7 comments/ 12424 views/ 6 favorites Sweet Caroline By: Cromagnonman We walked in silence along the beach, the only sound coming from the howling wind, the crashing waves and the gulls screeching as they circled over the surf looking for their next meal. This was the best time to walk on the beach, the wind driving spray into our faces, its cool freshness washing the cares of the world away, plus the fact that we had the beach to ourselves. Caroline took my hand in hers and stopped walking, forcing me to stop. She turned and faced me. "Darling, what's the matter? You've been moping around for the last day or so, please tell me so that I can support you." This was something that we did for each other from the time that we first met. If you are looking for a quiet life then Sydney's Kings Cross is not the place for you. Behind the flashing neon signs and the bright lights is a world of prostitutes and pimps, of drug addicts and pushers, of hit men and stand-over merchants and it had been this way since the days of the razor gangs in the 1920's and 30's when Tilly Devine ran the brothels and Kate Leigh the sly grog shops (illegal bars). There had been several half-hearted attempts by the authorities to clean the place up but it still thrives. Inconveniently placed if you were in the medical profession and wanted a quiet life, was St Vincents Hospital. It was seven years ago and I was a new detective at the Cross and she was an intern in the Accident and Emergency department at St Vincents. I had just lost someone and it upset me that a young life should be so cruelly snuffed out before its potential could be realised. The victim was a young girl, probably eighteen or nineteen, she had no ID on her so I was guessing here, and she had OD'd on heroin. She was found in an alley where her 'friends' had dumped her and if it wasn't for the fact that I saw them from a distance as they ran from the alley I wouldn't have gotten involved. I called the ambulance and tried to keep her alive until they got there but they were too late. I have to give the ambo's credit for their efforts to drag her back into the land of the living and even they were feeling lost as she was wheeled, her last journey, into A&E to be declared DOA. That should have been the end of it but I felt that I had to do something for her even though she would never be able to show her appreciation. What made it worse, if that was possible, was that she wasn't anything like the usual street junkie that we had to pick up out of the gutter, she was well and expensively dressed, her make-up was immaculately applied and apart from the one needle mark her skin was flawless. I figured that she was from a wealthy family and had been persuaded to have a walk on the wild side to experience life there, whether she had been persuaded to try heroin or whether it was forced on her, who could say, but it was the worst choice and one that there was no stepping back from. I had grabbed myself a cup of alleged coffee from the vending machine and was seated in the waiting room, head bowed, watching it get cold when she sat next to me. "You're the officer that brought the girl in aren't you?" "Yes." My answer was little more than a whisper. "How do you guys do it?" "Do what?" "Put up with this sort of thing day in, day out?" "I don't know about the others but when I first started in this job it was really getting to me and it was showing. One of the older doctors took me aside and gave me the best advice that I could have received, he said to me; 'If you want to survive, and we need you to survive, you are going to have to learn to step out of your body and let your professional self get on with the job at hand without interference from your spiritual self. Your spiritual self is there only for support because it's next to useless at medicine.' She placed her hand on mine and it felt warm and soft. "Come with me." It wasn't an order but an invitation into her life, although neither of us realised it at the time. We sat for what seemed like hours, but it was only ten minutes, in the staff cafeteria drinking decent coffee and saying little about the incident that was bringing us together. "Why did you want to become a policeman?" "It was something that I felt that I could do to make a difference in this world. I'm not smart enough to be a doctor or lawyer and I didn't want to be just another beat cop so I worked hard for a promotion into the plain clothes division. I have just been told that I've passed my sergeant's exams and I'm due for another promotion. Why did you want to get into medicine?" "For the same reason that you wanted to be a cop, to make a difference, to save people's lives, although there are times when I feel that we're wasting our time when we see the same people coming in time after time having been beaten by the same person as before. No-one seems to care enough to do anything about it." "It's not that we don't care, it's just that in most cases when we think we have enough to prosecute the victim changes his or her story and chooses not to give evidence. Unless we can catch the person actually committing the assault there is little we can do. It's frustrating, believe me." "Yet you keep going, why?" Her hand was on mine and she looked through my eyes into my soul, she was holding her hand out for me to step out of my body and join her. I was just about to ask her for a date when her pager shattered the mood and she had to rush off leaving me trying to recall the name on her ID tag; Caroline, Caroline Preston. It must have been fate our meeting like that because as I drove back to the station to file my report I turned on the car radio for some distraction and the music that forced me to stop and listen was a song from Hot August Night, Sweet Caroline, and it had me singing along in my best Neil Diamond imitation, "Hand touching hand, reaching out, touching me," the people in the car next to me must have thought that I was crazy when I let rip with the chorus; "Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good, I'll be inclined to believe they never would." and she had done just that, Caroline had reached out and touched me. The next day I was back at the hospital and I sought her out. She had just