanted. I didn't! Although the slaps hurt when he did them they left a marvellous tingling in my bottom. I could feel the cheeks burning where he had smacked me; and still this terribly exciting feeling of anticipation. "Do you want your punishment, you can speak – only one word."

Oh dear what was I to do. I wasn't frightened, I could never be frightened of him, but, well he wasn't holding back on the slaps and he hadn't even started on the 'punishment' yet. But bloody hell, it was so exciting and the burning in my bottom cheeks was transmitting itself to my anus and to my clit. He would only hurt me enough to give me pleasure so softly I said, "Yes," as I thrust my bottom out a tiny bit more.

Then he began to lick me again, his tongue working along the valley between the cheeks of my bottom. Oh hell, I wanted to tell him to put his tongue in my anus as far as he could but I daren't speak, or dare I? "Please lick me there, please."

Slap, slap, slap, slap. "Owwwwww." Slap, slap. Oh god, another six and not soft taps either. My cheeks were really stinging now but I was so warm all over. It's funny really, he was hurting me but I was happy that he was. Oh how enticing this pain is. Now, however, I was going to keep quiet! I'd lost count of the smacks he'd landed, I only knew my bottom was stinging and felt hot and red but so exciting. The last few had brought tears to my eyes but now he began to gently massage my bottom, to kiss and to lick the hotness and assuage the stinging with his tongue. He did this for ages, just licking, kissing and gently massaging. So tender, so gentle I almost forgot what he was about to do.

Then he was talking again. "Stand up and turn round." I did and looked down at him. "Are you ready for your punishment?" he asked sternly, "do not speak remember, just nod your head."

What was I to do? I wanted it but I didn't. It would hurt but I was wet thinking about it and knew he wouldn't hurt me more than necessary for pleasure. I nodded yes and he motioned me to lay across his knees with my bottom before his eyes.

"I think six to start, don't you?"

"Yes," I said.

Slap, slap, slap, slap. They bloody hurt, the hardest yet. It was a sort of 'flick' slap not the flat of his hand. I'd learnt not to yell – that got two more. "Do not speak until I give you permission. Now six. You will count them. If you lose count we start at one again and you must say the number immediately after it lands. If you don't I add one. Do you understand? You may speak."

Hell, this was a bit more than I expected but could I pull out now. The anticipation was driving me crazy. He must have been able to feel my wetness on his leg. I was leaking something terrible but where was this going to lead. To a very sore bottom I thought but I couldn't say no, I wanted this so I said, "Yes."

Smack. The first one landed. Far harder than anything up to now.

"A little bit late there. I think we'll have that one again."

Smack. One. Oh hell, the same cheek. That hurts even more. Before he did alternate cheeks.

Smack. Two. Same cheek again.

Smack. Three. Oh dear, my bottom was sore now.

Smack. Four. Oh god, the other side.

Smack. Shit, how many. I couldn't remember. Now I was afraid. My apprehension had become fear. Fear at the sharp pain each smack caused. Yet, yet, oh that fear was so exciting.

"That one again I think."

Smack. I didn't know, I'd lost count. I was beginning to cry now but it was marvellous. My clit was singing and my anus was clenching and unclenching in anticipation of what he would do next. Oh it hurt but I was enjoying it.

"I don't know," I sniffled, "I don't know. Please don't start at one."

Slap, slap, slap, slap. Oh god that hurt on top of the smacks. 

Suddenly relief. Cool lotion applied to my bottom cheeks and massaged gently in. The feeling of relief was marvellous. He'd stopped, finished may be. He massaged my bottom cheeks for ages occasionally brushing my anus with his fingers. My bottom had cooled down now but I hadn't! I was about to ask him whether we'd finished when he said, "Oh dear, the naughty girl lost count. I'll have to start at one again."

I sobbed, he was going to start again. He must have heard the sob because he said, "Is the naughty girl OK? Does she want to be a good girl and stop?"

Did I want him to stop? No. This was so vitally real, the pain of the slaps and the soreness of my bottom. His massaging of my cheeks had cooled me down but I thought that when he started again it would hurt even more. But, but, my anus was so ready for anything and my clit, well it felt so enormous. Just the thought of further punishment. And a funny feeling was creeping in here – he loved me enough to punish me! I had to carry it through didn't I even if only this once.

"No," I said breathlessly.

"Begin counting then."

Slap, one. Slap, two. Slap, three. It was really hurting now. The first banished any feeling of coolness and now the cheek he was hitting was burning, burning but so was my clit! I was almost on the point of orgasm. A strange feeling of pain mixed with pleasure.

Slap, four. I daren't lose count now, slap, five. Slap, six. Oh god he's finished. Now his hand went between my legs and covered my pussy completely. His middle fingers parted the lips and delved inside, starting to stroke me. Then to my clit, engorged by the spanking, to gently stroke and squeeze. I shouted, "Oh yes, yes, yes," as I came, then burning of my bottom cheeks seeming to fuel the power of my orgasm. It was as if a fire had been lit in my tummy but pleasant fire that I didn't want to die. His hand was soaked with my juices as I came and he then began to use them on my bottom, again gently massaging. I thought he was finished but now.

"Naughty girls must not shout when then cum," he said. "On the dresser over there you will find a number of items of punishment. You will receive six from each of them. If you want to continue to be a naughty girl you will choose two and bring them to me."

I stood up, stiff from the position and from the soreness of my bottom. Oh hell, he wasn't finished. I had to take twelve more, twelve! I wasn't sure. I walked unsteadily to the dresser. Heck, he had a table tennis bat, a big 18 inch ruler, an enormous hair brush, a slipper, a riding crop. I took a deep breath. Did I want this? He was leaving it up to me but I didn't know what he planned. He said just twelve more but did I have to count? What if I lost count again? It would be more than twelve, it could go on for ages. Would he do that to me. Well, I knew he wouldn't really hurt me, this was for sexual pleasure and, after all, my bottom was able to deal with it, he wasn't hurting me anywhere else although I might find it difficult to sit down tomorrow. And he loved me enough to hurt me, punish me for all my doubts about him. I deserved it! Oh this is so dangerous!

I took another deep breath and turned to look at him. He was watching me calmly, there was no sign of his beast so that was OK. He didn't have an erection so I suppose this was almost clinical for him, trying to introduce me to pleasure by this route and, make no mistake, there was pleasure. My orgasm had been intense. Perhaps that's why I was hesitant. The remains of that orgasm were clouding my mind. Did I want to try for more. Yes, I trusted him completely, so yes. The feeling grew again; one of satisfaction that he was punishing me because I felt I should be punished for doubting him. Oh, I knew that if I so much as suggest that possibility he would stop but, for me, it felt like some kind of release.

I picked up the bat and the ruler and stood in front of him. He took them from me and motioned me to take my position across his knees. When I was settled he started to massage my cheeks again, still sore from his slapping. Then he opened the valley between and began to apply KY to my anus. Oh hell, what was he going to do? His fingers eased the KY around my tiny rear hole then one forced itself inside. I squeezed him tight, practising my muscle control, then relaxed as he pushed two fingers inside and began to coat the inside of my rectum with KY.

He'd placed the bat and the ruler on the floor in front of my face reminding me of what was coming I suppose and now he said, "Give me the ruler." I handed it to him and then I realised I probably made a mistake! The ruler was 18 inches so it would reach right across my bottom not just one cheek.

"Oh, can I change?"

Slap, slap. "Naughty girls must not speak until told to. That is one to each total." Oh heck, 14 now. I took a deep breath and readied myself for the ordeal although I must say that both my bottomhole and my pussy were on fire.

So he started. He didn't mention counting so I didn't. I'd probably have lost count anyway because the first stroke caused me to start to cry out then stifle it for fear of even more. I realised afterwards that this control, establishing fear of even more punishment, is part of the control aspect of spanking. There's no doubt it makes it tremendously exciting.

After three strokes I was softly crying. They hurt, hurt a lot. He wasn't holding back. The first three were in different places, in a line down my bottom but then he hit the same place. It felt like a fire inside my bottom as he gave me four sharp strokes with the ruler. I sobbed. The only reason I didn't beg him to stop was that he would give me more for speaking. Then it was over and he was again massaging cool oil into my cheeks. It eased the pain somewhat but not much and I still had six with the bat to go, no, hell, seven with the bat.

Suddenly my concentration on the cheeks of my bottom was banished as I felt something pressing against my anus. The feeling was so exciting, my anus being made so sensitive by the tanning of my bottom. I relaxed the sphincter and felt the dildo enter me. He pushed it in halfway then out again, entering my bottom like he did with his penis until, finally, it was all inside. Not as big as him but, hell, that didn't matter did it, I had something in my rectum. Now he started to move faster, harder. In and out, in and out, his other hand reaching my pussy and stroking my clit. I came, tremendous, thrashing about, moaning and squeezing my vagina (although there was nothing in it) and my rectum. I felt liquid inside me, hitting my bowels and that sent me even higher before he slowed his thrusting and eased me down from my high.

I had a moment of calm now. God, that was good. My bottom still hurt like hell but now we had finished, ending with a marvellous orgasm. The fake penis was still in my bottom. It felt strange there, after all, normally he would be soft. Why hadn't he taken it out. A frisson of fear, shit, seven more from the bat!

He broached my reverie, "If the naughty girl wants to carry on she must hand me the instrument of punishment," he said. Again he was giving me the choice, did I want to carry on? Surely this was the end but did I want to continue. Yes, I did, I wanted to see it through to the end and, surely, there would be even more pleasure mixed with the pain? And he loved me enough to punish me!

I picked up the bat. "Look at the other side," he said. Oh shit, I'd thought it was flat but the other side was pimply, like old fashioned bats. Sod it, on top of an already very tender bottom this would hurt but the dildo was still in my bottomhole, deep inside with the balls resting against my pussy. What would this feel like?

I took a deep breath and handed it to him. I hoped this was the end but he had more in store. "After each stroke you must say 'thank you master' then, 'please again'. Every time you forget I add one more – on each side. Do you understand?"

Oh shit, no. I couldn't do that. I'd forget wouldn't I? But I couldn't stop now; so near to the end. I stifled a sob and squeezed my rectum and anus on the fake penis in my bottom. It felt so good, what would it feel like when he punished me. I had to go on, to show that I could and I wanted to anyway.

"Yes," I said and I took a deep breath, holding it against the first stroke. Crash, the noise was so loud and it bloody hurt, but it did funny things to my anus and the dildo inside. Unfortunately I was so wound up in the pain and the wonderful feeling that was building in my rectum that I forgot to thank him and ask for the next one.

"Too slow, that means eight left." Crash, on the same side. I yelled but remembered to turn it into a 'thank you master, please again'. He followed this immediately and we continued until I had about six. I don't really know because by them I was hurting so much on the outside and feeling so much pleasure on the inside that I wasn't really aware of anything. My world was simply the crash of the bat on my bottom, the pain, the soreness and the effect this had on my rectum which clutched ever tighter on the fake penis.




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"Just two left," he said interrupting my concentration, and he administered them. These were far, far harder that the other six, I thought that Guy and Jo must have heard the noise. They made my legs jump and straighten and my neck tense. God they hurt, hurt like hell, it felt as if my bottom was on fire. Then I realised that he hadn't really been too harsh. If anything he'd been gentle. As soon as the last stroke fell he took hold of the dildo and began to pound it in my bottom in earnest. Long, deep strokes filling me. His other hand again to my pussy, fingers deep inside me and he began to softly blow on my bottom cheeks. The effect of all this was to bring me to a powerful orgasm which seemed to be centred on my bottom cheeks which hurt so much. At that moment I felt an intense love for him, different from usual. A gratefulness that he had agreed to punish me like this, punishment that I wanted, no that I needed, from him regularly now. Although it hurt it seemed somehow right that he should do this to me. 

He brought me down from the pitch of my climax cooing softly in my ear as he laid me face down on the bed. "Well my precious, how about that?" he said in a soft voice.

"Oh dear, I don't know. My bum hurts like hell but I enjoyed the feeling in my pussy and bottom." I looked up at him, eyes wide, then looked down in submission, "Thank you for punishing me, I deserved it!"

His hand gently lifted my chin. He looked angry, "Don't say that, you deserved NOTHING. Now you see the danger of this play. You're close to where Jo was, thanking me for hurting you. I didn't like doing that very much but I promised you. I couldn't ever risk doing that if I was hot as well, I don't know where it would end. And I didn't really lay it on until the last two. With that amount of spanking, delivered properly and I mean hard, you wouldn't sit down for days." He looked at me with so much love in his eyes, "I won't ever do that to you again so you'd better savour the experience," he smiled. "Mind, I thought you enjoyed it."

I rolled over, reached up and pulled him to me, kissing his lips. "Yes, it was good, despite a sore bum. It is funny though, I really felt grateful for you doing that, as if I should thank you for hurting me. Is that why you made me ask for it, count and that sort of thing."

"Mmm. The idea is that you should know what's coming and that adds to the tension. The counting is just a way of giving more punishment. No one can actually remember to count properly, not in that situation. If you ask for it, or pick your own instrument of punishment it makes you subservient, psychologically, to the person punishing you. Then you begin to think you deserve the punishment so you become grateful for it being given. Oh Lena, it's such a dangerous road. If we did it again you'd beg me to hurt you even more, use a cane, riding crop, or even worse and I'd draw blood. All sorts of dangerous things. The terrible thing is, sweetheart, that I would do it and enjoy doing it. It works like that, the more you love someone the more pleasure giving them pain gives you because the one you love will also enjoy receiving the pain. It's in all of us Lena, you've seen it in Jo. But that won't happen to us, I won't let it." He smiled softly at me, "Now turn back over and we'll see what we can do for that poor bottom of yours."

I must admit it was hurting, bloody sore in fact. I would need a cushion tomorrow but it had been worth it. Both for the orgasms which were so different and for the experience of pain. I think I understand what he said about women being susceptible to masochism, perhaps it's because we can love so strongly. I know I would have let Mike do anything to me because I knew he loved me. That's dangerous isn't it?

"Just lay there for a moment, I'll pop to the bathroom and get some ointment." He returned in a few minutes and began to apply the lotion to my bum. It was lovely and cool and seemed to be more soothing than that he had applied during my punishment. He continued to massage and stroke my bottom with the lotion for ages and I sank into a sort of reverie, enjoying the sensuous pleasure his hands were giving me. Strangely enough, after a while, I started to get excited again. This attention to the cheeks of my bottom started to make me think how nice it would be if he licked me there. He must have realised that I was getting a bit excited because he was occasionally massaging the valley between my cheeks and his finger would, now and then, press at my anus.

I turned my head to face him. "Lick me there, please. It's so nice."

He smiled down at me and kissed me, then he opened my legs and knelt in between. His fingers gently prised open the cheeks of my bottom and he leant forward to place his lips on my anus. He kissed me there and then his tongue began to lick. First the whole length of my nether valley, top to bottom, then concentrating on my anus itself. He licked all round the sphincter before tenderly pushing his tongue inside, rolled like a small prick before it widened and began to lick the inside of my rectum. His thumbs pulled my anus gently apart and I relaxed the muscle to give him even more access – how I wished he was hard then but this was lovely. My hand went to my clit, he didn't stop me this time, and I stroked and squeezed it. Together with his tongue in my bottom hole, this brought my orgasm, the third major one of the evening. As it arrived I pushed my bum into his face, wanting his tongue to turn into a hard penis. He actually pulled my bottom on to him and managed to get more of his tongue inside my rectum than ever before. It was tremendous because I could also still feel the tingling in my bottom cheeks from the spanking.

As I came down he pulled away and laid beside me. I looked up at him, "I love you," I said, "it's not fair, you haven't had any pleasure. Shall I suck you, you might get hard?"

He smiled, "I've had loads of pleasure watching you. Heck I love that bottom of yours."

"I want to suck you even if you don't get hard. You'll enjoy it won't you?"

"OK but don't expect anything. It might perk up a bit but not very much," he laughed.

So I pushed him on his back and started to kiss him. I wanted to do this, no I needed to do this. It was so unfair that he got no pleasure. I started on his nipples, I know he likes this, then pulled the hair on his chest with my tongue before moving down across his tummy to his pubes. Now I was at home! I took the hair in my teeth and pulled, he liked that, then I took his flaccid penis in my hand and began to gently masturbate him. He didn't get really hard although the softness changed to a firmer stiffness. That's good, I thought, as I took him in my mouth. Such a lovely taste, slightly sweaty, salty, manly. At this size I could get him all in my mouth and I did, using my tongue to coat him with saliva and to savour the taste of him. I detected a slight flavour of pre-cum so he must have been leaking a little and now he started to move his hips against my mouth. Perhaps he would cum? He was getting harder but not much.

"Is that nice," I asked speaking with my mouth full!

"Mmm, very pleasant."

I enjoyed doing this, it was the least I could do. He got a little harder as I sucked on his penis and I was rewarded with some more pre-cum, such a lovely taste, the essence of him. Then he stopped and whispered, "Enough sweetheart, come up here and hold me."

Reluctantly I took him from my mouth and crawled up level with him. He held me tightly. "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't want to hurt you too much."

"I don't mind," I said, "I enjoyed it." I smiled, "And I enjoyed you stroking my bottom afterwards." Now to raise the issue of sharing and everything.

"Mike?" I said pensively.

"What is it angel di dio?" 

"Jo wants to stay with you later this week. Is that OK?"

He looked at me, "Is it OK with you," he said.

"You know it is. She wants to have you before we get married."

He smiled, "Sounds good. Of course I want her. Will she talk to Guy. It's early days yet for them isn't it."

"Mmm," I said, "Mike?"

"Yes," he said smiling. He knew exactly where I was going.

"She wants me to 'look after' Guy," I said holding my breath.

"Do you want to?" He was not going to let me get away with this easily. I had to be honest.

"Yes, I do. Oh Mike, I'm sorry but I can't help wanting him. He's so like you, like you must have been. Please don't hate me. I won't if you don't want me to."

"Dolce amata, I understand. If you want him you have him and give him the time of his life."

I kissed him and held him tight. Now to broach the subject of all four of us together.

"Mike?"

"Yes darling?"

"You know that when the embryo is implanted we have to be careful when we make love?"

"Mmm."

"You won't do anything out of the ordinary when I'm pregnant will you?"

"How did you know that."

"I don't know. I sort of know you will be very tender and gentle with me."

"Mmm, it's true. I like sex then but I can't get the worry about the baby and everything out of my mind so you're right, I don't like anything out of the ordinary." He looked me in the eye, "I wouldn't want you to go with anyone else then. I don't know why, I just wouldn't. I don't mind Jo, but not even Guy. I'm sorry, you do understand don't you?"

Of course I understood. He loved me and he loved the baby so he wouldn't would he. "Of course I understand and I wouldn't want to anyway. We can all wait until afterwards. You know Jo might well be pregnant as well?"

"No, but I'm not surprised the way they are at it," he laughed. "I don't suppose they bother to use anything do they?"

"No, not enough time for that. She doesn't mind, in fact I think she's quite looking forward to it." Time to get back to the subject, "Mike?" Again pensive.

"You are an inquisitive little minx this evening. I should tan your bottom more often," he said jokingly but I knew he wouldn't ever again!

"Jo and I want to try you both at the same time," I said in a rush then held my breath.

He leaned up on one arm and looked down at me. "Both of you?"

"Yes, even Jo wants to. Mind she is a bit worried about size," I said smiling. Well he hadn't said no, yet.

He smiled, "I'm not surprised. Guy's not that small."

"Will you?" I asked again.

He bent his head and kissed me. "I've told you precious, anything you want. He's probably the only man I could possibly do that with. Are you sure, both of you."

"Yes, we want to try it and it has to be here, now because of the baby. We could wait until afterwards but that's nine months and you're both here, we're both here. Can we, please," I pouted at him outrageously.

He hugged me close, "You are an impossible minx," he said. "Look, it's all right by me but what about Guy. It is early days. I know he's seen that in the films but he may find it difficult to see me actually having sex with Jo in front of him and, you mustn't forget, it is quite difficult for us men to do this. You know we're not really used to performing in front of each other. You'd have to give that some thought."

"Jo suggested that I raise it with Guy when I'm with him then she thought you might talk to him about it."

"Well, I already raised the possibility this afternoon so he has it in his mind. I don't know Lena. He might go for it. Although he's inexperienced he's pretty broadminded and, as I said, he has seen it all in the movies. OK see how he reacts with you." He smiled, "If you and Jo can't hook him then no one can!"

With that we cuddled up and went to sleep.

I was up first in the morning and, yes, my bum was bloody sore. Jo joined me in the kitchen to make breakfast and she noticed me sitting rather gingerly.

"So, he spanked you last night did he?"

"Mmm," I said, "my bum's bloody sore. Jo it was fantastic but oh so dangerous. I ended up thanking him for hurting me. He told me off, said he would only do it because he wasn't worked up and that he would never do it again."

"Did he spank you hard."

So I told Jo all about it and I could see she was getting excited by it. "Jo, you mustn't you know. You've buried that, don't go back there."

She hugged me, "I know but it is so enticing. You know, you felt it didn't you. You wanted him to hurt you even more didn't you?"

"Yes I did. I don't think he really put much into it. Although it hurt it wasn't till the last two strokes with the bat that he really laid into me. I realised then how much more he could have hurt me. He won't do it again, I know that, and he won't do it to you. I don't think Guy will either, he loves you too much. Anyway," I said, "enough about me, what was last night like, did he have your bottom?"

"Oh yes," she smiled at the memory and told me all about it. 

Pretty soon Mike and Guy joined us in the kitchen and we had breakfast together on what was a very lazy day. Sunbathing and swimming, eating and drinking, talking and laughing for us while Mike took Guy for a round of golf after lunch. It was as close to bliss as one could get. Sex wasn't in the air, both Jo and I needed a rest, so did the men. Three times last night said Jo, three times. I was really looking forward to Tuesday. Jo hadn't mentioned it to him, she wanted to wait until Tuesday evening so he wouldn't get too hung up about it. We cooked dinner together and spent the evening on the balcony looking out over the lake. Then bed to sleep cuddled up to Mike.

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Caroline Ch. 10.04



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 10.04

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will.)

Caroline's Tale

Lena and Guy!

It was the men's turn to cook on Tuesday, we had a sort of arrangement. Jo and I always cooked dinner together. It gave us a chance to chat but Mike always alternated, getting breakfast and lunch.

So Mike and Guy, both up early, made breakfast in the kitchen. I don't think that Guy was much of a cook but he did his best. We had another quiet morning and went out onto the lake in the afternoon. Most of the time we spent talking about the two weddings. I must admit that I was very interested in shopping with Jo for her trousseau.

As we sat by the pool before dinner I said to Jo, "What sort of dress are you going to wear Jo? Are you going to wear the full bridal dress or just one like mine?"

"I don't really know," she said, "what do you think?"

" Well, I think it will be nice. You would look really lovely all in white and, after all, it is your first marriage so you might as well." I laughed, " You might not get another chance!"

She laughed. "Do you really think so? I bet it's only because you want to help me choose it."

I leaned over and kissed her, "That is one of the reasons but you will look so lovely. I can't wait to see you dressed all in white walking down the aisle with Guy standing there waiting for you. Your father will be so proud and so will I and Mike. Oh please Jo, it'll be so much fun."

"All right, you win, I'll wear white."

"Who's wearing white?" said Mike as he sat down next to me.

"We were just discussing what to Jo should wear for the wedding and I've managed to persuade her to wear white."

"You will look absolutely delightful," he said, "I can't wait to see you all in white. Have you discussed it with Guy?"

"No, not really but I don't think he has any problems with anything that I decide. I'm sure that Gianna will want to have some say in the wedding plans and I bet that Bernardo and Sally will also want to lend a hand. It's going to be quite an interesting job making all the arrangements and keeping everyone happy. I'm only a bit worried that my mum and dad might feel a bit left out."

"Well," said Mike pensively, "your mum and dad are coming out for our wedding so they'll be at Bernardo's in plenty of time for yours so why not let them make all the arrangements with him. It is your wedding after all Jo and I'm sure your mum will want to do all the things that mums do before weddings. I don't think Bernardo will mind if she, sort of, takes over. I tell you what, I'll speak to Bernardo this afternoon and get it all arranged. What did your mum and dad say when you told them you were getting married?"

"They were quite surprised," she laughed, "after all I've only known Guy for a few weeks but they're both very happy for me."

Just then that Guy joined us by the pool. "We've just been discussing your wedding," said Mike laughing, "if it's okay with you we thought it might be nice to leave all the arrangements, or at least as many as possible up to Joanna's mum. I'm sure that Bernardo and Sally will be only too happy to let her have her way and, after all, it is the bride's mother's prerogative. Is that okay with you?"

He smiled. He was already becoming used to our manipulations and he didn't seem to mind. Well it is woman's business isn't it?

"No I don't mind. I'll leave all the arrangements up to you."

"I'm going to wear white Guy," said Jo, "is that all right?"

He leant over, put his arms around her and said, "You'll be the prettiest bride ever seen," and he kissed her. See he was just like his father. He found the right things to say.

We spent the afternoon in Arona shopping. When we got back to the boat and on the journey home I could see that Jo was beginning to consider asking Guy about tonight. She kept looking at him with a thoughtful expression on her face. Wanting to help, I suggested that when we got back, we go and start dinner then we could have a chat.

"You spoke to Mike didn't you?" said Jo later in the kitchen.

"Mmm, I told him that you wanted to go with him before we got married. He's looking forward to it. I know he'll be okay because he didn't get hard at all on Sunday. He doesn't mind me going with Guy either. Have you spoken to Guy?"

"No not yet. Oh Lena do you think he'll agree. I know he said it was okay when we were talking on Sunday but saying it was okay and actually doing it are two different things. I'm frightened that he might get upset. What do you think?"

"He said it would be OK didn't he so I think it'll be all right. You need a few moments alone with him. Why not wait until after dinner. I'll take Mike up to the roof and you can ask him then."

"Mmm, that's probably best," she said.

So we had a long and pleasant evening meal. I noticed that Mike drank hardly anything so he was ready for later on, neither did Guy. That was a good sign! To give Jo plenty of time alone with Guy I volunteered Mike and me for the washing up so we retired to the kitchen to clear up.

"She's going to ask him is she?" Mike said as we started.

"Mmm, she's a bit worried. What do you think?"

"He'll be OK about it now. She's proved how much she loves him so he's pretty secure on that front. Anyway," he said smiling and putting his arms round me, "look at the marvellous reward he gets." He kissed me tenderly and held me to him. I liked to think then, that he would rather have me tonight than Jo but I had sort of promised. After we finished washing up we went up to the roof via the pool area so as not to disturb Jo and Guy. When we got up there Mike turned to me.

"God I love you," he said as he held me tight, "and I want you, you know."

I could feel he did! "Yes, I know. And I want you but it's Jo's turn tonight. I'll still be here later on."

"I don't know why but you seem to look even more beautiful over the last few days. I don't know, glowing I suppose and so happy."

I hugged him, he could say the nicest things couldn't he? "It might be the hormone pills I have to take," I said. "They are supposed to make my body think I'm pregnant so I'm ready for the embryo."

"Well," he said smiling down at me, "if this is what being pregnant does for you we should try I more often. You look absolutely lovely. Guy's a very lucky man: I hope he knows just how lucky he is."

"Are you sure you don't mind. I can sleep in the spare bedroom you know."

"Oh course I don't mind. I have Jo. You give Guy the time his life." He kissed me again.

"Don't forget he's mine tonight," said Jo as she came up onto the roof. "Don't wear him out," she laughed.

He turned to look at her, "Hell, you look gorgeous. Come here and hug us both." So she did.

"He was OK then," I said to her.

"Yes. He said he understood and he kissed me and told me to enjoy myself. Oh Lena, he's wonderful." Then she looked at Mike, "Just like his father" she said as she kissed him.

"Did you say anything about him and me?" I asked.

"No, I didn't. I thought you could go down now and seduce him," she said laughing.

"Mmm, that's a good idea." So off I went downstairs.

Guy was sitting on the settee reading. He seemed happy enough as I sat next to him.

"Are you OK about Jo and Mike?" I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. "Yes," he said, "I understand now how important it is for her, and for my father. What about you? Don't you mind?"

"No, I don't mind." I snuggled up to him, "Why should I mind. Jo says I can have you instead."

This didn't seem to sink in for a few moments then he realised what I had said and he started to get all shy. "But, but . . ."

I put my finger over his mouth, "No 'buts' Guy. I know you've wanted me for ages haven't you?"

This was not the shy young man of the past and he quickly put his hesitation behind him. "Yes," he said smiling down at me, "I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you. Oh not like with Jo," he added, "I didn't really 'want' her then. I just fell in love with her. With you, well, you are so lovely, so vital and, well, I knew what my father liked so I imagined all sorts of things. I'm sorry," he suddenly said thinking he had gone too far. "I shouldn't talk like that."

I reached up and turned his head towards mine. "Kiss me," I said and he did. Not a chaste kiss but not really sexy either, that would come later.

"I don't mind what you imagined," I smiled, "I think you ought to tell me later. Do you want to sleep with me?"

He took a deep breath, "Oh yes but . . ."

"But what?"

"What about father?"

"He doesn't mind. He knows I love him. Sleeping with you won't change that will it just as Jo sleeping with Mike won't change their love for us. You never know," I said looking at him pensively, "we may even fall a little bit in love ourselves." I liked the idea of that. I would be easy for me I know, because he is so like his father but it would be early for him so I wasn't going to push it any further.

"I want to sleep with you," I said then added rather mischievously, "well, not sleep but you know what I mean!"

He smiled and put his arms round me, holding me to him. "Father was right. He said we were very lucky and we are. To have two such wonderful women as you and Jo to love us is marvellous. I'm sorry if I'm a bit hesitant," he said, "but this is all new for me." He laughed, "Don't forget I was a virgin last week!"

I laughed with him, "But you know how to use it now don't you?" I said playfully. "Come on, let's go up to the roof and join the others." I wanted to get us all together after these arrangements. It was important for us all to become at ease with the situation, not only for the prospect of foursomes but also because we would have to get up together in the morning. We had to make sure that there were no hidden feelings that might be festering away underneath.

Mike and Jo were sitting together on one of the couches, she in his arms with her head resting on his shoulder. "They look lovely together don't they?" I said to Guy, "OK?"

"Don't worry Lena, I'm OK about this and yes, they do look lovely but then Jo always does." Then, to prove again he was his father's son, "As do you," he added holding me against him.

I was beginning to melt in his arms, he was so like his father. Able to say the right things to make a woman feel good, wanted, appreciated, desired, and needed.

Mike heard us talking, "Hello you two," he said. "It's a marvellous evening, clear as a bell." And it was. You could see all the stars so Guy and I laid back on a lounger and stared up at the sky. I snuggled up to him and was reassured to feel him holding on to me as well. It was going to be a good night!

I don't know how long we stayed like that, happy in the arms of our men. I felt deliriously happy then. I was so lucky wasn't I? I suppose that the hormone pills, the night, and the arms of a lovely man were all having an effect on me. It was strange really because, lying there in the arms of Guy I felt as though it was Mike who was holding me; a younger Mike. It is so difficult to explain. Guy is so like his father. He has the same mannerisms, the same way of speaking and looking at you. He is slimmer and taller but facially they are very alike. Considering that Guy didn't really grow up with Mike it's amazing how similar to him he is. Perhaps the very fact that he didn't grow up with his father allowed him to develop naturally whereas, If he had been with Mike he might have rebelled. I don't know, I'm just so very thankful that they are so alike. All sorts of feelings about the coming night were floating around in my head and my body and, again strangely, although I wanted him, wanted him a lot, I wasn't sexually excited in the normal way. Oh, it is so difficult to explain. It's almost as if I was going to 'try him out', like test driving a car or something. Of course I was excited by the prospect but, oh I don't know how to explain it so you'll have to imagine!

I finally decided that it was time to get ready for bed so I eased myself from Guy's arms with a soft, "I'm going to get ready for you. See you in the bedroom!"

He looked at me with appreciation and a degree of desire in his eyes, "Oh Lena," he said.

I crept over to Jo fearing she might be asleep but neither of them were. They were just lying there looking up at the stars.

"Jo, shall we get ready?"

"Mmm," she said, "isn't it a lovely night. A night for making love. Yes let's get ready to enjoy these men." She undid herself from Mike and he smiled up at us both. "See you downstairs," she said and we left them both.

In the shower we washed and prepared our bottoms, powdered ourselves and did each other's hair.

"I don't know why Jo, but I'm so excited. Not in the normal way. I don't know how to explain it. It's almost as if I'm going with Mike for the first time, like, in the past."

"I know," she said, "I felt that with Guy too. I must admit I'm really excited about going with Mike. It seems such a long time since I had him."

"It is isn't it apart from the time during your period."

"Yes. Was Guy OK with you?"

"He's a little bit shy but I think we got over that." I laughed, "I got him to admit that he fancied me right from the start so I think he's going to be OK."

"What about him cumming inside you, do you need to use a condom?"

I laughed, "Thankfully no because we haven't got any! The pills cause me to release a hormone that kills sperm because I'm supposed to be pregnant. So no problems there. He likes bottoms doesn't he?"

She smiled, "Oh yes, he certainly likes bottoms. He was a long time in mine Sunday night! You'll enjoy him there. He's not as big as Mike but longer." Then, "Oh come on let's get to the bedrooms, I need a man!"

So, donning our housecoats, off we went to our respective partners. The door to the second bedroom was slightly ajar and I must admit at feeling quite nervous just then. You must remember that, before Mike, I had only been with fairly inexperienced boys. I'd never done anything like the things Mike and I did, only sucking and straight sex, and then nearly always in a car or some other, faintly impractical, place. This was different. Here was another man. I know he was fairly inexperienced in actually doing IT but he did know what it was all about, he had seen all his father's DVDs after all. I knew I could please Mike, I always did but I had a little rush of self doubt. Still, I took a deep breath and strutted into the bedroom pretending to be full of confidence.

Guy was standing as I entered and he was wearing boxer shorts just like his father. He turned to look at me and I could see his eyes taking me in, although I was wearing the housecoat. He also looked a bit nervous so I walked up to him, put my arms round his neck and kissed him. Then I whispered in his ear, "Make love to me Guy, I want you." This caused a deep breath, a shudder, and a stiffening of a certain instrument!

"Oh god you're lovely," he said as he kissed me again then his hands slipped the housecoat off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I was naked before him and his eyes devoured me. Just like Mike I could almost feel them stroking me, touching me. He stood back a step and looked at me, his eyes crossing my boobs then my stomach and my pussy. I could see he was excited, very excited!

"Well," I said smiling at him, "are you interested?"

He stepped forward and picked me up! Oh shit this was going to be fabulous. Taking two steps he laid me on the bed and knelt next to me still drinking me in with his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my mouth, my cheeks, my eyes, everywhere as I reached for him. His mouth and tongue moved down to my chest and began to explore the soft mounds of my boobs which had become even more sensitive since beginning to take the hormone pills. My nipples raised and he seemed to be fascinated by them, licking and sucking.

"Bite them gently," I said, "I like that. And pull them."

"Aaaahhhh," I sighed as he used his teeth, first on one then on the other. Surprisingly for one so inexperienced he managed to get it about right, holding on to the bite just enough to drag his teeth along my nipple. "Again please," I whispered breathlessly, "that is good." He stayed there for ages, doing things to my nipples that Mike seldom did. They must have held a fascination for him. He sucked, licked, and bit them. He did another thing that Mike doesn't often do. Mike seldom uses his fingers on my pussy, preferring to use his lips and tongue – I like that as well! However Guy, as he was kissing my nipples, moved his hand down across my tummy and onto my mound, his middle fingers parting the lips of my sex and easing inside. Of course this also stimulated my clit and, as he used his fingers to stroke me and his mouth on my nipples, I came. A soft, gentle orgasm that caused a deep breath and an. "Oh that is lovely," to escape from my mouth.

He noticed of course, looked up and smiled. "Not bad for someone who was a virgin last week," I said smiling at him. "Do you want to lick my pussy?"

"Mmm, yes please," he said, "I often dreamed of doing that."

"Go on then," I said throatily. I was looking forward to a different technique! He kissed my lips then moved straight down between my legs, easing them gently apart. Again his style so unlike his fathers. I could see him looking at me there, I suppose savouring the idea of using his mouth and tongue.

"What?" I said.

He smiled up at me, "You're so different from Jo," he said. Well I was, of course! He dipped his head to my mound and began to bite the whole area gently then his mouth covered my vagina and he started to suck. Oh heaven, Jo must have taught him this. He was drinking my juices, tasting me as his tongue began to delve into my vagina and lick the inner walls of my lips. Oh heaven, back and forth went his tongue, occasionally lifting away to find my clit – Jo had taught him what that was as well – and suck it gently.

"Oh yes, Guy, yes. Keep doing that. Mmmmm, oh dear I'm going to cummmmmmmm." I ended finally as a delightful orgasm hit me. I closed my legs on his head and reached down to hold him against me. Poor Guy, he must have wondered what happened but after a few moments I let him go and he didn't seem bothered.

"That was good too," I said smiling down at him. "Now what would you like for your reward?"

He smiled, "Well, Jo said you could, errr, you know, deep throat."

I laughed at his hesitation. "Oh yes, I can do that. Is that what you want? Did you used to imagine me doing that to you?"

"Not that actually, but using your mouth, yes."

"All right, I'm going to suck your cock and swallow it. Then you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow that." I smiled at him and licked my lips, "But," I said, "only if you promise to make love to me properly afterwards. Will you be able to get hard again after I swallow your cum?"

This talk was obviously exciting him quite a lot. I could feel his cock pulsing against my leg. "Yes," he said smiling, "no worries there!"

"Don't you dare cum too soon," I said wagging my finger at him and smiling, "by the looks of that thing down there it's going to take me a while to swallow it all. Come here and kiss me first before I examine that lovely stiff muscle," and I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him. "Lay back and let me kiss you properly," I said and started to move down his body. I kissed and sucked his nipples tenderly, Mike likes that I know, then I licked across his stomach, hard and muscled, and down to his beautiful penis.

I held it in my hands. It was hard, very hard indeed, as I measured it. Jo was right, two hands and a big mouthful. I laughed to myself. He was thinner than Mike but longer, perhaps an inch or more. His penis was also very regular, no bumps or bulges unlike Mike's which was thick at the base, lovely when he got deep inside me, and had a sort of bulge in the middle. It was always easy to gauge how far in he was! Guy wasn't circumcised either, not that I minded that although I do prefer a circumcised penis – that's why I like Mike's so much! His balls were much bigger than Mike's as well, and now they were rock hard; full of sperm I suppose.




Caroline Ch. 10.04



I started to gently masturbate him, using both hands, before I flicked the head with my tongue and tasted his pre-cum. There was much more than with Mike, Guy was younger I suppose. Again I got that frisson of excitement as I tasted the essence of a man only bettered by the pleasure of his cum filling my mouth. Now I wanted more so I took the whole head into my mouth, filling it with the taste of him, and gently sucked more from his tiny pee hole. This brought an, "Oh shit Caroline, oh hell." I pulled my mouth from him.

"Is that all right," I said in my little girl voice and I pouted outrageously at him. "Shall I take some more in and suck it harder."

"Oh Lena, I don't know whether I can stand this for long. I've dreamed of this for such a long time. God I don't know how many times I've masturbated imagining you doing this."

I pouted at him again, "All that wasted spunk. Now you've got to give me some to taste but you must wait a while otherwise I'll never be able to swallow your cock you know. It is quite big and it takes a while to get it all down," I said and I smiled sexily at him. "You do want me to swallow it all don't you?"

"Hell Lena, anything you want. I'll try, shit I'll try."

I went back to his lovely penis standing proud with my two hands around it. It was going to be a bit of a challenge. I knew I hadn't swallowed one as long as this before. Swallowing is really just a matter of control but obviously the longer or the fatter a erection is the more difficult it becomes. He was certainly going to investigate my tonsils with his long boner! I was eager to try however and I knew he probably wouldn't last very long but I didn't really want him to cum deep in my throat as it's quite difficult to swallow cum like that or to taste it.

My first job was to coat his erection in saliva to make it nice and slippery so I started to lick it up and down, occasionally taking the head in my mouth. I didn't suck him, I wanted to keep his stimulation down to give him a chance to hold on until the end. I continued to gently stroke him with one hand and coat him with saliva. This drew soft moans of, "Yes, yes, oh Lena, yes," from him and a gentle movement of his hips.

When he was about right I looked up at him and said sexily, "Now I'm going to swallow your cock, okay? Are you watching. Please," I said smiling, "please try not to cum when you're right in." I've found that men seem to get more pleasure out of watching themselves being deep-throated or talking about it than they do from the feeling in their penis.

"Oh yes and I'll try," he said huskily.

Well, if he was anything like his father, and he was, he would probably be able to hold himself back but I was going to make sure he came just when I wanted him to. I made sure my fingers were wet and I traced my hand under his balls towards his anus. I suspected that a finger in there would bring him on! My fingers there immediately brought a shudder from him and he opened his legs a bit more.

So to the matter in hand. After a deep breath I took him into my mouth until I felt the head at the back then I moved it to my throat and swallowed it. It was easier than Mike at first, Guy was thinner so went down quite easily but he went deeper, only a little I know but it felt like an awful lot. I was on the point of gagging when my nose met his pubes – he was in. Straight out again for me to get my breath and control the gag reflex, then back in. The second time was better, no gagging and a tiny bit deeper. After that it was okay, he was deep in my throat, and his hips were now going faster, thrusting upwards, as he tried to fuck my mouth and throat.

This is okay and I love doing it for my men but I can't do it for very long so after a little while I moved the head of his erection to my mouth, now overflowing with saliva, and started to suck. I looked up and him and our eyes met. At that moment my finger found his anus and pushed past the tight ring.

"Oh fucking hell, shit," he said as he thrust his pelvis into my face and he started to shoot his essence into my mouth. There was tons of it, where it came from who knows. I swallowed as much as I could but it leaked out of my mouth and I had to remove his cock which continued to spurt his nectar all over my face. Now Mike never, never did this. He didn't like cumming on my face, he said it demeaned me. He's so funny isn't he? I don't mind at all really, but he either cums in my mouth or, on the very rare occasions when he's got too much for me to handle, he tries to shoot the rest in his hand or on the sheets. Poor Guy didn't have much choice at all because I had hold of him!

Pretty soon he was empty and he started to soften, but not very much! I'd never seen this before even with the boys I'd been with. All of them, and Mike (apart from that time I'd sucked him soft) had softened right down after cumming, Guy didn't. I still had a mouthful of male essence despite swallowing quite a lot and I swirled it round my mouth savouring the taste of him. Tangy, salty and the consistency of thick cream; it was lovely. I moved up level with him and showed him my mouth, full of sperm, then I swallowed to show him how much I really cared for him. I've said, haven't I, how important I think it is that a woman can swallow a man's offering, especially if she expects him to use his mouth downstairs. 

I still had a load of cream on my face and I reached for his hand, took two fingers and sucked them. Then I used them to collect this from my face and sucked it off them. He watched intently and I could see he was enjoying everything I did. All this afterplay is very exciting for both me and my men and keeps everything on the boil! Finally I reached for him and made to kiss his lips. Now I wasn't sure about this, he might not want to. Quite a few boys I've known were quite happy for me to suck the cream from their penis but they wouldn't kiss me afterwards. Funny really, I never went with any of them again so it was quite important to me that Guy kissed me. Thankfully there was no hesitation, our lips met and his opened for my tongue.

He pulled away, "Oh you wonderful woman," he said, "that was marvellous."

"Better than you imagined?"

"Oh yes, far better."

I laughed, "Your father always says that no matter how good your imagination is there's no substitute for the real thing. Well, you never have to masturbate again do you."

He laughed, "I don't think I'd have the strength."

I was aware of the stickiness on my face so I said, "I'm just going to wipe my face then you can tell me what else you imagined can't you?"

He looked a bit sheepish and nodded. I suppose he was thinking: how far would I push him. All the bloody way, of course! After rinsing my face free of the sticky remnants of cum I returned to the bed and Guy. I snuggled up to him as kissed his ear and neck.

"Now, tell me what else you dreamed about when you wanked over me."

"Oh Lena, I'll get embarrassed."

"Don't worry, I don't mind. Tell you what, what did you mean when you said you knew what your father liked. Come on you can tell me."

He smiled, "Father said you were a minx and he was right," he said as he kissed me. "You weren't like most of the other girls I knew, certainly not like those at college I told you about. You didn't pretty yourself up, didn't try to be pretty." I pouted at him. "No, I don't mean you're not pretty," he said hastily.

"You don't have to worry because I know I'm not, not like Jo. I know Mike says I'm beautiful but then he loves me doesn't he and he makes me feel beautiful but I know I'm not really. Cute may be but not beautiful."

"But you're wrong," he said intensely, looking at me. "What I meant is you don't try to be pretty. You're attractive, you don't have to try. Oh dear I'm not doing this very well. When you walk into a room men look at you, they want you, I wanted you despite the fact you were with father. Your body is fantastic, well fantastic for someone like me."

I smiled up at him, "It's not," I said, "my boobs are too small and my bottom is to big."

"Oh Lena your bottom is perfection. I've lost count of the number of times I've masturbated thinking about your bottom. You see, I found all my fathers DVD's when I was staying with him. I was often left alone when he went to see his family or was on business so I watched most of them." He took a deep breath, "I don't have to tell you what they were about do I?"

I smiled, "No you don't, pretty girls getting screwed in the arse, right?"

"Yes, almost without exception. Well, you can imagine. Feeding myself a diet of anal sex meant that now, for me, it's my prime fantasy and you, Lena, have the most desirable bottom. That's what I meant when I said I knew what he liked. I realised he must have been having you there. You were so close to each other, even in those early days it was obvious that there was more than just sex. You were right together. I was pleased for him, for him to have found someone after all this time." He kissed me again. "I was bloody jealous though, I could imagine him doing that to you and it would send me right off," he laughed, "sometimes I'd cum just thinking about doing that with you."

Hearing this was marvellous and I knew now that he was going to take my bottom tonight. I wanted him deep inside me, filling me with what was left of his cum but I thought I'd probe just a little bit more.

"Tell me some of your fantasies. Don't forget Guy, I don't mind what you say." I looked deep in his eyes, "You can do anything you want to me, anything at all. You can say anything to me, live out any fantasy with me, and with Jo for that matter. We both love sex with the men we love, and I do love you a little. So tell me what you imagined," I said as my hand reached down for his penis.

He took a deep breath. "I imaged having you there, licking, sucking, and fucking you. Cumming deep inside your bottom. Oh so many different ways, all those ways I'd seen in the films. I even imagined watching my father have you there and then having you after him."

God I was getting hot thinking of this. Time to press a bit more. "Did you ever imagine both of you taking me at the same time?"

He looked away, "Oh Lena, I'm sorry."

I smiled at him, "Don't be, did you?" If he'd imagined it, masturbated thinking of it, I was certain he'd want to do it.

"Yes, often." He took another deep breath. "We'd change over, you know, front to back, then you'd suck one of us. We'd cum deep inside you. Oh god Lena, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this, telling you this."

"Why not," I said, "there's nothing wrong in imagining is there?"

He smiled, "No, I suppose not."

I fixed him with my eyes. "Do you want to do that?"

"What?" he said not understanding.

"Do you want to DP me with your father?" I could feel his cock shoot to rock hardness at the very idea.

He swallowed, "Father would never do that would he?" I nodded. "Lena, Lena."

"You do don't you? Tell me."

He was so passionate now, he was very, very worked up. His penis was solid now, like a flagpole. "Father said you might want that."

"When?"

"When we were talking about you and Jo together, he said that you were both very sexy ladies and liked everything."

Hearing this I was suddenly worried that he might think badly of me. "Oh Guy, I don't want you to misunderstand. Yes I love sex, all sorts of sex but only with the people I love. I've never done any of the things I do with Mike with anyone else," I smiled at him, "other than you, and I don't want to. Sex with someone you love is so different from sex without that emotion. That's how I know I'm beginning to have strong feelings for you, because I enjoyed you so much. Would you like to do it with Jo?"

He was quiet for a while then he answered honestly, "I don't know," he said. "I haven't spent so much time imagining things about Jo, it was all just me and her. I knew she was with father but it didn't really affect how I thought about her. You're right, I understand now, when I thought about Jo," he laughed, " and I masturbated and came it was a different feeling from when I thought about you. Oh, this is difficult to explain. You see I didn't start to think about Jo in that way until our dinner together. Before that I was aware of very strong feelings for her, love probably, but I didn't see her from a sexual perspective. That sounds silly, I know, but I didn't." He looked at me and smiled, "I'm afraid that in your case I was masturbating the first night I met you. Oh how I imagined what my father did to you."

I reached up and kissed him, it was time. "I'm going to turn over now and you can do everything you imagined. I'm yours, you can do anything you like, anything," then I smiled, "but be gentle and use KY!" So I turned over and opened my legs a little, turning my face towards him. He knelt beside me like his father and for what seemed like ages looked at me. I know now how much he enjoys looking at us like this, both he and Mike do. I could feel his penis resting on one of my cheeks and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. Then his finger began to trace a line down my spine, very gently, right across the valley between my bottom cheeks, not intrusive, not parting them, just seeming to enjoy the satiny feel of my skin.

Now he leaned forward, kissed my shoulders and tenderly massaged my back, slowly moving down. He opened my legs more and knelt in between. He was again still for a while taking in the sight of me like this, a position he must have imagined many times. Then he started to massage the cheeks of my bottom, gently and with a stroking motion. I wondered where he'd learnt this, not from the films I was sure, but it was good. Slowly he worked down to the tops of my legs using his thumbs to stroke the skin between. By this time I was well on the way to an orgasm. This type of slow foreplay, almost always used by Mike, really works me up. I needed to feel his mouth or his tongue however, so I said softly, "That's lovely Guy, please kiss me there. I need your tongue, please."

Lovely man that he is, he needed no second bidding as he leant forward and began to kiss the cheeks of my bottom before gently prising them apart to expose my dark nether hole. I wanted to be really tight for him this first time so I was squeezing tight as he caught his first sight of my anus. I heard him take a deep breath, "Oh Caroline, Caroline," he said passionately then I felt his mouth on my anus and his tongue pushing inside. I opened up for him; to allow his tongue to explore the inside of my back door. I felt him licking around the inside of my anus and occasionally exploring further inside.

"Oh yes, yes, keep doing that please. I'm cumming," I just managed to say as a lovely climax arrived causing me to push my bottom hard into his face.

Then he was gone and I felt the slight coldness of KY being applied to my ring and inside my rectum. "Kneel Caroline," he said in a voice that was his fathers. Then, suddenly, it wasn't Guy who was going to bugger me, it was Mike.

I felt the head of his erection knocking at the door of my back passage and, after my usual clenching, I relaxed and allowed it in. I think it must have been too much for Guy because he thrust forward and shouted, "Oh fucking hell," and started to cum. I could feel cum inside my rectum and thought sadly that I mightn't get really buggered tonight but he couldn't help it could he. I did think, however, that he had managed a little bit of control because he stopped very quickly anyway, I always think a man cumming like this is a bit of a complement really. I was determined, however, not to give up so I pushed back on him and took him all into my bottom. What a wonderful feeling of fullness. He wasn't as big as Mike but he was certainly longer! I took a deep breath and revelled in the feeling of him inside me but I had to maintain some control.

"Oh Lena, I'm sorry, so sorry. I couldn't stop, it was so much."

I smiled back at him. "It's all right," I said. Then, as he began to withdraw, "No, don't take it out. Just let us both fall sideways with it still there and you can tell me again all the things you imagined doing to me." So we fell slowly sideways on the bed with him still embedded fully in my bottomhole. I was holding on to him tightly and was pleased to feel that he wasn't fully soft and was able to stay inside me. Could he get hard like this? What a feeling that would be!

In this position it was difficult to kiss him so I would have to talk him hard. I started by saying, "Play with my nipples, squeeze them a bit. I like that." His hands reached in front and began to stroke my boobs and tweak my nipples before he squeezed them gently. Then, without any prompting, his hand went to my pussy and his fingers found their way inside while his thumb rested on my clit. He kissed my neck and shoulder. The pleasure was tremendous and I worked the muscles in my rectum to try to 'stroke' his penis.

"Do you like fucking me like this?" I asked him. "Do you like your big stiff cock stuck up my arsehole?" I hoped that using this language would stimulate him. "Tell me you like it, tell me what I feels like."

"Oh god, Lena, I love your bottom. It's so tight. Squeeze my cock, please, squeeze it tight." So I did and it started to harden. What a heavenly feeling, his erection stretching the walls of my back passage from within.

"I can feel you getting hard," I said, "your cock loves my arsehole doesn't it. I want you to fuck me there, bugger me, sodomise me. Fuck me so hard I won't be able to sit down." All through this I could feel him getting harder until finally I said, "Come on, it's hard now, fuck my arse just like you've imagined. I want every inch in there and I want your cum deep in my bowels." With that I started to move back on his cock. All this talk had really got me going as well, he could probably have done anything he wanted at that moment.

He began to really move in my bottom then, slowly but long and deep. His hand reached for my top leg and he pulled it upwards, bending the knee. This allowed him access to my pussy and, as he continued to bugger me with long strokes, he tweaked my clit and entered me with his fingers. I came, a massive orgasm that made me squeeze him hard in my bottom. I thought he would cum but he didn't. Like his father he stopped and, as my climax receded, he started again to bugger me. He was going to last for ages and I wasn't about to complain.

"I want to sit on it," I said, "do you want me to?"

He was lost now, lost to the pleasure of anal sex with me. "Oh hell Lena, do what you want. I love being in your bottom."

Keeping him inside my bottom I sort of rolled backwards so he was on his back and I was laying full length on him. "Push me up," I said breathlessly. I felt his hands pushing my shoulders and I pulled my legs back and sat upright with his erection still buried in my bottom. It was marvellous. I bounced up and down on him but it wanted to see his face so I turned. Another fabulous feeling as his manhood swivelled inside me. Now I could look down on him, at his face which showed a frenzy of desire. Now a penis in your bottom in this position is pushing at the inside of your rectum and the more you lean forward the harder it pushes. I could see the pleasure on his face as he must have seen the pleasure on mine. This leaning forward generated such a heavenly feeling. I leaned right forward and kissed him passionately, a kiss he returned.

"How do you want to cum?" I said guessing he wouldn't cum like this – he couldn't really move!

"Kneel on the edge of the bed," he said breathlessly, "Lena, how often I imagined taking you like that, please," he almost begged. He didn't need to, I wanted it. Reluctantly I climbed off him, hearing a soft pop as his penis left my anus. I felt so empty. I knelt on the edge of the bed, spread my legs and buried my face in the bed. Looking back at him I licked my lips and said in some sort of daze, "Come on then, fuck me, fuck my arse."




Caroline Ch. 10.04



As he stood I could see his penis sticking up like a flagpole, long and thin and ready to inject me deep inside with another portion of his hot juice. I watched him walk round behind me then I felt his erection at my anus and it wasn't Guy, it was Mike again. "Slowly Mike, slowly," I said, in some sort of a dream world, not realising what I said, "take me there slowly, oh how I love you." He pushed forward slowly and kept on going until he was halfway inside me, then out, then in a little more. ""Oh yes, yes. Please go on, I love you dearest. It's wonderful." On and on, deeper and deeper until I felt his thighs against the back of mine.

Now he started to move in my bottom hard, no gentleness now, he had lost all control I think buried deep inside me. I loved it. His penis was hitting my insides and this thighs banging into mine. His hands gripped my hips to pull me on to him. I forgot completely that it was Guy doing this. By now Mike was inside me, deep inside. I suppose that Guy's thinner erection was sliding more easily in my rectum assisted by his first load of cum and the KY but I didn't think of that, just of Mike inside me. 

Guy lasted longer this time but, after a while of this intense sodomy, he yelled out loud, what I don't know, and started to spurt inside me. This brought on my orgasm and I squeezed my anus and rectum to milk him. There wasn't so much this time, I was wearing him down, but it was enough. He pulled out with a silent plop and fell back on the bed taking me with him.

"Oh god Lena, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I didn't hurt you did I? I'm so sorry."

"No," I said softly, "you didn't hurt me." I'm afraid I was in trouble now! As soon as we finished I was overwhelmed by this feeling of guilt. Guilt that I'd enjoyed it so much, let Guy take me like this, with so much enthusiasm. But I had to control it, I didn't want Guy to think he'd done something wrong. It's strange isn't it, I didn't find out until later that he was having similar feelings but then us humans don't communicate these sorts of things very well do we?

Anyhow, I cuddled up to him and said, "I need to tidy up. Give me a minute then we can shower together. It's a tight fit but we can manage." Afterwards Guy was strangely quiet, as if something was worrying him. I didn't pry, I was tied up in my own feelings then.

So I cleaned up, we showered then went to sleep together without saying too much. It was a sad end to a lovely sexual experience but we were both upset. I didn't sleep very well and all thought of him making love to me properly disappeared in my guilt at enjoying him so much. So when I woke in the morning I had a muddled head and I didn't feel very happy. I desperately wanted to speak to Mike so when I heard the other bedroom door close I quickly hopped out of bed and peeked out. It was Jo.

"Jo," I whispered.

She smiled at me lovingly, "Hello Lena, how did it go?"

"Oh Jo, Jo, I'm so upset, I think Guy is as well," I said sniffling.

She looked concerned as we stood outside the bedrooms. I quietly closed the door. "It was great, he was wonderful but Jo, oh dear Jo, I enjoyed it so much and now I feel terrible. So guilty, ashamed almost. I need to see Mike, is he okay?"

She drew me to her, "He's fine. We had a good night." The she was concerned, "What about Guy?"

"Well he was wonderful all the time but afterwards he went very quiet. I know he enjoyed having me but he seemed bothered by something afterwards."

"I'll go and see him. You go to Mike. Don't worry everything will be all right."

I opened the door to the main bedroom and crept inside. "Hello precious," Mike said, he knew it was me. How did he know that?

I climbed into bed with him, hugged him tight and started to cry.

He held me tightly to and stroked my hair, "What is it darling, what's the matter?"

"Oh Mike I feel so bad, ashamed," I sobbed. I was completely sunk in my guilt at having given Guy so much of myself.

"Ssshhh, sweetheart. Tell me what it is." I think he knew really but I had to tell him didn't I? To try and deal with it.

Sniffling I said, "I enjoyed it so much, him in my bottom. I even thought it was you, oh not now, but a younger you. He's so much like you. Oh I feel terrible, so guilty. I feel as if I've betrayed you."

He sat up and took me with him then he held my shoulders firmly and gazed into my eyes. "You have done nothing wrong, you don't have to feel ashamed, guilty or anything else. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, giving yourself to him. I love you Caroline, more than anything, tu sei il mio speranza, il mio core e il mio vito. Darling one I just want you to be happy. Of course I don't want you to go off with any man but with Guy, that's okay. He's my son and I love him, I suspect you do a little bit don't you?"

I began to feel a little bit better, after all he did tell me I was his hope, his heart and his life. That's bound to make a woman feel better isn't it? But I still had that nagging doubt, that feeling that I had betrayed him well, perhaps not betrayed him but let him down.

I had managed to control my tears by now but I was still sniffling, "Thank you," I said, "I do love you despite being with Guy last night. It's just that it felt so wonderful when he was doing it to me." I hugged Mike so hard I must have hurt him. "I even called him Mike while he was inside me. Oh it's so difficult to explain. I'm sorry but it's like being with a young version of you." I began to cry again fearing that I'd hurt him by saying that. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I shouldn't talk like that, it's not fair and it hurts you."

Again he gazed deeply into my eyes. "No, it doesn't hurt me. Not when you say it like that. Don't you see, the only reason you feel like that about Guy is because he's so like me! That means you love me doesn't it, not Guy. He's sort of a substitute me." He smiled, "Anyway you're here now, surely you see that that proves you love me."

As usual he managed to calm me down and see things properly. "You see," I said, "I lost myself with him. Oh Mike, it almost went too far, crossed over that line. It felt so marvellous when he was doing it but I felt so rotten afterwards."

"Well you don't have to, everything is all right. We're moving pretty fast you know. Lots of new emotions, new feelings are being generated and some may be pretty difficult to deal with. And don't forget the pills you're taking. I think that's what's happened last night. Sweetheart, you felt something for him didn't you?"

"Yes I did, love I suppose. This is difficult. But it wasn't him I loved, not Guy. It was you, you when you were young. But then it was Guy and I did feel something for him as Guy. Oh this is so difficult." I began to cry again.

"Ssshhh darling. You have so much love to give and now you've got confused about where to give it," he said smiling gently at me. "I know you love me, you're here now and you know I love you, more than anything. Just let things be. Don't feel guilty just revel in the joyful feelings you had last night with Guy."

He was right wasn't he, these feelings were difficult and I needed time but just at this moment I needed Mike. I needed to prove I loved him in the only way I could.

"Can you make love to me, please I need you, need you to love me?" I knew he would have cum with Jo and he may not be able to manage now but he surprised me. 

He took me in his arms and whispered in my ear, "To make love to you is always something I want," and he kissed me. Then he laughed, his wonderful laugh that banished all my troubles, "But you might have to work a bit to harden something up."

I caught his mood and it banished my woes. I smiled back, "Looks like my mouth is going to be full then doesn't it," and I licked my lips sexily and poked my tongue out at him. He took me close in his arms and kissed me tenderly. He was going to make love to me, I knew that and it was just what I needed. He started to kiss my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, then to my ears; gently nibbling the lobes and blowing softly inside. I decided to return the favour. He really likes his earlobes nibbled, sometimes bitten quite hard so I pushed him gently away and said, "My turn."

I kissed his face as he'd done mine and moved to his ears. I nibbled his lobes and then bit them harder. He took a deep breath, "That's good Lena, good." I licked his ears all round then moved to his neck. I wanted to make love to him, to make him want me. I suppose I needed to reaffirm his love for me after my feeling that I had betrayed him. I was sure that he didn't feel like that but you know how I am.

I moved down to his chest and began to pull the hair gently with my teeth. He likes that and I enjoy doing it. I used my tongue to circle around his nipples and took them between my teeth to tenderly catch them. He liked this as well but he wasn't about to let me do all the work. He stroked my hair then moved my head level with his, "I want to examine those boobs of yours," he said smiling, "it's a least a week since I've sucked those gorgeous nipples." 

"Oh yes please, they're still too small though!"

He smiled, "They are gorgeous, just like the rest of you." So he moved his mouth down to my boobs and began to suck and gently bite my nipples. I don't know how he knew but he did it like Guy did; funny, he'd never done it like that before. 

"Mmm, that's nice, keep doing that and I might cum." So he did, for what seemed like ages. Another strange thing, his hand went to my pussy and his fingers opened the lips of my sex, probing inside and beginning to gently stroke me. This was enough and I had a lovely orgasm, moaning softly, "Yes, yes, yes," as he brought me off.

Then he was moving down again until his mouth found my pussy and he began to suck the juices from me, using his tongue to push tenderly inside and anoint the inner lips. It was heavenly. "Bite my clit, please, make me cum again before I suck you hard, please." He did of course but not before he'd licked all round the inside of my sex, drinking the essence of me. Now he concentrated on my clit, sucking, nibbling and finally biting. Not too hard but hard enough to bring another climax. This one soft and gentle, just like him.

"I need that hard now," I said, "thank you, that was lovely. Now I want to suck that lovely penis of yours. Will it get hard enough?"

He rolled onto his back and said laughing, "I don't know, what do you think?"

I looked down and could see him almost hard. I smiled sexily at him, "Oh, I think I can suck that hard enough," and I licked my lips suggestively.

It was good to feel him in my mouth again, fatter and somehow stronger than Guy's. I loved the circumcised head, so clean looking and so tender. I poked my tongue into his pee hole and was rewarded with pre-cum which I swirled around my mouth to taste. Tangier and saltier than Guy's, and nicer too! I suppose that was because I loved him! He was getting really hard now and, for some reason, seemed to be leaking more pre-cum than usual. It was lovely, I was able to suck it out of his penis. This caused Mike to begin thrusting upwards into my mouth and I knew he was nearly ready now.

As I continued to masturbate him with my hand I said to him, "Do you want me now?" He nodded, "How?" I asked and although I wasn't prepared, "front or back. You can have me any way you want."

"I want to make love to you, baby making practice with the woman I love," he said.

I started to cry softly, he could do that to me just by saying things like that. He moved down level with me and held me tight before I lay back ready for him. Parting my legs he knelt in between just taking a few moments to savour the sight of my pussy, wet and ready for him. Then he leant forward and, as usual, took his weight on one arm using his other hand to guide his rampant penis into me. I wanted it all at once this time so I fixed his eyes with mine and said, "All in one go please, I need it all at once."

He stared into my eyes and thrust forward burying all of his beautiful weapon inside me. Breath rushed from my body as he filled me and I almost began to cry at the intensity of the feeling. Then he was moving, in and out, in and out stroking the inside of my vagina with his lovely maleness. Now he was speeding up and I could tell he was closing on his own orgasm. I reached up and pulled him down on me, I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me as well as his erection inside me. 

He sighed deeply as he began to loose his cream inside me, "Oh Caroline, I love you," he said, "so much," and his mouth covered mine in a deep and passionate kiss. I could feel him pulsing inside me and my legs came up to trap him there, never to let him go. I wanted him inside me for ever as I started to climax as well. It was different, this climax, this orgasm, this release. I felt better, as if I'd somehow banished the feelings of betrayal, of letting him down.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear when he removed his mouth from mine, "more than anything. I'm sorry," and I started to cry softly.

He took his now softening penis from inside my body and looked down at me, "You never have to be sorry, you know that. Come on, I expect you to feel better now you've been injected with the magic white medicine." He smiled which caused me to smile back.


"Mmm, I like that medicine more than any other," I said, then I pouted. "Trouble is it only comes in small doses doesn't it."

He laughed, "Yes, I'm afraid it does but then again, taking it is quite pleasant isn't it?"

"Very pleasant," I laughed, happy now that those bad feelings had dissipated. I cuddled up to him and we both dozed off for a while before getting up. I was just a bit concerned about Guy and Jo because he did seem upset but I assumed she would sort him out. 

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Caroline Ch. 10.05



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 10.05

(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will.)

Joanna's Tale, 09:

Jo and Mike

After Lena left we got dressed and had a quiet day as she has described. She didn't tell you that we spent most of Monday afternoon in bed together while our men played golf. We didn't make love, well not properly, just held each other and went over what had happened last night. She noticed how excited I got when she told me about Mike spanking her, particularly when she said how much it hurt when he delivered the really hard smacks at the end.

"You mustn't think like that Jo," she said seriously. Then sympathetically, "You're not really over it are you?"

I knew what she meant, that masochistic streak that Steve had managed to imprint in my mind. "I can handle the feelings most of the time," I said softly, "but when you tell me what Mike did they sort of well up and I get excited. I don't want to but I can't help it."

"Well," she said, "you know he'll never do that to you don't you. He wouldn't risk it."

"No," I said, "and, really, I don't want him to because I don't want to risk it either." I looked at her and held her tightly to me, "It'd be far to easy to go down that road again. Oh Lena, it's so near you know. Only love and understanding keep it at bay. I have to be so careful with Guy. I could seduce him with it you know, he's so innocent emotionally."

She smiled, "But you won't will you. You love him too much and Mike would suspect wouldn't he and he'd stop you. Love and tenderness will help put those feelings behind you Jo and you know we all love you."

She made me feel so much better and I was happy when the men came back from their golf.

We went to bed quite early on Monday night. I think all of us were tired from the emotional and physical exertions of the weekend. I snuggled up to Guy in bed that night and we slept soundly. I would have made love to him had he wanted but he seemed happy just to hold me. Just another example of his maturity I suppose, that he wasn't keen to be 'at it' like a rabbit. Well, little did he know, that he was going to get Lena on Tuesday night.

Tuesday was another quiet day with lots of discussion about blessings, weddings, planning, shopping and clothes. My mum and dad were due to fly out to Bologna that afternoon so I phoned them and told them all about Guy and marriage. To say they were surprised was an understatement! I'm not sure they were really happy about my marrying Guy in Italy but I said I would explain everything when I saw them next week at Nardo's. I did say that Mike had spoken to Nardo about mum organising things and they could speak to him when they arrived. I know Mike had asked Nardo and Sarah to make a special effort with them because they would probably feel a little left out.

We all went out for a boat trip on the lake in the afternoon, Mike has a friend with a motor launch and he borrowed it to take us down to Arona, a large town about halfway down the lake. There are some marvellous shops there and Lena and I wiled away the time shopping while Mike and Guy ogled the girls. I should say that neither of us minded that. As Mike always said, quoting Paul Newman I think, 'Why go out and eat hamburgers when you've got steak at home'. He was talking about his lovely wife Joanne Woodward at the time so I can see what he means!

That afternoon I was thinking about the coming evening with Mike and how I would ask Guy. All through the journey back I was trying to judge how he was, was it the right time to broach the subject, but I couldn't get up my courage. Back at the villa, as we prepared dinner, Lena suggested that I wait until later on then she would take Mike up to the roof so I could talk to Guy. That seemed to be the best idea so I relaxed a bit for the meal.

After the meal Lena volunteered her and Mike for the washing up. Guy and I went into the lounge and sat together. After a while of just holding each other I realised that I had to say something about tonight. It had to be now didn't it. As Lena says, it's best to get these things over and done with straight away before they have time to fester so I turned to Guy, took a deep breath and started to say, "Guy, tonight . . . .?"

He looked at me and I could see he knew, he knew what I was going to ask. Had I been so transparent, I suppose I had. I didn't know then how perceptive he was (and is) and, even this early in our relationship, he could read me pretty well. He always had more trouble with Lena however, so that wasn't too bad.

"Yes," he said softly, "I don't mind," and he took a deep breath. He was having some trouble understanding I think so I felt I had to explain to him. Explain how I felt, why I wanted this.

"Oh Guy hold me, please, hold me tight. I need to tell you how I feel."

"You don't have to," he said looking down at me, "I love you and I want you to be happy. If you want to go with father, and that makes you happy, then it's OK with me." He said this in a determined fashion, as if convincing himself that it was right. I needed to put his mind to rest about how I felt so I began.

"Guy, love, look it is difficult for me because I understand how you feel. It's all so new isn't it, these last few days. Hell, we've all had some difficulty in dealing with it but I do love you, love you so much, and going with Mike doesn't change that. Just as going with Lena doesn't change that. It's just, oh, it's just that I need to go with him." Oh hell, how was I going to explain this? I could think of only one way.

"Guy, I need to tell you about Steve. He was the man I was telling you about, the one I had a bad time with."

He held me tight, "You don't have to you know."

"I know," I said, "but I must, don't you see? It's the only way I can think of to give you a chance to understand how I feel about your father. Why I love him in the way I do. Will you listen?"

He nodded.

"Put your arms round me then, I need you to help me through this. Will you let me finish, don't ask me questions or anything. You can at the end. Is that OK?"

He must have realised how difficult this was going to be for me because he said again, "Jo, you don't have to do this you know. I don't need to know."

"But you do," I said, "for lots of reasons, not only how I feel about Mike but some other things as well." I was thinking of the pain and the pleasure. He needed to know about that just in case!

So I began to tell him about Steve, all about him. The way he trapped me, the way he abused me, the films, and, finally that film. He hugged me tighter and tighter as if he wanted to protect me. I told him how Lena had arranged for us to 'share' Mike and how he had reacted initially and then how we had grown to love each other in our own way. A way that was no threat to how Lena and Mike felt about each other. Then I told him about the hospital and what Steve tried to do and how Mike reacted. By the end I was crying softly, the memories flooding back.

"Ssshhh," he said, "I think I understand now," and he looked down at me. "You never have to be frightened again Jo, never. No one will ever hurt you again, I'll see to that." He took a great big breath to control his feelings. I didn't realise it then but he later told Mike he was close to tears as I told him and so angry he would probably have done Steve some serious harm had he been nearby. "I love you Joanna and I won't let anything happen to you. You must go to father, he needs you I think and you need him just as you need Lena. I do understand how you feel."

I kissed him and snuggled close wallowing in his love and his nearness, feeling a sense of wonder at how lucky I was to have these people around me. Also I couldn't help a secret inner smile and a desire to watch his reaction when Lena came down to him.

I gave him a big kiss and said, "I'm going up to Mike now, OK?"

He laughed, "Yes, I'm OK. Enjoy yourself." I thought to myself, he thinks he's sleeping in the spare room tonight – will he be surprised and I smiled a little smile.

"I'll send Lena down to keep you company with I talk to Mike."

He smiled, "OK," he said. He still hadn't twigged had he. He was very innocent at that time, but he did grow out of it! I didn't really want to leave him there on his own but I knew that Lena would come down as soon as I got upstairs so I pulled away from him and went up to the roof.

I got there just as Mike was kissing Lena, "Don't forget he's mine tonight," I said laughing, "Don't wear him out!"

Mike looked at me with those eyes of his. I felt them touching me and, for some reason, I felt shy, girlish almost. I suppose it had been a while since I been with him properly on my own and then it was just after Steve and the hospital so I felt different. Also, I had been with Guy in the meantime. All I know is I felt funny!

"Hell, you look gorgeous," he said, "come here and hug us both."

I didn't need a second bidding and hugged them tightly.

"He was Ok then," Lena asked.

"Yes. He said he understood, he kissed me and told me to enjoy myself. Oh Lena, he's wonderful." Then I looked at Mike, an older version of the man I loved so much, "Just like his father," I said and I kissed him.

"Did you say anything about him and me?"

"No, not really. I thought you could go down now and seduce him," I said with a laugh.

"Mmm, that's a good idea," she said and disappeared downstairs.

"Come and lay next to me," Mike said smiling up at me, "and we can look at the stars together."

It was really romantic night and I laid next to him and snuggled up. "Lena's very excited about tonight," he said laughing, "I hope Guy can cope."

I laughed, "He'll be all right I think. Don't forget, he has seen all your DVDs."

He was suddenly serious, "Are you sure about tonight Jo. It's up to you?"

"Mmm," I said, "as sure as I am about anything. Now be quiet and let's watch the stars together." For some reason I just wanted to lay there holding him. I think I did have a lot to say to him but it was better said later when we weren't likely to be disturbed. We lay quietly together for a while enjoying each other, the stars and the night. I heard Lena and Guy come up to the roof, sit down and talk softly together.

Mike must have heard them as well, "Hello you two," he said. "What a marvellous evening, clear as a bell." Then he held me tightly to him making me feel so wonderful in his arms. It was such a lovely night that we all just lay there taking in the romance of the evening. After a while I heard Lena talking to Guy then she came over to me.

"Jo, shall we get ready?" she said softly.

"Mmm," I said, "isn't it a lovely night." I felt really romantic. "A night for making love. Yes, let's get ready to enjoy these men," and I undid myself from Mike and looked down at him. He smiled up at me. "See you downstairs," I said as I walked away with Lena.

In the shower we washed and prepared our bottoms, powdered ourselves and did each other's hair.

"I don't know why Jo," Lena said, "but I'm so excited. Not in the normal way. I don't know how to explain it. It's almost as if I'm going with Mike for the first time, like, in the past." I could see that she was really looking forward to her first time with Guy. Funny though, she hadn't really been with many men in this way had she. Well none really other than Mike.

"I know," I said, "I felt that with Guy too. I must admit I'm really excited about going with Mike. It seems such a long time since I had him."

"It is isn't it apart from the time during your period."

"Yes. Was Guy OK with you?"

"He's a little bit shy but I think we got over that." She laughed, "I got him to admit that he fancied me right from the start so I think he's going to be OK."

"What about him cumming inside you, do you need to use a condom?"

She laughed, "Thankfully no because we haven't got any! The pills cause me to release a hormone that kills sperm because I'm supposed to be pregnant. So no problems there. He likes bottoms doesn't he?"

I smiled, remembering him there, "Oh yes, he certainly likes bottoms. He was a long time in mine Sunday night! You'll enjoy him there. He's not as big as Mike but longer." Then, wanting to see Mike, "Oh come on let's get to the bedrooms, I need a man!"

Now that sounds very brash doesn't it and I did feel that way as I left the bathroom but as I neared the bedroom door I started to feel the same as before, shy, girlish, and inexperienced. But I knew I wasn't shy, girlish or inexperienced! As Lena went into Guy I stood for a moment to get hold of myself. Why did I feel like this with Mike. He'd had me before hadn't he so there was nothing different there. Indeed the last time in my bottom when I had my period was as naughty as you can get I suppose so why, why was I so apprehensive and shy. I went over it in my mind. I'd been with Mike four times but only once on my own, that was after Steve and the hospital. I had very strong desires then to reward him for what he did. That wasn't like tonight. Tonight I was going to him without those feelings, just a woman wanting to go with a man. It wasn't so much 'reward' this time as just needing to be with him. A much older man who was the father of the man she loved. Oh! Perhaps the age difference was really kicking in now. I wanted him tonight, now, because I loved him in that special way and because I wanted to say thank you to him for all he had done, being shared, getting me over Steve, and for Guy.

Oh my, it was almost like going to see my father. That was what it was. Now I realised that as well as being a father figure to Lena he was one to me as well but unlike my own father, I wanted him sexually. Oh dear, now I was confused! So, standing there thinking hadn't really helped had it! I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart, why was it beating so? I pushed open the door and went inside. Mike was sitting on the chaise longue and wearing pyjama trousers like he had on Sunday with Lena. I knew this meant he wanted to talk, to chat me up if you like, before making love. In my confused state I wasn't too unhappy about this, I wanted to sort out my feelings as well.

As I entered he stood and looked at me. "God you're beautiful," he said giving me THAT look. He seemed to see right through my housecoat and it was as if his eyes were stroking my body. I rushed to him, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Then I held him tight. He must have sensed something was wrong. He pulled me down to sit next to him and cupped my face in his hand.

"What is it darling, is something wrong?"

I looked up at him coyly, "No, oh, no, well, err . . ."

He smiled, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. Are you worried about Guy, or Guy and Lena?"

"Oh no, no. I want to, really. I'm not worried about them." I smiled, "I expect Lena has him in hand by now, it's just, it's just . . ." I was finding it difficult to put into words just how I felt. I didn't want to hurt him, to remind him he was that much older but it was difficult because that fact was the major cause of my shyness.

"You don't have to be shy with me Joanna, you can say or do anything you want, you know that."

"Mmm, I know," I said, "it's just that I feel so shy. There I've said it. I don't know why, especially after last time. Oh Mike, I'm sorry, it's so difficult."

"Why?"

I looked up into his eyes, "I don't want to upset you," I said beginning to feel a tear form.

"Can I guess," he said and without waiting for an answer went on, "You feel shy because you're coming to have sex with an older man, right?"

I nodded.

"The father of the man you love?"

I nodded again.

"So perhaps you feel like you're coming to make love to your father, or to a father figure. As I'm possibly a father figure to you it's making you shy. Is that it?"

I sniffed, "Yes, I think so, I'm sorry. I want you so much you know, so much it hurts even though I have got Guy I still want you."

Again he cupped my chin in his hand and moved my face to look into his. He kissed me tenderly. "I've had all this with Lena you know," he said smiling. "She thought it was a bit seedy her seeing me as a father figure, you know, a bit incestuous. Is it like that?"

Calmed now by his understanding I said, "I don't think of it as seedy, I just feel so nervous, like the first time. I think it is a bit like that. Oh, I've never thought of my father like that," I added thinking he might think I had.

He laughed, "I know," he said, "I think it's just the idea of me. Anyway," he continued laughing, "you will be my 'daughter' soon won't you, well, daughter." Then he became more serious. "Joanna, darling, you don't have to feel shy with me but if you want to it might make it even better for you. I've already told Lena, the fact that I'm older than you, that I do have daughters older than you, may often make me behave a bit like a father to you too. I don't think I can help that because I love you both so much and I want you to be happy. The fact that I'm also your lover I suppose makes it even more intense. If it bothers you, me treating you like that sometimes, you must tell me. I think that for Lena, it's part of her love for me. I don't know. She does need the stability I hope I give her but for you it's different I suppose."

He was right in one way and not in the other. "You're right, Lena does need that stability, she had such an emotionally deprived childhood with no father figure. You give her that and your love as a man. It's not quite the same for me. Oh Mike, I was so mixed up after Steve and you being shared gave me emotional stability after that experience. I was lucky, I have a great mum and dad so I didn't really need that sort of support but I did need a rock to cling to after Steve and you were it. I don't want to lose that feeling for you, it was and is, so important to me. Without you none of this would have happened. I wouldn't have found myself again, not met Guy, not be here now to be married in a month." I held him tight. "I love you and I think I always will. Oh not in the way I love Guy, you know that, but I still do. That's why I wanted you tonight and I'll still want you in the future."

I felt happier now I'd explained myself to him and he seemed to understand as we sat together holding each other.

After a little while he moved away and looked at me, "Tell me about Guy," he said, "is everything OK with you two?"

Now he was being a father wasn't he, a father to both of us. It was nice. I smiled up at him, "Yes, very, very OK. Oh Mike I love him so much. It must be like how Lena feels about you. He makes me tingle when he looks at me, when he touches me and I feel as if I want to make him happy all the time. Even tonight I still think of him, him and Lena. I want her to make him happy." I looked at him and smiled, "Well, I know she will anyway. Are you sure you don't mind her with him."

He smiled softly at the thought, "How can I Jo. She only wants him so much because she sees him as a younger version of me so of course she wants him. With him she captures my youth," he ended sadly.

I could see now that, although he showed great understanding to us both it was difficult for him. "But she really loves you, now, doesn't she? Not the idea of you when you were young. You have to hold on to that." I felt the need to comfort him. Perhaps he was beginning to become maudlin again, worrying about his age.

He smiled, "Yes," he said, "I know that, I just can't help regretting how much older I am."

"But if you weren't, you wouldn't be the person you are and then she mightn't love you." I smiled up at him, "We both love you for what you are now, not what you were then."




Caroline Ch. 10.05



He kissed me, "I'm very lucky," he said as he pulled away, "to have two such wonderful women to love me." Then he took on the 'father' mantle again. "Lena says you haven't been using anything. You might fall. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all. In fact I hope I do really. We can carry our babies together and support each other." I laughed, "Oh Mike you wouldn't believe the amount of, you know, that he pumps out. I'll be very surprised if I don't fall."

He laughed, "So will I," he said, "you're both at your peak now. I think we'll probably be able to look forward to Lena being a grandmother."

This sent me into a giggle, "Oh I can't wait to call her granny," I said, "she'll have a fit."

"Yes she will," he laughed and all the tension seemed to leave us both. I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder. We sat like that for a while just enjoying the feel of each other. I could hear his heart beating as my head lay on his chest and I put my hand to feel the pulse of him. Then I began to run my fingers through the hairs on his chest. I love doing this, he's so much hairier than Guy and, I must admit, I do like a hairy chest (and pubic area as well). The hairs catch on that sensitive area between my fingers. It's very sensual. Then I found his nipple, I remembered, the one Lena had ripped on that fateful Sunday, and a frisson of excitement shuddered through me. He felt it and cupped my face with his hand.

"What is it sweetheart?" he said. I suspect he knew full well what it was because, at that moment, I had started thinking of the spanking he had given Lena on Sunday and how much I would like him to do it to me. You see I hadn't really thrown off the masochistic feelings that Steve had left me with. As Mike said later, I don't suppose I ever really will. They'll always be there lurking just beneath the skin, as it were. So I couldn't really meet his eyes, tell him what I was thinking.

"It's the pain isn't it?" he said, "you're thinking of what Lena did on that Sunday aren't you?"

I sniffled quietly, "Yes," I said, "I'm sorry. That, yes and I was thinking about you spanking Lena. She told me all about it you know." Then I looked at him, I had to ask. 

"Will you spank me? Please?"

He smiled softly down at me and stroked my cheek, "Never," he said softly, "never. The pleasure I'd get from that would be too great to bear and I'd hate myself afterwards. I would hurt you so much and enjoy every minute, every second, every moment of the beating. And I would beat you, you know, because I know you would enjoy it." He was fantasizing now, letting his feelings loose to ensure his beast didn't surface. I knew by now how he did this.

"So much pain," he muttered softly, "so much hurt, blood, crying, screaming for mercy but none shown." He looked down at me again and stroked my cheek, "No, never, never will I cause you any harm. I love you too much to put you through that even though I know you would enjoy every moment."

He was right of course, I would enjoy the pain, the blood, the screaming but that was my beast wasn't it and I had to put it behind me. I knew he was right. Right not to treat me like that and I loved him for it. Now I wanted him, I didn't know how but I wanted him so I stood in front of him and looked down.

"Make love to me," I said, "please."

He just sat and looked up at me then reached and undid my housecoat and opened it to look at me.

"You are so beautiful," he said as his hands cupped the cheeks of my bottom and pulled me to him. He buried his face in my sex, gently biting my mons and pulling the pubic hair with his teeth. He did this to Lena on Saturday I thought, I want to sit on him as well. I pulled away and knelt in front of him reaching for his pyjama bottoms to pull them off which I did as he lifted his hips. His penis was still limp, not really soft but not hard yet.

"I want that in my mouth," I said, "I want to suck your cock and make it hard. Then I want to sit on it like Lena did. Is that OK," I ended in a little girl voice and with an outrageous pout.

"Mmm," he said laughing, "but mind that sexy tongue of yours otherwise you'll end up with a mouthful of creamy white sauce."

"Now that would be nice but I can think of a couple of other places for it to go," I said smiling at him as I reached for his manhood. I leant forward and took the head into my mouth revelling in the sensation of his hardening penis. I gently sucked on the head and was rewarded by the first taste of his precum, salty, slightly bitter but enjoyable because it is the essence of him. I began to masturbate him tenderly with both hands as his erection grew and I could feel the head growing hard in my mouth. I flipped my tongue around the end, poking it into to tiny hole out of which his essence flowed. He began to move his growing erection into my mouth, hips lifting and falling.

"Oh God Joanna, that is wonderful."

I took my mouth from his penis and looked into his eyes, "Do you like it," I asked with a pout, "do you like me sucking your cock and washing it with my tongue, do you?"

"Joanna, don't ever stop."

Now I was licking his erection from bottom to top like a lollipop before each time taking the head into my mouth again and sucking. Now down to his balls which were becoming hard, a sure sign that he was really worked up. Then he began to breath deeply, "Jo, Jo, you'll have to stop. I can't take much more of this," and he pulled my head away from his erection and kissed me.

"Turn round," he said throatily. So I turned and presented my bottom to him. "Oh hell, how lovely," he said as his hands grasped my hips and pulled me back towards him. His hands caressed the cheeks of my bottom, tenderly kneading them before he buried his face in the valley of pleasure between. His tongue began to lave my bottom, up and down across my anus and right down to my perineum and to the back of my pussy.

I took a deep breath, "Oh please lick me there, put your tongue in my bottom, please." He need no second bidding as his tongue began to rim my tight rosebud and then gently force past the tightness and venture into my rectum. At the same his fingers began to explore my sex, tenderly opening the lips of my, already wet, vagina and laying out the path for his cock to follow.

After a while of this tonguing of my bottom and his fingers in my sex, his hands went to my hips and took my weight. "Lean backwards," he said huskily, "and put me in."

I reached between my legs and held his erection towards my pussy lips. I was burning with desire to get him inside me, to feel him opening my sex with his penis and filling me completely. Then he was there, just parting the lips of my vagina. I sank backwards onto him. The feeling was exquisite as his cock slid into my moist channel.

"Oh shit," he moaned, "oh shit, that is wonderful," and he pulled my hips down onto his manhood.

The breath rushed from my body in a soft, "Aaaaggghhhh," as I revelled in the pleasure of him inside me, stretching the walls of my vagina, filling me to the brim. He was bigger around than Guy and, in this position, he felt enormous. I don't know why but it felt different and I understood why Lena had enjoyed it so much. I settled back on him so that I took him all inside. I could feel pubic hairs tickling my buttocks as I began to gently ride him. There was an unbelievable feeling as his erection withdrew from me and then re-entered as I sank back on him. I was controlling how much was inside me: marvellous. I pulled off him and stilled myself, feeling the bulge of his cock forcing apart my pussy lips, then sank down again. 

Now his hands reached round for my boobs, stroking, kneading, caressing. He tweaked my nipples gently then one hand moved across my tummy and, after a few moments in my button (oh heaven), moved to my clit. My orgasm, which had been on its way for some time, arrived and I pushed myself onto him as he thrust deep inside. Waves of pleasure washed over me centred on this lovely muscle. He stilled himself then, as I came, so that he could go on. I didn't notice it just then, I was on my high, my climax rocking through my body. He said I shouted out then with the pleasure of it all. Then I just, sort of, left as I usually do after an orgasm that intense.

I came back to this world with the sound of his voice in my ear, "Jo, Jo, good?"

"Oh hell, yes." Then, "I can still feel you in there. Did you cum?"

He smiled as he cuddled me and fondled my boobs, "No," he said, "no need to stop yet!"

"Good," I said. I knew what I wanted now. "I want you in my arse like this, please?" I asked him. You can tell I was hot!

He took a deep breath and I could feel his desire. He got even harder inside my pussy and I could feel him pulse at the thought. "Sweet Jesus, yes," he said, "but darling I won't be able to hold back, not there, not like this. I'll cum."

I smiled but he couldn't see, "Good," I said, "then I can feel your lovely cream inside me. I want you to cum." I stood up and his still rock hard erection left me with a soft 'plop' and a feeling of emptiness. I knew, however, that I would soon feel really full! I turned and reached for him, kissing him full on the lips and insinuating my tongue inside. He responded and our tongues intertwined in a sensuous dance. After this kiss I moved back to his erection, taking it gently in hand and rubbing softly.

"Oh hell Jo, this is something else. Are you sure you want it that way. Look," he said nodding down to his penis, "I'm really hard and big for you now. Are you sure you can handle it?"

I looked at his erection, it seemed big, bigger than usual. It was obvious he was very excited. "No," I said, "I'm not sure." Then I kissed the head of his penis, "but I want to try. I want you there, to give that to you. Besides," I said smiling, "when I tell Lena I'm sure she'll want it in her bottom this way as well. Think how nice that will be!" With this I took him in my mouth again and sucked gently before standing up and fetching the KY from the nightstand.

I could feel his eyes on my bottom and I imagined him imagining ravaging me there. This would be the fullest I'd ever been I thought. Could I do it, I hoped so. "Fetch the chair to hold on to," he said, "otherwise you'll hurt your legs." Isn't he sweet?

I walked back and handed him the KY before bringing the chair and placing it in front of us so I could ease myself down on him whilst holding onto the back of it.

"Bring that bottom to me," he said huskily, "let me stick my tongue in your arse." His language was changing, a sure sign of his increased excitement. I backed on to him and felt his hands on my hips as he pulled my bottom back on to his face. Then his tongue in my anus, pushing past the slight resistance and beginning to rim my back passage. It was heaven. 

"Oh yes," I said, "lick me, stick your tongue in me and get me ready for that cock of yours. Oh how I want you to bugger me!"

This was almost too much for him as he became stock still for a few moments controlling himself. "Let me anoint you," he said as I felt him gently applying the lubricant to my anus, rubbing it softly into my rosebud. Then his finger forcing tenderly past the resistance to apply the KY inside my rectum. Then a few short seconds as he put KY on himself.

"Oh god you're beautiful," he said hoarsely. "Now move backwards over me. I'll take your weight on my hands." So, keeping my balance by holding on to the back of the chair, I moved backwards over his penis. Looking down between my legs I could see it, almost quivering with anticipation of entrance into my rear tightness. One hand left my buttocks and circled his penis directing it at my bottom hole. I sank slowly backwards until I could feel the very tip of his erection just kissing my anus gently. Then an idea! I relaxed my tight little ring just a little allowing him to just feel the entry then I tightened up again. I did this several times, kissing the tip of his erection with my anus.

"Jesus Joanna, much more of that and I won't be able to hold out. You don't know what it looks like from here." He took a very deep breath, "It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Oh God yes," he said again as I 'kissed' him yet again. "Please, please take me inside, please." He was pleading with me, full of desire, full of need. I felt very powerful then. I was in control but I took pity on him then and, without warning, sank backwards on his erection. The head entered past my relaxed rosebud and drove inside me. This brought an "Oh fucking hell," from Mike and a rush of air from my lungs as I felt the full force of his cockhead breaching my back door. Because I was holding on to the chair back I could control just how far I sank backwards on him so I stilled myself with just his head inside and began to squeeze and release my anus. The feeling was marvellous, controlling his pleasure. He was moaning, "Oh God, Jo, Jo, that's fantastic, oh God," over and over again. It must have been difficult for him, usually in total control of how deep he went inside us, now it was me! After a while of playing with him and allowing my rectum to become used to the feeling of invasion from this angle, is sank back on him again taking another two inches inside me. He was big and it hurt a bit but I didn't mind, I was enjoying myself.

"Oh shit, I can't take much more of this Jo. Oh the sight from back here, it's unbelievable." So much sex is in the mind isn't it and he must have been wallowing in the sight of his rock hard erection splitting my upturned heart and the ring of my anus clinging to him. For me it was getting just a little difficult. I was at the widest part of his cock and he was stretching me, seemingly further than he ever had before, and it was hurting just a little bit. It was difficult to maintain the angle at which his cock entered me but over all was this wonderful feeling of fullness, of complete possession of him which was overcoming any discomfort that I felt. I rested for a while to get used to the feeling of him in me this way and to give him a chance to control himself. Discomfort was lessening now and I was ready for another two inches so I sank backward some more.

"Oooph," from Mike and, "Oh yes," from me. Pleasure was increasing now as I had him inside me filling my rectum with his hardness. His cock was forcing apart my inner walls in the most wonderful way and every nerve in my bottom was tingling with the pleasure he was giving me. I could hear Mike breathing deeply, he was obviously having trouble controlling his orgasm. He told me afterwards that it was intensely difficult to maintain control because of the feeling of my clenching bottomhole and the eroticism of watching his erection sticking out from between my cheeks. I hadn't moved on his penis yet, just sank backwards. I wanted to feel him moving inside me so I lowered myself the rest of the way downwards and sucked his full 8½ inches inside me.

"Joooooooo," was all I heard from Mike. I was unable to say anything. It was almost too much, this entrance, this pillar inside me. I climaxed as I sat back on him and took him fully inside. Pain mixed with pleasure as my orgasm soared through my body, lighting up my insides as my mind released the chemical triggers. My fingers and toes tingled, my stomach did back flips, and my eyes closed in ecstasy. I must have passed out for a few moments because I became aware of him inside me again, still but pulsing. Mikes hands were on my boobs and he was whispering my name in my ear.

"Jo, Jo, wake up. Are you OK? Jo, Jo."

"Mmm," I said lazily, "Shit that was good. Did you cum?"

"No," he said, "I'm waiting for you."

"Oh," I said, "I had a marvellous one."

"Well," he said, "you can have another because I want you to fuck my cock with your arsehole. Work yourself up and down on me so I can fill your bowels with my hot cream. Please!"

He was hot, very hot indeed to speak like this. I thought I'd help him out. "Yes," I said turning me head to look back at him, "I'll arsefuck your cock and milk the spunk. Play with my clit. I can feel your cock spreading my arsehole. Oh yes." This last as I lifted myself from him. What a feeling! I don't know whether it was the position but I could feel my rectum closing as he left then, as I sat back down, being opened again. Another orgasm seemed to creep up on me making me want to move faster and faster up and down on him. So I began to milk his cock with my bottomhole, squeezing as I moved upward to drain him.

Then his hands on my thighs pulling me down on to him and not allowing any movement. I felt him spurting inside me, felt his cum hitting my insides, the warmth penetrating my body. Pulse after pulse of his essence accompanied by continuous cries of, "Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell," as he emptied himself into me. 

Another orgasm came crashing down on me bringing loud, "Oh yes," from me and a slight wiggle of my bottom on his cock that managed to suck another burst of spunk from him. My heart was beating and I could feel the blood pulsing around my body. My rectum was on pleasant fire. He felt like a warm poker stuffed into me. The power of my climax made me fall back on him in a swoon with his now softening erection still inside me. I felt his arms around me holding me close to him and his lips kissing my neck and shoulder.

I returned to this world with his almost completely soft penis still inside my bottom, unable to let go because I was sitting on him, and his arms holding me tight.

"Jo, Jo," he whispered.

"Mmm," I managed to say.

"That was marvellous," he whispered, "marvellous."

"Mmm," was all I could say because it was, bloody marvellous. I only wished he could get hard again in my bottom. I know Lena has mentioned this. It must be a wonderful feeling, a soft penis growing inside your rectum, pushing the walls apart in a different way but it wasn't to be so I just revelled in the wonderful afterglow of two powerful orgasms. Little did I know he hadn't finished with me yet!

He continued to hold me tightly against himself with his hands stroking my boobs and my tummy. He was kissing my neck and shoulders and, although I knew he had cum and probably wouldn't again tonight, he still seemed interested in my body.

"Go and lay on the bed," he whispered in my ear, "I want to make love to you."

Surprised, I turned my head, "But . . ."

He smiled, "Don't worry, we have got a false one."

Then I realised he was going to use the dildo on me. That started me again as I began to get excited. I lifted myself off his lap losing his soft penis in the process. I had to clench my anus tightly to avoid losing all that lovely cream he had deposited there. I'd get rid of that later, for now I wanted to hold on to it, as I wondered what he was going to do. I laid face down on the bed to let him have the view of my body I knew he liked the most. He always said how much he liked to see the curve of our bottoms sweeping from the hip down to our thighs. He knelt beside me and began to stroke my back right down to my bottom and then in between. His finger gently probed my bottom hole, pushing past my anus now well stretched after our intense session of sodomy. He began to work first one finger then two in and out of my bottom. Despite being stretched I was enjoying this immensely. Then, amazingly, I felt his tongue replace his fingers. What a man! He was tonguing my open anus when my bottom was full of his essence. He pushed his tongue right inside reaching the walls of my rectum and sending shivers of pleasure rocketing through me.

Now he pulled away and lay beside me, stroking my body with his hands. "Turn over sweetheart," he said, "I want to worship your beautiful body." I haven't known that many men in this after ejaculation situation, but there are only two that love us as much as this. To go on pleasuring a woman afterwards shows immense love.




Caroline Ch. 10.05



"Mmm," I managed to say as I was overwhelmed by my feelings for him. Oh, I still felt differently about him from how I felt about Guy but these feelings were still strong. He started by kissing my lips, my eyes, my cheeks, and my neck before he moved to my boobs. His mouth closed over one breast and sucked the nipple quite hard, but not too hard. He had that ability to know just how hard to do this sort of thing, experience I suppose. It was something I was determined to teach Guy, although he wasn't too bad considering.

He continued to suck my nipples, moving from one breast to the other whilst his hands caressed both, paying particular attention to that sensitive area underneath. I was floating on this wonderful platform of pleasure, not really orgasmic, just a wonderful feeling of being loved, of being made love to. Many men don't know just how important it is to make a woman feel like this; it doesn't always have to be 'stick it in and move'. It's so nice when a man pays homage to your body in the way Mike does.

Then he was moving down, his tongue cresting the pert curve of my tummy and finding it's way to my button which he started to lick gently. Then, rolling his tongue, he began to push it into my tummy button as if he were bonking me. Oh, such a wonderful feeling because I'm so sensitive there. This took me to another level, still not orgasmic, but joyful. After a while of doing this his tongue continued it's journey to my pussy. First he found my trimmed pubes, washing them with his tongue, tasting me I suppose as I was still wet from our earlier revels. Now is teeth pulling the hairs tenderly then letting go. He did this all round my pussy, right up to the edge of my pussy lips. Oh hell, this was wonderful and I was beginning to feel a climax coming on!

He opened my legs and continued to kiss and lick past my pussy and onto my perineum before moving to the soft inside of my legs. "Oh please Mike, please do my pussy. I can't wait," I said almost pleading with him. I was aware that sometimes he would kiss us for ages before he got to our pussies but I didn't think I could stand that tonight. All that had happened before had made me so hot for him, well his tongue anyway.

He must have taken pity on me because, after a moment when I heard him open the drawer on the bedside cabinet, his tongue found my pussy and dived inside. I was very wet by now and he seemed to enjoy the taste of my juices and he licked and swallowed. I've always thought it strange that some women, who love their man to suck their pussies, won't swallow sperm. They don't seem to be willing to do the same thing they ask their man to do, but, there you are, Lena and I have no problems in that area. We both love to taste and swallow the essence of our men.

Anyway, Mike continued to eat my pussy and drink my juice, his tongue bringing even more pleasure and keeping me on that plateau just before orgasm. Then he opened my legs a bit more and I felt something pressing at the entrance to my vagina. He had the dildo! Slowly he pushed it inside me and, at the same time, he started to lick, then suck, my clit. So my orgasm arrived, rushing through my body. He must have felt it because he pushed the dildo right inside me and began to move it in and out steadily whilst he continued to suck my clit. This kept my orgasm going until he tenderly bit my clit and pushed the dildo hard inside me and started to make it cum inside me. Oh dear, that really set me off. I reached down and clasped his head to my pussy, closing my legs on his head in a vice like grip as I really came! I thrust my pelvis into his face and squeezed as tightly as I could. Poor Mike, although I know he didn't mind really, it couldn't have been very comfortable.

As my orgasm receded I let him go and he withdrew the dildo. Now I was full of two lots of cream, one real and one artificial. And I did feel full despite the fact that the dildo wasn't that big. I did have a thought then that we ought to get a bigger one!

He moved level with me and I rolled to meet him, still dazed from my orgasm, "Thank you, oh thank you. That was marvellous, wonderful." I had tears in my eyes, from emotion I suppose. The feeling of love for him, that he would do that for me.

He smiled his gentle smile and his eyes looked down on me. Not quite the same way he looked at Lena, but wonderful all the same. "Did you enjoy that," he asked.

"You bet," I said, "it was lovely." Now, however, I was conscious of all that cream so I said, "Give me a minute," and I smiled. "You naughty man. You filled me with so much cream I'm leaking front and back!" So I scooted into the en-suite and tidied up then called him in for both of us to squeeze into the tiny shower. We washed and dried each other then lay on the bed.

"I wonder how Guy and Lena are getting on," I said smiling.

"I suspect Guy with be somewhat overawed Jo, she really fancies him you know."

"Mmm, well, it's not surprising is it. He's handsome and he's your son. She's bound to fancy him a lot. You don't mind do you."

Again that wonderful smile, "Mind, no of course not. How could I mind. You are here, she's there. I know she wouldn't go with anyone else so I don't mind. You know, don't you Jo, all I want is for both of you to be happy."

I held him tightly then and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke early in the morning and crept out of bed so as not to wake Mike. I put on my robe and went into the hall just as Lena came out of the other bedroom. She didn't look very happy, quite dejected in fact, so I knew something was wrong.

"Jo," she whispered.

I smiled at her lovingly, trying to reassure her "Hello Lena, how did it go?"

"Oh Jo, Jo, I'm so upset, I think Guy is as well," she said sniffling.

This worried me. What could have gone wrong between them. I hoped it was just another example of Lena over-reacting so I quietly closed the bedroom door. 

"It was great," she said, "he was wonderful but Jo, oh dear Jo, I enjoyed it so much and now I feel terrible. So guilty, ashamed almost. I need to see Mike, is he okay?"

I put my arms round her and held her to me. I guessed now what was wrong. Look, neither of us are 'loose women', we don't go around sleeping with men all the time, only our own two. Oh, Lena had put it about a bit but that was before and then it was never as intense as with Mike and now Guy. She was also taking the hormone pills and they were bound to play havoc with her emotions.

"He's fine," I said, "we had a good night." Then, "What about Guy?" She'd said he was upset as well. Perhaps he felt guilty too. Lena was only his second woman after all and he had pledged himself to me so perhaps he was upset because of that.

"Well he was wonderful all the time but afterwards he went very quiet," she said, "I know he enjoyed having me but he seemed bothered by something afterwards."

"I'll go and see him," I said, "you go to Mike. Don't worry everything will be all right."

I gently opened the door of the second bedroom, surprising Guy as he lay in bed. He turned away from me as I came into the room so I knew he was feeling upset. I sat next to him on the bed and stroked his hair, unruly as always.

"What is it darling," I asked softly, "tell me, please."

He couldn't look at me, he was so ashamed. "I'm sorry," he said almost in tears, "so sorry."

I continued to stroke his hair trying to make him feel better. I knew than that he felt the same as Lena but I had to make him say it, to get it out from inside him. I knew Mike would be able to make Lena feel OK, he always did so I was determined that Guy wouldn't carry this feeling out of the room. If our future was to be good then he had to put this behind him.

"You must tell me Guy. Now, look at me. Never be afraid to look at me dearest one. Look at me."

Slowly he turned his head and body to face me. He looked disconsolate, his eyes full of sadness and despair. I grasped his head and held it to my breast letting him feel the beating of my heart.

"Can you feel my heart beating?" I said to him.

"Yes," he managed to say.

"It's beating for you," I said still stroking his hair, "and it will for always. Now tell me what is wrong. Did you fight with Lena or something?"

He pulled away from me, seeming to gather strength from my declared love for him. "No, we didn't fight, far from it. Oh Jo she was marvellous, wonderful. She did things I dreamed about." Then he clasped me tightly to him.

"Jo, I'm so sorry, so, so, sorry."

"What are you sorry for. You can tell me you know." I held his head so I could look in his eyes, "I won't bite," I smiled but it didn't seem to cheer him up.

"I forgot you," he mumbled.

"What did you say?" I asked gently softening the question.

He looked into my eyes then away, "Jo, I forgot you. I feel so bad. You can't love me now, not after this." So here was the problem. He was so upset because, while he was making love with Lena, he forgot me. What a silly man. 

I fixed his eyes with mine, "I should hope so," I said. "Lena would be very upset if she thought you were thinking about me when you were making love with her."

This seemed to brighten him up a bit. "But the things we did. The feelings were so strong. Jo, I enjoyed her bottom so much. Afterwards I thought that I'd gone too far, you know, hurt her. I just lost control of myself."

"Look you darling man, there's nothing to be worried about. Lena is only the second girl you've been with isn't she?" He nodded. "Well, it's not surprising then, is it, that you got carried away. Most blokes don't meet two girls like us that often," I said smiling, "and certainly not in a bedroom so they would never get great sex like you had last night. If you were an ordinary bloke just starting you might get a 'quickie' in the back of a car or a 'blow job' in the cinema. You certainly wouldn't get what I suppose you did last night would you."

He shook his head, "It was so much more than I imagined Jo. All that time imagining going with her then finding her there. Oh I am sorry Jo but it was different with you. I didn't think of you like that at first, you know. I was certain I loved you, even on that first night. I didn't think of sex till later but I've imagined being with Lena ever since I first met her. Dad knew didn't he, he knew I fancied her?"

I laughed, "Yes, he did but he didn't mind, nor did she. She's rather flattered. It does marvels for a woman's confidence to know that a handsome young man fancies her so don't worry about that. Guy, there's nothing wrong in forgetting me when you're with Lena." I decided to be honest with him so he would understand, at least I hoped he would, but we had to deal with these issues early otherwise they could fester and trouble our relationships. "I wasn't thinking of you when Mike was making love to me, you know, I forgot you but that doesn't mean I don't love you with all my heart, because I do. It just means that I was concentrating of giving and receiving pleasure. I know Lena was thinking of Mike at the end because she told me just now but you have to understand why Lena wants you so much."

"I know," he said smiling at me now seeming to have regained his confidence in me. "She sees me as a younger version of my father doesn't she." Then he went on to tell me how she had called him Mike.

"That's it Guy, that's why she's a bit different. It's not that we love each other any the less it's just that she has that tie to Mike that's reinforced through you. That's why she got so carried away and why she's next door with Mike. Come on," I said smiling at him, "tell me what you and Lena did. I'm dying to know – perhaps there's something new we can try," and I ended with a coquettish glance at him. So he told me what they had done, how he and Lena had enjoyed it, and how she'd called him Mike.


I must admit that, despite all the sex of the night before, him retelling this was getting me quite hot so I kissed him and reached down under the bed clothes. It was getting him hot as well!

"So," I said sexily and with a little tease, "thinking about what you did with Lena is getting you excited again is it?"

He got embarrassed, "Oh no, it's just the morning Jo."

I kissed him, "Don't tell fibs," I said smiling, "I know that what you did with Lena excites you. I'm glad it does because you'll certainly be doing it again."

"Will she want to?" he asked.

"She will," I said, "I'm sure. But enough of that, I'm here now and you can use THAT on me!"

He smiled, "Yes please," he said, "I'm yours to command." Just like his father!

I laughed and kissed him before pulling the bedclothes off him and gazing down at his naked body, noting with pleasure his erection sticking up from his groin. I kissed him again sending one had down to slowly masturbate him to full hardness. My tongue pushed into his mouth and we began our dance together.

"I want to suck you, then I want to sit on that. Is that all right," I whispered in his ear as I gently nibbled his lobe.

"Oh shit yes, Jo. Do what you like."

I knelt up and slipped my robe off before beginning my journey across his chest to his stomach and then his groin. I kissed and licked him all the way down finally nibbling and gently pulling his pubes with my teeth. Then to his lovely cock sticking upwards proudly. He seemed extra big this morning, perhaps there was something in his claim of it being in the morning. As always I was amazed at his penis, long and fairly thin but smooth with no bulges. The head only slightly larger than the rest now that the foreskin was pulled back. It stood up straight in the air, much straighter than Mike, but I suppose that's a virtue of youth. Now I used two hands to stroke his penis before I took the head into my mouth savouring the flavour of him and of his pre-cum which was leaking in buckets (well not really but there was a lot).

"Jesus Jo, not too much, I'll cum." 

Mmm, I thought, I might quite like that, a mouthful of his sperm, but no, this morning I wanted it in my womb. I was certain somehow, that he had made me pregnant but a little more couldn't hurt could it? Not wanting him to cum too soon I left the head of his erection and started to 'lollipop' him from top to bottom before I licked the underside of his balls. Mike always says that if you can get the balls nice and hard a good erection always follows and I've found it works on him and Guy! Now a little further back towards his anus, licking his perineum. Then I decided to be really daring and naughty! I pushed his legs up to reveal his anus, tiny and tight. I moved down and licked it tenderly before gently probing the opening with my tongue.

"Christ Jo, no please, I'll cum and I want it inside you, please."

I was enjoying this, I was going to explore this with him again but I wanted him inside as well so I stopped and moved back to his lovely hard erection. I straddled his hips and looked down at him sexily, "Are you ready," I asked licking my lips,

"Oh hell yes, yes."

I grasped the base of his penis like a handle and guided the head to my pussy, slipping it just inside then I bore down taking him as far as my hand would allow. A long "Oooohhhhh" escaped my lips and his pupils almost disappeared in pleasure.

"Jo, Jo, Jo," was all I could hear from him. All I could think about was this lovely length of muscle halfway inside me. I bounced up and down a few times allowing my climax to sneak up on me. As it arrived I moved my hand and sank right down on him, taking him all inside. I lost my breath for a moment as my heart started beating harder, pounding out the rhythm of my orgasm. My head spun and I left for a moment, coming back to find him still hard inside me. Isn't he marvellous, just like his dad he can hold on and control himself. It does make our pleasure so much better when a man can do this.

So I began to move up and down on him whilst smiling sexily. "Do you like me like this," I asked with a sexy pout. "I like you."

"Joanna, I like you any way, any way at all. Keep doing that, please."

Continuing to smile at him I leant forward so I could kiss him. This had a very interesting effect on the penis inside me. The angle is all different and it pushes on the inside. I suppose it must be tighter for him as well because he took a deep breath and stopped moving.

"Don't," I said, "keep going, fill me with another dose of your lovely sperm just to make sure. I love you," I said to him as I kissed him. He started to move again and, after a few moments, he started to pulse inside me, spurting his sperm deep in my womb. I crushed his mouth under mine as another orgasm rocked my body causing my head to spin and my extremities to tingle. I kissed and kissed and kissed him as he continued to fill me with his offering. He seemed so fertile, producing loads of sperm considering he'd been with Lena only hours before. Still, I suppose he was at the peak of his sexual performance and so, so fertile at that age.

Finally he stopped pulsing inside me and I felt him softening with a feeling of loss. My own orgasm had ended leaving me feeling light-headed as usual so I sank down on him as his arms enclosed me.

"Better now," I whispered, "no more sadness. You remember me now don't you?" I ended laughing.

He smiled, "Oh yes, Jo, I remember you. I love you," he said and he kissed me passionately.

We lay in each other's arms for a while then I said to him, "Are you OK now Guy. No more regrets about last night?"

"No," he said, "I understand now."

"Look," I said seriously, "Lena was very upset this morning. She's gone into Mike and I expect they've done the same as us. She needs you to be supportive now. The pills she's taking are making her more emotional and more attractive by the way, so she needs us to love her. Is that OK."

"Mmm," he said, "I'll kiss and cuddle her and say thank you for last night because it was marvellous."

"I'm glad you can say that now. That will please her. She will want you again you know, perhaps not until after the baby, or babies, come."

"And I want her again," he said, "I want to show her that I can be tender and loving like my father. I don't think I was like that with her last night. She deserves better."

I loved him a little bit more then, if that is possible. Now I had to broach the subject of the four of us together. Particularly how we wanted to enjoy both men together.

"Guy," I said pensively, "have you ever thought of, er, er, you and your father together with one of us?"

He smiled, "Lena asked me the same thing," and he stroked my hair.

"Guy, we both want both of you, both at the same time. You know like in the films. We've talked about it a lot." I held my breath.

"I imagined my father and me with Lena often," he said taking a deep breath, "doing all the things in the films but I haven't thought about that with you." He fixed me with his eyes, "Do you want that, truly?"

I had to be honest with him didn't I? "Yes I do. To have both the men I love inside me, filling me, would be wonderful but I only want to do it if you're happy. You can do it with Lena if you want but if you don't want to do it with me you don't have to."

"If it will make you happy it will make me happy," he said with that same wry smile. "Yes," he said, "I think I'd like to try that."

"Good," I said smiling at him, "I'll tell Lena. Come on let's get dressed." So I went into the shower room to tidy up then got dressed. I was in the kitchen when Lena appeared. She looked radiant so I assumed she had overcome her demons.

"You look lovely," I said to her, "all right now?"

"Mmm," she said smiling, "we made love. It was wonderful Jo. I feel OK now." Then she was concerned, "What about Guy, is he OK?"

"He was feeling the same as you," I said smiling. "He was worried that he enjoyed you too much, got carried away and forgot about me."




Caroline Ch. 10.05



"Oh that is nice," she said, "nice for you and for me. He did enjoy himself then?"

"Oh yes but he wants you again because he says that he didn't make love to you gently and tenderly so that's something to look forward to isn't it!"

"Mmm. Did you ask him about foursomes?"

"Yes, I told him we both wanted both men at once like in the films. He told me that you'd mentioned it and that he had often imagined him and Mike taking you. Then he asked if I really wanted it and I had to say 'yes' so he agreed."

"I'm going to ask them at lunch Jo. We all need a rest after last night, I'm shattered, I don't know about you. And Mike, well he came again this morning. You must tell me about last night you know. Anyway, if we ask them to do it on Friday, if it's really good we can do it again next week can't we."

"Lena, you are incorrigible, but that does sound like a good idea."

"Well," she said, "I spoke to Mike about making love after the baby is implanted and he said that he like doing it but nothing unusual. And he said that he didn't want me to go with Guy whilst I was pregnant. He didn't mind with you though. I think he is so protective of me and the baby. It's sweet isn't it?"

"Yes it is. I think it'll be the same with Guy. Lena," I said seriously, "I don't know how I know but I think I am. I feel different somehow. It's difficult to explain and how could I know this early but I do feel different."

"Well," she said, "you'll soon know when your next period doesn't show up so don't worry until then. Not that it is a worry is it? You want a baby don't you?"

"Oh Lena, yes I do. Please don't think it's just jealousy. I feel the same way about Guy as you do about Mike. To have something of him growing inside me, to give him a child. Ooohhh, it makes me go all gooey inside just thinking about it."

She laughed, "Good," she said, "then I hope you are. From the amount of stuff he shot into me is should be surprised if you aren't. He is very fertile isn't he?"

I laughed too, "Yes he is. I suppose we'll have to be more careful in the future won't we, both of us!"

"Mmm, now there is a thought."

I'm going to hand back to Lena now to tell you about the foursomes (or threesomes as they were mostly) and about the wedding and afterwards.

Please comment and vote. Now a confession! I haven't actually written up the two foursomes. Only notes I'm afraid so I'm going to miss them out and carry on with the story. I will write them – honestly – when I have finished 'Kate'.



Caroline Ch. 11.01



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

To those of you who read these stories and don't like them – a response. I write primarily because I enjoy it. I don't go out of my way to upset people hence the warning at the top of each chapter (which isn't reprinted in full each time because regular readers will be aware of it). The only way us writers will improve our product is if you engage in a dialogue with us. Giving feedback is the method that Literotica has provided to do that. Positive feedback is great, a pleasure to receive, as are high marks, both of which make the effort of preparing stories for posting worthwhile. (It does take some time and effort – surprisingly). Poor marks associated with non-existent, anonymous, and rude negative feedback have the opposite effect. So, if you don't like the story, style, sex, etc., engage! If you do like it, great – please say that as well.

Anyhow, enough ranting! In this chapter Gianna becomes more of a presence and some more characters appear (in minor parts only). For regular readers, Gianna talks about her relationship with Mike. I know I've covered this twice before but I wanted to try to examine how Gianna felt about what happened.

Caroline's Tale

Gianna – Explanations and Introductions

(No sex)

We left Villa Mimosa after breakfast on Thursday. Guy drove us down the lakeside and on to the motorway. It was nice because Mike and I could sit cuddling in the back while Jo nestled, as much as she could, up to Guy. After an uneventful journey we arrived at Bernado's just before 4:00.

Bernardo was at the door to meet us again just like last time. He hugged and kissed Mike first, then me, then he went to Guy.

"By god little brother, you've done well," he said as he hugged Guy tightly to him. Then he held Jo close. "I was hoping I'd have to call you sister," he said smiling, "it saves me suffering from afar," he added with a leer.

She laughed at him and gave him quite a passionate a kiss, "There," she said smiling, "now you know what you are missing."

He laughed, "I can see that I shouldn't bandy words with my sister to be, you're as sharp as Sally." Then he turned to Guy, "Be careful little brother, this one is sparky as well!"

"Nardo, I know that but isn't she absolutely beautiful," he said. "Just like my step mum to be," he added looking at me. See, he was like his father. He always knew the right things to say although it was a slip but Bernardo didn't seem to notice.

"Yes," Nardo said, "they are both beautiful and I can't wait to see them all dressed up for the ceremonies. Come on inside, Sally and the family are waiting. Your mum and dad are in Bologna shopping," he added to Jo. "They should be back about six ready for dinner." Then he turned to Mike, "Have you told them about the plans Uncle."

"Yes," Mike said, "all ready. I'm looking forward to it." So we all went inside to meet Silvio and the family.

Everyone except Maria was in the big kitchen and the conservatory that was attached to the house. Silvio rushed up to Guy and hugged him tightly, "Well done my boy, I can see you have good taste." Then he turned to Jo, "You are very beautiful and I am lucky to have you for a daughter," and he kissed her (without touching her bottom I should add!).

Gianna looked on with a strange expression on her face, not altogether happy. I wondered if she wasn't happy about Guy and Jo because of Jo's relationship with Mike. Perhaps she thought that Jo was 'damaged goods' as it were. I would have to find out. I felt then that we were going to have to have a long talk about lots of things.

She went over to Guy and held him tightly, "I'm so happy for you," she said and turning to Jo, "and for you as well Joanna." Strange, I thought, very formal. Then Silvio was kissing my cheek, "Ciao Lena, you are looking well," he laughed, "you are not pregnant are you?"

I laughed back, "Not quite yet Silvio but I have to take pills to make me think I am."

He looked puzzled. "Don't worry," Gianna said, "I will explain it to him." Then to me, "you look very good Lena, it obviously agrees with you." She turned away and began talking to one of the younger boys, completely ignoring Mike. It was funny really, she was saying hello to everyone but seemed to be avoiding doing so to him. In the end he went up to her and held her by the arms, "Ciao Gianna," he said, "you're looking lovely as usual," and he went to kiss her as normal but she shied away. He looked at me and we both realised something was not quite right.

As Silvio drifted away with Guy and Jo, Mike said, "Lena and I need to talk to you, Gianna, alone."

"No," she said, "I don't want to." She must have realised that something had happened. It was obvious that she was having difficulty controlling her feelings, why I don't know.

"Please Gianna, we need to talk to you."

"No," she said again, this time vehemently, "No!"

"Arna, please," Mike said. 

"No, no, don't call me that, you shouldn't call me that," she shouted in a whisper then began to cry, "it's not fair. You mustn't call me that." Then she rushed off upstairs.

"What is Arna," I said to Mike.

"That's my special name for her, you know, when we were together."

I looked at him sternly, "You shouldn't have you know, it isn't fair on her. She's probably heartbroken." 

He took a great big sigh, "No, I suppose not but we have to talk to her Lena. We must let her know and, I'm sure you noticed, she didn't seem too happy about Jo and Guy. I reckon she thinks Jo is 'second hand' and isn't good enough for her son, especially her favourite son."

I took his arm, "Come on, let's find her. We've got to sort this out you know." I looked at him fondly, "It's difficult isn't it, talking to her about the past?"

He sighed again, "Yes," he said, "very difficult. I need you Lena, need to know you love me and understand." He looked at me intensely, seeming uncertain of himself, "You do don't you?"

"Oh love, of course I do. I understand too, how she must feel after all these years, especially now seeing you about to get married to a woman old enough to be her daughter. She must feel jealous, happy, confused all at once. Now her favourite son is marrying her ex-lovers second girlfriend: I'm not surprised she feels confused and upset." I looked at him closely, "Are you OK?"

"Mmm," he said, "I love you and, yes, I'm OK. It's just that, well, you know I'm still fond of her, deep down love her still I suppose. And the memories, they are difficult to keep buried. And I have you, my life now. I do feel a bit confused." He looked at me with so much love in his eyes, "I really need you to be strong now Lena, for me and for her. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I love you don't I. I love you like she loves you that's why I feel so sorry for her, I have you and she doesn't. Do you understand?" He nodded.

We went upstairs and listened, finally hearing quiet sobs from one of the bedrooms. I gingerly opened the door. This was going to be difficult. I was so glad he'd asked me to do this with him. Although he was very considerate, kind and thoughtful, he might be a bit heavy handed with Gianna, clumsy I suppose, having difficulty handling his feelings. Me being there helped I'm sure and I determined to take the lead.

Gianna was laying on the bed with her head hidden in a pillow. "Go away Mike," she said between sniffles, "I don't want to talk to you."

I sat on the bed next to her, "Gianna, Gianna, it's OK, I'm here. We have to talk about some things, we must sort them out."

She raised her head to look at me, then at Mike, "That was cruel," she said to him, "to call me that after all this time."

He knelt on the floor by the bed next to her, "I'm sorry Gianna, it was crass and Lena has told me off. It's just, well, it's just . . . ." It wasn't often that Mike was lost for words but the situation was getting the better of him as well as her. I'd have to keep a clear head.

"Look you two, just listen," and I turned to Gianna. "He's told us about you and him," I said, "ALL about you and him."

She looked shocked, dumbfounded, then angry. "Why?" she said to him, "Why? You make me ashamed in front of these two girls. Why, Why?"

He looked at me shamefaced then to her. "Gianna, I had to. Lena is going to be my wife. She deserves to know about my past," then he fixed her with his eyes, "and about my son."

"They know that as well, oh Gran Dio, my shame!" and she began crying again, sobbing into the pillow.

I turned to Mike, I was right, he wouldn't be able to do this without unintentionally hurting her. "Darling, I think you had better go." He made to protest, "No, I think it's better that we women handle this. Find Jo and send her to me, make up some story, anything. The three of us will sort this out, don't worry." He didn't look terribly happy but then I suppose he didn't like the idea of three women who loved him raking over his bones. I knew it was for the best however, with him there Gianna would never really relax, she'd always be aware of him, his appeal and her love for him.

Reluctantly he left and I put my arm around her. I had a sudden thought, here was I a girl of just 21 comforting a mother of six children, my, my, how I had grown since I met him, the centre of my life.

"Oh Gianna, love, you mustn't think like that. He had to tell us don't you see. He wanted Jo and Guy to get together, almost planned it really, so he had to let us know about the past and about Guy."

"You think I am some harlot, una puttana, a whore, don't you. Sleeping with him for money, to keep my children. Having his baby when I marry someone else. It's not true, not true," she finished falling back to the bed sobbing.

Thankfully Jo arrived. I assumed Mike had told her what was going on. She heard Gianna's last words and sat next to her then pulled her upright. Jo is a bit more direct than me in these situations, her nursing experience I suppose.

"Gianna, Gianna, look at me." Gianna did, "Stop this nonsense now. Neither of us think of you like that, we know you loved him even though you didn't want too. He told us how he seduced you and how he made you pregnant to try to get you to marry him, how you were loyal to Silvio. Gianna, we love you too. All three of us love Mike, all in our different ways and we must be friends."

"But, but, you know about Guy."

"Yes we know about Guy," now she took a deep breath and looked at me.

"Yes," I said, "we know about Guy and we know that Guy knows as well."

"Gianna, he didn't mean to. He let it slip to me and I made him explain. He told me all about confronting you and you making him promise." She took another deep breath. "I told him it wasn't fair Mike not knowing he knew, not fair on Mike and not fair on me, or Lena for that matter."

"But everyone will know, I will be so ashamed."

"No one will know but us. Gianna," I said readying her for the last revelation, "Guy and Mike know, they've acknowledged each other as father and son."

"Oh no, no, no. My shame!!" Again she began to sob.

I hugged her tightly, "Gianna, Gianna, I told you, no one will know but us. Guy vowed not to let it be known, even at the wedding, unless you agree. Anyway Gianna, it isn't anything to be ashamed of is it? Silvio had left you destitute, Mike looked after you and you both fell in love. You can't be ashamed of that can you?"

She looked at me with a fierce determination, "I will never be ashamed of falling in love with him," she said and then, looking me straight in the eye as she regained control of her emotions, "or of being in love with him now," she added with pride and determination.

"I know how much you love him because I love him that much," I said to her with all the feeling I could manage. "All this time you've held that, I couldn't do it." I held her tightly to me, "Why didn't you let your love for him go?" She was thawing now, reacting to my love and understanding of her feelings. She took a deep breath and opened her heart to us both that evening.

"You know," she said, "because he must have told you, that I was a child bride. I was young when I marry Silvio, he was over twice my age. It was arranged by our families. It was not unusual in those days for families to settle feuds, honour, or debts in this way. Silvio is older than anyone thinks, he is in his 70's now, probably even older although Mike and the children think he is ten years younger.

"I didn't love him at the start but he was kind, gentle with me, you know, and not too demanding, and I grew fond of him, not love but affection. Then he left. You see, I was devastated. I was only 19, I knew nothing really of England, I barely spoke English because Silvio did it all. I knew Mike of course, he was Silvio's best man and his best friend as well so we saw a lot of him and his wife and children. He was a family friend and I never thought of him as anything else." She smiled, "Although he was always an attractive man," she added quietly, "but I never thought of other men at all you see, that was the way I was brought up. I marry Silvio and that was that!

"When Silvio didn't return Mike was marvellous. He told me as tenderly as he could but I was completely broken and I wept on his shoulder. They were tears of fear, not of lost love, What would I do without a man in a strange country, I didn't know. Mike said he fell in love with me that day, perhaps he did, I don't know but I wasn't in love with him then. He comforted me and made all the arrangements to get somewhere for us to live. I had Nardo and Maria to worry about. I was at my wits end, how was I to manage. Well Mike managed for me. He sold the café that they'd bought together and gave me more than half the money then he found a small house for us to live in. I was seeing a lot of him then, obviously, and he was making it clear that his feelings for me had changed into something more than friendship."

She looked at us both, smiling softly at the memory "It's difficult you know, when a man makes it clear that he is enamoured of you. And I was lonely. You see," she said apparently looking for acceptance, "this was the first time a man had 'paid court' to me; I was too young in Italy. I was becoming flattered. I was pretty then, I know, and I felt good that he had noticed." 

She smiled a wan smile, "He was persistent you know," she said softly, "and I gave in and fell in love with him." Again she fixed us with her eyes, "I've only known two men," she said with feeling, "and I probably only will, but I know that I loved him, love him, with all my heart. Lena," she said holding my hands tightly, "I couldn't let go of that, surely you see."

"Yes," I said, "I see."

"Then he wanted to marry me, for me to divorce Silvio. Well, that was not possible, I am Catholic you see. To try to force me he made me pregnant with Guy but this changed nothing. I would not divorce Silvio and now I was a 'fallen woman', the proof there for everyone to see. I had cuckolded my husband and here was the proof. I was angry with him, very angry so I wouldn't let him be shown on the birth certificate. I was cruel I know but you do cruel things to the ones you love.

"He still loved me passionately, too passionately I suppose, but that didn't matter because I loved him. I wouldn't let him back into my bed and he had the operation to show he wouldn't make me pregnant so we became lovers again for several years. He lived a double life and I loved him." She looked at us with a yearning that was deep and strong, "And I wanted him, wanted him for myself but I couldn't have him could I? I belonged to Silvio.

"Then Silvio came back. Mike was heartbroken. You see," she said looking at us both with tears in her eyes, "I had to go back to Silvio. I was his wife wasn't I? I couldn't leave him. You understand don't you?"

She seemed to be seeking our approval for what she had done. Primarily, I suppose, because she thought she had done the wrong thing!

"Gianna, you had to do what you thought was right."

"Anyway I did go back to him. Silvio had to know about us and about Guy but he could hardly complain could he," she said with some bitterness. "Oh I didn't love him or anything like that." She held me quite tightly, "Look, I didn't want to go with Silvio, I wanted Mike but what could I do, I was his wife? Whenever he made love to me all I could think of was Mike. It was a duty not a pleasure."

She took a deep breath and she continued to relive the experience. "I didn't realise the effect that Silvio's return had had on Mike. He wouldn't see me and I didn't know he had started drinking heavily. Then, when I was pregnant with Pietro, he just disappeared. No one knew where he had gone, what he had done. I feared he would do something silly. I knew he still loved me passionately. He'd hardly spoken to me since Silvio's return, he was so hurt by my decision. Now I worried. I had a great big row with Silvio. He had assumed that Mike just took advantage of the situation to have a 'bit on the side'. He didn't realise until then how strong was our love for each other. I told him he was lucky to have a friend like Mike who looked after me while he had deserted me. I told him I didn't love him but I would stay because we were married. It changed him I think. I don't think he loved me before but perhaps he felt differently then, I don't know but he realised what I had given up."

"You know Mike contemplated killing himself don't you?"

She looked surprised, then sad, "No, he didn't tell me. When he came back I knew something had changed, something important. He was a different person you see. Before he was possessive, he wanted to own me really, to make me his. I suppose he was selfish. I didn't think so because I loved him. When he came back he wasn't like that any more. He was kind, thoughtful and understanding.

"After making his peace with Patricia he came to see Silvio and to tell him how he felt. Then he took me out for one last time together. We had lunch then we sat in the park and he told me how he had examined himself, examined his love for me, and how he had acted. He apologised for the way he treated me." She looked at us both and smiled wanly, "I didn't need any apology, I still loved him. Then he said that he had to bury his love for me. He couldn't hold on to it because it was so strong." She squeezed my hand tightly, trying to deal with the emotion. "I nearly died then, oh not literally," she smiled softly again, "I told him I couldn't do that and that I would always love him. We kissed for one last time, well kissed like that for one last time and that was the end. I gave him up," she ended sniffing and holding back tears, "out of duty, duty and religion. Damn them both!" she said vehemently.

"You did what you had to do," I said holding her tightly. I looked at Jo, "I told him I didn't mind him loving you," I said.

She looked puzzled and surprised, "I don't understand."

"I believe he still loves you, you see. Oh he buried his love but the memories are strong. That's why I sent him away just now. He would have hurt you I think because he has difficulty dealing with his feelings for you so I told him I didn't mind if he loved you. He needn't hide it away."

"How can you do this if you really love him?" she asked with some asperity.

Now I realised I would have to tell her about Jo and me, how we loved each other and about him and Jo. I looked at Jo, she sensed what I was going to do and nodded.

"I need to tell you about Jo and me, and all three of us." So I began to tell her about us being friends, me running away and then living together.

I took a deep breath, I didn't quite know how she'd take the next bit, "Jo and I are lovers," I said, "we have been for five years."




Caroline Ch. 11.01



Gianna looked shocked, "Lovers? You mean, you . . . you are . . . how do you say? Gay?"

I smiled at her, "I suppose we are," I said, "but if you must put us in a category, we are bi-sexual. I know that sounds extreme but we love each other Gianna, as only women can love each other but we like men as well." 

I laughed as Jo said, "Not 'as well' but very much. Gianna, were not lesbians. When Lena first came to live with me it just happened naturally and grew from there. We're still lovers despite Mike and Guy." Gianna looked shocked. "And they both know," she added.

"They both know," Gianna said puzzled, "and they don't mind? I don't understand."

"Let me tell you some more about us. I had a lot of boyfriends, too many really, and I was quite free with my favours, so free Jo took me in hand and calmed me down. It was a release you see, an emotional release." Strangely I felt a degree of relief, of catharsis, in telling Gianna all this. She was, after all, only slightly younger than my mother so I suppose I was treating her like a mother as well as someone I wanted to help.

"Well, I stopped seeing boys then I met Mike. I flirted outrageously with him and we went out and, after a while, went to bed together. I'd never experienced anything like being with him and I was falling in love although I didn't realise it. He told me later that he fell in love with me very early but didn't say anything because he was frightened of scaring me away. Anyway, about this time Jo broke up with her boyfriend. He was a bastard wasn't he Jo."

She looked at Gianna and smiled sadly at the memory, all bad thoughts now wiped out. "Yes he was. I fell for him madly Gianna. He hurt me, physically and emotionally so I split from him and withdrew into myself. Then Lena had this marvellous idea, she would share Mike with me, can you imagine, share a man. Well, to cut a long story short, she did and we became a ménage a trios, a 'household of three'. I love him a bit you know, not as strong as Lena and he loves me but not in the same way as he loves Lena. That hasn't changed."

"Mike always knew about us," I said, "right from the start and it never bothered him. After we told each other how we felt he said that he didn't own me and he wanted me to be happy. So he was happy to be shared." I laughed, "I'm not surprised I suppose, Jo is very beautiful. But it wasn't like that, he did it for her and for me. To make us both happy. Don't you see, Gianna, his experience with you, his love of you changed him so much." I went on to explain about my wanting his baby and the problems and, as I did so, I suddenly realised that she would know he hadn't had the vasectomy reversed. Luckily she didn't seem to put two and two together just then so I carried on telling her about him proposing and all the subsequent arrangements. Then on to Guy.

"Before we came away Mike was worried," I said.

"Yes," said Jo, "he was worried that I would feel 'left out' after the wedding and the baby so he thought I should have a man of my own. You see Gianna, he's not at all jealous or possessive so how can we be. Well, Guy was his choice. Oh he wasn't going to force anything just 'oil the wheels', as it were." She laughed, "He didn't need to do anything Gianna, I knew at the end of that evening that he was the one. Love at first sight I suppose, corny I know but it was true." Then she looked at Gianna fixedly.

"But you know what he was like don't you?"

She nodded, "He was frightened, frightened of female relationships."

"Yes, he was," said Jo smiling. "So, Mike arranged for him to come to the villa and I seduced him." 

She looked shocked, "You seduced him? How?"

Jo laughed, "The same way women have seduced men for eons," she said. "Mind, after his initial shyness he didn't take much seducing. Gianna, he loves me as much as I love him." She looked at me for support, "We're one Gianna. Our love is as strong as that of Lena and Mike. He knows about me and Mike and he doesn't mind, don't you see, he is just like his father. Kind, considerate, not at all possessive." Now the final admission, "I share him with Lena," Jo said fixing Gianna with her gaze, "we both share our men and they share us."

I think all this had left Gianna a bit shell shocked. After all she was a mother who had little experience of sex other than with Mike and Silvio. I doubt she'd ever seen a porn film. (As it happens I was wrong about that, she had seen her sons' films.)

"I don't understand, you share each other? What do you mean."

"She means," I said taking a deep breath, "that most of the time I sleep with Mike, but sometimes with Guy. Jo sleeps with Guy most of the time, but sometimes with Mike. Sometimes Jo and I sleep together, sometimes we all sleep together."

Her mouth was wide open at this admission. "How can you do this if you love them?" she said.

"Gianna," Jo said, "we do it because we all love each other. We don't own each other. Our love means that we want those we love to be happy. I love Guy absolutely, but I love Mike as well and I love Lena. I want them both almost as much as I want Guy."

"And I love Mike absolutely, but I love Guy a little bit as well. Oh Gianna, he must be just like Mike was when he was young."

She smiled sadly at the memory, "Yes," she said pensively, "he is very like his father."

"And," I carried on, "I love Jo. I'm not sure how Guy feels about me, I hope he loves me just a little bit."

Jo smiled, "Oh, I think he does Lena."

I turned to Gianna who was, I think, just about taking this all in, "The only reason we've told you this is so you understand what we mean when we say that we don't mind him loving you." I held her hands in mind, "We don't even mind if you want him."

She looked up suddenly, "What do you mean?"

"You love him don't you?" she nodded, "and you want him, want him in your bed again don't you?"

She looked away, embarrassed at us realising I think. "Gianna, it doesn't matter, you can tell us. Look, we all love him don't we." I pushed again, "You want him don't you, want him badly?"

She began to cry softly again as her emotions took control, "Want him, want him. I want him so much it hurts," she managed to say between tears. "All these years of Silvio, laying back and thinking of Mike, doing my 'duty', bearing children for him. Oh," she said with such a depth of feeling, "you cannot know how much I want him. Silvio has not touched me for 10 years, me an attractive woman not yet old. I want him so much sometimes I think I will go mad with desire. I dream of him." She looked at me with a pained expression, "I dream of him with you and I hate you. It is wrong I know but I can't help it." She turned to Jo, "Then he has you as well." She managed a shy smile, "Another beauty. I was so jealous and when I heard about you and Guy, well I was furious." But now she was in control again.

Jo was somewhat taken aback by this but Gianna was now getting hold of herself. "Now you have told me all this I think I understand and I am sorry for my thoughts." She hugged Jo, "I welcome you as a daughter," she said and kissed Jo full on the lips.

I hugged them both and said to Gianna, "I mean it Gianna, if you want him it's OK with me and with Jo." I smiled, "He still fancies you, you know. He told me."

She looked coy for a moment. Oh she must have been a beauty when she was 21 because she was lovely now. "Does he, does he really?"

Jo and I laughed, "Yes he does," I said, "so, if you do we'll arrange it."

"You would do that for me, arrange for him to be with me?"

I looked at Jo, "Yes," I said, "I want you to be happy." Then I smiled, "I know he would be happy. Gianna I am sure of his love for me and I know his love for me has room for you, just as it has room for Jo."

She held me then and kissed me full on the lips, not an altogether chaste kiss either. Perhaps she also had a slight penchant for other women, that might be interesting as well. I glanced at Jo and saw she had noticed.

Just at that moment there was a soft knock on the bedroom door and Mike, somewhat sheepishly, poked his head round. "They're wondering where you are," he said, "so I said I'd come and look for you."

"Come on in, we've had a nice chat and sorted a few things out." Then I looked at Gianna, "Gianna would like you to hold her and say you were sorry for earlier, isn't that right Gianna?"

She looked at me and realised what I was doing. I was giving her the opportunity to hold him properly, not chaste like usual. She nodded and smiled at Jo and I then stood and went to Mike who, I must say, looked somewhat bemused. I did worry for just a moment that he might feel annoyed but, by now, he was used to being manipulated by us women and, generally, it resulted in something good for him.

Now Gianna is very petite, only about 5'5" so she had to reach up and pull his head down. Watching her it was obvious she'd done it many times! Standing on tiptoe her lips me his and she 'blended' into his arms. His eyes met mine and I saw an apology there as he succumbed to his feelings for her, returning her kiss and holding her tightly to him. 

She pulled away after a while and turned to us both, "Thank you," she said, "thank you for giving me hope."

Mike continued to stand there in something of a daze as his life was arranged by us three women. Then Jo stood, "Come on, we'd better be getting back."

As we went to go Mike had recovered his wits, "Lena, I need to talk to you." Then, turning to Jo and Gianna he said, "You two go on, we'll be along in a minute."

They left and he sat on the bed next to me. Fixing me with his lovely eyes, carrying just a little bit of steel now, he said, "Caroline." Oh dear, he was a bit upset. "Caroline, what have you done?"

Well, I know how to handle him don't I? So I kissed him and stroked his cheek, "Nothing much," I said smiling at him, "just arranged for you to go to bed with Gianna."

He was gob smacked, "What did you say?"

"We've just arranged for Gianna to share you if she wants." I looked at him, "We know you want to."

Well, of course, he couldn't deny this because he'd told me earlier. That rather defeated any possible annoyance. He sat quietly for a few moments then laughed out loud.

"Lena, Lena, oh Lena. What am I going to do with you." He wrapped me in his arms and smothered my face with kisses. "I love you so much," he said.

"I know," I smiled back at him.

"But it's very dangerous," he said seriously, "Gianna and I have a lot of history."

"I know," I said, "but I know you love me now and if you go with her that won't change will it?"

"No," he said with a depth of feeling, "no, that won't change." Then he said laughing, "Come on, we'd better get back or they'll all think we're at it up here."

I laughed, "Now there's a thought," and I kissed him and rolled back on the bed pulling him with me.

He chuckled, "Stop it minx," he said as he kissed me, "not now, I'll take you tonight!"

"Mmm, promise?"

"Oh yes, promise!" So off we went downstairs to mingle.

Gianna looked much happier when we got downstairs, she was milling about chatting and smiling. She came up to us and pecked Mike on the cheek, "Hello Mike," she said, "Doesn't Lena look well?" as if we hadn't had that chat upstairs. 

He looked down at her, smiled, and said, "Hello Gianna," and he kissed her back, as per normal, on the lips. This time it was a little longer and I could see she had trouble pulling herself away. I was sure then, that we would have to arrange for her to be with Mike. I suspect her feeling of duty to Silvio was almost spent now. Then I spied Jo's mum and dad.

"Mike," I said grabbing his arm, "there's Jo's mum and dad, Mary and Geoff. Come on, I'll introduce you."

He took a deep breath and looked a trifle sheepish as we walked over. I put my arms around Geoff's neck and kissed his cheek, "Hello Geoff, it's nice to see you. I'm so glad you could come." Then I kissed Mary.

"You look well," she said smiling at me.

I smiled back, "I'll explain later," I said, "this is Mike, my fiancé." Ooohhh, that felt good. "Mike, Geoff and Mary. Jo's mum and dad."

Mike cleared his throat, obviously a bit embarrassed at meeting these to 'almost parents', and held out his hand which was quickly taken by Geoff.

"It's good to meet you at last," he said smiling, "we've heard so much about you from both girls." His smile seemed to settle Mike a bit and he regained his confidence.

"All good, I hope," he said smiling back and turning to Mary. "It's a pleasure to meet you both and thank you, thank you for coming for our blessing. The wedding came as a bit of a surprise to us as well," he said nodding towards Jo and Guy who were talking to Bernardo. "And thank you too Geoff, may I call you Geoff? Thank you for agreeing to give Lena away." He smiled softly at me and put his arm around me, "I wouldn't."

Geoff laughed, as I knew he would. "I'm pleased to, she obviously loves you," he said tenderly smiling at Mary.

"Yes," she said, "I don't think I've ever seen you looking happier Caroline."

I hugged her, "I don't think I've ever been happier," I said laughing. "Perhaps only on Saturday," I said looking at Mike. He smiled and kissed me as Jo and Guy arrived.

"Hello mum, dad," said Jo. I must admit she did look a bit worried. After all, here she was with two men with whom she had obviously slept, in front of her mum and dad to explain that she was getting married.

Her father looked at her over his glasses, "Hello Joanna," he said seriously then he smiled and hugged her, "you look well doesn't she Mary?" Her mum hugged her too and kissed her cheek.

"That's the influence of these two lovely men," said Jo looking at Mike and Guy and making it obvious that she was sleeping with them both. 

This didn't seem to worry Geoff or Mary however and Geoff said to her, "Aren't you going to introduce us then?"

"Oh sorry," she smiled then said very formally, "this is my fiancé Guy. Guy, Mum and Dad." 

He shook Geoff's hand and said, very courteously, "I'm sorry, Mr. . . . . . that I didn't ask for Jo's hand formerly so I'll do that now." I could see Jo was surprised by this. I thought it was rather nice and romantic.

"May I have the hand of your daughter Joanna in marriage," he said very formally, "I love her and I think she loves me." I must admit Jo did look just a little bit worried but I was sure her dad would agree. After all Guy was quite a catch really, intelligent, handsome, potentially very rich, and they must have spoken to Nardo and Sally about him.

Geoff smiled at him, "Thank you son," he said, "thank you for asking. That's very thoughtful." Then he looked at Joanna, "But," he said smiling, "from the look on Joanna's face I think it's a foregone conclusion don't you. Mary, what do you say?"

Her mum looked at them both and smiled. She was always a good judge of character and she had summed up Guy pretty quickly. She did, however, seem to look at him rather closely and then at Mike a couple of times. You see they were so alike and now Guy had gained confidence he behaved more like Mike so I could see why people would suspect some relationship.

"They look lovely together," said Mary, "and they look as if they are in love," she added. The she reached up and kissed Guy on the cheek, "He's quite a catch isn't he Jo?" she said smiling.

"Oh yes," said Jo with feeling, "he certainly is and I'm not letting him go." She hugged him tight and we all laughed.

So all the introductions went well. Mike and Geoff seemed to get on well, especially when Mike realised that Geoff wasn't at all censorious about his relationship with either me or Jo. The rest of the evening was taken up with the lovely buffet that Nardo had organised and lots of milling around talking. Catching up on news and getting to know each other.

Nardo had given us rooms in the house as Jo's mum and dad were staying in the boathouse. Lovely bedrooms connected to each other by a fantastic bathroom. We changed there for the evening.

So another chapter ends with interesting possibilities for the future. As ever, please vote and comment. It seems from the voting pattern that some of you read all these. I would very much like to hear from you.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 11.02



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Perhaps This is a touch 'Mills and Boonish' but you know me by now! (No pontificating this time!). Contains oral, straight, anal.

Caroline's Tale

Lena and Guy again, the party and marriage.

After we'd finished eating Jo collared me in a corner. "Lena," she said pensively, "tonight?" I knew she was going to ask me something. "Can I have Mike again. I really think I'm pregnant you know, don't ask me why, I just feel that I am." She laughed, "It might be a side effect of those pills you're taking. Seriously though, you said that Mike wouldn't want you to go with Guy while you're pregnant, well I think Guy will be the same. Tonight will be my last chance until after the babies." She looked at me with a silent appeal, "I need him you know Lena. I don't know why, now I've got Guy, but I need him again. You can have Guy if you want." I'd never seen her like this, she seemed almost desperate.

"What is it Jo, you seem funny?"

"I don't know," she said, "I just look around at all this, Guy, my parents, the wedding, you and Mike, Guy's family, oh everything and I think it's all because he loves me just a little bit, because of him. I'm sorry, you should have him really. It's just, just . . . . oh I can't explain it. I just need him," she ended lamely.

"Oh Jo, Jo, of course you can have him. I've got him for the whole weekend and for the rest of my life. You know you can have him whenever you want Jo. You don't have to feel bad about it."

"What will Mike say?"

I laughed, "He will do as he is told. Jo he knows how you feel about him. He would never say no to you, not if he knows I'm OK about it."

"What about you? Do you want Guy?"

"If he wants me, of course I do. You know that Jo. I do love him a little bit. I told Mike about it and he understands. Look, I'll tell Mike in a while, why don't you sort it out with Guy." 

"Oh thank you Lena," and she gave me a kiss.

Mike drifted over having noticed, I suppose, our chat. "What was that about," he asked smiling.

"She wants you tonight," I said looking up at him through my lashes. "She thinks she's pregnant, she doesn't know just feels that she is."

He laughed, "I'd be surprised if she isn't after all those little buggers he's been depositing inside her." Then seriously, "Why now?"

"She knows you don't want me to go with Guy after the baby and she thinks Guy will be the same. You won't go with her will you, when she's pregnant I mean?"

"No," he said, "No. I think I should respect that and how Guy might feel."

"I don't know why but she seems almost desperate about tonight. You will won't you. She feels all of this, everything about her life now, is as a result of you loving her so I suppose she feels the need to be with you."

He looked down at me, "What about you, how do you feel about it. And," he said seriously, "about Guy. She's offered him hasn't she?"

He was reminding me of my feelings the first time with Guy. "Yes she has and I want to. I want to try and make up for the first time." I smiled up at him, "I won't feel guilty this time. Oh Mike, you know I don't mind you going with Jo. I told her she could have you whenever she wanted. You don't mind do you?"

He laughed, "No, I don't. How could any man mind that two such gorgeous women should dispense his favours as they saw fit. No, I love you both and going to bed with Jo is a pleasure surpassed only by making love with you."

Ooohhh, isn't he lovely. "Well, you'll have plenty of opportunity to do that on Saturday won't you?"

"Yes," he said smiling to himself then at me, "I intend to take advantage of that opportunity to the fullest." He was planning something, I could tell. I began to get excited which, I suspect, was just what he wanted.

"You're planning something aren't you? Please tell me, pleeezze, pleeezze," and I pouted outrageously at him.

He smiled and kissed me on the cheek, "It won't be a surprise if I tell you will it? For now you'll just have to imagine."

I knew he wouldn't tell me so I had to give up. "I'll tell Jo about tonight shall I?"

"Mmm," he said. He hugged me tightly, "She wants to feel like a princess is suppose?"

"Yes, I think she does. She seems to need that from you. I expect Guy hasn't got it quite there yet." I had a thought, "Could you had a quiet word with him, you know, about poetry and all that." I laughed, "He can practice on me tonight if he wants."

"You," Mike said laughing, "are a naughty little minx. Just wait till we're married."

"Mmm, I can't wait," I said. Mike drifted off and I saw him buttonhole Guy and have a bit of a chat, all the while looking either at me or at Jo. Jo must have told him because he didn't seem bothered whilst Mike was talking to him. After a while he came over to me.

"We're together tonight," he whispered, "I can't wait. It won't be like last time, promise."

I smiled at him, finding it difficult not to grab hold of him and kiss him. That would be a bit inappropriate in this company on the evening before my wedding. I suddenly had a lovely thought, what a man I was marrying. He was happy to bed my best friend and to share me with her fiancé on the night before we married. Well, I suppose he was lucky two because I was happy with the arrangement!

"I know," I said. "I want you to make love to me," I whispered in his ear. "Come on, mingle, otherwise people will talk."

So off we went our separate ways until bedtime.

It had been a fairly long day, what with the drive down, so I suggested to Jo that we didn't leave it too late so, about 10:30, she and Guy came over and said good night. We thought it was better if we didn't all go up together, someone might smell a rat – not that we minded really. After all Gianna knew what we did but Mike wanted to keep some degree of propriety.

A little later we said goodnight to everyone and went up. As we only had one bathroom we told the men we'd get ready first, then they could shower. It was nice because it was different, it was usually them waiting for us. 

"Thank you Lena," said Jo as we were getting ready, "I don't know why I feel this way. Perhaps it is because I am pregnant. Do you think so?"

"I don't know," I said, "but I do feel quite emotional at the moment. I suppose it's the pills. By the way, I had a word with Mike, asked him to chat to Guy about poetry and all that." I smiled softly at her, "Mike will be romantic tonight, I know. This will probably be the last time we swap before the baby, or babies," I laughed, "so I want us both to enjoy it."

"Don't feel guilty Lena. Mike doesn't mind does he and I have had a word with Guy. He understands now."

"No, I won't feel guilty. I don't think we'll do it with that sort of intensity tonight. Oh Jo, I want to be loved, romanced, you know. I do hope Guy can do it."

She smiled, "Well, he's shown he's his father's son in almost everything else so I expect he will pull something out of the hat."

With that we finished preparing. We did get ready at the back but somehow I wasn't concerned about having him there tonight and Jo would be happy just to be made love to. Oh I would if he wanted to but I wanted him inside my pussy and my mouth, to look at him, his face. I needed him to love me, only a little bit, but to love me all the same. You see, I did love him a bit, well perhaps more than that. He was still a young Mike, even more so after what Gianna had said about how much he looked like his father then. I must be hell for her all these years but perhaps we could do something about that!

I went into the bedroom to find Guy sitting on the bed. As before he wore a pair of boxer shorts in silk. I was naked and, as he looked up, I could feel his eyes caressing my body from top to bottom. He stood and walked over and took me in his arms. The he began to sing softly – it was 'Embraceable You', the Gershwin song.

Oh God, this was wonderful. He could sing as well! He had a passable voice unlike his father who, although he loves music, couldn't hold a note.

"That's lovely, lovely," and I did embrace him and held him tightly to me as I began to cry softly into his chest. 

"What is it?" he said suddenly concerned.

"Oh, nothing," I said regaining control. "It's just so wonderful to be made love to like this." I smiled up at him, "It's nearly as good as poetry, that's Mike's speciality. He says poetry but singing is just as good. I didn't know you could sing."

He smiled that shy smile, "I did a little bit at college. We did "Les Miserables". I played Marius so I got some good songs. Anyway, I don't know any poetry." He laughed, "Not much poetry in Mathematics and Computer Studies is there, although," he added holding me tight, "a beauty such as you can inspire almost anything!"

Oooohhhhh, nearly as good as his father! "I'm not beautiful really, Jo is beautiful, I might be cute."

"Just like dad says," he laughed, "you are fishing for compliments. Well, I don't care what you say, to me you are beautiful. My second love," he said suddenly.

I nearly started to cry again, "Do you mean it," I asked not daring to believe that he might love me a little bit.

He pulled away slightly so he could look into my eyes, "Yes," he said with feeling, "I do mean it." Then he began to explain, with some difficulty, "Look, I don't mean in the same way as with Jo. Oh this is difficult. I more than like you and I'm more than fond of you. What I feel for you is something like what I feel for Jo but not a strong, as overpowering." He looked at me with that wan smile on his face, just like his father, "I'm not doing very well am I?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said kissing him gently, "it sounds all right to me. Anyway, I wouldn't expect you to feel the same about me as you do about Jo, she is your one and only after all, but we can love others as well. I love Jo and I love you a bit as well but neither is anything like I feel for Mike." Enough of this, I thought, he has done very well up to now and I wanted him to romance me. "Sing to me again and then make love to me, please."

So he held me close to him and began to croon again. It was lovely, he had quite a nice voice so it sounded wonderful. Then he picked me up and carried me over to the bed: lovely, bloody marvellous. He laid down beside me his head propped up on one arm whilst he gently stroked my hair with the other. Leaning forward he started to kiss my face, my lips, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, all over before returning to my lips for a longer, more searching kiss. His tongue tenderly probed between my lips and met mine in an exquisite dance. There was passion here but not uncontrolled like last time, this was tender and gentle, loving and romantic. I was really enjoying this already.

While continuing to kiss my lips his hand wandered down to my boobs and began to caress the small hillocks. Pulling his lips away he said, "You have beautiful breasts you know."

I sighed, "But they're too small, not like Jo's. Hers are much more in proportion." I wasn't really fishing for compliments because I really felt that this was true, Jo has got better boobs than me. 

He wasn't having any of it however, "You are different from Jo and just as nice. I love your nipples."

"Suck them then. You can bite them gently as well," I said with a big smile on my face. "Then you can kiss my boobs all over."

He smiled and licked his lips, "I'll see you in half an hour," he said as his lips moved down to suckle at my breasts. I should say that since I began taking the hormone pills my boobs had become far more sensitive and now, as he started to suckle, an orgasm crept up on me. He started by gently sucking one nipple while massaging the other with his fingers, then he'd change over. Next he bit the base where the nipple joins the areole. He'd never experienced that terrible pain/pleasure thing so he was a bit unsure how hard to bite. He started off too gentle so I whispered to him, "Just a bit harder, yes, a bit more. Oh that's just right." And it was, hard enough to begin to hurt but not too hard so it did.

"Draw your teeth along my nipple." He did. "Oh god that is so good, keep doing that, please. Oooooohh, now the other one. Oooooohh, fabulous." He seemed to be enjoying himself. Jo and I found over the years that, although he was a bottom man like his dad, our boobs did have a fascination for him. He would spend ages suckling, kissing, and licking. This was my first experience of extended attention to my boobs. Oh, don't get me wrong, Mike was good there too, but Guy seemed to turn it into an art form. 

After biting and sucking my nipples for ages he moved to the whole breast, kissing and licking, stroking and massaging. He concentrated on the underneath, so tender and even more sensitive after the pills. I was nearly swooning in pleasure, moaning a constant litany of, "Yes, yes, yes," over an over again. It was heaven, this attention to my boobs. Like nothing before. By the time he began to move down across my tummy I had had several small orgasms and was even more sensitive between my legs.

I caught my breath and said to him, "Will you lick me there?" He knew what I meant because he was on his way!

"Oh yes," he said breathlessly, "for ever an a day." Oh God, he was certainly in 'romantic' mood tonight. I wondered what Mike had said to him.

"That's not long enough," I said smiling to myself. "Please, please, now, please. Worship me with your tongue." So he did!

Slowly, oh so slowly, his mouth moved across my tummy, stopping only to lick my tummy button and probe it with his tongue before meeting the neatly trimmed pubic hair on my mons. He nibbled the hair with his teeth pulling gently as his fingers probed my pussy, wet now in anticipation of the visit of his tongue. He parted my legs tenderly and moved in between then lifted my knees to give himself total access to my most tender of places. Like before he seemed fascinated and stayed still for a few moments taking in the sight of my sex. He must have been able to see my anus as well and I wondered whether he would use his tongue there as well. Now he bent his head to drink at my fountain of love. His thumbs gently prised open the lips of my pussy and he blew softly on the insides almost causing an orgasm straight away. Now his tongue began to lick the inside of my pussy, up and down, back and forth, before sucking my clit tenderly.

"Oh yes, yes, keep doing that, please," I moaned as my climax approached. He seemed to sense it's arrival because he sucked on my clit really hard and used his fingers to stimulate my vagina. A long, "Aaaaggghhhh," escaped from my lips as I clasped his head to my sex and pushed my hips into his face. He didn't seem to mind, just kept on sucking my clit as my climax faded into just a gentle feeling of pleasure.

I felt him move away now and then the head of his penis was knocking at the door of my vagina. He leant forward and took is weight on his arms before he pushed forward with his hips, entering me. It was heavenly so soon after my first real orgasm. He didn't stop this time, just carried on until he was fully inside me and then began to move, to fuck me with long but gentle strokes. He wasn't as big as Mike so there wasn't the same feeling of fullness down there but he was longer, reaching further inside my body. Dear boy, he didn't take long. After a few minutes he let out a long drawn out sigh as he began to cum deep inside my womb. Pulse after pulse I felt inside me suddenly sorry for the pills that would ensure his poor sperm died a useless death.

His orgasm, surprisingly, hadn't caused one in me, it was too soon after that lovely climax given me by his mouth but I was pleased that I could make him cum so quickly like this and I enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. Remember, he hadn't taken me like this the first time, that was supposed to be for later but didn't happen because of how we felt.

I felt him soften slightly inside my pussy and he gently withdrew and lay next to me, again looking down. I smiled up at him, "Was that good?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he said with feeling, "wonderful."

"Lay back and let me make love to you." So he did and I began by kissing his mouth then moving down to lick his nipples. Mike likes this but I didn't know about Guy at that time. Then across his tummy, smooth and flat, to his groin where his pubic hair bristled tightly. His penis wasn't soft, but not fully hard, and lay sideways on his leg. I stroked it with my fingers and tenderly clasped it, beginning to stroke it up and down.

"Oh Lena," gasped Guy, obviously a bit tender after his cum. Taking pity on him I took the head in my mouth and coated it in saliva, using my tongue to ease him into pleasure. I could feel him growing in my mouth and before long he was back to full size. All those years ago he was very, very fertile. Right up into his thirties he was able to get hard again and again. We used to joke and say that we were lucky to have our very own porn star!

His tiny hole was leaking the remains of his first cum mixed with pre-cum which, together with the taste of myself on him, made a heady cocktail. I began to suck quite hard to get more of his essence. This started him moving in my mouth and I could tell he was getting hot again so I stopped my sucking and snuggled up to him again.

"What do you want to do?" I asked giving him the lead.

He took a deep breath, "Can I kiss your bottom?"

I hadn't wanted him in there tonight, well, I would take him there if he wanted but I did want tonight to be romantic. Still, I always like my bottom attended to and he might, just might, change my mind so my answer was to turn face down and to open my legs a little bit. Mike says that this position is the most stimulating that a woman can take for a 'bottom' man, well at least for him, so I assumed that Guy would be enjoying it and getting hot now. Strangely he didn't do anything for a while, just looked at me. I turned my head to look at him and he was smiling a gentle smile of pleasure as he took in the sight of my bottom waiting for his enjoyment (and mine of course!).

Now he leant forward and his hands began to stroke my back from my shoulders to my bottom. Tenderly caressing me with a tingling touch. Then he focussed on my bottom, kneading the cheeks, squeezing together then apart to expose my (still) tight little rosebud. He was breathing deeply now as he moved his mouth down to meet my expectant back door. His tongue darted out and licked the whole length of my bottom crack, skipping quickly over my anus and sending a bolt of pleasure and anticipation along my rectum. Again and again he did this making me long to feel his tongue prising apart that tight rear tunnel. Finally he did. Forming his tongue into a tiny penis, he began to fuck my bottom hole gently but firmly.

"Oh yes, that's good," I said enjoying the feeling. I wanted him there now, of that there was no doubt. But I didn't want to lose it like last time. I think he must have felt the same because he seemed quite controlled.

After a while of using his tongue like this, as well as sometimes licking along the whole valley, he lifted his head and said, "Lena, Lena, can I take you there. Please, it won't be like last time, please?" He was begging to be allowed to bugger me. He didn't need to, he'd changed my mind!

"Oh yes, gently, tenderly. Yes please, I want you in there. Do it now."

He lifted me into a kneeling position and opened my legs. I pushed my head down and dipped my back in the manner I knew excited Mike most. He used to joke saying that it was the 'Victorian number 2 presenting position', he loved me that way. I felt the bed move as Guy moved into position, then I felt the slipperiness of the KY as he massaged it into my welcoming rosebud, finally pushing his finger gently inside to coat my rectum with lube.




Caroline Ch. 11.02



Now his cockhead at my back door, probing gently for the opening which clenched at first then relaxed to allow him in. 

"Oooohhhhh," escaped from my lips as half of his penis slid easily inside me. He wasn't a big as Mike but he stilled filled my rectum nicely. Then he pulled out, then back in and, on the third stroke, buried all of his manhood inside me. 

I heard a soft, "Oh Lena, Lena, Caroline. Oh God," as he filled me. I was in seventh heaven now, not quite a good as Mike; I preferred his bigger penis, but still bloody good. He was longer certainly and felt deeper inside. Was there more?

I looked back at him, "Use you thumbs to part my bottom cheeks," I said, "I think you've got more to give me."

He looked at me as if in a dream world so I squeezed my rectal muscles and my anus a few times. This caused another, "Oh God," from him then I felt his thumbs part my cheeks and he was in another half inch. I don't know what the half inch did but my anal orgasm began to build at that moment and now I wanted to feel him moving inside me.

"Will you fuck me now Guy, please. Gently fuck my arse and cum deep inside me. Please."

He looked mesmerized, as if he couldn't believe how good this felt, but he did begin to move. Slowly at first then faster but still gentle. No driving in hard, no clenching of teeth, nor squeezing my buttocks, just a tender movement in and out: sliding along the freeway of my well lubricated back passage. It was heaven and I was moving there myself. Warmth from my anus travelled along my rectum to my tummy then exploding in a rush of pleasure all across my body. All I could do was to shout, "Guy" as this rush hit me. I must have squeezed him unmercifully because he buried himself completely in me and began to cum, strong jets hitting my insides fuelling the fires of my climax and making me squeeze even tighter.

"Caroline," he said breathlessly as the last of his pulses hit my inside and we both fell sideways onto the bed. His arms went around me immediately and he began to kiss my shoulder and neck. His orgasm seemed to be continuing although he had finished cumming. After a while my bottom expelled it's welcome interloper, soft now after his two quite strong cums, and I turned to face him.

"That was nice," I said smiling at him, "thank you."

"Thank you," he said, "you never have to thank me. That was amazing."

"It's always better if you love someone," I said softly, smiling at him, "and you do love me a bit don't you?"

"Yes," he said, "I do," and he kissed me tenderly. "I'm sorry about the first time," he said looking down at me, "I got carried away. It was much better this time, oh shit, it was marvellous."

"Good, I'm glad you liked it. Now, I'm going to get tidied up because I've got your spunk front and back and I'm dripping," I said laughing. "If Jo's in there we'll change, is that all right. If she's not I'll come back."

"Only if you give me one last kiss in case," he said, "because we won't do this again for a while will we."

"No," I smiled, "we won't," and I kissed him softly, tenderly, lovingly before pulling away for the bathroom.

I tidied myself up in there and, after a few minutes, the other door opened and Jo came in.

"I thought I heard you," she said smiling, "was it good?"

"Mmm," I said smiling at her, "very good. Front and back, very gentle, kind and tender. Oh Jo, he said he loved me a little bit. You don't mind do you? I had to admit that I loved him a little bit as well. It is all right isn't it?"

She laughed at me tenderly. "Of course I don't mind. How can I? I've just been made love to by the man you're going to marry tomorrow and I love him don't I? Don't worry. Just the front for me. He was heavenly as usual Lena. Just a tiny bit of poetry. Did Mike have a word with him about that. I didn't get a chance to ask him?"

"Jo, he can sing. He's got quite a nice voice and he sang to me. You must get him to sing to you. It's marvellous. He sang 'Embraceable you'. Ooohhh, it made me go all tingly."

She smiled an kissed me, "Yes I think I will. Do you want to change back?"

I did. You see I realised now that although I enjoyed being with Guy, I always did, I needed Mike afterwards. I suppose it was like with Jo, I needed to reaffirm my feelings for him and, I suppose, check his feelings for me. I never again doubted his love for me, I'd grown out of that. I think it was just a need to be needed by him.

"I thought you would. Come on, in you go." She smiled a sultry smile, "I wonder if I can conjure another one from Guy," she said to no one in particular as she opened the bedroom door.

I went into the other bedroom.

"Hello precious," he said. How did he know that?

"How did you know it was me?" I asked.

"Because I love you," he said as if that answered everything. Well it did really didn't it?

I snuggled up next to him and gave him a kiss. "Thank you for talking to Guy. Did you know he could sing."

He laughed, "Yes as a matter of fact I did. Did he sing to you?"

"Yes, 'Embraceable you'. It was lovely." 

"I thought he would. I don't think he knows much poetry."

I laughed, "Jo's gone in there to try and get him to sing again, and perform I think."

"Oh the joys of youth," he said sadly cuddling me, "I'm afraid I've shot my bolt for tonight."

I smiled tenderly at him not wishing to compare him with his son, "I don't mind," I said, "just kiss me and hold me and tell me you love me." So he did, all three, over and over. In fact he must have kissed me for half an hour. He may not have been able to maintain an erection but his mouth and tongue pleasured my body to orgasm. I don't think I'd ever been kissed quite so much. It was lovely and I fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke to the sound of a soft knocking on the hall door. Jumping out of bed and donning a dressing gown I opened it to find Sally holding a try of tea and coffee. She smiled, "I thought you might need this before you come down," she said looking at me with a keen eye, "you look as if you had a busy night. Was my brother OK?" Oh dear, she'd guessed but I don't suppose she was about to broadcast it. I also noted she had put four cups on the tray.

I smiled that secretive female smile when we talk to each other about our menfolk, "Mmm," I said, "nearly as good as Mike."

She laughed, "It's true what Mike says, you are a minx. You must tell me all about this arrangement of yours," she whispered softly so nobody could hear, "I'm dying to know all about it."

"Perhaps after the weddings," I said, "we might have time then. It's a long story."

She smiled, "All right, I'll have to wait. Don't rush down, breakfast is all laid out when you're ready," and she left.

I woke Mike then popped my head round the door to see if Jo and Guy were awake. They were so I called them in and we all had coffee together. As we finished Mike pointed to the tray, "I think that Sally must suspect something," he said smiling, "she left four cups."

Jo looked alarmed, "Oh dear, does she really. She won't say anything will she?"

"Don't worry Jo, it doesn't really matter who knows does it. Most of them suspect something I should think. Why should Nardo give us these rooms if he didn't think we might 'wander' during the night."

"You're right Lena, it doesn't matter does it. I'm bloody hungry. I don't know about you three," she said smiling and looking at us all, "but I had a busy night!" We all laughed and, after dressing, strolled slowly downstairs for breakfast.

I must admit that the rest of that day remains something of a blur. An early lunch then all the women retiring to our bedroom to get me and themselves ready for the civil ceremony. They all fussed around me, it was like having four mums. I think that Gianna was the worst, wanting to make sure I looked my very best, but Maria wasn't far behind, with Sally and Mary bringing up the rear. They all got Jo ready first so she just had to stand around, they wouldn't let her sit down.  

As they finished they all stood back and admired their work. They did my hair up with a hairpiece and managed to get a soft purple highlight into it that perfectly matched the burgundy colour of my suit. With my high heeled shoes I wasn't far off six feet now and when I looked at myself in the mirror I realised what a good job they had done. My makeup was fantastic. Again the colour had a soft purple base, not strong, but suggested. Lips sealed with a lipstick that matched perfectly I felt like a million dollars, Jo said I looked like a million too!

She looked fantastic as well. She had no formal part to play but she was a main witness along with Guy matching their roles at the blessing on Saturday. The pale blue of her suit complemented my burgundy perfectly. The only problem was neither of us were allowed to sit down or anything before the ceremony!

I only remember the end of the ceremony, turning to him, eyes almost level, and falling into those marvellous pools of blue/grey. He held me gently, oh so gently, and kissed my lips tenderly.

"I love you wife," he said with the biggest smile I've ever seen.

"And I love you husband," I said returning it.

This made everyone cry, well all the women anyway, so afterwards we all had to rush off to repair our faces. The remainder of the afternoon was spent with all the couples chatting, kissing and cuddling. I think the romance of the situation had got to them all. The only one left out really was Maria. You can't count the two younger boys, they didn't have an ounce of romance between them and we were unable to prise Pietro away from his Sandy anyway. Maria stood on the side watching all this with a sad expression on her face. I remembered her pain and reaffirmed my determination to get Mike to make love to her. In fact I had the germ of an idea about how to do that but it was early days yet and it would take a lot of luck to bring it to fruition.

"I'm going to talk to Maria," I whispered to him, "she looks so sad. She's the only one who hasn't got a partner and it's so romantic. Look at everyone."

He smiled as he looked around. "Mmm," he said, "it's amazing what seeing two people deeply in love can do to others. Off you go then but don't stay away too long." Wasn't he lovely!

I strolled over to Maria and she brightened a little bit. "You look sad," I said, "you need someone to be with,"

"I know," she smiled wanly, "no doubt Nardo will have invited a few eligible bachelors tonight and I'll have to fight them off but I do wish I had someone, you know, someone special but, well, it's so hard."

With my hand on her arm I said, "I haven't forgotten you know."

"Forgotten what?"

"My promise. Being married to him changes nothing. I promised I would try to arrange it and I will. I think I might have an idea so don't despair."

"Have you really. You don't have to, I'll understand," she said eagerly. "I didn't really think you would want to, or be able to."

I smiled at her, "You have a lot to learn about me Maria, I promised and I deliver on my promises. Once you've had him you can start your life and look for a nice man of your own."

"I'd like that. Sometimes I feel so lonely, like tonight. And mother, oh she keeps on." She bent close conspirationally, "She thinks I'm gay and is desperate to find out who my lover is," she laughed, "I wonder what she'd say if she learnt we'd been together."

Not a lot, I thought, but I didn't want Maria to know that! I'd have to have a talk with Jo, it was going to be difficult to get him to bed both mother and daughter without either of them knowing about the other but I had plans!

So I drifted back to Mike and stayed near him until the party began in the evening. Maria was right, there were several young men, all handsome, who had obviously been primed by Nardo and/or Sally. They pursued her relentlessly until I made Mike and Guy look after her for a while. Unfortunately that meant that they transferred their attentions to Jo and me. We flashed our eyes, wiggled our hips, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves teasing them before our men returned. Then I made it clear where my allegiance lay. I don't think that any of them who tried to chat me up realised that I was the reason there was a party, they were so focussed on chatting up a woman! Jo was enjoying herself breaking hearts again. I'm sure she used these occasions to get her own back on the 'male'. Mike thought it was hilarious but I did notice Guy looking rather tense as Jo danced with a coupled of blokes.

"Mike," I said, "look at Guy."

"Mmm," he said, "he's jealous isn't he?"

"Certainly looks that way to me. He doesn't know she's playing with them does he."

"No he doesn't. That's probably outside his experience. Lena, you'd better talk to him. Remember he is so young in experience. I'd hate to see him do anything silly, and he might if one of those lotharios goes too far."

I sidled over to him, "Hello Guy, it looks like Jo is enjoying herself."

"Yes," he said through clenched teeth, "yes."

I grabbed his arm, "Oh Guy, Guy. Come over here and sit down, Mike's watching her like a hawk. Nothing can happen." So we sat down at one of the tables. "She's having a good time Guy. It doesn't mean anything honestly. Look, she's told you about her bad time. This is her way of getting it out of her system. Those blokes will think they've got a chance with one of the most beautiful women here and she will let them think that. In a minute she'll walk over to you and show them that they don't have a chance against you, don't you see. You'll feel wonderful. She's breaking hearts now, getting her own back on the male in her own way. You don't need to be jealous, she'll never leave you." I gripped his arm tightly, "No man will ever match up to you as far as she is concerned. Come on, let's go back and watch an expert heartbreaker at work and laugh inside." 

He laughed, "You are right of course. Silly I know but I am new at this."

"That's all right, you are learning quickly."

At that moment the combo stopped playing and three of these gay lotharios gathered round Jo. She was all smiles, and head shaking until she finally looked across at Guy said something and pointed. You could almost see them all deflating, it was so funny. Then, to rub salt into the wound, she walked over to Guy and planted the most outrageously sexy kiss on his lips and draped herself round him in a manner that clearly said, 'this man fucks me'. You could almost see them drooling because she did look gorgeous, but then she always did. Guy played along now that he knew what she was doing, allowing his hands to wander over her bottom and caress her cheeks in a clear indication of 'ownership' as it were. Mike was laughing behind his hand at this display as the three suitors disappeared to look for Maria again but she had gone to ground in the kitchen.

"That was hilarious," I said to Mike, "she can be a real cow when she wants and she is so, so sexy."

"Mmm," he said smiling, "makes me feel quite jealous but then I've got you," and he swept me into his arms running his hands over my bottom as well. I knew we wouldn't make love tonight. Both he and Guy were drinking far more than usual, the wine was, after all, exceptionally good. Nardo had pulled out all the stops this evening, food and wine were excellent. 

We didn't want to leave it too late for bed. I was eager to go to sleep in the arms of my HUSBAND and I wanted him to be well rested for the trials of Saturday and Sunday. Ooohhh, I was looking forward to that. So at about 10:30 we said our good nights to everyone and went up to bed.

Outside the door he stopped and turned to me, "This is just the first time," he said as he picked me up and carried me into the room, "I know I'll have to do it several times more." Then he put me on the bed and laid next to me.

"Well," he said, "how does it feel to be an old married woman," then seriously, "no regrets."

I reached up and pulled his head to mine and, after kissing his long and lovingly, said, "None whatever, and I never will have. Come on let's get undressed and go to bed. I want to fall asleep in the arms of my husband. Anyway," I said sexily, "you need your beauty sleep to build your strength for tomorrow."

He laughed, we cuddled, we undressed, then we went to sleep.

If I thought things went like a whirlwind on Friday, Saturday was even busier. We were woken early by Sally with tea and coffee (only two cups this time!) and poor Mike was hustled off into the other bedroom, passing Jo on the way. Then the four women went to work on us, getting us both ready for the ceremony at 12:30. Mike and Guy were told to shower then the bathroom door was locked from their side. There was no way he was going to see me before the ceremony they all said, just like a real wedding. By the time they had finished I felt fantastic and I could see that Jo felt good as well. She looked wonderful, "You look lovely," I said smiling at her.

"Take a look at yourself," she said smiling back. 

So I walked to the mirror, "Oh my God," is said. I couldn't believe what I saw. A woman, seemingly in her early thirties, gorgeous, no fabulous. Blonde hair raised in towers with tiny ringlets at the side and just pink highlights. What they had done to my face I don't know, I was beautiful. Soft pink lipstick covering full lips that begged to be kissed, blue eyes highlighted by deftly applied eyeliner, cheeks the colour of a rose at dawn. I turned to them amazed, "Oh thank you, thank you. How did you ever do this?"

"It was easy," said Gianna, "we just worked on what was already there. You are very beautiful Caroline, you must believe that. What about your dress?"

"Oh, it looks fantastic," and it did. Because I'm quite tall and I was wearing 3 inch heels the dress hung beautifully showing off my bosom and my bottom to good effect.

"Jo," I said suddenly worried, "Mike?"

"What is it?" asked Gianna quickly followed by Maria.

I looked at Jo, should we tell them? I was asking her silently. She nodded and began to speak, "Well," she said, "obviously Mike is a lot older than Lena and he feels that sometimes. The problem is he feels it most when he sees her looking beautiful. He sort of feels he doesn't deserve her you see, that she should be with a young man and he gets an attack of conscience and self deprecation. Look," she said turning to me, "I'll have to go and have a word with him, warn him how wonderful you look, OK?"

"I think that's best. It'll be all right if he sees Jo beforehand won't it," I asked the others as she left. Mind I was a bit worried about Guy when he saw her looking like this, would he be able to keep his hands off her!

"No problem," said Sally, "it's only the bride that's unlucky. He's a silly man isn't he. Doesn't he know you love him, it's certainly obvious to all of us."

"Oh he knows, that isn't the problem. He just has these attacks of confidence, thinking he's too old for me. That he can't give me much time." Of course thinking like this was making me feel sad and they noticed so they started to cheer me up and after a while I was OK again. We didn't have much time to wait before the ceremony and they all finally rushed off to get ready themselves when Jo returned.

"I had a word with him," she said, " and he's OK. He was lovely Lena, he said he expected you to be beautiful today so he wasn't bothered when I told him. He really looks excited today. Oh Lena, I'm so happy for you." I was frustrating really, we couldn't cuddle because of our makeup and dresses but never mind!

Soon it was time for the ceremony. I don't remember very much, I think I was too emotional to take it in. I just remember walking down the small aisle on Geoff's arm and seeing Mike and Guy standing there in lovely suits, English morning dress I later found out. He turned to look at me, breaking the rules I suppose but it was worth it. The love in his eyes was unbelievable and almost started me crying. At the alter his touch was electric and the final kiss, well I could hardly stand. Afterwards we went outside for photographs, all taken by Pietro incidentally, and milled around talking and laughing.




Caroline Ch. 11.02



Now time for a quick drink before the 'breakfast'. Mike had insisted that we stay in our finery all through, even when we went to the hotel. He said he wanted everyone who saw us to know we had just got married. He said he was so proud of me he wanted to show me off (please feminists, don't be upset. I liked being shown off and anyway, I was showing him off as well).

The meal was outstanding and the wine superb although I noticed Mike didn't eat too much and drank hardly at all. He saw me looking at him one time as he took a tiny sip from his glass and he winked at me. I was pretty sure what he had in mind this afternoon, same as me I expect because I didn't eat or drink much either!

At the end of the meal Guy got up and made a short speech thanking Jo and reading a few messages. Mike was surprised that his eldest and youngest daughters had sent him a nice tele-message and there was one from his ex-wife. I thought that was nice. Some of his other friends had sent good wishes as well so he was quite pleased by the end. Then Geoff got up to say a few words about me, all nice I'm pleased to say, and told a few silly stories about me and Jo when we were kids. He was lovely really, setting just the right tone. Then Mike stood up. I could see he was very emotional and I wondered what he would say.

He looked round at everyone sitting watching him and began. "I never thought to see this day," he said, "such a wonderful day for me. Can you believe how lucky I am that this gorgeous lady sitting next to me agreed to be my wife. Sometimes I can't but, what the heck, it must be true mustn't it?" He smiled down at me. 

"Isn't she the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. No," he said quickly, "I'm sorry. Let's be honest we're surrounded by beautiful women today but she does look marvellous doesn't she." He bent and kissed me then he laughed out loud, "And she's mine! 

Enough malarkey. Thank you especially Sally and Bernardo for letting us get married here in this lovely house and for arranging everything so wonderfully well. It's been a marvellous occasion that we'll remember for the rest of our lives, right Lena?"

"Mmm," I said, "it has been lovely."

"And thank you as well to Jo and to Guy. Tables turned in a fortnight young man," he said smiling at them both, "and to Geoff and Mary for coming out here to celebrate our marriage. I am so happy to have my new family around me, Silvio, Gianna, and all the youngsters. It's been a wonderful occasion and I'd better sit down before I get maudlin." Everyone cheered and clapped as he sat and I gave him a great bit kiss.

Not long after that Bernardo indicated that he was ready to take us to the hotel. He was going to enjoy himself when he got back. He and Sally had planned a family only party for the evening even though we weren't there.

Jo and I had packed my things for the hotel, including two dresses for dinner that were outstanding (and terribly expensive), in a great big travel trunk that Bernado had loaned us. You didn't need to fold the dresses or anything. It was enormous and it looked as if we were going for ages but you do need a lot of clothes when you're showing off, and we were going to show off! I could tell.

As always, your votes are valuable and comments welcome.

To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 11.03



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Some poetry (thanks to Elizabeth Barrett), some romance and plenty of sex, mostly A – you know me by now! (Note: I don't really know whether Viagra works like this!) 

Caroline's Tale

The Honeymoon – Day 1

Bernardo had hired a special limousine to take us to the hotel, it was enormous, completely white, and so comfortable. As we drove up to the front the concierge opened the door for me and I stepped out. Even his eyes opened wide as he saw me. I could almost feel him trying to think who I was. 

"Thank you," I said giving him my very best smile and he melted, smiling back at me and closing the door behind me as I walked up the steps to the hotel. What a place, so posh it was unbelievable. Mike followed me up the steps and we went into the hotel together. I felt like a princess in my lovely dress and I knew, just knew, how pretty I was because heads were turning constantly as we walked across the gigantic foyer to book in. Mike was loving every minute of it as I clung to his arm and whispered sweet nothings in his ear just making sure that everyone knew is was with HIM.

As we stood at the counter getting keys I could feel eyes upon me, almost sense the whispered, 'Who is she?' that was drifting around the room. Then the walk to the lift after the desk clerk said our luggage would follow us up. It was that sort of place.

I kept up a constant conversation with Mike, laughing and smiling at him. I wasn't really saying anything and he wasn't really replying but we were enjoying ourselves immensely. Our penthouse, not the bridal suite (they didn't call them that any more just in case they didn't have any brides), was right at the top of the building at the back. When the lift arrived, with a bell boy right behind, Mike insisted on carrying me to the room and, as the boy opened the door, into the room. He put me down then turned and tipped the young man who left with a final look and a wink in my direction. I could tell exactly what he was thinking!

"You look absolutely fabulous," he said as he stood there looking at me, his eyes seeming to caress my body underneath my dress.

"Come and kiss me properly," I said to him.

"I don't want to muss that lovely face. Oh Caroline, I can't believe this, you, me, here, married. Oh God how I love you," and he held me tightly in his arms.

I smiled up at him, "I don't mind if you muss my face, I was hoping you were going to muss everything," I said softly.

"Oh, that I will but the luggage will arrive in a minute and we don't want to be disturbed do we," he said then kissed my forehead.

At that moment there was a knock on the door and our luggage arrived. Mike tipped the porter and left the trunk by the door. Then he went to the entertainment unit in the corner and took a CD from his pocket.

"I did us some special music for this afternoon," he said, "I hope you like it," he added as the sound of Tony Bennett singing 'My Romance' floated across the room.

"It's just right," I said, "now you can muss me."

He took my head gently in his hands and bent slightly to kiss my lips, a soft tender kiss that made me want to cry with happiness. His hands stroked my hair then my shoulders, bare in this dress. "You're so beautiful, so lovely," he whispered seemingly unable to come to terms with how I looked. I got just a little worried that he was going to get maudlin again but he soon dispelled that worry but saying.

"I want to make love to you, may I?" Silly man, of course he could!

"Oh yes, for ever and a day if you want."

He held me tight then moving away, he began to take off his formal suit. I started to reach behind to do my dress but he stopped me.

Smiling, he said, "I'll do that when I get this bloody monkey suit off. Let me look at you for a bit longer." I was loving this and I didn't want to tell him that the lingerie I had on was even sexier than the dress, it should have been, it cost a bloody fortune but Sally insisted that I should look my best and who was I to argue with her?

He quickly got rid of his clothes, standing only in his boxers, then moved to hold me again. I was quite hot by now watching him take his clothes off like that, especially with the lovely romantic music he had chosen. His hand found the zip at the back of my dress and he began to unzip me. Now this zip went right down to my bottom and I felt his hand gently stroke me there through the silk of the dress. Fortunately, with the zip completely undone, the dress just dropped to the floor and I was able to step out of it. 

He stood back and looked at me again, "Oh my God," he said taking a deep breath, "you look even better." His eyes were taking in my soft pink bra and French knickers complemented by self supporting pink stockings previously unseen under my dress. Add to this the effect of three inch high heels and you can imagine how I looked. 

I twirled, "You like?"

"Oh hell Caroline, like? like? oh my God what a beautiful sight."

Now he surprised me. He lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on this enormous bed. It must have been eight feet wide, lovely. He lay beside me, as usual propped up on one elbow and looked down into my eyes which he then kissed before finding my lips. His hands stroked my cheek, my neck and my hair, mussed now. He was so tender, so loving, so emotional.

"Do you love me?" I said.

He smiled down then began to recite:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

He counted on his fingers as he smiled down at me:

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

Then he kissed me: 

I love thee to the level of every day's 

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I was crying by now, softly, gently. Not a sad cry, a happy cry. A cry you cry when the emotion in you is too much to handle and you need some release. A cry that says 'I love you' to the one you love. He was relentless in his poetry:

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right:

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

His hand clasped the back of my head and he placed a passionate kiss on my lips. A kiss that said, 'I love you' with a love overpowering. A love that could conquer anything, even death:

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Oh heaven, heaven. It's almost impossible to explain what this did to me. I didn't really understand all of it but the impact was tremendous. My tears were flowing freely now, still tears of happiness, joy, wonder at this marvellous man I had found, and had found me. I held him tightly to me, so tight I hurt myself and him I suspect. I didn't ever want to let him go and I prayed, just for a moment, that the last line was true.

He gently pulled away from me and looked down, "Yes," he said, "I love you," and he smiled that wonderful smile that lit up my life. "Now," he continued, "I've made you cry on your wedding day. I'm sorry. Am I forgiven?"

Well, of course he knew I wouldn't mind this sort of crying, it was a happy cry, so I reached up and stroked his cheek. "Forgiven, of course you're forgiven. I love you but I don't have the poetry to tell you like that."

He smiled again, "Yes you do, you have the poetry of your beauty, of your soul, of your life."

Oh heck, he keeps on doing it you see. How could I deal with a man like this. My only concern was that I couldn't love him enough, enough to match his love for me but I knew I would try. "Thank you," I said stroking his cheek again, "will you kiss me now and make love to me?" It was what I could give him you see, myself, totally, completely, and utterly. But, even then, he gave me himself in the same way. Now I had no doubts about him, his feelings or anything.

"Make love to you?" he said, "oh yes, for as long as I can," and he kissed me again. This was more passionate, sexy and demanding so I knew he was ready. He continued to kiss me, gently insinuating his tongue between my lips to seek out mine. Happily they met and entwined in that lovely sexual dance in our mouths. His hand, meanwhile, had moved to my boobs covered, as they were, in the silk of my brassiere. He cupped them over the silk one after the other, tenderly massaging them causing my nipples to rise. 

I had been sensitive with Guy but I seemed far more so now, the emotion I suppose, so I whispered to him, "Please kiss me there, I want you to." Today he wasn't going to tease, I could tell, so he moved his mouth down to my breasts and, still without removing my bra, began to kiss me and use his tongue to lick the skin.

"Ooohhh," escaped my lips as he continued to pleasure me there. I was on the point of asking him to remove my bra when he reached underneath and unhooked it. Now he had access to my boobs and he began to worship them. His tongue was everywhere, licking my nipples, my areole, and underneath. His mouth sucking on my nipples, hard but not too hard, and on my boobs themselves almost giving me love bites. I was so sensitive now that I was crashing towards my first orgasm as he started to bite my nipples and drag his teeth along them. He was just a bit harder than Guy, and he was just right. I moaned my pleasure, "Oh yes, yes, bite them, bite them please. Squeeze the other one please. Oooohhhhh." I sighed a long drawn out sigh as a lovely orgasm, centred on my boobs and nipples, arrived. He must have felt me shudder because he bit just a little harder at my peak causing a cry to escape my lips.

He looked up quickly, frightened I think, that he had gone too far but he hadn't! "Are you OK Lena. Was it too hard?"

"Oh no," I said breathlessly, "just right. Carry on." I hadn't had enough of this wonderful pleasure and I knew he would keep going for a while before he moved his mouth to my pussy. So back to my boobs he went still kissing, licking, biting and sucking. I was in heaven as he began to move across my tummy, his tongue tickling all the way across, until he came to my knickers. Now French knickers are quite loose so he was able to get his hand underneath easily and begin to tease my clit with his fingers. I was very wet by now what with all the attention to my boobs so I was ready for this. At the same time he started to kiss around the edge of my knickers and to use his tongue to probe underneath. It felt so sexy and by now I was really worked up.

After a while of this he gently pulled my knickers down and opened my legs. I thought he would lick my pussy now but he surprised me by raising my knees and place his solidly erect manhood at the entrance to my vagina.

"I want you Caroline, do you want me?"

I was surprised but I wanted him, wanted him a lot. "Oh yes, take me please." But I was going to 'take him'! Funny isn't it?

So he pushed slowly forward, the head of his penis opening the lips of my vagina before slipping inside halfway. This sent a whoosh through my body. He seemed bigger than usual and it was gorgeous. "Oooohhhhh, that's good, more please," I said staring up into his eyes. He smiled his tender smile and pushed the rest of his cock inside me, filling me completely.