emerged from a treatment room when she saw me. "Hi, don't tell me you've brought in another victim?" "No, actually I haven't, in fact I've come to see you." "Oh?" "Yes, I wanted to thank you for the advice that you gave me yesterday, I thought about it after you were called away and it really does make sense, it puts everything into perspective, so, thank you." I had to get in quick with the next bit before my resolve disappeared out the window. "There was one other reason for my being here, would you be interested in having dinner with me one night when you're free?" "I'd like that, would this evening be too soon?" "Wow! Yes, no, this evening will be fine, better than fine, what time would you like me to pick you up?" "I'm supposed to finish at five, if you want to pick me up then it will save me trying to get a cab, you can take me home to change and then I'm all yours for the evening." She was all mine for the evening? Was that a slip of the tongue or have my dreams all been answered? She was supposed to finish at five and by five past I was beginning to think that I'd bombed out yet again. I was there waiting for her at least five minutes before five only to find, when I asked a rushing nurse, that she was still with a patient. Twenty minutes later she rushed out of the treatment room pulling her surgical gloves off as she walked briskly towards me. As she reached me she stood on her toes and kissed me. "Who's your friend Callie?" One of the nurses asked. "This is. . ." I realised that she didn't know my name. "Morgan Owen." I said and held out my hand to the nurse. "I'll just be a second, don't you dare leave without me." "A second I can wait, after all I've already waited three hours so what's another second." She poked her tongue at me and scurried off to return a couple of minutes later minus white coat and surgical gloves. We never did make it to dinner that night. When we got to her apartment, small but with a great view over the beach at Tamarama, she went off to take a shower leaving me to browse around her living room. I found Hot August Night and placed the CD in her player and selected Sweet Caroline. I could hear her singing along in the bathroom. "What made you play just that track?" she asked as she emerged towelling her hair. "It was playing on my car radio as I drove back to the station last night and it seemed to fit you." "That's what my father thought as well, I think that that track wore out on his vinyl album before any other, he used to tell me that I was his 'sweet Caroline'." "To me you'll always be Caroline, never Callie, unless you prefer that name." "I prefer Caroline. Would you like a drink before we go?" "Sure, what do you have?" "Nothing too exciting, just some wine, chateau cardboard." (4 litres of wine in a bladder inside a cardboard box with a pouring tap, cheap and in most cases drinkable.) "Wine's fine with me." Wine was joined some time later by something that she managed to find but I can't remember what it was because my attention was welded to her. We talked about our lives to this point, she, unlike me came from an upper middles class family and had gone to a private girls school on the North Shore before studying medicine at Sydney Uni. This was her first job and while it was long hours she found that she enjoyed it and had chosen to specialise in trauma medicine, repairing victims of motor accidents and other such incidents. I, on the other hand, was from a working class family and my parents wanted my brothers and I to have a better education than was available to them so that we could realise our full potential. High school I found uninteresting, the subjects that I loved were not taught fast enough for me so I was bored, those that I was not interested in I found boring for an entirely different reason and did just enough to pass my exams. While I managed to pass all subjects my grades were not good enough to get into the Uni course that interested me so I ended up applying for the police force because some aspects of police work interested me, these did not include sitting in a patrol car and booking motorists for petty breaches just to make my quota for the day. It seemed only natural that at some point in the evening I should try to kiss her and even more natural that she should allow me and return that kiss. That kiss led to this point in our lives that we now found ourselves. It hasn't been an easy marriage for us, what with juggling conflicting work hours that meant that our lives together were snatched moments between chaos, but neither of us were about to give up on this and go our separate way. We grew so very close to each other it developed into an almost a telepathic bond, if she was having a hard day I would feel it and ring her to reinforce the support that she had already felt and she would do the same for me. Sometimes, as she came off duty she would stop on her way home and get us a couple of cups of coffee, proper coffee. It had become a regular sight, her walking into the station with one of those cardboard trays and two large cups of coffee, smiling at the Desk Sergeant before walking down the corridor to the squad room where she would put the coffee down before giving me a passionate kiss and sitting on my desk, her leg against the arm of my chair, my hand on her thigh. Two months ago we actually managed to arrange a three week vacation, the first since our hurried one week honeymoon six years ago, and spent it lazing on the glorious beach at Byron Bay, three weeks of sun, surf, and each other. It felt almost as good as our honeymoon, in fact many people who saw us thought that we were newlyweds. Caroline worked on her tan as far as sunblock would allow, she had seen too many melanoma cases to risk becoming one herself, while I kept covered up as much as possible because no amount of sunblock could save my skin from burning. We walked the beach, tried body surfing, the personal contact with the wave more involving than on a board, drowning bait in the surf and having to buy fish to cook on the way back to our rented house. In the privacy of the house we didn't walk around naked, both of us found the vision of the other wearing a robe over nothing was a bigger turn-on than seeing each other