"Oh fuck," was all I could manage as he seemed to stretch me wider than ever before. Then he started to move inside me, back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast: sometimes almost all out, sometimes a tiny bit at a time. He was playing me like a musical instrument. I was moaning in pleasure. A litany of 'yes, yes, yes' falling from my lips as pleasure surged through my body.

"Lena, Lena," I heard him say bringing me back to earth, "look at me Lena." So I opened my eyes and looked into his. He started to cum, I could see it in his eyes. "I love you dearest," he said as he filled me with his essence. This sent me to a new plain of pleasure. I could feel each pulse of his erection as he spurted inside me and each pulse sent a pleasure wave from my vagina around my body. I reached up and pulled him to me. I wanted him to crush me, I wanted to feel his body next to mine, take him completely inside me.

Finally he finished, how many pulses I don't know, but it was wonderful. He lifted himself on his arms, his penis still inside me then he started to move again. He wasn't soft! My eyes widened in disbelief, "Oh God," I said, "you're still hard. Oooohhhhh," because, you see, he had started another orgasm. I'd always imagined this, that he would still be hard after he came and he could bring me to another climax.

Back and forth he gently fucked me, looking down into my eyes and smiling as he watched me in the throws of yet another climax. Finally I came down and he withdrew to lay beside me. I reached down, sure enough he was as hard as when we started.

"How?" I said nodding towards his still erect penis, "you did cum didn't you?"

He smiled, "Yes, I did. It's my special present to you this weekend," he said, "a little blue pill."

"Viagra, you took Viagra?"

"Yes," he said, "I wanted to make sure you didn't go without!"

I was suddenly worried. I'd heard about heart attacks and blood pressure and all that. "Are you sure it's OK?"

"Mmm, I got myself all checked out before we came away. Roger has Ok'd it. Only for today and tomorrow though. Is it a nice present?" he asked finally like a little boy.

I smiled my sexiest smile at him, "Mmm, I'll say. How long will it last?"

"About another hour or so."

Ooohhh, "You can keep going?" He nodded. "Will you cum again?"

"I don't know, I've never used it before. Roger said I might, depends on you I suppose," he added with a big leer on his face.

"I'll see what I can do," I said just as sexily. I knew what I wanted this weekend. You see, even then I suspected that he wouldn't take my bottom once I was properly pregnant. He was always funny like that, never really wanting to do anything other than straight or oral sex while I was pregnant – it was me who did. He always said that he worried about me and the baby. Actually, I did manage to persuade him otherwise but just then I thought he wouldn't.

"I'm going to get my bottom ready for you," I said, "and you can park that gorgeous piece of meat in there for the next hour. We are going to have an afternoon of arsefucking neither of us will ever forget. I don't care if I don't sit down for a week. I want you to bang my bottom in every position we've ever tried and then some." Then I looked at him coyly and pouted, "Is that all right with you?"

He said nothing just kissed me and ushered me into the bathroom with a pat on my bottom and his cock standing proud. I quickly prepared myself for his pleasure, and mine. Two enemas to make sure I was really clean because I knew that I was going to be his anal whore this afternoon. I felt wanton, uninhibited, totally committed to him and his pleasure now. I suppose that the intensity of his lovemaking just now had brought me to this high fever pitch. I was buzzing with excitement as I came out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, his penis sticking up like a flagpole.

I knelt in front of him and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to suck your cock now then you can bugger me. I want to be your anal whore this afternoon, use my bottom as you like, I don't mind."

He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. "I love you," he said, "you can never be a whore for me and you know I'll never use us a I like, only as we both like so don't be silly. You don't need to be like this for me, just be yourself. You know I want you don't you, it's not just the Viagra working down there. God how much I want you."

Slightly chastened by his words but still excited I said, "All right, I won't be your anal whore, I'll be your anal wife. How's that. And I know I'm going to enjoy it as much as you. Now I'm going to suck that lovely stiff flagpole!" So I bent my head and took the end of his penis in my mouth. It was bigger that usual, I could measure his size quite well with my mouth! My tongue probed the tiny hole and I was rewarded with a small amount of pre-cum, just a taste, before I took the whole head into my mouth and sucked.

"Oh shit," he said, "that's good. Just keep sucking and licking. Oh that's marvellous," he added as my hand began to stroke the rest of his cock. "Oh yes, lick it. Marvellous, wonderful." He was much more vocal than usual and he didn't seem to be worried about cumming. I suppose it was nice for him not to have to hold back as he usually did. 

I took his penis out of my mouth, "Is that good?" I asked.

"Oh yes, bloody marvellous. It's great not having to worry about cumming too soon. Just go back and keep doing that, or anything else for that matter." So I concentrated on giving him pleasure with my mouth. It was different and more exciting really, knowing that it didn't matter if he came, he could still go on. He didn't use Viagra often in the future only now and again when I wanted an intense experience or he needed it to keep his women satisfied.

I sucked on his cock head and probed his tiny hole with my tongue, then still stroking his cock, I started to lick it like a lollipop coating it with saliva so I could deep throat. I looked up at him and smiled around his erection before I took it all in my mouth and swallowed. I felt him in my throat, bigger than usual, and it was difficult not to gag but I didn't want to because I knew he would make me stop if I did. I deep throated him for a while then went back to sucking the head of his penis, looking up at him all the time. He says that makes him very hot, looking down at my eyes as I suck his cock. I could feel him tensing now, perhaps a cum was near. Sure enough his hands went to my head and he began to fuck my mouth, back and forth, back and forth. It was heaven, him taking my mouth like this but my back entrance was feeling empty and I wanted him there.

I pulled my mouth from his erection and lifted my head level with his. "How do you want my arse," I said deliberately using harsh language, "how do you want to bugger me?"

He held my head and kissed the mouth that had just left his penis, "I want to cum in your bottom," he said smiling, "and I want to see your face when I do, so on your back for the first round."

I smiled back at him, licked my lips sexily, and poked my tongue out at him, "Anything you say," I said, "just park that meat in my backside and stretch me!"

He almost growled as he lifted me and laid me down on the bed. He wasn't that uncontrolled however, he never got like that again in all our life together, so I wasn't frightened of him. His eyes devoured my body as he placed some pillows under my bottom to raise it up. Then he knelt between my legs and hooked his arms under my knees to raise my legs right up exposing all of my sex and my tiny rosebud, a rose he was going to split!

"Put on the lube," he said hoarsely and I reached for the tube and massaged some on to his cock. "Do yourself," he said,

"Already done."

He smiled, leaned forward, kissed me and whispered, "Ready then?"

"Oh yes, fill me with that lovely stiff tool."

So he did. Placing the head at my anus he pushed gently forward. I let him in and closed my eyes as the pleasure of his entrance past my sphincter increased. I felt it being forced apart then his penis expanding the narrow tube of my rectum, causing the nerves to send thrills of excitement across my body. He WAS bigger today and I enjoyed every millimetre of the extra size as he slid into my back passage filling me with his hot manhood. He was slow, as if he wanted to savour the feeling of filling me like this, I wasn't about to complain, it was marvellous and I revelled in the feeling of fullness as his thighs met mine. At that moment I looked forward to all the other positions where he would get even deeper inside my private tunnel of love.




Caroline Ch. 11.03



Fully inside now he began to pump backwards and forwards, slowly at first then faster and faster until I heard him calling my name, "Caroline, Caroline, look at me as I cum."

I opened my eyes and felt him begin to pulse his wonderful fluid into me. Each pulse expanded my rectum and anus a tiny bit more as he shot forth his liquid. There didn't seem to be much of it but there were a lot of pulses causing an exquisite orgasm for me that seemed to match each pulse of his, almost as if I was cumming like a man.

Then he was finished but still hard and still moving in my bottom. Oh heaven, I'd always dreamed of this, him being hard in there after he came.

"Oh, that is good," I said, "keep fucking my arse like that. Oh yes, yes," I shouted as another climax arrived. He was taking long firm strokes now, nearly right out of my anus before driving back in. He leant forward and kissed my boobs, stretching my anus even more as his cock pulled upwards in my rectum.

"Oh fuck, yes," I said as I reached down to grab his bottom cheeks to pull him even deeper inside me as my climax continued to crash across my body. I don't know how long that lasted, it seemed forever but after a while the pleasure receded. He must have felt me cool down a bit because then he stopped moving in me and withdrew his still erect penis and rolled to the side. 

He looked down on me, "Well," he said smiling, "good?"

"Oh heck yes. I've always dreamed of you staying hard inside me after you cum and that you kept on fucking me. It was good. Did you have a good one?"

"It was a bit strange but it was nice to be able to carry on afterwards and to see your face change."

"Kiss me then we can start again," I said licking my lips suggestively, "we've got loads of positions to try yet," and I reached up to pull his lips to mine. He held me tightly, hands stroking my bottom as I turned to face him. Pulling gently away I lay face down on the bed, "My choice," I said, "I want it like this. Do you mind?"

"Sweet Jesus, no but let me look at you for a moment and kiss you there."

"Oh yes please, please do that!" I said as I looked back up at him.

I felt the bed move as he changed his position then his hands began to stroke my back from shoulder to thigh. He seemed to revel in the sight before his eyes, that position he finds so attractive and enticing. He didn't open my legs just knelt at the side and continued to stroke and gently massage my back and my bottom cheeks before he bent his head and said, "You are beautiful my beloved, so beautiful."

Wasn't he marvellous. Even at the height of fairly naughty sexual games he could think to say this to me. It made me feel so good. "Will you kiss me there now please. I love you," I said softly.

His reply was to softly kiss my shoulder, my back and my bottom. Planting kisses all over my cheeks before parting the valley of pleasure between. He'd been inside me there for quite a while already so I knew I would be a little loose there and his cum was still inside me so I wondered whether he would use his tongue there. I suppose that, by now, I should have known him better because after prising my cheeks apart I felt his tongue begin to lick all down the valley across my anus then back three or four times. Then I felt his tongue inside me, licking past my anus and to the terribly sensitive walls of my back passage.

"Oh God, yes, do that, oh please, oh dear, oooohhhhh," I managed to say. It wasn't really an orgasm just a surge of twofold pleasure. One, the effect of his tongue inside the rim of my anus and two, the idea that he would do that for my pleasure. After a few moments of this intense rimming I whispered to him, "Put it back in now, please. Fill me again." I wanted it you see, wanted his erect maleness deep inside me, to remember what it felt like to be stretched along the length of my rectum, my anus clinging to the base of his cock where it was widest.

So he opened my legs and climbed between, he didn't bring me up to a kneeling position and I knew he was going to take me flat down. I learnt later that this was his absolute favourite anal position, even more than standing. He said that the sight of a female bottom, especially one as provocatively enticing as mine, (ooohhh lovely) like this was almost enough to make him cum without doing anything else. That was why he didn't do it this way very often. He found it almost impossible to control his orgasm, but that didn't matter now did it! Of course the effect of opening my legs actually pushed my bottom cheeks together, try it yourself and see! That's what it does. So he leant forward and parted them with his fingers to expose the valley and tunnel of love in between. Next I felt the head of his erection at the entrance to my rear pleasure cave and the gentle pressure as he pleaded for entry.

"Mmm," I mumbled, "mmmmmmmm, put it in, please," I managed to say.

He pushed forward and he slid easily into my well lubricated arsehole. I thought of it like that, my arsehole. Rude and crude I know, but that's how I felt then. He was buggering my arse, sodomising me. Oh I felt so wanton at that moment, reckless, wilful, as he pushed deep inside me and began to move, to fuck my arse.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," was all I was able to say as he moved back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes almost all out, sometimes only short quick strokes. Then he started to move a little sideways as he thrust forwards, oh shit that was good. His cock was hitting the walls of my rectum harder, stimulating the nerves and starting a fire in my belly that soon encompassed my whole body. I think I screamed, I'm not sure. This was my fourth major cum of the afternoon and I was losing it. These weren't tiny little flutters but great big climax's that rocked my body and, of course, he didn't stop fucking me while I was cumming which made them even more intense than usual. I don't think he came that time anyway but he did keep on moving in me right through my orgasm. It was a truly fantastic feeling and I was wondering how many more I could handle this afternoon!

As my orgasm diminished he leant forward and whispered in my ear, "Close your legs," and he raised himself up so I could manage it with his cock still trapped in my rear; less tight now! This brought a long drawn out "Aaaaggghhhh," from Mike as my rectum and anus closed even tighter on his penis. "God Caroline, that feels fantastic." I thought it did too but this was too intense, I needed a rest.

"Mike, Mike," I said, "can we rest for a moment, please," I almost pleaded. So much for being an anal whore!

He withdrew straight away and lay beside me, "I haven't hurt you have I?" he said showing his powerful concern for me.

I turned to face him and pulled his lips to mine. "I just need to rest a while," I said smiling. "No you haven't hurt me, I want some more in a few minutes time. It's just that the feelings are so intense and moving that I need to catch my breath. I've never had you moving so much inside me after I've cum, it's fantastic but, boy, does it blow my mind."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yes, it's good and, in a minute I'm going to sit on your cock like Jo did before. After that I'll put a pair of high heeled shoes on and you can take me standing up." I pouted at him, "Would you like to do that?"

His response was to hold me tight as his passion for me overtook him. "Oh how much I love you, how much I want you, and how much I need you. You make me young, you give me life. Oh sweetheart how much I love you!"

He was almost in tears with the passion of the moment. I must admit I was too. He was that kind of man you see. All that he had been through with Gianna had made him able to release his emotions, not bottle them up, and that's what made him such a wonderful man. So here we were, naked and involved in the crudest of sexual antics and he was passionately telling my how much he loved me, not, I hasten to add, how much he loved screwing me. Although I knew he loved that as well! 

We held each other tightly for a while until I became aware that we were on borrowed time, as it were, because when he lost his erection it wouldn't come back for a while, a fair while either. So I reached down to check and found him still hard.

"Ready for another round?" I whispered.

"Hell, yes," and he held his still hard penis upright, "you can sit on this if you want, fill your arse with it." With this he got up and sat on the tiny sofa in the bedroom with his legs apart.

"Come her you sexy madam and park you bottom in front of me." Remembering what Jo had told me I pulled a chair across with me and stood in front of him facing away.

"Lean forward," he said throatily. I did and he began to lick my bottom again. After all his attention my anus was quite loose and he was able to get almost all his tongue inside, what a feeling as his tongue worked on my anus and rectum.

"Oh fuck," Mike, "I want to sit on it, please."

He pulled away and said, "Lean back then, put it to your arsehole. God I want to bugger you." He was obviously getting very hot again. I leant back and he took my weight as I reached between my legs and placed the head of his cock and my anus. It felt marvellous. Taking just the head inside I gripped him just below as I took my weight on the chair. Now I was ready. Slowly I sank backwards. It was just like Jo had said, bloody marvellous. I stopped with him halfway, I think, and squeezed.

"Oh fuck Lena, Lena, Lena. Oh God. That's marvellous."

Well it was and I was having trouble breathing now as the size of him banished the air from my lungs. I took a breather and stilled for a moment before I began breathing deeply again. A full blown anal orgasm was on the way as I sank back a little further, held for a moment, then went right back.

"Oooohhhhh fucking hell," was all I heard form Mike, not that I could have made out much else because I was getting such a rush. Pleasure seemed to encompass my whole body making my fingers and toes tingle and my legs almost give way so that all my weight fell on him. That seemed to push him even deeper inside and prolong all the feelings. My orgasm lasted quite a while and as I came down I could still feel him in there. I didn't know whether he came.

"Did you cum,"

"Oh shit yes. This is a fantastic position Lena. The view from back here is unbelievable."

With him still buried inside me I turned my head, licked my lips sexily and said, "Standing?"

"You bet," he said as I climbed off him.

I walked to the bed and found my wedding shoes. Putting them on I turned to face him as he raised himself from the sofa. "Do you want me to put on some suspenders and stockings," I asked him licking my lips sexily.

"Mmm, I'd like that," he said, "but I don't think there's enough time. Anyway, you're so beautiful and sexy like that that you don't need anything else." So saying he came over and held me tightly. "Come on," he said, "into the lounge."

This was a surprise, he'd never done this before, but as we got there and he began to position me I realised how good this was going to be. There was a great bit settee in the lounge with a back that was as high as my hips. He positioned me leaning forward over this with my legs about 18 inches apart. The effect was to almost lift my feet off the floor and thrust my bottom out at him. The position matched my mood, it felt very wanton and abandoned to be presented for anal sex like this.

He knelt behind me and again used his tongue to lick along the valley of my bottom, pulling the cheeks apart to allow access. His tongue pushed past my now loose anus and probed the walls of my rectum. This started another fantastic orgasm and I turned and said, "Oh please put it in again, I want to feel you deep inside me. Please bugger me." 

Well that was enough for him as I felt his cockhead again knocking at my back door. Not much resistance now, not that I wanted to resist, I was gaping quite a bit is suppose. He had spent the best part of an hour buried in my bottom so I was loose now. He pushed tenderly forward sliding in easily until he was buried to the hilt, balls deep inside my back passage. This was the deepest he had been and it was heavenly, filling me completely and building further the orgasm that started when he was licking me. I sensed that he was going to cum again this way, I knew he liked it very much, so I turned me head to smile at him, "Oh yes, that is good. Keep buggering me. Harder, deeper, faster, please." And he was. Long firm strokes that withdrew his erection almost out of my rectum before he plunged back in. I was trying to thrust my bottom back at him as he buried himself in me but he his hands came down and held my buttocks firmly.

My climax was building to it's final crescendo, warmth spilling from my anus and rectum as my anal orgasm finally hit me. This was stronger and longer than any of the others. I think I passed out for a few moments as I screamed in pleasure. I heard him let out a long "Aaaagggghhh, Caroline," as he moved even faster inside me then pulled me on to his penis as he started to pulse, his cock swelling with each charge. As before, I didn't feel very much of his cum juice but the pulsing seemed to go on for ages. Still he didn't soften and he kept on fucking my anus right through his cum and my climax.

Finally it was too much, too much for us both I think, and he withdrew. He pulled me upwards gently and held me tight, kissing my neck and ears. "I think that's about it," he said, "the flesh has weakened but the spirit would go on for ever just making love to you."

"That was lovely," I said, "I had five marvellous cums, much better that usual. It was a nice present." I pulled away from him and looked down at his now softening penis. "Shall I suck it for you?"

He smiled softly at me, "No," he said, "you don't have to do that. I'm glad you liked my present." His smile broadened, "I do have one for tomorrow."

"What about tonight?" I said. I'm afraid I was a bit of a glutton really but I wanted him so, so much.

He looked sad, "No," he said, "Roger said I need to wait a day between taking them otherwise it could be dodgy. Anyway, I'm absolutely knackered now, starving hungry and you need a rest too." He looked concerned, "I don't want to hurt you, you know that don't you?"

"Mmm," I said cuddling him again, "I don't want you to take anything if it's dangerous. We'll wait until tomorrow and have another afternoon of sex shall we?"

He laughed, "That sounds good to me. Come on let's have a bath together and get ready for dinner. I am starving."

I smiled coyly at him, "I can't think why," I said, "all you've done this afternoon is lay about!"

He laughed, "Come on minx," he said as he picked me up, "to bath." Oh how I loved him then as I rested my head on his shoulder. So we ran a lovely deep bath and turned on the bubbles, enjoying the invigorating feeling of the water on our bodies.

I chose a lovely dress for dinner that evening, Dior and very expensive, and I wore all the jewellery he had bought for me. Just before we went down he gave me a small box saying, "This is another present for you, I hope you like it."

I opened the box. It was a choker necklace, and what a necklace. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies and amethysts. It must have cost a small fortune.

"Oh Mike, it's lovely, lovely."

"Put it on," he said, "I've been looking forward to seeing you wear this."

I looked at it closely and I could see that the precious stones other than the diamonds actually spelled out 'Caroline'. Not in an obvious way so as to be crass, but subtly so that you had to know to find it.

"Do it up for me."

Then I looked in the mirror. "Oh it's gorgeous, gorgeous." It made me look so pretty. I hadn't thought of myself as pretty but now I did.

"God you look lovely," he said and I believed him.

We were quite late going down to dinner so the dining room was full when we arrived. I was a bit concerned about finding a table but I needn't have worried, Nardo had arranged everything and ours was booked. As we walked across the room I could feel eyes upon me. It made me feel sexy because I knew the men wanted me.

He smiled and whispered, "Eighty percent of the men here want you," he said, "and 100 percent of the women know what you were doing all afternoon. You look radiant." Well, he meant 'well fucked' really! It's such a wonderful feeling to be dressed up in fantastic clothes and jewellery, and I did feel 'radiant' too. Well I had been hadn't I? So I felt good about myself.

We sat at our table and had our very own waiter who looked after us all evening. We had a marvellous meal with loads of really good wine and it was quite late when we left. Mike gave an enormous tip and we made our way to the lounge where a pianist was playing. Again we had a table set aside for us and we sat and listened and drank. It's so nice to be able to do this, have a nice meal and plenty to drink without thinking about sex afterwards. Quite often in our married life we had sex in the afternoon, well any time of day really. He always said that you shouldn't get into a routine of 'bed means sex'. Anyway, when you've got kids you have to be flexible!

We spent the rest of the evening in the lounge where Nardo had booked us a table as well so no messing about. The waiters were very attentive and, I must admit, I did flirt with them but Mike knew is was just messing about, so did they I think, but it was fun. Again he left an enormous tip for the head waiter and we went to bed about 1 o'clock snuggled up into each others arms.

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Caroline Ch. 11.04



 (Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

The chapter was influenced by a gorgeous young woman found on the internet. One of the longer chapters and just another reminder – this is FANTASY.

Caroline's Tale

The Honeymoon – Day 2, AMY

As soon as I woke in the morning I realised he wasn't there and I had a moment of panic, had I been dreaming? But no, he was standing at the bedside looking down at me.

"Come on sleepy head, time to get up. Breakfast will arrive in about 25 minutes so you can shower if you want."

I pouted up at him, "Not till I've had a kiss," I said. So he bent his head and kissed me tenderly.

After my shower I dressed just in my silk robe, like him, to await breakfast. "You ordered it sent up," I said.

"Mmm, I couldn't be bothered to get dressed and go down. Is that OK?"

"Oh yes, saves a lot of bother. Come and cuddle me for a minute then, before it comes." So he did and, after a while, there was a knock on the door. He went to open it and revealed a young woman dressed in a sort of maidservant's uniform standing at the door.

"I've got your breakfast sir," she said to Mike who was, frankly, staring at her. I wasn't surprised because I was too. She was GORGEOUS. About 5' 5" in height, her face had a slightly Asian appearance. Her hair was a very dark brown, almost black in colour and framed a truly lovely face, perfectly proportioned, with large brown almond eyes. She was slim, slimmer than Jo and me but her figure was perfectly in proportion with especially lovely hips. I looked from her to Mike and smiled. He smiled back, I think we both knew what the other was thinking. This left a moment of silence, filled by her asking, "May I come in?"

He smiled at her, "Of course dear, come on in."

She wheeled the breakfast trolley past him and his eyes followed her into the room. I could see him taking in her shape as she walked past then she turned and I saw what he was looking at. Her bottom was fantastic. I smiled to myself as I looked at his eyes drinking in her beauty, then he noticed me looking at him and smiled wanly at me and shrugged his shoulders in apology. I smiled back at him, not really bothered. He was a man wasn't he and I expected him to look at other women, he wouldn't be normal if he didn't, and she was certainly worth looking at, but he could only touch if I said so!

She turned to me with a smile, "Where would you like this served madam, on the table or left on the trolley?"

"On the table please." We had a lovely table on the other side of the room especially for eating in the room I suppose. So she turned away from me and I was able to see what he found so captivating. I must admit I could understand his interest, I was interested myself! She wheeled the trolley over to the table and began to unload the breakfast things, enough for an army I thought, but I suppose you get what you pay for in a hotel like this.

I walked over to her, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what's an English girl like you doing in an Italian hotel?"

"No, it's all right," she said, "I'm at university here in my last degree year," she added somewhat sadly as she looked away.

"That's nice," I said making conversation, "you just work here weekends then?"

"Mmm, and some evenings," she replied as she continued to work. I sat back down and looked at Mike who was feasting his eyes on this beautiful young woman. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded in reply, I certainly did fancy her. 

By now she'd finished unloading the trolley and she turned to Mike and said, "The hot food is in the heated compartments on the trolley sir. It's all set out. Is there anything else I can do for you sir?" she asked in perfect innocence.

He looked at her with those eyes of his and hesitated just long enough to suggest that there was certainly something else she could do for him. She blushed slightly and looked away. She knew full well what he was thinking. Then she looked back at him boldly, "In respect of your breakfast sir?" she said smiling. She liked his interest I think.

He laughed, "No, thank you very much. By the way, what is your name?"

"Amy sir," she said boldly before turning to me and saying, "anything for you madam?"

Well I felt the same as Mike. There certainly was something she could do for me but I didn't think I could suggest it! I don't often feel the hots for another woman (other than Joanna and Maria that is) but she was certainly pushing all my buttons so there was also some delay in my response. In my case she didn't look away, just held my eyes and gave a little smile. She knew what I was thinking too!

"No thank you Amy, that's fine."

"Thank you sir, madam. If you phone the number on the trolley when you've finished I'll come and pick it up."

"Thank you Amy we'll both look forward to that," he said quietly. She made a small curtsey and left the room.

"Well," I said smiling at him, "the old masculine juices were certainly flowing there weren't they?"

He sat next to me quite upset really. "I'm sorry Lena but god wasn't she lovely?"

I laughed, "Yes, she was and I fancied her as well. I think she must have some oriental blood, don't you."

"Yes," he said, "Japanese I should think. What an exquisite young woman but hey, you're here and no woman can compare with you." He put his arms round me and kissed me sorry.

"I don't mind you looking," I said. How could I mind when he said things like that? "You don't mind men looking at me and it's the same thing really. Just don't go with them unless I say so," I added in mock seriousness.

"Why would I want to," he said smiling tenderly, "when I've got you. 'Hamburgers', remember."

I laughed and kissed him, "Come on let's eat."

It was a lovely breakfast, loads of different things to try. A combination of continental and English. We did tuck in. As I was eating I was thinking. I had an idea. He hadn't noticed but while Amy was unloading the breakfast things I saw her looking at Mike with some degree of interest. You see, he didn't know it at that time, but he was a fine figure of a man. He was 56 but he looked ten or fifteen years younger and he had the same sort of presence as Bernardo only more so really because he seemed so calm and controlled: sure of himself without being conceited. I knew that women of my age were attracted to him, I suppose for the same reasons I was. He was a sort of father figure, he was handsome, he was kind and polite, and as far as many were concerned, he was rich, so it wasn't surprising really that she showed interest in him. Knowing him as I do he probably didn't notice. He never thought he was attractive to women, considering himself too old. She noticed me looking at her once and blushed so I guessed she wasn't thinking platonic thoughts. If she'd had to put up with the fumbling advances of boys then she, like me, would be interested in a real man. Of course, she knew we were married I'm sure, and that meant he was satisfying a fairly pretty young woman as well. That would also kindle her interest.

OK, I thought, he'd got me a present we'd both enjoyed, perhaps I could get one for him! 

We finished the meal and he said, "I'll phone down shall I, if you've finished?"

"No hold on a minute I want to talk to you. You did fancy her didn't you?"

"Who?" he said smiling.

I dug him in the ribs, "Amy you fool."

He looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry," he said, "I won't lie to you. Yes I did, she is very lovely. I'm sorry Lena, have I upset you, I wouldn't want to do that?"

"Don't be silly, of course not. I told you, I don't mind you looking but you only touch if I say so. Look, I fancy her as well."

He smiled, "I thought you did. You were smouldering when you looked at her."

I laughed, "We smouldered together then. Look, shall I try and get her for you?" I asked him archly.

He looked shocked, "Did I hear that right?" he said.

"Yes, shall I try and get her to come up this afternoon and join us?"

"Oh Lena, that's a difficult question. I'm sort of damned if I do and damned if I don't. Look, I fancied her but I had no thought of doing anything about it. You must believe that. It's our wedding weekend and I love you," he said looking into my eyes.

"Oh silly, I know that," I said and pecked his cheek. "I just want to know whether you want me to get her for you. Well and for me as well." I laughed, "It might give my bottom a bit of a rest!"

"Minx," he said, "look I can't lie to you, yes I would like to make love to her but I don't know her or anything about her. Lena you know what I'm like."

Yes I did and he would have to have some time to get to know her, and to know that she wanted to be with us freely. That's how he was. "Look, she may not finish work or anything so I don't know yet. You'll have all afternoon to get to know her anyway, and I wouldn't want her to come if she didn't really want to, and," I said looking at him suggestively, "knew just what she was letting herself into."

He kissed me, "You're the boss this weekend so, if you want to, yes."

"Good," I said, "it will be my present to you! Now off you go into the bedroom and don't come out till I tell you, OK?"

"Yes 'oh mistress mine', I am yours to command," he laughed as he left the room.

I phoned down and five minutes later opened the door to Amy. "Hello Amy," I said, "come on in. Have you got time for a chat?"

She looked nervous, "We l l l l l."

"Oh come on, just say we kept you talking."

"OK," she said as I led her over to the settee.

"You're very pretty," I said smiling at her and beginning my seduction.

"Thank you," she said smiling back.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four." Twenty bloody four. She was three years older than me yet she seemed younger, much younger. Naïve I suppose, inexperienced compared to me.

"I saw you looking at my husband. What did you think of him. He's very handsome isn't he?" She looked away, embarrassed I assume, knowing I had spotted her looking at him. "Oh don't worry, I'm used to young women fancying him. He's a very attractive man."

"Yes he is," she said softly.

"You like him?"

"I think so. He seems very kind, thoughtful; very polite. I haven't met anyone like that. Most men in the hotel are rude and arrogant, particularly Italian men," she said with some vehemence.

I smiled, "Yes I've noticed that. He is very kind." Time to bite the bullet. "What time do you finish Amy?"

"About half past two today," she said almost as if she didn't want to finish. I thought that strange. I detected a little something in her voice, fear? I didn't know then.

"We're staying in this afternoon," I said pointedly, fixing her with my eyes, "would you like to join us."

She didn't look shocked at this, surprised I suppose, but it didn't seem to shock her. Then she looked scared. "No, no, I can't," she said quickly, "I can't."

"You can't?" I said.

"Oh I think I might if I could," she said quickly but then looking away from me added, "but I can't." I thought I detected a little sob as she faced away from me so I reached over and turned her head back to face me. There was a small tear.

"What is it Amy. Why are you frightened. You don't have to be frightened of me or my husband."

She looked a bit like a startled rabbit, her lovely almond eyes wide open on the edge of tears. "I just can't," she said.

Well, you know me, there was mystery here and a young woman who was frightened. I wasn't about to let this one go. I took her hands and fixed my eyes on hers. "Look," I said firmly, "you have nothing to fear here. My husband won't let anything happen to you if I say so. You're frightened aren't you. I don't know what of, but I can see that something is frightening you and it isn't the thought of coming here this afternoon. You can tell me."

She looked at me and made a decision. Tears began to fall from her eyes and she hugged me close. "I'm sorry," she said, "I shouldn't burden you with my troubles, especially on this weekend."

I smiled at her, "It doesn't matter, this weekend or any other, I love him, he loves me. Nothing can change that. Just tell me what's wrong and we'll see what we can do."

So she told me her story.

To set the scene for her situation she told me that her mother was half Japanese, her grandfather was a Japanese businessman who was stranded in England when the war started. He already had a relationship with her grandmother and they married in the fifties. Her mother was their only child. She married an Englishman who left her shortly after Amy was born, never to be seen again. Her mother had struggled to bring her up and luckily, because she was fluent in Japanese, was always able to get good jobs in the City. She'd managed to put money away for Amy to go to university and now Amy was in the last year of her degree in Italian Art and Architecture. That year taking place at a university in Bologna. 

After five months in Italy her mother had fallen ill in America with a heart problem and had had to use the money put aside for Amy to pay medical bills and to get home so now Amy had no money, well at least until some insurance money turned up. Her mother wanted her to try to finish the degree so did she, taking a couple of jobs however she always seemed to run up against men who wanted her sexually and was forced to leave. Finally she ended up at the hotel. The manager of the household staff seemed to be such a nice man, gay she thought, so he never propositioned her and she was getting on quite well but she was behind with her rent and her tuition fees so she asked for an advance on her salary. He said he couldn't give her one but would lend her the money. Naively she accepted his offer.

"How much did you borrow," I asked at this point.

"€2,500. Oh madam," 

"Call me Lena, everyone does. Carry on."

"I had to pay something off my rent and the tuition fees were due. I had to have the money so I took it. That was last week. It was all right for a few days then on Friday my landlord said he wanted all the back rent or he would throw me out, unless I went with him," she was embarrassed, "you know, sex."

I took a deep breath, anger building in me.

"I don't know what it is but Italian men seem to like girls with an oriental background and he was really pushy. I didn't know what to do. Then yesterday the manager said that last night he had a friend staying at the hotel who was a bit lonely, could I go and keep him company. Oh, I was naïve, I said what did he mean. Sleep with him, please him, he said. No I can't do that, I said. But then he pointed out that the petty cash in the office was short €2,500 and he would have to call the police. Oh Lena, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be a whore. Oh I've been with men, I had a relationship for a while but I'm not like that, not a call girl to be used but what could I do. I went to the room and the man started pawing me. I couldn't stand it and ran away.

"Good," I said, "I'm glad you didn't do anything." I was really angry now at how she was being used.

"But it hasn't stopped. My manager was really angry this morning. He said that if I didn't go with his two friends this afternoon he would call the police straight away. So, when I finish I have to go to this room for these two men, friends he says, but I think they are paying him. I don't want to go but what can I do?" she cried into my arms.

"Well," I said, "you certainly can't go there. Two men are enough trouble when you're enjoying it, it must be hell if you aren't."

She looked shocked now, "You've had two men at once?"

I smiled, "Mmm," I said recalling the memory, "yes, I have. Right let me ask you a question. It doesn't matter what you answer, we'll help you. I know that. When I tell my husband he'll sort it out, he's like that but I want to ask you that question again. Would you like to spend the afternoon with us?"

She thought for just a moment, "Yes," she said, "yes I would. I think you are nice people. I sensed that in your man."

"Amy," I said seriously, "you know what I'm suggesting don't you? Sex with him and with me."

She nodded, "Yes, I know that. I think it will be different with you and I want to do it," she smiled a sexy smile, "he's very sexy," she said, "so are you!"

I laughed, "Thanks. Amy he's very demanding."

"What do you mean?"

"No holes unfilled," I said smiling at her.

"You mean, back there as well?"

I nodded, "Have you done that?"

"Only a couple of times. It was a bit of a nothing really. Once a mistake," she laughed, "you know, bad aim." I laughed with her. "Then my fella wanted to try it but it didn't go too well."

"Were you prepared?"

"What?"

"Oh it doesn't matter. If you decide to come up I'll explain then. Do you still want to risk it?" I asked smiling.

"I think I do," she said happier now.

"Right let's get Mike, that's my husband by the way. He won't mind you calling him that."

I called Mike from the bedroom and told him Amy's story. I could see him getting angrier and angrier as it unfolded. He was fuming and Amy was getting frightened of him I thought so I stopped and said to her, "You look worried, don't be frightened of him." Then I turned to Mike, "Mike, you're frightening Amy. She thinks you're angry with her."

He smiled at her in that way and caressed her cheek tenderly. "You don't have to be frightened of me," he said softly then, "carry on Lena."

So I finished the story. "Bastard," he said, "bloody bastard. Lena I'm glad you managed to find this out." Then to Amy. "Amy, I'm certain I can get you another job, a live-in job. You said you were studying Italian Art and Architecture, any particular time frame?"

"Mmm," she said, "17th and 18th century."

"Oh, that's even better. You two hang on here, I'll just make a phone call," and off he went to the bedroom. We chatted away and I helped her load the trolley although she kept stopping me saying it was her job. I laughed, I didn't mind.

After about five minutes Mike came back. "It's all arranged if you agree Amy. You'll be cataloguing my partner's collection and writing a description of his house. You can live there as well. It is a bit outside the city but he'll make sure you get in to University OK."

She seemed a bit puzzled, looking back and forth between us.

"His partner is Bernardo . . . . . . . and he lives at the Villa Argento. You've probably heard of it," I said.

He mouth opened in an 'O' of surprise. "Bernardo . . . . . . . Oh dear, I can't work for him can I? He's one of the most important men in Bologna. Even I've heard of him." The she realised and her eyes opened wide, "And you are his partner?"

He smiled, "For my sins, yes. And you can work for him. He's been looking for somebody to catalogue his collection for ages but all he finds are dull academics. He will love you." He laughed, "Oh, you might have to fight him off but his wife keeps a pretty tight rein on him and he would never press if you didn't want him too. Anyway, that's just by way a slight warning. Look, they are a lovely family and you will live as one with them." Turning to me he said, "I've spoken to Nardo and Sally, Lena. I think it will work, do you?"

"Oh Amy, you'll love them. Mike is Nardo's sort of uncle as well as his partner and you'd be under his protection. Oh please say yes. It will be all right, honestly."

"Oh," she said, "it's not that. I'm so surprised. I'd love to go there. It's the sort of job I've dreamed of. I just can't believe this is happening." She looked at Mike, "I don't understand why you are doing this," then at me. "I wanted to join you anyway," she said looking at me.




Caroline Ch. 11.04



"I know," I said. "He's doing it because he is a kind man and because he doesn't like women to be abused by men and you are being abused aren't you. If you stay you'll end up as a hotel call girl and he doesn't want that for you: even if you didn't want to join us."

"I don't know what to say. Yes, of course I want the job and somewhere decent to live. I've only got one room now and it's a dump but it's all I could afford." I smiled and hugged her.

"Now," said Mike taking control again, "how much money are we talking about here." She looked away, embarrassed at having to admit the need. She was a proud lady was Amy and she didn't like being in this position. "Look," Mike said softly, "don't worry. It's only money and, if it makes you feel better, you can pay it back out of your salary from Nardo. I don't mind really. We have to sort the money out otherwise this guy here has still got you under his thumb."

She looked at me and I nodded, then she looked at him saying, "Oh thank you. I'm so embarrassed. It's €2500 for the manager and I owe my landlord about €800. I don't need to pay any more tuition fees for three months but then it's €2500."

"OK," said Mike. "You need about €5000 to pay everything straight away and to leave you some spending money. Does that sound enough Lena? We can sort out the tuition and university fees later."

I looked at Amy, "Will that be OK?"

"Oh yes, miles." She started to cry, "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. I'm so lucky you found me. I was so frightened. I didn't know what they'd do to me." 

I cuddled her and stroked her hair, "There, there," I said stroking her hair. She was older than me but was treating me like her mum or her big sister. My how I'd grown. She continued to sob gently on my shoulder and then, as her worries receded, she calmed down. She looked around at the trolley. "Oh heck," she said, "I'll get in terrible trouble."

Mike laughed, "I shouldn't worry about that, you'll be packing up this afternoon. Here's what we'll do. Lena and I will have to go out in a minute to get some cash to sort this out. I'll phone your boss and apologise for keeping you talking so that should be OK. We'll have lunch up here at 1:30 so make sure you bring it up to us. When you've unloaded I'll come back down with you and watch you repay the money to him. We'll make sure to do it in front of some other staff members then I'll have a quiet personal word with him just so he won't bother you again. This evening we'll go out to dinner, I'll phone Nardo and get him to book a decent place," he said to me.

"Oh," said Amy, "Errrm, I don't have any errr clothes to wear to a decent place."

"Oh you poor thing." I looked her up and down. "I reckon I've should have something in there that will fit you. Mike, we'll have to get Amy some decent clothes."

"Mmm, why don't you get Sally and Jo to take Amy out next week. She can help with the wedding preparations." Amy looked puzzled so I quickly explained about Jo and Guy getting married.

"That sounds good, OK Amy?" She looked embarrassed again. "Amy, you don't have to worry about cash, understand." I laughed, "Mike and Nardo have more than enough and they don't mind spending it. Especially to make the women around them look nice, so don't worry!"

She smiled, a lovely open smile that lit her face, "Thank you, I haven't been able to buy any clothes for years," she said, "where will we go?"

"Oh, Armani, Dior, Blumarine, those sorts of shops," I said casually.

Her mouth dropped open. "Stop teasing her," Mike said laughing, then to Amy, "she means it you know. You'll enjoy yourself immensely, so will Sally and Jo if I know them."

I think that now Amy began to realise that we weren't kidding her, this really was true. I suppose it must have been strange for her to suddenly fall in with us and have all her troubles washed away. Probably it had only just begun to sink in.

He smiled gently at her. "I suppose it is all a bit of a shock, coming so quickly but don't worry, everything will be all right. Of that you can be sure," he said in his firm and confident voice. 

She looked at me, then at him, then she leant over and kissed his cheek, "Thank you, thank you so much. I really don't know what to say or how to thank you," she said again looking at us both.

"Say nothing," I said, "you don't need to. Now you'd better get those things back down stairs. Will you phone Mike?"

So off she went with her trolley while Mike and I got dressed. "Well," I said to him, "that was an affair wasn't it?"

He smiled, "I'm glad you probed Lena, we might not have found out otherwise." Then he was suddenly stern, "I'm going to give her manager a bit of a fright. What a bastard selling her like that. She is lovely though, I'm not surprised that she keeps getting propositioned. She's English and has that oriental look. Most Italian men will find that almost irresistible mind, most men would I think," he ended smiling.

"You like her then?" I asked coyly.

He smiled and kissed me, "Yes I do. She is exquisite with an absolutely lovely bottom."

"So you like my present do you?"

"If she comes, I will but she may not you know. She might get cold feet and you did say that our help wasn't conditional on her coming this afternoon didn't you?"

I laughed, "I know you too well by now. I know you wouldn't be happy if you thought we were 'buying her' with our help so I made sure of that. I asked her beforehand and she said she wanted to come. I think she will." Then I looked at him obliquely, "She fancies you, you know."

"Fancies me? No she can't do." He looked at me, "I reckon she fancies you, that's why she's coming."

I smiled and stroked his cheek, "You silly man. You are very attractive, especially to girls about my age. Look, you are an experienced man, good looking, confident, kind, considerate. She sees all that. You are also rich, or at least, well off. She sees that as well. You don't look your age you know. You could pass easily for the early forties and you have a young wife."

He laughed, "I reckon you are what keeps me young," he said sweeping me in his arms and kissing me like he meant it.

"Ooohhh, stop it," I laughed pulling away from him, "any more and I won't wait until this afternoon. I don't want you to get carried away," I said poking him, "but you are an attractive man and," I said seriously, "remember that Amy didn't know a father, just like me, so she is bound to be attracted to you. I spotted her looking at you earlier when you weren't looking and she wasn't thinking about breakfast then so I think she will come." I turned to him and held his face, "You mustn't worry you know, I don't mind you having her. Having her every way you want, she'll be ready but I don't think she's very experienced."

He was serious now as he held me to him, "Lena, Lena, how I love you. I don't want to forget you in loving her," he said, "keep kissing me won't you. I'm sorry but she is so lovely that, oh you know, once, er, er. . . "

"I know," I said laughing at his discomfiture, "once you get started with her you'll get carried away."

"Mmm," he said smiling, "not too much but it is unexplored territory after all."

"For us both," I said laughing. "Come on, let's get out." So we got dressed and out we went to get the money for Amy. It didn't take long, just as well really, we didn't have much time. I didn't realise how quickly the morning had gone. Well, we got back in time for lunch and were waiting when Amy knocked on the door. Mike opened it and she smiled a big smile at us both.

"He didn't tell me off at all," she said. "He said you were very important and had to be treated well," Then she added conspirationally, "He said you might want a little bit of company tonight after I'd finished with his 'friends'. I nearly laughed." She was relaxed now, happy in the knowledge that everything was going to be sorted out. Her open character shone through and for the first time I saw her smile freely. Mike wasn't laughing however, I could see he was furious.

"He did, did he. I can see I'm going to have to have a strong word with this pillock! OK Amy unload the trolley and we'll go back downstairs." So, after a few minutes laying out the lunch they both left. Mike told me afterwards what happened.

They arrived in the kitchen together and one of the staff said he couldn't come through but Amy said he wanted to see the boss so could she get him. The woman went off and came back with the manager who seemed quite upset that Amy had brought a guest down. All the conversation took place in Italian, Amy was fluent of course and I think they thought Mike couldn't understand. Well, he's not really a fluent speaker but he does understand Italian so he knew what was being said. The manager was having a go at Amy for bringing him down so he just stepped in and told him to shut up and listen. Then he prompted Amy and she handed back the money she'd borrowed. Two or three staff members who were present looked quite pleased. Mike wondered if, perhaps, he'd done this before with other young girls. Because of the situation he was forced to accept the money without much argument then Mike took him in his office.

Amy said that Mike was very harsh, calling him a pimp and an abuser of young women. He told him that he should not bother Amy any more or he, Mike, would ensure that he lost his job. The point was, of course, that should Mike complain stridently he would lose his job, Mike (through Bernardo) was so important to the hotel. They didn't stay long then left for Amy to get changed before coming back to the room

"Well," he said as he arrived back, "that's that. Is everything OK Amy?"

She looked a lot happier now, one load off her mind I suppose, as she turned to him and said, "Thank you, oh thank you. Lena, I can call you that can't I?" I nodded. "He really told him off. I don't think he'll make any trouble about me being here now." I felt a bit sorry for her really. Her clothes were very drab, just a pair of jeans and a blouse, both old and worn out. They didn't do her justice although the jeans did show off her delightful bottom. She must have noticed me looking because she said, "I haven't been able to buy any clothes for ages and I had to sell quite a few to get some money." 

I walked over to her and hugged her. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure I've got something for tonight," and I smiled at her suggestively, "you won't need too much for this afternoon will you."

She blushed and smiled coyly as she glanced at Mike. "No, I suppose not," she said as he returned her glance.

"I was a bit worried, Lena, that her boss would cause some trouble about Amy being here because, technically she's not supposed to be but I think he'll keep quiet. He doesn't know she's here but he probably suspects." Then he turned to Amy and, smiling, said, "You look as if you could do with a good meal. Are you eating properly."

I could see she wasn't. Probably surviving on what she could get from the hotel. "I haven't been eating that much," she said looking at him plaintively as if apologising. 

"Well," he said, "tuck in, there's plenty here." So we all did, sitting round the table and chatting. We found out about Amy mother's condition and Mike said he would see if Roger could help. I told her about the IVF and why we were in Italy and about Jo and Guy. I decided that it was best to be open with her so I told her about the four of us and our life together. She didn't seem shocked, just surprised that we four could have such a relationship. She became more shocked, and embarrassed I think, as I explained about sex between us. She was looking at Mike wide-eyed wondering how he managed to hold on to two young women I suppose.

We told her all about Bernardo and Sally and the kids. She would be in a tiny little room immediately because of all the guests staying for the weddings but afterwards she would had a lovely room of her own. I told her all about Silvio and his family, Gianna, Maria and the boys, so she wouldn't feel shy tomorrow when we arrived home. I was certain that the boys would take a lot of notice of her so I gave her fair warning.

All this enabled Mike to get to know her and to realise that she did want to be with us this afternoon. He was so funny like that. He didn't like to think that he was forcing her into the situation but, as the lunch progressed I could tell she was keen. She kept watching him as he ate. It's the sort of thing that I do when I really fancy him. Jo's the same. We just watch him, look at him. It's funny really, it's not sexy, it's just taking him in and Amy was doing the same. Of course I was watching her because I fancied her so I noticed this.

We must have finished lunch about three o'clock and Mike called down for someone to fetch the trolley. He came soon after and for the next half hour we sat talking about Amy, her degree, and her history. All through this time I was watching Amy and, I must admit, fancying her more and more so, after a while I smiled at Mike and said, "Mike, I think it's time for us to get ready for the bedroom don't you?"

Amy looked shocked at my bluntness. Mike just turned to her and smiled, "Well Amy, is it time?" He was asking her again if she wanted to stay, she could refuse now easily without any problems. 

She blushed and looked at me as I smiled back at her, "Yes," she said shyly, "I think it is."

"Right," I said to Mike, "we'll get ready first." I smiled at him, "We might be a while so don't get too excited will you."

He laughed, "Don't wear yourselves out," he said. "I'll wait here until you call me then I'll shower."

"That sounds good, come on Amy, let's go." So took her hand a led her to the bathroom. I knew that I was going to make love to her in there, I had a bad ache for her. I don't know why, I always did get more excited with Amy, more wanton. I suppose it was this first experience, what with Mike using Viagra and Saturday afternoon. I think she had some idea of what was going to happen in there but, as I shut the door she looked pensive, wondering what exactly what I suppose. She told us afterwards she'd never been with a man and a woman like today so it was all new to her. She looked so lovely, young, unspoilt, almost innocent is suppose, although I knew she had been with both women and men before. I reached for her and pulled her to me. Without a word I kissed her full on the lips, a kiss which she returned. We held each other tightly.

"He won't mind?" she whispered.

"No," I smiled back at her, "he knows his turn is coming. Come on, let's make love to each other then we'll get ready for him." Soon our clothes were in a pile and we were naked on the floor on a pile of towels and dressing gowns. I explored her body as she did mine. Her boobs were quite small, smaller than mine, but perfectly formed and her nipples were pierced, having small gold bars pushed through as sleepers. She said her boyfriend had persuaded her to get it done. It was bloody sexy, I can tell you. When I sucked her nipples I could pull on the bars with my teeth, she loved it. So we made love to each other. I had one lovely orgasm from her mouth and gave her one myself. 

As we cuddled each other afterwards she said, "Shouldn't we get ready?"

I smiled, "You want him don't you?"

Shyly she responded, "Yes, I do. I like sex with women and I enjoyed it with you but it doesn't replace a man, although they don't often manage to please." She looked at me and smiled, "but you said he pleases."

"Oh he does that," I said smiling.

She looked at me, "I'm sorry," she said, "but, but how will he, you know, be, errrr, able to errrrmmm, well look after us both?"

"Well," I said, "usually he can hold his orgasm for ages. When he is with me and Joanna he manages to take us everywhere before he cums but today is different." I laughed, "He got me a present."

She looked shocked, "What? A dildo?"

"No," I said laughing, "two little blue tablets!"

"Viagra?"

"Mmm, he took one yesterday afternoon. That's how he stayed in my bottom for so long and he had loads of cums, not much spunk though," I ended laughing.

"Two you said?"

"Yes, he'll take the other one before he showers. He reckons he can stay hard for about two hours and cum a few times as well." I looked at her seriously, "Are you sure about this Amy, he's not small."

She smiled, relaxing now, "Mmm, he is quite tall."

I dug her in the ribs, "You know what I mean" I said laughing.

She was suddenly serious. "I want to Lena. Look, you didn't have to help me but now you have I feel that I need to thank him. I think I understand about him, he is so kind, so thoughtful, considerate. If he makes love like that it must be wonderful and I want to experience that."

"What about, you know, back there. He's bound to ask you for that. He won't force it you know, only if you want it but you are very lovely there and it is his favourite form of sex."

"Am I?" she said, "I never thought about it. Yes, even there I think. I said I've only experienced that twice and neither time was much fun but I've read a lot about it and many women say that it's good. You like it don't you?"

I smiled, "Yes, I do. I was virgin there when he first took me. I had five major orgasms by his mouth and his penis before he even entered me there. Then he was so gentle, so caring, so tender, that I enjoyed it, enjoyed it so much I had two more orgasms. Now I like it as much as straight sex. He almost always cums in my bottom. Oh Amy, it's so good when it's done properly, with care, with love, and he always does it like that."

"I thought he would so I want to try it. Mum says you should always try something twice, once to see if you like it and the second time to make sure," she laughed, "but I don't think she was talking about anal sex!"

I laughed with her, "Come on let's have a bath together then we'll get ready."

"Won't he get impatient?"

I smiled, "No, he always says that the nicest things are worth waiting for." So we ran a bath, jumped in and spent the next ten minutes playing at washing each other. Amy was great. Although she was older than me she seemed younger. She actually asked me how old I was and was surprised when I told her 21.

"It's being with a man like him," I said, "he makes me more experienced, see things differently and sex, well!"

"What do you mean?" she asked as we dried each other.

"Well, sex with him is fantastic. He always has something new to offer. He's got a massive collection of adult movies and we do all the things we've seen on them."

"You watch them together?" she asked seeming shocked.

"Mmm, it's great," I said, "he usually sort of, well, plays with me while we watch," I laughed, "he won't let me touch him because he says he will cum. I watch them with Jo as well, gives us lots of ideas," I added smiling at her. "I think when you are in love with a man like Mike and he makes love to you like a woman, a person, you feel more grown up. I felt I was a girl before I went with him, afterwards I felt like a woman, you know, complete. I often think that feminists wouldn't like the way I feel but it's as if he makes me what I am, and I do the same to him." I looked at her seriously, "I couldn't be without him you know. I love him more than anything."

"I can see he loves you," she said, "it's in his eyes, they worship you."

"Mmm, I know," I said, "he doesn't have to tell me."

She was serious for a moment, "I don't understand how you can let him go with me," she said, "aren't you jealous?"

I smiled at her wanly, "No. He'll make love to you as if you are the only woman in the world but, now and again, he'll turn to me and smile, or kiss me, then afterwards he'll make love to me. I know he won't leave me so why should I be jealous and spoil his fun," I looked at her through hooded eyes, "and mine. Come on, I need to prepare you."




Caroline Ch. 11.04



"I was wondering about that," she said, "before, when I told you about sex and my bottom. You asked 'were you prepared?'"

"Well," I said aware that it was quite difficult to explain this without seeming crude, "Amy, it's a bit difficult," I laughed, "Mike explained it to me after the first time, I wasn't prepared either. He said bottoms are designed to push things out and, if you want to push things in, you must make sure that there's nothing in the way. It explains it quite well I think. Amy, you must be empty there to enjoy it properly. If not it can be painful, messy, and in some cases, dangerous. Bottoms aren't designed to take large penises," I smiled, "so you have to prepare." As I was saying this her eyes were opening wider and wider as she realised what I was saying.

I carried on. "First you have to go to the loo and empty yourself, if you want to that is. Then an enema, well two actually, to really empty you out and leave you clean. That's important too because it makes you more sensitive and you enjoy it more, but you'll find that out later. So first we need to take a dump," I said laughing. Luckily the loo was separate so, one after another we used it and the bidet!

Back in the bathroom I said to Amy, "I'll show you how to do the enema." She looked a bit shocked. "Don't worry," I said, "it doesn't hurt or anything, not if it's done properly. And," I added smiling, "it can often lead to fun." I got the kit from my bag, always with me now, and showed her the tube, the gel, the soap, and the water bag. "It's important to make sure the water is as near body temperature as possible," I said. "If it's too hot or cold it can give you cramps and be quite uncomfortable."

I coated the end of the tube with gel then with one leg up on the side of the bath, I used some on my anus and just inside. I looked back at Amy, "Of course it's nice if someone does this for you," I said sexily.

"Doesn't Mike do it?"

"No," I laughed, "he puts the lube on later but Jo and I often do each other. I takes longer though, we often end up kissing again!" She laughed. Next I put the soap and water in the bag. Holding the tube carefully behind me I inserted in into my bottom. I always enjoyed this now, this prelude to anal sex. On my own I would imagine him entering me there instead of the tube. Sometimes I could have a minor orgasm just giving myself the enema. Slowly I pushed the tube upwards and in, no real problem now as I had so much control over my sphincter and my rectal muscles. I pushed about 8 inches inside me then attached the bag and opened the valve, feeling the lovely rush of soapy water hitting my insides like a massive dose of spunk. Amy was wide-eyed at all this and I smiled back at her to quiet her nerves.

"When you take the tube out, do it slowly and close up," I said. "It's important to make sure your sphincter maintains it's strength." I laughed, "When you have large male members thrust up your bottom you need to be able to close up again afterwards." I know all this sounds a bit crude but it is so important. If a woman is going to indulge in anal sex with her man it'll be so much better, and she'll be so much more likely to enjoy it and want it again, if it's done properly the first time. If she's prepared and her man is gentle, tender, and loving I'd be surprised if she didn't enjoy it. So, although Amy had had a man there, it hadn't been enjoyable so it was important to ensure that she was prepared properly. Besides, we weren't talking about a six inch Steve were we. She had 8½ inches of Mike to deal with, more possibly with the thought of her wonderful bottom and the Viagra.

"You shouldn't hold the soapy water too long either otherwise you start to get cramps, just a couple of minutes then on the loo and release. I know it all seems a bit messy but it does make anal sex so, so much better. Do you want to try?"

She nodded, "Mmm, I think I do," she said, "is Mike very big, you know, down there?"

I smiled, "Well, he's not small," then I laughed, "we measure him in hands. For me he's two hands and a mouthful," I said holding my fists one on the other. "Jo's got smaller hands so for her he's a big mouthful."

Amy blushed, "Lena, you are awful. Will I be able to do it with him?"

Serious now I said, "Amy, I don't know. Look I'm not going to lie to you, you are quite small and it may hurt the first time or two. It did for me and Jo and we're both bigger than you but I've seen smaller girls than you on film take much bigger ones than Mike's so I know it is possible. It all depends on you, how flexible your bottom is," I ended smiling, "and how much you want it."

"I want to try, you make it sound so good if it's done properly."

"Oh, it is. For me it's better than straight sex, although I like him there a time or two before he uses the back door. Come on then, if you want to try it, I'll give you the enemas, you might just enjoy them!"

So I positioned her with one leg on the side of the bath and prepared all the kit. I couldn't help noticing how different her bottom was from mine and Jo's. Mine is big, no getting away from it, it is big, nicely shaped yes, but big. That's why Mike is so fond of it, Jo's is a bit smaller and, I think, a nicer shape than mine. Amy was tiny, perfectly shaped on the pear drop of her hips flaring from her waist but not at all fulsome. Her anus, visible like Jo's, without opening her bottom cheeks, was tiny. A little star. I got quite excited imagining Mike going in there, would it actually be possible? It didn't seem likely but she wouldn't know if she didn't try. 

Surprisingly it wasn't difficult to insert the tube, she seemed to be able to control her sphincter and opened easily. She shivered as the tube went in and looked back at me with heavy and sexy eyes. "Ooohhh, that doesn't feel so bad, nice in fact."

I smiled, "Good, now for the douche." I filled the bag and opened the valve, filling her with warm soapy water.

"Oh shit," she said, "that feels funny."

"OK, hold tight, I'm going to remove the tube. Squeeze now. After a couple of minutes let it go." She did then emptied herself on the loo. "How was that?

She smiled, "Not too bad. I think I could grow to like that. You feel all warm inside. I'm ready for the next one." So I did it again. This time she turned her head and said, "Can you kiss me before you take it out?"

My reply was to lean forward and kiss her mouth. As I did so I reached down and stroked her sex. This prompted a long, "Oooohhhhh, that is nice."

I laughed, "No time for play now, poor Mike will think we don't want him. Perhaps we can play some more later."

"Mmm, yes please," she said smiling.

I finished her enema and then suggested she give me my second one. She was eager and enjoyed the experience of inserting the tube and everything. After making sure we were both completely ready I took her back into the bedroom to find some sexy undies for us to wear. I decided to wear my wedding ones again, Mike liked them and I did feel sexy in them. For Amy I found a tiny set Jo must have put in. Small triangular pieces of silk covered her boobs with a matching triangle for her pussy. As she was shaved there, her remaining hair forming a neat little diamond above her sex, this set looked just right. There was just a small strap round her waist and a narrow cloth over her bottom. Hell, she looked good enough to eat, and I was sure Mike would!

To finish we put on towelling robes, not for Mike but just while he was getting ready. I poked my head into the lounge and called, "It's all yours Mike," and he came into the bedroom smiling.

"You haven't left me much to see," he said laughing.

"We'll be unwrapped when you come out," I said pouting at him. "I'm sure you'll like what's inside."

"Oh, I know I will," he said lecherously before going into the bathroom.

Amy and I lay on the bed chatting. She said to me, "You must have had lots of men, you're very experienced. You do seem lot older than me."

I laughed, "No," I reiterated, "I'm just 21."

"21," she said shocked apparently not really hearing before, "but you seem older than me."

"Well," I said explaining in more detail than earlier, "it's probably to do with the other thing you said. I haven't had lots of MEN, only two in fact, Mike and Guy, and Guy is a lot younger, he's only 24. I've had loads of boys whose only thought was to get inside me and cum. I was a girl 'til I met Mike, he made me into a woman. It's difficult to explain really. I love him you see, totally and completely, and I know he loves me. When we make love it's, well it's fantastic. We come together," I laughed, "I don't mean CUM together, I mean we sort of become one. That experience makes me look at things differently. Now I'm going to be a mother, I hope, and that makes you grow up as well. Since I fell in love with Mike I've looked at everything differently. Of course he's much older than me and that affects me as well." I looked at her intensely, "I have to come to terms with the fact that I'll probably lose him. That makes you grow up as well." Thinking like that made me a bit sad and I didn't want to dissolve the sexy feelings we both had so I asked Amy, "What about you, have you had many men?"

She looked puzzled now and smiled, "Well, I thought I'd had a few but now I'm not sure. I've been with five blokes and I was with the last one, John, for 18 months. We lived together for six months before I found him in bed with my friend and threw him out. Now I've listened to you I'm not sure. What do you mean about the difference between men and boys."

"Well, I'm not exactly an expert" I said smiling, "but when it comes to making love boys seem to just want their pleasure. Their hands are everywhere but not for you, your enjoyment, only for theirs. Once they get into your knickers," I laughed, "or your mouth, they just want to cum. I only had the odd orgasm with a boy and that was more by luck than consideration on his part. For release I went with Jo because that was the only way to cum. Look," I said, "I've only been with two men as I said but with Mike sex is totally different. The first time we 'slept' together I had six orgasms." She looked surprised, "Yes," I said, "six and he came once. He spent nearly an hour and a half pleasuring me. He used his mouth, his penis, and his fingers. It was amazing. I'd never experienced sex like it before. I didn't realise that sex could be like that. You see, he cares. He wants me to enjoy myself and his enjoyment comes from watching me. His final release is tremendous but I've almost always had two or three orgasms before him."

"Does he only cum once?" she asked wide-eyed at my explanation.

"Normally, yes. He says," I said laughing, "that he can't reload as quickly as he used to so he 'keeps his powder dry'. But he doesn't stop you see. Even after he's cum, unlike the boys, he will keep on attending to me. He even makes love sometimes and doesn't get hard at all, has no release. He says he just enjoys making love to me and giving me pleasure."

"What about Guy?"

I smiled, "Well, he younger and still learning. He has all the care and tenderness that Mike has but he isn't experienced. Mind," I said laughing, "he did manage to cum six times in one day. He's not quite so good at control as Mike but it doesn't matter that much because he can reload."

"Well," she said, "I don't think I've been with any real men if that's what you mean. Before John the boys were all like you said, they just want to get off on me. John was a bit different, he would sometimes make sure I had an orgasm but not every time. I liked him, thought I was in love with him I suppose, but when I looked back I realised he'd just used me. He never did that, you know, used his mouth, or anything like that. He said it was 'dirty'," She looked at me seriously, "You said 'your mouth', do you do that, you know, suck?"

I nodded, "Don't you?"

She shook her head, "No," she said sadly, "I didn't like it. I tried it a few times but the boys were so rough and they tried to, you know, in my mouth. John wanted me to do it but he was the same, rough and trying to cum in my mouth."

I was outraged, "What, you mean he wouldn't eat you but he expected you to suck his cock? Selfish bastard," I said vehemently, "I think you were well rid of him Amy." Then I leant over and touched her cheek. "Sucking a man's penis, taking his essence in your mouth, and swallowing it is one of the most loving things a woman can do for a man, especially the man she loves. Mike is always gentle, tender when I suck him. I love his spunk, the taste, the consistency," I laughed, "it's just a pity there's not that much of it." Then I looked at her seriously, "Will you suck Mike?" I asked, "he would like that and he will do that to you, I can promise that, and you'll enjoy it." 

She looked at me through heavily lidded sexy eyes, "Oh Lena, you make me see what I've been missing. I will, will you teach me, teach me everything so I can enjoy it like you?"

I laughed, "Oh yes, I will and so will Mike. He can be very demanding, he'll want everything you know but he will be kind, tender and caring and he won't do anything you don't want him to. And I'll be here as well. Oh Amy, just enjoy yourself, forget hang-ups. Sex is about enjoyment, of course making babies as well, but enjoyment above all. Come on, off with these robes, he'll be out in a minute and we'll start your education!" 

So off came our robes and we sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Mike. Shortly he appeared, naked in all his splendour. Again, I couldn't help think that he looked fine for a man of his age. There was little fat on him and, although he was quite heavily built, he looked in proportion because of his height. His penis wasn't fully hard yet and I immediately thought that I could begin Amy's education now.

"Wait there," I said to him as I got up and knelt at his feet. I reached up and took his semi-erect penis in my hand and began to stroke it gently to full hardness. It didn't take long! Then I turned to Amy, "Come and join me," I said, "and I'll teach you how to suck a cock!" She looked slightly shocked but she walked over and knelt next to me. I looked up at Mike, "Sucking lessons," I said sexily, "you mustn't cum unless I say so, understand?"

He smiled down at me, "Yes mistress," he said, "I'll do my best."

"Watch," I said to Amy as I took the head of his penis in my mouth and washed it with my tongue. This drew a deep breath from Mike and I was again amazed at his control. Then I started to suck gently, moving my mouth over the cock head before taking more inside. Then out and gently masturbating him as I turned to Amy.

"You now," I said to her, "take hold of him and use your mouth on just the head. Use your tongue on him and try to find the little hole," I said as I poked my tongue into his pee-hole to indicate what I meant. "You may get a little reward," I added laughing, then more seriously, "that's pre-cum, a sort of natural lubricant. Very tasty. If you don't like it just take him out of your mouth and I'll take it."

She looked at me wide-eyed and nodded. I looked up at him and saw that he understood how important this was for her and for him. He must have realised that she'd probably had a bad experience with oral sex otherwise I wouldn't be treating her like this. He smiled and winked.

Her hand crept around his cock, it seemed tiny compared to his lump of flesh, and she started to stroke him back and forth. Her eyes took in the size of him, bigger I thought than usual, probably over 9 inches now with the effect of a new woman and the Viagra combined. Tentatively she licked the tip, she had some idea after all, before she opened her small mouth and engulfed the head.

"Oh fuck," he said as she must have begun to used her tongue. It's all in the mind isn't it, sex. Her mouth couldn't feel all that different to mine but he was intensely excited now. Oh I wasn't bothered, she was new. I knew whose mouth he preferred!

"Don't suck too hard," I whispered to her, "we don't want him cumming yet. Just use your tongue gently on him. Keep stroking." It was obvious Mike was having trouble keeping still, he wanted to fuck her face now, I could tell but he had enough control, as always, to stop.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide, she must have got a shot of pre-cum, because she pulled off his penis and looked at me. I reached for her and kissed her mouth, using my tongue to get a taste. There was a surprising amount and I suspected he'd had a little tiny cum as well. Amy didn't seem bothered by it and as I pulled away she swallowed it without any problem.

"Nice," I asked.

"Mmm," she said, "I see what you mean. It tastes nice, of him I suppose," she said turning back to his cock still standing proud. Back into her mouth went the head and more as she became used to the feeling of control that she had. This is another thing that men need to understand. No woman likes to be 'fucked' in the mouth the first time she sucks a penis. It's about care isn't it, care and tenderness. Give a woman the chance and she'll enjoy sucking a cock, crash on like a bull in a china shop and likely she won't. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I like my 'face fucked', like him to be hard and rough in my mouth but that's my choice not his, and it always should be. So now Amy was in control and she realised it. She realised that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want him to although I could see that he was having immense difficulty just keeping still as she began to work her tongue, mouth and hands on his erection.

She was moving now, moving her mouth over his penis. Forming it into a tiny 'O' for his pleasure. I sensed she was getting quite carried away now, enjoying her first really enjoyable experience of cock sucking!

"Can he move as well?" I whispered in her ear, "he's aching to fuck your face, can he."

Keeping his in her mouth she nodded.

"Tell him then.

Reluctantly she took her mouth off his cock (but not her hand) and looked up into his eyes, "Fuck my mouth please but gently," she said as she took him back in.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows and I nodded so he began. His hands took hold of her head gently and his hips began to work. She seemed to enjoy it as they got into a rhythm, moving together. I could see he was having difficulty controlling himself so I knelt next to her and whispered, "He'll cum in a minute if you keep this up. I don't want to waste any so I'll take over if you like."

She emptied her mouth long enough to say, "No, I want it," before chomping back on his penis, glistening now with her saliva and his pre-cum.

"I want some as well," I said and she nodded.

I looked up at him and nodded, mouthing 'cum in her mouth' at him. His eyes lifted heavenwards and he began to thrust a little harder into her mouth. His hands held her head steady as he fucked her mouth in earnest, not hard but steadily. She didn't seem to mind his stronger movements, her mouth still in a smiling 'O' as he moved in and out. Shortly he let out a huge groan, "Aaaaarrrrgggghhh, oh fuck," and, from the look on his face, he began to cum. Amy's eyes widened as her mouth filled with his spunk, a tiny bit spilling out of the side. I grabbed his cock from her and covered it with my mouth as it continued to spurt his lovely male essence. I sucked hard on the head and was rewarded by another few pulses of cum. I sucked and sucked to get every drop from him, forgetting for the moment Amy beside me. This was what it was all about, him cumming inside me, my mouth, my pussy, or my bottom, I didn't care as long as I had his semen inside me. It was his offering to me, part of him for me. I loved it! I swirled the offering around my mouth tasting the maleness of him, salty, slightly bitter but as sweet as anything I ever tasted. My tongue played with the soft creaminess of his seed (well no seed actually! But you know what I mean!). Then I swallowed it all, looking up into his eyes as I did so. He knew, he always knew, what this meant to me, but now I remembered poor Amy.




Caroline Ch. 11.04



I turned to look at her. She seemed surprised watching me. A tiny dribble of cum rolled down her chin as she opened her mouth and showed me inside. God he must have cum buckets because she still had a mouthful. Her tongue moved through the gooey mass as she tasted it.

"Good?" I asked hoping for a positive answer.

She nodded, "Wamt um?" she managed to ask smiling.

"Yes please," I said looking up at Mike and motioning him to join us on our knees. I pulled her to me and kissed her full on the mouth using my tongue to prise hers lips gently open. Our tongues met in the gooey mass of his spunk and we swirled it round our mouths. I was amazed she'd taken it so well. For someone who hadn't really liked sucking cocks she'd certainly managed OK. Mike was with us now and I pulled away from Amy to show him what I had in my mouth. I motioned to Amy to do the same and she opened her mouth and moved her tongue through his spunk. He reached for her and kissed her mouth. She was obviously surprised that he would do this. She was even more surprised as his tongue opened her lips and sought hers. Then I saw her swallow, swallow his load, so I did the same, revelling in my second mouthful of the night. I hoped he had more!

I looked at Amy, "Well?" 

"Shit, that was good," she said, "I never realised it could feel that good to have a man cum in my mouth." She smiled, "It feels so funny hitting the back of your mouth and the taste. It's funny, salty, bitter but sort of sweet."

"That's because he's a lovely man," I said looking at him. "Now," I said turning to Mike, "Mike did you know that Amy has never been made love to properly?"

He looked at her with affection in his eyes, he knew what I was asking him to do. Amy looked at me surprise written on her features.

"Is that true?" he asked her.

She looked at him coyly, "I think so," she said, "I'm not sure what Lena means."

"I am," he said with a great big smile on his face as he reached down and picked her up in his arms, "you need to be loved." Her eyes opened wide in amazement and she looked at me.

"Enjoy yourself," I said smiling as I went and sat on the bed to watch him make love to her.

He laid her down gently on the bed and knelt next to her looking down taking in the sight of her lovely slim body. Her small boobs covered only by the triangle of cloth sat pertly on her body flowing into her lovely flat stomach. Then her mons perched atop her sex, covered now by another small triangle of cloth. She looked up at him doe-eyed, with a soft smile of anticipation on her face. His eyes feasted on her, I could tell from the way he looked at her that his passions were high. She was truly beautiful, beautiful in a different way from Jo and me. She was slim, almost sylph like with hardly any boobs, a narrow waist, and wonderful pear shaped hips. And everything about her was small, delicate, not childlike, far from it, but there was something fragile about her lying there. He looked up from her to me, a look of helplessness on his face and a question in his eyes.

"Yes," I said softly, "yes, make love to her."

"Kiss me," he said so I did full on the lips, "I love you," he whispered as I pulled away. 

Now he was going to concentrate on her. He began by kissing her mouth tenderly, using his tongue to part her lips and gently seek admittance. I saw her tongue come to meet him and their kiss became and erotic exchange of tongue and lip. Now he was kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her neck, and her ears nibbling on the lobes. Her breathing became low and shallow as she fell under his spell. Then he was kissing her shoulders and down her chest to her tiny boobs. His hands covered them and kneaded them softly before unclipping the bra and slipping it off her shoulders.

He looked at her boobs and the pierced nipples then smiled as he nodded to me. His mouth covered almost half of one of her breasts so small was she there but that didn't matter to him, he liked small boobs so he carefully covered the whole of them with his kisses. Then he started to suck the nipples and flick the gold bars with his tongue. This caused little moans of pleasure from Amy who was obviously very sensitive there. I saw his teeth clasp the bars and pull the nipples, lifting the whole boob on the piercing. Amy was moaning, "Yes, yes, yes," and I could see that she was having a small orgasm. Mike noticed as well and pulled both piercings quite hard which prolonged her pleasure. He was obviously enjoying this new experience but he was thinking of her because now he moved to the underside, kissing and licking. This seemed to send Amy even further over the edge as her yes's became a constant moan of pleasure. As he was doing this I noticed his hand had moved down to her sex and he was stroking her through the material of her thong and pushing his finger gently into her.

He did this for a while, all the time Amy was moaning in pleasure. She must have had a five minute orgasm I think! Finally he stopped to come up for air. He looked at me, "Kiss me," he said so I did. I knew he was ensuring that I didn't feel left out but he was also re-defining his love for me. Look, he's a man isn't he and you know that once they are hard they can think of only one thing at a time, that's usually getting inside a woman (well for some I suppose it's getting inside a man but I don't know anything about that). Mike was trying to show me he knew that and he wanted me to know that he was still thinking of me. I liked it, it made me feel good about getting Amy for him.

Now his mouth and tongue travelled across her flat tummy, stopping briefly to probe her delicate button, before reaching the delicious plunge of her mons veneris. He licked around the outside of her thong and, after parting her legs slightly, all down the inside of her thighs then back. Suddenly her just covered her sex with his mouth and bit her gently. She screamed softly and pushed herself into him. I could see him using his whole mouth to suck her sex through the cloth, biting gently as he did so. Amy was bucking now, trying to thrust her sex into his face, to feel him more.

I moved up beside her and whispered in her ear, "Good?"

"Oh fuck, yes," she said, "he's wonder . . . . FUL. Oooohhhhh. " He must have taken her thong off and found her clit with his tongue. Then she was moaning "Nnngg, nnnggg, oh god, that's so good. Oh, oh, oh, oh." Then, "Aaaaaggghhh," as she came yet again. She reached up for me and pulled my mouth down to hers, kissing me hard on the lips. I pulled away and saw that the breath seemed to be sucked from her as her body bucked under the throws of a massive orgasm. Mikes face was buried between her legs and I guessed his tongue was washing the inside of her vagina because I could see his fingers were gently caressing her clit as she thrashed about. She came down off her high suddenly and lay completely still, breathing deeply now as he sat up away from her sex.

"Phew," he said smiling at me, "that was some ride! I need a kiss." So I leant forward and kissed him, tasting Amy on his lips and tongue. He turned back to her and whispered, "Turn over."

She looked a bit apprehensive so I leant down and said, "Don't worry, he won't do anything yet, just kiss you." I smiled, "You'll enjoy it."

So she languidly turned over as he moved from between her legs. Now he could take in the sight of her beautiful back and bottom. He knelt looking down, feasting his eyes on the picture before him. Leaning forward he began to kiss her shoulders and then down her back, his tongue tracing the line of her spine. When he got to her bottom his mouth travelled over both cheeks biting softly and licking right down to the tops of her legs.

"Open your legs," he whispered to her so she did and he climbed in between. Now, as you know, this is the sight that turns him on more than anything else and he was still now looking down at her. I was glad I knew him so well because I might have thought he would take her straight away. His penis was almost quivering in anticipation and the effect of his control but, of course, he just looked. Then he leant forward and began to lick the valley between her cheeks, his tongue caressing that narrow divide that held his favourite tunnel of pleasure. His tongue was wide, covering her with saliva, before he rolled it into a small penis and started to 'tongue fuck' her anus. Her eyes opened wide in amazement at the feeling, the first time anyone had done this to her I was sure, and she began to breath deeply as the pleasure increased. I wondered whether she would have an orgasm like this. I hoped so because I meant that her anus and rectum were sensitive to sex and more likely to accept him later. 

He continued to tongue her anus, now managing to get a little deeper inside. I saw his hand come up to her pussy and begin to play with her clit. This caused a long, "Oooohhhhh," from Amy as she pushed her bottom back into his face.

"Oh fuck yes, that's good, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oooohhhhh, do it, do it," she was moaning now as she did have an orgasm. He felt it too and he held her bottom on his face, I assumed filling her anus with his tongue. As she came down he pulled away and I saw that her tiny little star was slightly open and glistening with saliva. Perhaps she could take him there, I couldn't wait to see it but he had to have me first. Amy lay there recovering from her orgasm.

He knelt upright, "Your turn now," he said as his arms held me tightly, "then I want you." Well, that was good news because watching him make love to Amy had really warmed me up and I wanted to feel that lovely pillar of flesh inside me soon.  

"Don't take too long, I want that soon," I said looking down at his crotch and the erection sticking out.

He kissed me again and laid me down to begin his brief tour of my body. He started on my boobs, using mouth and tongue to wash me there before his teeth gently gripped my nipples, hard now, and pulled, dragging his teeth across them. This always starts me off and I moaned loudly as he did this a few times. He didn't stay long however, moving across my tummy and straight to my sex. His tongue probed inside and already moist cavern and began to lick the walls of my vagina. Up and down, back and forth, his tongue laved me there before his mouth covered my clit and sucked tenderly.

"Oh yes," I shouted softly, "yes, fuck me now please. I want you to fill me up. Pleeeeeeeese." I think my shouting had woken Amy because I just managed to notice her out of the corner of my eye but I really didn't have enough attention for that. He was between my legs now and I felt the head of his erection at the entrance to my vagina as he started to move his penis up and down across my sex, sometimes nudging my clit and sometimes right down to my anus. But now he was back at my vagina and slowly pressing forward until half was inside me. As usual the breath was slowly pushed from my body as he filled me with pleasure.

A long "Oooohhhhh," escaped my lips and I looked up into his eyes, smiling down at me. "Fill me," I said and he did. Completely, totally inside me. My orgasm arrived with a crashing love for him at that moment. Pleasure rippled over my body and my skin felt tingly all over. Emotionally I was wrecked and I started to cry gently at the sheer weight of my feelings for him. I reached up and pulled him down onto me as he continued to move inside me, long slow strokes that emptied, then filled me.

"Oh I love you," I managed to say as I held him so tightly. Now another orgasm arrived, almost as intense as the first but not so emotionally draining. This was pure pleasure and now I was conscious that I wanted him to cum inside me. Oh, he couldn't impregnate me but I wanted it to feel as if he had, so I squeezed my vaginal muscles and whispered in his ear, "Cum in me please, fill me with your seed."

He was passionate now, Amy forgotten by us both in our revelry, and he began to move faster and faster inside me. His mouth covered mine and we held each other tightly as he started to cum. I could feel his penis swelling with each pulse, pulses that seemed to go on forever as he fucked into me. All too soon however, he was spent although still hard, and he withdrew. He looked down at me then I think he realised that Amy had been watching us.

He smiled at me, "Amy's turn now?" he asked questioningly.

I smiled back and nodded. I was amazed that he could carry on because I was knackered. I had at least three orgasms and they were all tremendous and I knew he had cum but he was ready for more. Thank god for Viagra!

He moved next to Amy and I watched his eyes taking in her body again. He kissed her and his hand went to her sex, fingers probing her vagina. I could see she was wet ready for him. With little foreplay he opened her legs and knelt between. I watched in awe because his penis, jutting out in front of him, seemed enormous compared to her tiny sex. I was getting excited again at the thought of seeing this. In his usual manner he took his weight on his left arm and aimed his rampant cock at her pussy, using the head to gently prise open the lips before entering ever so slightly. I didn't know what to look at; her face which was a picture, or her sex being entered by his seemingly enormous erection. Her face won. Now her eyes were widening as she must have felt him breaching her tightness, her mouth opening in surprise at the feelings generated by his size forcing apart the walls of her vagina.

"Oh god, god, oh dear," she mumbled as I saw his body move forward, thrusting more of his cock into her.

"Oh christ, she's tight," he said to me "kiss me!" So did, again affirming my love for him even while he was making love to another woman. "Hell, Lena, she is so tight."

I smiled at him, wishing I had a penis so I could experience what he was feeling but I didn't so I just watched their faces as he drove, albeit gently, into her.

His face was a picture of attempted control. Although he'd only just cum inside me I was sure he would cum in her too. She was new, and she was tight. He was having difficulty now and he hadn't even started to really fuck her yet. I suppose he needn't have worried, what with the Viagra but I'm sure he wanted to get the best feeling he could so he'd want to wait. He said afterwards that that is one of the problems with Viagra, although it enables a man to maintain and erection and to cum, some of the pleasure is diminished by not having to maintain control. The orgasms are different somehow, not so intense.

Amy however, was sailing away on a sea of pleasure. He must have stretched her a bit but she didn't seem to mind. After all the vagina is made to stretch isn't it? Her eyes were closed now and her mouth just open, her tongue occasionally moistening her lips. She looked very sexy indeed but then so she should, she was being fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. I moved my head close to hers and heard a soft, "Nnngg, nnng, nnng, nnng," coming from her throat, almost like the purring of a cat. Then her eyes opened and a long, "Aaaaagggggghhhh," escaped her mouth. I looked down and saw him totally embedded in her sex, his thighs tight against hers. There was a look of despair on his face, not a problem just his difficulty holding on for the pleasure of moving inside her.

Suddenly she shouted, "Oh shit, fuck me, fuck me," like a litany. Over and over again, even louder as he did, moving back and forth inside her. Slowly at first and then faster as his libido took over. Then he threw his head in the air and he roared, almost like a lion I thought, as he must have begun to shoot what was left of his essence inside her.

This brought another soft scream from Amy whose legs came up and wrapped around his waist as if she never wanted to let him go. Then she reached for him and pulled his mouth to hers, fastening her lips on his. I knew the feeling. I guessed she wanted to swallow him, eat him, take him inside her. I laughed to myself because I thought of it like a Black Widow spider who eats her mate after he impregnates her. Perhaps there is something of this in all women. I know it's a powerful feeling that hits me sometimes as I cum with him inside me.

They were both coming down off their highs now and he rolled off her to lay by her side. He was covered in sweat and for a moment I was worried about him but he looked up at me and smiled, "Shit, that was good," he said smiling, "nearly as good as you." You see why I love him?

Amy seemed a bit out of it for a moment so I laid next to him and began to lick some of his sweat from his neck and shoulders. I like doing this. I suppose some people would find it a bit odd, but I love the taste of HIM, salty and slightly bitter; not unlike his cum. He does it to me as well and it really makes me hot. Now Amy woke up and moved next to him as well. She seemed to want to touch him, stroke him. I suppose, like me, like Jo, she'd never experienced sex like this with a man before. Oh, if only they could all be kind and considerate to us what a world we would have.

We lay like this for a while but then I became conscious that we were on a time limit, as it were. I don't know how long we'd been going but his erection would go down at some point and then he wouldn't be any good for a long while. I wasn't finished yet, my bottom still wanted some attention, particularly a long, hard cock, and I was still excited by the idea of him breaching Amy's oh so tight backdoor if, indeed, that were possible.

I smiled across at Amy then turned to him, "Are you ready yet," I asked coyly nodding down at his erection, "I want that in my arse." That should get some interest, I thought. Amy looked shocked.

"I'm always ready for that," he said reaching up and kissing me, "how do you want it. Your choice?"

"Do you want to see it," I said to Amy and she nodded shyly. "Then I'll take it kneeling," I said smiling, "he gets most in that way." Again she looked somewhat taken aback by my language.

"Turn over sweetheart, I want to lick that beautiful ring and stick my tongue up your arse before I fuck you there." He was getting into the swing of it as well, I could tell by the language. I turned and lay face down, my anus almost vibrating in anticipation of tongue and cock. His hand wandered over my back for a moment then settled to massaging my bottom cheeks before he opened my legs and knelt in between. He was still now, this time he could take in his favourite sight knowing he could take advantage of my position and slam my bottom. After a while his hands began massaging my bottom cheeks again, this time stroking his thumbs along the valley between and across my tingling anus. It wouldn't be long now! Next I felt his tongue at the base of my spine travelling down across the valley only to stop at my tight little rosebud and begin to probe. With a long, "Aaaaaggghhh," I opened for him and felt his tongue inside my anus stimulating the walls of my rectum. This time he was sucking as well as licking, covering my bottom hole with his mouth and sucking. What a feeling! I started to feel an anal orgasm on it's way as he sucked and tongue fucked my bottom. 

"Kneel up Caroline," he said, then to Amy, "KY, Amy. Put some on Lena then on me." As I got in position I turned my head to look in her direction and saw her eyes wide open as she leaned forward with the KY in her hand. I felt her soft hands tentatively apply the lube to my bottom.

"Put some inside," he said hoarsely. He was obviously having trouble controlling himself. Her finger probed inside and I felt the slipperiness of the lube as she moved back and forth. Then she was gone and I heard him say, "Gently now, I don't want to cum too soon," as she must have masturbated the KY into his cock.

The bed shifted and he leaned forward, the head of his penis at the entrance to my rear entry. I was holding my breath, I wanted it so much.




Caroline Ch. 11.04



"Please, please fuck my arse. I want it, I want it all, please," I almost begged him.

"It's all yours sweetheart," he said as he pushed gently forward and breached the passage, forcing the head tenderly inside me. I let go my breath as I experienced the sheer pleasure of just a part of his cock entering me. I felt his hands on my thighs and I knew he was going to ream me hard. I wanted it, I wanted it badly. Unless I could persuade him otherwise this might well be the last time he took my bottom until after the baby was born so I wanted to remember it, just in case. 

I turned my head back to look at him, "Make me remember this one," I said, "fill me, fill me completely."

His response was immediate. Clutching my hips he pulled me half on to his erection then, after a slight withdrawal to ease my anus, thrust forward hard and deep.

"Fuck, yes," I shouted as his cock lodged in my rectum, the head almost entering my bowels. "Now fuck me, fuck my arse hard," I moaned, "bugger me." He did! 

He started with short strokes, a little in, a little out. His thumbs prised my bottom cheeks apart to allow all of his cock inside me, stretching the tiny ring of my anus and filling my back passage with an electric pole of flesh. Now longer strokes, firm and strong, filling me right up. I was cumming, clenching my anus around his pole and squeezing my rectum tight but this didn't slow him down at all. My nerve ends were tingling as the pleasure he was giving me was transported around my body by a climax that was still bubbling away.

Still he continued to pound away at my bottom. Then he was gone, only to return, just the head opening me. Then gone, then back. He was prodding my anus with his cockhead, forcing it open then withdrawing. The feeling was intense. Eight, ten times he did this before he was back in again. Now he was really ploughing my back passage, almost totally out then driving hard back into me. The first orgasm had receded a little and now it was building again. I knew what I wanted.

"Cum," I said, "please cum in my arse." I'd forgotten the several cums he'd already had, I wanted to feel his cock pulsing in my bottom. He thrust hard a couple more times then he was still. I heard a roar from him as he pulled almost out then forward so hard I flattened on to the bed. Now it was his favourite position and I sensed it wouldn't be long. It wasn't, thankfully, because this position can be a little uncomfortable, particularly if the man is really excited as he was.

He drove into me a couple of times then another roar as he was deep inside and I felt him pulsing. I didn't feel much liquid, I suppose he was dry, but the feeling of his cock swelling as he tried to shoot inside me was wonderful and brought my climax to a head. Amy said I screamed out loud at that moment. Poor Amy! She was forgotten by us both in this ecstasy of sodomy. Soon he was finished but still hard. He was gentle now, leaning forward and whispering, "I love you, are you OK. I haven't hurt you have I?" and he started to take his manhood from my bottom.

"No, you haven't and don't take it out. I want to enjoy the feeling of you inside me there. Just roll sideways because you're heavy," I laughed. So we did and lay there in a spoon position with him buried in my bottom. Now I remembered Amy. She was kneeling beside us watching, her eyes wide and her mouth open. I smiled sexily at her, well I did have his cock in my bottom and that does make me feel sexy!

"Wow," she said.

"Well?" I said raising my eyebrows. She knew what I was asking.

She nodded shyly and I felt his cock twitch in my anus. He did have another round left in the breech, so to speak. Not surprising really as he hadn't 'shot' this one before! I moved forward allowing his erection to slide from my bottom. As always I was left with a feeling of emptiness but I was a little sore. I don't think he'd taken me quite so hard before but I didn't mind because I wanted it.

I turned to look at him, "Amy wants you to fuck her bottom," I said to him. He took a deep breath and looked at her, his lust palpable. "But you must be gentle, she's not experienced there."

He smiled softly at her, "I'll be gentle," he said, "I want you to enjoy it."

She smiled shyly at him, "I want to as well. It looked like Lena did."

"Oh shit, I did," I said, "but then I always do. I love his cock up my arse and you will too!"

I quickly used a damp cloth to clean his cock then he moved over and held her close, whispering something in her ear. She blushed and I guessed he had told her how lovely her bottom was. Then he kissed her, his tongue insinuating itself between her lips passionately. He laid her down and again began to kiss her boobs, pulling the nipples with the gold piercings. Now across her tummy again to her sex where he used his tongue to excite her even more. After a while of licking her tiny pussy he knelt up and looked down at her, "Are you sure," he asked softly.

"Mmm, yes," she whispered, "but please be gentle." He looked at me and I nodded for him to carry on.

"Turn over now, then," he said gazing down at her. Languidly she turned bottom up on the bed with her face towards me. She looked apprehensive, not surprising I suppose considering what she had just watched but she was smiling as well. I think she wanted it but she didn't, if you know what I mean. She wanted to try it but was worried about how it would feel. 

I moved my head close to hers, "It'll be all right," I said, "he will be kind and gentle and, if you want him to stop just say and he will." I smiled, "He's not like other men, he WILL stop if you tell him."

She smiled back, "I want it you know. You enjoyed it so much didn't you?"

"Yes," I said, "but I always do. Ever since the first time I've loved him in my bottom. I know it pleases him so much to take me there so I enjoy it even more. Just try to relax. I know it's difficult when you feel him there but if you can relax you'll enjoy it. Although," I said, "I'm not going to lie to you, it does hurt the first few times, and he's not small, but the hurt goes away after a while and turns into pleasure so it is worth persevering."

She smiled, "I'll try."

I looked back at him. He was kneeling between her open legs gazing down at her body. As I've said before, this is his favourite sight of all. A woman face down with her legs apart, her bottom completely open for him. I must admit, however, that when I looked at his erection and then her bottom, I wondered if he would be able to take her there. He was big this afternoon, nine inches I should think, he certainly felt bigger in me! And her bottom was so small, perfectly formed but small.

He bent his head to lave her bottom cheeks with his tongue, licking all over and down the backs of her legs, before returning to the valley between and licking the whole length. I could see him form his tongue into a small penis and begin to probe her tight little star. She had relaxed and he was able to push his tongue quite a way inside her. She was moaning now, making a soft mewing sound rather like a cat purring. Next he lifted his head and looked at me, "Kiss me," he said. So I did, tasting her anus on his tongue, "I love you," he whispered. He was re-affirming his love for me as he prepared to bugger this lovely young woman. "I know," I said, "and I love you." Isn't this what love is about, knowing you can rely on the one you love no matter what. Oh, I know he was making love to another woman but I KNEW he loved me and he would come back, if he ever really went away. And I wanted him to experience her, to have her totally. If it was OK with me why should he not.

Now he leaned forward so that his cock lay between the cheeks of her bottom, the length pressing against her anus. I couldn't believe he could ever have her there. His erection was longer than the depth of her bottom, how could he ever get it all in? He whispered in her ear just loud enough for me to hear, "Amy, are you sure, do you still want me to do it?" He had to be sure you see, that she wanted it. He knew it would hurt her, it had to she was so small, but he hoped that she would eventually enjoy the experience. 

She whispered, "Yes," to him, "I want it but please be gentle," she asked again. I knew he would be, he wanted her to enjoy it if possible.

He sat back on his haunches and gazed at her bottom and mouthed to me "KY," and I handed him the tube. He squeezed a little on his finger and placed it on her anus, gently massaging it around the edge. Then he gave me his finger for some more KY and this time he gently nudged at her tiny little star. She tensed up and tightened her ring. He leaned forward again saying to her, "Relax Amy, I'm just putting some lubrication inside. Try to relax. It will be easier if you can relax."

Back up again and she had, her tiny star had a small opening in the centre and he tenderly put his finger there and pushed. The star opened and his finger entered to the first joint.

"Ooohhh," said Amy. I leant forward so my head was next to hers.

"Is that nice?"

"Mmm," she said, "it feels funny but it doesn't hurt yet."

"Good," I said, "he's going to loosen you down there with his fingers first, OK?"

"Mmm," she murmured seeming to enjoy the feeling of his finger in her anus. He was gently moving his middle finger in and out and turning it to coat her rectum with the KY. Now some more KY and he started to probe a little deeper, up to the second joint. He looked at me and I nodded at him, she was OK, still seeming to enjoy his finger in her bottom. He was moving in and out faster now, fucking her bottomhole with his finger. Finally he entered to the knuckle and she was still OK.

"Ooohhh yes," she muttered, "I like that." I nodded at him again. Now his finger came right out and, with a little more KY added, he placed two fingers at her tiny star, loosened slightly now by his finger. He pushed them forward and her anus opened just a little more to let them both in. She seemed relaxed now, he wasn't hurting her just gently bringing her on, getting her used to the feeling of her rectum being breached.

Look, all you blokes out there, if you want to have anal sex with your woman this is how you should go about it. Gently, tenderly, with love and affection. Not like a bull in a china shop. Remember the front door is designed to have an erect penis thrust inside it, the back door isn't. You need to be slow and loving, lots of lube, preferably water based, to make entry easy. If you can give your lady plenty of orgasms beforehand all the better. Anal sex is better if your lady feels good about sex. So guys, go easy the first time, get your lady to enjoy it and she'll come back for more. You might not get it all in so take it easy and make her enjoy it. Mike's got the right idea, if his women enjoy the first experience they come back for more and he is a bloody expert when it comes to sodomy, I can vouch for that!

"Oh fuck," was all that issued from Amy as he pushed the two fingers gently past the rubbery resistance of her tight little ring. Then, "Oh shit, that hurts!"

"Try and relax," I whispered as I saw her tense up, her buttocks stiffening and her anus tightening on his fingers. "It's all about relaxing. Relaxing your bottom hole and your whole body. Try to relax and enjoy."

"I'll try," she whispered, "it feels funny. It hurts but it feels strange, not bad."

I smiled at her, "I know," I said, "but it does get better, honest." And I nodded at him again as I saw her buttocks relax.

He pushed his fingers further inside and then began to fuck her back passage again, this time with two fingers. Each forward stroke took his fingers just a little deeper until he had them both in up to the knuckle. 

Amy moaned. A sort of a mixture of pleasure and pain really. "OK?" I asked.

"Mmm, it is feeling better but it is hurting. It's a funny hurt. I like it."

He smiled at me and now added a third finger to the mix with another small squeeze of KY. Now her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O'. "Christ," she said, "Oooohhhhh, it hurts but it's nice!"

So now he moved three fingers in and out of her anus. Not right to the knuckle this time, just gently getting her used to the feeling of her rectum being entered and stroked. Then his finger were gone and he was masturbating KY onto his penis.

"You have to kneel now Amy, if you want to go on." 

"Yes," was all she said as she pulled her knees up and knelt before him. Her head came up as well so he gently pushed it to the bed. His hands positioned her precisely, opening her legs and dipping her back. She was totally open to him and I knew he was going to take her now. He held his penis in his hand and looked at me, "Kiss me Lena," he said, "kiss me hard." So I leant forward and kissed him hard on the mouth and parted his lips with my tongue. I pulled away and he placed the head of his cock at the tiny star of her anus and pushed softly forward, seeking admittance to that tightest cave of pleasure. Amy tensed, as I always did, and clenched her anus tight shut. She was surprised, is suppose, at how big he felt. I'm not surprised because, compared to the tiny opening of her anus, he was. Bloody enormous. Off course he didn't press on, remember he wanted her to enjoy this. He might not ever have her again but he still wanted her to remember the occasion for the pleasure not the pain.

He looked at me and I leant forward to Amy's head and whispered, "You must relax Amy, if you want him to get inside. Play with yourself, it can make it easier." One hand went underneath to touch her pussy and clit, her other hand clutched mine, squeezing hard to try and transfer some of the pain she guessed was coming.

After stroking herself a few times she let out her breath and I saw the tenseness disappear from he buttocks. Her anus must have relaxed because he pushed forward a tiny bit and stopped.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck," she managed to say as the breath was expelled from her body, "that's fucking big!"

I looked up at Mike. His face was a picture. Eyes closed and his face pointed upwards as he strove to control the urge to drive deep inside her. I moved my head and looked at her bottom. His cock head was embedded inside her anus which was clenched tightly around, just at the point where his erection narrowed slightly.

"Oh God Lena," she said, "it hurts. I didn't realise he was so big."

I smiled gently at her, "He's not that big Amy, it just feels like it. Just relax, take deep breaths. Try not to squeeze him too hard though. It should start to feel better. He won't move again 'til you say so."

Mike was looking at me now and I smiled at him. "Slowly," I mouthed at him and he smiled back. Amy was breathing deeply now and seemed to be getting used to the feeling of him buried in her rear tunnel. "Any more yet?" I whispered in her ear.

"I'm frightened Lena. He feels so big in there, he might hurt me."

"No, he won't," I said smiling softly at her, "you can take more than him without any damage. It's just strange. How does it feel now?"

"Not too bad. Bloody full but the hurt is changing, or at least it's getting pleasant." She looked at me wide-eyed, "He can try some more now," she whispered and closed her eyes.

I looked up at him, "Yes," I nodded and he pushed forward and another two inches of his cock entered her back door. 

Amy let out a long, "Aaaaagggggghhhh, fuck, Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh," and stayed absolutely still as she tried to deal with his entry.

Mike cried out, "Oh shit Lena, she's so tight." He leant forward, careful not to move his cock in her anus, and said in her ear. "Amy, Amy, are you OK. Do you want me to go on?"

She took a deep breath and swallowed. Her hand gripped mine tightly and I could see her other hand working overtime on her pussy, rubbing her clit like mad. "I need a minute to get used to it," she said breathlessly, "but I want to try, really I do."

"Tell me when you want to go on," he said, the difficulty of controlling his own base urges plain on his face. I was sure that he wanted to drive deep inside her regardless. He says that there is something about the male psyche which wants this, to hurt, to possess. He thinks it's about power, not sex. The power to possess, to own. It certainly isn't anything to do with love or affection. He always felt that men had to work at affection more than women, it didn't come as naturally to his sex as it did to mine. So, in this position with an almost virgin bottom, a tightness that must have been tremendous, and a base desire, he had to work hard to maintain his respect and affection for Amy. Well, of course he did. That was one of the many reasons why I loved him so much, he could do this. So now he raised himself up, keeping his penis absolutely still in her bottom, and awaited her pleasure.

I loved him even more then and I knelt up and kissed him hard, insinuating my tongue in his mouth. For a moment I wished he was back inside my back passage, stretching, filling, moving. I missed Guy then as my mind drifted back to our foursome and I had two hard cocks to play with. But Amy was important now, it was her show. I wanted her to enjoy this and so did Mike. If she enjoyed it now she would enjoy it in the future and her man would find her experienced and ready to pleasure him in that way.

Now Amy looked at me. I could see that the hurt hadn't all gone away from the expression on her face but she looked determined. "I'll try some more," she said softly to me and I nodded up at Mike. He thrust forward and must have buried another two inches inside her. I knew from experience that this was the biggest part of his penis, apart from the root that is, so she would now experience the widest stretching of her anus.

She screamed softly, "Aaaaggghhhh. Oh god, no. It hurts, it hurts."

Well, this was too much for Mike and he withdrew his erection. There was an almost audible 'pop' as he came out of her bottom hole. The look on his face was one of controlled frustration. He wanted to fuck her there, base, animalistic, but he controlled it. Amy looked at me in surprise as she felt him leave her.

"He won't hurt you Amy. Perhaps he's too big for you there. It's all right, don't worry."

A tear formed in her eye, "I want him to do it Lena." Then her hand pulled my head close to hers and she whispered in my ear, "I need him to do it Lena, I owe him. I know you don't want me to say that to him but I do. Tell him to carry on, I don't mind the hurt, oh Lena I really want him to have me there." She cried softly, "I won't be happy until he does, please tell him Lena, tell him to do it. I'll manage."

I grasped her hand again and knelt up level with Mike. "She wants you to do it Mike," I moved close to him and whispered, "She needs this Mike. Don't be upset but she wants to say thank you to you and this is how she wants to do it. It's all she has to give you isn't it, her body, and she wants to." I moved away and smiled at him, "Come on, do your duty."

He looked confused, subject to conflicting emotions I suspect. He must have wanted her badly but that was conflicting with his revulsion at just using her. "Are you sure she wants this?" he asked again.

"Yes, absolutely. Do it all in one go, slowly but firmly."

He took a deep breath and squeezed some more KY onto his penis, rampant now at the thought of going back into that dark, tight tunnel. Then he put some more on her anus and rectum. He pointed his cock head at her rear tunnel, open now from his previous stretching of her anus, and looked at me.

I leaned close to Amy. "Touch yourself Amy and hold my hand. He's going to go all the way in two goes. When you're ready squeeze my hand."

She closed her eyes and I saw her other hand busily stroking her pussy and clit. After a few moments she squeezed and I nodded up to Mike. He took another deep breath, held her bottom still with both hands, and drove forward slowly but firmly halfway then out just a tiny bit to ease her muscle and then on again until I could see his thighs against her bottom.




Caroline Ch. 12.01



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

After a number of, I hope, hot episodes another quiet chapter. Again, I don't know anything about IVF so please remember that it is fantasy and that the IVF serves solely as plot development..

Non erotic

He woke us both in the morning with a, "Come on sleepy heads, breakfast is here in 15 minutes." We jumped up and had a very quick shower before the meal arrived. Loads like yesterday delivered by a very handsome waiter who flirted with Amy outrageously. After the meal we got dressed and about 10:30 Bernardo arrived.

"You look tired Mike," he said laughing, "had a busy weekend?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," Mike responded laughing with him.

He looked at me, "My, my, you look 'radiant' Lena. Marriage obviously agrees with you," and he laughed and gave me a kiss.

"You naughty man," I said laughing with him, "look Nardo, this is Amy, your new curator."

He gave a dashing bow and kissed her hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you Amy, I hope you will enjoy working for me."

I could see that she was impressed by him, well he has that way with women. I also noticed that he was impressed by her and I thought I ought to mention it to Mike. I didn't want us to introduce a succubus into their marriage so it might be pertinent to warn Sally.

She smiled back at him, "I'm sure it will be," she said shyly. 

"Nardo," said Mike, "we have to go to Amy's old bed-sit to pick up her things and settle the rent. You'll have to show him the way Amy. Come on, let's be off."

So off we went to Amy's bed-sit where Mike and Nardo saw to everything before Amy picked up her things. A pitiful few really, she told me later that she had sold nearly everything she had just to eat. Mike told me they gave the landlord a hard time for threatening Amy like that before they paid him off.

Now back to Nardo's villa. Jo and Guy were waiting for us as we arrived and she rushed into my arms as soon as I got out of the car.

"Oh Lena, I've missed you."

"Me too," I said with a little tear. I have said before, it's difficult for people who don't understand our relationship to realise how much this first separation meant to us. I thought it was obviously the prelude to a more permanent one when we got back home but it was the first.

"Hello f . . Mike," said Guy nearly letting slip.

"Ciao Guy, how are you two. Not too worn out I hope," he added smiling.

"No but you do look a bit tired, did you have a busy weekend?" Guy laughed back.

"Oh yes," Mike said looking at me, "I'm worn out. Amy, come and let me introduce you to Jo and Guy. Amy, this is Jo and her fiancé Guy. Jo, Guy, Amy."

Jo hugged and kissed her and Guy kissed her hand just like Nardo. "It's nice to meet you," said Jo, "I'm sure Lena will tell me all about you this afternoon." I think it was her way of telling Guy that we were going to be together this afternoon.

Nardo then rushed Amy off to meet Sally and we followed them into the kitchen where lunch was ready.

"Silvio and the boys have gone home," said Gianna who was helping get lunch, "so has Maria. They will all be back next Thursday for the wedding. I stayed to help out." She smiled now, much happier that her emotional relationship with Mike had been sorted out. "Weddings are such fun aren't they?"

Nardo was busy introducing Amy to everyone. Jo said her mum and dad had gone to stay with one of Nardo's friends in Florence for a few days because most of the arrangements for the wedding had been sorted.

So we all sat down for lunch, chatting about our wedding and the wedding to come. Jo seemed excited about the clinic on Tuesday. She was also excited because her period was due on Wednesday and she'd had no feelings yet so she thought she might be pregnant. That got me excited as well and we chattered away about it. Gianna was excited as well, another grandchild, well, I suppose two really because she almost saw me as a daughter. She didn't seem bothered about Jo being pregnant before the wedding, I suppose she was much more broadminded now.

After lunch Nardo and Guy left for town, Gianna looked after the children, and Mike and Sally started to show Amy around. They all knew where we were going!

I buttonholed Jo and said, "Come on, let's go upstairs. I want to make love to you, you know and to tell you all about the weekend. Oh Jo, it was fabulous, he took Viagra as a surprise."

"Viagra," she said shocked, "why?"

I smiled, "Well, he said it was his present for me. He kept going for ages Jo and he kept cumming," I laughed, "over and over again. Come on, I'll tell you all about it then you can tell me all about you and Guy. How many times did you do it, come on tell me," I said laughing at her.

"Five," she said smiling, "one in my mouth, two in my pussy, and two in my bottom. Come on, let's have a bath together, we've got ages until dinner time to enjoy ourselves."

We spent ages in the bath then the rest of the afternoon on the bed. We made love and talked about our men. I told her all about the Viagra and seducing Amy. She was amazed at how I had 'procured' her for Mike, and for me of course.

"She is a very attractive and sexy young woman," said Jo, "I could see that Guy was quite impressed, so was Bernardo I think."

"Mmm, that's the only thing I'm worried about," I said. "I don't want to be responsible for bringing in another woman into his marriage. Mike's going to have a word with Sally."

She laughed, "Well," she said, "you know Sally is very interested in our arrangement with our men so, you never know, if she's tiny bit attracted by Amy, she might be receptive. Amy is attractive to women I think, I certainly fancied her."

"Mmm, I think you might be right. Perhaps you ought to talk to her later on, just open her mind a little. I think she's quite broadminded isn't she, but I don't know whether she's ever, you know, been with another woman."

"No, perhaps not. Anyway we'll just have to see. Keep an eye on things for the next couple of weeks. I don't think that Amy realises quite how attractive she is. It's no wonder she said she had trouble with the men she worked for. I think you might have to talk to her as well." 

By now it was time to get dressed and go down for dinner. Guy and Bernardo were back and Bernardo was ribbing Mike and Sally about Amy. "I hope there wasn't any impropriety," he said laughing, "particularly in the bedrooms."

Sally blushed, blushed enough to make me think she might have been open to a bit of impropriety but she dug him in the ribs and told him to shut up. Amy blushed and looked at Mike. I was sure SHE wouldn't have minded any impropriety in the bedrooms with him. She was very hot for him, I could tell. It's amazing really, here he was, the oldest of three men, the other two very attractive in their own ways, and this lovely young woman couldn't take her eyes off him. They both noticed I'm sure. I spotted them looking at each other just a little shamefaced.

She grabbed his arm and said, "No, there wasn't any impropriety, was there Mike. He was the perfect gentleman," and she looked at me and smiled that sexy smile of hers, "unfortunately!"

Mike smacked her bottom lightly, "You are a minx just like those two," he said laughing over to us. Then, "Sally, for God's sake let's have dinner!"

We had a long meal together, full of fun and laughter. Amy took to the children straight away and they both seemed to love her. I caught both Bernardo and Sally looking at her in a calculating way. I thought that she would be quite happy here! After dinner I dragged Mike to a corner.

"Mike," I said, "I think you ought to mention to Sally that Nardo fancies Amy. I don't want there to be any problems."

"I did," he said, "she said she'd already noticed. She didn't seem to mind too much. Actually I think she may fancy Amy herself. Is it me or is Amy very attractive to women as well as men. She's even got Guy ogling her and Jo isn't very far behind."

"Mmm, I think she is. Mike, I don't think she realises just how attractive she is. She's dynamite you know. It must be that sort of oriental look she has, it does make her very, very beautiful."

"Well," he said, "I don't think there's anything we can do now, she's here and I suspect will stay so we'll just have to play it by ear."

"Jo is going to have a word with Sally," I said. "You know she's very interested in our arrangement so Jo's going to suggest that she might like to indulge with Amy. Do you know if Sally has, you know, been with a woman."

"No, I don't," he said, "I wouldn't be surprised though, she is a woman of the world, been to university in the States and all that. Anyway she is very broadminded so it might work. Hey, perhaps they'll turn into a ménage a trois?" 

"That would be good wouldn't it." Then I hugged him, "Enough about them, do you love me."

He smiled and held me tight, "You know I do, why?"

"Tomorrow," I said.

"Mmm, are you OK?"

"I'm excited and worried. I so hope everything will be OK. Don't leave me will you, stay with me all the time."

"Yes," he said, "I'll be there, don't worry. Come on, let's go to bed. I'm tired and you need a good nights sleep before tomorrow," and with that we bid everyone good night and went up to bed. Surprisingly, I slept quite well, cuddled up in his arms and soothed by his heartbeat.

Sally woke us in the morning with breakfast all ready downstairs. We showered together, and resisted making love by the way! Dressed and breakfasted with all the others. Then it was time to go. I was really nervous and Jo offered to come with me but I wanted to do this with Mike, only Mike, so she was very understanding.

I won't go into detail about the clinic just to say that Mike did stay with me all the time even when the doctors insisted he stay outside he scrubbed up and put on all the gear so he could hold my hand.

Afterwards I felt terrible. They warned me I would. It was the sudden shock to the system, they said. Even with the hormone tablets I still wasn't really ready. I would have to rest completely for a few days, possible a week. I'd probably be sick and feel very weak. Well that was true, I did. Mike was so concerned. They lectured him about sex, nothing intrusive for at least a month. A whole month! I felt so sad for him. And we had to come back in a fortnight.

Mike wheeled me out of the clinic in a wheelchair, I was so weak. As well as the weakness I was emotionally wrecked. The idea of a new life growing inside, oh dear, it was overwhelming. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Mike worried and fussed. I could see he was very cut up about the state I was in. On the drive back he was very quiet, quieter than usual, that meant he was probably planning something.

When we got back Jo was buzzing all around me, looking after me, making me eat a little bit, putting me to bed. I was so tired I slept the rest of the day. Mike came to bed quite early but he wouldn't use the bed. He insisted on sleeping on the settee so he wouldn't disturb me. I was too tired to argue but I felt a great love for him them, like a big warm ball inside me. I had this silly idea as I went to sleep that it was his baby inside me keeping me warm!

I felt a little better in the morning but not well enough to get up. This resulted in breakfast in bed, not that I ate much until Jo forced some toast down. That afternoon there was also a 'council of war' in the bedroom. Mike wanted to take me back to Villa Mimosa.

"Lena, you need to rest, put you feet up and get your strength. You can do it there."

"Mike's right Lena," said Jo, "I'll come up with you and look after you."

"No," I said, "it's not fair. You should be here getting ready for the wedding. Guy can't come up can he, he's too busy here. Anyway," I said whining a little bit, "I want to help and everything," I ended sniffling.

"Oh Lena," Mike said cuddling me, "I know but you can't, not like this. You can't traipse around shops and things. Oh darling one, you must rest. I know it's a bad time but you must." He was so intense, so worried about me and I knew he was right really but there were several things playing on my mind. Not least was what he would do for sex. I know it sounds silly but I was worried that he would go without. If Jo came he wouldn't would he but she couldn't really because of the wedding and she might be pregnant, then he wouldn't touch her anyway. That's why I was reluctant and I wanted to help choose her dress and everything.

I started to cry softly, you see my emotions were in a sort of turmoil as well. Mike looked around despairingly then Amy piped up.

"If it's all right with Mr. . . . . . . . . ., I'll come up if you want," she said looking at Mike and me.

"Call me Bernardo," Nardo said, "I can't stand all this formality. Of course I don't mind, if it helps. Lena, what do you say. Amy can look after you."

Mmm, I thought, she can look after Mike as well. "But what about your dress Jo, and mine. Oh I so much wanted to help you choose it," I whined. Luckily everyone was very considerate and didn't tell me off but I realised I was being a little childish.

"Lena," Jo said smiling, "I'll just have choose my dress myself won't I? I'm sure that Gianna and Sally will help and we'll choose yours as well." Then turning to Mike, "How long will you go for?"

"About a week I should think. That's how long the clinic suggested she rest for."

"Look Lena," Jo said, "I can choose your dress and you can get measured on Thursday week. If you really don't like it we'll just about have enough time to change it before Saturday. Come on, you know you need the rest, for the baby's sake." Well that did it of course, as she knew it would.

"OK," I said fairly ungraciously, I wasn't feeling well was I? "I'll go, but only if Amy can come."

Mike looked at me with his blue eyes. He could read me like a book and he knew just what I was thinking, I was sure. "Nardo," he said, "is it OK?"

"Of course Mike. Sally and Jo have been out all day shopping for clothes for her so she's well prepared. You go Lena and have a nice rest and we'll all see you looking well next Wednesday."

So it was settled. Jo packed for me, Amy packed for herself, and Mike packed his own stuff. We left straight away with speedy goodbyes. I must admit I slept for most of the journey back to Villa Mimosa but when we got there I knew it was the right thing to do. I always loved the Villa, as I've said. So tranquil and, even at this late time of year, beautiful. When we arrived I tried to sort out the sleeping arrangements. Amy was going to take care of his needs. I could see she was quite happy to do that. Him, silly man, hadn't really noticed, he was too worried about me. I should have know him better shouldn't I.

"Right," I said when we got upstairs, with some difficulty I might add, I was still very weak. "I'll have the second bedroom. Mike, you and Amy can have the main one."

He looked at me askance, then at Amy. She had a big smile on her face like the cat who got the cream. Oh, she wanted him badly! He's such a lovely man, he hadn't noticed!

"Lena, no. I'm staying with you."

"It's all right, I'll be OK. You sleep with Amy."

Now his eyes flashed steel and I knew he wouldn't. "No," he said flatly. "I'm sorry Amy, this must sound bad, but I'm not leaving Lena to sleep alone while she's like this. You do understand don't you."

She smiled at him and nodded, not very convincingly, "Off course I do, you love her don't you?" He didn't seem to notice her reluctance, focussed as he was, on me. 

Then his eyes regained their soft blueness, "Yes, more than you could ever imagine"

That made me cry, "I only want you to be looked after," I said crying.

He hugged me tight, "I know," he said, "when you are better. Amy, I am sorry. Look, errrrmmm, I do, you know, errrrmmm."

She laughed, "Yes, I do know and I understand," and she pecked him on the cheek as she regained her confidence after his refusal. 

"Look," he said, "I'm going to move the single bed in here, push the beds together and we can all sleep in here. How about that?" he said to me.

I smiled sadly, "I don't think I'm up to a threesome just at the moment," I said, "but you two can if you want."

He laughed, "Lena, you are incorrigible. No, I don't want sex," he said to us both seriously, "I'm too worried about you Lena. That's all I have on my mind at the moment. Come on, lets me and Amy unpack the car before we get dinner. You just rest, that's what we're here for." So we had a nice meal that evening and I went to bed early happy in the knowledge that they would both be there beside me.

I felt a bit better on Thursday but still very weak and emotionally confused. Mike was so solicitous, looking after my every need. Amy busied herself with housework and preparing food as we settled into domesticity. It was nice in the afternoon so Mike carried me, he wouldn't let me walk, down to the patio so I could soak up some of the late autumn sun. It was a quiet day and by the end of it I felt a lot better.

Friday morning I did feel much better. My emotions seemed to have stabilised, I now longer felt the need to cry for no reason. Something which had seriously worried Mike. Now I felt happy, secure, and loved because he was still so caring. I also had come to terms with the baby. It's difficult to explain really but they had just put it there and it takes some getting used to because it doesn't happen in the normal way. I know it's silly but I did feel now that everything was all right, the embryo was healthy and growing. I suppose it's that period of stability that you need to settle everything down. I was still feeling very weak however, although stronger than before and I wanted to get out, get back on my feet.

"Mike," I said after breakfast, "can we go to Bella this lunchtime, I think I can manage down to the harbour." There was a little harbour just down the hill and we could get a boat to the island from there. "We can have lunch at the Empryo." That is a lovely restaurant in the hotel there.

He looked concerned, "Are you sure you're up to it Lena. You don't want to overstretch too soon."

I smiled softly at him, happy at his concern, "Mmm," I said, "if I rest this morning I think I'll be OK. Anyway, I've got this big, strong man who can help me if I need it," I laughed.

"Do you two want to go alone," said Amy.

"Of course not," he said, "Lena, we want Amy to come don't we."

I reached up for her and pecked her cheek, "Of course we do." Then I looked at them both suggestively and said laughing, "We need to build her up for the coming trial don't we?" She blushed and dropped her eyes. He looked rather sheepish. "I'm all right, honestly Mike. I'm still a bit tired but I feel much better now and I want to get out, go for a short walk, please." 

He smiled and weakened, "OK," he said, "but you tell me if you feel tired." Then he laughed, "There might be two of you now but I can still carry you back."

"Kiss me," I said, "and tell me you love me." So he did!

I did manage OK and lunch was lovely. Both Amy and I flirted with the waiters. They all knew me quite well but Amy was new. It was right as Mike said, she seemed to have a tremendous appeal to Italian men. We were served by every waiter in the restaurant over the course of the meal. Of course Mike flirted outrageously with the waitress there, a lovely young woman, about 22 I suppose. She loved it, just another example of his appeal to younger women. Amy got at least two propositions over lunch, both of which she declined saying she already had a man and nodding at Mike. All the waiters knew Mike and my relationship, now they looked at him in admiration, and some degree of envy I might add, as it was obvious he had the two of us. As for Amelia, the waitress, she was looking at him with unashamed lust. I was glad he wasn't really aware of just how attractive he was to women of my age. I didn't think he could manage to tackle them all!




Caroline Ch. 12.01



I was tired after lunch and needed his help up the hill to the villa but I felt a lot better for the outing. We had all enjoyed ourselves a lot and I think I had convinced Mike that I was on the way to recovery. Mike went out fishing on the lake with some friends in the afternoon and Amy and I had a chat about him.

"He loves you very much doesn't he?"

I smiled, "Yes he does. I'm very lucky really." She looked a bit sad. "What is it?" 

"I suppose I'm a bit jealous. I thought I'd found the right bloke with John but he was a bastard really, just using me for somewhere to sleep. He conned me something rotten, even screwed my friend in my bed. That's why I was off men a bit. I hadn't been with anyone for months before Sunday. I just wish I could find a man of my own." She smiled, "I don't suppose there are many like him about but I would settle for something similar."

I cuddled her, "You'll find your own man you know, you are very attractive. You have quite an effect on men, and on women."

She looked surprised, "I never thought so."

"Oh you do," I laughed, "why do you think you had so much trouble. You're very, very sexy."

"Really?"

"Mmm, Bernardo noticed and so did Guy and that's something of an achievement at the moment, he's totally into Jo." Then I decided it was time to talk about Bernardo and Sally. "Amy, what did you think of Bernardo?"

"I don't know really, he's not handsome in that kind of way is he but he's so rugged I suppose. He has such a presence, a strong personality."

"Did you like him?"

"You mean? Like that?"

"Yes, did you fancy him?"

"Errrrmmm, I'm not sure really. He's very nice. I don't think I thought of him like that, you know, he's my boss now isn't he?"

"Yes, he is but he fancies you, you know, he couldn't take his eyes off you most of the time. Didn't you feel it."

Now she showed her naiveté. "Well, I knew he was looking at me but I thought that was just because I was going to work for him."

I laughed, "Oh Amy, I'm not surprised you get into so much trouble. His eyes were devouring you, you'll have to fight him off you know."

"Oh." Then she got serious, "Oh dear, should I stay, him being married and everything?"

"Of course you should. Look, you're adult enough to keep him at bay but you know you are very attractive to women as well?"

She looked shocked at this, "No, really?" she said preening herself.

I laughed at her, "Amy, stop preening. Yes you are attractive to women you know that, don't be silly. I fancied you the moment I saw you and I can tell that Jo did as well, she told me so later. I think that Sally was quite attracted to you as well and I know she is interested in the arrangement that Jo and I have with Mike and Guy so everything may be all right."

"What do you mean?" Oh dear, she was so naïve at that time.

"I mean that you might have them both, you know like Sunday with me and Mike. How would you like a ménage a trois?"

"A what?"

"A ménage a trois. It's French for a 'household of three' dopey," I said laughing. Her eyes opened wide. "Look just play it by ear and see how it goes. No one can force you can they and they are a lovely couple." I looked at her long and hard, "You could do worse than him you know, he is a very, very attractive man."

She smiled remembering him I suspect, and now seeing him in a new light, "Yes, he is, isn't he," she said almost to herself. "Sally is nice as well, I liked her straight away."

"There you are. Everything will be all right, don't you worry. Now, I'm going to tell Mike to sleep with you tonight, do you want him?"

She looked somewhat shamefaced, "Is it that obvious?"

I smiled, "Yes, I'm afraid it is. He hasn't noticed." She looked sad. "Oh," I said, "that's not because he doesn't want you, it's because he's worried about me. He does want you, I know. So, is it all right? I don't want to 'set him off' as it were if you don't want it."

"Oh Lena, I'm sorry, but yes I do want him." She was nearly in tears now. "I thought he didn't want me, you know, on Wednesday when you suggested it. It's difficult to explain really. He is so NICE Lena, kind, gentle. The way he looks after you, the way he loves you. And I owe him so much. Oh, I know you don't want him to know I feel like that but I do. I owe you both so much, that's why I offered to come up here with you, it was a way of saying thank you for all you've done." She smiled, "I think that Joanna knew I fancied him still because she made me buy some special 'bedroom' underwear. A lovely red set, and a very sexy black one. She said he would like them a lot."

I knew the type of sets she was talking about and, yes, he would like them a lot! "Don't be silly," I said smiling, "I don't mind you wanting him, you've already been with him haven't you, so how can I mind. Have him tonight and every night if you want. He can't have me for a month, until we get the OK from the clinic and you won't get the chance when we get back," I laughed, "you might as well take advantage but I want you both to come into my room afterwards, I don't want to sleep alone and I don't think he will let me. You don't mind that do you?"

She smiled, "How could I. I know he won't leave you alone." She hugged me and gave me a kiss, "Thank you," she said, "thank you for sharing him. He's the first real man I've had. Now I know the difference."

With that we spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about men and things. She told me all about college and about John, the one she thought was right, and I told her about Jo and me again, and about Guy. Well not all about him of course.

Mike came back about 5 clutching three brown trout he had caught, as proud as punch. Men are funny aren't they, I suppose it's the hunter instinct coming to the fore. "We can have these for dinner," he said proudly.

"Only if you prepare them," we both said together.

He laughed, "I guessed as much. I'll get dinner tonight, you two have a rest." With that, off he went into the kitchen. Amy followed a little later to do the starter and dessert. We always ate well at the Villa, lots of fresh food, fish, and meat and fruit. I was feeling so happy now. I felt better, a lot better after our outing today and I was emotionally stable now. I was pleased that Mike was going to be 'looked after' tonight and that I had talked to Amy about Nardo and Sally. It had been a good day for 'little miss Machiavelli'!

The day ended with a lovely meal, the trout were delicious served with a delicate salad and potatoes. Amy's starter and dessert were good as well and we sat down afterwards to chat. I was pleased to see that Mike hadn't drunk very much either, mind he'd hardly drunk anything since we came. I suspect he wanted to keep a clear head in case anything happened to me. We sat together and I cuddled up to him, resting my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Amy sat opposite watching us with a soft smile.

After a while I said, "Amy, why don't you make some coffee," and I gave her an outrageous wink.

"Mmm, good idea," she said and left for the kitchen.

I looked up then kissed him, "I want you to have her tonight," I said firmly, "and she wants you. I'm not taking no for an answer. I'm feeling much better now and you can both come into my bedroom when you've finished."

He looked a bit shocked at my directness and he wasn't about to give in without a struggle. "What about you, on your own in there. I'm not happy with that," he said gruffly.

"Oh Mike, I really am better now. I don't feel sad and I'm not half as tired as I was. They said at the clinic all I needed was rest and you've looked after me so well." I pouted, "You can't have me and I can't have you getting frustrated and Amy wants you, please."

He gave in, well I'm not surprised really, he did fancy her didn't he and he is a man but I didn't mind. "I love you," he said, "are you sure. You know how I feel about endangering our love."

"You won't," I said, "I know you love me and I love you so what does it matter who you sleep with. I want you to make love to her, show her how a real man can make a woman feel. That's it, make a woman out of her, she's just a girl now, like I was. Kiss me then I'm going up to bed. You can seduce her here on the settee," I whispered, "then she can get ready upstairs. She knows how to prepare everywhere," I added knowingly. He kissed me long and hard and I went upstairs.

I asked Mike to write up his time at the Villa with Amy about a month later so I could keep it with all these other papers about my life so he's going to tell you how they got on.

Hope you enjoyed this interim chapter. Votes and comments always welcome.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 12.02



(Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! Contains firstly oral, then later oral, straight, and anal.

Mike's Tale

Mike and Amy at the Villa Mimosa

I'm writing this some time after the event. Lena wanted to collect all these pieces together so she could remember the past when she was older. She added to them all the time. A little maudlin I know but I understand why she wanted to do it and it is fun for all of us to write up these little liaisons.

Before talking about Amy, however, I ought to explain how I felt at that time. I've told Lena but it won't hurt to write it all down. You see, I've always been rather in awe of pregnancy. It's such a wonderful and strange thing to me, a man. All those changes in a woman's body, it must be interesting to say the least and quite frightening.

I'm afraid I have not been a 'modern man' about this. I didn't see any of my daughters born, although I was there holding Patricia's hand for two of them but I didn't actually watch the 'sharp' end. Look, it hurts and it's painful and I'm the one who caused it. I can't explain it but I couldn't watch the women I love in such pain all caused by me. I know it's natural and all that but, there you are, it's the way I feel. The other thing is that both the women who have born my children have had a bad time. 

My youngest daughter Jane nearly killed Patricia, that's why we never had any more and Gianna had a very bad time with Guy, only Guy mind you, so it might well only be MY kids. So when Lena was properly pregnant after the clinic and feeling so bad I was in a bit of a state about her: in a bit of a panic. You know how I felt about her then (still do of course, and will as long as I live), I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her and, despite the fact that childbirth is a natural event, a number of women do die. Silly to think like that I know because it was unlikely but that was me at the time.

I just wanted to get Lena away from the hustle and bustle of Nardo's villa and the wedding preparations. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist getting involved and she really did need to rest, both for her sake and the baby's so I was determined to get her to Mimosa as soon as I could. I would have liked Jo to have come as well to look after her but that would have been unfair. She was busy with the wedding and Guy was really being put through the mill by Nardo who had introduced him into the business at the deep end. Well, said Nardo, now he was going to be a married man he needed an income! 

I ought also to say that nothing was further from my mind than sex at that time. The whole focus of my mind was on getting Lena better as soon as possible. I was quite surprised when Amy offered to come with us. I didn't mind going on my own with Lena, I could look after her OK but I was pleased that Amy did offer as it gave me a second string, as it were, if anything went wrong. Luckily Jo managed to persuade Lena that she wouldn't miss out too much on the preparations and she agreed. Mind, I would probably have insisted anyway but it was better she was happy with the arrangement. The thing was, she was always so happy at Mimosa, it had such wonderful memories, even that early in our marriage.

All this is by way of explaining my surprise and reluctance at Lena's suggestion that Amy and I sleep in the main bedroom. There was NO WAY I was going to leave her alone at night, even if I had to sleep on the floor and, to be truthful, the thought of sex while she was like that never entered my mind. I didn't realise immediately that Amy was quite upset by my reluctance, you see, I wasn't really noticing her, all my attention was focussed on Lena. Had it not been I would have noticed her green lights I suppose but I didn't until Lena started crying after I said I loved her. Then I realised I had upset Amy but I was still so concerned about Lena. I tried to undo some of the damage by moving the spare bed into the room so we could all sleep together and it seemed to work.

As Lena has said, she slowly got better and by Friday she appeared to have regained much of her strength, enough so I felt able to leave her alone with Amy. I guessed they wanted to chat and I suspected, about me. That's not arrogance by the way, Lena liked talking about the two men in her life, especially to other women. I knew Lena wouldn't leave it, she wanted Amy and me to get it together after all. I must admit that, as Lena felt better, I did begin to notice Amy.

Look, I'm a man and she is a very attractive woman indeed, more so than she realises. In addition she is very like one of my favourite glamour models/adult movie stars. I'll explain.

Before I met Lena I spent quite a bit of time on-line surfing for pictures of girls, porn, all that. I don't apologise for that, frankly I needed it. Without the release of masturbation I'd probably have gone off my rocker. I used to download sets of pictures of glamour models and porn films, only those about anal sex to be honest. Nothing violent or out of the ordinary because I wasn't fond of much else. One of my favourite models was a Eurasian girl name Jade Hsu. She'd left the movie scene and was a dancer but there were quite a few glamour shot sets of her and she really pressed all my buttons.

She was slim, very slim without being skinny, with the most wonderful bottom. Tiny, not like the big bottoms I usually liked, but beautifully shaped. Her boobs were small but gorgeous with pierced nipples and her face, well, wonderful with great big brown almond eyes. She was lovely and I spent many an hour 'looking' at her pictures. Well, when I first saw Amy I was quite taken aback because she was very like Jade. Slim, perhaps a little taller though it was difficult to tell, and with the same exquisite shape, her bottom if anything even better. Her face was wonderful, slightly more Japanese than Jade, who was part Korean I think, but with the same wonderful shape and eyes.

I don't know what it is about Eurasian women but they seem to do something to certain men and I'm one of them so I was very taken by Amy. Taken but I was just married to the woman I loved and I didn't think anything more of her other than she was a pretty girl. I did notice that Lena liked her as well, but that wasn't unusual, she often fancied other women but she seldom did anything about it. Lena never minded me looking at other women, she said I was a man and she expected it anyway, I didn't mind men looking at her which was the same thing anyway so we joked about Amy afterward.

I was flabbergasted when she suggested 'getting' Amy for me, I didn't know what to say. Yes, I wanted her, of that there was no doubt, but, well, you know, I was there with Lena, my wife. Then she, sort of insisted, she wanted her too. I laugh at the thought now, it was her surprise for me. Well, it certainly was a surprise and a good one too. It was a very, very enjoyable afternoon. But here I should say something about Viagra. Yes, it keeps you going and you can have a number of orgasms but they aren't the same, at least they don't feel the same to me. It's as if the Viagra is making love to the women, not me. I honestly prefer to 'keep my powder dry' and hold off for as long as I can. That way seems to be more real, more enjoyable. I'm saying this now, Lena already knows and she knew I would use it very rarely in the future, because it indicates how I saw Amy. It was almost as if we hadn't been together. Silly I know, but that's how I felt about her.

Now Lena had manoeuvred me into position just as she usually did. Who could mind, I don't, I enjoy being 'arranged' by Lena, it usually leads to good things, and she'd been very specific. I was to seduce Amy and 'make a woman' of her. I laughed to myself, I thought I'd already done that but I suppose it is different when there are three of you. So, I thought to myself, how to play this. Forcefully, I decided. Not too much, just let her know I was in control.

When she came in with the coffee she looked around and said, "Where's Lena?"

I smiled at her and took her body in, she was truly lovely dressed in a light summer skirt and a soft blouse. She wore very little make up, she didn't need any really and she looked lovely. She couldn't look at me now and blushed all over, well I assume all over because her legs reddened as well as her face. Now is was in the driving seat, she knew exactly what was on my mind!

"She's gone to bed," I said smiling again, "so we can be alone." 

She looked at me now demurely, "Why?" Minx, I thought, you know why!

"So I can make love to you," I said still fixing her with my eyes, "if you want me to." Now she looked away again, shy and still blushing. "Come and sit next to me," I said softly but with a degree of command. She moved slowly across the room as if she wanted to but didn't, if you know what I mean, and sat next to me right on the edge of the seat. Her hands were resting on her lap and her head bowed; I could feel the tension in her body. I turned to face her and gently put my finger under her chin, lifting her head and turning it to face me.

"Do you want to?" I whispered softly.

She fixed me with her devastatingly beautiful eyes and whispered, "Oh yes, oh yes." So I bent my head and kissed her lips, putting my arms around her as she came to me. We kissed like that for a while then I began to kiss her neck and, pushing her blouse to one side, her shoulder blade. Amy was purring softly while I did this, just staying very still and enjoying my mouth on her body. My hand started to undo the buttons on her blouse, my mouth following as I bowed my head to kiss and lick down her chest to her cleavage. I finished undoing all the buttons and gently pulled to blouse to one side then, with a tiny bit of help from Amy, took it off altogether. God she was beautiful, The plain bra tenderly nursed her boobs, small but just the right size for me at this moment now, however, I wanted to get more comfortable.

Look, I can't see the point of making love to a woman on a settee when you have a bed available. A woman's body should be cosseted, admired, caressed. To me it is the most beautiful thing on this planet and I want to be able to enjoy all of it, the soft mound of petulant a breast, the overwhelmingly sensuous rise of a stomach leading down to that small mount of pleasure. And the curves, how can any man not admire the way a woman's hips leave her waist and join her legs. Sorry, I mustn't digress, but I wanted to enjoy Amy and I was better able to do that, and for her to enjoy me enjoying her, if we were on a bed. So, with some effort I might add, I picked her up in my arms and carried her upstairs. I've found that this does something to women, usually makes them even more sexy and in Amy's case I think it did. She rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes as my arms held her close. This is a marvellous feeling and, if you haven't tried it, do. Mind, make sure you can pick them up beforehand and stairs can be a bit of a bind!

I took her to the main bedroom, noticing on the way, that the door to the second bedroom was closed. I guessed that was Lena's way of telling me to get on with it. Well I wanted to but, well I didn't. I really wanted to be in there making love to her but I'd have to wait for that and Amy was so attractive and Lena had said OK. I laid her down on the bed and she looked up at me doe-eyed as I took my clothes off down to my shorts. She watched my every move, her eyes following my hands and examining my body. Occasionally her tiny tongue would poke from her mouth to wet her lips as if she was savouring the flavour of something. Looking down at her like this was very erotic. He bra was small, only just covering her breasts, and I could imagine a similar pair of panties only just covering her sex. I wanted to make love to her now so I knelt next to her, bent my head and kissed her lips. She must have been getting hotter all the time because she grabbed my head a pulled me down roughly causing our mouths to crush together. Then her tongue was in my mouth, phew, dancing with mine. I thought I was in control!

I wanted to kiss her now, all over, so I pulled away and stroked her hair, "You're a very beautiful woman," I whispered in her ear, "I want to love you." 

She took a deep breath and moaned, "Oh please, please, yes. Love me."

I kissed her cheeks, her beautiful eyes, her nose, her ears. I stroked her hair before I moved to her neck. Such a beautiful neck, slim and graceful. I kissed down and to her shoulders, covering her with my mouth and tongue: trying to taste her, the essence of her. This is a wonderful endeavour you know, kissing a woman all over. How lucky we men are to have women!

I covered her boobs with my hands and gently massaged. I'm not a 'breast' man really not being fond of big chested woman but I do like smaller, more perfectly formed breasts. That's why I love Lena's so much. Amy's were smaller, small but perfectly formed, well perfectly as far as I am concerned. I massaged for a little while then reached behind, undid the clasp, and removed the bra. What a sight, I love this and those piercings! I'd never encountered pierced nipples before and now I found it very erotic. Today she was wearing tiny rings, gold I think, and they looked fantastic. Her nipples weren't erect so I set to work on these beautiful examples of womanhood.

First I kissed the upper parts of both boobs, using my fingers to stimulate the nipples tenderly. I wasn't sure whether the piercings hurt so I whispered to Amy, "Does it hurt when I pull the rings?"

"No," she said throatily, "do it, I like it."

So I gently pulled the nipple rings, lifting her tiny nipples away from her breasts. "Oh yes," she moaned, "yes, I like that. Harder, you can pull harder."

I did and her nipples stiffened. I let go and took one in my mouth, strange with the ring attached but nice, and sucked quite hard. Then to the other one. They tasted of her, wonderful! By now both nipples were standing proud, smaller than Lena's they still looked large on her small boobs and I pulled on the rings causing a sigh from Amy. I continued kissing and caressing her breasts all over, paying particular attention to the nipples. Then I moved to the underneath. Lena always says that this is the most sensitive part of her breasts. I love kissing her there, well any woman really, but her best. Next I concentrated on covering the whole area with my mouth and tongue while tweaking her nipples and pulling the rings lightly. I looked up momentarily at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling. I heard a soft murmuring, like a cat purring, as she relaxed in the pleasure I was giving her.

Time now to examine beneath the skirt. My mouth moved downwards across her wonderfully flat stomach with the tiny indentation of her button in the middle. My tongue explored there and she pushed herself on to me.

"Mmm," I heard her mumble, "Mmm, yessss."

I unhooked her skirt and, as she lifted her bottom, dragged it over her legs. She was wearing a sort of thong/panty. Just a triangle of material covering her sex and tiny straps going over her hips, God it was sexy! I couldn't resist biting her there so I moved my head down and covered as much of the cloth as I could with my mouth and bit, gently of course.

"Nnng, nnng, nnng," was the response from Amy as her hips thrust her sex into my face. So I bit some more. Oh the taste, the flavour of her. I'm afraid I usually like my sex rather clean, you know, shower and everything, although I don't mind the full flavour sometimes, and now she tasted so sweet. Her perspiration, I suppose mixed with her natural scent and juices tasted great so I kept on biting her sex through the cloth and sucking. That wasn't enough for me however, just then I was hooked on the taste of her so I quickly pulled the thong down and went to work on her pussy. I usually take much more time to get to the nub of the matter, as it were, but I really had got the flavour of her.

I parted her legs and climbed in between. I knew I was going to bring her to orgasm this way and I was going to taste her bottomhole as well, even though she hadn't prepared I wanted my tongue deep inside her anus. I moved my head down to her sex and savoured the smell of her. I can't compare it to anything other than to say it was heady in the extreme. She must have been leaking all the while I was attending to her boobs because she was quite wet there. I started licking her neatly trimmed pubic hair, pulling it gently with my teeth, before I moved down to her sex. This was tiny. It didn't seem big enough to open for a penis, even a small one, yet I knew it had for mine. I opened the lips of her vagina gently and licked the inside, tasting her essence. Parting the lips even more I delved deeper to the inner folds coated with juices in her highly aroused state. I could dimly hear her moaning now as she began to move her hips and sex against my face.

Lifting my head slightly I focussed on her clit, that tiny 'little man' sitting there awaiting attention. First my tongue flicked it a few times. This resulted in an even louder series of moans and a writhing of her hips.

"Oh fuck yes, lick me there. Bite me. Oh shit." I sucked her clit, grown quite large now, and softly bit it. That was it. She went off like a rocket.

"Aaaaggghhhh," was all I heard before my head was sandwiched by her legs coming together. Then her hands on my head pushing me into her sex with her hips thrust up. I worked my mouth and tongue on her there as best I could, primarily because I could hardly move, let alone breath. Not that I minded, I love the experience of a woman climaxing. I just wished in could see her face, but then I would a bit later!

Her orgasm seemed to go on for a long time before she finally released me. I crawled up level with her, "Well?" I said.

She looked somewhat abashed, "Oh Mike, I'm sorry. That was sooooo good. No one's ever made me feel like that." She hugged me tightly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I kissed her mouth, "Taste yourself," I smiled at her, "you taste wonderful."

"But, but, I haven't, you know . . ."

I laughed, "Yes I know but you still taste great." I kissed her again and moved away. "Turn over," I said.

She looked a bit apprehensive. "I won't take your bottom tonight," I said, "perhaps, if you want, tomorrow. I just want to kiss you."

She looked shy and a bit shocked but she turned over. I knelt up and looked down at her wonderful body. So different from Lena and Jo. Slimmer, leaner, and longer somehow, with a small and perfectly formed bottom. Looking down at her I was amazed that I had had all of myself inside her only a few days ago, she was so small. The memory was good and I was going to go there again only this time it would be me not the Viagra in charge. But not tonight. Tonight I was just going to pleasure her, taste her bottom, so I started to kiss her shoulders and run my hands down her body and over her soft cheeks. I love the feeling of my hands on a woman's body enjoying the shape, the softness. Then to kiss her spine and run my tongue along the whole length, stopping at her anal valley. Before very long she was almost purring again, delicately pushing her bottom towards me as if urging me to use my mouth and tongue on her bottomhole.

I opened her legs and knelt between, looking straight down at this wonderful sight before me. With one hand on each side of her bottom I began to massage her cheeks delicately, my thumbs stroking the inside of her legs where they joined her bottom. The soft silkiness of her skin was out of this world as my thumbs brushed this tender area. She seemed to be enjoying this attention as she turned her head and looked back at, "That's nice," she said, "but will you lick me there like before, please?"




Caroline Ch. 12.02



I smiled and nodded, I certainly would. My hands stilled and my thumbs parted her cheeks opening her anus ever so slightly. I bent forward and my tongue lightly nudged her, oh so tight, opening and licked around the rim. The taste was slightly bitter, she hadn't prepared obviously but, like most women I have known, she showered regularly and was scrupulously clean. It was a heady feeling and I revelled in it. I licked across her anus, up and down the valley between her cheeks right down to the back of her sex, teasing her perineum, that sensitive area on both sexes. Now back to anus to probe even further. I lifted my head, "Open for me," I said as she looked back wide-eyed, "open for my tongue tonight."

I looked at her bottom and I could see her anus relaxing and opening even more. She had good control even at that early stage of her anal experiences. I bent forward again and my tongue sought entry to her tight back passage, coating the entrance with saliva as I licked past the ring and inside. Dirty I know but how sexy, how exciting. Even more exciting because I knew that tomorrow I would enter this dark tunnel with my throbbing cock. I've said before that sex is mostly in the mind and I find this looking forward to such an act intensely erotic.


My tongue was tight inside her rectum now, rimming the inside of her anus as she pushed her bottom into my face. I rolled my tongue into a tiny penis and began to fuck her tight little star. Back and forth, back and forth. 

"Oh fuck yes, do that, do that, oh fuck yes," was all I heard as she pushed her bottom even harder onto my face. I reached under with my hand and found her clit, pinching it gently between two fingers and easing my thumb into her vagina.

"Aaaaggghhhh, oh fuck I'm cumming. Don't stop please, Aaaaggghhhh," she sighed as her orgasm overtook her. She thrust back really hard jamming my tongue even further inside her. It was glorious. To bring a sexy young woman to orgasm by using your tongue on her bottom is fantastic. And she certainly had cum!

I didn't let her down quickly, continuing to rim her bottomhole and work my fingers and thumb in her sex. This must have prolonged her orgasm tremendously because she was writhing in front of me, moaning and litany of, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," over and over again. I finally let her come down from her high moving up level with her as she turned over to face me. She grabbed my head in her hand and kissed my lips quite hard, pushing her tongue between. Pulling away she said, "Now I want to suck your cock like Lena showed me. Is that all right?"

I smiled at her eagerness, "Mmm," I said, "be careful or I'll fill your mouth with spunk," I said.

"Good, I want you to. Do you want to cum in my mouth?"

Well, yes I did. Tomorrow I was going to explore her pussy and her bottom, tonight I wanted her mouth but I knew that she was new to taking cum in her mouth and I didn't want to turn her off. 

"Yes, I'd love to but are you sure."

She smiled her sexy smile, "Oh yes, I'm sure. After what you've just done to me you can do ANYTHING you like."

Oh how the beast rises when a nubile young woman says this to me. What I imagined doing to her in those few moments it took me to respond doesn't bear thinking about. Are we are all subject to these totally obscene desires. Obscene in as much as they are generally about debasing the other, hurting, causing pain at one's own whim, power I suppose. I suspect these feelings are more to do with that power rather than sex. Such desires are far from the love, the care, and the tenderness that should exist between man and woman. So, I put them behind me, as I have always done except for those very few very frightening occasions in the past.

I smiled at her softly, "I don't want to do ANYTHING to you," I said, "I want to make love to you just as I make love to Lena."

She looked slightly embarrassed at my response but smiled and kissed me, "I'll suck you then," she said as she kissed my face. She was quite experienced in kissing however, because she started on my neck and ears, nibbling my lobes. Now, as Lena has said, this I do enjoy.

"Mmm, that's good," I said and I pulled her face back to kiss her. Now she moved across my chest. I could feel her boobs rubbing against my body in that sensuous fashion. In fact I could feel all of her body as she draped herself across me and began to nibble at my nipples with her perfect teeth. I like this as well but she didn't stay long, she seemed to want to get to my erection, now fairly strong! Across my stomach her mouth and tongue ventured until her teeth found my pubic hair. Like Lena she started to pull the hairs gently with her teeth, sometimes nibbling at the base. Her hand took hold of my penis and gently masturbated me as her mouth began to kiss the bottom. Her other hand cradled my balls squeezing, oh so gently, and occasionally stroking my perineum with her fingers.

"Oh shit Amy, suck it please," I said. She was certainly prolonging the foreplay!

She looked up at me, smiled and licked her lips sexily before she opened her mouth and covered the head of my cock. Oh fuck, the warmth, the wetness, and the washing of her tongue. I nearly came straight away but, thankfully, I managed to hold on.

"Mmm, keep it there," I said as I began to move my hips, thrusting into her mouth. She seemed happy to oblige, forming her mouth into a small 'O' that clung to my cock as it moved back and forth. Her tongue found the tiny pee hole and I felt her suck the pre-cum from inside me, almost like a small orgasm. She looked up, taking her mouth from me, smiled and swallowed her first offering. I was hot now, it wouldn't be long I was sure and I was quite excited.

"Suck it Amy, I'm going to fill your mouth with white nectar. Are you ready."

She took me back into her mouth, almost half inside, nodded her head, and sucked pulling her mouth along my cock as she did. That was enough!

"Oh fuck, here it comes," I said as I started to cum. I don't cum in 'buckets' any more but it had been a few days and there was quite a lot. And it arrived with some force! I must have filled her mouth quickly and I suspect she hadn't quite got the knack of swallowing it so she pulled off me and took a few shots on her face. I don't usually cum on Lena's face, I think it's demeaning and I don't like doing it to the one I love more than anything but there is something of the beast about it. Seeing the pulses hit your woman in the face, seeing spunk dribbling from her mouth as she struggles to swallow it. But enough of that! I don't last very long any more, the vibrancy of youth has deserted me, but I think there was enough to satisfy Amy because she sat up rather quickly and looked at me. She'd been well trained by Lena hadn't she because she opened her mouth to show me my cum, swirled her tongue around the gooey mass, and swallowed. Then she used her fingers to wipe the remainder from her face and sucked it from them.

I sat up and reached for her, kissing her full on the lips. I don't mind doing this, it is my spunk after all. If my woman can swallow it so can I so I don't mind tasting it.

"That was good," I whispered in her ear, "so good that tomorrow I'm going to fuck your arse for you. Do you want me to do that."

She looked at me coyly, terribly sexy now with tiny bits of cum on her face. "I said you could do ANYTHING didn't I and I meant it so fucking my arse is fine," and she smiled that sexy smile she had and licked her lips.

I laughed at her, "Amy darling," I said, "you are one very sexy lady."

"And you are one very sexy man," she replied laughing.

I held her tightly and, after a few moments, whispered, "Come on, lets shower and go to bed."

"I don't need to shower," she said seriously, "I'll keep the taste and feel of you all night."

I kissed her again, "OK, let's join Lena." So we quietly crept next door and slid into bed. I was pleased that Lena was asleep, how she trusts me! I did feel a little bit guilty although I knew she wanted me to make love to Amy and I was happy to snuggle up to her as she lay on her side. She must have felt me in her sleep because she pushed back and turned her head to lay on my shoulder. I hugged her as much as I could and thanked whatever God there is for allowing me to know this wonderful woman, my wife and the mother of my child. I'm afraid I forgot Amy in those few moments before sleep, my mind was on my love.

I was awoken in the morning by Lena nibbling my ear and chuckling. She was back to herself.

"Well?" she said laughing at my surprise, "how was she?"

I looked around for Amy, "It's all right, she's gone to make breakfast so you can tell me all about it. Mind," she said laughing, "you'd better tell me everything because I'll ask Amy later."

I looked at her face, no make-up and just woken from sleep. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"I love you," I said seriously, "you are beautiful."

This made her cry and she hugged me tightly. "How can you say I'm beautiful," she said, "when you've got Amy here?"

Still serious I said, "You know that to me you are the most beautiful woman on earth. No other woman can hold a candle to you. And now you are even more beautiful, like a soft summers morning or a still spring day." Then I recalled a couple of lines from another of Shakespeare's sonnets:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say, 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'

"I love you, you bad man," she said through her tears, "you've made me cry." Then she brightened, "But I don't mind when you make me cry by saying things like that." Now she looked at me coyly, "Did you miss me?" she asked archly.

"Yes," I said truthfully, "I did. Amy was lovely and I enjoyed every minute but I would sooner have had you there, you know that don't you?"

"Mmm," she said snuggling up to me, "yes, I know. Now, tell me all about it."

So I did.

"What, you didn't have her?"

"No," I said smiling, "I was saving that for today. Is that OK."

"Mmm," she said businesslike, "you must have her this afternoon. Then we can go out for a lovely meal tonight, I'm starving."

I laughed, "I suppose you must be starting to feed two."

"I never thought of that," she said as Amy called us to breakfast. We threw on housecoats and went down to the breakfast room where Amy had laid out a very pleasant meal. She looked quite radiant this morning, particularly as she kept on coyly glancing at me. Of course Lena noticed and, as she tucked into the meal, she smiled and said, "Amy, Mike has told me all about last night. I told him I'd ask you as well so I want to make sure he didn't leave anything out."

She blushed and looked away, still unsure I suspect, that Lena was really OK about the two of us together. "I'm sorry Lena. I sort of couldn't help it."

"Oh don't be silly," she said, "I don't mind." Then she looked at me sternly, "I just hope he was up to expectations," she said, "I can't have him letting the side down can I?" I laughed and now Amy realised it was OK.

Lena looked at Amy seriously, "He told me he didn't have you?"

She looked embarrassed again and shook her head.

"Mmm, can't have that," said Lena. "I do hope he was satisfactory in every other area," she asked smiling. I think Amy realised now that Lena was playing with both of us. It is her nature you see, to make jokes of things although in this case I suspected she really was serious. She actually wanted me to impress Amy because I was hers you see. She wanted Amy to see that she had a man to be proud of and my performance with Amy was important to her.

Amy nodded her head with a big smile, "Oh yes, very satisfactory," and she looked at me and added, "and his cum tastes really nice."

Well this had the effect of slightly embarrassing me as they began to discuss my performance in front of me as if I wasn't there. Not unusual I know, because Lena and Jo do it all the time. Amy seemed to get into the swing of it quite well as she told Lena what I did to her last night.

"Mmm," said Lena, "well, I think he ought to show the flag this afternoon Amy. How about a tryst this afternoon?" Then to me, "Do you think you can manage that?"

I laughed at her antics and kissed her marmalady mouth, "You are a sexy minx," I said, "and you are taking advantage of the fact that I can't touch you for a month. I ought to tan you bottom but I know you'll enjoy it too much."

"Mmm, yes please." Then she started counting on her fingers, "Only 26 days to go," she said laughing. It seemed like a lifetime to me. Oh I hadn't had much real sex since my divorce. A few months with Nerys, passionate, stormy and always exciting, and with a couple of other women I met at conferences, that sort of thing. Mainly it was masturbation but since meeting Lena and finally having sex with her I found that I needed the act more that ever. Primarily though, I needed her. She was like an elixir to me. I read somewhere recently that some study had shown that having regular sex at my age keeps you young. I certainly felt that way. Being surrounded by young women who want you does wonders for the ego and for the sex drive, it's just such a pity that the body can't keep up although I have found that the more I have the more I am able to have, if you see what I mean! So waiting 26 days was a long time!

Amy seemed puzzled by all this and I tried to explain. "Amy, this is one hell of a woman. Sexy all the time," Lena poked her tongue out at me, "who wants everyone around her to be happy. So she 'arranges' people, don't you little madam?"

She laughed, "Yes," she said as she pouted at me, "I do and I do like everyone to be happy. I've learnt that sex can build all sorts of barriers if you don't discuss it openly." She looked at Amy long and hard, "What two, or three, or four adults do together is their own business. As long as everyone agrees with everything I can't see any problem. And we should talk about it, talk about what we like, what we don't like. You see Amy, if you do that the other people in your life that you love, of whom you are fond, who you sleep with, won't be liable to misunderstand."

She looked at me and smiled, "I haven't had many men as you know, only two but they are bloody good. I have found that they are funny creatures Amy. The strangest things can upset them, make them jealous, send them into a pique. You overcome that by talking, by being open about how you feel." She pecked my cheek, "By telling them that you love them." She smiled, "So, when I lend him to you I want to know about him, and about you. I like to lend him, but only to women I choose," she said finally with a stern look at me.

I laughed, "There is absolutely no chance of me going with a woman you don't choose Lena for two very good reasons. Firstly I'm too knackered," I said, then more seriously, "and secondly I love you too much."

This brought a little tear to her eye as she hugged me tightly.

Amy looked on in understanding, "It must be wonderful to feel like you two do about each other," she said sadly, "I'm afraid I'm a bit jealous."

Lena pulled away from me, "You'll find someone Amy," she said as she gave me a wink, "before you know it."

"You really think so?" said Amy quizzically.

"Mmm," said Lena, "I'm sure. You're too lovely to be on your own for long."

Amy blushed coyly and looked at me with those eyes that were becoming more devastating as she became more experienced, "Well," she said smiling, "I suppose I'll have to give him a run through this afternoon Lena. Is that all right?"

I laughed and Lena said, "Mmm, I think I can let him manage that. What do you think Mike, are you UP to it?"

"You are a minx Lena. 26 days from how you are going to get spanked."

She arched her eyebrows, "Like last time?"

She had me didn't she, she knew I wouldn't! "Well, no," I said, "but I'll make sure you don't sleep that night."

"Ooohhh, yes please," she said pouting and poking out her tongue. With that we all laughed and finished our breakfast. The morning was spent tidying up the house and trying to get Lena to rest. She seemed back to her old self now, full of fun and optimism although down a bit about missing all the arrangements for the wedding; and I think she was missing Jo.

I rustled up lunch for us all noticing that Amy seemed to have her eyes on me for most of the time. It's funny, I've found that women who want me, or another man for that matter, seem to spend a lot of time watching us eat. It's a strange experience, almost as if we are under the microscope. I must ask Lena about it.

After lunch we sat on the terrace in the gently warm autumn sun chatting and laughing. About 3 o'clock Lena turned to Amy and said, "Time to get ready for him Amy. Do you still want to?"

Amy looked at me and smiled, "Mmm, I do," then to me, "do you?"

Shit, what am I supposed to say. She looked good enough to eat sitting there in a summer dress with no bra. I looked at Lena hopelessly. "Oh you silly man," she said to me, "you know you can," then to Amy, "yes, he wants to. Can't you tell? Come one, I'll help. You," she said to me laughing, "get ready to rock!" She really seemed to enjoy organising things like this, I suddenly thought with a smile, what a wonderful madam she would make. So off they went to the bathroom to 'prepare' Amy; a bit like a sacrifice I suppose, but a happy one. I went up to the bedroom, had a quick shower, dressed in silk boxers, and lay on the bed awaiting my fate!

I don't know how long it was but the door opened and Lena poked her head round then came in. "She's all ready, be down in a minute."

"Come here you minx," I said, "and let me kiss you before you go." She came over and kissed me full on the lips. "Are you sure about this Lena," I asked as we broke apart, "she's very attractive."

Lena smiled that little smile of hers, "I know, that's why I want you to have her. I know you love me so it doesn't matter does it. Anyway, we've got to keep you in practice haven't we, only 26 days." She laughed, kissed me again and left, waving as she went. She must have passed Amy in the corridor because a few moments later the door opened an Amy came in. She had one of Lena's silk dressing gowns on and she looked splendid. She closed the door behind her and stood looking down at me laying on the bed.

"Lena and Jo said you might like this," she said as she unhooked the dressing gown and dropped it from her body.

Holy fuck, she was dressed in lingerie almost exactly the same as one of Jade's photo shoots. She looked fabulous. The set was black, my second favourite colour for bedroom wear after the dark, scarlet reds. She wore a bra, not terribly revealing but extremely sexy, and knickers. Added to this was a sort of lacy belt cum skirt about 5 inches wide: I don't know what it's called but, bloody hell, it's sexy covering just the top of her bottom and sex. Added to this were self supporting stockings, again black and lacy. She was also wearing 3 inch black lace bedroom slippers that made her seem even slimmer and accentuated the shape of her bottom. 

She stood there, a vision of loveliness. I was speechless. I sat up with my mouth open and lust coursing through my veins. God, how often I'd masturbated while looking at Jade in that gear, and now, now, here in the room, was this, this, hell words fail me even now!

I walked over and threw my arms around her, glorying in the feeling of the material against me body, and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded, getting ready and dressed like this must have excited her. She pulled away, "You like it then?"

"Amy, oh Amy. Like it, like it. I don't know what to say. If I sit down can you just stand there and let me look at you. God you're so lovely."




Caroline Ch. 12.02



"Sit down," she said, "and you can look all you want." So I sat on the bed and watched as she put on a show. First she just stood there looking down at me, then she walked back and forth, just a few steps. Her body swayed elegantly on the heels and her boobs moved softly in the bra. Her bottom? Her bottom was out of this world. I knew I'd have to get Lena and Jo to wear this skirt thing. It rippled as she walked and increased the effect of her bottom as it moved. Then she turned half away from me and bent forward. I couldn't stand it any more, I had to touch her, to hold her, to fuck her. How I was going to hold off to take her bottom as well I didn't know but now I needed to touch her so I stood and held her tightly.

"That was so, so sexy," I whispered, "now I'm going to take those knickers of, lick your pussy, then fuck you."

"Mmm, yes please," she whispered back as she nibbled my earlobe. Hell, she might not be very experienced but she was a very quick learner. I lifted her up, enjoying the feeling of the material of her stockings on my arms and chest, and placed her on the bed. Leaning forward I removed her knickers. I wasn't going to take anything else off, this stuff is so, so exciting, because I wanted to feel it against me as I made love to her. I was breathing deeply now, trying to maintain control so that I could hold out when I made love to her pussy. To take her anus dressed like this would be unbelievable and I didn't want to waste the opportunity.

I began kissing her neck, face and mouth while my hand ventured down to her sex and started to explore her vagina and clit. She moaned softly into my mouth before I moved away to her chest, kissing and licking around the outline of the bra. Delicately I bit her breasts through the material of the bra then moved across her lovely flat tummy to her button, probing with my tongue.

Amy's moans were louder now as I used two, then three, fingers to stimulate her pussy. At the same time my thumb found her clit and rubbed sensitively to increase her enjoyment. But now I wanted to taste her again, to suck her sex and bite her, so down I moved, my mouth almost covering the whole of her pussy. I bit gently causing Amy to thrust her pelvis into me and shout, "Oh fuck yes." She was quite loud was Amy and she swore a lot in her passion.

My tongue was working overtime on the walls of her vagina as I licked and sucked her juices. God she tasted wonderful, but then they all do! Now I sucked her clit and got another thrust of her pelvis and another, "oh fuck, yes." This time her hands came down to hold me head in place as, I assume, her orgasm arrived. I tell you, she is bloody strong! I couldn't move.

After a while she let me go and I moved between her legs and looked down at her. "Ready?" I asked.

"Ready," she said, "fuck me now."

Well, gentleman that I am, I wasn't about to disappoint the lady so I took my weight on one arm, as usual, and grasped my penis with the other. Then I used the head to stroke up and down the length of her sex, nudging her clit as I did so. To remind her what was coming later I also nudged her anus causing her eyes to open wide in astonishment. Then back across her sex before setting myself for the drive home. She was very tight and it was a real pleasure just breaching her tight opening. I pushed forward and slid the head inside her.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," she said as she started to purr. Amy does make the most gorgeous sound as she is taken, a sort of, "nnnggg, nnnggg, nnnggg," that's a bit like a big cat purring. Now she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling.

I thrust forward and buried three quarters of my erection inside her. This caused a sharp intake of breath and another, "Oh fuck."

I leant forward and whispered, "Good?"

"Oh yes, yes, that is good. More please, have you got any more. OH FUCK!"

This last as I gave her the rest, right to the hilt. God she was tight! Tight, wet and warm: bliss. Now I was going to fuck her so I started moving, slowly at first, then speeding up. Sometimes short strokes, sometimes almost all out before driving deep inside her. Her legs came up behind me and I could feel the lace of her stockings on my back. Her hands pulled me down onto her so she could kiss my lips and face. I could feel the material of her bra brushing my chest. I could tell that my orgasm was near and, if I didn't stop, I'd cum. So I stopped, totally still. Thankfully Lena must have told Amy about this and, even more strangely, Amy must have remembered (and wanted me to go on) because she stopped as well.

Once I regained control I started to move again. I think the rest must have rejuvenated Amy because she was moving against me with increased vigour, thrusting her pelvis to meet my forward strokes. Then she started to come. It was like an explosion. He legs grabbed me so tight I think the lace must have left and imprint and she held me so tight to her, tiny thing that she was. 

She screamed out loud, "Aaaaagggggghhhh, oh God, oh God, oh God," over and over again and her vagina contracted around my penis giving me another moment of crisis. It's not so much the feeling of being inside when this happens but the sheer pleasure of seeing a woman in the throws of passion. That passion caused by me. There's something glorious about a woman having an orgasm, a total commitment to that moment of pleasure. I love seeing it. That's why I'm happy to give Lena, or Jo for that matter, orgasms even though I've shot my bolt or won't be able to manage. So it was difficult but, thankfully, I managed, remaining still while she moved around me.

Now she was coming down, kissing my face, holding me tightly and moaning my name in my ear, "Mike, oh Mike, Mike, oh Mike," over and over again. Boy does this do something for the ego. Of course I was still hard inside her and I had to get out soon! Much more of this and I'd have another crisis. Gently I managed to escape her arms and legs, cooing softly in her ear all the time, and lay beside her, head on one elbow gazing down. Isn't it amazing how different women are after orgasm, Lena is often ready for more, Jo, sort of, nods off to recover, Amy just lay there looking at me with a soft smile on her face, her neat tongue licking her lips in and unknowingly provocative manner. 

I looked along her body, hell she was so attractive in that outfit. Sex is in the mind isn't it, she was far more sexy dressed like this than naked. The stockings seemed to make her legs go on for ever and give them tremendous shape. That little skirt thing, well it covered but it didn't, if you know what I mean. She smiled up at me, "That was good," she said, "thank you."

I smiled back at her and stroked her hair, "You don't have to thank me," I said, "I enjoyed it."

"But you didn't come did you?"

"No," I said, then added with a smile, "I was hoping to do that in another place!" This made her blush, she knew exactly what place I meant!

"I think I'd like that too," she said coyly, "but you must be gentle with me. It will only be my second time really."

Her saying this sort of thing was really pushing all my buttons and I had to hold her and whisper in her ear gruffly, "When I take your arse again I'll be very gentle but you'll take all of me."

She reached down and her small hand took hold of my slightly soft penis and she said in a little girl voice, "But it's soooo big, will it go?"

My beast surfaced then. I had this terrible desire to throw her on her face and violate her, ravage her arse, rape her. I knew it would hurt her because she was so small but I wanted to do it. Ram my cock into her and split her, make her bleed. I could see it in my minds eye and revel in the pleasure of doing it. She must have sensed something of this because she suddenly became still and a look of fear appeared in her eyes, as if she knew she'd gone too far. If anything this fuels the beast, the fear adding to the pleasure of the violation. I suppose she must have seen it in my eyes, Lena say's they change when the beast arrives, and I'd probably held her quite tight.

I took a deep breath and let the feelings wash over me, my way of dealing with this sort of fantasy. This was why I would never, never spank Jo. I know exactly where it would lead and both of us would suffer unmercifully, Jo physically and me mentally when I came to realise what I had become. I wouldn't ever spank Lena again either. The first time I was clinical, not at all aroused. Frankly I was knackered that night, physically and emotionally, so I was easy to just give her pleasure from the spanking but take none myself. If I was enjoying it myself that pleasure would fuel the beast and I'd end up hurting her as well. I'm a man you see and, no matter how much I like to think I'm enlightened, deep down inside the violent male lives and he's struggling to get out all the time. Freud may not have got it exactly right but his metaphors are quite powerful.

So another deep breath then a soft smile followed by a tender kiss, "Don't be frightened Amy, I won't hurt you. What you saw, or sensed was something that I've banished now. I want to make love to you, to your bottom, and give you pleasure. Will you trust me to do that."

She looked at me, I was in control of myself now, and her fear dissipated. She opened her eyes wide and smiled, "Yes, I trust you," and her hand came up to stroke my cheek and she started to cry, just a tiny tear, "I think I trust you to do anything. I think I'm starting to love you."

I held her tightly and smiled at her, "Now, now," I said, "you mustn't do that. I'm spoken for. Just enjoy, enjoy being with a man who wants to make you happy. I think you'll find real love somewhere else," and I kissed her tenderly. Her hand that had gone down earlier to test my erection had left when she seemed frightened, now she took hold of me again.

"I think I want to try that now," she said, "but I suppose I'll have to make it nice and hard for my bottom won't I?" and she started to masturbate my penis back to full hardness. That didn't take long in view of the fact she was offering me her bottom. I know I'd been there on Sunday but as I said, that was with Viagra and it isn't the same. Now it was me and I was going to make sure we both enjoyed it.

I kissed her and my hands gently massaged her boobs through the bra then stroked the soft flesh of her stomach.

"I want to suck you," she said, "and make you nice and hard for my bottom. I want you to stretch me, fill me. Will you?"

Oh fucking hell would I? "Mmm," I said managing to keep control of my urge to take her straight away, "suck away!" 

She pushed me onto my back and knelt over my face, she was going to suck me all right but she was offering me her tender little pussy as an aperitif, one I certainly wasn't going to refuse! I flicked my tongue onto her clit and started to lick, tasting the juices from her previous cum then I licked her pussy, forcing my tongue gently into her vagina. Her mouth was working overtime on my penis but this is one of the problems with a '69'. What do you concentrate on, your pleasure or your partners? Lena and I don't do this very often because I find it difficult to control my orgasm. It sort of creeps up on me and I can cum before I know it because I'm concentrating on giving pleasure. So in this position, with Amy sucking my cock and my eyes feasting on the tiny star of her anus, I was very vulnerable to an early cum. It was no good, I had to stop her so I lifted her off me and moved sideways and upwards to lay level with her.

She looked a bit unhappy, "Didn't you like me sucking you?" she asked.

I smiled softly at her, "Oh yes, I liked it, I liked it too much. Any more and you would have got a mouthful." I laughed, "Now you had a taste last night, this afternoon I want to deposit it deep inside, and you know where don't you?"

She blushed, "Yes, in my bottom," she said shyly.

"Yes, in your bottom. Are you ready?"

"I think so," she said. "It will hurt again won't it?"

I kissed her, "It might but that went away last time didn't it?"

She smiled at the memory, "Mmm, yes it did. It was nice." The she looked into my eyes, "Come on then, fuck my arse!"

Another visitation from the beast but quickly dismissed. "Turn over."

She kissed me and said wide-eyed, "How do you want me. I want to do it your favourite way."

God, so did I but she wouldn't be able to manage that. "I don't think you could manage that now Amy."

"Why," she asked coyly.

I smiled, "Well, my favourite way would be with you lying flat on the bed with your legs only slightly open. That makes you very, very tight and you are tight already, too small now to try that. Perhaps when it's easier for you."

She pouted, "All right, what's your second favourite then?"

Oh fuck yes, I thought, standing in that gear with those shoes. Could she take it that way? Could I hold back that way? Only one way to find out.

"Oh yes, Amy," I said breathlessly, "standing is my second favourite."

"I guessed," she said as her hand grasped my cock, twitching now at the thought of taking her bottom standing up.

"Amy, are you sure. It's not so easy as kneeling. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"No," she said as she kissed me, "but I want you to fuck my arse like that." 

I growled and kissed her, using every ounce of control not to bugger her there and then, totally and completely. I had to still myself for a few moments before starting on her introduction to sodomy while standing up. As Lena has said, I love this. That book I got all those years ago is still in my mind and here was this gorgeous woman, dressed so sexily, allowing me to fulfil my fantasy.

"Stand up then and put your shoes back on." She did and she looked fabulous. "Amy, oh Amy. Can you walk up and down again for me?"

She did, smiling sexily back as she passed me. I got up and arranged the bedroom chair so she could lean on it. "Amy, stand behind the chair facing the mirror and hold on to the back." She did and I stood behind her. I could see her face in the mirror, apprehension mixing with anticipation at what was going to happen to her, but she was smiling a tiny smile! I moved behind her and eased her body away from the chair so she was leaning forward, her bottom proud as she bent. When she was far enough away I parted her legs about 18 inches and slightly bent her knees. This had the effect of thrusting her bottom out even more, an overwhelmingly beautiful sight for a bottom man! Add to this the tiny skirt/belt thing just covering the top of her buttocks and the lacy stocking and she was a vision of loveliness.

Now she was ready. Her eyes were wide open as she realised that she was to be taken like this, totally open, totally available. I could see she was excited but she was apprehensive as well. I leant forward, my penis finding a home lengthways between the cheeks of her bottom, and whispered, "Don't worry Amy. Tell me to stop if I'm hurting you." She nodded.

The feeling of my cock along that gorgeous valley was amazing, especially as Amy pushed back as she felt it there and squeezed her bottom cheeks.

"Oh Amy," I said, "that is good!"

"Mmm," she mumbled, "feels good for me as well!"

Now time to get her ready for the real thing. I pulled away and knelt before her, my face level with her bottom. Leaning forward my tongue began to explore the valley of pleasure between her cheeks. I licked up and down the valley with the whole of my tongue before concentrating on the tiny star of her anus. My tongue probed the tightness resulting in a soft sigh from Amy and a further push of her bottom on to me. Now I rolled my tongue and began to seek entry into the tight tunnel of her back passage. She was tight, tightly closed.

I lifted my head, "Open for me Amy, relax," and returned to the pleasure tunnel. I felt her whole body relax and saw a tiny hole in the centre of the star as she loosened her anus. Her hand even reached round and puller her cheeks apart. Now my tongue could probe inside, still tight, I could feel the rubbery ring of her anus gripping my tongue. I pushed harder and entered further inside causing Amy to shudder and moan a soft, "Aaaaaggghhh, oh that feels nice, keep doing that." Well I wasn't about to stop yet but soon I would have to open her even more to loosen her anus for the main event. So I tongue fucked her anus for a while, enjoying every minute and causing Amy intense pleasure I suspect.

Finally I pulled away and whispered in her ear, "Put your hands back on the chair and support yourself. Now I'm going to loosen you some more. Are you still OK, sure you want to go on?"

"Oh bloody hell yes, that was fabulous. Please, please fuck my arse if it feels like that!"

Shit, this was almost too much but I had to be careful and ensure she enjoyed it. Look, I knew that I wouldn't be doing this with Amy very often, if at all. I sensed that she and Nardo liked each other that that, all being well with Sally, there might be something there. Despite this I wanted her to become fond of anal sex. It opens up a different feeling, a different way of enjoying sex with your partner. I didn't know if Nardo was into anal sex but if Amy was and they did get it together what an initiation she could give him if she was experienced. So it was important that I didn't turn her off the experience.

I reached for the KY and squeezed some onto her little star then used my middle finger to massage it into the muscle and around the outside. Another squeeze onto her star then a gentle push to open her to my finger to coat the inside. This resulted in a long, "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh," from Amy who clenched her anus on my finger.

"Relax sweetheart," I said, "it's just my finger."

"Shit," she said, "it feels bigger than Sunday."

"Shall I stop?"

"Bloody hell no, keep going."

So I did, easing my finger deeper with each back and forth movement. She seemed to like it because she started to move her bottom in time with my finger. Finally I had as much inside her as I could so I squeezed a drop more KY onto her star and used two fingers.

"Oh fucking hell, is that it? Oh shit," she said breathlessly. She did swear during sex did Amy yet she never swore at any other time.

"Just two fingers. OK."

"Oh fuck yes. Hurts a bit but go ahead. Oh God, shit, fuck," she continued as I tenderly forced my two fingers inside her rectum. I was using my left hand to coat my cock with KY because I couldn't wait much longer. This slow loosening of a nearly virgin bottom is so, so very exciting. Especially one so tiny as Amy was. It seemed impossible that I would ever get in there despite the fact that I knew I could because I'd been there before!

I continued to finger fuck her bottomhole with two fingers using the same technique of going a little deeper each time until I had them both in as deep as my hand would allow. Amy was still moving back on me in time with my movements so she seemed OK. Now was the time!

"Amy, now?"

"Oh fuck yes, but don't hurt me please."

I took a deep breath, "I'll try not to."

I put the head of my penis at that little star with a tiny opening in the centre and took a deep breath. This was going to be difficult. Difficult to stop, to control the entry to give her the best enjoyment. It would hurt her, I knew that, but I hoped she would get past that and begin to enjoy it like Sunday.

I pushed forward at the tiny star and it locked tight. Now this is very frustrating and, if you remember my second Sunday with Lena, you know where this leads so I had to stay calm. I leaned forward still softly pressing my erection at her anus.

"Amy, Amy love, you must relax and let me in. You know it will go."

"It feels so big, bigger than before, but I'll try." With that her muscle relaxed and the head of my cock slipped inside.




Caroline Ch. 12.02



"Oh fucking hell, Jesus Christ, bugger, Oooowwwww. That fucking hurts. Oh shit, shit, shit," rushed from her mouth.

I stayed absolutely still and waited for her to either pull away or get used to the feeling. I could feel her anus clenching and unclenching on that narrow part of my penis below the head. It was bloody marvellous and all I could do to stop from cumming straight away.

"Oh that feels big," she said, "but it's getting better, not hurting so much. It's a funny feeling. Try some more."

I know I wanted her to enjoy this but I couldn't prolong my agony for too much longer. I was going to cum soon I thought so I must try to finish. I held her hips delicately but firmly and thrust four inches into her.

She bucked, she squirmed and she screamed but I held her tight and stilled her. "Still Amy, keep still. Get used to it."

"Oh Mike, it fucking hurts, more than Sunday. Oooowwwww, ooowww, mmm, mmm. Oh, oh, oh, fuck, it's getting better. Oooohhhhh, oh dear," she continued like this as if I wasn't there for quite a while, keeping absolutely still and savouring the changing feelings in her rectum. In truth I wasn't there because I was thinking of anything other than the white hot pleasure of her tight arsehole! I was so close to cumming and I didn't want to, not yet anyway, not until I was completely inside her.

Then she moved, just a millimetre, but enough to show she was used to it now. "Ready for the rest," I asked taking a deep breath because I had to fuck her arse yet hadn't I?

"It will hurt won't it?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes, it will," I said, "but it will get better like before."

"OK," she said looking back at me, "give me it all."

So I did. I drove 8 inches inside her tight rectum and it was bliss, heaven, nirvana, complete joy and then I held her completely still. But it wasn't good for Amy, well not yet anyway.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Aaaagggghhh, that hurts, fuck that hurts," Again this went on for quite some time it seemed (though it was probably only moments) and slowly changed like before as she came to gain some enjoyment from the intrusion. Then she moved again on my cock. Just a tiny movement but it was enough. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh shit Amy, I've got to fuck your arse. Please," I pleaded with her, "please let me fuck your arse."

"Oh yes," she said breathlessly, "it feels good now. Go on, fuck my arse, fuck my arse hard. Work your cock in my arsehole. Ride me, fuck me, bugger me."

Bloody hell, where did this come from? But it was enough! I started to fuck her, fuck her hard. I moved in and out in long firm strokes feeling the tightness of her rectum and anus gripping my cock along it's whole length as I drove forward. It was so hot, squeezing my penis like an elastic condom. I held her hips and pulled her onto me on the forward stroke, driving deep inside her and causing loud moans and swearwords as her pleasure increased. Not long, not long could I keep this up and, too soon, far too soon, I felt my orgasm building. It seemed to rip my balls apart in an explosion as I thrust so deep inside her and held her there. Pulse after pulse of spunk coursed along my penis and into her bottom before I started to move again.

I was dimly aware of her screaming, in pleasure I thought hopefully, because I was in no position to stop now. I was fucking her through my orgasm, cumming on every deep stroke, timing the strokes so I pulsed deep inside her. I think I was actually lifting her off the floor with my thrusts they were so hard and deep. It seemed to go on for ages but finally I was spent, absolutely and completely knackered. Apart from those special occasions with Lena and Jo, it was a fantastic experience and, as I pulled my softening penis from her and fell back on the bed, I hoped that Amy had enjoyed it to.

I think that I must have closed my eyes for a second because the next thing I felt was Amy all over me, kissing my face, my mouth, my nose, my neck and running her hands over my chest.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, that was so wonderful," she said, "oh thank you, thank you, thank you for persevering. Oh God, I've never felt anything like that before, not even on Sunday. It was fantastic. When can we do it again?" Yes, she did enjoy it!

I was catching my breath underneath this lovely assault from such a beautiful woman, enjoying the attention I suppose because she certainly was attending to me. Now she was licking the sweat from my chest and nipples as she stroked me, almost like stroking a cat. She wrapped her legs around mine and used them to stroke me as well. Hell, she was still as hot as a jalapeno pepper and I was finished, absolutely shattered from the effort of holding back so long and then from the release.

I smiled up at her, "Sadly Amy sweetheart, whilst the spirit is very willing the flesh is weak, in fact the flesh is finished. It's one of our male problems I'm afraid, once we come we're spent." She looked down at me sadly and pouted. I took pity on her.

"Lay back you vixen," I said laughing at her, "lay back and relax."

She did and I dragged my head between her legs and set about her sex, swollen still from the effects of earlier. I pushed her legs back so I could see her puckered anus, open now from the assault of my rampant cock. I licked her pussy from top to bottom and, at the same time, eased a couple of fingers into her, now much looser, anus and began to work them back and forth. Still finger fucking her bottom I sucked her clit, hard. That was enough! I heard another scream, softer this time, a torrent of swear words, her anus clasping my fingers, and her hands on the back of my head pulling me into her sex. God, she was one hot lady when she got going.

Thankfully she didn't last too long this time and afterwards she WAS finished. I know I was! The last bout had really knackered me. I managed to crawl up level with her and say, "Well Amy, well?"

She smiled and kissed me and just said, "Thank you!" and we lay together for a while recovering. I was conscious, after a short while, that Lena would be alone. I know she wanted this but I was still worried about her so I got up and said to Amy, "You stay here if you want, I'll shower and see to Lena." She nodded and seemed to drift off to sleep so I quickly showered and threw on a housecoat.

Amy was still asleep as I left he bedroom and went downstairs. I must admit I felt a bit guilty at the intense pleasure I'd just had from another woman. I had a sort of ache inside and I had to see Lena, to talk it out with her. I was conscious of the fact that she had virtually promised Gianna that she could go to bed with me and, if I lost myself with Amy, how dangerous would it be with Gianna, the woman I'd loved for four years and, I was sure, still loved deep down inside?

Lena was sitting on the sofa reading. She looked up as I entered and smiled, "Well, lover boy, that sounded pretty hot." I didn't smile and she immediately sensed something was wrong.

"Mike, what is it?"

I needed to hold her then, hold her tightly, so I sat down and hugged her, enjoying the smell of her hair, the feel of her. Her hand came up to hold my head, "What is it Mike, is it Amy? Making love to Amy?"

I looked in her eyes and saw love there, complete and utter, total love and my heart almost broke in two. "Oh god, I love you," I said, "but that was so intense, so powerful it frightened me." 

She kissed my mouth and my eyes, "Don't be frightened. I bet she was good wasn't she, really good, and you lost yourself didn't you? Well I don't mind because you are here now, not with her."

"But Lena, Lena, I got to thinking about what you said to Gianna. Lena it's so dangerous for me, for us. Even Amy. Oh I don't love her, not at all, just a feeling of tenderness: she's young and beautiful but when the sex gets going it's so difficult."

Again she smiled and kissed me, "Don't worry. Sweetheart, the mere fact that you're here now, worried about it shows that it isn't a problem. We'll cross the Gianna bridge when I arrange it," she laughed, "now, tell me all about this afternoon. Bloody hell, I could hear her down here. What did you do to her?"

I smiled, "Well I'm sure you can guess and this time she seemed to enjoy it even more," and I told her all that we'd done together. "By the way, where did she get that bedroom gear?" I smiled, "I suspect that you or Jo have been looking at my pictures."

She laughed, "Yes, we did when we downloaded those videos of two blokes and a girl. We saw the pictures of that girl Jade so we knew you we into Asian ladies. When she saw Amy, Jo suggested buying her a set or two the same just in case so when they went out on Tuesday she did."

"A set or two? Which other one?"

She laughed again, "That's a surprise."

"I'm going to buy you a set like that," I said, "I love that little skirt thing, it really does show off a woman's bottom. I reckon you'll look even more attractive in that."

"You'll have to wait 26 days," she said laughing. Then, "Anyway, you are a naughty man doing all that to her. And you said she wanted it again. I've got an idea."

"What?" I said.

"Well, you won't know, but while you were upstairs Jo 'phoned. She and Guy are coming up tomorrow. She wanted to find out how I was." Lena looked a little sad, "And we've missed each other so much Mike. I'm sorry."

I smiled and kissed her, "Don't be silly, of course you did. How long are they staying?"

"Nardo's given Guy next week off," she said laughing. "Poor Guy, he doesn't know whether he's coming or going according to Jo. So much is happening, the wedding, the business. And he's worried about where they will live when we all go back to England. Jo says he needs to talk to you to sort everything out so they're staying until we go back on Thursday."

"Good," I said, "we'll be able to sort out a few things this week then."

"Jo says she's sure she is pregnant," Lena said smiling. "She's so happy."

"It's a bit early isn't it?"

"Yes but her period was due on Wednesday and it hasn't arrived and she really has felt different over the last week. It might be all in the mind but she's being very careful, no sex so poor Guy is going without, just like you."

Now I could see the way her mind was working. "You plan to get Amy and Guy together don't you."

She smiled, "Mmm, if Jo agrees, and I think she will. I know Amy fancies him, well I would think any sensible woman would," she added laughing.

"Isn't it a bit, I don't know, unseemly. Poor Amy bundled into this arrangement."

"Amy isn't bundled into anything," she said smiling, "you know that. Look at this afternoon. She'd take another man now wouldn't she? I think we've woken up her sexuality, like you did mine, and Jo's. Sunday was the first step, this afternoon the second, and Guy will be the third."

"You are a Machiavellian minx sweetheart and I love you lots. I don't mind if Guy takes over with her, if Jo doesn't mind."

"Jo wants to be with us both," she said, "oh not for sex or anything, she just wants to be with us. I think that she feels that we are responsible for her pregnancy and everything."

I laughed, "It wasn't me," I said, "it was Guy!"

She laughed back, "I know but you know what I mean. Anyway, Guy won't take over completely," she added seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I first spoke to Amy remember she told me she was being forced to go to see two men. I told her that two men were enough trouble even if you were enjoying it. She was interested and asked me if I'd had two men. Well I have haven't I so I told her yes and I'm certain I detected some interest."

"You mean you're going to suggest she has the both of us?" I said surprised,

"Mmm," she said, "she probably won't ever get another chance to experience it will she. If she does get together with Nardo and Sally she won't have the opportunity for two men so now is her chance." She laughed, "It'll be step four, something to look back on. Would you do that?"

"Lena, Lena, yes, you know I would now. Our experiences a few weeks ago were fantastic so to do that to Amy would be exciting. But are you sure? Will Jo agree to let Guy do it? Will she go for it? And what about Guy himself?"

She laughed, "Yes, she'll go for it, I'm sure. As for Guy, well if Jo says it's OK he'll do it. Just think what an afternoon you can have with her."

"Lena, she'll have to know what she's letting herself in for."

"I know," she said, "I was planning to show her a couple of the videos I downloaded on to the computer. There are two where the girls are really worked hard, although they seem to enjoy it, just like we did," she laughed. "Look, Jo and I want some time alone tomorrow," she looked at me quizzically, "you know, to, well . . ."

I smiled and kissed her, "Of course I know. Why don't Guy and I take Amy out to lunch and to look around the town. You and Jo can have lunch here and chat, how's that?"

"Mmm, that'll do fine. Can you take Guy out in the afternoon as well, golf or fishing, so we can talk to Amy."

I laughed, "Getting us men out of the way so you can arrange everything?"

"Of course," she said laughing, "we can't leave it to you can we, you'd make a right hash of it."

With that we laughed together and sat holding each other for a while until Amy came down.

"Well," said Lena, "how was that? It sounded good." Amy blushed bright red and looked at me. "Mike," Lena said, "why don't you go and make us some coffee so Amy and I can talk."

I smiled and left for the kitchen. Us males, I thought, think we're in charge but we aren't really are we. They arrange us, the women we love, and we love being arranged. Well, at least I did. So I happily made the coffee taking a bit longer than necessary to give them time to chat, about me I suppose. Now that isn't conceited, just a fact. Lena liked talking about me just as much as I liked talking about her and she would be interested in how Amy felt just now.

I took the coffee back in and we spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and joking about almost everything. I'd booked one of our favourite restaurants for this evening so we went out and had a lovely meal with Lena and Amy flirting gently with the waiters, all of whom knew us well and took it all in good heart. All in the same bed that night we slept well and woke refreshed for Sunday.

A slightly longer episode which I hope you enjoyed. Please remember to vote and, of course, comments are welcome. Do remember also that this is a fantasy!

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 12.03



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This chapter sorts out some things for the future and lays the groundwork for Guy and Amy and the threesome to come. There's still a long way to go!

Mike's Tale:

Jo and Guy arrive – interim

(No sex)

Lena was very much her old self on Sunday morning. She had shaken off all the blues of the previous week and had regained her usual vitality. And she was excited at seeing Jo. I realised this morning how difficult it would be for her, and I suppose Jo, if they lived too far away from each other but I wasn't sure how Guy would feel about things. It wouldn't be right anyway, I didn't think, for them to stay with us. For one thing the house wasn't big enough for two families. I didn't know whether Lena wanted any more children but I suspected that Jo and Guy would have more. Unbeknown to Lena I'd made a couple of phone calls back to England to sort out a few things so I was in a position to air some ideas with them all over the next couple of days.

Jo and Guy arrived about 11 o'clock and her and Lena had a great reunion. Guy stood there smiling at them both as they hugged each other while Amy looked on. 

"She's really missed Lena dad," said Guy softly, "I think it's taken some of the fun out of the wedding but she looks OK now."

"Mmm," I said, "Lena's back to normal now I think so they should be able to get back to arranging things." Then I turned to him conspirationally, "Guy, Lena's got something planned for you so keep an open mind."

He smiled, "What is it father. Good I expect."

"I think you'll like it," I laughed as they both came over to hug us. Jo threw her arms around me and delivered a big kiss.

"Did Lena tell you?" she asked, "I think I'm pregnant." Then she whispered, "You're going to be a granddad again."

I laughed, "Have you called Lena granny yet?" I whispered back.

She laughed out loud, "No I haven't," she said.

"Haven't what?" asked Lena tearing herself away from Guy.

"Nothing," Jo said, "nothing at all." Then to me, "Now tell me you naughty man," she laughed dragging me over to Amy who had looked a bit bemused while all these hello's were going on, "what have you been doing to this lovely lady?"

"Oh," I said offhandedly, "nothing I wouldn't do to you."

She laughed out loud again, she seemed so happy, and hugged Amy, "So you've had a good time then Amy?" she said as she kissed her full on the mouth.

Of course all this caused Amy to blush bright red. "I can see you did," said 

Jo laughing some more. "Come over here and say hello to Guy." With that she pulled Amy across to Guy and virtually threw her into his arms. He looked a bit shocked at this until Jo said, "Come on Guy, show her that Mike isn't the only one who knows how to please a woman."

He looked at me and I nodded slightly. He would guess now what Lena had planned! He took Jo at her word and swept Amy into his arms, she didn't resist incidentally, and kissed her full on the mouth. A kiss that I suspected told her what she could look forward to because she came away from him breathless. I knew that Lena hadn't said anything to her about Guy, that was for this afternoon, but now she knew what she could expect from him she would probably be ready and willing.

We had a quick coffee together then I suggested that Guy and I take Amy into Stresa for lunch. I think even Amy guessed why we wanted to leave them alone, they did need this time together after being apart for so long, well it was a long time for them! We whisked Amy around the town, showed her all the shops, and had a nice lunch. Guy was much happier around women now, gone was the shy boy of before he met Jo. He chatted to Amy all the time, complementing her and making her blush. Jo had certainly instilled confidence in him. He did look tired though and I asked him about it.

"Oh Da . . . Mike," he said suddenly remembering Amy was there, "Nardo has been a hard taskmaster. He wants to get the new HQ set up in England pretty quickly. You know what he's like and he sees an opportunity now so he wants to start manufacturing in about three months. I don't think I can cope you know, it's all so new to me. I'm all right building computers and working on the shop floor but this management thing is a whole new ball game."

"Mmm," I said, "perhaps he's not using you as best he could. What would you like to be doing?"

"Well you know me F F . . . errr Mike," he nearly slipped again. This was going to be too difficult, I thought, to keep up. I'd have to talk to Lena about it and then to Gianna. I thought then that we needed to get this out into the open, at least among family and friends. "I like the nuts and bolts, figuratively speaking. Putting computers to work, improving them. That's where my skill lies, not in organising. Oh I can do that but it's a new world."

"Look," I said, "why don't we discuss this with Nardo when we get back. I can take some of the heat off you over the HQ and you can deal with the factory side. This new gizmo you and he have come up with will need a bit of selling, not much I suspect because it's a bloody good idea. You can take that on as well." I laughed, "You can speak the same language as all these IT types."

He looked at Amy this time, "Thanks Mike. I am sorry Amy, talking business like this. It must bore you silly."

She gave him a great bit smile, "No," she said, "I like to hear powerful men talking business. It makes me feel sexy." He blushed a little bit at that, the shy young man wasn't too far away, but he came back quickly, "Come on then Mike, let's talk some more business," he said laughing. So our lunch carried on before we returned to the villa about 2 o'clock.

Lena and Jo were buzzing about like a couple of mother hens, happy as Larry, laughing and joking with us when we got back.

"I hope they didn't bore you with business all lunchtime," Lena said.

"No we didn't," said Guy laughing, "anyway Amy said that listening to powerful men talking about business made her feel sexy." This, of course, caused Amy to blush and us all to laugh.

"Come on," I said to Guy, "we've been allowed to play golf this afternoon and I've booked us a round, and a few drinks," I added poking my tongue out at Lena.

"I've booked a restaurant for tonight so don't be too late back will you," she said, "and Guy, don't you drink too much. You never know what might happen," she added looking at Amy.

With that we left and had a peaceful round of golf which, incidentally, I managed to win despite the fact that Guy plays off 16 and I play off 24! We spent a lot of time talking about the business, perhaps that's how I won! How I would take some of the load off him until he was happier to take on more management. He could look after the factory side and I'd look after the HQ. He seemed more relaxed when we'd dealt with that. He was also worried about what would happen when we all got back to England, how we would live. Such a caring man even then, he was worried about the effect on both Lena and Jo being apart for long periods. He realised now that their love for each other was almost as strong as their love for us so he was concerned about them being separated. He knew all about the changes to the house and he wondered how his presence would alter the arrangements. Well, I'd given this a lot of thought as well and explained my ideas to him. He was pleased with everything. I suppose it took a weight off his mind. Although he was 24 he'd spent nearly all of his adult life in education so he was a bit inexperienced in the more mundane aspects of living.

So having sorted his worries out I was very happy by the time we got home. He seemed a lot more relaxed as well. I wondered how he's react to Jo and Lena's plans for him tonight!

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Perhaps here I need to jump forward a bit in time to explain what Lena, Jo and Amy had talked about that afternoon. They told me all about it that evening when we went to bed but it seems sensible to include it here.

Firstly they'd got Amy to tell Jo all about her evening and afternoon with me. It's funny really that they can talk about us men like this but I know Lena has always told Jo all about us together and I know they both swap stories about Guy and me so I suppose it was natural to get Amy involved as well. I don't think men swap stories in the same way as women do, if they do that often. With men it's usually boastful, how good they were, how many times, how many women, that sort of thing. I don't think it was the same with Jo and Lena. They seem to get pleasure out of talking about sex with their men. They had a bit of trouble with Amy, she was shy at first with Jo there because she didn't know her as well as Lena, obviously but they finally managed to get her to tell it all. 

Jo was pleased that the bedroom set worked well, she said she would get something similar for her and Lena so I had that to look forward to! They talked to her about men in general, especially her ex boy friend, finding out all about her sex life with him. He seemed to be a bit of a toe rag really, not too concerned about Amy's feelings, just using her for sex. Amy said she thought that was what it was all about, you know, just lay there and be used as a sort of blow up doll. Well, of course, they soon disabused her of that idea!

Lena told her how she had been with boys just like that, who just wanted to cum and nothing else, and Jo said the same. Then they went on to explain that it wasn't like that at all. Sex was between two people giving and receiving pleasure. They explained about me, about how I had, you know, educated them into the pleasures of sex and how Guy had been 'trained' by them in the same way. Jo sang his praises in bed, saying he was almost as good as me. Look, I'm not bigheaded about this, I am GOOD to these two women, to all my women now. I didn't used to be but I've learnt over the years that you get as much pleasure from GIVING pleasure to another as receiving it. So that's what I try to do, and I enjoy every minute of it!

Guy has some of my ideals about women, he sees them as different and special. Something to be treasured and looked after. He has that rather old fashioned approach the same a mine so, of course he is receptive to the idea of pleasing his partner: and he is good at it as well! At least Jo says he is. All this, of course, was to get Amy interested, and not a little bit excited, about Guy. It seemed to work because, after a while, Amy was asking Jo all about him. Well Jo took her to task and told her how wonderful he was in bed, that he would do anything she asked, and that he could come four times in one night. They said they could see Amy licking her lips at the thought of him. Finally Jo asked her.

"Do you want him?" she asked. Amy was embarrassed.

"Errr, errrrmmm,"

"Don't be silly Amy," Lena said, "do you want him? Yes or no." They said Amy looked helplessly at both of them and nodded.

"Yes. Oh I'm sorry Jo but you've made him sound so exciting. I know he's yours. I'm sorry."

"Well," said Jo, "yes he is mine, just like Mike is Lena's but we share things out between us and I think I can share Guy with you just this once, while we are here at the villa. What do you think Lena, shall I share him?" She was teasing Amy really as they intended to all along but they wanted to make her realise how lucky she was to have such a man.

"Yes, I don't think Mike will mind." Then she turned to Amy, putting into practice the second part of their plan for her, "Will you tell Mike you don't want him tonight, you want Guy instead?"

Amy was shocked, "Oh, I can't do that. What will he think, he'll never forgive me. Oh Lena, Jo, what can I do?" This was just the opening they needed!

"Have them both," said Lena.

They told me her eyebrows went up, her eyes widened even more and her mouth opened. "Both?" she said, "both?"

"Mmm," said Jo, "just have them both then neither will be disappointed will they. Have Guy tonight then both of them later in the week."

"Both," Amy said again, "what you mean make love with both of them at the same time?"

Lena smiled at her, "Yes, both at the same time."

They said she seemed to calm down then. "You've done that haven't you, both of you? Lena told me."

"Yes," they both said together, "twice."

"Oh dear, I've never imagined doing that. Two men at once. You can't can you, really?" She seemed more interested now. "What was it like?"

Lena laughed, "Busy, but very enjoyable. So enjoyable that I didn't want them to stop. I had so many orgasms I lost count. Mind I was shattered afterwards. What about you Jo, you enjoyed it as well didn't you?"

"Bloody hell, yes. You can do so many different things," she laughed, "and they can do so many different things to you." Then seriously, "Amy, you might not ever get another chance to try this you know."

She seemed to be thinking about it, "I don't know, what sort of things happen?"

Now they took her downstairs to the office and showed her a couple of videos that Lena had downloaded. Both showed a girl getting well and truly screwed by two men. Everything took place so Amy could see exactly what could happen to her.

"The only difference is they won't cum on your face," Lena said, "they'll do it inside. And Amy darling, they will stop at any time, any time you tell them they will stop. If you want to do this you must believe that. They won't want to hurt you just to make you enjoy yourself."

All through the films, they said, Amy was interested. Ooohhing and aahhing over what was happening. When the DP happened she'd asked them if they'd done that.

"Yes," Jo said, "we've both had both of them inside us like that." She'd laughed, "It's a tight fit but it feels bloody marvellous. We love them both you see, so having them both inside us is even better."

"Could I do that?" she said with an air of wonder.

"Of course you could," said Lena. "Look Amy, you don't have to make your mind up now. I was teasing. I'll tell Mike and he won't mind at all," she laughed, "he'll probably be glad of the rest. Anyway," she'd said more seriously, "we want to sleep with him tonight."

Amy raised her eyebrows quizzically, "I thought . . . ."

"No, not for sex or anything, just for both of us to hold him and love him. Do you want Guy?"

She'd smiled and licked her lips, "Yes, can I? Please."

Jo had laughed, "Of course you can. I'll tell him when they get back. You must flirt with him you know, he'll like that."

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We got back quite late and were scolded by Lena for making us rush to the restaurant. Jo grabbed Guy and rushed off to the bedroom to get chat to him while he got ready while I changed as well. I came out of the bedroom to find Jo waiting for me.

She kissed me and held me, "Thank you Mike, he seems better already. He's been so worried about everything. You've sorted out the business things haven't you?"

I smiled, "Yes, that's all sorted and I'll tell you about my plans for when we get home tonight, in bed. Now give me another kiss then go and make a fuss of him. Is he having Amy tonight?"

She smiled her knowing smile, "Mmm," she said, "but he doesn't know it yet. We're not going to tell him until later. We'll just let Amy flirt with him all evening."

I laughed, "You two are minxes you know," I said thankful that I had given him some warning. At least he was aware that they were planning something and now he had a good idea what it was. Well, us males must stick together or we'll never stand a chance against women, they're far too good at this sort of thing!

For an observer of human behaviour like me the evening was a delight. We had a lovely meal at one of our favourite restaurants. Amy flirted with Guy outrageously. They sat together with Jo on his other side and they both put him through the mill. I was proud of him really, he dealt with it quite well considering. It was amazing to me how much his confidence around women had grown since he had been with Jo. Not surprising I suppose, she was such a lovely woman that she would improve any man's confidence. He did actually flirt back with Amy, even pecking her cheek at one time. I could see that Jo was pleased with how he behaved, pleased that he had lost his naiveté. Here was a man she could be proud of herself, proud to show him off to other women. I knew both my loves well, they enjoyed showing their men off because they loved us and were proud of us.

I'm fairly certain that it didn't take Guy long to figure out what was going on and he did start to take real notice of Amy in that way. Making it obvious that he fancied her. I think that Jo had told him to be nice to her but not that he was going to sleep with her tonight. Lena was enjoying herself as well, flirting as usual with the waiters. All innocent of course, but she enjoyed it and so did they. Interestingly they had a new waitress. A pretty young thing, no more than 18 I should think, who watched all this wide-eyed until Lena noticed her and told me to chat to her a little bit. Luckily I knew the owner of the restaurant quite well and he didn't mind us playing our games so I did flirt with her somewhat. It doesn't harm an older masculine pride like mine when a pretty young girl shows some interest when you flirt, and she did.

Lena whispered to me afterwards, "I told you didn't I, you are attractive to young women and girls. Look," she said digging me in the ribs, "look how she's looking at you now. No!! Don't make it obvious. She's thinking what you might be like in bed!"

"Don't be silly Lena," I laughed, "firstly, I'm sure she doesn't want to go to bed with and old stick like me and secondly, how could you possibly know that." 

She laughed, "Firstly, she does. I can tell, and secondly, she's licking her lips when she looks at you. That's a sure sign. Anyway," she said with a pout, "I'm going to find out!"

"Lena, you can't!"

"Of course I can. You just wait here." With that up she got and strolled over to the waitress. They chatted for a moment then disappeared into the foyer of the restaurant. I must admit I was pleased, pleased that she was back to her old playful self. All the worries of last week seemed behind her now and she was fit again. So I wasn't sorry that she was behaving like this. The others hadn't noticed much of this because they were tied up with Guy. I caught his eye and winked and he smiled back, I think he knew what was going on and had decide to enjoy himself. You could tell, however, that he was in love with Jo just by looking at them. No matter how much notice he took of Amy, he would always turn back to Jo and complement her, touch her, and occasionally kiss her. She loved every minute of it. She was allowing another women an tryst with her man and he still had time for her!

Lena came back after about five minutes looking very pleased with herself. I noticed that the waitress had returned as well and was still eyeing me but this time with a more quizzical expression.

"Lena, my angel, what have you done?" I asked laughing.

She smiled her knowing, self satisfied smile, "Her name is Anna and she's 19. She's from Arona down the lake and I can get her for you if you want!"

I must admit I was shocked, "Lena, really!"

She laughed, "Oh, I'm not going to," she said, "you've got enough on your plate already. But she does fancy you and I'm sure she would jump into bed with you if I arranged it." She snuggled up to me, oblivious of all the other people, even Jo, Guy and Amy.

"I told you didn't I, you silly man, you are so attractive. Even more so in Italy I think, where it's not unusual for older men to marry young women. She was thinking about you in bed you know. She couldn't believe we were married then I told her how good you were."




Caroline Ch. 12.03



"Lena, you didn't!!"

"Yes I did," she laughed, "then she told me that she thought you were 'nice'. I managed to get her to admit that it was more than 'nice'. You are silly you know." Then she got serious, "You mustn't get big headed now. I told you, you can only go with these women it I say so, understand?"

"Oh Lena, amata immortale, I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise us, you know that. I love you too much." Unfortunately this made her cry and she clutched me and hugged me tight.

"You are a naughty man," she whispered, "saying things like that here. You know it makes me sad."

I smiled at her, "It shouldn't make you sad, it should make you happy."

"Well it does. It makes me happy and sad that you love me so much." Now she brightened up, "Well, would you want her anyway?"

I looked over at Anna standing watching us both, I couldn't lie to Lena. Anna was a beautiful Italian girl, of course I would want her. "Darling one, I won't lie to you, you know that. She's very pretty and yes, I would want her." Then is smiled at Lena, "But only if you say so."

She smiled back that self satisfied smile again, knowing that I was hers completely. "Well it's no now, but you never know do you? She hasn't got a boy friend," she said happily.

Now our attention focussed on Guy, Jo and Amy. Amy had been all over him all evening and he was responding, as I said. Now she got up to go to the loo and Lena went with her. Jo stayed and laughingly whispered in Guy's ear. He blushed.

"I've just told him," she said smiling, "that he can have her tonight. I know he wants her," she added, "because I can feel it down below."

"Jo," he said laughing, "you are incorrigible." Then more seriously, "Jo are you sure, this is so new to me. You know I love you don't you but, oh Dad, help me out here!"

I laughed, "Guy son, just go with the flow. She knows you love her that's why she's happy to let you have Amy. Anyway, she wants to show you off, show Amy how lucky she is to have a man like you all the time." I looked at Jo and smiled, "That's it isn't it Jo. You're showing him off aren't you."

She pouted at me, "Well, I suppose I am a bit." Then she got serious, "Oh you two, you know I don't want sex at the moment when I might be pregnant. I'm sorry Guy."

"You are silly," he said cuddling her, "I love you for more than just sex you know. I wouldn't care if we never did it again, mind I would miss it," he laughed, "as long as I have you near me." Well, of course that started her crying again and she hugged him back.

"I know," she said, "but I still want you to have her. She's very pretty isn't she?"

"Not as pretty as you," he said. He was my son all right! "Yes, I do want her and, if you say so, I'll take her to bed tonight and give her as good a time as I know how." He smiled, "And I have had a good teacher haven't I?"

"Good," she said smiling, "I want you to have her so that's settled. Romance her on the way back, you can practice your technique," she ended laughing. By now Lena and Amy were on their way back for the loo and the meal was nearly over. We were walking back and Jo insisted that Guy escort Amy home whilst she and Lena hung on my arms. God you don't know what it does to a man, especially one my age, to have two gorgeous women, one on each arm. All the waiters were obviously jealous although, knowing us well, they were all smiling at the antics of the two women. As for Anna, well I noticed her looking at us rather wistfully and was rewarded by a dig in the ribs from Lena, "Only if I say so," she laughed as she caught me looking. I laughed back and hugged them both. Of course no one was to know that we were going to bed to SLEEP. The way they were acting anyone watching would feel sure we were going to bonk!

We strolled slowly back to the villa, Guy and Amy leading the way. They started apart but, as we progressed, Amy got closer to him until he had his arm around her waist and she was leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I think he has made his third conquest," Jo laughed, "she's hooked on him isn't she."

"I'm not surprised," Lena said, "he is something of a catch isn't he." Then she turned to me, "Just like his father," she said kissing me. This was quickly followed by Jo doing the same.

They'd decided to whisk Amy off when they got home, to get her ready they said, and leave me a Guy alone for a while. I had to talk to him about not getting her pregnant. None of us wanted that, although Amy, surprisingly, didn't seem to care, but it would have been silly and complicated matters. We had no chance of getting condoms in a small town in Italy on Sunday and I never used them so he'd have to stay away from straight sex with her.

"So," I said laughing as we sat down, "how do you feel about having your sex life arranged?"

He laughed back, "It's strange but I can't complain can I. I never realised it would be like this, you know, when I fell for Jo. What with Lena and everything I suppose I'm bloody lucky. Most blokes I know would give their right arms to go with Jo or Lena, let alone having someone like Amy as well. Oh dad, we are so lucky aren't we?"

"Yes we are, bloody lucky to have these two to love and to love us. But Guy, tonight you've got to be careful." He raised his eyebrows. "They want you to have her but you mustn't get her pregnant. It would cause far too many complications."

"Oh heck," he said, "I haven't given a thought to contraception, what with Jo not caring and Lena not being affected. Have we got any condoms?"

I laughed, "What do you think, I don't use them do I, so no we haven't."

"Mmm," he said, "no straight sex then."

"No," I said, "you'll have to take the back entrance. Don't worry, she likes that but it'll only be her third time so go easy. She likes to taste cum as well. Hell Guy, she's a really hot lady when she gets going. Lena could hear her down here yesterday so don't be surprised. Take advantage son," I said laughing, "enjoy yourself."

"Is it really ok dad? Doesn't Jo, or Lena for that matter, mind?"

"Guy, Jo has told you hasn't she. She doesn't mind, she wants you to do this. For her, and for Amy. Remember she gets you, and you are a fair catch you know. I know at least a dozen girls back home who would lay at your feet if you asked them."

"Really?" he said preening himself.

I laughed at his antics. "Don't get bigheaded," I said, "I suspect that Jo has the same rules as Lena. It's all right to look but no further unless she says so. And if she does SHE will arrange it. Do you know Lena even reckoned she could get that little waitress for me if I wanted her."

He laughed, "She didn't did she?"

"Yes but she said not now. I had too much on my plate already! Anyway, you'd better go to the bedroom and prepare for the fray," I said laughing. "You are certainly going to perform tonight. And don't forget, they'll probably hear all about your performance from Amy in the morning so don't let the side down!"

He laughed as he climbed the stairs, "No I won't father." And he was gone.

I am aware that I was somewhat 'robust' in my response to criticisms of the later parts of TWIML 3 (Kate). Please don't let that put you off commenting. My response only becomes 'robust' when criticism is based on the denigration of women and the application of double standards. So, please, please vote and comment particularly if you are continuing to enjoy Caroline. There is still much to come.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 12.04



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER if you don't like intense anal play. The title says it all!! I really let my imagination go in this one (not sure I'd do it really) but still loving and caring.

Mike's Tale:

Cocktails!

Ten minutes later Lena and Jo came down the stairs. "Have you told him?" Jo asked anxiously.

"Yes, he knows he mustn't get her pregnant. Jo," I said seriously, "he's worried you know, worried that you don't really mean it. It's not too late to pull him out you know. Are you sure?"

She smiled her soft smile, "Of course I'm sure. I've talked it over with Lena, haven't I Lena, and it's good for him. Mike he's not had any other women has he, just me and Lena."

"That's right," I said laughing, "but he'd have to go a long way to find two more like you wouldn't he?"

"I suppose he would," she said, "but he does deserve a bit of variety as long as he plays to my rules," she added. "He can look all he wants but he doesn't touch unless I say so and I arrange it!"

I looked at Lena and smiled, "Now where have I heard that before," I said.

"That's right Jo," said Lena, "you've got to keep them under control. Shall we have nightcap before we go to bed. I fancy a liqueur, how about you two." We both said yes so Lena rustled up some drinks and we sat enjoying the alcohol.

"I hope she's a bit quieter than yesterday," said Lena laughing, "you could hear her through the soundproofing. Mind," she said looking at me, "you were causing her some pleasure weren't you?"

"Well," I said, "you two minxes bought her that gear. You knew what it would do to me didn't you?" They both nodded, smiling. "Then she said she wanted me to take her bottom my favourite way. Well I couldn't do that, she wouldn't have managed that."

"No she wouldn't," said Lena, "it's difficult enough when you're used to it." Then she kissed me, "but it's one of my favourites anyway." This puzzled Jo. She didn't know this.

"What is your favourite then. I thought it was standing, you know, 'Number two Victorian presentation'," she said laughing.

"No," I said, "that's a close second. My favourite is face down with legs only slight apart. I don't do it often because it's difficult for the lady, isn't it Lena?" she nodded, "and I sometimes can't control myself," I ended laughing.

"You've never done it that way with me," she said sadly.

"That's because I love you," I said, "and I didn't want to hurt you."

This made her cry just a little bit and she hugged him tightly. "Well," she said, "when this little bugger is out of my tummy you are going to do it like that with me!"

Lena laughed, "Only nine months to wait Mike." Then she said seriously, "Can you go without that long Mike." She looked at Jo, "We're both sorry really."

I laughed at their seriousness. "Of course I can go without. I love you both. As you said to me when I thought I was a bit inadequate, sex is a bonus. Being with you is enough, you know that." That made Lena cry a little bit and she came and cuddled me.

"Come on you two, let's get ready for bed. I need to talk to you both seriously for a while so take the drinks upstairs." That quietened them both down so I refilled the glasses and followed them both upstairs undressed and climbed into bed with them.

"Now," I said, "I want to talk about what happens when we get back to England. Jo, you know Guy's been very worried about that don't you?"

She seemed surprised, "No, I didn't. I knew he was under the hammer from Nardo but I didn't realise that was worrying him too. What was he worried about?"

"Probably about the same thing I was," I said. "How are we going to live when we go home. What is your home, yours and Guy's?"

"Oh Mike," said Lena, "I hadn't thought about that, had you Jo?"

"No, not really. There's so much going on here isn't there, what with your blessing and my wedding, Amy, the villa. Oh dear Mike. Is he really upset?"

I laughed, "No he's not upset, just concerned about breaking you two up. He's worried that you two shouldn't be apart. He's seen how you are Jo, when you're away from Lena, and I know how much she misses you. We both realise that you have been together far longer than you've been with us. I talked a few things over with him this afternoon. We've sorted out the business end of things so that's all right, now all we have to do is sort out the living."

"OK Mike," said Lena smiling, "you've been planning again haven't you?"

I smiled, "Yes, I have and I've made a few phone calls. You don't mind do you. Guy seemed happy with my ideas. Oh nothing's fixed in concrete yet these are just ideas. Shall I fire away?"

"Yes," said Lena, "OK Jo?" She nodded.

"OK," I said taking a deep breath. This was important to me because it was about Lena's happiness, and Jo's of course, but Lena was paramount in my mind. That meant that I had to find a way to keep them near to each other but still allow them to lead separate lives.

"I don't think that you can go on living with us permanently Jo, the house isn't big enough for two families and I've expanded it about as much as it can. I don't know what Lena wants to do but I suspect you might want more children after your first," I said quizzically.

"I haven't really thought about it Mike but I expect you're right. I like children and I think I'll want more than one but we haven't discussed it together."

"Mike," Lena said suddenly, interrupting, "I think I might want more children." She seemed worried, tentative. "Do you?"

I looked her in the eye, "Lena my angel, I want what you want. If it's possible you can have as many children as you want. But all that's really for the future isn't it, we have the present to deal with. Our house is big enough for Jo and Guy to stay there now. I think that would be good because you two could help each other through the pregnancies and there is plenty of room now, even enough for confinement rooms if you want them. Jo and Guy can have the bed-sit that's being added for you or you can live in, it's up to you."

"Oh Jo," said Lena, "live in with us please, it'll be much better and we can help each other can't we." I could see she was desperate to delay their parting for as long as possible.

"I think I'd like that Mike. The four of us living together, but what about you? And Guy?"

"Oh, it's fine with Guy and I like the thought of my son and his wife living with me but, as I said, the house isn't really big enough when the children arrive, well certainly when they start to grow a bit." They both looked a bit downcast now as it seemed they were going to be apart. 

"Now to the second part of my plan. There's a small piece of land about 200 yards away from our house Jo, big enough to build a nice five bed roomed house on. So I've bought it. You and Guy can design a house for you to live in. You'll have no trouble getting a mortgage and I'll move the land into your names when we get back. How does that sound?"

They both perked up at this idea and, thankfully remembering to put their glasses down, hugged me.

"That's perfect," said Jo.

"I like it," said Lena, "how far away is it exactly and what's in between?"

"Well, in between is a piece of open land that doesn't have planning permission. I left Nerys trying to buy it so no one else can. She seemed hopeful. There is planning permission on the other land so there's no problem there." I laughed at Lena, "Sweetheart, I haven't measured the distance but it's not far, you can wave at each other and, if I can get this piece of land between, you'll have a private walkway.

"How long will it take to build the house?" asked Jo.

"Well, normally it takes anything from four to six months to build but you have to get it designed and passed before work can start. You won't really be in too much of a hurry because I suspect you won't want to move until the baby is settled will you?"

"No, I suppose not. Oh this is a good plan Mike, isn't it Lena?"

"Yes, very good." She smiled her sexy smile at me, "It's a pity we can't reward him tonight isn't it Jo?" she said laughing, "but only 25 days to go. " I laughed and hugged her tightly as Jo kissed me.

Suddenly we heard a distant, "Oh fucking hell," from next door.

"Sounds like Guy's at work in the back passage," said Lena laughing. "If she goes on like that we aren't going to get much sleep. Trouble is, Guy can probably go on for ages."

"Oh well," Jo said, "we'll just have to lie here and chat to Mike."

"Now you two," I said smiling, "tell me how you got on with Amy this afternoon." So they told me the story of their afternoon together. All through this we hear Amy next door. I don't know what he was doing to her but she was enjoying it. Unfortunately my imagination was working overtime and, to be honest, I was getting just a little bit excited myself. Lena and Jo had finished telling me about he afternoon so I was also thinking about the possibility of double teaming Amy as well so you can imagine that is was showing some signs of arousal. Lena must have noticed because she, accidentally she said, brushed her hand against my semi-hard cock.

"What's this," she said, "Jo, this naughty man is getting excited. What is it Mike, do you wish you were in there instead of Guy."

I laughed, "Lena, my angel, you ask me questions that I can't answer one way or the other so, yes I do just at this moment. What with listening to Amy enjoying herself next door and you two talking about both of us having her I'm afraid I do feel a bit randy."

She looked at Jo, then at me. "Well," she said smiling and licking her lips, "the clinic said I shouldn't have 'intrusive' sex until I'd been back but they didn't say anything about not eating did they, or about playing with toys, so I'm going to suck a lollipop and get some nice spunk out. Jo, come on, Guy won't mind that will he and you won't be doing anything harmful to the baby. Let's suck him dry, the naughty man." She laughed, "He'll be ages cumming because he's been drinking."

"Mmm," said Jo licking her lips as well, "a mouthful of cum would be very nice." With that they both pulled the bedclothes back and dragged off my boxers. My cock was a half mast and they were right, it would take longer but, hey, who cares. They were happy to work for their reward!

So they set to work. "Jo," said Lena, "you kiss him and talk dirty in his ear. Tell him what he can do to Amy on Tuesday. I'll play and suck for a while then we can change."

Jo came up level with me and we kissed, her tongue probing, before she moved to lick my ear and begin whispering suggestions about DP'ing Amy. Meanwhile Lena had started on my cock. She was gently masturbating me with one hand and blowing on the head. Then her tongue popped out and started licking the very tip of my penis, probing the tiny hole. Her hand was getting more insistent, wanking my cock and bringing it to full hardness. Jo was still licking my ear and whispering about Amy's bottom. Amy was still in full flight next door, I could hear the occasional, "Shit, oh yes, fuck my arse" and a stream of swearwords which meant she was close to cumming.

Now Lena turned away, "I wonder what it tastes like with a mouthful of Grand Marnier," she said laughing as she sipped at her liqueur. Holding the liquid in her mouth she covered the head of my cock.

"Oh fuck Lena, that burns," I said, "but it is bloody good." She swirled the liqueur around her mouth and my cockhead causing a lovely warm feeling that certainly made me even harder.

"Jo, Jo," she said as she swallowed the drink and some precum, "it really tastes good. Come on, try it with your Tia Maria." She laughed, "You can get coffee flavoured pre-cum." That had them both falling about laughing for a few moments before Jo decided to try it. The changed position and Lena came up to kiss me. We exchanged tongues just as Jo covered my cock with a mouthful of Tia Maria.

"Oh fuck, Jo. That is good." She was sucking like mad and using her tongue to work the liqueur around my cockhead. She pulled away and swallowed her drink.

"Mmm," she said, "I must try that with Guy. I wonder what it tastes like with cum?" she added laughing.

"Well," said Lena laughing, "we can try in a minute can't we?"

Now they both started on my erection. One would concentrate on the head, usually Jo using her tongue to sweep around and probe the tiny pee hole, while Lena nibbled at the base using her teeth to catch my pubes and then run her lips up and down sideways. Two pairs of hands were stroking my balls, my perineum, and all around my groin.

"Tell us when you're going to cum," said Lena laughing, "I want to taste it with Grand Marnier."

"And I want to taste it with Tia Maria," said Jo taking her mouth off my cock.

"Well it won't be long if you keep this up," I said as they licked up and down the shaft. Then it was near. "Lena, drink and suck, quick," I said as I strived to hold on so they could play with my spunk in their mouths. Lena took a quick sip of her drink then covered my cock head and sucked.

"Oh fuck," I said as the heat of the alcohol and Lena's mouth started me off. I shot my stuff into her mouth, just a few pulses, before she held me tight at the base before Jo's mouth took over. It's funny but the different liqueurs did feel different on my penis and I really shot my final few loads into Jo's sucking mouth.

Then they were both up beside me showing me their mouths full of spunk mixed with liqueurs. Lena used her tongue to mix the cocktail up then, smiling, swallowed it all. Jo did the same.

"Mmm," said Lena, "that was nice. What did you think Jo?"

"Yes, that was nice." Then she kissed me, "Your spunk tastes nice with Tia Maria," she laughed, "can you taste it as well?"

"Kiss me, see if you can taste the Grand Marnier," said Lena laughing.

So I kissed them both and yes, I could taste the liqueurs mixed with my spunk. Now I had an idea.

"You just wait you two minxes. When you are ready for sex I'm going to do that to you. I wonder what Amaretto would taste like drunk from your pussies." I laughed, "Or, indeed, from your bottoms." Filthy I know but the thought was so erotic and arousing and they both looked interested I must say.

"That sounds good," said Lena, "but I bet the alcohol stings a bit."

"I don't know," said Jo then she giggled, "try a bit now Lena. Go on, just on your finger. Mike can suck it afterwards can't he."

Lena giggled as well, "Shall I?" she asked me.

"Yes please," I said and offered her my glass.

"Pull my trousers down then Jo," said Lena, "you can watch Mike." Then she smiled her sexy smile, "only 24 days to go!"

So Jo pulled her trousers down and Lena swirled her fingers in my glass of Amaretto. Getting them nice and wet she teased her pussy open.

"Oooohhhhh," she said, "it's warm and tingly. Mmm, I like that. Can I have some more?"

"As much as you like," I said smiling and, I must say, struggling to depress the desire to lick the Amaretto off her pussy. More swirling around in the glass, then she took it from me and wiped her fingers directly onto her pussy and on to her clit, which must have been stimulated by sucking me off.

I could see she was starting to get quite excited by now and wondered how far she would go. The clinic had told us we couldn't have intrusive sex and nothing too strenuous but they hadn't said anything about orgasms. Now I could smell the Amaretto mixing with her juices and my desire to eat her was becoming overwhelming.

"Lena, oh Lena, you've got to let me drink that now, please."

She looked at me with lust in her eyes then at Jo who nodded to her. "Yes," she said, "do it now, do it now."

I took the glass from her, opened her legs and knelt between. What a wonderful sight before me! I took a mouthful of Amaretto and covered her sex using my mouth and tongue to force the liqueur into her vagina.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels funny. Oooooohh, shit yes, do that."

Now I sucked the liquid out of her. Oh god, the taste. Amaretto and Lena mixed, what a cocktail! I took another mouthful and noticed that Jo was very close now watching us playing. This time I dribbled the liqueur onto her mound so it ran down across her clit and into her pussy then I licked it all up. I couldn't get enough of this and Lena seemed to be enjoying it as well.

"Jo, Jo," she said, "will you kiss me, please. I think I'm going to cum in a minute if he keeps that up." So Jo moved up level with her and, I assume, started to kiss her. I just continued sipping Amaretto and forcing it into her vagina, then sucking it out, licking the inner lips as I did so. Then I had an idea. It would slow her down and offer a new experience.

"Turn over Lena, face down."

"Oh god no, you can't do it there, I'm not ready or anything."

I looked down at her, "Do you really think that matters Lena my darling. I want to drink this from your gorgeous bottomhole."

She looked at me and I could see she was thinking hard about it. She would be worried she wasn't clean. Well, she always kept herself clear, we have bidets at the villa after all, so I wasn't worried.

"Lena, sweetheart, turn over and let's try it."

"Mmm, sounds interesting Lena, go on try it."

"Only if you promise to do it as well!"

Jo looked a bit sceptical but, "Errrmm, we'll see."

"All right," she said and slowly turned over. I opened her legs and knelt between. What a wonderful sight this is. Lena has such a full bottom, round and succulent, how I love it, every square inch of it but now something I'd never done before. I must admit to some excitement here. If this went well now imagine doing it then taking her there. Oh god, I was enjoying this!

I massaged her cheeks gently, using my thumbs to open her cheeks and gaze upon her tight (still) rosebud. Leaning forward I licked the length of the valley back and forth before concentrating on her anus. She was clean enough for me! Now I took a mouthful of Amaretto and dribbled it into the valley at the small of her back. I held her cheeks open and he liquid ran down the valley across her anus and on to the back of her pussy.

"Oh god, that stings a bit but it's nice. Lick it off now please."

So I leant forward again and used my tongue from her pussy, across that tender area between pussy and anus, up the valley of pleasure, across her anus and right to the bottom of her spine. I did this a couple of times then decided to try for the daring part!

"Relax for me Lena. I'm going to put some inside." So saying I dipped my finger in the glass and coated it then probed at her bottom hole, pushing in to the first joint.

"Oh bugger, that feels funny. That's nice. Do it again." So I did, loosening her rubbery ring in the process. Now for the main event! Taking a mouthful of liqueur and holding her cheeks apart I covered her anus with my mouth and forced the liquid inside.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she said, "Oh shit, that stings but what a sting. Oh god, ooooooohhhhhhh," was all I heard. 

"Push now Lena, push it out." She did as I sucked. What can I say, this was the essence of her wasn't it? Not quite as nice as the front but in the heady excitement of the experience, quite glorious.

Lena was moaning into Jo's mouth as I did this and I guessed she's had an orgasm so I did it again. This time forcing even more liqueur inside her. Her bottom bucked against me as I sucked. The sweetness of the liqueur disguised the bitterness of whatever else there was and the flavour of almonds overcame everything else. I was close to cumming myself then even though I wasn't hard. This was a tremendously erotic and very filthy thing to be doing, drinking a liqueur from your lovers arsehole and I suppose that made it all the more exciting.




Caroline Ch. 12.04



I think Lena's orgasm was diminishing now. It had been much softer, quieter but seemed to have lasted a long time.

Afterwards I lay next to her, "Are you OK sweetheart? Was it good?"

She smiled her soft after orgasm smile that made her look even more beautiful, "Yes, on both counts. It was so, so naught, filthy, even. That made it so exciting but I was a bit worried, you know, about the baby, so I was very still. That sort of made it last longer and feel different. How about you darling, did you enjoy that?"

"Oh Lena, if I could bottle the taste I'd keep it with me always." I laughed, "What a cocktail, Amaretto and Lena. WOW!"

She looked at Jo pointedly, "Jo, do you want a go now?"

I could see that Jo was having conflicting feelings here. I sensed that she didn't want any sex because she was worried about the baby but babies inside tummies are quite strong. After all, a woman didn't know she was pregnant in the old days until quite late on so sex isn't a problem but you know what they say, nurses and doctors make the worst patients.

"Jo, you must try," Lena said, "Mike, you want to don't you?"

"Want to try Amaretto and Jo, you bet I do," I said laughing.

"Come on Jo, trousers down!" said Lena laughing and starting to remove Jo's pyjama bottoms. "Mike, go and get a refill!"

I popped downstairs and topped up my glass of Amaretto. By now I'd had quite a lot to drink but I was enjoying these games. When I got back upstairs Jo was lying back on the bed with her pyjama off her legs. She looked gorgeous.

"Come on Mike. Get that tongue working," laughed Lena. She was level with Jo and started kissing her, Jo responding immediately. I knelt between her legs and wet my finger with Amaretto and gently probed Jo's pussy, just teasing her with the alcohol.

"Ooooffff," I heard from Jo, "that feels strange, more please!" So plenty of liqueur on my middle fingers and a deeper probe into her pussy, stroking the inner walls with Amaretto.

"Oh god Lena, Lena," was all I heard. Next I stroked her clit, rising now as she became more excited, with my finger soaked in liqueur. This brought another, "Oh god, yes." I stroked her clit for a few moments then sipped a mouthful of my drink and covered her pussy with my mouth. Poking my tongue through tightly closed lips I opened her pussy and pushed the liqueur inside by expelling air. This forced the liqueur quite deep inside Jo's delectable pussy and resulted in a soft scream of pleasure as the alcohol warmed the inside of her vagina. Now I sucked and licked, tasting another heady cocktail of Amaretto and Jo, more Jo than Lena because Jo is always wetter. Hell it was gorgeous. 

I took another mouthful and did the same again. Jo was moving quite well now, not violently just her hips up and down. Lena was kissing her and she was getting quite close I thought. Time to taste the back of Jo, "Turn over Jo," I said.

She looked at me, "Sure?" she said worried, I think, by the same thing that worried Lena.

"Absolutely," I smiled at her, "I can't wait to taste this in your bottom." She blushed and slowly turned face down. Again, as with Lena, I opened her legs and knelt between. Oh dear what a fantastic sight. Jo's bottom is different from Lena's but just as gorgeous. Tighter, with less fat, her anus is fully visible without parting the cheeks of her bottom. Her bottom is smaller so is her anus, a tiny ring that I still wonder expands to take my erection, but it does. As before I coated my finger with Amaretto and worked it into her anus to the first joint. Then I poured a tiny amount at the base of her spine and watched it run down to her pussy. I opened her anus as it ran past and some dribbled inside.

"Oh fuck, that stings," she said, "oh God Lena that feels funny. So naughty. Lick me please, use your tongue you filthy man."

"I'm going to be naughtier in a moment," I said laughing as I began to lick the liqueur from her body. From her pussy back to her anus, I used my tongue to lick up the nectar of juices combined with alcohol. I did this twice then said to Jo, "Are you ready Jo?"

"Mmm," she said and I saw her anus relax and a tiny hole appear in the middle of the tight little ring. I took a mouthful of liqueur and covered her anus then forced the liquid inside. She jumped.

"Oooooooofffffffff, that feels funny. Oh heck, that feels good. Warm and wonderful. Oh yes," and she kissed Lena hard.

"Relax and push Jo," is said and sucked on her rectum. Out came the liquid, bitter and sweet and almondy. I swallowed this cocktail of erotic pleasure never thinking I would ever do anything like this. I wanted more!

"Second lot Jo. Are you ready?"

"Oh fuck yes. More please."

I filled my mouth and again forced all of the liquid into her tight hole. This time I pulled away and watched the liqueur dribble out. Hell, it was filthy but so, so erotic. What would it be like to fuck her like that, I thought. Her bottom full of liqueur: but not now. That would be wrong even if I was able. I bent forward and licked the dark brown liquid, surprisingly sweet. Filthy, crude, disgusting I know but I wanted it, wanted to taste her. Jo was cumming now as I licked her back and forth. As she reached her high I covered her anus and sucked producing a scream from her as I drained her rectum of liquid.

"Aaaagggghhh, Mike, oh Mike," she moaned over and over again.

I moved level with her and kissed her lips, "Was that good?" I asked.

"Oh shit yes. Ooops," she laughed, "wrong thing to say!"

"Jo, don't be crude," laughed Lena. Then to me, "Did you really enjoy it, you know. Oh you know what I mean."

"Of course I did princess. I'm looking forward to doing it again."

"What were you thinking when you stopped for a while?" asked Jo.

I smiled, "Well, I was thinking how interesting it would be to take your bottoms when they were full of liqueur."

"Oh that's disgusting," said Lena laughing, then, "but it does sound interesting though! Perhaps, but you'll have to wait a long time won't you, 9 months!"

"Mmm," I said, "but I'm sure it'll be worth the wait!"

"Come on Jo," said Lena, "I think we need to get cleaned up after that naughty Mike has used us so horribly!"

I laughed, "And you didn't want to be used?" I asked ironically.

"Oh yes," said Jo, "we wanted to be used but it was very, very naughty wasn't it?"

"Mmm, but bloody gorgeous. If I could bottle that I'd drink it all day," I said laughing.

"Oh you are so, so naughty," laughed Lena as they disappeared to the bathroom. When they came back we all went to sleep huddled together in a happy heap. 

Yes I know – but I did warn you!!

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 12.05



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Just a good old threesome. Oral, straight, anal, DP, etc.

Mikes tale:

Double Teaming Amy

I awoke first in the morning and, leaving them both sleeping, went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. Guy must have heard me because he came in a few moments later.

"Bloody hell Guy," I said as he came into the kitchen, "what were you doing to her last night. We could hear her in the next room."

He laughed, "Dad, she is dynamite isn't she?"

I laughed in return, "Yes," I said, "when she gets going there's no stopping her."

"Five times dad, she had five orgasms. I couldn't keep up. Twice I licked her and then came three times in her bottom. God she's hot." Then he was serious, "Was Jo OK?" he asked. "I worried you know, worried she might change her mind."

I smiled at him, "No she was OK. Guy, I made her cum with my mouth. You're all right about that aren't you. I guess you'll be like me now she's pregnant."

He smiled his happy smile, "I'm all right about that dad. I hope you had a good time."

"We did," I said and I told him what we had done.

"Really," he said, "that sounds interesting. Do you think she'll let me do that."

I laughed, "Guy, old son, I should think it's absolutely certain. She enjoyed it, so did Lena. They were both even more interested when I suggested it might be interesting to take them with their pussies or bottoms full of liqueur. Guy these women are bloody wonderful. Now, about Amy, was it good?"

"Yes, it was. She really is something isn't she. I thought she's never stop. And swear and shout. I'm not surprised you could hear her. I had her bottom every way I know. She wanted me to have straight sex with her but I said no, I didn't want to make her pregnant. She wasn't too happy about that but she liked me in her bottom well enough."

"I wonder if she'll want to try the both of us?"

"Dad, I wouldn't be surprised." He laughed, "She'll probably wear both of us out!"

"Who'll wear you both out," said Lena as she and Jo came into the kitchen.

"Amy," I said, "she gave Guy a hard time last night."

"I know," said Jo laughing, "we heard!"

Guy swept her up in his arms. "I'd rather have you," he said kissing her, "I'd rather have you once that her a hundred times," and he kissed her.

She started to cry, "Oh you naughty man, you shouldn't say things like that. It makes me cry."

"I'm sorry wife to be," he said smiling softly at her, "but it's true." They stayed in each other's arms for a few moments the pulled apart.

"Mike tells me that you all had a good time last night as well."

Now Jo looked worried, "Oh Guy, I'm sorry. It was Lena's fault wasn't it Lena?"

Lena laughed, "Yes Guy, it was. Mind I didn't force her but when she saw how much I enjoyed it she decided to have a go."

"You don't mind do you," Jo said tearfully.

He kissed her again, "No," he said playfully, "I just hope you remembered everything so we can try it!"

She laughed, "Oh you beast, Mike's told you hasn't he. It was very, very rude and naughty, and I can't wait for you to do it to me. What is your favourite liqueur?" she asked archly.

That made us all laugh and we busied ourselves getting breakfast. When it was all ready Lena popped off to get Amy and they both came in a few moments later. Amy looked a bit embarrassed and I made an effort to welcome her in.

"Morning Amy, you look radiant," I said kissing her.

"He means well fucked," said Lena which caused a great big blush on Amy's part.

"Take no notice," I said, "of course you are but then we'd expect you to be after a night with Guy. Come on. Breakfast." We all enjoyed our breakfast and afterwards the women all went upstairs to shower together and, no doubt, to discuss last nights experiences.

Monday was a quiet day all round. I think Amy was tired out after her two days of almost constant sex. After all she'd been taken in the bottom four or five time in two days and had countless orgasms. Jo and Lena wanted to relax a bit after the previous night's naughtiness and discuss the wedding plans. Guy and I, well we were under orders to take it easy in case Amy agreed to the DP so we went out on the lake fishing and didn't catch anything!

The women decided to cook dinner that evening and they went off into the kitchen while Guy and I played chess and cards. He might take me at golf regularly and wipe the board with me at chess but at cards I was his master! They cooked a lovely meal together and we enjoyed it with plenty of wine – no sex on the agenda tonight.

When we went to bed, Guy and Jo took the main bedroom and Lena, Amy and I the second. No hanky-panky at all.

On Tuesday morning I was up first again with Guy getting breakfast. Lena whispered to me later that morning that Amy was ready to try both of us this afternoon. She was excited by the prospect but she said that she and Jo would go out after getting Amy ready. They didn't want to inhibit any of us by their presence. I mentioned it to Guy and he looked very interested indeed, I must admit I was too. Double teaming a willing woman like this is immensely exciting when you do it with another man you can trust.

"You mustn't hurt her," Lena had said, "but you must be demanding with her. She knows that. She wants to experience everything you know. She knows she probably won't ever do this again and she wants it to include everything. You must stop if she says so as well, is that OK?"

I'd smiled at her, "Of course we won't hurt her and, yes, we will stop if she says so."

"I got some condoms yesterday so Guy can go in the front as well," she said smiling, "I know you'll want her bottom!"

I smiled, "Yes, I rather think I will."

"We're going out to dinner tonight so you can have a good time this afternoon." She laughed, "I don't think she minds if she can't sit down for a day or two!"

"Is she really sure about this Lena? And are you and Jo?" I wasn't going to lie to her. "Look sweetheart, we both want to do this, we'd be lying if we said we didn't but we won't do it unless you are certain about. Jo probably needs to tell Guy as well you know. I'd like to be sure that Amy really wants it and knows what she's letting herself in for."

She kissed me, "I know you too well," she said smiling, "yes, I want you to do it and I'll ask Jo to speak to Guy. Amy will ask you both to DP her this afternoon and she'll ask you to do everything she saw in the film and anything else you can think of. Is that OK?"

"Mmm," I said thinking how bloody lucky I was to have her love me so much she could lend me out like this. Off she went to find Jo and Amy.

Lunch was a sexy meal. Amy came into the room and sat between myself and Guy. Turning to me she smiled oh so coyly and said, "I want to have you both this afternoon. Lena and Jo said I could. I may never do this again so I want to experience everything, everything you can do or think of doing." The she kissed us both. Shit, I was hard already.

"There," said Lena, "I told you she wanted to be double teamed this afternoon." She laughed, "Show her no mercy, mind don't hurt her and stop if she says so." I think she was just reiterating the rules in front of Amy so she knew she was ultimately in control of the situation.

"Jo and I are going out this afternoon so you don't need to be embarrassed by our presence. We expect you to perform you know, for Amy."

I laughed, "I'm sure we'll do our best won't we Guy?"

"Yes Mike," he said smiling at Amy, "we want her to remember it don't we!"

Lena and Jo cleared up after lunch and took Amy with them into the kitchen. They said they wanted to talk to her about this afternoon. After about an hour they came back in.

"We're going upstairs now to get Amy ready aren't we Amy?"

She looked at us coyly. God it was going to be difficult not to be very, very harsh with her! "Yes, I want to be ready for you both." Then she gave us an arch look, "Will you be ready for me?"

We both laughed, "Yes," I said, "of that you can be sure. Come on Guy," I said to him, "We'll go and shower and await Amy's pleasure. We'll be in the main bedroom Amy."

She looked a mite apprehensive now that the time was near but Jo bustled her upstairs and we followed.

Double Teaming Amy!

We showered separately and waited in the bedroom in boxer shorts. Our experiences with Lena and Jo had made us easier with each other now. The first time was a bit difficult but the girls soon made sure we lost any inhibitions. Now we were OK about performing in front of each other. 

We decided that I'd be the 'director' arranging things, getting Amy into the right position, that sort of thing. Quite openly now, Guy said he'd be able to cum three times this afternoon so we planned to give her one in her mouth and two in her bottom. I was going to, hopefully, save myself for the last DP and add some more magic nectar to his offerings there.

We moved the bed to the mirrors and slid the chaise longue out into the room. It was going to play a major part in her pleasant ordeal. Settee's are really useful when it comes to arranging positions!

We sat on the bed chatting about these two wonderful women we loved and how we couldn't wait to see them showing their pregnancies. It's still amazing to me that we could do this. Talk about these lovely ladies and how much we loved them despite awaiting the arrival of a lovely young woman who was giving herself to us completely.

After a while the door opened and in came Lena and Jo. They made a beeline to us both, each hugging their respective man.

Lena kissed me then said, "This is just to show that we really don't mind. You must enjoy yourselves this afternoon, you won't get another opportunity like this for at least 10 months," she laughed, "so make the best of it!"

"Yes," said Jo laughing as well, "give Amy something to remember when she sits her grandchildren on her knee! By the way," she added smiling at Guy, "here's a little present," and she handed him a packet of condoms. "We got them yesterday. Now you can have her front and back," she ended laughing.

"She'll be down in a little while," said Lena and, with that, they both left to go shopping.

We sat waiting and, after a couple of minutes, Amy came into the room. She had a house coat on just like before and she seemed very confident, sure of herself as she smiled a seductive smile and said, "I hope you like this," and took off the coat.

Well, shit, she was dressed like Jade again. A marvellous rich red bra and panty set with matching silk stocking and high heeled shoes. My cock started to spring to attention as I gazed at her open mouthed.

"Amy my love, you've got to stop doing this, you look fabulous. Good enough to eat," I said as I momentarily forgot Guy and walked over to her.

"I hope you will," she said laughing, "among other things." She was certainly OK about what was to happen to her and, I must admit, that made me feel a little bit better. Look, it's difficult to hold back in these situations. You have a woman, you don't love her so there are none of the inhibitions that this brings to what you do to her, who is ready and willing to have a wild sexual experience. It is very easy to get carried away in the heat of sex and go too far. I had visions in my mind of her doing various things that would test her in many ways. The good thing was, I sensed she wanted that.

I held her tightly too me feeling the soft silkiness of her underwear and stockings against my skin. I kissed her and her tongue immediately pressed into my mouth, finding mine and dancing. I ran my hands over her back and her bottom, pulling her to me as my erection grew. Then Guy was behind her, as excited as I was by her body, seductively presented by her lingerie. So she was sandwiched between us and, I'm sure, could feel us pressing into her.

"I want to suck you both," she whispered in my ear. Then she turned between us, kissed Guy and sank to her knees. She started on Guy first, dropping his boxers and taking hold of his erection, almost full grown by now, and masturbating him strongly. Her tongue licked around the head before her mouth covered him, taking as much as she could inside. She sucked him for a while then turned to me, one had still on Guy, as she wanked me with the other. Her mouth now covered my cock and her tongue probed the tiny hole at the time. My hands went to her head as I began to slowly fuck her face. She looked up at me and smiled around my penis as it slid over her lips.

Then she turned to Guy, whose hands replaced mine on her head, and sucked him again. He began to move faster and harder now, filling her mouth. She was wanking him furiously, eager I suspect, for her first dose of magic nectar from his rampant penis. I could tell he wouldn't be long and, sure enough, he let out a long, "Aaaaggghhhh," and began to fill her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all and some dribbled down her chin in that very sexy way. Softening a bit, Guy pulled from her mouth and she turned to me. Looking up she opened her mouth to show me his offering then, still wanking me, she took me back into her mouth. Hell, it was so warm and tender that it was all I could do to hold off!

I stopped her and lifted her up. By now she's swallowed all of Guy's first dose except for a tiny bit on her chin which she now captured with her finger and sucked off. Time now to undress her and take control so I picked her up and laid her on the bed, kissing her all the time. Guy was busy recovering for a few minutes so I attended to Amy. I undid her bra and revelled in the taste and texture of her boobs, sucking the pierced nipples, pulling on the tiny rings she was wearing, and licking the underside. Then I moved down to her sex, biting her tenderly through the silky red knickers before removing them and biting her again. I could see that Guy was at her boobs, kissing and sucking and she was beginning to rise to her first of many orgasms.

Lifting and opening her legs I knelt in between and feasted on her sex. My tongue probed inside her pussy, laving the inner lips as I tasted the essence of her, a bittersweet heady flavour. Now and again I'd move to her clit, growing now as she became even more aroused, and sucked gently. She was moaning softly by but soon she would be screaming!

Moving her legs back even further my tongue found her tight little anus and probed again. Now she was going!

"Oh fuck yes, lick me there. Oh shit yes, yes," she yelled as I continued to test her tightness. Guy was still busy on her boobs, he had a bit of a penchant for boobs. Although he was a bottom man through and through, he could spend ages worshiping the female breast – much to their pleasure I might add.

To bring her to her first orgasm I moved back to her pussy and continued to suck and lick her there and, wetting my middle finger with her juices, pushed it softly into her anus.

"Oooohhhhh, fuck yes, yes, yes. Aaaagggghhh," was all we heard as her orgasm hit. "Oh fuck my arse with your finger, lick me." Poor Guy, she had his head pressed tightly to her boobs and I don't think he could move. I continued to finger fuck her bottom and lick her because now she was going to experience almost continual stimulation. 

Raising my head momentarily I said to Guy, "Take her mouth Guy, she's going to suck you while I fuck her."

I went back to licking her pussy and clit, and finger fucking her bottom as Guy moved up to put his cock in her mouth. She grabbed it eagerly, sucking like mad. Now I moved my cock up to the entrance to her pussy before thrusting forward and filling her completely. This surprised her and she sucked even harder on Guy. At least she was quiet now, other that the sounds of her slurping on Guy's erection that is. She could hardly speak could she?

We both fucked her for a while like this but it's not the easiest for her so we both pulled out and moved her to the settee. With Guy sitting at one end and Amy leaning over the arm sucking him, I was able to get deep inside her, driving downwards into her warm and wet haven. I don't know whether she was climaxing but she was thrashing about as much as the position would allow and sucking on Guy like there was no tomorrow.

"Time to change," I smiled to Guy. I kept moving in Amy as she watched him slide on a condom ready to take her pussy for the first time. He looked as if he was going to enjoy this.

"Stay there Guy, Amy can sit on you." I pulled my erection from her wonderfully warm and tight pussy, and lifted her off the settee, and settled her on to Guy. He held his cock upright and she positioned herself and slid down the shaft.

"Oh fuck, that's good. Oh, oh, oh," she sang as she bounced up and down on his cock. Time to quiet her down a little bit. I climbed onto the settee, turned her head and filled her mouth with my erection. She reached for it hungrily, taking half inside her mouth as she moved on Guy. I held her head quite tightly and began to move more strongly in her mouth. She was still happily bouncing on Guy's erection and I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying it as well. Her tongue was working overtime around my cockhead so I decided it might be a good time to change again.

Taking my cock from her mouth I said to Guy, "Swing round and lay flat Guy." He did, "Now turn Amy around so she's facing away." With a little help from me we managed to turn her around with taking her off his cock. She was moaning and kissing me as we did this, apparently lost in a heaven of pleasure.

Guy laid right down and now she was facing away I was able to arrange her so that her head dropped backwards over the arm of the settee. Standing, I was able to get my erection straight into her mouth and down her throat. Now I know she hadn't deep-throated before but this was just about the best position for trying. 

Kneeling next to her I whispered, "I'm going to fuck your throat now Amy, do you want me too, deep in your throat."

Guy was still thrusting away at her and I don't know whether she took any note of what I said but she managed to nod and mumble, "Yes, oh yes."

I stood and placed my erection at her open mouth. She sucked me inside and I (with much difficulty, I might add) gently pushed forward until I felt the back of her mouth. "Swallow it Amy, swallow."

I must have got through to her because I felt the muscles at the top of her throat grip my cock head. I pushed and in I went, balls rubbing on her upturned nose. God, she was tight, tight and wonderful as her throat muscles gripped my penis in a vice like grip. I would easily have stayed there all day but she had to breath and this was her first experience so I pulled out. She gasped for breath and I knelt beside he head, "OK Amy, again."

"Oh fuck yes, yes. Fuck my throat while he fucks my cunt. Come on, fuck me both of you!" She was one hell of a women when she got going was Amy!

So I moved back behind her head and fed my cock into her mouth. She swallowed it all and I got into a rhythm, fucking her mouth and throat, allowing her to breathe. I didn't think I should do this for too long and, anyway, Guy should have a go so I said to him, "Guy, you've got to do this." Then to Amy, laying there looking completely sated and we hadn't really started yet, "Stay there sweetheart, you can have a longer one now."

She smiled up at me, sexy as always, "Yes please but I want you in me as well."

Guy came round and supported her head and body as I climbed underneath her and lowered her down onto my stiff maleness. She let out a long sigh as I buried myself completely inside her tight pussy. God she was lovely! She leaned back, getting into the same position so that Guy could literally fuck her throat. She looked up at him and smiled, "Come on Guy, fill my mouth with that lovely prick of yours. I want to swallow it." He needed no second invitation so he pulled off the condom and we both began to move inside her. How she did it I don't know but she took all of Guy down her throat. His face was a picture. He didn't want to cum again but he was obviously having difficulty controlling his orgasm. I thought I'd better rearrange us and it was time her bottom felt a stiff penis.




Caroline Ch. 12.05



"Let's change position Guy, you can have her arse now." I moved her back into the position before with her lying over the arm of the chaise longue with her bottom in the air. As before she started sucking my cock like mad. I watched as Guy knelt between her legs and used his tongue to lave her anus and the valley between her cheeks. This caused a major swear from Amy. 

Taking me from her mouth she screamed, "Oh shit, lick my arsehole, fuck my arse please. Stick that lovely prick deep inside me." Then she attacked my cock again, sucking like mad. Now Guy used KY on her and then himself before he put his cock at her anus and pushed forward. No tender entry now, he just thrust half his cock inside her, waited a moment, and then filled her with the rest. She bucked, she moaned around my cock and, as he began to drive in and out of her bottomhole, she screamed. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned, "Yes, yes, yes. Cum there please, I want to feel it. Aaaagggghhh," she groaned again and again as he reamed her arsehole long, hard and deep. He was close now and I could tell he wouldn't be long so I put my cock back in her mouth and held her head in place as he pumped his second load of cum into her, coating her bowels and rectum with spunk ready for me to slide into. Holding her tightly like this prevented her from really expressing the orgasm I sensed she was having and that made it better it think. She had to internalize the feelings.

"Change Guy," I said as I pulled from her mouth, "I want some of that Amy. Can I fuck your arse now?"

"Oh God yes, yes, yes. You fuck me Mike."

So we changed and I stood looking down at her tiny bottom with her, now not so tight anus, winking at me in between her cheeks. There was a tiny dribble of white leaking out, his cum trying to escape the darkness! She was guzzling away at Guy's now slightly soft cock getting it ready for the final challenge. That might take a while so I looked forward to a long session in her rear passage.

This is a great position for anal sex. Her bottom, directly over the arm of the settee, was poised at just the right angle to lean forward and enter her. It's made easier by being able to either lean all your weight into her bottom or to take some with your arms on the back of the settee. Smearing some KY on my erection I leant forward and placed the head at her anus. Nodding to Guy to hold her head on his cock, I drove forward burying three quarters of my cock inside her. As before she bucked against me and started to writhe her body, unable to express her pleasure, or anything else come to that, because Guy's cock was filling her mouth.

Now I drove the final quarter of my cock into her, stretching her anus far more that Guy. The feeling was heavenly. Her rectum was hot and tight, and her anus was like a soft rubber ring clasping the base of my penis. Guy let her head go now and she moaned. Lifting her head she let out a long, "Aaaaggghhhh," as I began to fuck her arse with long deep strokes. Slowly at first then speeding up until I was buggering her with some intensity, driving my cock deep in her bowels with my thighs banging against her tiny bottom.

She continued to suck Guy who was getting hard again but every now and again she'd let out a scream as I hit rock bottom in her rear entry. She seemed to be enjoying it, I know I was and I had to stop now or I'd cum too early. Time now for her final challenge, double penetration.

I pulled from her bottom hole, gaping quite a lot now after the attention it had received from our rampant cocks, and lifted her up from the settee. We decided to do the DP on the bed as it might be a bit easier for her. We wanted to romance her a little bit as well to give us all a rest.

I laid her on the bed and we lay on each side looking down. She looked radiant, well fucked actually. Well she had been hadn't she! I don't know how many orgasms she'd had but she seemed happy now, a lovely smile on her face as she looked up at us.

"Are we finished?" she asked coyly.

I smiled down at her, "No, not yet. Do you still want to try both of us at once?"

"Oh fuck yes," she said, "but will you kiss me a bit first?"

Our reply was to begin kissing her. I kissed her lips and Guy went between her legs and began to kiss and bite her pussy, still swollen from all the attention. I kissed her mouth, her eyes, all over her face as she reached for me and held me to her. She was moaning again so I figured Guy was working well down there. I moved to her boobs and played with the rings in her nipples, pulling them quite hard as she careered away on another orgasm. We were both hard now so I motioned to Guy to lay on his back. 

He quickly put on another condom as I lifted Amy and whispered to her, "Time to party sweetheart. If you want us both climb on board."

She looked excited, and a bit apprehensive. She was, after all, going to take two 8 inch cocks for the first time so she must have wondered how it would feel. I had no doubt she'd manage OK so I smiled and said, "It's OK Amy, you'll be fine."

She smiled back and made her decision, climbing over Guy's erect penis and sliding down on him. "Oh fuck, fuck, that's good," she moaned as she settled right down.

I used some more lube on myself and got into position behind her. "Lean forward Amy and stick your bottom out." She looked back at me and smiled, doing as I asked. Her anus was still gaping slightly and looked absolutely delightful, almost begging to be filled with my erection.

Putting my erection at her anus, I grabbed her hips and pushed forward, getting half my cock inside her at the first attempt. God she was tight now, with Guy's penis in her pussy. I could feel him through the thin membrane separating rectum from vagina and it was all I could do to hold still for a while to let her get used to both front and back being full.

She seemed OK because she had fallen on Guy's face, kissing him over and over again. The she looked back, "More please, fill me with your cocks. Split me in two. Oh please, please, more!" I pushed the rest of my penis inside her rectum and almost came myself. Hot, tight, smooth; the tunnel of her rectum was bliss as I was buried deep inside her.. The effect of another penis in her vagina was fantastic and the whole situation of a DP is exciting anyway.

Now time to fuck her. I started to move, in and out, in and out. Slowly at first to allow Guy to time his movements with mine. We either both filled her at once, which usually resulted in a scream or a long, "Oh fu . . . . ck," or we alternated, filling her arse or her pussy. She loved every moment! At one point she was driving her bottom back onto both of us as she came, screaming out her pleasure and bucking like a wild horse.

As she came down I leant forward and whispered to her, "Shall we cum now or do you want to try a different position?"

"Don't fucking stop," she said still very excited. "Fuck me some more, please."

I pulled out from her bottom and lay on my back. This would be a real trial for her. "Sit on me Amy, facing away." She climbed off Guy and positioned herself over my penis. Lowering herself down, she direct my cock to her pussy. "No Amy, in your arse this way."

She looked back apprehensively then moved herself slightly and sat down with my cock embedded in her rectum. She screamed again as she settled, taking all 8½ inches inside her. I reached up for her and pulled her backwards, "This is the end sweetheart. Lean back for Guy to get inside then we'll fuck you till we cum!"

She leant back and my hands went to her boobs, massaging them quite firmly, as Guy lifted her legs and drove his cock inside her. Now we went to town on her, fucking hard and long inside her tightness. I could feel Guy's cock running over mine making her arsehole so tight. I didn't have much room for movement but Guy was pumping her so strongly that it felt as if her rectum was masturbating me. She was screaming and moaning, "Yes, oh fuck yes," over and over again as a massive orgasm arrived for her. 

I released my control and started to cum inside her arse, adding my load to Guys previous offering. It was sensational, pulse after pulse filled her and she must have felt the heat of the liquid hitting her insides. Guy came at almost the same time, filling his condom I suppose.

He pulled out of her sopping pussy and lifted her off me. I was a bit puffed now after all this hard work and Amy seemed completely out of it. Guy laid her down on the bed and went to get a towel and cool flannel to wipe her down. She looked wanton, a woman who had been completely and totally satisfied, screwed into the ground, but she did have a soft smile on her face so she must have enjoyed it.

She looked at me, "I can feel your cum running out of my bottom," she said softly, "it's nice." I rolled over and kissed her.

"Are you OK Amy darling?"

"Oh yes," she said, "I don't think I've ever felt so tired but I enjoyed every minute. I lost count of my orgasms you know." She laughed, "Lena said I would."

I smiled down at her, "Did you enjoy it sweetheart," I said softly, "we didn't hurt you did we. We were very demanding."

"No," she said smiling, "you didn't hurt me and, yes you were very demanding but I enjoyed every minute of it. I wanted you to be demanding, to do everything." She looked a bit sad for a moment, "As Lena said, I probably won't ever do this again so I wanted to do everything, experience everything, so I could remember what it felt like to be between two men."

"I'm glad," I said, "it was good for us as well you know. You were pretty fantastic I think, better that those girls on the DVD's wasn't she Guy?" I asked him as he returned with flannel and towel.

"You bet she was." He looked at her, "You were fantastic Amy, absolutely fantastic."

We gently wiped her face, covered in perspiration from exertions, with the cool flannel and dried her off.

She must have become conscious of her need to tidy up because she said, "I must go and sort myself out," and she got up and walked towards the door.

It was such an erotic sight because I could see spunk running out of her bottom hole down her leg. She must have felt it because she stopped and looked over her shoulder. She looked so, so sexy then that I wished I could drag her back to the bed for another round but I was finished and so was Guy.

"I can feel it," she said, "feel it running out of me. It's marvellous. I don't want to lose it really but I must." She smiled, "See you in a minute," and she was gone.

Guy and I took turns in the small shower and got dressed. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee, he sat in the lounge. When I came back in Amy was sitting demurely on the sofa opposite. You would never have believed that this was the woman we had spent nearly 2 hours double teaming. 

She smiled as I came in. A sexy but demure smile that told a long story. I poured coffee just as Lena and Jo came home.

"Hi you two," I said, "coffee here, just made." So they both sat down looking us over.

"Did you have a good time?" Lena asked me archly.

"Oh yes," I said smiling.

"And you?" Jo asked Guy.

"Bloody hell, yes," he said.

They both turned to Amy. "I think that the men are going for a walk now aren't you?" she said to me. "We want to talk to Amy."

"Come on Guy, we've been thrown out while they interrogate Amy about our performance." I turned to Amy smiling, "Please give us a good report Amy otherwise we'll be in trouble."

She laughed, "I will," she said as we left.

I'm going to stop now for a while. Lena will tell you about the interim between our next visit to the Villa when I'll tell you what happened then.

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Caroline Ch. 13.01



Caroline – Part 2, Ch. 13.01

Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Just a short interim chapter with a little bit of plot and some personal opinions from the mouth of Caroline. There is a little bit of philosophising about how woman are treated. 

I am sorry for such a delay in posting but I have had lots of computer and internet problems and also time has been at a premium. I hope to post several new chapters from Caroline in the next week or two. I also have a new novel length story almost ready. I continue to struggle to finish Kate and find the time to start on part 2 of Miranda. 

I know there is no sex in this one but please, please read it as it does underpin much of how people behave in this world I have created. The next two chapters are also non-erotic although there is discussion of sex.

Please remember that the 'Caroline' story was written some time ago and purely for my enjoyment. I had not considered submitting it when the vast majority was written.

Caroline's Tale:

Interim:

Hi, me again. Wasn't that good? I really enjoyed reading that and yes, it was prompted by making love again. I liked to keep these little stories about our life. They've given me great comfort over the years.

Anyway, back to the story.

As the men left we turned to Amy to begin her grilling. Well, not really, we were just interested in how she got on and, yes, we did want to know how our men had performed. Mike knows us too well. We were keen that they were good, good in bed because we did boast about them, we were proud of their ability to satisfy us, and other women. Now, just a word about other women, well I didn't mind Mike looking; as I've written before, he is a man and men look. In a way I'd be worried if he didn't but, although I wasn't really jealous in that way, I was too sure of his love for me now, I didn't want him 'spreading himself about' as it were. If he liked a girl so much and I liked her as well there was no reason he couldn't have her, as long as I said so. I know Jo felt the same about Guy, even more so perhaps, because he was so inexperienced with women. He hadn't been with anyone before Jo and she was conscious of the fact that she had been with other men (boys really) although it never bothered Guy. He always said he was happy with just her, she was fantastic, which, of course, generally made her feel really good and start crying!

So I turned to Amy and asked her, "Well," I said, "what was it like?"

Surprisingly she seemed a bit down now. She'd been fine in front of the men but now she seemed sad.

"Oh Lena, it was marvellous, wonderful. I had so many cums and I enjoyed it so much. I didn't want them to stop. I almost cried when they both came because I wanted it to go on and on." She seemed close to tears now.

"What is it Amy, you can tell us," said Jo, then seriously, "they didn't hurt you did they. They'll be in trouble if they did!"

"No," she said, "they didn't hurt me. I'm a bit sore but that's to be expected isn't it." Then she started crying.

I held her tightly to me, "Oh Amy, Amy, what is it. What's upset you."

"I'm a slut," she managed to mumble in between her sobs. "I enjoyed it so much I must be a slut, a whore. Just like those girls in the films. The men called them sluts and whores. I let myself be used by them didn't I? Oh Lena, Jo, what have I turned into?"

Now I understood. Because she'd had a sexual experience this afternoon far outside the ordinary she was feeling guilty so she was punishing herself, just like society punishes all women who enjoy sex.

Look, I'm going to get on my high horse now. Why is it that a woman who has several partners and enjoys sex is called a slut, whore, or other such negative names yet men who do the same are call things like lotharios or said to be 'sowing wild oats', 'playing the field': all positive terms.

It's all right for men to put themselves about but not women. I get so angry with this cultural bias. It's in the language as well. Women have just as much right to enjoy sex as men and to use their bodies as they want to use them. Of course they have a responsibility as well, every right comes with a responsibility. A responsibility to themselves and their dignity but then so do men. It's just that it's all so unfair. Look what it was doing to Amy. She'd done nothing wrong had she? She just wanted to have a unique sexual experience. All three adults agreed, nobody was hurt or forced to do anything against their will, so what is the problem. Why should society, or Amy herself, judge Amy differently from the men. She would be the one vilified wouldn't she, if anyone found out. Not the two men who'd taken part.

I'm sorry about that but seeing Amy in such a state got me really annoyed. Not with her but with a culture that could be judgemental about what she did in private and with adults. I mean, ours is a pretty free culture after all, god knows what it must be like for women in others.

I looked at Jo and we both realised we had something of a repair job to carry out here. We sat either side and cuddled her.

"Shusssh," whispered Jo in her ear, "shush now Amy. Don't think like that. You are not a slut and you never will be."

"Do you know what a 'slut' is?" I asked her softly.

"A woman who puts it about I suppose," she said, "one who likes to be fucked by lots of men. I don't know really but they called the girls in those films sluts didn't they?"

"Yes they did and I don't know why really. That's one of the problems with most adult movies, they seem to want to denigrate or deride women. I can't think that all men feel like that, Mike doesn't and he likes watching them. Anyway, 'slut' can mean several things, all negative but they were using it to mean a woman of loose morals or a prostitute I think. Well, are you a woman of loose morals Amy?"

"I don't know, I suppose I am now because of what I did this afternoon aren't I?"

"Am I, or Jo?" I asked.

She thought for a while, "No I don't think you are. I don't think you have loose morals. Well, oh I don't know, I don't know about morals. I'm confused now."

"Good," I said, "be confused but don't feel bad. The problem is that a woman of loose morals is called a slut and derided but a man is called a Lothario and praised. It's all negative Amy and don't you believe it. What you did this afternoon wasn't wrong, it wasn't immoral. You were three adults enjoying yourselves in a sexual playground. You're not hurt neither are they so nobody can really complain can they. By that definition Mike and Guy are sluts as well aren't they?"

"Well, they can't be they're men."

"That's the bloody problem isn't it." God I get angry when I think of this, "Why the hell not. If you are a slut so are they, well in principle anyway. Don't have any of it Amy, you are not a slut, a prostitute or anything other than a young woman who enjoyed an afternoon of sex with two men. Neither am I nor Jo, and we do it more than you I can assure you."

I seemed to be getting through to her now. She had stopped crying and become quiet. "Now, stop being silly," I laughed, "and tell me whether those men lived up to our expectations!"

Now she smiled, "Oh bloody hell Lena, yes they did." So she told us about the afternoon, enjoying the memory of being filled by those lovely men.

"I was a bit sore at the end," she said smiling, "especially my bottom." She looked at me, "Mike really laid into me over the arm of the sofa," she said laughing, "I could almost feel him in my throat."

"Mmm," I said remembering our foursomes, "he can be rather demanding in that position and it does make it so easy to get really deep doesn't it. Oh bloody hell Amy, you realise we've got to wait nine months before they'll do that to us again."

She looked shocked, "Why?" she asked.

"Because we think that neither of them will do anything out of the ordinary while we're pregnant. They both funny like that," said Jo, "still, it is nice to know they think of us and think of the fun we're going to have in nine months time," she added laughing, "I don't suppose they'll leave out bottoms alone Lena, so no chance of getting pregnant again is there?"

This made us all laugh and banished most of Amy's fears although she still looked a little sad. "You're still sad Amy, why?" asked Jo.

"Oh, I don't know. I suppose I'm a bit jealous of you two really. You're so lucky aren't you. Two wonderful men to share or keep for yourself. I kind of wish I had a man of my own."

Jo looked at me and smiled, "Well," she said, "when we get back to Bologna you can start looking for one can't you," then with a wink she added, "and I don't think you'll have to look very far."

Amy looked shocked, "What do you mean?"

"Come on," I said, "it's plain that you like Bernardo. You do don't you?"

She looked away shyly, "Yes, yes I do. He's so, so. Oh I don't know, so vibrant, so alive. But he's married isn't he."

"Yes he is," said Jo, "but I shouldn't let that worry you. He is absolutely smitten with you, you know. Sally told me. He's talked about nothing else since you came."

"Really," she said preening herself, "really," she added thoughtfully. "But what about Sally. I don't want to come between them."

"I've spoken to her," said Jo, "before we came down. She knows how you both feel and she doesn't mind. She even fancies you a bit herself, not that she's ever been with a woman." She laughed, "Perhaps you can 'cum between them'."

"You are terrible Jo," she laughed back, then seriously, "she doesn't mind? Really?"

"Really. I don't know why but she seems very keen on you two getting together. You know she can't have any more children so perhaps that's the reason. Nardo loves his children very much and I'm sure he would want more."

"So," I said, "when we get back you can get to work on them both, in between university that is," I added laughing.

"What's funny?" Mike said as he and Guy returned.

"We were just talking about Amy and Nardo," I said making Amy blush bright red.

"Ha," said Mike smiling at her, "she's admitted how much she likes him has she?"

"He certainly likes her," said Guy laughing, "he could hardly stop talking about her last week."

"Don't tease her you two, you've had your way. Come on, we've all got to get ready for dinner. Where are we going Mike?"

"The corner," he said naming one of our favourite restaurants in Stresa.

So we got ready, had a lovely meal and returned home quite late somewhat the worse for wear. Amy said she would sleep in the spare room tonight, she thought I should have Mike all to myself, not that he could do anything she had laughed.

Well, she was wrong because he did. He made love to me with his tongue. No! not like that. He told me how much he loved me, quoted loads of poetry, kissed me a lot, and made me cry. Not a nasty cry but a good cry. We went to sleep cuddling each other.

Wednesday was a quiet day, mostly taken up with cleaning the villa in case we didn't come back for a while. I didn't know what they were going to say at the clinic so we hadn't made any definite plans to come back because I knew Mike, together with Jo and Guy, had to go back to the UK early next week.

We three women cooked the meal in the evening and we all got an early night for an early start in the morning.

We drove back to Bologna with me, Jo and Amy in the back chattering away about the wedding and Guy and Mike talking business. That's the nice thing about the Jaguar. You can have two conversations. We got back just before lunch having started very early because Sally had made several appointments for the afternoon to sort out our dresses. Jo was being fitted and we had to check mine for fit as well. We also had to get Amy a dress because Jo had asked her to be bridesmaid as well. She'd refused at first saying she didn't know us that well but Jo insisted. As she's said, Amy was practically her sister. So Thursday was a very busy day and we all needed an early night.

I'm not going to say too much about the next few days. Things were very busy and I've asked Jo to write about it one day. The only thing I really want to mention is Jo's visit to the doctors. Gianna was worried that Jo wouldn't enjoy her wedding, well afterwards really, because she wouldn't have sex if she was pregnant. Of course Gianna knew that that was rubbish so she had arranged for Jo to see a doctor to confirm her pregnancy and tell her it was all right to have sex.

As Gianna told it, it was quite funny. The doctor, a typical Italian man, was quite straightforward. He couldn't definitely confirm she was pregnant although he thought it likely but he did say that sex wasn't a problem. Babies were quite strong at this time and not bothered by being disturbed! He said any kind of sex was OK and she needn't worry. We all laughed when Gianna told the story on Friday afternoon and Jo was much happier. She and Guy could celebrate properly over the weekend.

We all had a rehearsal for Saturday and what with everything else it was another very busy day and an early night.

As before, Saturday was hectic with lots of time spent of getting Jo looking absolutely wonderful in her white wedding dress. We all cried at the wedding, including the men. She looked like a goddess and poor Guy was completely overtaken by her beauty. He could hardly speak during the ceremony he was so overcome. There were short speeches at the wedding breakfast which Jo and Guy left quite early for the hotel. We all enjoyed ourselves for the rest of the afternoon and evening before going to bed slightly the worse for wear. Poor Bernardo spent the whole evening almost paying court to Amy with Sally looking on apparently quite happy, on occasion she even encouraged him. We thought it a bit strange at the time but all became clear much later.

It was a nice day on Sunday so Mike and I took a packed lunch and walked around the grounds in the brisk late autumn sun. We had a lovely time together, holding hands, kissing and talking of the future.

"Mike," I said as we sat finishing out lunch, "will you have to go home next week?" I was aware that some things needed doing at home but I wasn't sure what would happen at he clinic on Monday.

"I think I'll have to precious," he said. "Guy and Jo are going home on Tuesday so I could go with them but we don't know what the clinic will say tomorrow," he added seriously. "Sweetheart," he said tenderly, "I think we should wait until tomorrow then make our plans."

"Mmm," I said, "I hope everything is OK. I feel really well and we have been good haven't we," I added smiling sexily at him.

He laughed, "Yes," he said, "apart from drinking liqueurs."

"Don't," I said laughing back, "you are terrible."

"Mmm, I know," he said, "I'm just looking forward to trying it again."

"Well, only 15 days if all goes well!"

With that we both laughed, packed our things and carried on strolling. When we got back we found that Silvio, the boys, and Maria had returned home that afternoon. Gianna was staying another day and going back with Jo and Guy on Tuesday. I was pleased really, it might give me a chance to get to know her better.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 13.02



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This chapter (and the next) is a rather longer non-erotic chapter but very necessary for the development of characters and plot so, if sex is the only reason for reading Caroline, you will have to wait until a bit later. Here Caroline manipulates Mike and Gianna into renewing their relationship in the bedroom. If you're not fond of 'romantic' episodes then give this one a miss. This was written three or four years ago as the saga developed and I became aware that I needed to provide reasons for my characters to behave as they did. Thus the considerable 'angst' that Mike has over rekindling his relationship with Gianna. Also, please bear in mind that I didn't write this with submission to Literotica in mind.

Caroline's Tale:





Caroline Ch. 13.02



She seemed like a young girl. Do you know I don't think she'd ever behaved like that before! "Oh Lena, is it always like that? Do they always behave in that way?"

"Yes they do when they see attractive women, especially women who flirt with them."

"I didn't did I, I didn't mean to?"

I laughed, "Gianna, you can't help it. You look lovely tonight and they noticed. They all wanted you tonight you know," I said seriously, "you could have had any of them." Then I laughed, "As for Giuseppe (that was the owner), well he was eating out of your hand."

Suddenly she looked shocked, "Are you serious. I didn't want any of them. I wasn't thinking of that. Oh dear." She looked at me sadly. "I'm not very experienced at this sort of thing Lena. That is the first time I've ever been out without a man, I mean in that situation."

"I guessed as much," I said softly. "I wanted you to see, to understand that you are an attractive woman. They didn't want me tonight, they wanted you. They all saw you as an experienced, mature woman and a beautiful one at that."

She looked at me wide-eyed and I realised that I had managed to get through to her, to make her understand. Just another little push on the way to her having Mike. We chatted and drank our liqueurs then went to bed. As I sipped mine I remembered last week and what Mike did with his. Oh I couldn't wait for Monday week!

On Thursday I took Gianna out onto the lake. The weather wasn't marvellous, thin sun, but it wasn't too bad. She enjoyed herself again. She seemed to be revelling in the freedom, freedom to be herself. I'd insisted that she wear the new suit we'd bought yesterday, another outfit that made her look really lovely. She turned heads all day, looking sophisticated and sexy although she didn't realise it I think!

We cooked a meal that evening so we could keep some hot for Mike. He'd phoned from the airport in England saying that he would be quite late and it was nearly 11 o'clock before he got in. He looked tired and he was hungry.

He threw his arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Bloody hell," he said, "I've missed you angel. Did you miss me?"

I smiled, "Of course I did silly even though you did phone me every night."

Then he turned to Gianna. She was funny, looking at him coyly and I could tell he was just a little bit unsure of himself. He walked over to her, held her shoulders and kissed her softly. It was as if he didn't want to hold her too closely for fear of what might happen. She held herself away from him as well. I sighed inwardly, I was going to have some trouble with these two, I could tell!

We prepared his meal and we chatted as he ate. "I'll tell you all about England tomorrow," he said between mouthfuls. "A lot happened but it was very successful. The house is looking good Lena, almost finished, and Jo's getting it all shipshape." He didn't say much more, his eyes did all they talking. He was looking at me in that way of his and he made me go all funny inside, just like normally. I was only sorry I couldn't be with him properly.

What was funny was watching Gianna watch him. I know he's written about how women watch men eating when they fancy them. I think it is true. It's sort of like, making sure he's OK I suppose. I can't explain it really but I know I do it when I feel really hot for him, so does Jo and now Gianna was watching every mouthful. He must have felt it somehow because he turned to her and said, "Gianna, thank you for coming up here with Lena. Has she made you welcome?"

Gianna smiled, "Yes," she said looking at me, "we've had a good time haven't we Lena?"

"Mmm," I said smiling back, "we've even bought Gianna some new clothes haven't we?"

This made her blush, she must have remembered the underwear. 

"What sort of things?" asked Mike.

She prevaricated, "Oh lots of, errrrmmm, things. You know, clothes."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me. "Yes," I said, "I wanted to buy some new clothes for Gianna. Is that all right?"

"Of course angel, of course. Now, you two lovely ladies, I need to go to bed." He looked at me, "And I need to hold my beloved," he said.

Oh my God, wasn't he fabulous!!!! I forgot all about Gianna and just held him and cried softly into his shoulder, "Oh," I sobbed quietly, "I've missed you so."

"Mmm," he said, "I've missed you."

I suddenly thought of Gianna. This must be hell for her, watching us like this so I thought it time to go to bed. She looked quite sad, sad I think that he wasn't talking to her like that but it was all grist to the mill of my plan. I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to resist him now. It was OK before wasn't it, easy to put her desire behind her because it wasn't possible even though I'd said it was OK. But now it was possible, whenever she wanted so I thought she would succumb.

We didn't clear up just went to bed. I cuddled up to him and he was asleep in no time. Mind, he did wake me in the middle of the night. He must have been having a very naughty dream because he was as hard as iron and fondling my boobs. That's nice isn't it, when that happens, but I couldn't help him, didn't want to really. I wanted him to be keen tomorrow, keen enough to want Gianna – not that he needed to be that keen anyway but he hadn't had sex since the DP with Amy and he must have been feeling quite randy.

I was up first on Friday, a miserable morning with rain pouring down. I pottered in the kitchen getting breakfast ready when Gianna joined me. Guiltily I remembered last night.

"Oh Gianna," I said as I hugged her, "I'm sorry about last night, it was thoughtless to behave like that in front of you but, but, well, you know . ." I finished lamely.

She smiled her sad smile, "I understand," she said, "yes I was upset but not for long. He loves you so much doesn't he. Lena, I don't want to jeopardise that."

"You want him then, want him back loving you?"

Her sadness deepened. "Yes, yes I want him to love me like that, like he used to do but can he? Can he really love two women like that? Lena I'm frightened. Frightened that if I say yes and have him it will cause harm, harm to you, to Joanna and Guy, and to Silvio." She started to cry softly. Oh heck, I thought, I hope Mike doesn't come down yet. I realised that today was going to be difficult. He would pick up the atmosphere very quickly and we couldn't really go out because of the weather. I needed to try and get Gianna to calm down.

I held her apart and looked deep in her eyes. "Gianna, Gianna," I said, "of course you're frightened, worried about how things will turn out but think of him, me and yourself. I know he wants you and I know he still loves you, he just has to let go of the restrictions he placed on himself, and I know he loves me. Joanna agrees with me, she wants you to be with him if you want, you deserve some happiness and, as for Guy," I smiled, "he will want what Jo wants. Anyway, he's certain to be happy that his mother and father are 'together' isn't he?"

I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes, "Lena, do you think, really, that it would be all right?"

"Yes I do. Gianna it's a risk, of course it is, we're talking about emotions here but I have so much confidence in him, his ability to love. Anyway, it will be difficult for you both you know. Back home or at Nardo's there wasn't any possibility of you getting back together but here, well here you can any time. I'm not sure either of you will be able to deal with that."

She looked worried again, I suspect this aspect hadn't occurred to her at all. Although I'd said she could have Mike when we spoke before the blessing there was no immediate prospect of that happening was there, so she didn't have to deal with it, or the repercussions. Well now she did and so did he. Here we were, the three of us. He hadn't had sex for over a week and, although he went without for a long time after his divorce, he certainly hadn't been without since we first slept together! And, after last night I was sure he was very, very hot. He would be close to Gianna, see her in her dressing gown, imagine her. I didn't think he could hold out, he would want her but he wouldn't make a move unless she said so. I suspected she would be the same, casting her mind back to the times they were together.

She seemed to have calmed somewhat so I said to her, "Gianna, don't rush things just be your normal self today. I don't want to force you, if you want him tell me," I smiled, "he won't say no, of that I'm certain, but he will be worried as well. Are you OK now?"

She took a deep breath, "Yes," she said with a smile, "Lena, you have a way of making things seem simple." With that we continued to get breakfast ready together. Mike came down, hugged and kissed me then seemed to remember Gianna. I could see he was having difficulty in handling his feelings so I thought I'd just prompt him a little.

"Don't forget to kiss Gianna," I said smiling at him and pointing him in her direction. She looked somewhat coy as he crossed and pecked her cheek.

"Morning Gianna it's good of you to stay with Lena like this." he said smiling awkwardly at her. She smiled back. She seemed a bit more confident now as she said to him, "Thank you Mike, I've enjoyed myself. It's been nice to get to know her better."

He looked puzzled, aware I think that something was happening that he wasn't aware of, but he put it behind him. He was used to my planning after all. After breakfast we all got dressed. Mike followed me into the bedroom and held me close.

"God I've missed you," he said as he kissed me.

I laughed, "I know," I said, "I could tell in the middle of the night." He looked puzzled. "I think you must have been dreaming about me, it certainly felt like it," I laughed looking down.

He laughed, "Oh Lena, I am sorry but, well since we've been together I've had so much sex I suppose I miss it. Still," he added, "not long to go now!"

"No," I said smiling sexily at him, "but if we don't find some way to ease the pressure I'm not going to get much sleep. Looks like a hand job tonight," I added stroking him between his legs.

"Bugger, Lena. God you are so, so sexy," he said as he swept me into his arms. I would willingly have taken him then and there but the baby so I pushed him away.

"Now, now," I said laughing, "you'll have to wait. Unless," and now to start the ball rolling, "you want Gianna," I ended softly as I pulled him back to me.

I couldn't see his face now but I felt him tense and a sharp intake of breath. I suspect he had been keeping these type of thoughts buried deep inside but now he had to face them.

"You do want her don't you?" I said as I held him at arms length and looked into his eyes.

He sort of looked desperate, as if he wasn't his own man, as if he wanted something but didn't, if you know what I mean.

"Lena, oh Lena. I'm so frightened. I've tried not to think about it. Dammit, of course I want her," he said frustrated, "I can't, I won't lie to you Lena but to go down that route, to think about it too much, opens so many doors, awakens such strong feelings. It terrifies me Lena, what it might do to us, to my feelings for you. God I love you so much I can't afford anything that threatens that, threatens us but I do want her. Seeing her this morning, there how I used to see her in the mornings. Lena, Lena, I'm not sure I can cope with this."

"You can," I said to him, "I know you can. You said you could only love one woman the way you love me. I don't think that's true. I think you can love us both. Oh Mike she's so sad, she's growing old before her time." I told him about buying the clothes (not the underwear though!) and about her behaviour at dinner on Wednesday. "She's got such a wonderful personality but she hides it. I don't know why. She doesn't smile very much does she, I don't think she's very happy and she does love you, you know, still loves you as much as she did, probably even more. Oh Mike it's so unfair! I keep thinking how I would feel in her position. I'd be jealous, horribly jealous but she isn't. Oh Mike, you must try."

He held me so tight then and whispered in my ear. "Lena, Lena you're such a generous person and you have such faith in me. I don't know whether I have such faith in myself. Lena, I'm scared, scared of Gianna, of my feelings for her. Let's see how today goes can we?"

"Mmm, OK," I said, "but Mike you must be nice to her. I know it's going to be difficult for you. You have the opportunity here, opportunity you never had in England or at Nardo's. Just try and be normal with her, your normal self." I smiled at him, "That's what she loves you know, your normal self. Be nice to her."

He smiled and held me again, "Yes," he said, "I'll be nice to her. Heck, she is lovely isn't she?"

I laughed now, he seemed back in control, "Yes, she is," then coyly, "does she like girls?"

"Lena," he said pretending shock, "you don't fancy her do you?"

"Silly," I laughed back at him, "'she is lovely isn't she'," I echoed his words back at him.

"I don't know," he said seriously, "I don't suppose she's ever had the opportunity. You do don't you, you fancy her."

Now I thought I might have upset him. "I'm sorry," I said, "oh I am sorry."

He hugged me tight, "Don't be silly, if I can fancy her I'm sure you can as well. Perhaps when we get back to England you should ask her over to stay?" he said smiling.

"Now there is a thought," I said smiling.

Gianna was in the lounge and I was pleased to see that she was wearing one of the dresses we'd bought on Wednesday. Most of her own clothes were a bit dour, dark, and didn't show off her looks or her figure very well. This dress did. Cut tight at the waist, it showed off her body nicely and the colours, light pastel shades, complemented her dark complexion and black hair. I noticed she'd also used a tiny bit of make-up, something she hadn't done before. She seemed more confident, as if she'd made up her mind about something. I was sure she had decided to take the risk!

"You look lovely this morning Gianna," he said as we came in, "is that one of the new dresses."

She smiled demurely at him. Yes, she has, I thought to myself. "Yes, do you like it?"

He smiled, "Yes, very much. I'm looking forward to seeing the other things." That made her blush just a touch, well she wasn't really used to playing the coquette was she?

"Plenty of time for that," I butted in, "what are we going to do today? Look at this bloody weather." It was our first really bad day at the villa, but it wasn't surprising this late in the year.

"Music, food, and drink," he said laughing, "a long lunch and an even longer dinner."

"That sounds good to me," I said laughing back, "how about you Gianna?

"Yes, music, food, and drink and good company," she said smiling at us both. Mike spent the morning telling us about England and the new people he and Guy had met. I was interested in the young woman he mentioned. I could tell she'd made quite an impression on him. So the day went by. We chatted, listened to music – I was surprised to find that Gianna liked opera, particularly Italian Opera. Evidently she'd enjoyed it from an early age. We had a long lunch with quite a lot to drink and then a lazy afternoon with me laying on the sofa with my head on his lap. He did a lovely thing as we got comfortable.

"Gianna," he said smiling at her as she sat on her own on the other settee, "why don't you come over here and sit with us?" and he held his arm open to welcome her. I was so, so pleased! I turned my head on his lap and I could see she wanted to but she didn't, you know, just like him earlier.

"Oh do come over Gianna, he's nice and warm." In truth, it was a bit chilly despite the central heating. She suddenly made up her mind, crossed her Rubicon I suppose because I doubt there was any going back if she did, and came over to sit on his other side. Hesitantly he put his arm around her and then some of the barriers were broken down as he held her and she rested her head on his shoulder rather like Jo did. I could feel the tension in him however and the beating of his heart, fast now as she was close. Don't push it, I thought, they've got this far. 

I think we must have all gone to sleep for a while, well I did anyway. It is so nice, comfortable and warm. I felt loved as his hand rested on my tummy, almost as if he was feeling for the baby. I awoke after a while with cramp in my back. Gianna had snuggled up close to him with her head nestled deep in his neck. She was asleep with a soft, satisfied smile on her face. I hoped she'd have an even bigger smile soon! I think Mike was dozing, not quite asleep, not quite awake.

"Mike, Mike," I whispered, "wake up."

He smiled and looked down without disturbing Gianna. "Shusssh," he said, "she's asleep."

"I know," I smiled, "and she looks happy."

"Does she," he said, "I can't see. Lena, Lena, it feels so good to have the both of you like this. Could I do it?"

I sat up and looked at him. "Of course you can," I said smiling and giving him a gently kiss, "you can do anything!"

He laughed, "Lena, you are priceless!"

"I know, but you love me don't you?"

"More than anything, yes I do." Then he was serious again, "Lena, I'm scared," he whispered, "the feelings are so strong and they're waking up."

"Don't be worried, I'm here to help you. I love you as well you know. I can help," and I rested my head on his shoulder and held him. We sat like that for quite a while as Gianna seemed to try to get even closer to him in her sleep. She must have been dreaming because her face kept on changing, her smile growing broader. She licked her lips a couple of times and I suspected her dreams were quite interesting. Pretty soon it was time to get dinner ready, doesn't the day go quickly when you're happy doing nothing!

He woke Gianna, softly calling her name, and kissed her cheek. His whole attitude to her was changing subtly as he began to believe he might be able to deal with his emotions. She woke, looked at him and blushed a deep red – her dreams had been interesting I think, and he noticed as well. He pulled his arm from around her, embarrassed I think at her reaction and said, "Lena says it's time to get dinner," he laughed to ease the tension, "who's cooking tonight?"

"We'll do it shall we Gianna?" I said, wanting to get them apart for a while.

"Mmm," she said, "let's do something special." So off we went into the kitchen to cook for our man!

"Well?" I said when we got there, "how do you feel now?"

"Oh Lena, Lena, I want him so much. Can I? Can I really? Oh, I don't know. Is it right? It's not is it? Is it?"

I smiled at her, "Gianna, you are babbling. It's right if you both want it. You're married only in name now. Gianna," I said holding her tightly, "your marriage died twenty years ago didn't it? Since then you've been living a lie. You don't love Silvio, now you don't even sleep with him. Put it behind you. Oh I don't mean leave him, I know you would never do that, but don't let him, your marriage, or your beliefs hold you back, stop you from being YOU. He wants you now. He's very close to loving you properly again. Can't you feel it, you must have being close to him like that."

She took a deep breath, "Yes, I can feel it and it frightens me. Lena these feelings are so strong." She looked forlorn, "I've ached for him for 20 years Lena, can you imagine what that's like? And now, now I have the chance and it scares me. I'm 20 years older, so is he. He has you, what if he doesn't like me, you know, like that, now he has you. Lena, I'm frightened," she said beginning to cry.

I held her tightly too me. They were difficult those two. They had so many fears. I suppose it was because their love was so powerful. That power fuels the fear of rejection and all the other possibilities.




Caroline Ch. 13.02



"Don't be. When you go to bed with him tonight," she looked at me in surprise, "when you go to bed with him tonight," I reiterated, "he will love you and you will love him and, when you've both had your fill of each other, then you'll come and cuddle me. We'll all go to sleep together and everything will be all right. I'm certain Gianna, certain!"

She'd made up her mind, I could tell. "Yes," she said softly savouring the words and the idea, "when I go to bed with him tonight . . . How will he know?"

"He'll know because you will tell him. After dinner just kiss him and tell him you want him. You won't need to do anything else." I smiled naughtily at her, "But don't eat too much dinner will you!"

She smiled, "No. And he mustn't drink too much either!"

We both laughed together. She seemed so much happier now as we made dinner. Mike came out to get some wine and he swept me up in his arms, "What are you two chuckling about, I could hear you laughing?"

"Nothing," I said, "aren't you going to hug Gianna as well. You can't leave her out." He looked a bit uncertain but he did go over to her and hold her to him, not very tightly mind, he didn't seem to want her to get too close. Well, she was having none of this. 

She pulled him to her and said, "That's better," and laughed: something I hadn't seen her do that much.

He looked a bit surprised and flummoxed really, as if he didn't know how to react. I though I'd better save him until after dinner. "Come on you," I said, "out. We've got a dinner to cook," and I hustled him out of the kitchen, much to his relief I might add.

Dinner went well, three courses with Gianna cooking most of it to be truthful. She was a good cook. We sat finishing the wine afterwards and just chatting. Gianna was looking at him openly now and quite brazenly. He noticed and seemed to be responding, looking at her longingly every now and again. He was conscious of this however, because he kept on holding me tightly, as if he was scared to let me go. He must have been having such a conflict of feelings then. 

After a while I thought it time to settle everything one way or the other. I didn't think he'd refuse Gianna but I wasn't certain. I knew how strong his love for me was and it might make him react strangely but it had to be tried.

"Come on Mike, time for you to make coffee. We made dinner, it's your turn." That got him out of the room. As he left I said to Gianna, "When he comes back. Are you OK?" She looked confident now, certain of her decision.

"Yes," she said, "now?"

"Yes, when he comes back. Don't worry, it'll be all right."

He walked back in the lounge with the coffee and put the tray down on the table. Before he could sit down Gianna stood in front of him, put her arms around his neck, pulled his head down and kissed him; just like she'd done a thousand times before, I thought.

His reaction was funny, like in slow motion. He was surprised but her kiss began to awaken those feelings he was burying. He didn't pull away and slowly, oh so slowly, his arms came up to hold her. Then he began to return her kiss and to hold her tightly. Their kiss broke and they continued to hold each other close. He buried his head in her hair, his eyes closed. The emotional tension was almost palpable. I could feel the apprehension this kiss had provoked. Mike seemed to be having trouble controlling his feelings. He is a very emotional man, particularly these type of feelings, and it was difficult for him I think. 

At that moment Gianna pulled away from him slightly and looked into his eyes, "I want you and Lena says I can. Do you want me again?"

He turned his head and looked at me. He looked desperate, scared, excited, surprised all at the same time. I smiled at him and nodded, 'Yes', to let him know how I felt. That seemed to ease his tension.

He looked at Gianna now, fixing her eyes with his, "Want you, want you, oh my love, deep down I've never stopped wanting you, loving you," and he crushed her to him and began to cry softly, his eyes tightly shut. The floodgates had opened now, his love for her had been freed; the emotional tension released but now replaced with a sense of fear. He didn't seem to want to look at me and I guessed why. Did he still feel the same about me? Could he hold these feelings for two women.

I got up and crossed over to them. Now, you won't believe this but I had now fear whatsoever. I knew he still loved me. I knew he could hold these feelings for two women, for me and for Gianna, so I wasn't worried. He hadn't let her go yet and I could hear her crying as well. 

I stroked his cheek, "Mike, Mike," I said softly, "look at me." He seemed reluctant, "Don't be frightened, everything will be OK."

He opened his eyes and looked into mine. Despair was the first thing is saw there followed by surprise, then joy as he released Gianna with one arm and swept me up next to her. His embrace was so tight but I didn't mind, I knew then that he did love us both, he could hold both of us in his heart at the same time. I started crying gently as well so all three of us, standing then in the lounge holding each other, were crying gently. Not a cry of sadness but of happiness, happiness at the realisation he loved both of us and we loved him. Finally we had to sit down. It was funny, he wouldn't let us go. He held on to us as if letting us go would bring disaster. He was kissing us both, first me then Gianna, then back again, then he started laughing.

Tearfully I said, "Oh Mike, Mike, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," he said, "I didn't realise I could feel this happy so I felt like laughing. God you're lovely, both of you." Then he was serious, "Lena, Lena, what can I say. Hell, I love you." He turned to Gianna, "I love you both. Oh God what have I done to deserve this," and he squeezed us tightly to him.

Time to calm things down, I thought, deliriously happy that things had worked out well this far. He loved her again and she looked radiant, no, not well fucked, just radiant. Back in love I suppose, well able to show it after all these years.

"Come on, coffee's going to waste." So I poured the coffee and calmed everyone down. Words were difficult to come by for a while. Intense emotions had been exposed and it was important to just let things cool. It was difficult for Mike. He had two women he loved, how was he to behave. How could he show he loved us both. If he kissed one of us he couldn't kiss the other, if he stroked one cheek, and so on. I felt sorry for him just then, oh and a great love of course.

I kissed his cheek, "Silly man," I said, "there's only one of you and two of us. Don't worry, we know you love us both. Anyway, you concentrate on Gianna, she's missed you." I thought, now the real crunch, "You can show her how much you love her in bed tonight!"

I felt the tension in him and his heart start to race. He looked at Gianna and she returned his gaze with an obvious invitation. She didn't have to say anything, her eyes and her face said it all: she wanted him.

"Yes I can," he said in a surprised voice, "Lena, Lena!"

"Yes you can," I said to him softly, "and afterwards you can both come and cuddle me.

So we sat quietly for a while, each of us, I suppose, taking in the momentous event that had occurred. Mike was almost shivering in anticipation and the tension in his body was obvious. I don't know why he was so tense, he'd slept with her before, but anyway he was and I wanted to calm him down a bit. He had one arm around Gianna, who was resting her head on his shoulder with one hand on his leg. I sensed she couldn't wait to get him to bed although I knew she was tense as well. It had been a long time after all and they both must have wondered how much they had changed.

I whispered softly in his ear, "Relax Mike darling. Be good for her, she needs you, you know, needs you to be kind and loving. I don't think she's had that from Silvio." His tension seemed to lessen and he sighed.

I leant over to Gianna and said, "Bed time?"

She smiled and kissed him, "Bedtime?" she asked him.

He took a very deep breath, controlling himself I think. "Yes," he said in a voice loaded with emotion, "yes darling, bedtime."

"I'm going to get ready caro mio, I'll be waiting for you" she said, "will you come Lena?"

"In a mo'," I said smiling, "I'll join you in a minute."

She gave him one last look, full of love, desire, and passion, and left for the shower room.

He held me tight, "I love you," he said, "oh Lena, are you sure about this. I'm still scared you know, scared of my feelings."

I cuddled him back, "Everything will be perfect," I said, "love her Mike, make her feel loved again. I know you won't forget me."

"No, never," he said passionately, "Never." Then he lightened somewhat, "I don't think I'm going to last very long though," he smiled, "it feels like a dam about to burst."

"I wouldn't worry," I said smiling back, "you've got all next week haven't you?" He raised his eyebrows quizzically. "She won't go home now," I said laughing gently at him, "she'll stay until we go back, you see."

He looked shocked, "You think she'll stay here with us?"

"Oh yes," I said, "with YOU. Now I'm going to her to try to calm her down. You know you are both very difficult!" I ended with a smile then left to join Gianna.

I asked Mike to write down his feelings and his experience with Gianna over this fortnight so I'm going to hand over to him now.

Well, I told you! A word of explanation here. As I wrote Mike and Caroline's story it seemed to me that he had to get back with Gianna but how? I don't like my characters to act without reason so I had to figure out a way for it to happen. I'm still not sure whether it works! The next chapter deals with the same sequence of events from Mike's point of view and explains a few things. I'd be interested to know whether you, dear reader, think it works – or not!

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 13.03



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

I apologise for yet another non-erotic chapter but I needed to clarify exactly how Mike felt, and feels, about Gianna before getting them in bed together. So here Mike remembers the past. You can probably skip over this but there is also a section introducing some new characters that I considered incorporating in the future (and may well do so – time permitting). I stress, please bear in mind that I wrote this some while ago solely for my enjoyment.

I did look to edit some of this out but when I re-read it I thought that it was important to know how Mike felt about the whole situation.

Mike's Tale:





Caroline Ch. 13.03



Then she was pregnant.

It was just too much, I had to get away. I couldn't face it, face her or Silvio. Even face the idea of it. I had to get as far away as possible - but the trouble is you can't run from something like this because it's in your head – you take it with you. There's only one solution, at least there was only one I could see. I've said I don't know how long I was away. I ate when I needed, slept in the car or stopped in a hotel overnight when I needed to get clean, bought clothes when I needed them. I ended up one evening in a car park overlooking Derwent Water. I love the Lake District and I suppose I was unconsciously drawn there because of it's tranquillity and beauty. I dozed off and when I finally woke in the morning, after another almost sleepless night with images of them together dancing around my mind, I knew what I had to do. Simply drive the car off the edge and into the water. I wouldn't have to see them any more. Think of them, face the idea or her, the woman I loved more than anything, pregnant by another man. It was the perfect answer but I couldn't do it. When it came to it I didn't have the bloody guts to carry it through!

That's when you hit rock bottom you know. The only way out of your problem is suicide and you haven't got the guts to do it. Where do you go from there? Well there's only one way isn't there.? You have to manage so I took stock of myself and, suddenly, I didn't like what I saw. I was selfish, self-centred, thoughtless, possessive and destructive. If I was to go on living I had to deal with my life, put things straight, or at least try to. 

When I write this it sounds so trite, easy, as if it came to me in some flash of light. It wasn't like that. I spent most of that day sitting there thinking, trying to sort myself out. Well, I managed to, so I drove to a phone box and spoke to Pat. She was worried sick about me and said Gianna was in a terrible state. I told Pat I was coming home, if she'd have me, and we needed to talk. She packed the kids off to her mother's and when I got home that evening we spent the rest of the night talking, patching things up between us. She even made love to me! Oh, I didn't stop her seeing her bloke. I told her I had no right to expect anything from her but she held me and said she still loved me in her way.

Then I had to see Gianna. First I spoke to Silvio. He knew now how much his return had cost me and he was even guiltier about that but I said he had to do what he thought was right and I understood. In a strange way it made our friendship even stronger. Now a meeting with Gianna on our own. I should explain how I felt about her now. If anything my love for her was stronger, deeper even more powerful but I knew she had to be happy, or as happy as she could be. She told me again that she loved me more than anything and she didn't love Silvio, she didn't want to have him back but she had to. I told her I understood and, when she asked my forgiveness, told her that there was nothing to forgive. I said how sorry I was that I'd behaved so badly but she wouldn't have that. I loved her, she said, so it didn't matter. She'd hold on to that love for the rest of her life.

I had to tell her then that, yes I loved her but I couldn't show it, I had to bury it because the pain was too great. All the spectres of the past two months would come back to haunt me. I'd hold her love buried deep inside me like a beacon of light. She understood, bless her and we had one last kiss which ended in tears, and said goodbye as lovers. 

……………………….

So here we are today – I'd better get back to the present.

So, it was all sorted out, I would go back with Guy and Jo, and Lena would be driven up to the villa with Gianna. The only other thing that happened was Amy talking to Lena. I was a bit surprised at how Sally seemed to be pushing Amy towards Nardo. He didn't need any help, he was obviously smitten with her from the moment he saw her but I suspected Sally wasn't all that interested in girls yet she said she was. I wondered if there was something going on here we didn't know about. Still, all would be revealed in the end I thought.

There were long goodbyes early on Tuesday morning. I wouldn't let Lena come to the airport, all that hanging about, dragging out the goodbyes. I prefer a short and very sweet goodbye not the long drawn out affairs that airports tend to encourage. The flight home was OK, on time for a change and we got home just before lunch.

I'd phoned Nerys on the journey from the airport and found that all the land purchases had gone through OK, contracts sorted and everything. She had made an appointment with an architect for Jo and Guy to discuss their house. Guy said Jo could do it, she knew what she wanted.

"Just make it nice and big," he said smiling, "room for lots of kids!"

She laughed, "Just because you don't like condoms," she replied.

We dropped her at Nerys' office and popped home to pick up a car then on to take a quick look at a couple of possible sites for the factory and offices. Neither of us wanted to travel too far to work so we were keen to find premises as near as possible although we did have to be aware of transport links and the like. We didn't see anything and went straight home to find Jo beginning to tidy up. Thankfully most of the work was finished and they hadn't made too much mess but she couldn't really cook so we went out for a meal then had an early night. I missed Lena like anything. Jo did offer to share with me but, well they'd just got married hadn't they!

I also spoke to the builders that evening and they assured me everything would be finished in a few more days so Jo could get everything ready for Lena's return.

The next day we dropped Jo to do some shopping and then went to look at a few sites in nearby villages. The first couple were no good but at the third we struck lucky. It was a small industrial estate with three smallish factory type buildings and a separate suite of offices. It was just the right size for our needs and only a mile away from a main dual carriageway so transport links were good. Two of the three buildings were empty, the third being occupied by a young fellow, his girlfriend and her friend. They had pooled their savings to try to start a business refurbishing and repairing computers, and installing systems in peoples homes. Jon was about 19. His girlfriend, Angela was about the same age and her friend, Chloe, was just a bit older, twentfiveyish I guessed. I must admit to being quite taken with Chloe, an extremely attractive Afro-Caribbean woman with loads of confidence, I suspected she was the driving force behind the enterprise although Jon supplied the expertise and Angela the back-up.

Guy took Jon into their little office to chat to him while I spoke to the girls. The business wasn't doing very well, people didn't seem to think they could trust these young people to do the job. Unfortunately they'd been tarred with the same brush as the yobs abounding nowadays. I could tell, from talking to Chloe, that she was pretty hot at admin, she'd already worked out a system on their PC for accounts and parts tracking. I thought then that it might be a good idea to employ her if we could. Angela was, surprisingly I thought (mind, that just shows my prejudice), quite a wiz with computers, almost as good as Jon, Chloe said, so she would be a good bet as well.

One of the things Nardo always tried to do was to find good young talent to employ in his factories and development workshops. The company didn't actually make that much, only some very, very high tech items, a considerable amount of the money was made from research and development and then selling on the ideas at vast profits or under licence to the bigger manufacturing companies. So, in these two youngsters and Chloe there could be the basis of our sortie into the English market.  

Guy came out of the office and we wandered outside.

"Dad," he said, "they've only got the lease for another couple of weeks then they'll probably go bust so we should get the site lease OK but . ."

"What Guy?"

"Well, Jon is quite a wiz with computers, he told me about one idea he's already had but can't work out how to develop it and it's pretty good. With some polishing it could make a lot of money."

I smiled, "You're beginning to think like Nardo," I said.

"Yes," he laughed, "I think I am. Dad, I don't think we should let Jon go if we can help it, what about the girls. You chatted to them, what do you think?" he smiled, "apart from the fact that Chloe is delectable!"

I laughed back at him. "You noticed as well! Don't worry, I won't tell Jo. Mind," I said, "I will tell Lena. She really is delectable isn't she? Anyway, to business. Angela seems fairly good with the machinery and I sense that Chloe has a good admin brain. I've found that that's the basis of a good company so I think we could probably use all three of them." It was almost 1 o'clock now so I said, "Why don't we take them to lunch at that pub we passed and talk to them about it?"

"Good idea dad. Best to strike while the iron's hot I suppose." So we wandered back into the small factory and got them to drop tools and join us for lunch.

Over lunch we explained who we were, they knew the company of course, and that we were looking to start up in the UK. Guy asked them if they wanted to come in on the ground floor and work for us, help setting up the site and the business, then move, in Jon and Angela's case, into development. Chloe looked just a bit put out until I spoke to her.

"Chloe," said smiling at her, "we need a good admin person in at the start to set things up. Do you want to join us.?"

She smiled back and I must admit she looked gorgeous but mustn't think like that. It was her ability not her looks that were important. "I like admin," she said, "yes, I'd like that but what about when you're up and running. Will you still need me?" she asked worriedly.

I laughed, "Of course we will Chloe, we will need an admin manager, possibly even a company secretary at some time." She looked shocked, "If you come in now you could all go quite a way in the company. Chloe, we'll train you and get you any qualifications you need so don't worry about that. Nardo, that's my partner," now they looked at each other and finally realised that they were actually talking to one of the owners of the company, "is always keen to foster new talent and we make it a policy of trying to train our own people."

I noticed Chloe glancing at me in a more questioning way now, looking me over. I suddenly remembered what Lena had said about me being attractive (honestly, I didn't really believe her – I thought she was seeing me through rose coloured specs) so I tried it out and gave her my biggest smile, "Any company can always use attractive women like Angela and you Chloe and I know we'll enjoy working together."

This brought a slight blush to Chloe's face so I knew that Lena was right, she had been sizing me up. I also caught a small smile on Guy's face – he knew what was going on as well.

"Look," Guy said to them all, interrupting the flirting, "you don't have to make up your minds now. Go away and think about it. I don't know quite how much salary we can offer at the start, Mike what do you think?"

Well, I had to pitch it high enough to tempt them but not too high too soon so I said, "Well, I suppose that about £25 to £30,000 would be about right."

Their mouths opened, I doubt any of them thought we would offer that much. Chloe was the first to speak, "Mr. . . . . . . .?" she said.

"Call me Mike. We don't stand on much ceremony in this company."

"Mike," she said shyly giving me the full power of her eyelashes. She's bloody flirting, I thought, wait till I tell Lena. "Mike," she said again looking at the other two, "I don't think we need to think about it too long do you?" They both shook their heads so the deal was almost struck.

"Why don't you just carry on for now," I said, "and we'll contact you when we're ready to proceed." They all agreed so we took their details and went off home, calling in at Nerys' office to sort a few things out. 

We got home quite early and found that Jo was well on the way to having all the mess cleared up. She'd got a taxi back with the shopping and had the evening meal already sorted. We told her all about lunch and our three employees to be.

"I think one of them was quite taken with Mike," Guy laughed, "she was flirting outrageously with him. I think she fancied you Mike."

"Mmm," I said laughing, "she certainly is very attractive but what the heck, I've got Lena haven't I? Hamburgers remember!"

Jo laughed as well, "We've both told you Mike, you are attractive to women. We like men who are confident and powerful. You are both and you're quite good looking," she said with another laugh, "but we can't have you getting too big headed! So don't get carried away."

"I won't," I said laughing, "Lena always says I can look but I can only touch if she says so." Then I added seriously, "And I love her too much to do anything like that."

"I know," she said quietly then, "what about you Guy, any conquests?"

He laughed, "No, I don't stand much chance with dad about do it. They see all his charm, money and power and they don't look at me." He put on a hang-dog expression and we all laughed.

A long evening meal with some excellent wine and an early night, well for Guy and Jo it was, they couldn't leave each other alone. I read, listened to music and missed Lena terribly. I mused on how I'd managed for all those years but I didn't have to now, I'd see her tomorrow.

So on Thursday we went back to the site with a video camera and returned for a long conference with Nardo. He was happy with the location and pleased we had found some young talent to employ. He said he trusted Guy's and my assessment of their ability so he started the ball rolling at his end.

We spent the rest of the morning wasting our time waiting around the local council offices trying to sort out the lease for the site. We finally managed to get all the details registered and, on the way home, popped in to see Nerys with all the paperwork. Luckily I could leave it all with her to deal with.

Back to the Villa Mimosa:

I had a quick late lunch and Guy drove me to the airport. It was a pig of a journey, delayed plane, car mix up at Milan, so I was very late and very tired when I got to the villa. All I really wanted to do was hold Lena, kiss Lena and tell her I loved her and how much I missed her. As soon as I saw her is threw my arms around her and kissed her. To tell the truth I could have eaten her! "Bloody hell, I've missed you. Did you miss me?"

She smiled her lovely smile, "Of course I did silly, even though you did phone me every night."

Then I remembered Gianna. She was standing there with a strange expression on her face, almost coy, as if she was a young woman meeting a man for the first time. I must admit to feeling slightly shy myself. Don't, for God's sake ask me why, I don't know but I felt uncertain how to behave. I became very conscious of her, of her as a woman and as the woman I had loved all those years ago. I had to say hello to her so I walked over and kissed her softly on the cheek., "Hello Gianna, it's nice to see you." She seemed not to want to get too close to me and I felt that way too. There was so much going on between us that I think we were both worried by the possibilities.

Lena got me something to eat and I chatted as I filled my stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was so lovely, just as I remembered. I drank in her beauty with my eyes but, as I did so, I was conscious of Gianna watching me. It was like Jo that Wednesday and Amy. She seemed to be actually enjoying watching me eat. I must admit it made me a bit self-conscious so I turned to her and said, "Gianna, thank you for coming up here with Lena. Has she made you welcome?"

Fairly mundane and not very sensible really but that was all I could think to say. You know what it's like when you're emotionally entangled, you tend to say stupid things or, if it's the right thing, it comes out wrong.

She didn't seem to be bothered smiling at me and replying, "Yes, we've had a good time haven't we Lena?"

"Mmm," she said smiling that sexy smile of hers which told me something was afoot, "we've even bought Gianna some new clothes haven't we?" For some reason this made Gianna blush.

"What sort of things?" I asked innocently.

She became even more embarrassed and prevaricated, "Oh lots of errrrmmm, things. You know, clothes." Well, he embarrassment and Lena's sexy grin suggested that they had bought more than just clothes so I raised my eyebrows quizzically and looked at Lena.

"Yes," she said, "I wanted to buy some new clothes for Gianna. Is that all right?"

I thought there was something going on here. Surely she hadn't bought sex toys to use with Gianna. I didn't know whether Gianna was into other women, I wouldn't have thought she'd ever had the chance but I knew Lena too well. Then I remembered our meeting before the blessing. Was she up to something, could it be sexy stuff for Gianna to wear? Anyway, I was too tired to really think it through so I said, "Of course darling, of course. Now you two lovely ladies," I fixed them both with my eyes, "I need to go to bed," Then I looked at Lena and smiled, "And I need to hold my beloved," I said emotionally.

She grabbed me tightly and rested her head on my shoulder, crying softly. "Oh, I've missed you so."

"Mmm," I said, "I've missed you," and, for a few moments, we were alone together. Then I remembered Gianna but the moment was all Lena, she was all I had room for then. I think Lena felt a bit unhappy about Gianna watching us. I'm sure it must have been difficult for Gianna to see us like this. Lena grabbed my by the arm and dragged me upstairs to bed where I quickly cuddled up to her and fell asleep. I had the most fabulous dream about her that night, although it was interspaced with a sudden feeling of yearning for a much older woman with black hair and brown eyes!

When I awoke in the morning Lena was gone, fixing breakfast I assumed. I was conscious of a very great desire for her, I was as hard as a rock. Piss-proud I know but, remember, I hadn't had any sex since Amy. I know I went years without a woman but when you start again, and you have so much, so good, you begin to miss it. Laying there I suddenly realised that, very possibly, Lena was playing her games. I remembered again the discussion after her and Jo had calmed Gianna. Lena had said I could love her, even have her again. Was that her plan now? Oh, of course I didn't mind, I was used to Lena's plans and they always had pleasant outcomes, but this was different. I thought that my feelings for Gianna were dangerous, dangerous to my relationship with Lena. I honestly felt I couldn't love two women like I loved Lena and I had loved Gianna like that twenty years ago. Awakening those feelings could have disastrous consequences for my love for Lena. So I was wary, unsure of myself.

Finally I realised that the situation had to be faced. The difficulty here, at Mimosa, was that sex with Gianna was possible. At Nardo's and at home it wasn't. Add to that the sexual chemistry of the villa itself. So much had happened here, so much that was good and enjoyable. There was an air of sexual enjoyment about the place. All this made me feel very, very confused. Look, I fancied Gianna, wanted her of course. She was a very lovely woman at the peak of her sexual attraction and she was frustrated. That was obvious for anyone to see. I knew that Silvio was seeing other woman, much younger as usual, and that he had had a number of liaisons over the past years. He never really hit it off sexually with Gianna. I just think he didn't press any of her buttons.




Caroline Ch. 13.03



So, anyway, downstairs to face Lena's machinations. I threw on a dressing gown and pants to hide my erection, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I hugged and kissed Lena then looked at Gianna. What should I do, kiss her, hold her, or just say 'hello'? I was uncertain, bloody hell, I felt like a teenager on my first date. This was ridiculous. Lena wasn't going to stand idly by however. She pointed me in Gianna's direction and said, "Don't forget to kiss Gianna." So I kissed her on the cheek. She looked at me coyly. God she was beautiful. The look was almost like that of so many years ago when I first started courting her. 

Now I had to say something.

"Morning Gianna, it's good of you to stay with Lena like this," I said with a silly smile. What a stupid thing to say, I thought, as soon as I said it.

"Thank you Mike, I've enjoyed myself. It's been nice to get to know her better." This seemed to have a hidden meaning. Have these two been planning something, I thought. I wouldn't have put it past Lena.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Lena and Gianna chatted away but I couldn't think of much to say. I was stuck in this sort of no man's land of not knowing how to treat Gianna, so the best thing to do was not to say a lot. After breakfast I followed Lena up to the bedroom to get dressed. Being alone with Lena drove everything else from my mind however, and I pulled her to me and held her close, "God I've missed you," I said and kissed her. Lena has written about this time in the bedroom so I'll pass and just say that I was confused, bloody confused!!

We went downstairs to the lounge afterwards and I immediately noticed that Gianna looked different. She was obviously wearing one of the dresses they'd bought on Wednesday. It had 'Lena' written all over it. Gianna generally dressed in darker clothes. Clothes that didn't really do her justice. This dress did just that. It was tight at the waist showing off her lovely figure and, especially noticeable for me, accentuating her delectable bottom. The colours, light pastel shades, much lighter than normal for her, made her look even younger. She was also wearing make-up. Only a tiny amount but it was something I'd only seen on special occasions.

I had to complement her, she looked so lovely. "You look lovely this morning Gianna, is that one of the new dresses."

Her response was a demure smile, taking me back twenty five years, "Yes," she said much more confidently than normal, "do you like it?"

I smiled at her, enjoying a slight flirt, "Yes, very much. I'm looking forward to seeing the other things." That made her blush. They have bought something special, I thought, underwear? It's something that she wants me to see her in but doesn't, if you know what I mean!

"Plenty of time for that," Lena butted in, "what shall we do today? Look at this bloody weather." It was bad, teeming down but it was our first really bad day at Mimosa so we couldn't complain this late in the year. 

Trying to lighten the atmosphere I said laughing, "Music, food and drink. A long lunch and an even longer dinner!"

"Sounds good to me," said Lena laughing too, "how about you Gianna?"

"Yes," she said smiling, "music, food, and drink, and good company."

I spent the morning telling them both about England, the house and the factory site. I told them about Jon and Angela, and about Chloe, I'm afraid that she knows me too well and her eyebrows were raised as I described the three of them. I suppose I did take a little longer over Chloe! I told her we'd offered them all jobs and she smiled knowingly. I could tell she was going to probe a bit more.

After a long lunch with a lot to drink we chatted some more and listened to some music. Gianna likes opera, she'd been brought up in a household that was slightly musical with access to Italian radio which broadcasts a lot of opera. After a while Lena manoeuvred into her favourite position, me sitting on the sofa and her laying down with her head in my lap. I liked that as well. I could look down at her face and stroke her hair. Gianna was sitting on the other sofa and she looked quite lonely over then on her own. My emotions, difficult to control still, were becoming clearer and I wanted, very much, for her to feel at home with us.

"Gianna," I said smiling at her, "why don't you come over here and sit with us?" and I held one arm open in invitation. I felt Lena turn her head to watch Gianna, who seemed a little bit unsure of what to do. I suppose she looked like me earlier, wanting to but not, if you know what I mean.

"Oh do come over Gianna, he's nice and warm," said Lena, trying to persuade her finally. In the end she made up her mind. Looking back I think that was the point at which she decided to put her marriage to Silvio behind her and live her own life. I don't think she ever decided to leave him, that was a no, no but to have some joy in her life again. Thankfully, that joy was with me!

I must admit however, that now I had invited her in, as it were, I wasn't quite sure of just how to treat her. Look, deep down I wanted to hold her as close to me as I held Lena, love her, kiss her but I was still afraid of these strong feelings and how they'd effect Lena. As she sat beside me, primly I thought, I decided to put my arm around her properly and hold her to me. She allowed her head to fall in my shoulder, just like she used to and like Jo did and relaxed.

What with the drink, the whole atmosphere of relaxation that had finally descended, I nodded off for a while then I heard a whispered, "Mike, Mike wake up," from Lena.

I smiled and looked down, suddenly conscious that Gianna was asleep on my shoulder. "Shusssh," I said to her, "she's asleep."

"I know," she said," and she looks happy."

"Does she?" I said, "I can't see." Then I felt the need for Gianna. It's difficult to explain really. Here she was, asleep on my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of her, I almost felt I could sense her love for me in her sleeping position. Could I love them both, could I?

"Lena, Lena it feels so good to have both of you like this." I needed her confirmation now, "Could I do it?"

She sat up and looked and me and said with a great big smile, "Of course you can," and she kissed me, "you can do anything!"

That made me laugh, "Lena, you are priceless!"

"I know," she said laughing, "but you love me don't you?"

Well I did, "Yes, more than anything," I said but now the dangers resurfaced. How would letting my feeling for Gianna show affect my feelings for Lena? "Lena, I'm scared," I whispered to her, "the feelings are so strong and they're waking up." 

She is a rock my Lena. So much love and understanding in one person. "Don't be worried, I'm here to help you. I love you as well you know. I can help," and she rested her head on my shoulder and held me to her. We sat there like this for quite a while. I was enjoying the feeling of Lena holding me, having confidence in me, and I was enjoying the soft breathing of Gianna as she continued to sleep with her head on my shoulder. Now and again she would move slightly and her breathing change as though she was dreaming. I was trying to establish my feelings for them both. When I loved Gianna all those years ago it was a total love, absolute in every respect. I wanted her, needed her, desired her with a passion almost uncontrollable. That's why I hurt her so much when Silvio came back. Afterwards my love, still passionate and deep, turned softer, more forgiving. Much like my love for Lena but not the same. Lena is my life now. I know it's silly for a 56 year old man to talk like this but she is. It's impossible to really explain in words what a difference she had made to my life. I felt younger, it was a joy to be alive, to be with her, to feel this way about her. I've said before, I loved her truly, madly and deeply – soft I know, but true. I don't think my love for Gianna was quite the same. Of course it was older, more mature (that sounds silly doesn't it, especially after talking about Lena!). As if it were aged, like an old wine. It was rounded, complete and total.

I was awakened from my reverie by Lena and I woke Gianna by softly calling her name. I felt that now, and with Lena's help, I might be able to deal with my feelings for her. At least I hoped I could. Gianna woke up, looked at me, and blushed a deep red. I suspect her dreams had been interesting. Not surprising I suppose, snuggled up to the man she loved. I quickly took my arm from around her waist and said, "Lena says it's time for dinner," then I laughed trying to ease the sudden tension," who's cooking tonight?"

"We'll do it shall we Gianna?" Lena said.

"Mmm, let's do something special," and off they went into the kitchen. I suspected that Lena had an ulterior motive here, keeping Gianna apart from me and wanting to chat some more. I didn't mind really, as I've said, by now, I was used to Lena's planning. So I sat in the lounge thinking about them both. How lucky I was, I thought, a women who loved me, who was willing to share that love with a rival, and who allowed me to go with other women as well. I closed my eyes and imagined loving them both, Lena and Gianna. How would it feel. My reverie was interrupted by their laughter from the kitchen so I popped in, ostensibly to get some wine, and swept Lena into my arms. 

"What are you two chuckling about, I could hear you laughing?"

"Nothing," she said obliquely then, "aren't you going to hug Gianna as well. You can't leave her out." I felt this was a dangerous time! Should I risk it, should I risk my love for Lena? So, still a bit unsure, I went over to Gianna and held her. I couldn't bring myself to totally commit to her just then and hold her tight but she thought otherwise. She pulled me close and held on tightly.

"That's better," she said laughing and she snuggled up to me. I was surprised. She'd never done anything like that before and she didn't laugh like that very much. I was a bit flummoxed and I didn't really know whether to pull away or grab her even more tightly and kiss her passionately. My feelings were becoming unmanageable now and that was creating a state of confusion. Lena saved the day.

"Come on you," she said, "out. We've got a dinner to cook." Somewhat relieved I escaped back to the lounge to return to my reverie. I took to examining my feelings for them both. Were they the same? Well, as I've written above, I wasn't sure now. I loved them both, of that I was sure, and I wanted them both sexually, of that there was no doubt, but were the feelings of love the same. Perhaps they weren't quite. Similar and strong but one was fresh and new, with all the joy that brings, and one was old and mellowed, bringing different but just as joyful pleasures. I don't know, perhaps this is all just a rationalisation but it gave me a possibility; I could do it.

Soon enough dinner was ready and we enjoyed a nice meal. Gianna is a good cook, so is Lena really and between them they had prepared a delightful repast. We sat chatting afterwards, finishing the wine. I noticed that Gianna was staring at me quite openly, as if calculating something. Could she be considering Lena's offer to go to bed with me. Surely not, I thought but I kept glancing at her, longingly Lena says but I wasn't aware of that feeling at the time. I kept a tight hold on Lena, who was sitting next to me, just to anchor my feelings.

Then she suggested coffee, "Come on Mike, time for you to make coffee. We made dinner, it's your turn." Well, it was so I left for the kitchen. I couldn't help but think that something was going on here, I was being manoeuvred. 

It only took a few minutes to make coffee and I returned with the tray which I put on the coffee table. Before I could sit down Gianna was in front of me. She put her arms around my neck, just as she'd done a thousand times before, pulled my head down and kissed me. Not a chaste kiss either. This was 'I love you' kiss and it was filled with yearning. I was surprised, and scared again, but the kiss was working its magic. To continue the metaphor, the fire was beginning to blaze again inside me. I had to put my arms around her but they went in slow motion, conflicting desires coursing through me but, finally, my love for her won.

I held her tightly to me, so, so close. The feeling was wonderful. Her body moulded to mine just as it had so many times before, and I began to kiss her back. My kiss said a million things, well a few anyway! That I loved her, that I was sorry, sorry for all these lost years and sorry for treating her so badly, that I missed her, oh loads of things. My emotions began to get the better of me and I buried my head in her marvellous black hair and gloried in the smell of her. But part of me was filled with apprehension. I closed my eyes to try to control the avalanche of feeling that had suddenly hit me. Then Gianna pulled away.

"I want you," she said looking deep into my eyes, "and Lena says I can. Do you want me again?" This last with such longing that I almost screamed at the power of my feelings. Conflict, desire, longing, need, want, selfishness, love, Lena; all these ideas and emotions coursing through me. I knew what I needed to do now. I had to know that Lena was OK about this and I had to know how I felt about her. I could only do that by looking at her as I held Gianna so I turned my head in her direction.

Lena was smiling, smiling a calm happy and satisfied smile and it was for me. Then I started to believe, believe it might possible to love them both because she nodded, 'yes' to me and her smile became even broader.

I looked back at Gianna, an arms length away and the floodgates opened, the fire blazed – even now it's difficult not to mix metaphors! "Want you, want you," I said, "oh my love, deep down I've never stopped wanting you, loving you," and I held he so tight I must have hurt her. I wanted to make her part of me, part of my love for Lena, to try to make up for everything. Then, eyes tightly shut, I started to cry. My emotions had got the better of me – men don't cry eh? Let me tell you if I hadn't I think I would had exploded. I didn't really want to open my eyes, in case I'd lost my feelings for Lena and then I felt her hand on my cheek.

"Mike, Mike," she whispered softly, "look at me. "Don't be frightened, everything will be OK."

I was terrified now, desperation had set in. I knew I loved Gianna just like before, could I still love Lena? Was there room for them both? I opened my eyes and looked at her. Almost instantly a joyous feeling coursed through my bones. My feelings for her hadn't changed at all, I still loved her with all my heart? How could I because I loved Gianna? Well, I wasn't about to question my feelings or to rationalise it, I knew how I felt so I released Gianna with one arm and swept her to me, holding her almost as tight. She started to cry, Gianna was crying and so was I so the three of us were standing in the middle of the lounge crying gently. Crying with happiness I might add, and released emotions, some of which were immensely strong.

I sensed their need to sit down but I didn't want to let them go. I kissed them both, mouths, eyes, cheeks all over their faces then the joy of the occasion got to me and I just had to laugh. A laugh of happiness, deep and satisfying that I could feel like this.

"Oh, Mike, Mike, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," I said having difficulty stopping, "I didn't realise that I could feel this happy so I felt like laughing." I looked at them both, "God you're lovely, both of you." Now I had to be serious, "Lena, Lena what can I say. Hell, I love you." Then I turned to Gianna, "I love you both. Oh God, what have I done to deserve this," and I hugged them both again.

Then Lena pulled away, feeling the need to calm things down I suppose, and said, "Come on, coffee's going to waste," and began to pour the coffee. I feasted my eyes on them both. Lena, young, pert, pregnant and unbelievably lovely. So calm in the face of us two older lovers rediscovering each other. And Gianna, mature, beautiful and, now that she was able to show how she felt, glowing, smiling, eyes wide as she returned my gaze. I was beginning to see that loving these two women would be difficult. When I fixed my gaze on one I was conscious that I wanted to look at the other, so it was as if I was a spectator at a tennis match, head going from side to side.

Then I wanted to kiss them, but I could only kiss one at a time, or stroke one cheek at a time. Lena must have notice my confusion. She kissed my cheek.

"Silly man," she said, "there's only one of you and two of us. Don't worry, we know you love us both. Anyway," she added showing why I love her so, "you concentrate on Gianna, she's missed you," she paused, "you can show her how much you love her in bed tonight!"

My heart started to race at the thought and I tensed up. After twenty years what would it be like, how had we changed? I looked at Gianna who gazed back with and open invitation. Her eyes told me she wanted that more than anything.

"Yes I can," I said surprised at the realisation that I could, "Lena, Lena!"

"Yes you can," she said softly, "and afterwards you can both come and cuddle me." After this we all sat quiet for a while taking in the feelings of the moment, so important in our lives. I was tense however, tense at the thought of going to bed with Gianna. Look, it was twenty years ago we last made love, well, you know, how would I be with her? Would it be like she remembered? It's silly I know, but I felt like a schoolboy again on my first date. I had my arm round Gianna and I could feel her tenseness as well and I could feel her hand on my thigh. It wasn't making me feel any better as I imagined it moving slowly to hold my penis.

Lena must have sensed all this, she was like that, and she whispered in my ear, "Relax Mike darling. Be good for her, she needs you, you know, needs you to be kind and loving. I don't think she's had that from Silvio." As ever, she made me feel better.

Then she leant over to Gianna, "Bed time?" she asked.

Gianna smiled, turned her head and kissed me, "Bedtime?" she asked.

This was almost too much. Taking a deep breath and trying to control my feelings I said, "Yes, yes darling, bedtime."

"I'm going to get ready caro mio," she said smiling, "I'll be waiting for you." Then she turned to Lena, "Will you come Lena?"

"In a mo'," Lena replied smiling, "I'll join you in a minute."

I turned to Lena and held her tight, "I love you," I said, feelings so strong for her, for her goodness. "Oh Lena, are you sure about this," I added in another moment of self doubt, "I'm still scared you know, scared of my feelings."

She cuddled me, "Everything will be perfect," she said, "love her Mike, make her feel loved again. I know you won't forget me."

"No, no, never," I said, my voice full of my ardour for her, "never." Now I felt OK. With her support and confidence in me my feelings lightened. I was going to enjoy the woman I had loved for many years, and I was going to make sure she was loved again but there was another cloud on the horizon.

"I don't think I'm gong to last long though," I said with a smile, "it feels like a dam about to burst!"

She smiled back, "I wouldn't worry, you've got all next week haven't you?" I looked at her questioningly. "She won't go home now," she said laughing at me, "she'll stay until we go back, you see."

I hadn't thought of that, "You think she'll stay with us?"

"Oh yes," she said, "with YOU. Now I'm going to her to try to calm her down." She touched my cheek and smiled, "You know you are both very difficult!" she said as she left to join Gianna.

OK – I warned you! Lots of angst but, finally, happiness. God, there's too much despair in the real world so a bit of joy in the manufactured one doesn't go amiss. Next chapter, as you probably guessed, deals with the SEX.




Caroline Ch. 13.03



To be continued...



Caroline Ch. 13.04



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

In which Mike rediscovers Gianna. Some reflection on the past then the usual, romance and sex: anal in their first tryst.

Mike's Tale:





Caroline Ch. 13.04



I smiled, "No, I don't think he will. Oh Gianna, to be together again, even like that. Lena, Lena, I love you so much."

"I know," she said smiling, "and I love you, love you both I think," she ended quietly. "Oh come on," she said brightly, "time to go to sleep." So we did with arms around each other.

Enjoyed this episode getting them back together again. Hope you did! Do please comment – nobody seems to do so any more and we writers do have enormous egos (well I do anyway!) – and it needs feeding!



Caroline Ch. 13.05



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

In which Mike continues to rediscover Gianna. As ever, romance and sex: straight, oral, and anal. Some worries about the future as well.

Mike's Tale:

Sunday

I awoke in the morning to the feeling of lips on mine. "Wake up sweetheart," Lena whispered in my ear, "Gianna wants you." That was another thing about Gianna. Unlike any other woman I'd known she loved sex first thing in the morning, when she woke up. Now that's fine if you've got a really hard erection from wanting to pee but it takes some doing if you've been performing all night. This morning was different however. I felt Lena's hands on my penis, using a warm flannel to wash last nights pleasures away. That was replaced by her mouth taking the head inside and laving it with her tongue. Needless to say I perked up! She continued to masturbate me gently as she looked down at me and smiled.

"I said I'd get you nice and hard so she could have you properly this morning. She'll be here in a minute."

"Shit Lena, I bloody want you. This is torture. God, I can't wait for Monday week."

She smiled her sexiest smile, "I hope you won't wear yourself out with Gianna," she said.

"I could never wear myself out in your case," I said smiling, "just wait till Monday night. I'm looking forward to a nice liqueur, Amaretto and Lena on the pussy, before I stop you sitting down for a week!"

Do you know, she blushed! "You are a very naughty man," she said laughing, "I wonder what it feels like with Amaretto and cock?" Then she went back to my penis, hard now with her attentions. Now Gianna came back into the room. She was naked and looked gorgeous.

"All yours," Lena said laughing, "I'll go and make breakfast. "Don't tire him out will you Gianna, not if you want him again this afternoon!"

Gianna laughed, "Well, only a little bit," she said as she crossed to the bed.

"God, you're lovely," I said to her. "Just stand there and let me look at you." She stood still and I gazed at her lovely body. She was fuller of figure now but she hadn't lost her shape. Gianna had always looked after herself. I think it was her way of proving her independence. She'd exercised all her life, especially after each child was born, and she still attended a fitness club a couple of times a week. She wasn't fanatical about it, she just liked to keep her femininity and her figure. Now she picked up the spirit of the morning and began to pose. She knew what I liked so first she turned and bent at the waist showing me her beautiful bottom.

She looked back at me, "You like?"

"Hell Gianna, much more of that and your 'private' will get filled again," I laughed.

She smiled, "That would be nice but now, this morning I want to look in your eyes." That meant straight sex, I couldn't wait! She continued posing for a while, turning sideways, full on, always showing her bottom to best effect. She knew full well what I liked. She knew I would take a while to cum, I usually did in the mornings so I expected her to enjoy herself for longer than last night.

Watching her like this, I had to stroke myself and she noticed. "No," she said as she knelt on the bed beside me, "No, that is for me." She took my penis in her hands and moved her mouth to cover the head. Oh shit, the feeling as she began to suck and gently bite. She had a style so different from Lena and Jo. She used her teeth gently, dragging them along the shaft of my penis, as she sucked. She hadn't forgotten how to do it and it felt marvellous.

"Oh bugger Gianna, keep doing that." I said.

She took more and more of my erection into her mouth. I knew she couldn't deep throat like Lena but she could take a hefty length in her mouth. Now she did, using her tongue and teeth as she moved her mouth along my cock. Much more and I would cum so I put my hand on her head to stop her. In the past she'd always made me cum like this then, oh the joys of youth, I'd been able to carry on and take her normally. That wouldn't happen now no matter how much I wanted it to.

"Gianna, Gianna love. You'll have to stop. I want to make love to you properly angel. Please stop." I know how much she loved the feeling of me cumming in her mouth but I guessed she wanted me inside her properly so I wasn't surprised when she lifted her head and smiled.

"Your turn," she said, "hungry?" she added with the sexiest of smiles.

God she was lovely. "Lay back you minx. Let me get to work!"

She laughed, oh how I loved to see her laugh, and laid back on the bed. I moved to kiss her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, her neck. Then down to her boobs, nipples proud as her excitement mounted. A quick suck on both then across her tummy, with a short delay at her button to lick and probe. She wasn't sensitive there but I liked doing it anyway. Now across the dome of her tummy to her sex.

I was very, very excited now and had no time for delay so I covered her pussy with my mouth and began to tenderly bite and suck. She was wet from the arousal of sucking me, it always did that to her, and she tasted wonderful. It was like aged wine I suppose. Very different from Lena and Jo. It's difficult to describe really, perhaps it's all in the mind: I don't know. She started to thrust her sex into my face as I opened her legs and crawled in between. I was determined to give her several orgasms with my tongue so I raised and parted her legs to give me total access to her lovely sex and to her tightly puckered anus.

Now I licked up and down her vagina, gently pushing my tongue inside. I found her 'little man' and sucked on him. This brought a scream from Gianna and her body vibrated as she orgasmed. I kept sucking through her climax and, as she came down, moved my attentions to her anus. I probed with my tongue, rolling it and pushing past the tightness of her sphincter. She opened willingly and my tongue entered. I tongue fucked her bottom and, at the same time, used my thumb to stroke her pussy and clit. Another long moan escaped her lips as she came again, squeezing my tongue with the ring and thrusting her bottom into me.

By now I was ready to cum myself so I raised my head and looked down at her. "I want you Gianna," I said forcefully.

"I am yours caro," she said, "now. Do it now!"

I moved over her. I took my weight on my left arm as usual and with my right stroked my penis up and down along her sex. Now and again I'd go right down to her anus, just to remind her of how it felt there but I wanted her vagina now. I placed the head of my erection just inside her and, softly calling her name, thrust forward, filling her in one go. Now, of course she wasn't as tight as she had been. She had had six children after all but the joy of returning there after all these years far outweighed any consideration like that. Anyway, Gianna had always been able to flex the walls of her vagina like her rectum so now, although she was looser, I could still feel her gripping me.

My entry had caused a soft moan from Gianna followed by a continuous, "Yes, yes, yes," and "Caro, caro, caro." Now she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

"Fuck me now, fuck me hard and deep. Fill me completely. I want all of you then I want your seed." Making love like this was the only time Gianna ever swore during sex. In her bottom or her mouth or in any other position, she never swore or talked like this but, for some reason, when we made love in 'missionary' she was always very vocal, and it always set me off.

So now I moved, back and forth, filling her with my cock, rampant now at the feeling of being inside her. Luckily I was able to control myself and I continued to fuck her steadily for quite a while. I don't know how many orgasms she had but they seemed good as she lay there thrusting herself back against me. All the pent up passions of twenty years were in that first 'missionary' sex and she was enjoying every moment.

"Shoot in me," she said as she reached up and pulled me down on to her body, "fill me. Please."

My movements speeded up and soon I was ready. "Look into my eyes Gianna," I said, "I love you," and I started to pump my seed (well you know what I mean) into her. I sensed her final orgasm arriving as her vagina milked my cock of it's offering. She kissed me hard and held me tightly to her and I realised she was crying again.

I had finished now and I rolled sideways to relieve her of my weight then, leaning on one elbow, I looked down at her. She was crying softly.

"What is it love? Tell me."

"Nothing, oh nothing. It's been so long, so long since you loved me like that." She grabbed me and kissed my lips. "All this time, doing it with Silvio." She looked at me coyly, "You know I never had an orgasm with him. I didn't tell you did I?"

"Oh Arna, Arna. I'm so sorry, sorry for all those years. But you're here now, we're together again. Don't go back beloved, stay with us until the clinic then we'll take you back. We can sort everything out then. Please," I said almost desperately, "I can't lose you again, not now."

"Caro, caro, I will stay. I cannot lose this either. I have spoken with Lena and she is happy." Then she smiled and stroked my cheek, "I hope you are fit," she said, "we have twenty years to make up."

I laughed, "Oh Arna, so do I." With that we held each other for a while then showered and got dressed. Thus began a period in my life of great happiness. Together with two women I loved and who loved me. I won't go into complete detail about the week, just a few highlights.

Sunday Afternoon:

I made love to Gianna again in the afternoon. Lena insisted that we could do it whenever we felt like it. Well, to be truthful, I was feeling the pace a little bit but Gianna was almost insatiable so she used her mouth on me again and, with the promise of her 'privato', I was able to follow her upstairs and spend a very pleasurable time sodomising her. She had numerous orgasms again, particularly strong when she sat on my erection, taking it deep inside her back passage. I was a long time cumming so she rocked and bounced for ages.

I was knackered that evening so we went to bed early, me in the middle of these two wonderful women. Sunday was a quiet day, mostly with me recovering because it was obvious that Gianna was ready for another session that night. Lena thought it was hilarious as I tried to keep my pecker up, as it were.

Sunday evening I found out what 'things' they had bought last week as well as dresses. It was the skimpiest blue undie set I had ever seen and she looked gorgeous in it. She also wore so extremely sexy lace up shoe things, I don't know what they're called. I probably need to describe this evening in detail because it was long, demanding, and very, very exciting! I also took a series of pictures of her to remind me of how she looked that night. Lena had spent ages making her up and now she looked at least ten years younger. In addition, she seemed to have captured the spirit of those days over twenty years ago when she was provocative, sexy and extremely desirable.

Now when I was with Gianna all those years ago she was often provocative. Quite unlike the quiet wife that Silvio thought her to be. She would dress in sexy lingerie, parade, and show off her beautiful figure. We would often make love in the lounge of her house as she put on a show for me. She knew I loved her being like this, hell it's every man's dream isn't it, to have a woman who will behave that way. She seemed to enjoy it, I know it made her very hot indeed. We would make love for ages as she went out of her way to be more and more sexy.

Well, on this Sunday night she recaptured that spirit. God she was beautiful. Lena went upstairs with her and then went to bed. 

"Wait in the lounge," Gianna had said to me, "I have something for you." That was a message that she was going to be very provocative indeed. I quickly showered and sat there worrying about how is was going to keep up with her. I think she realised by now that I was not in my early thirties and I didn't have quite the 'reload' capacity that I used to have so I hoped she would understand my behaviour. I had to 'keep my powder dry'! Sadly, there was no way I could get hard again after a cum and I was reluctant to use Viagra because, as I've written, I don't like it that much, orgasms are different. So I sat there waiting to see what would happen, secure in the knowledge that it would probably be good.

Well, after about 15 minutes Gianna came downstairs. She was wearing one of those Japanese style housecoats that Lena had bought for her and Jo. She looked gorgeous. Sexy and provocative, with a soft welcoming smile on her lips.

"You look lovely," I said smiling back at her and wondering what she had on underneath. I was sure it was something good!

"I want to look lovely for you," she said, "so Lena made me buy this," and she took off the housecoat.

She was wearing a blue bra and panty set that showed off her figure to perfection and she stood there in front of the chair posing coyly. Then she moved the straps off her shoulders so I could just see her nipples peeking above the bra. Now her hands moved down to suggestively remove her knickers but not actually doing so. All the while she was looking at me in that manner of hers, almost shy but sensuous and erotic at the same time.

I stood and made to walk towards her, "No Mike, wait," she said softly, "I want to pose for you just like I used to do. Would you like that?"

Would I like that? "Oh Gianna, of course I'd like that." The I laughed, "Remember though, I can only cum once!"

"Mmm," she said laughing, "Lena told me but she said you don't do it too quickly now." She pointed down at my nearly hard penis hanging down, "I hope that will last a long time," she said still laughing.

"With you posing I'm sure it will," I responded. Now I noticed her shoes, or her straps I suppose. Sort of Greco-Roman in design, they did up criss-crossing her legs until just below the knee. They were high-heeled too, about four inches I should think, and they made her bottom oh so pert.

"I like your shoes," I said smiling, "they look good on you."

"Flatterer," she responded, "you're only after one thing!"

"That's unfair," I said in mock seriousness, "I'm after several things," I ended laughing.

With that she began her posing. I have lots of pictures of her wearing this gear and Lena and I often looked at them when we got home. Strangely enough, Lena found them quite exciting and she used them to copy the idea of posing for me in those days when we just got home. She still fancied Gianna, she told me that when we were making love. I said I just hoped that Gianna that way inclined so I could, perhaps, have them both at the same time. Lena thought that was funny, but she did seem a bit shy about that. I thought she was worried I might compare them but how could you compare these two women?

Let me describe her poses. She was so, so sexy. Firstly she turned away from me and leaned forward with her hands on the back of one of the sofas. With her knickers halfway down her thighs, she bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight. Well, the effect of this and her four inch heels was to thrust her bottom out beautifully and in one of my favourite positions. This caused an immediate increase in my interest. I got a full erection. Then she turned her head and looked at me.

"Don't just stand there," she said smiling, "you can touch!"

I walked over to her, cock in hand. Then my hands found her back and began to stroke down to her wonderful bottom. Tenderly I massaged her cheeks, using my thumbs to part the sensuous valley containing the dark tunnel of pleasure.

But now I need to taste her so I knelt at her feet, my head level with her sex, and started to lick her from her vagina to her anus, across the sensitive area between anus and pussy. She pushed her bottom back into my face as I opened her vagina and began to tongue her inner lips.

"Oh yes caro, yes. That is lovely. Now higher please."

I moved my tongue to her anus and began to rim her, coating the tight little rosebud with my saliva before teasing open the tiny star. Rolling my tongue I entered her causing a long drawn our, "Aaaaagggggghhhh," from her and another push back into my face.

"Will you take me now caro, like this," she said, "not mio privato. That's for later, just take me, please."

My answer was to stand and, placing one hand on her hip, took my penis in the other and directed it to her pussy. I gently inserted the head and revelled in the soft warmth of her body. She wiggled her hips and nearly caused a serious problem. She caught me unawares and I nearly, very nearly, ended the evening very early but luckily I just managed to hold on.

"Mmm, that's nice caro mio," she whispered as she looked back at me, flashing her eyes as she did so.

Slowly I moved my cock back and forth in her vagina, just a little at a time using only the head. She mewed in pleasure as she wiggled again and pushed a little backwards to take more inside.

"Mmm, caro, caro. Can I have some more," she said looking back again through hooded lashes.

I smiled and moved, pushing half of my erection into her, and placed both hands on her hips. Now I started moving more solidly back and forth inside her. The feeling on my cock was amazing, warm and soft like a velvet condom.

"Arna, angel. Here it is," I said and thrust the rest of my erection into her, pulling her on as I did so and holding her there.

"Gran Dio," was Gianna's response. "That is good. Please make love to me." So I did. I used long and deep thrusts to build up her pleasure as much as I could and to keep mine in check. This was as close to bliss as one could come, only entering her a couple of inches higher would be better but this was wonderful now. I had to keep a very tight rein on my feelings then to make sure the evening lasted longer. I wanted to experience all of her charms tonight and I knew she hadn't finished showing herself off.

I continued to move in her beautiful pussy, filling her deeply with every forward thrust, until she began to moan in the throws of her orgasm.

"Caro, caro," was followed by a long, drawn out, "Oooohhhhh," as she succumbed to the pleasure my erection was giving her. I could see her back muscles ripple as her climax impacted on her body and I felt the tight squeezing of her pussy on my cock. It took extreme control not to cum then but I manage it.

We both stayed still for a little while with me still inside her. Because I was trying to last my penis became slightly soft although encased in this wonderful pussy. Gianna must have felt this softening because she pulled off me and turned. She kissed my mouth and reached down to hold my cock in her hands.

"It's going soft," she said with a great big pout, "why? Don't you like me any more."

I smiled and held her then, looking deep into her eyes, I said, "Oh yes, I like you a lot," and I kissed her. "I'm trying to last in the face of increasingly difficult stimulation," I said laughing.

She knelt in front of me, "Well," she said looking up at me and smiling sexily, "I'm going to get it hard again before I pose some more." With that her mouth covered my cockhead and she started to suck gently.

"Oh hell, Arna. Arna, stop when I tell you please, please, or I'll finish." She continued to suck, using her tongue at the same time to probe for my tiny pee hole. Of course I was hard now and she sucked even harder, enjoying the taste of herself, my pre-cum, and the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth. I know she sucked Silvio but she never enjoyed it very much. I suppose it's all about how much you feel for the other person. I knew she loved me so she got a lot of pleasure from sucking me.  




Caroline Ch. 13.05



Now she took her mouth off the head and started to lick up and down the shaft sometimes teasing the hairs at the base with her teeth. She would use her mouth as if my erection was a harmonica, running it up and down with her tongue washing over the whole length.

"Oh that is good Arna, suck it again please."

She looked up at me through her lashes, "Don't you dare let go," she said, "I want to taste you in my mouth but not now."

I laughed, "I'll do my best," I said as she took me into her mouth again. Deeper this time, almost three quarters of my length finished in that warm paradise. She sucked and sucked and, wanting more control, I took hold of her head so I could move her on my cock. I was beginning to get very excited now and would willingly have filled her mouth with spunk. I started to fuck her face then, almost losing it, before she pulled away and smiled.

"No, no, you naughty man. We haven't finished yet." She pulled away and took up another position on the chair. This time she was again facing away and kneeling on each arm, one leg straight and the other slightly bent. She looked back at me with that oh so sexy smile and said, "Well, do you like this?"

"Shit Arna," I said, "I like you any way at all but that is pretty good."

"Come and lick me again," she said, "I want to feel your tongue inside me everywhere." Well I didn't need asking twice because I love using my tongue on my women. They all taste wonderful and now Gianna would be very wet indeed.

This time I turned, sat on the floor and rested my back against the front of the chair. Leaning my head back I could look directly into her sex and, reaching my head up a bit, I was able to lick the whole length. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but, in a way, that was quite good because it meant I didn't get too hot and was less concerned about cumming myself. Moving up a bit I was able to reach around behind her and grasp both her bottom cheeks to pull her sex down on me. I buried my tongue inside, licked and sucked, and now and then, bit her clit gently. She was moaning constantly, climaxing I think but I couldn't see really. I know she was wet, very wet indeed. 

After a while however, my position became a bit uncomfortable so I moved and knelt behind her. This allowed complete access to her bottom hole, her cheeks being parted by her position on the chair. Now I used my hands to massage her bottom cheeks, tenderly, softly, and gently, kneading the soft flesh. What a joy this is, to be able to do this to a woman you love. To caress, to stroke, to rub down, this most beautiful area of a woman's body. I spent quite a while doing this to Gianna who seemed to revel in the feelings generated. Not enough to bring a climax but enough to bring joy and pleasure. 

She looked back at me and said, smiling, "Oh Mike, caro, that is wonderful. I wish you could do that for ever."

I smiled back at her, "I wish I could as well," I said, "but I couldn't last that long."

"Kiss me there again," she said with that marvellously sexy smile, "and I might let you take mio privato."

I didn't really need any urging to kiss her anus and use my tongue on her there so I leant forward and began to lick the valley of pleasure between her cheeks. Using the full width of my tongue I anointed the valley with saliva, licking from the rear of her sex up to the top of her bottom cheeks. Oh the pleasure of doing this, of feeling the soft velvet of her skin against my tongue. She was mewing now, softly groaning at the pleasure I was giving her. For the second time that evening I rolled my tongue and probed gently at her tight rear passage. As before she opened, a tiny hole appearing in the centre of her tightness letting me in. A soft push forward and my tongue was inside her, moving back and forth, pleasuring her bottom hole. This is a wonderful feeling for an 'arse' man like me. The tight ring of her anus was gripping my tongue like a rubber band, expanding and contracting as I moved inside her.

"Enough caro," she said breathlessly, "I want to feel you there now. Let me move." So now she change position slightly, kneeling on the chair seat and thrusting her bottom out. Moving slightly sideways on the chair she looked back at me pro-vocatively.

"Now, mio caro. Take me hard and deep and fill me with your lovely cream. Ti amo caro, ti amo molto. Make love to me caro, make love to mio privato." 

This mixture of English and Italian is very sexy. When she gets very excited Gianna does tend to lapse into her native language. I find it very sexy indeed. Now I needed no second bidding. I was hot and hard for her as I reached for the KY.

"No caro, I want to feel you properly. It is enough, you do not need that." Sometimes in the past I would take her bottom without lubrication, well only saliva, her juices running down, and my pre-cum. She always said it felt more 'real'. It was certainly more stimulating! She felt even tighter than usual going without KY and it was generally more difficult but she loved it like that and I enjoyed it as well.

"Ti amo Arna," I said as I placed the end of my erection at her vagina before thrusting inside to coat myself with her juices. This resulted in a long drawn out sigh from Gianna. I moved a couple of times then placed the head at her tight little star.

"Open angel," I said softly. She looked back again and smiled, relaxing her sphincter to allow me in. I pushed forward lovingly and buried the head inside her. Oh the tightness, the heat, the joy of being inside her bottom hole was fantastic. I had her bottom many times over those few days and every time was like the first. She was even more practised in the art of anal sex than before. We discussed it later with Lena and I'll write about it later on.

Now I was just beginning to enjoy the feeling of her dryish rectum clinging to my penis but we were both older now. No doubt it is very enjoyable because it is so tight but it can be dangerous and I didn't want to hurt her. I was conscious that this can make both parties a bit sore because the back passage does not lubricate like the vagina so I pulled back and leant forward, whispering in her ear.

"I'll use KY love. I don't want to hurt you and," I went on with a smile, "I expect to be doing this a few more times in the next few days!"

She laughed, "Yes! Perhaps you should," and she reached for the KY and handed it back to me. It didn't take a moment to anoint both her rectum and my cock and I was back inside. The feeling was amazing. Gianna was moaning a litany of "Oh caro, Mike, caro, Mike," over and over again as she began to move on me. This was too much and, holding her hips tightly, I buried myself totally inside her tight, hot channel.

She clenched as she felt all of me inside her and pushed back to get make sure she got it all. My thumbs pulled her cheeks apart to allow the last half inch inside and I began to fuck her arse with a vengeance. Long deep strokes, almost totally out then deep inside, taking all of me. The heat, the slippery smoothness, the wonderful feeling of her rectum clutching at my cock as it retreated. Now I played with her. Just the head of my cock inside her, in and out, in and out, watching her tight ring expand to take me then contract as I left. 

Gianna bent her head back to look at me, "Caro, not long, caro. Please." I don't know what she meant really, she'd been having orgasms while I buggered her so I suppose she must have meant her final fling as it were. I was nearly ready myself so I pushed back inside her, still gently, and began to ream her bottom. Long deep strokes followed by shallow, gentle movements soon brought me to a climax.

I leant forward and whispered, "Baciami amata, kiss me beloved." She turned her head as I drove as deep as I could into her and started to cum. My mouth covered hers and we kissed passionately. I felt as if my balls were exploding, pulsing my soul inside her. I was leaning forward on her, feeling for her boobs, squeezing, kneading. God, what an orgasm. She must have had a massive anal orgasm at the same time because she was pushing back on me and squeezing her rectum tight. It was fantastic but, all to soon, it was over. How I wished I was thirty years younger and could harden again and stay inside her wonderful arse.

Sadly, this is not to be, I softened as soon as my orgasm dissipated and her tightness quickly pushed me out. I turned her around and held her tight.

"Arna, oh Arna, I love you. I love you so much."

She was crying again. Often during those days she would cry after her orgasms. They seemed to release a flood of emotion. 

"What is it Arna, my angel. Tell me."

"Nothing, oh nothing Mike. I just cry for all those wasted years. All those nights when I didn't have you, when you were alone. It's so good, so wonderful. Oh Mike, I'm so lucky that you have Lena. This would never have happened without her. I don't want it to end, to go back to before but I must."

"Shush angel," I said holding her tight. "Lets shower then go an hug Lena. We can talk it out together." I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bathroom, not without some effort I might add, and we quickly showered together. Gianna didn't seem able to shake off her sadness and Lena noticed when we went into the bedroom.

She put down her book and said, "Gianna, love, what's wrong." She looked at me accusingly, "You haven't upset her again have you?"

I smiled sadly at her, "No darling, I don't think I have. I think it's just the situation." I turned to Gianna, "Arna, angel, it doesn't have to end now, not ever. Tell her Lena."

Lena sat up and reached for Gianna, "Come and cuddle," she said, for all the world like a mother, "and tell me what's wrong."

Gianna moved to hold her and she began to speak through her quiet tears. "Lena, Lena, I'm so lucky he has you. You are so kind to not be jealous and share him with me. It makes me happy but it makes me sad as well."

Lena smiled softly and stroked her hair. I looked down on them both and thought how lucky I was at having these two wonderful women love me, and to be able to love them both.

"Just be happy," Lena said, "just be happy loving him." Then she looked at me with those devastating eyes of hers, "I am." My heart went out to her, how did she do this?

Gianna was still crying softly, "I know," she said, "but it will end. I will have to go back to Silvio and it will end. I don't think I could stand that again, not after our time here."

"Oh Gianna, I don't think it has to end. I said before, it's up to you." She looked at me, "Tell her Mike, it doesn't have to end does it?"

I sat next to them both and put my arms around them. "No Arna, it doesn't have to end. I told you before, I know you can't leave him. I understand why and I wouldn't ask you to but this doesn't have to finish because of that. Your marriage to him is over in all but name. He sees other women, you can never allow him in your bed again can you?"

"No," she said seriously, "never will he have me again. Of that I am certain."

"Well," I said, "you've lived together without that for years now. Nothing really has to change. Oh, I know you said he suspects about us being together again but I will speak to him Arna, I promise, and he will be OK about it. He wouldn't throw you out or anything, he would lose too much face to do that. He will abide, Arna, you know that. He can carry on seeing his women and you can carry on seeing me." I turned to Lena, "She can can't she?"

"Of course." Lena smiled at her, "Of course you can. As I said before, you'll want to see Jo often won't you. It is another grandchild after all and you'll want to see me won't you?"

She looked at us both, hope in her eyes, "What about Guy. He will know."

"He does know Gianna," Lena said, "I told Jo on the phone tonight that you two are back together. She will tell him, she said so."

Gianna looked shocked, "Oh no, what will he think of me?"

"He will think that it's a good thing that his mother and father are together again and that you have some happiness. He's not a fool Gianna, he knows that your marriage to Silvio is a sham. I guarantee he'll be happy. You don't have to worry. It will work out, you'll see. "Now," she said looking at me, "Let's both cuddle this lovely man and get some rest. He looks tired out," she laughed, "you must tell me what you did to him." That made us all laugh as we cuddled up together and finally nodded off.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It seemed right for Mike and Gianna to get back together and Caroline is big-hearted enough to see it through. Do remember that this IS fantasy.

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To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 13.06



Hi, 

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This is a longer chapter in which Mike and Gianna move ever closer back together. Plenty of romance, sex, more romance, more sex (including anal) and some discussion of the future. I felt that Caroline and Gianna should get together as well but, as I've said before, I don't feel able to write about that. If there are any female readers who would like to share experiences with other women I'd be happy to write the encounter up more fully as a later insert.

Mike's Tale:

The next week at the villa

Monday:

I was woken in the morning to find Gianna had left and Lena was snuggling up to me, half asleep. I bent and kissed her mouth, a kiss she returned as she woke.

"Mmm, that's nice," she mumbled, "you can do that again." So I did waking her properly. I had had a thought last night as I went to sleep and I wanted to ask Lena.

"Lena, sweetheart," I said, "I need to ask you something."

"Mmm, go ahead darling."

"Lena, errm," I was a little unsure of how she would take this. Shows how I still didn't really understand her.

She woke up properly now, sensing my hesitance. "What is it Mike, come on, spit it out."

"Well," I said, "Lena, I want to buy Gianna and me rings. I thought about it last night as I went to sleep. She's so upset at going back to Silvio. She thinks that it will end then. I don't want it to, not now. Lena I'm sorry." I was scared now, my feelings for Gianna were very strong, as strong as my feelings for Lena, and I was worried how she would feel having allowed me to open this, until now, forbidden door.

She held me tight, "Oh Mike, you silly man. You don't have to be sorry. I know you love me and now you love Gianna again. You're bound to want to look after her. I understand that and I want you to as well. She's so sad when she thinks about going back to him but she will won't she?"

"Yes," I said sadly, "I'm afraid she will. It's too much for her, to cast all that baggage away. I don't like it but, well, I do understand. I just want her to be as happy as she can be. If she has my ring she'll have me with her all the time. If I wear one as well it will sort of bind us together. I might make her feel better, more secure."

She smiled, "I think it's a lovely idea and I'm sure she'll be very pleased. Where shall we go?"

"Let's spend the day in Stresa shopping and lounging about." I smiled, "I need a rest. Phew, I'm worn out!"

She laughed, "She is keeping you busy isn't she." Then she was serious, "Is it good. You're not sorry are you?"

I took a deep breath. I wasn't sorry, I was still worried about my feelings for Lena. I couldn't make love to her properly at the moment so I didn't know how that would be now I had Gianna and I was worried. I think she must have sensed something because she said, "Mike, Mike. Surely you're not sorry!"

"No," I said softly, "I'm not sorry. Lena I love her so much and she is so happy. How I've secretly longed for her to smile, to laugh, to enjoy life again. No, I'm not sorry."

"What is it then. I can tell something is wrong."

"Oh, I'm sorry Lena, it's just that, well what with not being able to make love to you properly I worry about things. Oh, you know." I was at a loss for words really. I couldn't put my worries into words but Lena, bless her, understood.

"You can't make love to me so you worry about how it will be when you can. Will you be able to capture the feelings of before. Is that right?"

"Oh Lena, I'm sorry. Bugger, I keep saying that but you do understand don't you?"

She smiled and hugged me, "Oh course I do and I'm not in the least bit worried. I have every faith in you, I love you, you silly man so I don't worry at all." She smiled her sexy smile, "Just you wait until next week, you'll be OK!"

"I love you my darling."

"I know," she said with a satisfied smile on her face. "Come on, let's get up and go out." So we both showered and went downstairs to greet Gianna and have breakfast together. I didn't say anything about buying a ring to Gianna, I wanted it to be a surprise.

After a long lazy breakfast we went into Stresa. Coffee first then a look at the shops. I collect Capodimonte porcelain, particularly female figures, so I like looking at the shops there. Both Gianna and Lena seemed inordinately happy together and I was pleased that the two women I loved got on so well. We had lunch in one of my favourite restaurants, just on a corner, where we could be quite private and, afterwards I raised the subject of a ring.

I smiled at Lena and took Gianna's hand in mine. "Arna," I said. I had taken to calling her that all the time. A sort of way of showing how much I cared for her. "Arna, I want to buy us each a ring." She looked shocked and surprised.

"Darling," I said, "I can't marry you but I want you to wear my ring and I'll wear yours. When you're on your own at home you'll know I'm thinking of you." She looked a bit unsure. "Please." I said, "wear it on your right hand ring finger. You haven't any rings on that hand." I was in earnest now. For some reason this meant a lot to me -- was it a desire to possess her? I didn't think so. I understood how she felt about not leaving Silvio so that wasn't the issue. I wanted her to know that I was committed to her, thinking of her, and wanting her.

Lena piped up. "Gianna, he wants you to know he loves you and he wants you to be able to know you love him. The rings will do that." She smiled, "They can be a sort of wedding ring can't they, meaning you belong to each other."

Gianna looked at me and began to cry as she reached across the table to hug and kiss me. "Oh yes, yes," she said, "of course I will wear your ring. It's really all I've wanted to do for twenty years." Then she looked worried, "What about Silvio?"

"Look," I said, "I will speak to Silvio about us. Don't worry Gianna, all will be well, I promise. Just wear my ring and think of me as I'll think of you." I looked at Lena, "I have a ring for Lena, now I'll have one for you; for both the women I love."

This started them both sniffling so I handed over my handkerchief and they went off to the loo to tidy up. Then to the goldsmiths. I knew it was unlikely we could get two rings the same straight away but that is one of the advantages of small, local traders. I was sure he would be able to craft what we wanted in a few days. As it happened, he said he would be able to make the rings by Thursday so we were able to choose exactly what we wanted.

They were both plain gold rings, mine slightly wider than Gianna's. To be honest they weren't really all that glamorous but they suited their purpose well: to bind us together. I don't know what the goldsmith thought as Gianna threw her arms around my neck and kissed me but he had a bit smile on his face, Italians do like romance. It's what makes them such and attractive people. Although I suspect he was really puzzled when Lena did the same!

We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at the shops and finally had an early evening meal at another restaurant. When we got home Gianna insisted that I stay with Lena that night. She laughed as said she had had 'use' of me for the last two days and it was Lena's turn to be loved. Well, I couldn't love her properly but I did spend ages making love to her with my mouth, telling her how beautiful she was, reciting a little bit of poetry and, in the end, bringing her to a massive orgasm with my tongue.

As we lay together afterwards she said to me, "Are you happy now Mike?"

Happy, I thought, happy! "Lena, I don't know how to say how happy I am now. I was so worried last week, worried about my feelings but now they're secure. I can love you both and I do." I laughed, "I might get a bit confused about how to show it but I do love you both. You know that don't you?" I asked suddenly serious.

"Oh yes, my darling, I know that. I know that every time you look at me, every time you kiss me, every time you hold me. I'm so pleased you can love Gianna as well. She looks years younger and she's so happy now." Now she became serious, "Do you think it can work, you know, her going back to Silvio?"

"I think so," I said quietly. "I know him so well you know, he won't be happy about his but it won't destroy him, he's a realist. He's known for years that Gianna didn't love him, never really has loved him. I suppose that's why he left her all those years ago. I'm going to phone him later in the week and see him as soon as we get back. Lena, I love her too much to allow him to jeopardise that so I'll find a way to make it work." I held her tight. "You won't mind, will you, her coming over and, errr, you know."

She laughed, "No, I won't mind her coming over and, errr, you know. I'm sure she'll want to continue to make love with you." She seemed to have a thought, "Do you think Guy will be OK with the two of you together again. I know I told Gianna he would be but, well, I haven't spoken to Jo since I told her."

"I hope so," I said, "I think he will. I suspect that's what he's really wanted since he realised he was my son. Well, there's not much we can do about it is there, we're back together again and that's that!"

She laughed and kissed me, "Yes," she said, "that's that. Come on, sleep time. We're going shopping tomorrow for some clothes."

I recoiled in mock shock, "More clothes?"

"Yes," she said, "I want to make sure Gianna has a proper wardrobe when we get home." Then she smiled her sexy smile, "And we both want to get some more bedroom wear especially for you," she said giving me another kiss, "you seemed to enjoy the last lot Gianna wore," she ended as she snuggled up next to me.

Tuesday:

The next day we went to Locarno, just across the border in Switzerland. They wanted shops and shops there are aplenty here. It was just a bit more expensive but, hey, what is money for? It was a wonderful day. I couldn't help noticing how Lena and Gianna acted with each other, just like a mother and daughter. Like Monday, I was pleased that they both got on so well together. Lena was in her element here, she loves, no she adores, shopping and now she could work her magic on Gianna. She made her try on all sorts of things, a daughter introducing her mother to modern dress. Some of the clothes they bought that day made Gianna look ten years younger and fantastically attractive. I wondered what the family would think.

They wouldn't let me come into the lingerie shops with them so I sat in the town square watching the chess match. They have an open air board in the square with giant pieces. They also have a really good player on hand to take on all-comers, so I spent a happy 45 minutes watching this while they shopped. I didn't mind because I knew I'd enjoy what they bought in the future!

Then it was shoes and accessories, with a quick lunch fitted in between. The whole time they laughed and joked with each other and, by the time we left for home, I think that their relationship was cemented. Quite what sort of relationship I wasn't sure, mother and daughter I thought, but with Lena you never know!

We stopped off at a little restaurant in Baveno, just up the lake from Stresa, for a really excellent evening meal and arrived home quite late. All very tired, we bundled into bed and fell asleep quickly.

Wednesday:

I was woken again by Lena kissing my neck and ears. I loved to wake with her running her fingers through the hairs on my chest and, as she did this, I turned and kissed her lips.

"I love you," I said as I held her.

"Mmm," she said smiling, "I know."

I laughed at her, "Much more or this and you'll have to work your magic down below."

She laughed back, "Oh no," she said, "That's for Gianna this week. My turn next week."

"I know," I said, "and I can't wait."

"Well, you'll have to," she said laughing.

"Did you enjoy yesterday?" I asked hoping to change the subject and cool the erection that was beginning to become somewhat more of a problem.

She seemed suddenly serious and pensive. "Mmm," she said, "I did."

"What is it?" I asked aware of her mood change.

"Oh Mike, it's difficult to explain really. Well without hurting you," she explained as she held me.

"Oh Lena, angel, don't be silly. You know you can say anything you like to me. Now, what is it that's bothering you?"

"It's silly really but it's how I felt about yesterday, about Gianna, and about you. It was like we were a family, you know, mum, dad, and me." She looked shocked. "Oh I'm sorry, it just hurts you to throw up our age difference again but it was so strong."

I smiled softly at her, "No need to worry darling, you can't hide our age difference, it's a fact that won't go away."

"I know," she said, "but I don't like emphasizing it." Now her mood brightened, "It was fun wasn't it?" She laughed, "No," she said, "I don't suppose it was much for you: you just paid. Oh Mike, I feel so strangely about Gianna now, after this week. It's like she was my mum." She became serious again. "I never did those things with my mum. We didn't do things together very often, like I said, I think I was a bit of a burden to her but yesterday, well, it felt so good to be with her, to show her all those new clothes. I think she liked it as well. Did she do that sort of thing with Maria?"

"No," I said thinking, "I don't think she did. Gianna seldom buys clothes like those you bought yesterday. Maria doesn't really dress up very much either and I don't think they've ever really had the money to do it, so yesterday will have been a new experience for Gianna. She really enjoyed herself didn't she?"

"Mmm," said Lena smiling, "she really is attractive if she wears the right clothes. You looked happy yesterday."

"Yes," I said, "I was and I must admit you two did look like a mother and daughter out shopping together. You showing her all the new trends, laughing together, enjoying yourselves. It felt like we were a family." I laughed, "Mind, a strange one at that, but a family nevertheless." I was serious again, "Caroline, I don't want to lose that feeling so I'm going to have to sort this out with Silvio. I can't lose her again, you know that don't you?"

"Yes," she said softly, "yes I do and I don't want to lose her either. Oh Mike, my feelings for her are so complicated. Sometimes I feel like I want to hold her tight and tell her I love her because she's my mum and sometimes I fancy her. It's very confusing Mike, really confusing."

"Mmm, yes it is." I cuddled her tight, "I have different feelings as well. Yesterday, seeing you both there, I enjoyed the feeling of family and I could see you as my daughter and Gianna as my wife and your mother. Now, I want you my wife, badly and yet I see Gianna as my lover. These are strange feelings but," I kissed her, "they are interesting aren't they?"

"Yes they are," she said returning my kiss, "and, on Monday, you'll be able to show how much you want me won't you?"

I laughed, "I think that's obvious. Just feel down there!" and she did.

"Ooooh, naughty man," she laughed, "why don't you pop downstairs before that disappears and show it to Gianna? I'm sure she can think of a use for it!"

The thought did appeal to me, Gianna over the kitchen table, mmmmm. So I slipped on a dressing gown and went downstairs, leaving Lena lying in bed smiling. Of course it was impossible to hide my erection as I came into the kitchen but Gianna was standing at the work counter with her back to me. She was dressed in a light chiffon housecoat that didn't hide many of her charms, certainly not the soft curve of her buttocks and the swell of her hips. None of this did anything to lessen my stiff manhood so I stood behind and put my arms around her waist.

"I want you," I said softly into her ear.

She must have heard me because she wasn't surprised, "Mmm," she said with a smile in her voice, "I can feel it," and she pushed her bottom back on my erection. "We haven't done this in the kitchen for over twenty years," she said as she turned to face me, "far too long!"

I kissed her mouth, slightly open and ready for my tongue. God she tasted wonderful. I undid the tie on her housecoat and it fell open revealing her marvellous breasts and loose trousers.

She undid mine and knelt, "Let's have a look at this," she said smiling up at me as she eased my boxers down. "Ooohhh, what's this in aid of?" she laughed.

"It's in aid of being surrounded by two of the sexiest women I have ever known," I said laughing, "Lena said you might be able to find a use for it."

"Oh yes," she said looking up at me through her lashes, "oh yes, most certainly." That was another wonder of Gianna, she was always ready for sex. Of all the women I've known, well up to Caroline anyway because she's always amenable as well, Gianna was the sexiest in that way. She wasn't a nymphomaniac or anything like that, she just said that she liked making love to the man she loved and wanted to do so at every opportunity.

Now she gripped my penis quite tightly, she knew I was less likely to cum quickly if she did this, and took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around coating it with saliva. Then deeper, more in her mouth, as she sucked pre-cum from the tip.

"Oh fuck Gianna," I said, "careful."

"Mmmmm, it's nice," she said as she took me from her mouth, "you know you taste lovely."

I lifted her up and held her, "Now I need to taste you," I said and lifted her to sit on the work surface. I eased her pyjama trousers down, opened her legs, and began to feast on her sex. Wonderful, all the smells, tastes, and flavours of a woman! She leant back and lifted her feet to the surface to give me complete access to her pussy and her anus. I used my tongue to probe all of her, her anus, her vagina, and her little man, appearing now as she became more aroused.

"I want you now," she said, "how?"

My reply was to lift her down and turn her round so she could lean over the work surface. I lifted her housecoat and exposed her wonderful arse. Tempted though I was to bugger her she hadn't prepared and, at this time of the day, it would be unpleasant for us both so I pointed my erection at her pussy. Gently opening her lips with the head I pushed inside causing a quiet sigh from Gianna and a groan from me as I felt the soft warmth of her vagina clasp my throbbing cock.

"Oh yes caro, yes," she moaned as I began to push deeper inside. Gianna enjoyed straight sex this way and I knew she wouldn't be long in cumming but that she might actually have two so I was conscious of lasting a little bit to give her maximum enjoyment. I eased myself slowly into her, revelling in the feeling of her soft tightness. Soon I was fully embedded and I began to slowly move, gently fucking her. Gianna was moaning now, a constant litany of "Yes, caro, caro, yes," over and over again. I pushed her housecoat up her back so I could lean forward and kiss her there, continuing to move back and forth inside her.

I began to sense her orgasm was arriving as she thrust her bottom out at me so I speeded up, using long deep strokes to fill her completely before almost removing my cock. Then, as her orgasm arrived, short strokes to prolong her feeling of fullness.

"Oh caro, yes. Oh caro Mike, yes, yes," she cried as her vagina clasped my cock even tighter showing her orgasm had arrived. I was managing quite well now. I was usually able to last longer in the mornings anyway, I don't know why, it was just one of those things. I kept fucking her all the way through her orgasm and, as she came down from her high, she realised that I was still hard inside her.




Caroline Ch. 13.06



She turned her head and smiled, "Caro, you can carry on?"

"Forever, I wish," I said smiling, "but, yes, for a while."

"How do you want to finish?" she asked smiling and still moving on my penis.

"How do you want me to finish?" I asked her smiling back.

"To taste you," she said licking her lips. "In a minute I will taste you." She smiled, "Now you can carry on!"

She wanted me to cum in her mouth, well that was OK by me, I love her mouth, so I continued to move inside her slowly. After a while I began to build up speed again, filling her with long deep strokes. Again I heard the litany of "Yes, caro, caro, yes," which told me her second orgasm was approaching so now I started to move from side to side as I thrust back and forth. I reached my hand to her front and found her clitoris which I softly stimulated with my finger. I was reaching deep inside her now and she was moaning quite loudly now. Then her vagina contracted again, squeezing my penis in a soft, velvet grip. Only the thought of filling her lovely mouth with cum prevented me from loosing myself inside her.

I continued fucking her long and deep all the way through her second orgasm which must have lasted several minutes before she finally looked back and said, "Now," smiling and licking her lips.

I stepped backwards and she turned and knelt before me. She clasped my penis in her hands and began to masturbate tenderly before taking the head into her mouth.

"Oh shit Gianna, it won't take long."

"I know," she mumbled over my cockhead. Then she sucked, pulling over half of me inside her mouth, and one hand fondled my balls, tight now with desire for her. That was enough. My hands went to her head and, as she looked up at me through her lashes, I began to fuck her mouth. I knew Gianna liked this, this feeling of being 'used'. I wouldn't do it to a woman unless I know she likes it because not only can it be demeaning but it can also hurt if she doesn't. I was careful not to go to deep inside her mouth, Gianna couldn't deep throat like Lena (although she did learn later when Lena taught her -- but that's another story!), but I was able to get over half inside and the soft warmth of her saliva filled mouth soon worked it's magic.

"Oh Gianna, love. Oh fuck," I shouted as I began to fill her mouth with my cream. As soon as I started to pulse she started to suck, pulling the spunk from the end of my cock like a Hoover. The feeling was marvellous, as if I was being sucked dry. She managed to swallow most of my offering even though it was shooting out like bullets from a gun, but some escaped out of her mouth. Because so much came out she had to take my cock from her mouth and a couple of limp pulses hit her chin. She knew what I liked so she stood, opened her mouth, showed me my cream, and swallowed it. Then she took my hand and used my finger to wipe the spunk from her face before she took it in her mouth and swallowed that. God what a woman!

Now she knelt back down and took my softening cock in her mouth and kept it there until I was completely soft. This is a marvellous feeling, warm, wet and oh so comfortable.

"I wish I was thirty again sweetheart," I said, "you could have it again."

She smiled, "But you are not and I don't wish that." She stood, "All my wishes have come true," she said softly, "and I would not wish to go back. I have you now, you and Lena, and I don't want anything else." She held me tight and I kissed her neck and shoulders.

"God, I love you." I said.

She looked up and smiled softly, "I know," she said. "Come on, let's shower. Poor Lena will wonder what has happened."

I laughed, "I don't think so," I said, "she'll guess!"

And off we went to shower. Afterwards we found Lena had gone from the bedroom so we dressed and followed her down. She was in the kitchen finishing off breakfast.

She laughed as we came in, "It looks like someone was disturbed in here," she said as we sat at the table, "I hope it was enjoyable."

"It was," said Gianna as she walked across to Lena and held her tightly, too tightly? Was there something more than a mother/daughter relationship blossoming here? What the heck, I didn't care as long as they were happy.

"Oh Caroline," said Gianna, "thank you, thank you so much for sharing him." Then she looked at me and smiled, "He was very naughty Lena, he made me cum twice then he filled my mouth." I was surprised at this. The two of them must have got used to talking about me like this, the same as Lena did with Jo. It must have happened when I was training or something. I suddenly thought it might be a good idea to let them have a longer time together on their own.

"Mmm," I said laughing, "she did enjoy it though! Look you two, it's not a bad day so I'm going to try to get a round of golf in this afternoon are you OK on your own."

"Oh yes," said Lena laughing and looking at Gianna, "as long as you don't wear yourself out!"

"No," said Gianna, "I haven't finished with you today!"

With that we all laughed and had breakfast. After a lazy morning and a short lunch I left them for the golf course. As it happened I met a business friend of Nardo's there and we managed to work out some important deals as we went round. Mind it didn't do my game any good, but then nothing really did! 

I got back about 4.30 and used the upstairs shower only to be joined by Gianna who was obviously interested in sports other than golf. Well, she played games I was always interested in (well if the body was able that is) so I allowed myself to be led to the bedroom where I managed to equate myself quite well, making her cum three times before filling her marvellously tight bottom with another dose of white nectar.

Out again that evening to dine with Gianna wearing one of her new dresses. She was a knockout at the restaurant, the same one with the little waitress, Anna, that Lena had said she could get for me. The waiters hovered around her and she actually flirted, something I'd never seen her do before. I laughed inwardly. She wasn't as practiced as Lena in the art but she was learning quickly. Something had changed about her, she'd become more confident, sure of herself and of her sexuality. I'd not remembered her this confident out of the house although, I suppose, we didn't actually go out like this all that time ago.

Perhaps, now that she had made up her mind to live her own life, she did feel more secure in herself. Being with Lena must have helped. It's difficult to describe just what Lena is able to do. She is such a fount of happiness and joy, and now she seems even happier. It must be the baby and everything.

I popped off to the loo and when I came back I was collared by Gianna. "Lena tells me you fancy that little waitress. Is that true?"

I must admit this embarrassed me a little bit. Look, it was all right to play like this with Lena, she loved it, but I wasn't sure how Gianna would take it. She hadn't been jealous twenty years ago and she certainly wasn't jealous of Lena but she might be funny about these games.

"Errm," I stuttered.

"Oh don't be silly Mike," piped up Lena laughing, "Gianna knows you fancy her, I told her." Then she turned to Gianna and said, "I told him I could get her for him."

Gianna raised her eyebrows, "Really?" she said, "no, surely not!"

"Mmm," she said, "I popped out and spoke to her last time we were here. I noticed her looking at him in 'that' kind of way." Then she started talking about me as if I wasn't there, not an uncommon thing! "He doesn't realise how attractive he is to younger women. I think they see him as a strong, confident, powerful figure, rich as well, so they size him up. She was certainly doing that last time." Then she turned to me and smiled her sexy smile, "Do you want her?"

Well, what could I say to that. I was flummoxed between these two gorgeous women. "Well, errm. Oh shit Lena, that's not fair," I said looking from one to the other. "I've spent the afternoon making love to one beautiful woman and I'm probably going to go to bed tonight between two, anything I say is going to be bloody wrong isn't it?"

They both laughed, "Silly man" said Gianna laughing. "If you say you don't, we'll know you're fibbing. You must want her, she is lovely," she ended looking over at Anna pensively.

"Gianna?" I said questioningly, "you're not beginning to think like Lena are you?"

She looked surprised, "Think like Lena?"

"Yes," Lena said, "he means do you fancy her too? I do!"

Now Gianna looked shocked, "Errm, well, I, errm. I've never really thought about it. Another woman?"

"Oh come on Gianna," said Lena smiling, "you must have seen it. You've seen all the boys DVD's, you told us, so you must have seen two woman together."

"Oh I have," she said and she blushed. She was interested in other women!

"Gianna," I said smiling, "have you ever been with another woman?"

Now she was really shocked and a bit upset. "No, no, I haven't, honestly," she said looking at me somewhat abashed.

"Oh darling," I said reaching over to kiss her cheek, "don't worry. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother Lena. You don't have to be upset."

She relaxed somewhat and said, "No, I haven't been with another woman but I have seen it in the films."

"Did it make you excited?" asked Lena softly. She was deadly serious now and I knew without a doubt that she had very strong feelings for Gianna, as a mother and as a woman. Now Gianna looked at Lena in a slightly different way. She was aware of how Lena felt!

"Yes," she said slowly and looking down as if embarrassed, "it did but I never thought about it at all."

"So do you like her as well?"

"Oh Lena, this is so new. I like her yes, she's very pretty but, like that? I don't know. I've never done it, never thought I'd do it." She looked at me for help. "Mike, I don't know what to say, help me please."

I looked at her and smiled. She was obviously confused and worried about how I might feel if she should like another woman. "Gianna, angel, just go with the flow. If you do like her, or any woman for that matter," I added looking at Lena, "then go for it. You won't know if you like it until you try it will you."

Lena laughed, "You're a crafty one Mike, you fancy Anna don't you? That's why you're trying to talk Gianna round."

I laughed back at her, "Minx, yes I do fancy her, of course I do. If I said otherwise you'd know I was lying," I said, then added seriously, "but I'm not trying to talk Gianna round because of that." I looked at them both, "I want you to be happy and if that means Gianna liking another woman," I said looking pointedly at Lena, "then I want that to happen." Now I became more serious. "Lena, yes I do fancy Anna and I would like you to get her for me but not now. We go back to Bologna on Sunday then home. I don't suppose we'll come back to the villa until after the babies are born next year. There isn't enough time for Anna," I looked at Gianna lovingly, "I haven't finished with Gianna yet you know, we've still got a few days."

This was enough to make Gianna blush slightly at look at me coyly, "What have you got in mind?" she said archly.

"Never you mind," I said laughing then turned to Lena. "So, if you do fancy her you'll have to wait until next year and hope she hasn't got a steady boyfriend by then!"

Lena laughed back at me, "Then you'll have to wait and hope too!" So the banter carried on throughout the meal interspaced with both women flirting with the waiters and me with Anna. I must admit she was a pretty little thing and I did regret that we didn't have another week to test out Lena's theory. She fluttered her eyelashes at me a few times and I got some lovely smiles from her, smiles that I thought promised something but I wasn't really sure.

We strolled home arm in arm on a fairly chilly but dry evening. Lena bantering all the way home about Anna. As she did so I was having to do some thinking. With Gianna becoming so confident, so assured and now being so attractive I wondered about her and other men. Indeed, I wondered about Lena and other men. If they were happy for me to have other women how would I feel about them having other men? That was difficult but I couldn't have one rule for me and another for them could I? Add to that, if anything did happen to Silvio in the near future, Gianna would be a fine catch for a man. Could I really expect her to turn down an opportunity for happiness with another man instead of her shared relationship with me? I didn't know.

They must both have sensed something because when we got in they went to make coffee then collared me in the lounge.

"What is it Mike, you've been quiet all the way back? Is something bothering you?" Lena was always very sensitive to my moods and could tell if I was mulling something over. I knew I had to talk about this otherwise it would fester -- in complicated relationships like ours it is important to talk, to air things and get them out into the open.

"Oh Lena, it's just what happened at the restaurant. You're quite happy to get other women for me, you know like Amy and now Anna, but that must work both ways mustn't it." Then I turned to Gianna, "I couldn't help thinking how beautiful and desirable you are, especially with your new clothes. All the men were falling over themselves to compliment you, to talk to you."

She smiled, "You were jealous?" she said seemingly quite pleased.

"No," I said, "I don't have any right to be jealous do I? Oh bloody hell, I suppose I am and I don't like it. Being jealous that is." I was having trouble saying exactly what I meant. "It's just that, if it's all right for me to have other women it must be all right for you to have other men. Look, if anything did happen to Silvio you'd be a widow and a bloody attractive one at that, with much of your life before you. I was just concerned about how I would feel if you found another man." She went to say something, "No, wait a minute, just let me finish. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy and if another man could do that I hope it would make me feel good, but I'm not sure. It's the same with you Lena. What if there's another man other than Guy that you want? How will I feel about that? Oh shit, I've got myself into a bit of a state I'm afraid." I looked at them both, "How can I go on enjoying these women and not letting you enjoy other men?"

They looked at each other then Gianna was the first to speak. "I want you to know one thing," she said firmly, "there is no other man for me. I told Lena before, I've only ever known two men and I probably only ever will but you are my man and I don't mind sharing. If anything did happen to Silvio I would be a widow but I would not go with another man. I love you, I love you more than anything else. That you think like you do makes me love you even more. Now I have you again I will never let you go. You have no worry Mike, I will never want to go with another man, I have you," she ended with tears in her eyes as she kissed me.

"There," said Lena, "now you've made Gianna cry," she said as she started to sniffle too, "and me as well!" 

I looked at her desperately. "I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to."

"Oh I know that, we both do, but you have. It doesn't have to work both ways you know," she said looking at me intently, "it's not the same. I get the women for you, you have them if I say so. Anyway, I haven't seen a man that I want since I met you, so there. And if I did, which is very unlikely, I wouldn't jeopardise our marriage for a bit on the side. I've got all the 'man' I need in you and Guy. Now don't be silly and stop thinking like that." She looked at Gianna, "We both love you and neither of us are going to go with other men even though we know that you would let us. Drink you coffee then we'll go to bed."

So we did and I slept very well. Lena has this ability to make me feel like a million dollars, important and loved!

Thursday:

Thursday was a quiet day. We went into Stresa to get the rings and Gianna cried as I placed it on her finger. Silly I know, but I took her to the little rectory in Baveno, the one with the lovely wall paintings, and did it there. I'm not a religious person but I wanted to show Gianna's God that, although she was technically committing adultery, it was through love. If there is one, I hope he (or she for that matter) is forgiving and understanding. I think Gianna liked that as well. She was conscious of her marriage vows but now she had finally decided to put those constraints behind her.

I know when I put the ring on my finger I felt bonded to her, just like I did to Lena with the other ring. I don't wear any jewellery, other than a wedding ring, so this second ring stood out. I was happy for anyone to know what it meant and I think Gianna was too. As we sat in a café in Baveno afterwards I asked her what she would say to the family.

"I think we have to tell them, well the older ones anyway," she said seriously. "I feel different now and they will notice. They will want to know why and I must tell them."

"Does Nardo know about us?" I asked her, "he was almost ten when Silvio came back."

"He's never said anything," she answered, "but I'm sure he must suspect. He was quite a precocious ten year old wasn't he?"

I laughed at the memories, "Yes he was. What about Maria?"

"I'm sure she never suspected," she said smiling, "although you used to tuck her up in bed and read her stories. She was too young I think to really understand."

"Will you tell the younger boys?" asked Lena.

"I don't think so," she said thoughtfully then smiled, "they're so tied up in girls, college, and all those other things, that I don't think they will notice and they are closer to Silvio. Nardo and Maria will notice so I'll have to tell them."

"Do you think they'll mind?" said Lena.

"I don't know," she said. "Have you spoken to Jo?" Lena nodded. "What does Guy think about us being back together?"

"Oh he's pleased as punch although he was a bit worried about how Silvio might react."

"Mmm, so am I," she said looking at me.

"I spoke to him yesterday from the clubhouse," I said. "I told him about us but he already knew I think. He must have noticed how you changed Arna. He was sad but he seemed pretty resigned I think. He knows it's over between you two. I'm going to see him when we get back." I looked at them both. "I think it best if Gianna stays with us on the night we get back then I can speak to Silvio on Thursday. I think it's going to be OK. I don't know, Arna, do you think we should see him together? Would you feel better if we did that?"

"I don't know," she said, "can we wait until the time then I'll decide?"

"Of course," I said, "we'll wait until Thursday morning. Come on, let's have another coffee then go home."

It was a quiet evening full of soft music and loving embraces. I sensed Gianna wasn't interested in sex tonight and, strangely enough, I wasn't either. Even Lena, who was always keen for us to be 'at it' seemed to feel the romance of the occasion and sex would have ruined that feeling. Don't get me wrong, I think you can have romance and sex or either without the other. This had been one of those lovely soft days that stick in the memory for no real reason.

When we went to bed I felt a tremendous need to hold then both close to me. I don't know why, it just felt right. They went to sleep, their heads on each of my shoulders. I lay for quite a while just enjoying the sound of their breathing and soft snoring. I felt so lucky, so wonderfully lucky with my life!

Friday:

I guessed Friday was going to be a busy day. We were going back to Bologna early on Sunday morning so Saturday would be taken up with making sure the villa was shut down for the winter -- we probably wouldn't be returning until the spring at the earliest and that depended on the arrival of the babies. So Friday was the last day we had nothing really to do. I woke to the sound of Gianna and Lena talking and, opening my eyes, saw them both in their underwear with Lena brushing Gianna's long black hair. They looked gorgeous and their presence had an immediate effect.




Caroline Ch. 13.06



"You look lovely," I said, "like Artemis and Hera in Olympus."

Lena turned and laughed, "I don't know them," she said, "but I hope they were pretty!"

I laughed back, "They were goddesses and they were beautiful, though I doubt as beautiful as you two."

She turned to Gianna, "I think he deserves a kiss for that don't you?"

"Mmm," she said turning with a smile, "perhaps something more?"

They both came over to the bed and Lena pulled the bedclothes away revealing my stiffening penis. "Ooooh look," she said, "Gianna, he's nearly hard!"

"Oh yes," she said licking her lips and bending her head towards my erection.

Lena bent her head and kissed me, her tongue insinuating it's way into my mouth and meeting mine. Her hands roamed the hairs on my chest and gently teased my nipples. Suddenly my cock was engulfed in Gianna's mouth. Hot and wet with her tongue working overtime on the head. Lena pulled away, reluctantly I thought, and looked down at me, "Good?" she said.

"Oh fuck yes."

She kissed me again then said, "I'll go now and leave you two alone."

I had the strangest of feelings now, I didn't want her to go. Oh not because I wanted to make love to both of them, I just felt that she should stay. I suppose I wanted both women I loved to be there, making love to me.

"Lena," I said looking up at her perfect face, "don't go, stay. Gianna?"

Gianna lifted her head from my cock and looked at Lena, "Do you want to stay?"

Lena looked at me and nodded, "Yes, can I?"

Gianna smiled, "I've never made love with another woman in the room. I know you have so you can teach me. Is that OK Mike?"

"Oh god yes," I said because she was gently masturbating my cock at the time. Lena went back to kissing me and Gianna back to sucking my cock, which was by now, rock hard. Then they changed places and Lena started her wonderful work on my penis. Gianna was watching. It was new to her after all and her eyes widened as Lena started to swallow my cock all the way down. 

"Oh shit Lena that is good."

She pulled away after a few swallows and looked at Gianna, "Want to try," she said, "it's easy when you do it right."

"I've never got that much in my mouth," said Gianna smiling, "Mmm, yes show me."

"Well," said Lena, "you have to get his cock at the back of your mouth then swallow. It's as simple as that but you must get your breathing right and you must control your gag reflex. Breathe before you swallow and as you take him out. Go on, you try it but we'll get him nice and slippery first."

You know it is very, very sexy to lay there a hear two women discussing how they're going to swallow your cock! I was desperate not to cum now because I wanted to see if Gianna could deep throat like Lena. To be honest, I think deep throating is over-rated. I do like it although I prefer to be sucked and licked but I know Lena actually enjoys the feeling of my cock (or Guy's for that matter) deep in her throat.

Gianna leant forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth while Lena coated the rest with saliva, using her tongue to spread it all over. "Try it now," Lena said looking up at Gianna.

I was, sort of, just a means to allow Gianna to try this, they seemed to have forgotten me completely, not that I minded however, my cock was in heaven being treated like this! Now Gianna took more of my erection into her mouth and, before long, I felt the end nudging the top of her throat.

"Breath first," said Lena softly to remind Gianna, "good, now swallow just as you would normally."

I raised my head slightly so I could see Gianna's head as she swallowed. Then I felt the tightness of her throat. Bugger, it was all I could do not to cum, it was so sexy with Lena cooing softly, "Yes, that's right. Try some more you've nearly got it all. Don't breath!!."

Gianna's eyes widened as her lips finally reached my pubes and tickled her nose. "That's it," said Lena happily, "you've got it all. Now out and breath, then back again. Mmm, that's right."

Gianna got into the rhythm, breathe, swallow, out, breathe. It was heaven. "Don't let him cum deep in your throat Gianna or you'll choke." She turned to me, "Are you ready yet?"

I didn't want to cum like this, I wanted them both on me, so I said to Lena, "No, not like this, not yet."

"Well you can practice a bit more Gianna but don't do it for too long or it hurts your throat." Gianna kept it up for another couple of swallows then came up for air, as it were.

"Well?" asked Lena, "what did you think?"

Gianna gave a big smile, "I enjoyed it," she said, "it's a good feeling having him as deep in my mouth as he is downstairs." Then she looked at me, "Well, did you enjoy it?"

"Fucking hell, Gianna, of course I did but now I want to be inside you again. Climb on board." She laughed and looked at my erection standing up almost straight.

Lena looked somewhat estranged, "I'll go and leave you two," she said again.

"No," I said desperate for her to stay for some reason, "don't go. Lena, do what you do with Jo. Please." Lena looked at Gianna who raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"He means for me to sit on his face while you sit on his cock," Lena said with a wry smile.

"Please Gianna, I just want you both here, with me, to make love to me. It seems wrong that Lena has to leave. Please!" I don't know why this meant so much to me. Obviously we wouldn't always make love as three but I just wanted the two of them to be there, together, because I loved them both.

"Shall we?" asked Lena.

"Yes," said Gianna smiling, "let's do that!" So saying she moved over my loins and lowered herself on to my waiting erection. She didn't sink right down but looked at Lena, "Are you going to do it now?"

"Mmm," said Lena as she moved over my head. What a sight! Her beautiful sex, the sensitive perineum, and then her anus: a tiny little star squeezed tight shut. I reached up to hold her thighs as she began to ease herself down on my face. Now a deep breath and she covered me. What bliss, the taste, the smell, the sheer eroticism of a woman doing this to you. At the same time Gianna settled on my cock, taking it completely inside. I started to buck my thighs, trying to get deeper and, at the same time, used my tongue on Lena. I didn't push my finger into her anus, just tenderly massaged the ring with my finger. I could feel her climax building as she pushed down on me. Then she leant forward a bit, towards Gianna. I felt Gianna move as well. Were they kissing? I didn't care at that moment because I was about to cum. Just before I came Lena let go and I was flooded with her liquid. At the same time I felt Gianna clasp me even tighter, a sure sign her orgasm had arrived and this set me off. Not a big one because I don't this way but pleasant nevertheless.

Suddenly all the weight was taken off me as they both rolled sideways. Turning my head I could see they were in each other's arms, kissing faces and stroking bodies. They seemed oblivious to me, just tied up with each other. Well, I didn't mind, it was what I wanted you see, them to be together.

I gently rolled off the bed, picked out some clothes and nipped out to the shower. They didn't seem to notice, so involved in each other were they. I want downstairs and got breakfast ready but it was nearly an hour before I heard the shower go. A while later they both appeared at the kitchen door. They looked a little sheepish with eyes down.

"Oh Mike," said Lena, "I'm so sorry. We shouldn't have ignored you like that." Gianna didn't say anything but she couldn't meet my eyes.

"Oh you angels," I said laughing, "I don't mind, it's what I wanted. Did you enjoy yourselves?"

"Oh yes," said Lena smiling, "we did, didn't we Gianna?"

She looked up and smiled shyly. "I didn't know it could be like that," she said with a sense on wonder in her voice, "so different, so tender, so loving." She came over to me, held me, and buried her head in my chest. "Are you sure you don't mind. I feel so ashamed using you like that then leaving you."

I held her head back and kissed her lips. "I love you," I said, "and if you're happy with Lena, then I'm happy for you both."

"Thank you," she said, "I love you too. Oh this week has been so wonderful."

Lena laughed, "And your cum tasted lovely as well." This made Gianna blush even more as it told me Lena had sucked my cum out of her pussy. I must admit, it gave me quite a rush to imagine them doing it.

"We talked Mike. When we get back and I'm 'fit' again, we want to have a threesome. Right Gianna?"

She still looked a bit embarrassed. "Lena suggested it Mike. Do you want to?" She asked coyly giving me 'that' look.

"Bloody hell Arna, of course I do. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I can't think of anything nicer than us both making love with you but," she said pointedly, "this afternoon Lena says I can have you all to myself so be prepared!"

I held her and my hands travelled over her bottom and cupped her cheeks. "I'm prepared," I said, "to find heaven in that gorgeous body of yours." And I was! I was getting hard again already. It's amazing what these two women can do to me.

I noticed a change in their relationship from now on. It was mother and daughter but it was more, they were lovers. I don't know whether they LOVED each other romantically, perhaps it was more physical. The affection was turning to love that was familial. I think the Gianna was becoming Lena's surrogate mother and that was bringing them together. I suppose that their feelings were complicated, I know mine were!

Today was quite busy for me in another way as well. After breakfast I sat Lena down and told her that I had decided on plans for the villa. Yesterday and today had set me thinking about bedrooms and space. My 'family' was growing and the villa needed to expand somehow to cope. Gianna listened intently. All the women in my life were intensely fond of the villa, I suppose because so much that was important happened there so I wasn't surprised that Gianna was interested as well.

"I've been thinking Lena, Gianna, and I've decided to have some changes made to the villa over the winter," I said to them both. "The villa as it stands won't be big enough for us all to stay here. There are only two main bedrooms and that small third. If we all come down," and I included Gianna with my eyes, "what with the children, there certainly aren't going to be enough bedrooms. The lounge is OK, that's plenty big enough, so is the kitchen. We tend to eat on the poolside area in the summer so there's enough room there. I want to move the garage and exercise room under the pool to utilise that wasted area then turn the those areas into two bedrooms and a large bathroom. There won't be such a good view from them but at least we'll have enough bedroom space for everyone. How does it sound?"

Lena looked pensive, "That sounds good Mike but couldn't you move your office downstairs and turn that into a bedroom."

"Mmm, I could I suppose but it wouldn't be very big, only a single."

"You could extend a bit couldn't you? You could extend the breakfast eating area at the same time."

"That's not a bad idea. There still wouldn't be much of a view of the lake but it could open on to the pool side. Mmm, I like that. Tell you what, we'll do that then I can make one large and one small bedroom downstairs, plus my office. Yes, how does that sound?"

"Mike, it sounds great but won't it cost?"

"Oh yes, quite a bit but I can afford it can't I? How does it sound to you Arna?"

"It sounds OK but I don't know the villa that well, I've only been here in the winter haven't I, but if you have more bedrooms that is good isn't it?"

"Gianna, you must come back in the spring. I haven't seen it in springtime, only in summer and autumn. Mike says it's even lovelier in the spring. Mike, can we come in spring?"

"We can sweetheart," I said, "but I think a lot depends on that bundle in your tummy doesn't it. We'll get a date perhaps on Monday, we can make some provisional plans then. I may have to come back for a few days after Christmas to sort things out, if you feel OK Lena you can come back with me. Arna, will you come then?"

"I don't know Mike, we'll have to see how things go. It might be better for me to stay."

"Well we don't have to make plans now," I said, "but I've got to go into Stresa to see the architect and builders now. Look, I'll probably stay there for lunch," I smiled at Gianna suggestively, "I won't drink too much Arna, I'm looking forward to this afternoon."

She smiled, "So am I," she said. With that I left for town and spent several hours talking to my architect and the builders. Building work in Italy is not easy to arrange and palms have to be crossed but if you've got a good lawyer and a good architect it goes reasonably well. I took them both to lunch which boded well but, as I told Arna, I left all the drinking to them (they managed!). I got back to the villa about 4.00 o'clock and, after a shouted hello, shot straight into the bathroom for a shower. Gianna was waiting outside and put her arms around me.

"Mmm," she said, "you smell nice. Lena's popped down to the shops for and hour or so and I'm going to shower as well."

"No you're not," I said smiling and lifting her up. Surprised, she didn't resist and rested her head on my shoulder. I knew she'd have to get ready because I wanted her bottom this afternoon, she would probably want that as well, but I was going to romance her before that. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. She was wearing a soft loose blouse and a flared skirt, no stockings as usual. She looked gorgeous. Gianna seldom wore much make-up although she would, on occasion, apply quite a lot to 'dress up' and make herself look particularly sexy. If she did this I knew she was playing. Sometimes she would even wear a different coloured wig and really knock me dead. Sex with her had been, and was, FUN! 

Now she looked so delectable it wasn't true. Of course I only had a dressing gown on so she could see the effect that she had on me, not really stiff yet but getting there. She smiled up at me beguilingly and licked her lips.

"Tu sei una bella donna, amata, bella sei tu."

She smiled broadly back at me, "Tu sei anche bello," she said softly, "molto bello amato."

I knelt beside her and kissed her full lips. She reached up and pulled me down to her but I wanted to romance her so didn't want to get too close too soon. You see I hadn't romanced her before like I did to Lena and Jo so I wanted to try it out with Gianna, bring her to orgasm by this teasing and sensual lovemaking.

"Shush," I whispered to her, "I'm going to make love to you." With that I began to undo her blouse and, with a little help from her, removed it. I just took in the wonderful sight of her breasts covered by a fairly flimsy bra. They were beautiful, full, round and, despite her age and the children, still fairly firm. I leant forward and started to kiss her. Her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and then down to her neck to her chest. I didn't take the bra off yet, just kissed around the edge and tenderly massaged her boobs through the bra then reached round and undid it, sliding it off her shoulders.

Her boobs in all their glory were lovely and I bent my head to partake of them. Sucking first one nipple then the other, I massaged each breast before kissing them both all over. This elicited a series of soft moans from Gianna who loved having her breasts sucked and kissed -- mind most women I've known do, especially if it's done with love and tenderness.

Having my fill of her boobs, I moved across her stomach, stopping at the sexy button to roll my tongue and fill her there. Then down to her skirt which I undid and pulled down leaving her in her everyday panties. Not meant to be terribly sexy but, I must admit, I do find them so. I was beginning to get really excited now so I bent my head and used my mouth to cover her sex through her panties and bite fairly hard. Gianna whimpered and moaned a soft, "Yesssssssssssss." Time now to remove the last obstruction so I moved away and eased her panties down, knelt back and looked at her naked body.

I began to speak:

My love in her attire doth show her wit,

It doth so well become her:

For every season she hath dressings fit,

For winter, spring, and summer.

No beauty she doth miss

When all her robes are on;

But Beauty's self she is

When all her robes are gone.

Her eyes widened as she realised that it was poetry. I'd never done this with Gianna so she was bound to be a bit surprised, then she began to sob softly. 

"Oh Mike, that is lovely. Say it again please," she said through her tears. So I did and said it again as though I meant it because I did. I honestly believe that these poems, sonnets, or bits from plays are meant to be used to make love to a woman, to worship their form and their wonderful countenance.

Now she reached up and pulled me down, "I need you to make love to me now," she said. So I slipped off my dressing gown, opened her legs and knelt between. "Please, now," she said, "while I remember what you said."

Leaning forward I placed the head of my penis at her sex and began to push. I leant forward and took my weight on my arms as I filled her with my erection. Her legs came around my back and her hands pulled my buttocks into her, then I started to move, long deep strokes to control my orgasm because I didn't want to cum like this, I wanted her bottom, but I wanted her to have a good orgasm. Well she did! It didn't take long before I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock sending shivers along my spine.

"Oh mio caro, caro," she whispered to me as she came, squeezing her legs around my back and pulling me down to kiss my lips. I had to hold very still for a moment to control my own orgasm but I managed it. Finally she came down from her high with me still hard inside her.

"You didn't cum," she said breathlessly.

I smiled wanly down at her, "No," I said, "Arna darling, I want suo privato today. I want to feel your bottom around me and fill you as much as I can."

She smiled, "That sounds nice but I'll have to get ready."

"Mmm," I said, "I'll enjoy the wait." Reluctantly I withdrew from her warm tightness and watched as she walked to the door. God she had a beautiful arse! She was getting just a bit heavy there but that didn't detract from her sexiness, if anything it made her bottom more attractive. As she opened the door she must have felt my desire because she looked over her shoulder, smiled and wiggled her bottom.

"I won't be long," she said, licking her lips sexily.

I laid back on the bed with my hand behind my head contemplating my life now. How lucky I was. I had a young wife, beautiful and pregnant, and I had re-found my feelings for the woman I'd loved almost more than life itself. Add to that I had Jo who was always in my affection and my son, now married to her. What more could I ask? If there was a divinity, I offered thanks, but perhaps it was just luck and fate. I don't know whether this tale, written by me for Lena soon after it happened, and by Lena and Jo over the years really shows what sort of person Lena really is. She has so much love and affection in her, so much ability to care for others, to try to put things right and to make people happy.

My mind drifted back to the first time I saw her, a sexy 20 year old wearing the tightest jeans I'd ever seen. And that first smile! Now I ran over that meeting in the shop where she flirted outrageously and trapped me -- not that I minded being trapped. I again thanked whatever god there might be for finding the courage to suggest I should get to know her better and for her boldness in asking me to take her out.




Caroline Ch. 13.06



My reveries had taken me to a lovely calm plain of existence when I heard the door open. Opening my eyes I turned my head and saw Gianna walking towards me, naked and beautiful. Her lips wore a soft smile as she knelt on the bed next to me, bent and kissed my lips. Her hands roamed across my chest and over my stomach before settling on my soft penis. She kissed her way down my body until I could feel her breath on my groin and her soft hair on my legs. Nothing was said in the wonderful land of love and affection.

She caressed my cock and my balls softly and lovingly as she opened my legs to get better access. Stroking the whole area with her fingers, she soon started to bring me to full erection, finally gained when she covered me with her mouth. Soft and succulent, warm and moist, it was heaven on earth. She sucked gently and used her tongue to wash the head and probe the tiny whole which quickly offered up it's first morsel of pre-cum for her to taste. This was almost too much.

"Arna, oh Arna love, amata. You'll have to stop. Oh shit that's marvellous," I said as she sucked a bit harder and took more of me into her mouth. "Please stop, please!" I was begging her because I didn't want to cum like this. Thankfully neither did she because she took my erection from her mouth and looked up at me through heavily lidded eyes. I could tell she was really hot. She seemed to get worked up just sucking me. Oh that I was young again and I could fill her mouth with cream then carry on but no, age has taken it's toll.

"Can I sit on you caro? Will you let me?"

"Arna, Arna, yes, oh yes," I said breathlessly. She was playing me like a violin. She could do this. With all the other women in my life now I was always in control but with Gianna, no. She had this power to control me. She was so sexual, so powerful in her sexuality. As I've written above, I could never understand why Silvio found her so cold, with me she was the most sensual woman I've ever known, even more so than Lena.

She licked her lips in her sexy manner then covered me and lowered herself down taking me completely inside her in one go.

"Oh shit Arna, oh God," I managed to say as I struggled to hold on to my orgasm.

She was smiling her pre-orgasmic smile and I knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. She enjoyed this position for straight sex, mind she enjoyed most, but this was her favourite. Personally, I've always found it easier to control myself in this position, I suppose it's because you can't move that much and the woman is always in the driving seat, as it were! Gianna bounced up and down a few times the leant forward to kiss me as her orgasm hit. Again I felt her vagina squeezing my penis and I had to concentrate to hold on. Her tongue pushed into my mouth as she almost devoured me in the throws of her passion. Finally it was past and she whispered in my ear.

"Caro, caro amato, ti amo, ti amo,"

"Anche ti amo," I whispered back, "ti amo molto, amata."

She pulled up, still holding my erection inside her, smiled and said, "Mio privato now. Come, take me how you want!"

Well I had conflicting passions now. One part of me wanted to throw her face down and ream her long and hard whilst the other part wanted to be gentle and tender: the latter won. I lifted her off and sideways, leant on one arm and looked down at her.

"Turn beloved," I said and she languidly lay face down. I looked at her body, soft and smooth, with those curves that break men's hearts. Her bottom was full, fuller than it had been but she was smaller than Lena. She was putting just a little weight on there but as I said, this just made her bottom even more enticing. Look, I'm an unashamed 'arse' man and I like them all, all shapes and sizes, but Gianna's was enticing. I could almost see her anus but not quite, sort of between Jo and Lena.

Taking a deep breath to control myself I began to explore her back, not that I didn't know it well, but I wanted to feel her, to touch her, so I ran my hands along the curve of her body, stroking her from her armpits to her thighs. I gloried in the shape and feel of her then I started to gently massage her shoulders and her back before I moved to her bottom. She was cooing softly in pleasure as I worshipped her body.

Now I concentrated on the wonderful texture of her bottom, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks and the tops of her legs right down to the back of her knees. She was moaning now, a soft litany of. "Yes, yes, do that," over and over again. Time now to explore the valley between her cheeks.

I opened her legs and knelt between then used my thumbs to part the pert fullness of her bottom cheeks. Her anus, a small star with and almost invisible ring of muscle, had a tiny hole in the centre showing me that she was relaxed and ready for anything I wanted to do to her. I licked the length of that valley and was reward with a sharp cry of "Caro, caro," as my tongue drifted across her tiny star and a further, "Yes Mike, yes," as I rolled my tongue and invaded the privacy of her back passage.

Her anus opened to me and my tongue prodded inside as she pushed herself back onto my face. Deeper and deeper inside her dark tunnel I forced my tongue, feeling the elastic of her anal muscle gripping the base. Then I started to 'tongue fuck' her rectum, slowly at first and then faster until she was moaning loudly and pushing even harder back into my face. I couldn't cope with much more of this, I had to have her now so I pulled away then, leaning forward, I whispered in her ear, "Like this caro?"

"Mmm, yes. Like this."

Well, this is my favourite position for anal sex, mind, closely followed my standing, and with Gianna, well it was always fabulous. I reached over, grabbed the KY and squeezed some onto her anus then worked it around the ring with my finger. Another squeeze pushed inside with my middle finger right up to the knuckle, then some on my raging erection. Positioning myself I leant slightly forward and put the head of my cock at her back door.

"Now Arna, " I said as I pushed forward and felt my penis enter her relaxing ring.

"Aaaagggghhh," from Gianna as the breath was forced from her lungs and the pleasure of my entry grew upon her.

"Oh shit," from me as I experience the tightness of her rectum squeezing my cock just below the head.

"Yes, yes, caro, yes," now from Gianna, "more. Fill me, please."

I pushed forward into the tight warmth of her back passage until I was buried completely inside her, my weight forcing my cock right up inside her most private place. The heat and the tightness were an agony of pleasure and then she began to flex her rectal muscles, rippling them along my cock.

"Arna, oh Arna love," I managed to say as I started to fuck her arse in earnest. Long, deep strokes completely filling her then almost withdrawing. Next I teased her anus, removing my cock and then just nudging the entry with the end of my tool, sometimes just inserting the head. The feeling was marvellous and Gianna was getting impatient now, she wanted to be buggered long and hard.

"Oh caro, caro, now. I want it all, now!"

I thrust forward and reached down with my hands to part her cheeks even more and allow the final half inch of my erection inside her. Bliss! She squeezed and I fucked her arsehole. Sorry for the language but that's how I felt. God she was wonderful and I fucked her for as long as I could before I had to let go and fill her with my cream. Pulse after pulse shot my semen deep into her dark tunnel and with each pulse she moaned as she must have felt the warmth inside her bowels.

"Caro, caro, caro," she said over and over then her rectum squeezed tight and the muscles began to ripple as her orgasm reached it's peak. God it was a marvellous feeling and it managed to milk a couple more spurts which were almost painful. Sadly my erection diminished almost immediately, the pain of getting old, and as much as I would have loved to take her there again, I was spent. So was she I think. It had been a very, very good session indeed capturing some of the intense passion of all those years ago. 

I rolled sideways off her wonderful body and she turned and looked at me. "Oh Mike," she said with tears in her eyes, "I don't want to lose this. I don't want to go back, can't we stay here forever? I love you."

"Shush amata, I love you too but we must go back. You would never forgive yourself if you deserted Silvio now, your past would haunt you. We won't lose this darling, I won't let that happen no matter what Silvio says. And we must go back. Here isn't reality, it's an oasis in the storm of life. We'll spend as much time as we can here but we'll always have to go back." I held her face in my hands, "I love you Arna and Lena loves you too, I can sense that. She loves you like a daughter loves a mother and as a woman loves another woman and you both share your love for me. Neither of us will let that go, you can be sure of that."

"Thank you darling, I'm sorry but just the thought of losing you again is too much to bear."

"I know," I said vehemently, "but it won't happen."

She kissed me and said, "Thank you, I think I'll just lay here for a while. Go and see if Lena is back."

So I nipped into the shower, dressed and went downstairs. As I left the bedroom Gianna had slipped into a soft slumber with the suggestion of a smile on her lips.

Lena was back when I got downstairs. She was in the kitchen pottering about. "Hi darling," she said smiling, "had a good afternoon?"

I smiled back and kissed her, "Yes," I said, "and no."

She was concerned, "Why, what's the matter?"

"It's Arna, she's upset."

Now she got a little testy with me, "You haven't upset her again have you? You know you have to be careful around her."

"No, no, I haven't upset her," I smiled, "far from it. She was very happy with me. Oh Lena, she wants us to stay here, she's frightened of going back, of losing what we have found. Perhaps if you go and talk to her. I've told her that I'll never let that happen, no matter what. I think she's worried that going back to Silvio will somehow jeopardise the future but I'm not going to let that happen Lena, you know that don't you?"

"Yes," she said, "I do. I'll go and speak to her Mike. I don't want to lose this either. She's a different woman now, attractive, sure of herself and of you. She's living her life now and she must go on doing that. I'll talk to her," and off she went upstairs to Gianna.

They came down about half an hour later and Gianna looked a lot happier. She came over and kissed me, "I'm sorry for being silly," she said, "Lena's talked to me and I know that you won't let anything happen. I love you," she ended, "I love you both."

"Come on," I said, "let's get ready and go out for a slap up meal. It'll be our last one here for a while. I think I might have a bit to drink," I ended laughing, "provided, of course, that my services are not required tonight."

Gianna smiled indulgently at me, "No," she said, "I'm happy. What about you Lena?"

Lena smiled back at her enjoying the game, "No, I'm waiting for Monday night," she said with a lascivious lick of her lips. I laughed and kissed them both. We all got ready and walked into town. We had a lovely meal at the restaurant where Anna worked. Lena flirted with the waiters as usual so did Gianna. That surprised me. I could already see Lena's influence on her. She still wasn't very practised at flirting but then, she looked so good, she didn't really need to be. Lena was right Gianna, dressed up to the nines, looked in her mid thirties and now she was much more open, smiling and laughing, something she seldom used to do. It was great to see it. 

Halfway through the meal she left for the loo and Lena leaned over and said, "Mike, you don't mind her flirting do you? She only started last week and I think she's enjoying it."

I smiled, "No, I don't mind. Oh Lena, it's so good to see her smiling, laughing and behaving like a real woman instead of the little wife at home. We can't go back after this can we?"

"No we can't," she said, "and we won't." Then she changed the subject, "Look," she said, "Anna is looking at you again. No, don't make it obvious. I met her in town this afternoon and we had a coffee and a chat. She's nice you know. I know why she fancies you so much, her father was killed in an accident when she was very little and her mother brought her up on her own. You might want to think about something here Mike, her mum is a programmer, freelance now, but quite good according to Anna. Perhaps Nardo would be interested in her."

"Mmm," I said pensively, "he's always on the lookout for good talent. Still we won't be able to do anything about it now, we're off home on Sunday. Perhaps if and when we come back after Christmas."

"Mmm," she responded then added with her sexy smile, "perhaps you can get to know Anna a bit better then."

I laughed, "Lena, you are incorrigible, I'll have you, you know that."

"Yes," she said, "but I'll be very pregnant then and you might just find a sexy young 19 year old quite exciting."

I sighed, "Lena my love, of course I would, but I will have you and I will always find you quite exciting."

She leant across and kissed me, tears forming in her eyes, "I think that's why I love you so much, you say the right things."

Just then Gianna returned to the table. She must have noticed the tear in Lena's eye because she said to me, "Have you upset Lena now? What has he done Lena?"

You see how careful I have to be around these two women! "I haven't upset her Arna, she was talking about that little waitress over there, Anna."

"Oh," said Gianna looking across, "she is the one you told me about Lena?"

"Mmm," said Lena, "she really fancies Mike and I said I could get her for him just like Amy." Of course I realised now that they must have spent their time together at the Villa discussing what had happened over the last month or so. I wondered if this meant Gianna knew all about Amy, including the double-teaming? But she certainly knew about me and Amy and probably about the Sunday in the hotel as well. I suppose Lena had also told her all about her, Jo and me, so she would be well aware of me making love to two women. Was that what Lena wanted, probably, I thought.

"She's very pretty," said Gianna looking at her across the room. Bloody hell, I thought, Gianna fancies her. Lena has really turned her on to other women now.

"Arna, my angel," I said smiling, "you fancy her don't you?"

She blushed a bright red, "Oh, oh, n n n nnnnnooo. Errrmm, oh Lena!"

"I expect she does Mike, she is very pretty after all. I'm not sure whether she's into other women though, perhaps I can find out!" she said laughing.

Gianna was very worried now, "Mike, oh Mike, I'm sorry. Lena, it's all your fault!"

I laughed, "Arna, Arna my love, I told you before, if you fancy her I don't mind. If Lena can get her for me I'm sure she can get her for you. Can't you Lena?"

"Mmm, I don't know. You wait there," and off she went to talk to Anna. Oh hell what a woman she is!

"Mike, Mike, I don't know about this. Are you sure you don't mind. Mike I never knew it could be like this. I always thought, you know, lesbians were sort of strange but the way I feel about Lena. She's like my daughter, my sister, and my lover, but I know it felt wonderful yesterday when I was with her."

I smiled softly at her, "I know," I said, "feelings are very mixed at the moment aren't they. Sometimes it feels like Lena is our daughter, the daughter we never had, then she's my wife carrying my baby, then my lover, sexy and provocative. Arna, sometimes my mind goes back to those days and I see you as almost a wife, then as Lena's mother, as my wife, and as my lover. I know Lena feels the same sort of confusion." I leant over and kissed her, "I don't think it matters really, these feelings are all good. I love you both completely, in lots of ways, so that can't be bad can it?"

"No," she said, "and I love you completely. And I'm growing to love Lena as well."

I laughed, "Well she is very, very lovable. Here she comes with a big smile on her face. I'll bet she has you know!"

Lena sat next to me and whispered confidentially in my ear, "She fancies you like hell you know. If we come back after Christmas you can have her and," she said turning to Gianna, "if you come with us you can have her too."

Gianna blushed again and looked demure. "Don't be silly," said Lena, "I know you want her and by then," she looked at me suggestively, "you'll be quite used to having to share your bed with Mike and another woman, me," she finished brightly.

This seemed to make Gianna feel better and we finished our meal in a spirit of happiness, laughing and joking with each other, the waiters, and particularly Anna, who, as the restaurant was empty apart from us, was able to spend plenty of time at our table. We all had a lot to drink and I was a bit tipsy so we got a cab back to the villa and rolled into bed together, sleeping in in the morning.

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Caroline Ch. 14.01



Hi, 

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

A short chapter covering the Saturday before the three of them leave the villa for home and reality. More romance and more (anal) sex!

Mike's Tale:

Saturday at the villa

A busy morning tidying everything up and storing things in one bedroom. I cleared out the office and the breakfast room so the builders could get about freely and moved the table tennis table and the fitness things. Luckily our neighbour had room in his garage for this stuff so the garage area was clear. Our neighbour, Ruggero, was going to keep an eye on everything at the villa. He was a doctor at the local hospital and lived in his villa all year round. The architect was also going to keep a weather eye on the builders.

I was also conscious that Gianna was looking quite sad at leaving so I mentioned it to Lena. "Lena love, I want to make love to Gianna one last time this afternoon. Soft and gentle. You don't mind?" 

"No," she smiled, "of course not. It'll probably be the last time for a while, well a week or two anyway. Make her feel special Mike." Then she had an idea, "Mike, use poetry, you know something like the 'summers day' sonnet. She'll love that."  

"But that's yours," I said.

She smiled softly and kissed me, "Yes, I know but I don't mind sharing it with Gianna. I'll do a light lunch and we'll eat out again tonight then we can leave the kitchen nice and tidy. Are we leaving early?"

"Yes," I said, "we'll just have a cup of coffee and breakfast on the way. Is that OK?"

"Mmm, it'll save on the washing up!"

So Lena made lunch and called Gianna down. She'd been upstairs packing her few things. 

After lunch I turned to her and whispered, "Arna, I want to make love to you, do you want to?"

She smiled sadly, looked at Lena who nodded, and said, "Oh yes, yes please. Lena, come upstairs with me, please."

Lena looked at me and I nodded and off they went. I cleared up and showered, wearing just a dressing gown and boxers, awaiting my call, as it were. I wanted this to be good, something that Gianna could hold in her memory so I thought that Lena was right about the poetry, I just wished I knew some in Italian. Then I thought of the song, oh yes that was the thing!

After about 20 minutes Lena came down. "She's waiting for you Mike. She's very sad, I think she believes that this might be the last time. She still can't really believe that we can go back." She looked serious, "We can can't we? She doesn't have to go back and be like she was does she?"

"No," I said, "I won't let that happen Lena, I love her and you too much."

"Go up there and give her the time of her life Mike, and remember," she added with her most sexy smile, "only two days now. I can't wait to feel you inside me again, it seems so long."

That was exactly how I felt. I longed to feel myself inside her sex and, I'm sorry to say because she was pregnant, deep inside her bottom. "I'm looking forward to that as well," I said kissing her and going upstairs.

Opening the bedroom door, I walked inside and there was Gianna lying on the bed. She was wearing the most beautiful red satin pyjamas. They covered her completely but hid nothing, if you know what I mean. She looked absolutely marvellous. I slipped off my dressing gown and stood looking at her for a few moments and, as I did so, she got up and crossing to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I kissed her back, revelling in the feeling of her boobs pressing into my chest through the satin. 

"Oh Mike, Mike, caro," she whispered in my ear, "ti amo, caro, ti amo."

I was pretty emotionally wrecked by this. I'd put up a brave front to both of my loves over the past few days but I couldn't really be certain of exactly how Silvio would react to Gianna and me so, although I'd just told Lena I thought it would be OK, I wasn't certain. Her saying that Gianna thought this might be the last time had struck a cord in me. Could that be true? Well, I wasn't about to allow that. So I put my arms around her, kissed her, and whispered back, "Anche ti amo amata, ti amo molto."

"Love me caro, please love me!" She sounded desperate somehow so I knew that Lena was right, she did think this might be the last time. Well there wasn't much I could do to persuade her that I wouldn't let that happen so the best thing I could do was to make love to her, to make it good so that she would remember it.

"Love you, love you, oh yes, I love you and I will make love to you." I held her at arms length, looked into her eyes and began to quote (I can't sing):

"Vorrei bacciare i tuoi cappelli neri,

le labbra tue e gli occhi tuoi si belli 

Vorrei morire con te angelo di dio

O bella inamorata, tesore mio.

Stringimi, o cara, stringimi al tuo core,

Fammi provar l'ebbrezza dell'amor."

She looked at me in surprise and then, as the impact of the words hit home, she began to cry softly. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again and again.

"Oh that was lovely, lovely, lovely. I want you," she ended, "now."

I began to kiss her back, kissing her lips, her eyes, and her hair just like in the song. Then I undid the pyjama top and slipped it off her shoulders. As I did so she held me tight again and I enjoyed the pleasure of feeling her boobs against my chest. Her nipples were hard in her excitement and were like small handles pressing into me. I started to kiss her shoulders and her chest before turning so I could sit on the bed and allow my head to be level with her boobs. Now I could concentrate on them properly. I pulled her towards me and buried my face between these gorgeous mounds then I began to worship them with my mouth. I licked the nipples one after the other and bit each gently as I tweaked the other. I ran my teeth along the erect nipples causing a series of soft sighs from Gianna and her hands to come up and stroke my hair as I attended to her wonderful breasts.

Moving from the nipples I concentrated on the underneath where they joined rib cage. They were still firm despite her age and the children and licking and biting here gave her great pleasure. It must have been too much for her because she pushed against me and I fell back onto the bed with Gianna on top on me. She was kissing and licking my chest and across my stomach, I guessed where she was going!

Easing myself onto the bed properly I laid back and awaited her pleasure which I soon found to be to remove my boxer shorts and start to gently masturbate my already fairly hard cock. One hand continued to do this whilst the other cradled and stroked my balls making them as hard as my cock. While she was playing with my wedding tackle her tongue was licking my nipples and running down across my stomach to meet her hands. He mouth covered the head of my cock causing as sharp intake of breath and a muffled, "Oh shit Gianna, that is good."

Her tongue washed around the head and probed for the tiny pee-hole which released it's first drop of pre-cum which she sucked out and swallowed. Now she took more into her mouth and sucked hard. I nearly lost it then and filled her mouth with cream. I would have liked to have done that but I wanted to have her every way this afternoon so that she would remember. I moved my hand down to her head. 

"Gianna, Gianna, caro. You'll have to stop. I can't hold out much longer and I'm a 'one-shot' merchant now."

She took her mouth from my erection and looked up at me, "I don't mind, I want you in my mouth, to taste you."

"I want that too," I said, "but first I want to make love to you properly and to take il tuo privato. If you want, I'll cum in your mouth after that but you have to stop now."

She smiled her sexy smile and using her tongue to give my cock head one last lick said coquettishly, "I'd like that but first, you have a tongue do you?"

"Oh yes, yes indeed and I intend to use it. Come here you sexy minx!"

She crawled up level with me and we kissed again. I became conscious that she still had her pyjama bottoms on as I enjoyed the feeling of the silk against my legs. "Lay back sweet one," I whispered, "for me to enjoy you."

With a soft sigh she laid back and I moved down to her thighs. There I tenderly removed her pyjama bottoms and looked down on her sex nestling below her mount of Venus. It was beautiful! Bending my head I kissed her stomach and down across her tummy button before teasing her neatly trimmed pubic hair with my teeth. Blowing softly on her pussy I opened her legs and knelt between. I could see the lips of her vagina, moist with her arousal. I enjoyed the scent of her and bent my head to lick around her sex and down the inside of her legs, running my tongue in long lines.

"Oh yes, caro, yes, yes. Kiss me there please."

This was her afternoon so I moved back to her pussy, teased open her lips, and licked the inner walls. The taste was wonderful, so different from Lena and Jo and all younger women I suppose. I don't know whether it is my imagination but older women do taste different. I wonder if older men do as well? I'll have to ask Lena about that.

Anyway, I kept on licking her pussy lips, occasionally moving up to her tiny clitoris which I sucked and bit tenderly. This caused a massive orgasm as her hands came down to trap my head on her sex. I kept on using my tongue as best I could and after a while she let me go.

"Caro Mike, that was good. Can I have you inside me now?"

My answer was to kneel up and, leaning forward, take my strong erection in hand and introduce the head to her very wet tunnel of love. I took my weight on my other arm and pushed forward slowly into her pussy. Warm, damp, and heavenly, the walls of her vagina clung to my cock. It was all I could do to control myself as I revelled in the feeling of her. Halfway then out, then back a little deeper, out again, then back until I was fully inside her. I didn't want to smother her so I held myself on both arms as I moved back and forth, slowly fucking her. Her eyes closed and she mumbled something I didn't understand then she reached up and pulled my head down to kiss me. At the same time her legs came up and grasped me, pulling me inside and making it almost impossible to move. Her whole body shuddered as she came, a fairly strong orgasm by the feel of it. She moved her mouth away and let out a long sigh before, "Oh Mike, caro, caro. Mike, ti amo," she said as the orgasm seemed to linger.

While this was going on I was trying desperately not to cum. I wanted her to remember this afternoon, to give her everything, so I wanted to hold on for her bottom. I had to hold perfectly still and concentrate as I felt the contractions of her vagina around my erection, this became increasingly difficult. Luckily she came down from her high and, opening her eyes, stared into mine.

"That was lovely," she said smiling, "are you still OK?"

"Mmm," I said smiling back, "are you going to let me go?" She still had her legs clasped behind my back.

"No," she said in a sultry voice, "I want you to stay like this forever."

I laughed and kissed her, "Would that I could," I said, "but I wouldn't last that long."

She pouted. Now Gianna doesn't pout that much, not like Lena who has turned it into a very sexy art form, but when she does, she pouts! Just seeing her do this almost made me lose control again and I had to lean forward to kiss her again. As I did so she released me and rolled me over so she was on top with me still inside her. She looked down through heavily lidded eyes, she was still very, very hot.

"This is good, I like this," she said as she began to moved up and down on my shaft. "Ooooooohhhhhhh yes, I do like this." She began to bounce on my cock, taking it deep inside before she leant forward and kissed me again. "Ooohhh yes, yes, caro." She was cumming again. Not as strong but good all the same I supposed. 

Finally I managed to coax her off me as her orgasm receded. I stroked her lovely dark hair and kissed her lips and cheek. "Tu sei bella Arna, bella sei tu."

She smiled her wan smile and reached up to stroke my cheek, "Ti amo caro Mike, ti amo." I was visited then by an intense emotion, a need to hold her to me so tightly, almost as if I wanted to take her inside me, possess her. Not a nasty feeling but one of almost total love. I was even more determined that Silvio should not be able to come between us now.

She pulled my face down to hers and whispered, "Mio privato now. I want you there. Can you do that?" she ended coyly.

Could I? Of course I could. "Oh yes sweetheart, oh yes. Turn angel di dio, turn." Languidly she turned face down and parted her legs slightly. What a beautiful sight! A woman like this is for me, a bottom man through and through, all I can ever ask for and she knew how much I like this. 

Head facing me she smiled and said, "Like this caro, like this again. Your favourite."

She knew me so well. I started by kissing her shoulders and then down her back to the mounds of her bottom cheeks. I gently kneaded and stroked them before I opened her legs a little more and knelt in between. Now my thumbs were able to part her bottom cheeks and explore the valley between, and intensely sensitive place for Gianna. On parting the cheeks I could she her tiny anus properly. A small star surrounded by muscle which showed as a faint ring. Not so faint when it came to gripping though, as I knew only too well.

I bent forward and paid homage to her with my tongue. I started on her cheeks before running my tongue down her spine and into that sensuous valley, coating it with saliva. Up and down I ran my tongue gaining that lovely feeling as it covered her anus which would open slightly in anticipation. She was moaning softly. I'm not sure what but she seemed very happy. Time to knock at the door so I rolled my tongue and probed her anus. She opened with ease, Gianna was very practised in anal sex and her bottomhole was very receptive. I began to tongue fuck her bottom, managing to get almost all my tongue inside. What a wonderful feeling as the ring of muscle grips the soft smoothness of my tongue. Not too much of this, I had to be careful because I was on quite a high by now. Paying attention to a bottom as beautiful as Gianna's was so much of a pleasure.

Leaning forward I whispered in her ear, "Now?"

"Si, amato, si," she whispered back.

I reached for the KY and put some on my erection, throbbing now, then on to her anus before squeezing more inside. No dry run this time, it's quite uncomfortable in this position, plenty of lube is needed but it is the best as far as I'm concerned.

Opening her legs slightly more I used one hand to part her cheeks to expose her anus then leant forward and positioned my cock head there. This brought a soft, "Oh yes, yes, yes, caro. Now," from Gianna as she tried to close her legs even more. I pushed forward and her anus opened to receive the head of my cock before squeezing again to let me know it could. God it was good! Now some more. I pushed harder and, as she loosened, I buried half inside her before a slight withdrawal to ease her muscle followed by a drive forward that filled her completely.

"Aaaaagggggghhhh," from Gianna and "Oh shit," from me.

Now the final bit. I gave her all of me, using my thumbs to part her cheeks and allow the last ½ inch inside. She was fantastic. Still tight, still hot, burning hot and, with the KY, slippery. What a feeling!

"Move," she said, "move. Please take me." So I did. Starting with long, deep strokes: almost all out then back in as deep as possible. I did this for a while and she turned her head and said, "Up, please amato." This meant allow her to close her legs. It is very, very erotic and quite a struggle for the woman. Leaving my cock half inside her tight rear passage I lifted one leg outside hers, then the other. The effect of my cock was electric. Much, much tighter and so, so exciting. Now I started to really bugger her, sodomise her. It's quite dangerous this position. I can get carried away at the sight and the feeling of a woman beneath me like this. 

I didn't want to take her like this however, so I pulled myself back and became much gentler, not driving into her but just moving softly and tenderly. That pulled me back from the brink and allowed me to last a bit longer. By now Gianna was bucking under me in the throws of yet another orgasm and, what with the rippling going on inside her rectum, I was very, very close myself but I wasn't sure what she wanted so I held off -- how I don't know! As she came down her head turned towards me.

"I want it in my mouth," she said, "can I, please?"

Hell, she could have it any way she wanted. "Oh Arna, any way you want."

I pulled out of her tightness and she swung her body around to sort of lay in front of me. Her mouth covered my cock head and she began to suck. As her other hand was playing with my balls at the same time it was only a matter of moments before I started to cum, and boy was it a cum! I'd been hard for ages, hard in her mouth, pussy, and bottom so I was full. I pumped pulse after pulse into her mouth and I could see her swallowing as I did so. That got even more. My whole body was alive, fingers and toes tingling as this tremendous orgasm him me. I roared as I filled her mouth. I don't know what I said but Lena said she heard me downstairs. It was a very powerful feeling and I seemed to go on pumping for ages. When I finally looked down at Gianna I could see my juice running down her cheek and out of the side of her mouth. There must have been gallons (well only figuratively) because she hadn't been able to swallow it all.

She knelt up and smiled, opening her mouth she showed me a mouthful of creamy liquid which she slowly swallowed. Then she used my fingers to wipe the cream from her cheek and then sucked it off; this is bloody sexy as well and brought another weak pulse which she caught on her hand which still grasped my softening cock. She licked this off as well and swallowed it.

"Now I will remember the feel of you everywhere and the taste of you," she said smiling sadly at me.

"Don't worry," I said smiling, "we'll do this again."

"Are you sure Mike. I still can't help feeling that we'll lose this again, you know, when I go back to England."

"No," I said with feeling, "I won't let that happen Arna. I'm not prepared to lose you again. Anyway," I said laughing, "Lena will never allow it." Then seriously, "I think she loves you as well you know. She has an amazing ability to love,"

She smiled shyly and blushed softly, "I feel strangely about her Mike. Sometimes she seems like a daughter, sometimes a sister, and sometimes, oh I don't know, like a lover I suppose. There are lots of different feelings mixed up and I can't really sort them out."

I smiled, "I know," I said, "I feel the same sometimes. Most of the time I love her like anything but sometimes, like Wednesday, I felt she was my daughter and you my wife. Then I see you two together and I feel such an overwhelming sense of belonging, of rightness, of love really. I can't let that go Arna, I won't no matter what Silvio says."

"Will you see him next week?"

"Yes, we won't get home until Wednesday evening so you can stay the night with us," I smiled, "no hanky panky though. I'll see Silvio Thursday. Do you want to be there?"

She thought for a moment and seemed unsure. "Oh Mike, I don't know. Should I, how will he be?"

"We'll wait and see," I said. "Lena will want to come so you stay with her while I talk to Silvio. If I think it's OK I'll call you in. Oh Arna, everything will be all right, I know it will. We can be discreet, as Lena says, you'll want to visit Guy and Jo and her so it will be OK. Don't worry."




Caroline Ch. 14.01



"No, I'll try not to. These last few days have been so wonderful. Having you, and now finding Lena, oh Mike this is such a marvellous place."

I smiled, "Yes, it has got a certain something about it. So much has happened here over the last few months. I think we will spend some very happy times here." I held her tight, "Come on, let's sort ourselves out and find Lena. She probably needs a cuddle." We quickly showered together, resisting the impulse to start again, dressed and went downstairs to Lena. She was sitting on the sofa reading one of her books so we sat each side of her and both gave her a kiss and cuddle.

"You look happy," she said to Gianna, "was it a good afternoon?"

"Oh Lena, fabulous. He said a song in Italian."

Lena looked at me, "Is that the one you said to me, you know, 'eyes and lips, and everything'?"

I smiled, "Yes," I said, "I like that song. It says so much about love. It's how I feel about both of you so I thought Arna would like it, especially in Italian."

"Good," said Lena, "I'm glad you managed to get her to throw off her blues. Are you better now Gianna?" she asked thoughtfully.

"Mmm, yes. I still feel a bit apprehensive about next week but, well, I don't think this lovely man will let anything happen, will you Mike?"

"No," I said firmly, "nothing will come between the three of us now. I love you both far too much to let anything jeopardise that."

"Come on," said Lena, "let's get ready for our last meal. I think we'll go and see Anna again tonight." She gave me a sly look, "I can tell her we will be back after Christmas can't I?"

I laughed, "Lena my angel you are incorrigible," and with that we all got ready and left for the restaurant. It was a quiet meal, a little bit sad really. I suppose we knew that we would never capture the feelings of the last few days and that we wouldn't come back, just the three of us, again. However, Lena, as always, was a fount of happiness. Flirting, chatting, and cheering us all up. She disappeared for about 20 minutes with Anna so I don't know what she was planning there. She had a smile the size of London Bridge on her face when she came back so I was sure she'd enjoyed herself.

Gianna, although sad, still managed to attract the attention of all the waiters and, in particular, the owner of the restaurant who was also a good friend of mine. He was politeness itself, and slightly in awe, when I explained that she was 'with me' although Arna did flirt just a little with him. He was, after all, quite a handsome man about 10 years younger than me. I must admit to some jealousy here and I hated myself for it. I had no right to be jealous did I? We ended the meal fairly early because of the early start in the morning and, although it was quite chilly, we decided to walk back to the villa so we could take in the town. They both cuddled up to me, one on each arm as we walked briskly back. At the villa I sat them in the lounge and made some coffee with brandy and we sat there chatting.

They were sitting together on the settee watching me. They'd obviously been talking about me while I made the coffee.

"Well," said Lena smiling slyly, "not so happy about Gianna's conquests?" I knew I'd been found out!

Looking somewhat shamefaced I replied, "I'm sorry Arna, I have no right to be jealous. I didn't want to be honestly."

She smiled her sad smile, "I don't mind you being jealous," she said, "it shows how much you love me. Anyway, you have nothing to be jealous of." She fixed me with her devastating eyes, "I told Lena and I told you, I've only ever known two men, you and Silvio, and I only ever will. I'm flattered by the attention but I don't want another man, only you." My heart grew light in me in that moment. What had I ever done to deserve the love of this woman, these two women? 

I went over to her and knelt at her feet, "I love you dearest one," and I kissed her. Turning to Lena I said, "And I love you too. Come to bed, I want to hold you both." So we finished out drinks and off to bed we went. I fell asleep with the smell of them in my nostrils and the feel of them next to me. I think it was as close to heaven as any man could wish to be.

Another 'episode' I enjoyed writing. Please vote and do please comment. I really would love to hear what you think of this continuing saga.

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Caroline Ch. 14.02



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This is a sad chapter that brings up to date some of the other relationships in the story. As I have consistently said, I do find it necessary to deal with all aspects of my characters – not just the sex. So, no sex in this one, just immense sadness.

We are coming towards the end of what I had previously written, probably just two or three chapters, and there is a lot of plot development before I have to pick up the story between the 'end' of this part and 'Anna'.

Mike's Tale:



Back to Bologna:

Non erotic

An early start on Sunday with breakfast on the road enabled us to get to Nardo's by early afternoon. He was there to meet us as usual although he did look slightly worried as he hugged me in his normal greeting. Looking at Amy I could guess the reason why. She was blossoming and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Sally looked happy as well, smiling softly as we said hello. Lena rushed to Nardo to hug him as well and then turned to Amy. She must have immediately noticed and turned to me with a sly wink.

"How are you Amy, you look very well indeed?"

This caused Amy to blush and Nardo to look somewhat embarrassed. He seemed unable to meet my eyes. I assumed he must have thought that I would be unhappy about his liaison with Amy.

Amy managed to get hold of herself and smiled saying, "Yes thank you Lena, I'm very well. How are you?" and they drifted off into the house no doubt for Lena to give Amy a grilling about her sex life!

I went over to Sally while Nardo greeted Gianna, "And how are you?", I asked looking into her eyes. I wanted to know she was all right with this.

She smiled, "I'm fine, I'm OK with everything," she said responding to my real question. "I need to talk to you," she added quietly, "I'm having a discussion with Nardo about the boathouse. I want to make some changes and he's not sure. Will you come down there after lunch and let me show you what I want to do?" This was strange, there seemed to be more here but nothing I could pick out.

"Oh course," I said.

"Come on everyone," said Sally turning away, "I've got a late lunch ready." So off we went to eat. I wanted to talk to Nardo as soon as possible about Gianna and me so after lunch in buttonholed him.

"Nardo, I need to talk to you. Can we go into the library?"

He looked somewhat shamefaced; I assumed he was worried that I was going to berate him about Amy. Not bad, I thought, he's on the back foot so I have a slight advantage. You see, I wasn't exactly sure how he would respond to us being together again. Although he'd been away from home for a good while he was fond of his father and aware of the Italian way so he might not take it too well but he had to be told. Gianna's behaviour was so different now, I had to explain it.

"Errm, OK uncle," he huffed and went into the library. I followed and, as we sat down, he said very formally, "Uncle, if it's about Amy, I want you to know that I think love her!"

I smiled at his discomfiture, "Good," I said, "I'm pleased about that!"

He looked shocked, "Pleased?" he said.

"Yes, pleased. Why shouldn't I be?"

"I thought you wanted to talk to me about my going with Amy. She was with you after all – I know that. She told me."

I laughed, "Oh Nardo, I have no 'claim' on her. We had a great time, her, Lena and I, and now she's moved on. That's good. I'm pleased that she found you Nardo, I guessed she'd be good for you." Then I looked at him seriously, "What about Sally Nardo, how does she feel about all this?"

Now he visibly relaxed as he realised that I didn't want to talk to him about Amy. He smiled, "She encouraged it uncle. We even had a threesome together but I don't think Sally is really into girls. Uncle Mike," he said confidentially, "Sally can't have sex now, well not until she gets better. I think that's why she encouraged me about Amy. Oh uncle, she is wonderful, wonderful. I still love Sally but, oh dear, I feel so strongly about Amy."

I put my arms around him, "Good," I said, "good. I'm pleased the three of you are happy but what is it with Sally?"

He looked serious as we moved apart, "I don't know uncle. She tells me it's to do with when Gloria was born, some complications down there. She might have to have a hysterectomy. She says that that should put everything right. I was worried about her but she said it's nothing really, quite common. She tells me she likes to see me with Amy. Uncle, Sally watches us, you know, together. It was funny at first but now, well it's exciting. She says she enjoys watching us enjoy ourselves. Uncle I'm so glad you brought her to me."

"Has she told you everything about our relationship?" I asked. I wanted to find out if he knew about Guy and the double teaming.

He looked at me frankly, "Yes," he said, "everything. Even about Guy and you together. She cried but now I know everything but it doesn't matter you see, because I love her so much. That was before wasn't it?" He suddenly looked suspicious, "You don't want her again do you," he said with a 'little boy lost' expression on his face.

I smiled at him, "No, Nardo, of course not. As I said, we had a great time, so did she, but now we've all moved on. It's great news Nardo and I'm pleased for all of you but that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh," he said sheepishly, "sorry. What was it about?"

"Your mother," I said.

"Oh," he said again looking directly at me.

"Nardo this isn't easy. I don't know how much you know or suspect but, suffice to say, your mother and I are lovers. We were twenty years ago but we decided to move apart. Now, thanks to that lovely wife of mine, we're back together again and it shows. Your father suspects and I'm going to talk to him next week but we both felt that you and Maria should be told. She's changed Nardo: she's become the woman she could be and you'll notice the change – if you haven't already." I held my breath waiting for his reply. Look, I didn't need his approval but I didn't want his disapproval. Gianna was his mother after all: he had some right to have feelings about her.

He took a deep breath, "I knew," he said looking at me. "All those years ago, I knew that something was different. You there, tucking us up in bed, reading us stories, there at breakfast. Oh I didn't understand then but, as I grew older and learnt about the 'birds and bees' I realised that something had happened. Father wasn't there, you were, and then he was." Now he looked at me intensely, "I know about Guy too."

I took a deep breath, "What?"

"Oh uncle, I worked it out, he's obviously not my father's son. Anybody with eyes can see that but I grew up with him, he's so different from the rest of us. I thought about it. He had to be your son. Uncle, I don't need to know why or what, it happened that I do know. I know that father hasn't been faithful to mother over the last few years and I know they've drifted apart. If she's happy then so be it; whatever makes her happy is all right with me but," he fixed me with his eyes and said seriously, "I wouldn't want to see father shamed you know."

"I know," I said, "I don't want that either but it really depends on him Nardo. Your mother will stay with him but be wife in name only. We'll be careful. She will want to see her son and his wife, and to see Lena. Then she'll want to see her grandchildren. We will be discreet, you can count on it."

He smiled, "Then I wish you all happiness. On a day like today when I'm so happy I couldn't wish anything else. My only worry was that you would have some claim on Amy."

"No Nardo," I said seriously, "she's all yours but look after her, you understand," then I laughed, "and don't make her pregnant until she finishes college!"

He laughed and any tension present disappeared, "No uncle, I'll try but it is bloody difficult!"

After this we strolled back into the lounge and I nodded at Gianna and smiled. She would know he was OK with us. Lena had disappeared with Amy, I assumed so she could find out what was happening. Sally grabbed me and we went off to the boathouse where she told me her ideas.

That's the end of my bit for a while.

Post script:

I'm adding this about a year after I finished the last bit above. Lena thought it would be right to add it here in the story.

Last week we lost Sally. She passed away with cancer. Unfortunately her body was riddled with the bloody disease and there was no hope. Nardo was distraught and poor Amy mortified. Now it's right for me to write about what happened on that Sunday we returned from the villa.

Sally asking me to check changes to the boathouse was just a ruse to have an opportunity to talk to me alone. She set up the disagreement with Nardo on purpose. She wanted to talk to me about her, Nardo and Amy. She was not well. Problems had arisen after little Gloria was born and these had meant she was almost certainly going to have a hysterectomy soon. That wasn't too much of a problem and she expected to recover OK. The problem was they'd found a small growth on one of her ovaries. They were doing biopsy on the tissue but hadn't got a result yet. 

She said she had a premonition about this. That the news wouldn't be good. She was very upset talking about this to me but she said that I was the only one she could trust to both keep it secret, she wouldn't tell Nardo, and to do what she asked.

I told her it would be all right, trying to say the right things. It's bloody difficult when someone talks to you like this, you just don't know what to say.

Anyway, she'd made three videos each containing a message. One for Nardo, one for Amy, and one for her kids.

"Look Mike," she'd said, "I know it sounds arrogant but if anything happens to me Nardo will go to pieces. You know how emotional he can become. Then there's Amy. She will probably blame herself for coming on the scene. I want them to be together Mike. It's not often that a wife and mother has the opportunity to choose her replacement. They're infatuated with each other at the moment." She'd smiled softly, "I don't mind, I like to watch them together, but I think that it will turn into a true love. She can have his children and be his wife if anything does happen to me.

"I made these videos to send a message to them. To tell them I love them both and to go on with their lives. I'll be happy if they just remember me Mike. You do understand don't you?"

Well, of course I did and by now I was nearly in tears myself. I held her tightly as she started to cry softly. "Oh Mike, it's been so difficult doing this but I had to. I love him so much and I want him to be happy afterwards. Will you look after him and make sure he sees these, and Amy too."

"Sally, of course I will but this is worst case isn't it?"

"Yes," she said, "it is but I just feel it Mike. I don't know why. I have this dread hanging over me."

"I understand Sal," I said, "I'll look after these and make sure they see them. What about the one for you kids?"

"Give that to Amy, she'll know the right time to show it to them." She hugged me and kissed my cheek. "This is a lot to ask of you Mike. Please don't tell anyone, not even Lena."

I smiled, "No I'll not tell anyone and most of all not Lena. This would upset her terribly. We'd better make up some plans for when we get back. Come on, all will be well."

Well it wasn't!

She had the hysterectomy and recovered OK. They had six months when she was as healthy as ever. They visited with us and all shared a bedroom, something they did most of the time. Sadly however, all was not well. The original biopsy showed cancerous cells but they managed to remove them at the same time as the hysterectomy. All seemed OK but you know what a bastard that disease is. It crept into other cells and slowly undermined her. She suddenly became weak and, by the time they found out everything it was too late. She died with Nardo at her bedside and he just went to pieces, just as she had predicted.

Firstly he got blind drunk, then locked himself in his room and wouldn't come out. Poor Amy was distraught. She had to deal with blaming herself for coming between them, silly I know but that is what people are like at times like this, and she had to deal with how Nardo was acting – she did love him after all.

We found all this out with a desperate telephone call from the children's Nanny who was trying to hold everything together.

I spoke to Guy then Gianna. We decided that Guy, I and Lena would fly out immediately. Guy to deal with the business, me to deal with Nardo, and Lena to deal with Amy. Gianna would come and stay with Jo, Anna and the two babies. Before we left I explained to everyone about the 'boathouse' trip and about the videos.

We caught the next available plane to Bologna and rushed to the house. The Nanny was coping quite well, she'd managed to keep hold of the kids but she was so worried about Nardo and Amy. I sent Guy off to the office to take the helm, gave Amy's video and a portable TV thing to Lena, and went off to find Nardo. I had one of these little portable TV/Video combinations in tow as well so he could watch. 

His door was locked and when I knocked all I heard was, "Go away!"

"Nardo it's Mike, I need to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to anyone, sod off!"

"Nardo, if you don't open this poxy door I'll break it down."

"Oh fuck off, break it down then."

I was getting angry with him now. This wasn't grief, it was self pity and he was wallowing in it. I thought of a way to shake him, "Nardo, I've got a message from Sally."

I heard footsteps coming to the door and, as it opened, his fist shot out and he said, "Don't fuck about, now leave me alone."

Well, I rather anticipated that he would behave like this so I was ready. I grabbed his fist and pushed him backwards. He wasn't ready and fell on the floor. I stuck my foot on his chest. "Now you stupid pillock, listen! Sally has sent you a message, will you sit on the bed quietly while I explain or do I have to knock you down again?"

He grudgingly nodded and I let him up. He sat on the bed and I fetched the TV. "Nardo," I said, "get hold of yourself. She wouldn't have wanted you to behave like this you know."

"How the shit do you know that," he said spitefully.

"Because she told me," I said and I told him about the visit to the boathouse and what she had said. "She's left this for you Nardo. I was to give it to you if anything happened. She swore me to secrecy. Now sit and watch what she says. I'll leave you alone."

He suddenly looked like a little boy, shattered and alone. "No uncle, please. Please stay." He was almost in tears. Better, I thought, he's starting to grieve not feel sorry for himself.

"OK," I said, "but sit and watch this." I started the tape and watched it with him. It was heartbreaking! She told him how much she loved him, how she didn't want him to know about the cancer and how she'd entrusted this message to me and made me promise not to tell anyone. She told him not to blame me. Then she went on to talk about his future. How she'd been able to choose another woman for him in Amy and another mother for her children. She told him to love Amy, to marry her, and to have lots of kids, and to remember her fondly. Well by the end I was finding it hard to control my feelings, Nardo was crying now. Great big sobs that racked his body. I put my arms round him and held him, trying to instil some control on his emotionally wrecked soul.

Slowly he stopped, gaining control of himself. "Thanks uncle," he said. "Strangely enough, I feel better now. Can I watch it on my own now," he smiled sadly, "I think I can handle it."

"Don't forget Nardo," I said, "that she left one for Amy as well. Lena is with her now. She'll need you, you know. You'll need each other to help you over this horrible time."

"I know," he said, "I'll just watch it again then go to her."

I left him alone with the tape and his memories and went to Amy's room. Lena was just coming out. She was in a terrible state, crying and so, so upset. She threw herself into my arms.

"Oh Mike, Mike, hold me. I need you to hold me," she said through her tears.

"Shush darling one. Was it bad?"

"No," she said, "it was lovely. It bucked Amy up. Amy wanted me to watch it with her. Oh Mike Sally was so, so tender I suppose. She told Amy about the boathouse and how she'd made you swear and all that. Told Amy not to blame you. Then she said that it wasn't often that a wife and mother had the opportunity to choose her replacement. Oh Mike, I cried. So did Amy.

"She told Amy to look after Nardo, marry him and have his children, and to look after hers. She mentioned the video she'd done for the children and asked Amy to show it to them when she felt they were ready. She'd worked it all out Mike. She knew didn't she?"

"I don't know darling," I said, "I'm not sure she knew. At the time she said she had a premonition but she didn't know anything because the biopsy hadn't come back."

"It's so sad. She loved him so much you know. Amy told me back then when I asked her how they got on. Will they be all right do you think?"

I smiled, "Yes, they will be. If it hadn't been for those tapes I don't think they'd have made it but now they've seen them they don't have much choice do they. Sally has ensured that they stay together for her sake as much as theirs. They love each other don't they so it's right. Yes, they'll be OK."

Now Nardo came out of his room. He was in control now, looking calm and determined.

"I'm going to talk to Amy," he said, "is she OK Lena?"

Lena smiled at him sadly, "Yes, she was crying but the tape, oh Nardo I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," he said. "It means a lot you two coming here and doing this. I'm OK now uncle, got hold of myself. I'm going to marry Amy. Oh not yet but soon. It's what Sally wanted and I want it as well," he looked at Lena, "I only hope Amy wants it as well."

"I think she does," Lena said, "oh, go in and ask her. It's wonderful something good and new coming out of such a bad thing."

"Yes it is, thanks to Sally!" and, with that, he went into Amy's room.

We both went downstairs to tell the children's Nanny that they were both OK now and she could relax. They must have talked for ages because Guy returned saying that things were running OK. Sally, bless her, had arranged everything. Her assistant took over all her work before she became ill so nothing changed there and Nardo's chief of staff had kept everything on course.

I told Guy about Nardo and how he'd been and we all helped get dinner while we waited for them to come down. When they did it was obvious that things had been settled. Nardo was calm and collected, talking about arranging the funeral and how he would tell the children. Amy said she would help there as they both trusted her. They were to be married after a few months. It was lovely really, they were sad but happy at the same time. I thought it was rather nice. She was a canny woman was Sally and she'd managed to engineer all this.

Post Postscript

Just a short addendum to say that Nardo and Amy were married last week, four months after Sally's funeral. Amy thinks she is pregnant and I wouldn't be surprised, she looks wonderful.

OK – this was difficult to write but, again, my characters just seem to take on a life (or bloody otherwise) of their own. As always, please vote and comment – they really are valued but seem to be so sparse.

To be continued:



Caroline Ch. 14.03



Hi, 

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

Back to Lena now as she reprises feelings about Gianna and her and Mike get it together again.

Lena's Tale:

At Nardo's House

I suppose I should start by saying how I felt about the time at the villa after Mike and Gianna got together again. I was really happy that it finally worked out as I had planned.

I wasn't jealous. That may be difficult to believe but I wasn't. You see, I loved him so much that I was happy to share him, even with another woman who loved him as much as I did. And I did feel so sorry for her, for giving him up and having to live with that. What happened after they got together again was funny though. I had all sorts of strange feelings. I suppose that, what with being pregnant as well, I was bound to get emotional but it was what I got emotional about really.

It felt so strange. As Mike has written, it was as if they were my parents. Silly I know because he was my husband and I was carrying his baby but that is what it felt like. I've written about it before: I did have feelings for him that, I assumed, were daughter/father simply because he was so much older -- all his daughters are older than me. Sometimes, but not very often, he would treat me like a daughter. Oh, I didn't mind, I quite liked it because I'd never known a father. I'm sure that must have been some of his appeal. So, feeling like this about him wasn't a surprise, it was how I felt about Gianna.

When we first arrived at the villa and up until Mike arrived, we were two women getting to know each other. Not fencing around or anything like that, we liked each other at first really, just finding out likes and dislikes. Then I took her out shopping: something, apparently, she hadn't done very often. That was fun. Introducing her to new clothes, she had very little clothes sense then but I soon put that right, underwear, shoes, and accessories. As we did this she grew in confidence, sort of blossomed if you like, and I began to feel something close to attraction. I think she felt the same but couldn't put a name to it. I guessed that she'd seen two women together in the DVD's etc. so she knew what it was all about but it was obvious that she didn't feel that strongly about me just then and I didn't really intend to seduce her or anything. In fact, the thought never crossed my mind.

Then Mike arrived and they got together again. Strangely I began to feel differently about Gianna. Any attraction sort of, well it didn't disappear but it was banished to the background if you get my meaning, because I was looking at her like a mother, my mother. You know from my writing that I didn't get on with my mother. We never went out on shopping trips together before I left and, of course, afterwards there was no chance. Oh, she bought me clothes obviously although she didn't really think about style or anything. I'll give that to her, I wasn't neglected in that sense, only emotionally. 

This meant that, when Mike and Gianna got together it was as if we were a family, you know, mum, dad and me. I liked it, I enjoyed it because I'd never had that, never felt like that. When we went out shopping to Locarno it really hit home. Going in the shops with Gianna, trying things on, laughing, joking; it was wonderful. Then there was Mike watching us just like I supposed he'd watched his daughters with his ex-wife. I felt warm, loved, wanted, part of a family. That was good but it was confusing because I also loved him as a man, wanted him desperately by now -- it had been nearly a month after all and I did love him. So I was confused. It wasn't a problem really because all the emotions were nice ones but they got in each others' way and were difficult to sort out.

Then that Friday and him asking me to stay. Well I had wanted to you see, to see what they were like together -- well I loved him and, by now, I was almost in love (what sort I wasn't sure!) with Gianna. Was he like he was with me? Did he do different things -- I was hot after all! But I didn't want to intrude. They had something precious and I thought they might want to keep it separate, for themselves. I wasn't sure if I didn't want to do that -- I didn't know then. As it happened I didn't but that doesn't matter now.

So when he suggested that I stay and do as I did with Jo I was happy to sit on his face! I always liked doing that after all! It was what happened during and after my and Gianna's orgasms. I couldn't help it you see. Gianna was there with him inside her and he had his tongue in my pussy and his finger was massaging my anus (he didn't put it inside -- I had to speak to him about that later!). As my orgasm approached I reached forward for Gianna. I suppose my desire for her must have surfaced just at that moment. Strangely, she reached for me as well and we ended up kissing through our orgasms. It was bloody marvellous! I closed my eyes and let my hands wander over her body, her magnificent boobs; surprisingly firm for someone who had so many children. Then I felt her hands on mine and I just rolled sideways off him and cuddled up to Gianna who did the same thing.

I'm sorry to say that I forgot Mike in that moment of enjoyment. She felt so good in my arms and her body, soft and warm, was wonderful pressing against me. She felt the same, she told me afterwards. Well, to cut a long story short, we made love to each other. We spent ages exploring each others bodies and I introduced Gianna into the pleasures that one woman can give another. So we spent the next hour giving pleasure to each other -- it was fantastic. So different from being with Jo. It was all the feelings mixed up.

When we finally finished and realised what had happened Gianna was embarrassed. She kept on apologising.

"Don't be silly," I said, "you don't have to apologise. I like you Gianna, I like you like that, sexually and have feelings for you as if you were my mother. It's funny really but that was good. I enjoyed what we did, did you?"

She smiled in embarrassment, "Yes," she said, "I did. I've seen two women in the films but I never thought that I would do that. Now I have I want to do it again." She suddenly looked serious, "Oh, that doesn't mean I've gone off Mike does it?"

I laughed, "How do you feel about him? Do you want him inside you again, do you want him in your bottom, your mouth. Well?"

"Mmm," she said smiling, "yes I do."

"Well then, you haven't gone off men have you. It's like it is with Jo and me. We enjoy sex with each other but we love our men." I gave her another cuddle, which almost led to another round. I don't know why but I was so hot for her and she seemed to be for me.

"Come on," I said, "we'd better get downstairs. Poor Mike."

She looked shocked, she'd suddenly remembered him. "Oh dear, what will he think. Oh Lena, Lena, he'll be upset, I know he will. Oh dear. We must go to him. He'll hate me won't he?"

"Calm down Gianna, he won't hate you, he loves you doesn't he. It's what he wanted I bet. He loves us both so what better that we should feel strongly about each other. If that leads to sex he won't mind. Anyway," I added with a sly glance at her, "I'm sure he can't wait to have us both together."

She looked a bit shocked at this but then smiled, "Is that good? You've done that with Jo haven't you, I know?"

I smiled, "Yes we have and it is good, very good. Oh shit Gianna, I want him so much. I get all hot and bothered thinking about him inside me. Quick, let's get showered and dress and go and find him." So we did and he wrote about the rest of the time so I won't here. I can honestly say that those days at the villa with Mike and Gianna were some of the happiest days of my life. They'd only have been better if he could have made love to me properly -- mind, we did go back, just the three of us, late the next year.

So, back to Nardo's and the clinic. I must admit to being slightly apprehensive as we left the villa. I don't know why because I don't think I've ever felt better. I was eating like a horse and was happy, so happy it showed! I couldn't help worrying, however, that things might not be right so there was this tiny worry at the back of my mind. Still, I was looking forward to seeing Amy again, oh not for anything, but to find out whether things had progressed between her and Nardo (and Sally). 

I sat in the back of the Jaguar with Gianna on the way back. We chatted about lots of things and that was when I worked out how to deal with Silvio. Mike was concentrating on driving so I don't think he heard us talking. As I've written before, that's the good thing about the car, you can talk in the back without affecting the driver.

"Gianna," I said as we were talking, "I've been thinking about the meeting with Silvio." She immediately looked sad, it wasn't something she was looking forward to -- it could so easily wreck the rest of her life.

"Oh Lena, I don't like to think about it but I suppose I must. I really don't know what he will say, or do come to that. He might get angry. Lena I worry about Mike."

I smiled, "Umm, yes, I do as well but he can take care of himself can't he. Anyway, I think it would be a good idea if I convinced Silvio that you two getting back together was my idea and that I arranged it all. If I put on my 'little girl' clothes and, you know, lay it on a bit, he's much more likely to accept you and Mike. What do you think?"

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, "Caroline, you are a remarkable woman you know, to come up with that idea." She thought for a moment, "He certainly likes you, probably fancies you as well, and dressing up a bit younger will appeal to him. You'd have to convince him that it was you however, I don't think he'll believe that you would let Mike behave like that."

"Oh," I said, "I can do that," I smiled, "I can be very persuasive if I put my mind to it." Then I said seriously, "It's Mike I'm worried about, he might not want me to behave like that. He can be very funny sometimes, sweet but funny. Will he go for it?"

She looked lovingly at the back of his head, "Yes," she said softly, "I know he loves me and wants me so settling with Silvio is important to him. Oh Lena, I so much wanted to stay there, here in Italy at the villa. Just leave it all behind and stay here with you and him. I'm so frightened Lena, frightened that it will all go wrong and I'll lose him again."

Now she started to cry softly so I cuddled her. "It won't Gianna honestly. I won't let it happen so with two of us not letting it happen it can't can it. Shush now before he notices. We'll talk to him about it on the way home. Don't worry, he'll agree," I ended smiling, "he loves me as well you know."

She smiled back and then kissed me. A full, sensual and sexy kiss that sort of cemented us together in our love for him. "I think I love you as well," she said smiling, "you are so lovable."

That meant I had to kiss her back. This kiss was funny. It was all my feelings mixed up together, some sexual, some familial. It was nice!

For the rest of the journey we just chatted. I desperately wanted to make plans for us both with Mike but I felt that Gianna wasn't ready for that because of her worries about how Silvio would react. So we talked about all sorts of things and the journey passed fairly quickly.

Nardo was outside to meet us at his villa with Amy standing alongside. Looking at her it was pretty obvious that she had progressed to his bed. She looked at him in 'that' way. I laughed inwardly; she was obviously besotted with him -- was that how I was with Mike? Sally was there as well and I watched her closely. She was looking at both of them with a great deal of affection, as if she enjoyed the two of them being together. I was pleased but surprised all the same. Still, I thought to myself, at least we didn't introduce a succubus into their marriage. Mike went over to Nardo and hugged him in the Italian way and I followed, hugging both him and Amy. I did feel a certain tension in Nardo, as if he was worried about something -- he was actually but I didn't find out until after lunch.

I was feeling very happy that Amy had found her man and I turned to wink at Mike before I said to her in my most suggestive manner, "How are you Amy, you look very well indeed?" I meant well fucked really but I couldn't say that could I?

Well, Amy blushed from head to toe and Nardo looked embarrassed. He seemed unable to look Mike directly in the eye -- I wondered why. I should have realised I suppose but I didn't think.

Amy finally managed to find her tongue, "Yes thank you Lena, I'm very well. How are you?" she said smiling. Well I wanted to find out what had happened so I hustled her off into the house to give her the third degree. As we left I saw Mike go over and speak to Sally. He told me later that he had, sort of, asked her if she was OK with Nardo and Amy. She'd intimated that she was so that was good news.

I got Amy into the kitchen and started to 'interrogate' her playfully. "Well," I said, "tell me all? You've bedded him haven't you?"

She blushed again, "Is it that obvious?" she said.

"Well, I suppose not. Only if you're looking for it like me. Come on, I want to know everything. How did it happen, is he any good, what about Sally? Oh Amy, I'm so pleased for you but I'm dying to know all about it."

"I'll tell you later," she said nodding towards the door as everyone followed us in. With that she was buttonholed by Sally and they busied themselves sorting out lunch. They looked happy together, good. As if they were used to each other. I could see that quite a lot had happened in the last two weeks.

So we had a nice lunch, chatting and discussing things. Gianna was a bit subdued, I think she was worried about how Nardo would react to her and Mike being together again. Strangely, Nardo seemed a bit on edge as well. After lunch Mike grabbed Nardo and they went off into the library. I turned and whispered to Gianna, "I'm going to grab Amy and find out what happened, you talk to Sally." She raised her eyebrows quizzically, I don't think she was used to my Machiavellian ways but she did, helping Sally with the clearing up.

"Come on Amy, let's go and have a chat," I said to her holding her arm and giving her little choice. We went into the small study. A quiet room with two lovely easy chairs.

"Right," I said smiling at her, "I want to hear it all. Don't leave anything out!"

"Oh Lena," she said breathlessly, "he's marvellous. I think I love him no, I do love him. He makes me feel so, so, so, oh I don't know Lena. I can't put it into words."

I smiled at her, "I think I know how you feel," I said, "I feel like that about Mike but, come on, that won't do. I want chapter and verse. How did it start?"

"Well," she said, "it was after you and Gianna left. He seemed to grow in confidence. I suppose his mother being here made him feel a bit inhibited. He didn't go to work that Tuesday, he said he wanted to talk to me. Oh Lena, I thought he was going to tell me to go away. He must have known what had happened at the villa," she smiled at the memory, "well, not everything, but he must have realised that I'd been with Mike again.

"He brought me in here and we sat down. He said that he couldn't get me out of his mind and out of his heart. Oh Lena, he was so lovely, like a little boy. Are men always like that when they do that sort of thing?" I don't know why she asked me, I suppose it was another example of her seeing me as much older.

"I don't know," I said laughing, "but they are often like little boys, not to often mind, otherwise they wouldn't be much use would they?"

She laughed back, "No, I suppose they wouldn't. Anyway, he held my hand and said that he wanted me to stay and to work for him but that he wanted much more. He wanted me to share his bed. Well, you know I thought about him and I wanted that too but I was worried Lena, about Sally, so I asked him about her, did he still love her, how would she feel. You know, all those sort of things. He said that he couldn't hide anything from her, or me for that matter and yes, he did still love her. I told him I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise his marriage or his love for her. He said he understood that's why he'd spoken to her about his feelings for me. 

"Oh Lena, I was surprised. How could he do that. Then I realised that they must be very much in love just like you and Mike if they could talk like this. He told me that they couldn't make love any more because of her problems. It started after little Gloria was born. She has to have a hysterectomy and she finds lovemaking difficult. Oh she does all the other things but not in her bottom so he's, well he's been without for quite a while. I said I felt strongly about him, I didn't know whether it was love. I'd laughed Lena. I said I hadn't been in love before so I didn't know how it felt but I did feel funny around him and when I thought about him.

"Anyway, to cut a long story short, I said that I liked him a lot and I wanted him, you know, like that. Then I had to tell him about the villa, Mike and Guy."

"You told him everything?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "Lena, I had to. I didn't want to start our relationship hiding anything. I told him about Mike, about Guy and about the double teaming." She laughed, "He got quite excited then I think. Then he said it didn't matter. That was before he'd, sort of, declared himself so he didn't see that as an issue. Oh Lena, he was so, so thoughtful, considerate. He wasn't judgemental about the villa." She looked at me questioningly. "He asked me whether I wanted to go with Mike or Guy again or whether Mike expected me to, you know, sleep with him."

"What did you say?"

She looked uncomfortable, "Oh Lena I wasn't sure." She fixed me with her lovely almond eyes, "I like Mike and I owe him, and you, such a lot. I think I would like to go with him again, not Guy, just Mike but, oh Lena I don't know how to say this. I think I love Nardo and, well I don't want to upset him and he might be if I went with Mike. I said I didn't think that Mike expected anything of me. Lena," she asked questioningly and with a degree of apprehension, "was that right?"

"Oh Amy, you silly," I said as I moved across and hugged her, "of course it's right. Mike doesn't expect anything. He likes you, he's fond of you and, if you wanted, he would bed you again but he doesn't expect anything. You're a free agent Amy. You owe him nothing other than to be happy. It's all he generally wants you see, for the people around him to be happy and if you're happy with Nardo he'll be happy too."

"Lena, he won't mind will he? You know, me and Nardo?"

I laughed, "No he won't mind. Well, as long as Sally is OK about it. Is she?"

"Well, after we'd had that little discussion I said I wanted to talk to Sally. I told him I wanted to be sure she was OK about us being together. He said he wanted me to, to be sure of him so I went to talk to Sally. Lena, she was lovely and sad as well. She told me she loved him and he loved her, still as much as ever, but she couldn't satisfy him any more because of her problems. And she couldn't have any more children. Lena, I realised then that they had really thought this through. They really wanted a 'household of three'. I can't remember the French."

"Ménage a trois," I interjected.

"Yes," she said laughing, "one of those. Once I knew she was all right about it, it was like a burden lifted. I knew than that I wanted him, wanted him badly, so I made it clear that I felt that way."

I smiled, happy that Amy had found her man, "OK," I said, "so, what about bed time?"




Caroline Ch. 14.03



She blushed beautifully and smiled, "Oh, that was good as well," she said. "He's not as practised as Mike but he can hold his end up. My bedroom is next to theirs now. Sometimes he sleeps with me, sometimes with Sally. We all slept together one night but I don't think Sally is really into other women," she smiled, "not like you anyway," she added looking at me coyly.

"Stop it Amy," I said laughing, "don't go all coy with me. Now tell me, does he satisfy you? Are you happy?"

"Yes he does and yes I am. Lena he doesn't do the things Mike does. He hasn't had my bottom yet. It doesn't seem as if he has thought of that. Either that or he thinks I might not like it."

I smiled, "But you do don't you?"

She smiled back, "Oh hell Lena, yes I do and I miss it. Do you think he'll be shocked if I ask him, you know, to take me that way?"

I smiled, "Amy, he's a man. If you offer him your bottom he'll take it and, I suspect, enjoy it so much he'll want it again. Look, he knows you're experienced. He knows you've been with Mike doesn't he and I'll be surprised if he doesn't know what Mike's favourite form of sex is. Amy, just offer it to him, say you want it and you like it. If he loves you he'll do whatever you want. I am happy that you've found you're man -- do you think you have?"

"Oh yes Lena," she smiled, quietly confident, "now we've had this chat, I'm sure. I was only a little bit worried about how Mike would feel. You know Nardo is terrified that Mike will be angry that he's stolen me away."

"That's why he's looking so apprehensive," I said pensively. "Oh dear, and Mike has taken him into the library to have a chat." I laughed, "Poor Nardo, he'd probably quite taken aback."

"What does Mike want to talk about? He seemed very serious."

Should I tell her, well yes. She was as close to being family as she could be without marrying Nardo.

"Well Amy, it's a long story and I won't tell you all of it, perhaps Nardo will at some time, but for a while, a long time ago, Mike and Gianna were lovers. Nardo's father went away for a long time and they grew together. When he came back they parted. That was 20 years ago. They've both been in love with each other all that time but hidden it." I looked at her closely, "You know me Amy, I can't stand people being unhappy so I did something about it. I pushed them and they are together again. That's what Mike wants to tell Nardo. The change in Gianna is amazing Amy, you'll notice, if you haven't already."

Amy looked puzzled, "Lena, how can you do that, you love him don't you, how can you share that?"

I smiled, "I shared him with you didn't I? Amy, I love him so much and he loves me, I know that. Him loving Gianna as well doesn't alter his love for me at all. Imagine Amy, that you loved a man for 20 years but couldn't show it. I felt so sorry for her and him, keeping it buried all that time -- I had to do something. Now we've got to sort it out."

"Lena, I don't know how to say thank you for everything, Nardo, being here, it's all down to you."

I laughed, "I'm just pleased you're happy Amy. Be happy with Nardo and Sally, that's all the thanks I need." With that we returned to the kitchen where Nardo was chatting with his mother. Everything seemed OK between them so I assumed that Mike had spoken. When we came in Nardo rushed over and hugged Amy then he hugged me.

"Lena, Lena, thank you for her," he said looking at Amy. He smiled sheepishly, "I thought you and Mike might not be happy with losing her."

I smiled, "No, we just want her to be happy Nardo." Then I looked at him seriously, "Has Mike told you about him and your mother?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," he said smiling, "it's all right Lena, I think I understand. It won't change my feelings. God I'm so happy now," and he kissed Amy whilst Gianna and I stood by smiling. We all stood mingling and chatting for a while then Mike and Sally came back. Mike seemed a bit down but he soon perked up as I kissed him.

"What's up?" I said.

He smiled, "Nothing sweetheart, just a bit tired." I'm writing this quite a while after so, of course, now I know why he was down, but at the time I accepted his explanation. It was time for dinner by now so all the women repaired to the kitchen leaving Mike and Nardo to play snooker -- he had a snooker room as well!

Dinner was a long, lazy meal with lots of chat. Gianna and Sally did most of it with me helping. As Amy said, she wasn't much use in the kitchen but she was determined to learn. I was pleased to see that she and Gianna got on well. She was, after all, almost a daughter for Gianna wasn't she? 

After dinner we all sat in the lounge listening to music and chatting. Mike got up quite early and suggested bed. I was tired as well and I was beginning to feel just a tiny bit apprehensive about the morning. I felt fine, in fact I don't think I'd ever felt better but I couldn't get that little worry out of my head. 

Mike must have noticed because, as we lay in bed, he turned and said, "What is it Lena, you seem a bit worried?"

"Oh Mike, I can't help worrying about tomorrow. I feel great, never better in fact but, you know, I worry. I want to get back home, to our home and I want to see Jo," I said tearfully. "I've loved being here and at the villa but it's been such a long time. Oh, I hope everything is OK and we can go back home."

He held me close and kissed me. I felt safe in his arms. Of course everything would be all right -- he was there.

"Shush," he whispered, "I know. You miss Jo. I want to get home too." He smiled, "I want to carry you across OUR threshold and I want to make love to you in our bedroom."

I snuggled up to him, feeling better now "If everything is OK tomorrow, I hope we won't have to wait until we get home to make love," I said coyly.

He held me even tighter, "Oh no," he said as he kissed me, "I don't think I can wait that long anyway."

"I know I can't," I said smiling and returning his kiss.

Despite a good nights sleep, I still had that feeling of apprehension in the morning but there wasn't anything I could do about it so I tried to put it behind me. Mike was worried as well I think. He had two things to worry about didn't he, me and the baby. We got a taxi to the clinic. Our appointment with the doctor was at 11:30 but I had to be there at 10:30 for all the tests, etc. Everything seemed to go well, there we no downcast faces or tut-tutting so I was feeling better as we went in to the doctor.

She was a lovely woman, about Gianna's age I suppose, who spoke perfect English. She gave us a big smile, "Sit down Caroline, Mike." She always called us by our first names.

"Well," she asked me with a smile, "how do you feel?"

"I've never felt better," I said, "oh doctor, is everything all right?"

"Of course it is," she said smiling, "you're fine. In fact I don't think I've every seen anyone quite as healthy as you Caroline. I think that you were born to have babies."

I looked at Mike who's face lit up. "We don't have to come back any more?"

She laughed, "We haven't been that bad have we?"

"Oh no, no, oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that we've been away for so long."

"I know," she said. "No you don't have to come back here. This is a letter to your doctor in England." She turned to Mike, "Is it the lady who arranged everything here?"

"Yes," he said, "She's my best friend's wife so she's doing it privately."

"Good," said the doctor, "she is very good indeed but you shouldn't have any problems Caroline."

Now I had to ask about sex. I know it's OK when you're pregnant but I wanted to find out about anal sex. I was sure it was OK but I had to convince Mike. There was no way I was going to go another 8 months without him in my bottom. I missed it too much.

I looked at Mike and took a deep breath. "Doctor," I said, "what about sex?"

She gave me a quizzical and slightly playful look then she glanced at Mike who had gone as red as a beetroot. "Sex is OK," she said, "you just have to treat it as a normal pregnancy now." She looked at Mike, "Gentle and tender."

I flashed him another look, "All kinds of sex?" I asked, emphasizing the 'all'. Now she fixed me with her eyes -- she knew exactly what I was asking I think!

"Yes," she said with a knowing smile, "the same rules. Don't crush the baby, just enjoy!"

I laughed, "Thank you doctor, thank you so much," and I got up and pecked her cheek.

"Good luck Caroline," she said, "everything will be fine."

Mike arranged for the taxi but he was very quite in the back. When we got to the villa we found it empty. Nardo and Sally were at the office and Amy at college. Gianna had said she was going out with the children and the nanny to do some last minute shopping before going home tomorrow. As we sat in the kitchen eating a light lunch he looked at me with those serious eyes of his.

"What was all that about Lena?"

"What?" I responded, wide-eyed and innocent. That softened his eyes immediately -- I could do that to him!

"You know, you minx. Questions about sex. You know full well we can have sex while you're pregnant you didn't need to be told."

I smiled and pouted at him, "I wanted to make certain."

"Lena, Lena, come on, why the questions?"

"Oh, all right," I said ungraciously, "I wanted to know if it was OK to have anal sex, so there. I refuse to go another 8 months without it," and I pouted at him outrageously. "You said you wouldn't want to do that while I was pregnant so I wanted to show you that it was OK." I moved to sit on his lap. "You do like my bottom don't you?"

He laughed, "Oh Lena, Lena, you wonderful woman. Of course I like your bottom, I love it. I love every bit of you, you know that." Then he became serious. "You know what I'm like Lena. I know I shouldn't be but I've always been in awe of pregnancy -- worried if you like. That's why I haven't wanted to do anything out of the ordinary. Hell Lena, I love you. I want you, I want you so much it hurts," he smiled, "despite the fact that I have Gianna." He had a thought, "Perhaps it is because I have Gianna, I don't know, but I want you. I want you every way possible, you know that but I worry."

Oh dear, you see he was so kind and considerate that he wouldn't have my bottom because he was worried about me. That's the sort of man he was.

"Mike, Mike, you heard what the doctor said. I'm fit and healthy. I've never felt fitter and I've never wanted sex as much as I do now. I want you in my bottom, deep and hard, filling me with your cum. You won't hurt me. We'll make sure that we use the right positions," I smiled, "so not your favourite for a while, and we won't hurt the baby. Please," I pouted.

He smiled and stroked my cheek, "How can I refuse you? You are an angel," and he kissed me.

I pulled away then held him tightly. "Let's go upstairs and bonk," I said, "I need you inside me -- front door. You can fill my arse tonight." I thought that might get him going!

"Christ yes," he said passionately and followed me as I turned to go upstairs. All the way I could feel his eyes on me, devouring me. It made me so hot that by the time we got to the bedroom I was very, very wet. As we entered the bedroom and he closed the door I made to turn round to face him but he held me so that I faced away. I could feel his penis digging into my bottom cheeks so I wiggled and it settled in between. He was teasing me. Feeling it there was wonderful and I almost begged him to bugger me there and then but I wasn't prepared and we never had anal sex without preparation because of the health danger.

His arms came round the front and he started to massage my boobs through my blouse and bra. I leant my head back and he kissed my neck and ears -- it was soooo sexy. He began to undo the buttons on my blouse, slowly and gently enjoying the moment. When it was undone he eased it off my shoulders and I could feel his clothes on my skin. All the time he was kissing my neck and shoulders, whispering sweet things in my ear. How beautiful I was, how he loved me, amongst others. His hands caressed my boobs, so, so sensitive now as my pregnancy progressed. Over and over his hands roamed, teasing, squeezing but only gently before he lifted the bra to start on bare skin.

"Oh yes, yes please. Do that," I moaned as his hands and fingers worked their magic on my boobs and nipples. I was pushing back into him, feeling his erection pushing at my bottom cleavage. I was eager for him but enjoying this slow build up which was bringing on an orgasm that was warm and tender.

Then his hands left my boobs and travelled across my tummy, gently, tenderly stroking. He did this for far longer than normal; was I showing yet -- surely not but he seemed to be caressing not only me but the baby as well. I felt wonderful. It was sexy but it was loving as well. As if he was saying thank you for having his baby. He moved downwards now, his hand undoing the catch on my skirt then easing it down. He moved back a bit and it fell to the floor.

Now I could really feel him buried in between the cheeks of my bottom -- heaven. Only bettered by him being buried deep in my bottom hole! But he was concentrating on the front now. His hand found my pussy through my panties which were, incidentally not sexy at all, and started to stroke up and down. I could feel my wetness as I pushed against his hand and fingers. He was still kissing my neck and shoulders and, what with this and one hand on my boobs and the other on my pussy, I started to cum. 

"Oh God yes, yes, yes. Oh I love you. Ooooooohhhhhhh," I said as the orgasm arrived -- soft and gentle. Unfortunately it caused my legs to give way and he had to support me. Now I turned round to face him and deliver a passionate kiss on his lips. He undid my bra so now I only had on panties -- time to get at him!

"That was nice," I said, "but you've got an unfair advantage -- you're still dressed!"

He laughed, "Bloody hell but you're lovely," he said as I moved away and started to undo his shirt. That was quickly removed and I hugged him, enjoying the feeling of his hairs tickling my nipples, still on full alert from earlier. I kissed his neck and shoulder like he did mine, then his nipples. Now I knelt in front of him and undid his trousers. I could see his lovely erection striving to get out so I was careful as I lowered them and tugged them off his feet, remembering to do his socks at the same time. There it was in front of my eyes, this muscle of pleasure, this pillar of joy. Mother nature is a wonderful thing you know, to design by accident such a pleasure giving appendage.

I always liked looking at him like this. The head of his cock pokes over the top of his Y-fronts looking to escape from the prison they form -- it's very sexy. I flicked my tongue out to tickle the head and probe the tiny hole before I removed his pants completely. Both hands quickly gathered his cock and the head, somehow, found it's way into my mouth. Oh, the taste of him. Yes, I had sucked him over the last month but it was somehow different because I knew he wouldn't go any further. Now I knew he was going to fuck me properly so I had to be careful but I longed to taste his pre-cum so I sucked quite hard and was rewarded by a pulse of that lovely nectar.

"Oh fuck Lena, I don't want you ever to stop doing that but you will get a mouthful soon and you won't get that tight pussy of yours filled so please stop."

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and smiled around his cock then, taking it out, I said in my sexiest voice, "Mmm, I do like sucking your cock and I do like the taste of your spunk but, yes, I do want it in my tight pussy. Will you do that please," I ended with a great big pout.

His arms reached down and lifted me level with him then he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Ooooooohhhhhhh, this is bloody sexy. I couldn't wait now.

"Oh please, please, don't wait, just make love to me. I want you inside -- it's been so long."

Gently he put me down on the bed and I lay there looking up at him as he smiled down. He took off my panties and opened my legs, all the time his eyes seemed to devour the sight of me. Now he moved between my legs and, kneeling, placed the head of his erection in my pussy lips then he leant forward and took his weight on both arms. I knew he wouldn't lay on me now because of the baby but at least I could reach up and pull his head down, so I did and kissed him as he pushed into me.

"Oh fuck, yes. What a feeling," I moaned and his cock ploughed that well known furrow between my legs. He used his usual style, half in then out, then in a little further each time until he was completely inside me. I continued to kiss his lips and his face and his eyes bore into mine. My orgasm was building now like a tidal wave approaching the shore. I know it had only been a month since I felt this but it seemed so much better than before. He felt big and he felt wonderful. He was fucking me now (isn't that such a nice word. It's such a pity that it's seen as swearing) slowly but firmly, burying his cock deep inside me on each forward thrust. He must have realised my orgasm was near because he speeded up and managed to time a deep forward thrust the moment it arrived.

"Oh god, aaaagggghhh," I shouted, "oh fuck. Yesssssssssssss. Don't stop, please don't stop." Would he cum, I thought suddenly, I hope not -- I want this again. In fact at that moment I wanted it forever! My tummy felt on fire and my arms and legs were tingling as the power of my release hit me. I felt a frisson of sheer joy wash across my body and disappear out of my fingertips and toes. All the while his eyes were fixed on mine, concentrating on giving me the most enjoyment. He had that lovely smile fixed on his face, the smile he had when he was watching me cum.

Sadly it ended and I came down. I reached up and pulled his head down, kissing him hard on the mouth, "That was lovely," I whispered then, hopefully, "did you cum? I didn't feel you."

"No," he said smiling, "no. You look so lovely when you cum I wanted to see it again."

For some unknown reason this embarrassed me and I must have reddened up because he said, "Ha, ha, now you look even sexier when you blush. God I love you!" and he kissed me again.

Of course, all this time he was still inside me and big as well but now still. "I want you to lay on your side facing away," he said, "I'll take you from behind like that. Let's see if you enjoy it." So he pulled out and I rolled on my side. "Draw your top leg up," he said so I did. He laid next to me and I felt him position his wonderful penis at my pussy. Then he pushed inside, oh heaven, heaven. Slowly he entered me but without stopping until he was completely inside me. Not so deep this way but it felt different and just as good. His hand came round and I now found out that this way could be even better because he started to tenderly rub my clit just above his cock moving slowly back and forth inside me.

"Oh hell, fuck, yes. Oh do that, yes." At the same time he was kissing and biting, gently mind, my neck and shoulders. Over and over he stroked my clit and fucked my pussy, quick then slow, shallow then deep, until I couldn't take any more and another orgasm crashed down on me. I think I screamed then. I was as if an electric shock had been applied to my whole body. A jolt of excitement shot around me and my head spun out of control as I moaned in pleasure. Still he didn't cum! I knew because I couldn't feel him pulsing. How did he do this?

I lay in a sort of stupor. These two orgasms had left me fairly helpless and I lay still as he withdrew his still very hard cock from my pussy. Oh how I longed for it deep in my arse! I rolled onto my back and he took up his usual position looking down on me from one elbow.

"Well princess, was it worth the wait?"




Caroline Ch. 14.03



"Oh god, yes Mike. They were really good."

"Want some more?" he asked smiling and nodding down to his cock resting against my leg.

"Mmm," I said then in my little girl voice, "but will you be able to fuck my arse tonight?"

I felt a twitch as he responded, "I hope I'll always be able to take your delectable bottom," he said, "and tonight I'm going to fill it completely. Now, however, I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed so I can anoint the baby's head with a very large dose of magic lotion."

"That sounds good to me," I said smiling sexily up at him. I turned and knelt then crawled over to the edge of the bed making sure I gave him a very good view of my bottom. Oh I did want him there now but I'd have to wait wouldn't I? When I was in position I looked over at him, poked my tongue out at him and said, "Come on then, you said you'd fuck me!"

He smiled, stood and walked round into position. No delay now, he was very hot indeed and he needed release I was sure. I felt his cock at my pussy lips and then he entered me. Not slowly like before but in one deep thrust that drove the breath from my body.

"Oh shit," I shouted, "oh fucking shit," again as he filled me completely. Now his hands on my hips and he was pulling me on to his cock, pushing deep inside me and holding me there for a moment before pulling out. This was deep, strong fucking and I loved it. It was so different from the tender, gentle intercourse of before and so it was exciting. That's what was so wonderful about his lovemaking, it was always different, changing, exciting. I could tell he was getting close so I, sort of, just released my orgasm. Not so strong as those earlier but still that deep inner feeling of release, of joy spreading across my body. I squeezed the walls of my vagina as tightly as I could and was rewarded by a noise almost like a roar as he began to unload his magic white lotion inside me. I could feel him pulsing and I pushed my bottom back on to him as he did.

"Oh hell, Lena, Lena, Lena," he moaned over and over again making me feel so powerful, so much in love with him. Isn't it always supposed to be like this between lovers? He seemed to go on forever pulsing inside me and, this time, he didn't really soften completely. My orgasm had dissipated before his ended and now I thought it would be nice to taste him so I turned round and made a beeline for his cock.

He looked down, "You don't have to do that Lena, my love," he said.

Of course that made me want to do it even more. I loved tasting him when he'd just cum inside me. Front or back, I didn't care: it was what I could do for him and I loved it. "I want to," I said, "anyway, it's just a taster for tonight. While I suck you, tell me what you're going to do to me tonight." I knew this would make him very hot indeed but, with him just having cum, he wouldn't cum again so I could enjoy myself sucking him and hearing him describe taking me. "Make it good," I said, "I'm going to enjoy myself," and I took his softening cock into my mouth.

He took a deep breath, "Shit Lena, oh dear!" He was very tender after a strong cum so I took pity on him and didn't suck to hard, just laved his cockhead with my tongue as it rested in my mouth.

Now he started to talk softly. "I'm going to undress you," he said telling me that he wanted me to wear something sexy, "slowly then I'm going to use my tongue to bring you on. I'll suck your pussy and your clit, then, as you hold your legs back, I'll stick my tongue as far as I can into that delightful arse of yours." Do you know he was getting hard again -- I should try this more often!

"How do you want it?" he said to me then, laughing, "but you can't say can you? I think I want you to sit on it like before. Nice and tight, nice and deep. Then ride me straight and reverse. Feel my cock deep in your tight little arsehole, stretching you, feeling as if it's going to break you in half. Reaching right into your bowels, your soul." He was getting hard now. Would he cum, no because now he pulled away.

"You'll have to stop sweetheart. It's wonderful but it hurts," he laughed, "it's so, so tender afterwards."

I looked up at him, "But you didn't finish. You didn't tell me how you wanted to cum."

"Standing," he said firmly, "standing and buried deep in that delightful derriere of yours. Is that OK," he asked innocently.

"Bloody hell Mike, of course it's OK. Do you want me to wear something sexy?" I asked with a smile.

He held me tight, "You're sexy with nothing on but yes, you always look fabulous in suspenders." That was good because I had a few new sets to try out!

"Goody, I will then. Come on, let's shower." So we did, dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen: I was bloody hungry after all that!

Gianna was sitting the kitchen when we got downstairs and she smiled up at both of us. "Good news at the clinic then," she said laughing.

I bent and kissed her, "Oh Gianna yes. They said I was born to have babies. Everything is all right, thankfully. I feel wonderful and the doctor said I was very healthy, so was the baby."

She turned to Mike, "It looks as if you've made her very happy this afternoon Mike," she said as she stood and kissed him.

He laughed then said in a feeble voice, "I couldn't help it you know, she forced me to. I didn't want to really."

She laughed and punched him playfully, "I bet," she said, "she looks radiant."

"I'll make some coffee," he said and went off to the counter.

"You mean 'well fucked' don't you," I leant and whispered quietly in her ear.

She laughed, "Yes," she said out loud, "well fucked." I was very pleased to see her so playful. To be honest the only thing that had really worried me was that Gianna would feel jealous when Mike and I started to have sex properly but it was obvious that she was as happy about it as I was. 

I cuddled her and said, "Are you happy?"

"Yes," she said, "very," but then got sad again. 

"Is it going back Gianna?" I asked.

"I'm afraid Lena, afraid of what will happen."

"Don't be," I said, "you're coming to stay with us on Saturday night." I leant forward conspirationally, "we will share him. You see." I was suddenly aware of something. "It's all right Saturday isn't it, you know, errrr, period and things."

She smiled, "Yes. I don't have them now. I went into my change very early," she sighed, "I suppose it's because I started so early. No one knows," she said looking to see where Mike was. Then she whispered, "I was only fourteen when I married Silvio." I must have looked shocked, "Oh, he didn't know, well I don't think he did. It was common where I come from. It was all arranged. He was kind and my mother had explained everything to me so it wasn't too bad but I never loved him you see," she ended sadly. I cuddled her, feeling sorry for that poor fourteen year-old who came to this country knowing nobody.

"But it has it's advantages," she said smiling, "especially now," she added looking over at Mike who returned now with the coffees.

I thought it might be a good time to talk to Mike about my idea of explaining to Silvio so I said as he sat down, "Mike, I've got an idea about how to approach Silvio next week. Will you listen. I've explained it to Gianna and she thinks it might ease things."

"What has that Machiavellian brain of yours cooked up now," he said smiling.

"What does that mean?" I said, "I hope it's not rude."

He laughed, "No, it's not rude. It means 'political scheming'. Machiavelli was an Italian prince who was a very clever ruler. He wrote a treatise on government. It's a compliment really," he ended.

"Well, anyway, I thought that if I told Silvio that it was my idea that got you back together and that you were, sort of tricked, into it, he might feel a bit better. If you two said you couldn't help it he might be easier."

"That might help," Mike said.

"But that's not all," I said. "I'll dress up for him. You know he likes me, treats me like a little girl. And you know he likes young women so I thought I'd dress young, you know, white shoes and socks, blue skirt, white blouse and bra. That sort of thing. If I get Gianna to do my hair young as well, well it might sway him, mightn't it?"

"He's not that naïve Lena," Mike said.

"Oh, I know that. He won't be taken in at all but he will feel that I've taken a bit of trouble to impress him and that will make my story which, after all is nearly true, more acceptable to him."

"That might work," he said. "Well Arna, what do you think, will he fall for it?"

"He will if Lena can convince him that she doesn't mind sharing you with me. That's the stumbling block really. I don't know whether he can accept that you would."

I smiled, "I can be very convincing when I try you know. Anyway, it can't hurt can it?"

"I don't think so," she said, sad again.

"It will be OK Arna," Mike said putting his arm around her, "try not to worry."

She smiled sadly, "I'll try," she said pecking his cheek.

Then we heard a car drawing up and, looking at the clock, realised that it was probably Nardo, Sally, and Amy home from work. Shortly they came into the kitchen and gossiping began. Amy rushed off to type up her days notes. Nardo had given her a small room to use as a study and put a new computer and everything in there for her. She was doing well evidently and had nearly caught up her missing time. It was helped by the fact that her professor had visited the villa to see whether it was appropriate for Amy to do her thesis on the building and it's contents. He was feted by Nardo and, made even happier by a 100,000 euro donation to the art department, was happy to let her use the villa.

The cook came into the kitchen now so we all went to the lounge where we all played with the kids and chatted until dinner. Dinner was always quite late at Nardo's. It usually is in Italy anyway but they liked to relax with the children before dinner and, as they had the break in the afternoon, didn't go to bed that early.

Dinner was lovely, as always, but I didn't eat much -- I was going to be screwed later wasn't I? Mike didn't either. I noticed that Amy picked at her food as well, I wondered whether she was going to take Nardo in the back door tonight. We finished in the lounge with coffee and mints. That's what was so good about staying at Nardo's, it was like a posh hotel.

I finished my coffee quickly, it was getting late and I was aware that I wanted Mike badly but we had to get going early in the morning, so I nodded at Mike and got up.

"We've got an early start in the morning so we're having and early night," I said smiling at everyone.

Gianna looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I was pretty certain she knew that I was going to be bonked in a little while. She smiled, "'Night Lena, I'll see you both in the morning."

"Not too early," said Mike, "we'll get away about 9:00 after everyone's gone to work."

Gianna smiled, "Sleep well," she said looking at him with that funny expression on her face. Looking round at everyone, he made his decision, reached for her, held her tight and kissed her full on the mouth. Then he must have whispered something in her ear because she blushed and smiled shyly at him. It was funny, she looked like a young girl again. I'm sure that everyone must have noticed, well they knew didn't they.

"Come on Mike, put her down," I said smiling as I left the room. He followed straight away and we went upstairs.

"What did you whisper to her?" I asked smiling.

He smiled back, "I told her we were coming up here to bonk and I would do both of you on Saturday."

"Mmm, that sounds good," I said, "now you shower then I'll get ready. I want you in my bottom you know that don't you?"

"No," he said, "we'll shower together then I can look at you. I'll leave and you can get ready," he said kissing me. Well, that sounded like a good idea but I had picked out something very special to wear for him, well for me as well, and I had to get dressed in it. It was the most marvellous blue suspender set. So, so sexy with self supporting stockings. I wore high heeled bedroom slippers with it. They really made my bum stick out!

"I like that," I said, "but you must give me time to get dressed for you. I've got something new and I think you'll like it."

"I can't wait," he said lasciviously licking his lips and leading me into the shower. The en-suite shower for this bedroom is gorgeous, bright red tiles and loads of room. We undressed and stood under the water then he washed me and I washed him.  

"Hey," I said, "watch," and I posed for him, showing myself off. I could see that he enjoyed watching because his cock was almost growing before my eyes.

"You are absolutely gorgeous and completely outrageous," he said smiling at me, "God you're lovely."

I poked my tongue out at him, "I'm not," I said laughing, "my boobs are too small and my bottom's to big." He laughed out loud at my usual comment because he knew that I knew that they weren't, well not for him anyway.

He dried himself off while I was still soaping myself and, when he'd finished I said, "Off you go, hand me my bag. It's just outside the door." That had my enema kit and my new underwear: I'd put the bedroom slippers just inside the bathroom door earlier. Thankfully he hadn't noticed them. "I won't be long," I said smiling. He smiled back and left.

I got myself ready in a leisurely manner. I knew he wouldn't mind waiting so I gave myself the enemas imagining that he was taking me there and I had a small orgasm. I was really getting excited now at the thought of his manhood deep in my most private place. Then I got dressed. Putting things like this on make me feel very sexy. I actually wore the knickers over the suspenders -- well he was going to want to get at me wasn't he! I know the effect it will have on my man: it excites and stimulates.

When I was ready I walked into the bedroom and stood looking at him.

"Bloody hell Lena, you look fantastic," and he stood.

"No, stay there. I'll pose for you." So I did. Walking up and down, turning, leaning forward and sticking my bum out. He was funny. This is his fantasy after all. All those years of imagining this sort of thing.

"Oh Caroline, Caroline," he said, "you are so lovely." Of course posing like this was getting me hot as well. I did see the slightly funny side of it however, being as how I was a couple of months pregnant! I didn't think either of us would last that long tonight. I could see his cock sticking up in his boxers so I decided to suck the pre-cum out.

"Stay there darling, I want to suck you before you fuck me. Do you want me to do that?" I asked pouting away.

"Oh god yes Lena but be careful. I want to fill your pussy and your arse tonight and cum deep inside."

"Mmm, that sounds nice: I want that too." I knelt in front of him and pulled his shorts down. His cock was standing proud, as hard as iron and, I thought, bigger than usual. I took the head in my mouth and sucked. Pre-cum erupted and flooded my mouth with flavour. How I loved the taste of him. I looked up and swallowed his first tiny offering. "You taste lovely," I said.

"And now I want to taste you," he said, "lay on the bed." So I did and he started to make love to me.

He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders then all around my suspender top. He gently bit my oh so tender boobs through the material and I realised that he wasn't going to take it off. That was different and exciting but I thought that he couldn't get at my nipples but he did, through the material, softly and tenderly biting. Now he was kissing just below the bra while his hands massaged my boobs gently sending shafts of pleasure across my body.

"Oh yes, yes, do that. Yes, I like it." He carried on for ages, just stroking, massaging, and kissing all over my boobs and through the bra. Then he moved downwards across my tummy and to my knickers. He licked and kissed all round the edge of the material, sometimes flicking it up with his fingers and licking underneath. It was so sexy and exciting. I realised then that he probably wasn't going to take these off either. He'd never taken me with my knickers on before so it would be even more exciting. He moved down from my knickers to kiss and lick the inside of my legs and then, lifting and parting them, the backs. I am so sensitive there: he knows this, that I had a small orgasm.

"Oh yes, Mike that's nice, but please, my pussy soon."

He looked up and smiled then his mouth covered my sex and he bit quite hard. I was very wet there and he must have tasted my juices but he never minded that. He always said he loved drinking the flavour of me and I know he loved sucking pussy through the material. He continued to bite my sex through my knickers until, finally, he pulled the gusset to one side and delved deep into me with his tongue. I could feel him licking up and down and side to side causing an orgasm to build. Then he bit my clit softly and it arrived. As usual my hands clasped his head to my sex and my legs trapped him as I thrust my pelvis onto his mouth. All through my climax he kept sucking and biting my clit and, just towards the end, I felt his thumb push past my sphincter and into my bottom.

"Oh fucking hell," was all I could manage as this was a surprise and prolonged the climax, taking me to a new high. I could feel surges of pleasure running through my nerves making my fingertips tingle. I felt such love for him that he could do this for me, selflessly bring me to such wonderful orgasms.

I had to kiss him, to look in his eyes so I let him go. He came level with me and we kissed, a passionate but loving kiss. 

"I love you," I whispered in his ear.

"I know," he said gruffly, "and I love you more than life itself."

Well, that made me cry because I was in that post orgasmic land where I feel so vulnerable and, when he says things like that, I realise how lucky I am to have him. I held him tightly to me, never wanting to let him go. Strangely, all thoughts of sex had disappeared for a moment as I revelled in his love for me. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other. I could still feel the hardness of his cock however, as it rested against my leg so, after a while, I whispered in his ear.

"I want you now, please make love to me."

He let me go and said, "Lay on your side sweetheart." So I did, facing away from him and drawing my top leg right up opening myself completely to him. I felt his hands roaming across my bottom and between my legs, stroking my pussy through my knickers. Would he remove them, it seemed not. I was so erotic thinking of him inside me with my bra and knickers still on.

Now he eased the gusset of my panties aside and exposed my pussy. I felt his fingers flickering over my sex, gently probing inside and parting the lips of my vagina. His lips were kissing my neck and shoulder, his teeth tenderly nipping my skin in pretend love bites. I was beginning to sail on a wonderful sea of pleasure, as if soft winds were blowing on a bright summers day. It's difficult to explain. An orgasm was approaching but it was unlike those I'd had before. This was soft, calm, loving, and tender. I seemed to be in a different land as he made love to my pussy with his fingers.

Then something bigger. I felt the head of his penis join his fingers as he parted my pussy lips. Then the gentle push forward as he entered me, so slowly, so tenderly. He used a soft rocking motion of his hips to fuck me lovingly, getting a tiny bit deeper each time, until he was right inside me. Not so deep in this position but wonderful all the same. He started to whisper in my ear like before. It was wonderful really and I continued to wallow in this tremendous feeling of happiness, of well-being as he moved inside me. He seemed to go on for ages. I suspect he was holding himself back for later but I didn't mind: I was enjoying every moment. Then, as he continued to drive deep inside me, a fantastic feeling washed over my body. A climax so soft and beguiling that it crept up on me then exploded causing me to cry out in sheer pleasure. He heard and felt this too and thrust deeper into me as I came, holding himself there.




Caroline Ch. 14.03



"Oh god, yes, yes, yessss," was all I could manage as his fingers started to tweak my clit through my orgasm. This prolonged the feeling of joy that was, sort of, bubbling through my body. I pushed my bottom back on him and he started moving again, slowly in and out, almost stroking the inside of my vagina with his erection. More stimulation meant the climax continued, softly and oh so gently floating around my body. I became so emotional that I started to cry softly. It was a cry of joy really and I had to turn to him, to hold him. I felt empty as his lovely cock left my body but I revelled in his eyes, soft and blue, that seemed to caress me. My arms came up and held him and I kissed his lips.

"Oh I love you," I said to him. "That was wonderful, different, so different from normal."

He smiled his lovely smile, a smile that told me he loved me, and said, "I know. It's probably the baby. He or she makes you feel different so everything is different."

I kissed him again. "It's funny but it wasn't really sexual. Not like before." I smiled, "It was 'slow release'." Then I thought of him, "You didn't cum did you?"

"No precious. I was saving that for later." He showed his concern, "Do you want to go on or are you happy."

Well I was happy and I wanted to go on. "I am happy," I smiled, "I've never been more happy, but I do want to go on," I said mischievously, "I said I want you in my bottom tonight and you haven't been there yet. I can feel that you want that as well," I ended as I felt his cock swell against my bottom cheek. "Take me standing up, you like that second best don't you? "

"Oh heck Lena, I like you any way, you know that, but yes, it is my second favourite and in those shoes! Bloody hell."

Mmm, I thought. They will make my bottom stick out a bit won't they. All the better for him to get inside! "Lay back," I said, "let me examine MY instrument of pleasure." So he did and I took his cockhead into my mouth and sucked gently -- not too hard. I didn't want him to cum.

"Climb round Lena, I want to taste you too." That was unusual. As I've written before, we don't often do 69 but I wasn't about to refuse was I so I straddled his head with my legs and concentrated on sucking his lovely cock. The feel of his tongue on my pussy caused a sharp intake of breath then I felt his finger gently probing my anus. I'm afraid I forgot about his cock then and just laid my head on his tummy and enjoyed what he was doing to me. His tongue was licking up and down my pussy, sometimes delving right inside and drinking my juices. At the same time his fingers were playing around my anus, probing the tight little ring and occasionally pushing inside past the sphincter. Then he found my clit and started to suck and bite it while he began to finger fuck my bottomhole.

A low moan escaped my lips as another orgasm arrived. Stronger and more intense than before and back to normal. It felt as if a tiny electric shock had been applied to my extremities making them tingle. As I came down from my climax I suddenly realised that I had neglected him. His cock was still hard but not at full strength, if you know what I mean, so I immediately started work on it. I sucked, licked, blew, and wanked him until he was rock hard. Then I crawled off him and stood at the end of the bed.

"Come on then, fuck my arse. I know you want to, do you want to? You can you know," I ended with my finger in my mouth and a great big pout. Then I turned and walked towards the bedroom chair that I was going to use to rest on. I wiggled my arse as much as I could and I could almost hear the steam escaping from his ears as his desire increased. He was quickly behind me, holding me tight and whispering in my ear.

"God, I want to bugger you," he said showing his excitement, "to fill your tight little arse with my cock. Do you want me to?"

The feeling of his hardness pressing into the cleavage between my cheeks was fuelling my excitement as I turned my head, smiled, and said, "Oh yes, yes I do. Deep and hard." I licked my lips provocatively, "See how deep you can get when you fill me with your cream." This caused an almost roar from him and he helped me get into position. As usual, leaning half forward with my body at 45 degrees and taking my weight on my arms. The slippers made my bum stick out and now, before he opened my legs, he took my knickers off.

"Don't want anything in the way," he said with a smile as he parted my legs about 20 inches. Not the most comfortable of positions as I've said before but the feeling of anticipation is tremendous. I know he's going to lick my bottomhole and I know he's going to take me there. I like this position, I think he gets deeper this way than any other, even kneeling and, because I'm quite tall and wearing high heeled slippers, he has to thrust upwards. That's a strange and wonderful feeling. So now I was high, waiting for him to start. There wasn't a mirror in this room unlike at home so I couldn't see his face but I assumed the delay was him just looking at me positioned like this.

"Oh do hurry up," I said laughing, "I bloody want you inside me. I've waited for a month, do it now!"

He laughed and looking back I saw him kneel behind me then felt his tongue on my cheeks. He licked and kissed all over them before his tongue moved to the valley between and he focussed on my anus. His hands kept on kneading my bottom cheeks as his tongue probed my tightness, tenderly forcing past the rubbery ring. I was amazed that he could show such tenderness when he was so excited but that was what I loved about him, his ability to control his feelings and give me so much pleasure. By now, however, I was hoping he wouldn't be very long getting that lovely tool of his inside me so I looked back and said, "That's nice but I want that cock of yours stuck up my arse!"

"Oh shit Caroline, yes," he said as he moved to get the KY. Then his fingers anointing my anus and pushing KY inside to make my rectum nice and slippery for his 8½ inches of hard cock.

"Yes, oh yes. Do it now. Hard. Deep. Please!" I was almost begging: not that I had to. I knew he would but that's how I felt. It had only been a month but it seemed so long since he'd been there. Anal sex was so important to me then, was all our life together. Oh I liked all kinds of sex with Mike but taking him in my arse was always my way of showing my complete love for him, that I would give myself completely to him, so I needed it myself. I enjoyed it as well. I was so practised in control by then that I could totally enjoy the feelings that emanated from my bottom when he buggered me: I experienced no pain or discomfort at all.

Well, he didn't need telling twice! First I felt the roundness of his cock head probing my anus and, as usual, I tightened instinctively only to relax straight away and allow him to probe inside. I love this feeling. His cock head distending my anus by almost two inches, stretching me. It makes me feel so alive, so real, and so much in love with him. Unless I ask him otherwise, he's always very gentle when he takes my bottom, he says it prolongs the pleasure for him. I like that, although sometimes I want him to take me strongly, completely inside in one go but not then with the baby. That sort of explodes the breath from my body and I generally have an orgasm straight away. It always seems to wind him up as well, he really lays into my bottom when I ask him to take me like that. 

Tonight however (and come to that, all through my pregnancy) he was gentle. I can really focus on the feelings in my rectum as it is slowly forced apart by the roundness of his cockhead. It's a difficult feeling to describe exactly but, now, I find it gorgeous and tremendously exciting. My anal orgasm was beginning to build and I knew I would probably have a couple tonight but the first would be enormous. Soon he was almost halfway in and, with his hands on my hips, he began to fuck me slowly, pulling out then a little deeper each time. I felt his thumbs pull my cheeks apart so he could fill me completely and I knew that, when he hit bottom as it were, I would cum. Sure enough, I did. A wonderful orgasm that again is difficult to describe. Anal orgasms are different from those in front. They seem to reach higher but not go on for so long, if you know what I mean. This one was certainly high!

As I felt his thighs against mine I came. I shouted, I don't know what but I shouted: his name I think, and I pushed back at him. All my extremities tingled and I felt a shiver of electricity down my spine. I must have squeezed my anus and rectum tightly because he stopped moving -- a sure sign he was trying to control his own orgasm. Selfishly, a tiny part of me hoped he could; I wanted more of this. More of this lovely cock stoking my bottom.

I quickly came down from my high and realised he was still hard inside my bottom. "Oh good," I said smiling back at him, "I want some more."

"Was that good precious?" he asked smiling.

"Oh fuck yes. You feel so good in my arse. Your turn now. Come on, fuck me there, fuck my tight little arse and make me cum again. Bugger me and fill my bowels with your spunk." There, that should do the trick! It did!

"Oh Caroline," he managed to say as he started to move again. Long, deep strokes this time filling me completely and making me feel warm all over. Not hard but a soft stroking. Then shorter strokes, only half inside me, before an almost roar as he drove his cock inside me for his own cum. It almost always makes me cum when I feel his cock spurting out his offering deep in my bottom and it did this time. He seemed to go on for ages, pulse after pulse of warm liquid hitting my insides. This started me off again and I managed a soft, "Oh yes, oh fuck yes, fill my arse." This brought a few more pulses and a soft cry.

"Oh Caroline, ti amo, ti amo bella donna." Oh god he can make me feel so good. The words prolonged my orgasm and mixed it with a feeling of great love for him. Then I could feel him getting soft so I pulled forward and he left me. I turned and knelt before him. There was his softening penis before my eyes. I wanted it, wanted it badly. I don't know why, because I loved him I suppose, and I could do this to him.

I reached up and took his cock in my mouth. This caused a sharp intake of breath: he was always very sensitive after cumming.

"Oh Lena, Lena my angel you don't have to do this." He knew how much this meant.

I took him out of my mouth and looked up through my eyelashes, "I want to. I like sucking your cock out of my bottom. I love you, you know."

"Oh Caroline, Caroline, I know that. Oh God!"

I took him back and washed his cock with my tongue. I could taste his cum, feel it's gooey consistency on his cock mixed with the taste of lube and the slight bitterness that was my own rectum. It was heady in the extreme and I loved it, loved him. I sucked hard and was rewarded by a tiny pulse of his cum and a very deep sigh from Mike. I swirled the remains of his cum and everything around my mouth and swallowed the essence of him. I smiled inwardly, I was taking his seed at both ends wasn't I? Well not actually but you know what I mean!

Now his hands reached down to lift me up level with him and he kissed me. A long, warm, and tender kiss that said all he needed to say to me.

"Do you want to tidy up?" he said to me.

I remembered Gianna and their first time together at the villa. I smiled, "No," I said, "I think I'll keep it inside me to remind me of you." This seemed to have a considerable effect on him as he held me as tight as he would allow himself now I was pregnant.

"Caroline, Caroline, I love you." Then he looked at me with those lovely eyes. I knew he was very emotional because he used my full name. "It was all right wasn't it? It wasn't any different. I still feel the same about you."

Oh hell, how I loved him. He'd been worried and I'd missed it. He'd been worried that his being with Gianna would affect how he was with me. "Oh you silly man, of course it wasn't any different." Then I thought, yes it was, it was better. "No," I said, "that's wrong, it was different. It was better. I love you silly, and I want you to love her. You wait until Saturday and you can love us both," I ended smiling at him.

He smiled back, secure now in the knowledge that it was all right to love us both and to have sex with both of us. "I want to," he said with a wry smile, "but, well I hope I can manage to satisfy you both."

"Oh, you will, you will," I said and smiled sexily at him. Then we kissed and went to bed. I fell asleep in his arms.

I enjoyed writing this originally and I enjoyed getting it ready for submission -- so I hoped you do as well.

A quick word about tenses. You may notice a movement between past and present in Lena's writings. This is intentional. She is looking back on her time with him much, much later and sometimes falls into the present. This will become more obvious as the story of her life progresses -- and there is quite a bit more to come though only a little bit more is actually written!



Caroline Ch. 14.04-14.05



Hi,

If you are new to this series please read the intro to Ch 01 so you'll know what to expect. It isn't strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won't make sense if you don't so I hope you will! 

This is the last bit of Caroline that I have written and it sort of ends the concern about how Silvio will deal with Gianna and Mike. It also takes the relationship between Lena and Gianna on apace. There is no described sex although it is talked about. It isn't finished off properly as the tale will go on. That is, I will write more for my own enjoyment but, unless I get some supportive feedback about the story, I won't post any more. Much more is intended including the seduction of Chloe (or rather her seduction of Mike – with Len's permission of course) and the bedding of Maria, to bring the story up to the start of 'Anna'.

Oh, and to the 'faithful' reader in NZ (anonymous of course), I don't waste your time – you do - reading a story you know you won't like. Get a life or write your own stories! And of course everyone fucks everyone else – it's an erotic story website for ------ sake!!

Lena's Tale:

In which Lena tells of the journey home, of Jo's fatigue, and of their meeting with Silvio.

We had to get up quite early on Tuesday, early enough to say goodbye to Nardo, Amy, Sally and the children and we did so over a very substantial communal breakfast which saw both children on Mike's lap and ended with Gloria smothering him with sticky kisses. Watching him, I longed to see him with our child (and children – I wanted more than one). Gianna watched with love in her eyes and Nardo, Amy and Sally laughed all the time as he played with them.

We got away about 9:00 o'clock. It was a long days driving for Mike and it was on this journey that I decided to learn how to drive. I knew Mike didn't like flying very much, particularly now with the terrorist situation, and I wasn't that fond of it so I thought we would almost always drive down to Italy. Two drivers would make that easier. Jo could drive, so could Guy but if we went down without them, Mike had to do it all. We changed round during the day, sometimes Gianna and I would sit together in the back and then at the next stop one of us would go in the front to keep Mike company. He really bombed it on that day, breaking speed limits all the while but, luckily, he didn't get caught! This meant we got quite deep into France on the first day.

We stayed at a Novotel just off the motorway. Clean and tidy but very boxlike. The food was good though. We all squeezed into one bed and slept quite well considering.

The next day, Wednesday, saw us at Calais about 6:00 o'clock so we popped in to a supermarket to get some wine. Of course he didn't really need to save money but he said he could buy so much better wines here than at home and he resented providing the Chancellor with even more of his hard earned money. He had arranged for Nardo to forward quite a bit of wine to England, again so he could get the better quality.

We finally arrived home about 8:00. I rang Jo from Folkestone and she was at the door waiting for us. I flew into her arms and hugged her tightly. We both started crying. Then I pulled away and looked at her – I didn't like what I saw.

"Jo, Jo, what is it. You don't look well at all." She looked really tired and drawn, and she was white, as white as a sheet. "You've lost weight," I said to her, "Guy, Guy, what's been happening?" I said turning to him.

"It's all right Lena," Jo said holding my arm, "I'm just a bit down that's all. It started a couple of days ago."

I turned and looked accusingly at Mike. "Did you know about this?" I said giving him the stare.

"Yes," he said, "I did."

"Why didn't you tell me? You know I'd have wanted to know. You should have told me," I said, angry with him.

"To what purpose?" he said in the voice he used when he was keeping me in order. That rather stopped me. His tone and the question told me all I needed to know really. He hadn't told me because I would worry and there was nothing I could do. Well, he was right but that didn't mean I couldn't be angry did it!

"You should have told me!"

"No I shouldn't. You would have worried and that would have done nobody any good. I've started to sort things out," he said. "I've made appointments for both of you to see Mary tomorrow afternoon. I spoke briefly to her about Jo's symptoms and she said she thought was something to do with the pregnancy, not that common but nothing to worry about." He turned to Gianna, "Arna, tell her not to worry." I was surprised he used 'Arna' in front of everyone but I suppose it was his way of telling her that neither she nor he should be ashamed of their relationship, particularly in front of their son and his wife.

Gianna put her arms round us both. "Yes, lots of funny things happen in your first pregnancy, I'm sure it's just a temporary thing. Come on, lets go inside and leave the men to unload the car. We're all hungry."

"Oh Guy's made something to eat," Jo said.

"Bloody hell," said Mike laughing, "doctors tomorrow then!"

Guy laughed, "It's all right dad, Jo supervised. I think everything is in the right place."

"I'll just get the things we need then join you. You go in with them Guy, I'll be in in a minute." So we left Mike outside and went into the breakfast room. Guy and Jo had laid out a buffet and we tucked in. I was starving – well I was feeding two wasn't I? Jo didn't seem to eat much and I said to her, "Jo, you're not eating."

"I know," she said, "I just don't feel hungry."

"Nonsense," I said smiling, "you need taking in hand. Guy, have you been neglecting your wife?"

He smiled sadly, "No," he said, "but she doesn't really take much notice of me. Now you're here you can boss her." I could see that he was worried about her and I realised he must have confided in Mike almost straight away. Grudgingly I realised it was better that he hadn't told me. I would have worried and it wouldn't have done any good.

Now I took to persuading Jo to eat and finally managed to get something down her. I would have liked to spend the night with her but she was in no state for anything other than sleep. We were all tired as well after our long journey so we went to bed quite early. Guy had made up the spare bed for Gianna and she made to go in there as we three went upstairs.

"No Gianna," I said, "we share him tonight. Is that all right Mike?"

He smiled, "What can a man say. Of course. I love you both."

"What will Guy say?" said Gianna with a worried look towards their room.

"Guy will say 'good luck'," I said, "and so will Jo. Come on, to bed. We can hold him tight and think of Saturday," I added mischievously. This brought a blush to Gianna's face and a big smile to his.

"Come on you two gorgeous women, let's go to bed. I can only think of one thing I'd rather do than go to sleep holding you both."

"And what's that?" I asked smiling, certain of his reply.

He laughed, "Stay awake holding you both," he said as he swept us into his arms. It was lovely. He laid in the middle, me on one side Gianna on the other, each of us with our head on his shoulder. What more could a woman ask that to fall asleep with her head on the shoulder of the man she loves?

I awoke in the morning feeling that today was going to be important. We had to see Silvio and that meeting was vital for Mike's happiness. Of course it was important for Gianna as well and I wanted it to go OK for her but I loved him and his happiness was paramount. Then we had to go to the hospital. I had no doubt that I would get a clean bill of health after what the doctor in Italy had said but I was worried about Jo. I almost couldn't bear to think that she might have problems with the baby, lose it possibly. I would need to lean on Mike if that happened we all would.

Gianna came out of the shower as I awoke and bent to kiss me. "Come on sleepyhead," she said apparently confident now, "time to get up. You've a lot to do today. Wake Mike."

"I'm awake," he mumbled as he took in her naked form. "Bloody hell Gianna, I wish we had an hour or two, what say you Lena?"

"Mmm," I said laughing, "but we haven't. You'll have to wait until Saturday." This caused Gianna to blush and say, "You two are terrible." The she thought, "Saturday is a long way away."

I laughed again, "Gianna, we haven't got time. You've got to get me ready. I'll just shower." So I did, joined shortly by Mike who soaped me all over, not sexily, just washing. It was lovely.

After breakfast Gianna and I went back upstairs to get me ready. She put my hair into a sexy little bob that alone took five years off my age. I didn't like wearing it like that usually but today was special. I dressed in a simple white bra and blouse and a navy blue skirt, not too short but short enough! I finished with white ankle socks and simple, plain white shoes. Gianna stepped back and looked me up and down.

"He'll fall in love with you like that," she said smiling, "you look about 16." I hadn't any makeup on either so that made me look younger.

Jo looked at me as we entered the kitchen area, "God, you look lovely," she said, "he won't be able to resist you." Mike and I had explained all about seeing Silvio to Jo and Guy over breakfast. "Guy's gone to work until lunchtime," she said, "then he's coming with us to the clinic."

"He's worried sick you know Jo," I said. I was too because she didn't look any better this morning, in fact probably worse. She was a sort of grey colour and she looked so tired.

"I know," she said sadly. "I hope the clinic goes well."

Mike came in then, "Bloody hell Lena, what have you done to yourself. You look, well, fabulous, I suppose," he said.

"Mmm, you like," I said smiling and doing a twirl. I knew he wasn't into young looking women: he liked his women to look and dress their age. Oh he liked young women but not underdeveloped girls.

"Yes," he said, "I like and Silvio will as well. You'll knock him dead." With that he turned to Gianna, "Are you OK Arna, ready?"

She smiled a sad smile. This was, could be, a turning point in her life, all our lives really, so I wasn't surprised she was sad. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's go." So off we went to Silvio's hearts in our mouths, hoping that everything would work out.

Gianna let us in when we got to their house and we went into the lounge. Silvio must have heard us come in and came in a few moments later. I was trying to judge how he looked but I didn't know him that well. I did know, however, that both Mike and Gianna were very uptight. That was dangerous because they might say the wrong thing at such an important time so I took the initiative and bounced up to Silvio and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Hello Silvio," I said smiling and laughing at him, "you look well."

As you know, I can be pretty provocative when I want and now I hit him with both blue eyes wide open. What with that and the way I was dressed, he had no hope whatsoever did he?

He smiled back at me breaking whatever mood he was in, "Ciao little one," he said as he stood back and looked at me up and down. "You look very lovely today." Then he raised his eyebrows, he was no fool was Silvio, "Is this for some purpose I wonder?" he said as he looked at Gianna and Mike who were standing there rather taken aback by my forwardness.

I was determined that I should control this meeting. Look, I'm not being arrogant or anything but so much rested on it for all of the others. For Mike and Gianna their love, and for Silvio his pride. All strong emotions and all liable to betray them in discussion. Of course it meant a lot to me but I was not quite so involved, I could distance myself a little bit and retain control. And I was determined that it would all end as we wanted!

I gave him a great big smile, "Yes," I said, "it's for you. Why don't we all sit down," then seriously, "we've got some talking to do."

So we did then Silvio turned to me, "Why are you here little one?" he said, "You know of this?" He obviously meant did I know about Mike and Gianna. I understood then that he wouldn't realise that I would know about them, would be happy that they were together.

I kept my smiles coming big and strong as I said to him, "Yes, I know about 'this' as you say." Time to bite the bullet, "I know about them being together. I know all about them," then, more seriously as I fixed him with my eyes, giving him both barrels again, "and I know about the past." He looked guilty then and I suspected I had scored a point, put him on the back foot.

I looked at Mike and Gianna and saw that they seemed to be happy with how I was doing so I carried on speaking to Silvio. "I'm here, Silvio, because I wanted to explain to you how this has happened." Another blast from big blue eyes, "It's my fault."

"Your fault," he said in disbelief. "How is it your fault that they cuckold me, make me ashamed," he said with some feeling. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that they were both getting angry now, Gianna in particular, so I had to speak quickly. Heated words would solve nothing.

"Yes, my fault. Listen. It was me, I wanted them to get back together Silvio, for both their sakes. I arranged it, I tricked them, I almost forced them together." Oh I know that's stretching a point but I did arrange things didn't I?

"I don't understand," he said softening a little bit. Well, I was smiling at him and flashing quite a lot of leg!

"I knew that Mike still loved her and, after our talk before the wedding, I knew that Gianna still loved him. She's loved him for all these years. You knew that didn't you, you knew that she loved him but she hid it, hid it deep inside because of her loyalty to you. She is your wife. Now, now however, I realised that she sensed a change in you." He fixed me with his eyes from beneath bushy brows. "I decided that it was silly to go on like that. Silvio, I want everyone to be happy, as happy as they can be and Gianna was so unhappy."

"You don't love her do you?" I asked. I felt I needed to make everyone here be honest. I didn't think he would be happy if I tried to browbeat him, he wasn't that kind of man. This question foxed him. I don't think he'd expected to be put under the hammer like this and he obviously had difficulty answering it with us all in the room.

"Errrr, Lena, umm," he stuttered in reply.

"You can tell her," Gianna said quietly causing him to look at her, "I know it's true."

He looked defeated suddenly, beaten, as if things had caught up with him and he looked older. "No," he said so softly that I almost couldn't hear him, "no, I do not." This brought a gasp from Mike and a soft sob from Gianna. I could understand that. It doesn't do you much good to hear the man you've been married to for thirty years saying he doesn't love you, even if you do have your real love sitting beside you!

"Mike loves her," I said, "loves her deeply. He has for twenty five years but since your return he's hidden it out of respect for you, and for Gianna who made her choice all that time ago. But Silvio, we can't go on paying for the mistakes of the past forever. They're together again, in love, and they want to stay but none of us want you to suffer. We all respect your pride."

He looked at me askance, "How can you do this," he said, "he is your husband, you are his wife. How can you let him have another lover so calmly. Don't you love him?"

I smiled at him then at Mike, "Oh yes, I love him. It's because I love him that I can do this. I want him to be happy, to be complete. Well, without Gianna he wasn't totally happy and he wasn't complete. And I love Gianna too," I said fixing him again with two large blue eyes, "I want them to be together and to be happy."

I sensed he seemed to be melting, his attitude less defensive, "We will be discreet," I said. "Gianna will want to see Joanna and me while we are pregnant, and will want to help. She'll stay over at our house sometimes but no one outside the family will suspect anything, it will seem natural. Nardo knows, so does Guy." I decided that we must be honest now, "Guy knows everything," I said causing a sharp intake of breath from Mike and Gianna.

Silvio looked at me again through hooded eyes, "You are a shrewd young woman," he said with a wry smile, "you knew I realised didn't you?" Well, not really but I wasn't about to give up the advantage.

"I just think it's important to be honest. We're all 'growed up people' aren't we, so we should be able to talk like adults. He still loves you, you know, that won't change. He's lucky," I laughed, "now he has two dads." This broke the ice a little bit and Silvio now looked across at the two of them sitting quietly side by side.

"You are a very lucky man, amico, very lucky indeed to have such a woman as this at your side." He gave a deep sigh, "It seems I must pay the price of my misdemeanours." He took a deep breath and looked at Gianna. "You have been a good wife to me," he said, "loyal and dutiful, you have borne my children. I thank you and I release you."

Gianna gasped, "Release me?"

"Yes, I release you. I ask only that you respect my pride and do not let the world know of our affairs. That you be, errm, discreet is the word I think. We will live in the same house but go our separate ways I think." He looked round at us all, "I ask also that the boys do not find out yet. I would not want them to think less of me that I cannot hold a wife!"

"Silvio, old friend," said Mike emotionally, "the only people who will know will be us, Guy and Jo, Nardo and his family, and possibly Maria. Gianna may have to tell Maria Silvio, she may notice the changes in her mother. Silvio, we have been friends, through good times and bad, for almost forty years. I want us to remain friends despite this, can that be? I love her you know, love her totally." It seemed like he was asking forgiveness and he seemed quite desperate, surprisingly so. I understand male bonding now but I wasn't so aware then. I suppose if you have been friends for so long, especially all they'd been through together, it must be difficult to let it go. He's written above of how he saw Silvio as something of an elder brother he never had so it was important to him.

"I understand amico," said Silvio. Another deep sigh, "Life is cruel, life is kind, it is a throw of the dice." He looked at us all, "It would not have happened had I not strayed all those years ago so I have only myself to blame." He smiled sadly, "I wish I had found a woman like you little one, to love me, but it was not to be. I am content," he said and he got up and crossed to Gianna and Mike. I held my breath, what was he going to do?

He bent and kissed Gianna on the forehead, "Be well Gianna, and be happy." Then he turned to Mike, "Amico, I think we can still be friends," he smiled wryly, "even though you steal my wife!" he ended with a laugh. Mike stood and they held each other. 

"I wish you well amico," said Silvio, "and you will look after her?"

"Oh yes," said Mike, "I will. Look, I'll go and get Gianna's things from the car." So Mike left us together. 

"I'll make us some coffee," said Gianna leaving Silvio and me alone. I felt a little sorry for him then as he sat down, left alone: well not actually but figuratively. He looked suddenly older, smaller: his great height diminished. I realised what Gianna had said at the villa, he probably was a lot older than any of us realised. I went over to him and sat on his lap. Oh I wasn't flirting, that wouldn't have been fair would it, I just wanted to show him that I thought he had done well.

"Thank you Silvio," I said and I pecked his cheek, "thank you for making it easy for them."

He smiled, "AAAAhhhh, little one. What would be the purpose. You have seen through me. Would that I were thirty years younger and I would give Mike a run for his money." He looked at me with a hint of the lust he would have felt thirty years ago, "You are a beautiful woman little one and thank you for thinking of me," he said as he looked me up and down. He knew I'd dressed for him! I realised then that it didn't really matter how you looked, it was how you felt that mattered. I decided to press him




Caroline Ch. 14.04-14.05



"Silvio," I said pensively, "you never loved Gianna did you?"

He thought for a moment, "No," he said sadly, "no, not really. It was arranged you see, a debt of honour. Oh she was lovely, a young flower to be plucked. Exquisite in every way, but she never loved me you see. I could tell that. It wasn't her fault. She was sent here by her family for me. She has been a good wife to me, dutiful and honourable." He sighed, "It would be wrong of me to stand in the way of her happiness now, towards the end of my life." He looked at me, "I am old little one, very old, and I am tired," he said, then he perked up and smiled, "mind, you can make any man feel young." He put his arms around me and squeezed gently. I was nice, not sexy. I didn't feel that way about him, I felt sad and I felt happy at the same time.

"Now, now," I said laughing and getting off his lap, "I don't want you getting excited!"

He laughed his great big laugh and everything seemed to be all right. Gianna came in with the coffee, her eyebrows raised in question, just as Mike brought her cases in.

"What have you two been up to?" she said quizzically with a smile on her face. 

"Oh, nothing," I said, "just talking." With that we sat a had a coffee together before Mike and I left. They said goodbye in the hall, a long kiss and a tight hug.

"See you Saturday," I said as I left, "Guy will come and pick you up. We'll phone every night."

We dashed home, changed (I couldn't possibly go dressed like I was), and had a quick lunch before we all left for the clinic. Jo didn't look any better and Guy looked worried sick. I was worried as well, not about myself but about Jo.


Chapter 14.5

In which Caroline and Jo visit the pre-natal clinic

As before in Italy, we had to have loads of tests before we saw Mary and Jo looked even worse by then. We asked to see her together because, well we were all interested in each other and it seemed simpler that way.

"Well," said Mary, "let's deal with Caroline first. It really is as Dr. . . . . . . says in her letter. I think you were born to have babies. I've never seen anyone healthier after IVF than you. No problems, the baby is fine and so are you." I felt relief at that and I could see Mike did as well but we were still worried about Joanna.

"Joanna," Mary said, "well, you're suffering from a major vitamin deficiency and the failure of your body to adjust to the pregnancy." She smiled, "Yes, you are pregnant but it's as if the right procedure button hasn't been pressed so your body doesn't realise that changes are taking place. It's not reacting properly and that's causing the vitamin deficiency." She looked round at us then at Jo who, by now, was looking very frightened.

"Oh dear," said Mary, "it isn't anything to worry about! It's not that common but it's not that rare and it only happens with the first. We can deal with it quite easily because we understand completely what's happening." I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my mind. Guy looked bemused and Mike looked relieved.

"Firstly I'll give you an injection today which will start the release of the correct hormones. I don't want to 'interfere' any more than that at the moment. Once that kicks in your body should start to behave properly. I'll give you some vitamin tablets to take with your food – you must eat properly and well for the next week or so. They'll make up the deficiencies and you'll begin to feel better. Try and get plenty of rest for the next couple of days then start slowly. Don't worry," she smiled, "everything will be all right. It's early days yet but, as far as we can see, the baby is fine. He, and I don't mean I know, I don't like saying 'it', had been hogging the food, as it were. That's what has made you so tired and drawn." She looked around, "Any questions?"

We all shook our head, "Good," she said. "Now Joanna, I'll need to see you next week to make sure we've got everything in hand. Caroline, well you come as well. You can keep each other company. Come on, shoo you men, I want to give Jo her injection."

We left the clinic feeling a lot happier that when we went in. Jo still looked terrible, the injection hadn't helped – she doesn't like them, but seemed happier overall now that everything had been explained.

When we got home I set about making dinner with Mike helping. We sat Jo in the lounge and, very sternly, told her that she had to rest.

"Jo," I said, "I'm home now and I can look after you, you just rest."

She looked sad, "I'm sorry Lena, so sorry. I thought it would be good to be carrying the same time as you, now I don't know."

"Don't be silly. You'll be right as rain soon, you heard what Mary said," then to Guy, "you stay here with her and make sure she doesn't move!" I said, mock sternly.

Back in the kitchen Mike held me tight. "That was wonderful," he said.

"What, the clinic?"

He laughed, "Well that was good but I was talking about with Silvio. You were marvellous, marvellous. How did you know what to say?"

"I don't know, I just felt I had to be honest with him. Was he OK do you think? It wasn't an act was it?"

"I don't think so," he said pensively. "Look, Silvio is no saint, neither of us were when we were young and he has always been a wanderer. I think that the return to Italy was his attempt to escape from here and a fairly loveless marriage." He held me close. "I haven't told you but Gianna was never very 'good' with Silvio. He always said she was 'lifeless' in bed, uninteresting and unresponsive."

I was sad, "Because she didn't love him I suppose."

"Yes, I think so. That meant he was always looking around. Oh, she was dutiful, there when he wanted her but he didn't want her that much. She must have been so sad and frightened in those early days. Oh Lena, she hasn't had much of a life has she."

"No," I said, "it must have been difficult for her but she has you now, and me and she has Guy and Jo, and Nardo and Amy. She'll be happy now, you see."

So we got dinner and I made Jo eat something before we all relaxed in the lounge. It had been a long and difficult day and we were all tired. I snuggled up to him in bed and he cuddled me. Then, after a few minutes, he said, "Caroline?" Oh dear, something important. He always used my full name when something was troubling him.

"Caroline?" he said again, "can I ask you something?"

Silly man! "Of course you can."

"You won't get angry?"

Oh crikey, what was he going to ask? "No," I said holding my breath.

"I've been thinking. It's about Arna."

Relief – there wasn't anything he could ask me about Gianna that would make me angry!

"Yes," I said, "go on."

"Well, errm, well. If anything happens to Silvio, or if Gianna decides to leave him can she live here?" This came gushing from him as if he was frightened to say it.

"Oh silly man. It's your house, you can decide who lives here."

He pulled away to look at me then. He seemed annoyed, "It's not 'my' house, it's 'our' house and who lives here is up to you as much as it is up to me." I realised that I had, unintentionally, upset him. You see, I hadn't really realised what he'd meant when he talked about me owning half the house all those weeks ago. Nor did I realise, completely, what being his wife meant. It sounds silly I know but, ask yourself, do you really recognise all the aspects of major changes in your life straight away.

I kissed him, "I'm sorry," I said, "but it doesn't matter. Of course she can live here."

"You don't mind? You know, two women in the same house and all that?"

"No, I don't mind. In fact I'd like it. I love her a little bit Mike and I wouldn't want to see her on her own," I smiled, "anyway she might get snapped up mightn't she?"

He laughed, "Lena, angel, you are incorrigible," and he kissed me. "Do you want to?" he whispered in my ear. Now, you may think this is funny, but I didn't.

"Sweetheart, no. I couldn't do you justice after today, anyway," I said brightening up, "you just keep your powder dry for Saturday!" I was suddenly aware that this was the first time I'd ever refused him.

"Oh Mike," I said at this sudden realisation, "I will if you want to. I've never said no to you before. Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Lena, you sweet thing, I only asked because I thought you might want to. Anyway, if you don't feel like it you must say, mind," he said smiling, "I might think you were not well if it happened often."

"You're awful," I said laughing back at him and everything was all right. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday was a quiet day. Mike and Guy went to work setting up the English end of the business with Jon, Angela and Chloe. I did give them a bit of the third degree about Chloe because I could tell she'd made an impression on Mike. I wanted to meet them so I suggested to Mike that he invite them back for dinner one evening when Jo was feeling better. He thought that was funny, joking that it was only so I could get a look at Chloe. Well, it was and Angela, and Jon for that matter. Oh I wasn't interested in any of them really but I liked to know the people who were working with my man.

Jo actually seemed a little better on Friday. I suppose the injection would start to work, so would the vitamin pills. She'd got some of her colour back and she did sleep fairly well on Thursday night according to Guy. I made her rest all day while I spent some time telling her everything that happened at the villa, about Mike and Gianna and about Gianna and me. She was happy that they were together again but she didn't really take full note of everything because she was feeling so bad. Later I got all the shopping on line so I didn't have to go out and I cooked dinner. She wanted to help but I made her sit in the lounge and watch TV. I think she was even better by the end of the day. She managed a big smile and a long hug for both men when they came in, that was a good sign.

Dinner was fun with my joshing them about Chloe and Mike teasing back. They both had quite a lot to drink: they knew they wouldn't be required to perform tonight. Jo wasn't up to it and Mike was saving himself for me and Gianna. I'd had an idea about that and I'd briefly discussed it with Jo. I was planning to suggest using the strap-on with Gianna to show her how it felt to be DP'd. I knew she'd never get the chance with two men so this was the only way. I must admit as well, that I was looking forward to doing that to her, to bonking her I suppose. I don't know why. Was it to have her like Mike did, you know, entering her, possessing her? I don't know. I only know that I wanted to do it but I wasn't sure that Mike would agree. I had another dark desire as well. I knew I'd have to ask him tonight, I didn't want to spring it on him tomorrow in the bedroom, that wouldn't be fair.

We all went to bed early and I lay next to him enjoying the feeling of his warmth next to me.

"Mike," I said, "can I ask you something?"

He smiled in the darkness, "Your turn tonight, eh?" he said. "Of course you can, anything, you know that."

"Mmm," I said, "but this is about Gianna."

"That doesn't matter, sweetheart. Ask away."

"Well," I said slowly, "about tomorrow night when Gianna stays . . ."

"Yes," he said with a smile in his voice.

"Errr, I was thinking. Gianna has never had two to play with has she. You know, two cocks," I ended laughing.

"No, I don't suppose she has. As far as I know she's only ever been with Silvio and me."

"Oh, that's right, she told me. Well she said she'd never go with another man didn't she, so she'll never experience what I have, Jo has, and Amy has. Two inside her at the same time."

"No I don't suppose she will," he said turning towards me, "but I suspect that you are about to suggest putting that right aren't you?"

He did know me so, so well! "Yes, I am. It's not fair that she shouldn't feel that pleasure, especially when both belong to the people who love you. I want to use the strap-on if she wants. Can I?" I ended with a great big pout.

"Oh Lena, angel, you can do what you like, you know that but I don't know whether she'll go for it."

"I think she will. To be, to put it crudely, fucked by people who love you is wonderful. You feel full, full of cock," I laughed, "but full of something else," I added quietly, "Love I suppose."

He looked me in the eye, "You want to do it don't you, for you as well? You want to have her like that don't you?"

I'd been found out, but then he almost always did find me out. I pouted a little and admitted it, "Oh Mike, I'm sorry. It's funny. I just feel I want her like that. I've never felt it with Jo nor did I with Amy. With Jo it was just playing, enjoying ourselves with you but with Gianna it's more. Oh Mike my feelings for her are so difficult to sort out." I looked at him with big blue eyes wide open easing the pain I thought he would feel when I made my next admission. "I want her to do it to me Mike. I'm sorry."

He smiled his wonderful smile, "Of course you do. You want her to do to you what I do to you don't you. To feel her, or as near as you can, inside you. You need more than tongues and fingers. Lena, angel, I can understand that." He kissed me. "This is a complicated arrangement we've got here and all our feelings are hard to put together. I think we have to go with the flow." He held me tightly. "If you want her to do that to you I don't mind." He looked deeply into my eyes, "I don't even mind if you want her to do it to me. Do you?"

Oh dear, he could read my mind. I started to cry gently, "Oh Mike, Mike, I don't know why but I think of her doing that to you as well, to both of us. I think of you taking her as she takes me. I think of you both inside me but," I said quickly, "I won't want that until the baby comes. I can't understand these feelings. It's just that I know I love her but I don't know how, or why. And I don't know how to show it or how she can show me, how we can make love together. You loving her and loving me makes my love for her different somehow. It's as if the way I love you affects the way I feel about her. I'm confused. Sometimes I wish Gianna was a man so she could have me like you, sometimes I wish I was a man so I could have her like you, and sometimes, sometimes . . . Oh Mike I'm mixed up about Gianna."

"Shush, angel, shush. Don't cry. It doesn't matter. I only want what you want, to see you happy, to see Gianna happy. We'll sort out the bedroom as we go along. God, I can't wait for you two tomorrow. I'm excited already," he said smiling as my hand found out just how much. "The two women I love, together. Would that I had two cocks but we'll have to make do. If you two want to use the strap-on on each other I don't mind, I'll watch." His cock twitched now as another thought crossed his mind, "Oh god," he said, "I've just imagined taking you in the back while you're fucking her. Bugger," he said with feeling, "shit Lena, don't touch. Now I'm thinking of taking her as she has you. Oh hell, I bloody hope I can last tomorrow," he said as he held me tightly.

He always made me feel better in those days of so much confusion about feelings. I held him and kissed him, "I love you," I said, "and I'll leave you alone."

"And I love you, and I'll leave you alone because, just at this moment, I could fuck the arse off you, you sexy minx, and if I did, I'd be less use tomorrow."

I must admit that, just at that moment, I wouldn't have minded him fucking the arse off me but I was excited about tomorrow and I wanted him strong. I wondered if he saw Gianna and me playing with the strap-on, if he might not manage a second go quite quickly. I could tell he was hot thinking about taking her while she took me, bloody hell, I was. I was imagining her buggering me with the strap-on while he buggered her. Bloody hell, I'd better calm down or I'd rape him here and now. I kissed him hard and he knew because he kissed me back and started to move his hips. I reached down. He was as hard as a rock.

"Oh bugger," I said, "we'd better stop hadn't we?" I hoped he would say no really, hell did I want him just then.

He took a deep breath, "You are going to get well and truly fucked tomorrow night," he said hoarsely as he pulled away, "both of you. You'd better warn Gianna."

"Mmm," I said calming a bit, "so are you and I will warn Gianna!"

He laughed, "I'll go downstairs and get us a drink," he said, "it might calm us down."

"Anything as long as it's not Amaretto." I laughed back. So off he went to get some water. He came back cooled down and gave me some before we drifted off to sleep.

Saturday was a fairly bright and I spent the morning doing the housework while Mike and Guy washed the cars. Jo wanted to help me but we all made her rest. She was beginning to look a lot better and her appetite was returning so we hoped she was over the worst of it. I was getting excited thinking about Gianna's visit. It was somehow different here, in our house. I knew now that I wanted her here as well for all the reasons I'd tried to explain to Mike last night but also so that she could be near him. I knew it wasn't possible yet, not desirable even because I still had to arrange for him to bed Maria: mind you her feelings for him did complicate matters. I thought I knew how I was going to arrange that but it still depended on luck: primarily how to get Guy out of the way but more of those plans later.

I did manage to get a few minutes to talk to Jo about Gianna and how I felt. I was worried you see, worried about the effect of my feelings on her and Mike. I really was confused. It had been simple at the villa, no complications until just before we came home. Now it was permanent, part of real life, so I had to try and sort it out.

"Jo," I said as the men car cleaned, "Jo can I talk to you about Gianna?"

She could read me as well as Mike I think. She smiled, "Of course you can love. What are you worried about?"

"It's funny," I said trying to sort my mind out, "it's the way if feel about her Jo. It's so difficult to understand. I want to DP her with Mike but I want to do that for ME not just for her. I can't figure it out. I want to fuck her Jo. I've never felt that way about you, or Amy for that matter. What we do seems fine and I enjoy it. I've never thought of using the strap-on to have you. Do you understand?"

She smiled and hugged me. "I think I do Lena. I think you want her like Mike wants her. I wonder if you don't feel that way because you love Mike so much you want to have her like he does. Sort of by proxy I suppose. Look darling, I shouldn't worry about it. If Gianna likes that and goes for it, more power to your elbow," she laughed, "or hips really."

Unfortunately I wasn't seeing the funny side, I was still mixed up. "But I want her to do it to me as well Jo. I never wanted you to do that to me. What we did was always enough, enough to satisfy my feelings for you. You never wanted to do that to me did you?"

"No, I didn't. I enjoyed it when we did the DP thing with Mike but, oh this is difficult isn't it, I wasn't getting pleasure from having you myself. My pleasure came from seeing you DP'd with Mike inside you and from the stimulants on the strap-on. I wasn't even thinking of taking YOU that way. I love you Lena and I've never felt that I wanted to do that even after seeing it in the films. 

"Look," she said, "I think it's all part of the fact that you both feel so strongly about Mike. I think that, somehow, his feelings are being, I don't know, transmitted if you like, to you. This means you look at Gianna in some ways how he looks at her. I know your feelings about her are mixed up anyway, aren't they?"

"Mmm," I said thoughtfully, "sometimes I think of her as my mum, sometimes like you, a sort of older sister, and sometimes I fancy her like hell."





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Jo looked thoughtful. "Do you fancy her like hell when Mike fancies her, you know, at the same time he's getting worked up about having her."

I thought, yes I did. "I think I do," I said pensively, "yes. When he looks at her like that and I know he's got the hot's, I feel them too."

"I think that's it you know Lena. I think you are catching his feelings about her somehow. Look darling, just talk about it with Gianna tonight when you get ready. We mustn't hide these feelings. We've got complicated arrangements here, you and me, me and Mike, you and Guy, Gianna and Mike, and you and Gianna. Talk it out with her, Mike won't mind waiting a bit will he," she laughed, "he'll know you want her so he'll assume you two are at it while you get ready."

Now I was able to laugh, "Well," I said, "we probably will be anyway. I really get the hot's for her Jo and it's fabulous." Then I thought, "Do you fancy her?"

Jo thought for a while, "No Lena, I don't think I do, well not that way anyhow. Neither of us are really strong 'woman fanciers' are we, we only stray now and again," she laughed. "The only women we really like are those we're tied up with emotionally. I think that's why you feel so strongly about Gianna."

I felt better now. Jo always managed to do that, put things in perspective. Now I tried to help her.

"How's Guy," I said, "he's not getting frustrated is he?"

"Oh Lena, he's lovely. I was worried, you know, that he wasn't getting any," she laughed, "and he's floating around Chloe, who by all accounts, is bloody gorgeous, and Angela who's pretty nice as well. I sort of offered myself to him even though I wasn't feeling well. He got very upset."

"Oh, why?"

"He thought I didn't trust him. He's very perceptive with me you know Lena, he can read me like a book. I told him I didn't want him to get frustrated and look elsewhere. I said he could have other women but only if I arranged it, you know, how you do with Mike. Lena, he told me off. He said he didn't want other women, he had me. He wouldn't go with me if I wasn't well, he loved me, he said and he certainly didn't even think about other women. I think he was a bit hurt Lena but we sorted it out. I think I could trust him in a harem of beautiful women you know. I know you would have helped," she laughed, "but I knew Mike wouldn't have liked it."

"I wouldn't either Jo. It's funny but I don't fancy Guy at all at the moment. I fancy Mike like hell," I laughed, "but then I always do. I suppose it's the baby."

"Well I don't really know," she smiled back, "I haven't felt like anything for the past week or so."

"You are feeling better now aren't you?" I asked

"Yes," she smiled, "I think I'm on the way back now. I've started to think about having Guy again so I must be getting better."

I laughed, "Well you certainly look better and your appetite has returned, for more than food!" With that we both laughed and I went out to call the men in for lunch.

After lunch Guy went off to pick up Gianna and to see Silvio. Although he had found Mike, Guy was still fond of Silvio. Obviously, he had seen him as a father for almost 18 years and you can't wipe that out. Jo had spoken to him as well, trying to get him to soften the blow of all that had happened over the last few months. It was funny really, I sensed a degree of agitation in Mike as we waited for them to return. Perhaps he was feeling the pressure of it being our house. I knew this night was very, very important for the future and I didn't want anything to go wrong but I was feeling so, so hot for her. I wanted to see her again badly, not just for sex but because, well I suppose I loved her, so I looked forward to seeing her again.

I heard the car draw up and I looked at Mike. He smiled, trying to calm me down and himself I think, then went into the hall to greet them. I heard him say, "Hello Arna," and a pause as he kissed her I supposed. Then they came into the lounge.

I got up straight away and went to her. Surprisingly she was dressed conservatively, like she did before the villa. I realised I'd have to ask her about that. I put my arms around her and kissed her full on the mouth. She seemed embarrassed as she pulled away and glanced at Guy and Jo. I loved Jo at that moment! She got up and came over and kissed Gianna as well, full on the mouth and said, "Gianna, it's good to see you. We'll have a chat while the men fix dinner later shall we?"

Gianna nodded and that seemed to ease her a little bit although I still felt a sense of unease about her.

"I'll make some coffee," said Mike, "come on Guy, give me a hand." Guy looked at his father and raised an eyebrow, greeted by a slight nod of the head from Mike. He was clearing the decks so we could talk.

"Good idea," said Guy as he followed his father into the kitchen.

"Oh Gianna, I've missed you," I said holding her tightly. I sensed her fear. "What is it Gianna, something's wrong isn't it."

"Oh no, no not really. I just feel a bit of an interloper. You're here with Mike, Jo's here with Guy. Lena, it's all so different here isn't it?"

"Yes," I said, "it is but you mustn't feel like that. Oh Gianna, you'll always be welcome here," and I decided to tell her about Mike. "He wants you here you know, wants it badly."

She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"He asked me, Thursday night in bed. He asked me whether, if circumstances changed, you could live here with us."

She looked a bit shocked at that, "What did he mean?"

"He said that if you ever decided to leave Silvio or if anything happened to him he'd want you to live here with us. So he could have both women he loved close and look after them. He misses you, you know, misses you terribly."

"But he has you. What did you say?"

"I think I upset him a little bit. I said it was his house and he could choose who lived here. He told me off, said it was 'our' house and it was as much up to me as to him." I looked her in the eye, "Well, I want you to live here as well so we both agreed. I miss you terribly as well Gianna. You must never feel like a visitor here, this is your true home."

She cried a little bit at that and cuddled me which started me off. "Now, now, you two. Can't have my mother and my step-mum crying can I?" Jo said laughing.

"Don't you dare," I said, her comments breaking my sad mood, "if you call me step-mum again I'll tan your bottom," I said laughing. Then suddenly realising what I had said, "Or perhaps not!"

This made us all laugh, though I'm sure Gianna didn't know why it was funny, but it lightened the mood and relaxed Gianna and me. We were laughing when the men came back into the room.

"What was all that about," Mike said smiling as he put down the coffee.

"Jo just called me her step-mum," I said laughing and pouting at him, "and she's older than me!"

"Don't you worry step-mum," Guy said winking at Gianna and Jo, "when she's better I'll take her in hand," he said laughing.

I pouted at him, "That's not fair," I said, "you know I can't take YOU in hand for the next 6 months but you just wait!"

He laughed then said seriously and with some feeling, "I'm looking forward to it!"

Gianna watched this display with some degree of amazement. I suppose that, although we'd told her about our complicated relationship, now she saw it in action, as it were and it puzzled her.

Mike sat next to her, "Take no notice of these young women," he said smiling. "Babies may cramp their style a little bit but they are both little minxes and that young man over there is a bloody ram!"

"Mmm, thank goodness," said Jo laughing. Then she looked at him through heavily lidded eyes, "I can't wait to get well again." It was amazing really, how she could just say something and destroy him. You could see that he was hot, hot as a jalapeno pepper, by the way he looked at her. She was right you know, other than Anna, he never really looked at another woman, well only if Jo said so and in Anna's case she did, for all the years he was married to her. Gianna noticed it as well and a slow smile spread across her face, she knew now for certain that they were right for each other!

"I'm glad you're here," Mike said to Gianna, "I've missed you."

"Lena," said Gianna in mock seriousness, "he's got you hasn't he."

"Oh yes," I said and decided that Gianna should understand how we dealt with sex in this house, "but I was saving his strength for tonight!"

Now she blushed as red as a beetroot, "Lena!" she said shocked.

Guy smiled at her, "Don't worry mum, we're all growed up here. No secrets, no hang-ups. You have a bloody good time tonight."

She smiled at him shyly, boy had he grown up! Mike let out a great big guffaw, "God, how I love you all," he said, "come on Guy, we're cooking tonight. It's special for your mother."

He'd decided to cook tonight to give Jo, me and Gianna some time together. He said he was sure there was a lot we wanted to talk about. Well he was right about that wasn't he.

I looked at Gianna again and noticed how she was dressed. "Why didn't you wear any of your new clothes," I asked her.

"Oh Lena," she said, "I thought it best not to seem too different. I don't want to, sort of, rub it in with Silvio and wearing new things, changing my look, would do that I think. I didn't want the boys to notice either. Lena, I'm not ashamed or anything, I just think it's best that I don't wear those things at home."

"Mmm, I understand," I said, "I think that's a good idea, eh Jo?"

"Yes, I think that's right Gianna. Have you told Maria?"

"No, no, not yet." She sighed then said worriedly, "Oh you two, I just don't know what to do about her. Did you know, she went out with Corin, Nerys' brother. He's a lovely man around thirty. He's so sad. His wife died two years ago from cancer, she was very young, and left him a little girl. She's 7 now; a sweet little thing. I thought they would hit it off, she seemed quite taken with him and I think he might be good for her but now they've broken up. Lena, Jo, I don't know what's the matter with her. Three times they went out together, the last time he cooked her a meal at his house. She came home in a terrible state, wouldn't talk about it or anything. I can't believe he tried it on, he doesn't seem that type, but she won't talk to me." She seemed to have an idea, "You see her regularly don't you, both of you. Can you try and find out what's happened?"

Well, of course, Jo and I knew what had happened. She'd got to the point where she fancied him then the 'Mike' thing kicked in and she ran away but we could hardly tell Gianna now. Well, I suppose we could but that might make it difficult to bury all Maria's ghosts. We'd have to discuss how to deal with it.

"We'll see her next week," I said nodding at Jo, "and see what we can find out. So you didn't tell her about you and Mike?"

"No, I thought it best to say nothing yet although she may start to suspect."

I must admit to some worry now. How would Maria react to Mike sleeping with her mother. I determined that Jo and I would have to talk this out – it needed careful handling. For me, it didn't change anything, I still felt that the only way for Maria to live her life properly was for her to be bedded totally by Mike. It might be a bit more difficult now but I was determined to try. Now I wanted to change the subject.

"Come on you two, let's go and have a bath together." I smiled at them both, "We can put on some special clothes as Mike's doing a special dinner."

Jo smiled wanly, "Not too sexy for me Lena. I don't think I'm up to dealing with a rampant Guy just at the moment."

I laughed and nudged Gianna, wanting to bring her in to the conversation, "I know," I said, "but it doesn't hurt to remind him what he's missing does it!" That made us all laugh and I called through to Mike that we were going upstairs.

As we climbed the stairs Jo whispered to me, "Lena, do you want to be alone with Gianna?" She looked sad, "I don't think I can, you know . . ."

"No, it's all right," I smiled, "we'll do that later."

"What was that?" asked Gianna. No secrets, I thought.

"Jo was just asking whether we wanted to be alone." I smiled at them both, "She's not up to anything just yet. I told her no, we'd do that later. Is that all right?" I asked her innocently.

She blushed and nudged me, "Lena, you are incorrigible." Then she said coyly, "Yes, later is fine." I wondered then whether Jo would change her mind about Gianna and whether we would all get together one day. I though that might be interesting but we didn't. Gianna and Jo developed a very close mother/daughter relationship that never developed into one like mine and Gianna's.

We had a long and relaxing bath talking about babies, men, and other interesting things. Then we dried each other off and started to decide what to wear. Gianna and I had new bedroom wear for later. I liked the idea of wearing sexy things for him, especially after the affect of the gear Amy wore, and Gianna was used to wearing sexy underwear for him. But it was only very skimpy and it was for later. Now I wanted something enticing, something that would make him really hot. I wanted to wear tight jeans, just like when we first met but I was beginning to show just a little bit and my waist was increasing so that was out. In the end I decided on one of those loose skirts he likes that, sort of, hang off the rise of my bottom. It was a light mauve and I picked a matching blouse that was almost see-through. I was feeling quite hot already looking forward to having him later.

"What do you want to wear Gianna," I said as we searched through the things we had brought from Italy. "Something to turn him on, yes?"

"Mmm," she said, " what about this?" She got out a pair of scarlet slacks, truly vampish, and a matching blouse in chiffon. The slacks were quite loose but they managed to show off her wonderful bottom to perfection. Add to that two inch slippers in red as well and she looked gorgeous.

We turned to Jo, "Well," I said, "are you going to tease him or not?" I asked.

She smiled. I think she was getting back to her old self but she still looked tired. "I don't think I'm up to taking him on tonight," she said sadly, "but I can always relieve the pressure with my hand can't I," she ended more brightly.

"Mmm," I said laughing, "a good hand-job will calm him down a bit and you can show him just what he can look forward to when you get well." In the end she chose a skirt not dissimilar to mine, quite colourful with red predominating, and a matching jumper which showed off her boobs to perfection. We both wore bedroom slippers that accentuated the shape of our bottoms.

"What about some make-up Arna," I said slipping into her pet name. 

She smiled, "Mmm," she said, "take a few years off Lena, I need it to keep up with you two. You look lovely."

I laughed, "Don't do yourself down. You look lovely as well. Come on then, let's put some make-up on."

Well, we did. Not very much because he's not over fond of make-up, he likes his women as they come!

I don't know how long we'd been, ages I expect but he hadn't called up so dinner wasn't ready yet. He was obviously pulling out all the stops tonight but I knew it wouldn't be a heavy meal because he was 'on duty' as he said, so he wouldn't eat or drink too much. I'm not fond of making love on a full stomach so I wouldn't eat too much either.

We went downstairs to be greeted with small glasses of punt-e-mes, that lovely Italian aperitif. Not too much, we both laid off alcohol while we were pregnant for fear of harming the baby but it's OK in small amounts.

"You all look ravishing," he said as his eyes travelled across our bodies. Then he looked at Gianna and me in 'that' way, swept us up in his arms, and said, "Sod dinner, let's go to bed now. I'm suddenly not very hungry for food. Guy, you can manage can't you?" he ended laughing.

"Yes I can dad," he said, "mind doesn't Jo look delectable too."

She smiled coyly at him and pecked his cheek, "Nothing for you tonight sweetheart, unless you want a quick wank!" she said laughing.

He laughed, "Well," he said, "it might relieve the pressure a bit." Then he was serious, "But only if you want and you're able."

She gave him an outrageously sexy smile, "Oh, I think I can manage that but I want you to save yourself as well. I'm not going to be ill forever."

He held her tight and kissed her. God she could turn him on like a tap, even I can't do that to Mike, but then she always could. A raised eyebrow, a sexy smile, a flash of leg, almost anything was enough to make him want her. As he said, he was a 'Joanna' man through and through!

"You don't have to," he said seriously.

"I want to. It'll be interesting to see how much you've saved up," she said with a smile.

While this banter was going on Mike was stroking both out bottoms and I could tell that he really did want to go upstairs straight away. I bloody well knew I did and, I suspect, so did Gianna by the way she was nibbling his ear.

"Come on you three," said Jo laughing, "I'm bloody hungry and you don't want that dinner to go to waste. Put them down Mike, I'm sure they'll let you play later."

Well, he did and Guy led us all into the dining room. "There you are mother," said Guy, "especially for you." And he had as well. It looked lovely. He'd used all the very best china and cutlery with crystal glasses and everything.

"It's lovely," said Gianna, "thank you."

"I only hope the food's up to the setting," said Mike. It was!

We started with a dish of smoked salmon in scrambled egg served on warm brioche rolls made by Guy. He was learning to cook now although he had tried when he lived with Mike but not very hard!

This was followed by a delicious mixed fruit sorbet made by Mike. It had lemons, oranges, mangoes, and pineapple. Then the main course, an Italian dish called saltimbocca, which means 'jump in the mouth'. Why it's called that I don't know but it is delicious. He served it with delicately sautéed potatoes and green vegetables. I didn't want to eat too much because of later but I did find it difficult not to tuck in, we all did. Luckily the dishes were quite light. We drank only a little wine. As I said, Jo and I were laying off alcohol in large amounts and Mike, well he was saving himself. Guy drank quite a lot, I suppose he must have thought that Jo was kidding. I knew she wasn't, she was going to 'take him in hand' tonight, I could tell.

Finally we had a choice of pudding. A lovely fresh fruit salad (he almost always makes this) and flambéed pineapple rings with cream, ooohhh!

"Oh Mike," I said as he brought this in, "you're cruel. You know I don't like to eat too much before, you know."

He smiled sexily at me, "I know," he said, "but you are feeding two aren't you and I'm sure you'll manage." Well I did actually, I had two helpings.

As we finished he said, "Let's be lazy and leave it all here tonight. I'll make some coffee while you sit down in the lounge." So off we went while he made the coffee, lovely espresso from the great big machine in the kitchen. He didn't like ordinary coffee so he had this massive Italian machine that made really nice coffee.

He was back before long and we settled down to chat and drink our coffee. Gianna talked a bit more about Maria and the boys. Evidently Pietro was thinking of moving out and living with Sandy, he was talking about marriage although Gianna didn't think he'd asked her yet.

She laughed, "The was they dote on each other I doubt she'll say no but I think they'll wait a bit and save for a house."

"How are David and Michele," asked Guy.

"Michele is going to university in the spring." She looked at Mike, "Using the money in the account you set up for them Mike and David is talking about going to Italy to work for Nardo. I don't think he's cut out for learning, he's too erratic, to excited." She laughed, "He talked about being a racing car driver, I don't know where he gets that from."




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I must admit that this made me worry. If the boys left it meant Gianna only had Maria for company and, if our plans went OK and we managed to bury her ghosts, she could leave as well. I didn't think it would be long before she was snapped up once she got her head sorted out. I looked at Mike and realised that he'd thought of this as well. It was something we'd have to talk about next week.

But now it was getting late and Jo said she was tired so off they went to bed. As she left the room she turned and winked at me. He was going to get a good wank tonight after all.

I stood to go upstairs and get ready when Mike said, "Don't go yet Lena, you and Gianna come and sit with me. I want to hold you for a little while."

Isn't that nice? We both sat next to him on the settee and he put his arms around us. "God you're both bloody lovely," he said as he cuddled us. I couldn't stop touching him now, Gianna was the same. She was biting his ear and kissing his neck while I undid some buttons on his shirt and ran my fingers through the hairs on his chest.

He sighed a deep sigh of pleasure. Here he was sitting between the women he loved but he couldn't stand it for long. I could see the strain in his trousers.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," he said. Well, of course I wanted to go upstairs with him but I wanted to well, talk to Gianna and, oh yes, make love with her before Mike.

"Err, we're not ready Mike," I said hesitantly.

He laughed, "Minx, I know. I just want to see you two take those lovely clothes off. Then you can make love. I'll shower down here and await instructions."

This embarrassed Gianna who blushed red. "Oh Mike."

"Don't worry Arna, I don't mind. You look so fetching in those clothes. Can I undress you both?"

I kissed him, "Of course. You can kiss us as well if you like."

He laughed again, "I plan to do more than that," he said, "but later. Come sweethearts, let's be at it! Lead the way so I can enjoy those gorgeous arses." 

I knew he was hot by his language so I turned to Arna and said, "Come on let's put on a show for him." Then, as we climbed the stairs, I whispered to her, "We'll undress each other. I can't wait."

She smiled a sultry smile at me and nodded.

Into the bedroom then and waited for Mike to arrive. He came in and held us both, one in each arm, and kissed us.

"You sit down," I said pointing to the bedroom chair, "and watch and enjoy!"

I wanted this to be good for him and for us too so I put my arms around Arna and kissed her full on the lips. I knew he didn't mind seeing his women having sex together, he had no hang-ups about that, so this was a good way to start. Arna returned my kiss and our hands moved down each others' backs, stroking and caressing. Pulling away, I undid the buttons on her blouse and eased it off her shoulders and began to kiss her shoulder and breast. Then she did the same to me, running her hands across my bottom as well, defining the shape and the rise of the cheeks. Now we turned to face him in bra's and skirts. I could see his cock striving beneath his trousers.

"Why don't you release that monster," I said smiling, "but don't you let him cum will you, you've got far to much to do later on." He laughed and eased his trousers down allowing his erection to poke through the hole in his boxers.

"Mmm," I said, "that looks particularly tasty. Don't you think so Arna?"

"Mmm," she said, "it does. I hope he knows what he's letting himself in to."

He smiled and gently stroked his cock, "Oh yes, he does. I'm going to fuck the arse off both of you." He was definitely hot!

"Good," I said as I turned to kiss Arna again. Now we faced away from him to take of trousers and skirt. "Me first," said Arna as she undid the clips and wiggled her bottom out of the slacks."

"Oh fucking hell," he said, "Arna, that is too much. God your arse is divine."

"Yes," she said glancing coquettishly over her shoulder, "and I hope your cock will fill it later on." She was hot!

Now my turn. I undid the buttons on the skirt and let it fall to the floor, then I bent to pick it up, thrusting my bottom at him.

"God Lena, what a fabulous arse. You know you're going to get well and truly buggered don't you?"

"Oh yes," I said looking back at him as I leant slight forward, "oh yes. I want that stiff cock all the way up my arsehole!" I was hot too!

I stood behind Arna as she faced him and my hands wandered over her lovely full breasts. Heavier than mine but still firm, they were lovely. I undid her bra and then used my hands underneath the cups to lift it off her. Now I couldn't help moving my hips as if I was taking her, as if I had a penis inside her. Strangely she was moving against me as well, pushing her bottom into my hips.

I looked longingly at his cock, "God I wish I had one of those," I said. Arna turned and looked strangely and thoughtfully at me then she moved behind me and took off my bra in the same way. She was moving against me as well and I thrust back at her wishing she did have a cock to stick inside me. This was strange, did she feel the same way?

Now I noticed that he was leaking pre-cum in large amounts. "Look Arna, pre-cum," I said to her, "I'm not about to waste that." So I went over, knelt before him and licked the delicious nectar from his cock.

"Shit Lena," he said, "not too much please."

There was quite a lot so I held it in my mouth and went back to Arna and kissed her, sharing the taste of him.

He stood, "OK," he said laughing, "I can't take any more or I'll disgrace myself. God you're lovely," he said, "give me a kiss and I'll leave you alone."

So we did. "Call me when you've finished," he said, "enjoy yourselves."

Isn't he a marvellous man?

As soon as he left the room we fell on each other. Knickers were quickly removed and we revelled in the tastes and flavours of each other. This was very, very hot. It was strange. My feelings for Arna were so strong and, in the bedroom, so different from those for Jo. With Jo it was soft, tender, almost sentimental; we knew each other so well. With Arna it was much more, oh I don't know, primal I suppose. Intense. Powerful and immensely satisfying. All through I was thinking about taking her, imagining I had his penis and could fill her with it. Perhaps that's why it felt different with Arna. There was this desire to, oh it sounds silly I know, this desire to be a man and do to her the things Mike did. Of course this was mixed up with the feeling that I wanted her to be a man and do the things to me that Mike did.

Notwithstanding these strange feelings, the sex with Arna that evening was wonderfully satisfying and afterwards we lay together in each other's arms.

"I never knew that making love to another woman could be so, so exciting," she said to me. "It's different from being with Mike but so strong."

"I know," I said and knew that now I had to speak about my feelings. You know that I think it best to talk about these things. Yes there is a risk that the other will take offence or whatever but feeling submerged or suppressed have a way of finding their way out when you least expect it. As it happened she broached the subject.

"Lena?" she said questioningly, "what did you mean when you said you wished you had one of those?"

"I was thinking how much I'd like to have a big cock so I could fuck you with it," I said bluntly. She didn't look that shocked. I needed to explain. "Oh Arna, I'm sorry but, but, well with you it's different from with Jo. I talked to her about it. I hope you don't mind but I do talk things over with her." She smiled.

"I want you like just now" I said to her, "but I also want you like Mike has you. Oh it is difficult to explain. I've never felt like this before. I want to do all the things Mike does, your pussy, your bottom, everything. Jo says that might be because I love Mike and I'm somehow picking up his desire for you. I've been feeling like that when he fancies you, like tonight. It's very strong. I'm sorry Arna, but we have to talk about these things."

She caressed my cheek tenderly, "I know. My feelings for you are complicated as well. I've thought about the two of us together almost as much as I've thought of Mike and me. I want you. You're like a daughter to me but a daughter so different, a daughter/lover. You love him and he loves you. Somehow that makes me loving you, wanting you stronger." She smiled, "I wanted you like that," she said, "I wanted to take you like he does and I wanted you to take me like he does as well."

"Oh Arna, I wanted that as well. It must be because of him, because of the way he looks at us. Oh this is very complicated."

She laughed, "Yes it is," she said, "but exciting. It's a shame we haven't got the right equipment but then, if we had he wouldn't be able to take us would he."

"We can have," I said smiling.

"Can have?" 

"We can have the equipment." I got up and went to the wardrobe. There in the bottom draw was the new strap-on Jo had bought. The penis was a bit longer, 7½ inches and fatter: nearer his size she'd joked. The two clit stimulators at the front were bigger as well. The one fitting in the pussy about two inches and the one on top about ¾ of an inch. The butt plug was bigger as well, nearly 5 inches long and two inches round, again nearer his circumference but not as long. This one could be worn with or without the butt plug which just unclipped.

"We've got this." Well Gianna must have seen one of these before, she had watched her sons' DVDs after all, so she wasn't that surprised.

"Oh," she said, "I've never seen one of those close up before. You don't use this do you?" So I told her about the DP that we did all those months ago, the first time I'd had two penises inside me at the same time.

"We don't use it normally when we make love," I said then I looked her in the eye. "I wondered whether you want to try two at the same time."

Now she did look a bit shocked. "Two, you mean two at once? Oh, oh dear, I've never given it a thought. I couldn't go with another man now and two, no I haven't considered it." She seemed to have missed the point of my question, concentrating on the idea of two men.

"Not two men Arna, Mike and me wearing this."

Her eyes opened wide and I could see she was thinking about it. "You said you wanted me to take you like he does," I said, "you can have us both at the same time; one in the front and one in the back."

She smiled slowly, "Oh yes, yes, yes. I want that." Then she thought for a moment. "Can I do it to you," she asked breathlessly, "I want to. Oh dear, I'm sorry Lena, I shouldn't."

I hugged her, "No Arna, it doesn't matter. Yes I want you to do it to me but he won't let me be DP'd now I'm pregnant." She looked disappointed, "But that doesn't matter," I said, "you can still use it on me." Now to explain all my fantasy. "I want you to take my bottom while he takes yours," I said, "and I want to take yours while he takes mine. He'll do that. Arna, now I'm sorry. I don't know how to explain these feelings."

She hugged me back, "I don't either, but I feel them too. Will he mind, you know, mind us doing that?"

"No," I said, "I've taken his bottom with a strap-on."

"You've done it to him?" she said amazed, "but, but, he's not like that surely?"

I laughed, "No, he's totally heterosexual, doesn't fancy men at all. He says that it's not what you do but who you do it with that shows your sexuality. He may like bottoms but he only likes female ones."

"Did he like it?"

"Yes and no I think. He let me do it so that I would know that he knew what it felt like. He said he did it so much to me it was only fair I did it to him. Mind," I said laughing, "Jo was sucking his cock all the time."

She looked thoughtful, "Would he let me do it do you think?"

"I don't know Arna, if you wanted to I'm sure he would." Now I was conscious of the time, "Let's play it by ear tonight Arna, he's very hot for both of us and he will probably want to cum inside us, one after the other. Come on, let's get ready. I want to feel him inside me."

"Mmm, so do I," said Arna. So we showered, prepared to take him deep in our bottoms and got dressed. We had really spent an awful lot of money on bedroom gear when we were in Italy, enough to last for ages. Tonight we were wearing things by Roberto Giordano, horribly expensive but they make you feel so, so sexy. I haven't got pictures of us in them but I did manage to get pictures from FTV.

Here the story of Caroline's life with Mike finishes for the moment. As I said, if you would like me to post more I will. Anyway, please vote and comment.