naked, it was the anticipation of what was unseen rather than what was seen, she would bend over me allowing a glimpse of her breasts or she would come up behind me and slide her hand under my robe a grab my rapidly rising cock. Sliding my hand under her robe and feeling her smooth flesh got me going quicker than I expected I would come up behind her and wrap my arms around her, my hands seeking out her breasts, my fingers her nipples and she would lean back against me and utter this purring sound like some contented cat before reaching between us for her cock, well it was my cock but she had laid claim to it. When he was sufficiently hard she would bend at the waist and allow me entry into our sexual heaven, pushing herself back onto me so that he, my cock, could penetrate deep inside her. Our orgasm was almost always simultaneous although sometimes it was her second to my first which could be as a result of one or other of us touching her clit. Then there were the times when she would grab me and take him in her mouth to prepare him for her assault on him. She loved to straddle me and ride him, her hips moving in different ways as she explored new and different ways to increase our pleasure. After we had both come she would take him into her mouth once more to cleanse him of our juices. We explored every subtle nuance of each other's body, each erogenous point of contact that would lead us to making love as if we had been born to it, no text book necessary just travel the road of the heart. As with everything about us, our sexual lives were a joining of our physical and spiritual lives into a single entity, two wholes forming a bigger and better whole, we were inseparable and invincible, we were us. "You're right, there is something bothering me and I need your help. Two nights ago I found a young girl who had been badly beaten and while I waited for the ambulance she identified her assailant, it was a cop. She was a prostitute who worked in one of the brothels in the area, he was there getting a freebie and he got too rough with her. Before anyone could intervene she was unconscious and he left. Everyone was scared of him and what he could do if they reported it and they didn't want her found on the premises so she was dumped some distance away." "Do you have any idea who the other cop is?" "Yes, I know him. He works at another station but I recognised him from her description of a couple of distinguishing features like the healed gunshot wound on his left upper thigh and the chipped front tooth." "What are you going to do about it?" "This is what's bothering me, you see there's this unwritten law about grassing on fellow cops no matter what they did, and as far as he's concerned she was just another prostitute and not worth the bother." "But he had no qualms about availing himself of her services and treating her the way he did. I would bet that he has been married and his wife has left him." "Yes she did, they're divorced now. I've heard rumours about him playing the field with no hint of a permanent relationship." "So, in spite of the unwritten law you feel that you have to do something, don't you?" "I know that I have to do something, but what? If I file a report it will more than likely be lost in the system and not followed up, if I front him with what I know he'll just tell me fuck off and not stick my nose in his business, and if I go to Internal Affairs I will become a pariah and I don't know that I could handle the pressures that would go with that." "Okay now's a good time to step outside your body, to work out for yourself which is the most important to you, your physical body that can do your job blindfolded or your spiritual self that has to live with the repercussions of whatever you do. If you walk away from your spiritual all the help that I can give you will probably not be enough. The very thing that brought us together seven years ago will be gone." "I know that you're right, I guess a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Caroline hugged me and kissed me with the same passion that she showed from the very start of our relationship. "You do realise that this is going to cause a stink don't you?" My boss had just finished reading my report. "That's why it has taken me a couple of days to get the courage to file it, I know that he'll tell his mates that I'm a complete bastard for ratting him out, but what choice did I have, the girl recognised him." "But she's dead, without her you have no proof." "But if I do nothing I'll have to live with it for the rest of my life. I crime has been committed and I know who committed it and I cannot treat her any differently to any other victim of a crime, I have to see this through whatever it takes. So she was a prostitute, but she was a person just like you and me, don't you think that she and those like her deserve some support? If we do nothing we're condoning this behaviour." "Leave it with me, I'll have an off the record chat with his boss and see whether he thinks we should proceed." I thought that would be the last I'd hear of it but I was wrong. "Your man isn't very popular with his boss, this isn't the first time he's come the heavy with one of the girls but then he hasn't managed to kill one before. There will be a disciplinary hearing and until the matter is resolved he has been suspended. You will be required to give evidence at the hearing so you better be prepared for a grilling. In the meantime I think that I'll have a little word in someone's ear." My phone rang as soon as I got back to my desk. "Hi Darling, how did it go?" "I was just about to call you, there will be a disciplinary hearing and I'm going to have to give evidence and I'm not looking forward to that, facing a man who thinks that I'm pond scum for reporting him and from what I've heard he doesn't take kindly to any criticism." "I know that you've done the right thing and you won't regret having done it." "I'm already copping some nasty looks from some of the guys here, he's obviously been spreading the word that I'm not to be trusted." "Surely the guys that you work with know you well enough not to condemn you for what you've done." "I don't think that they know the full picture, just his side." "What can they do?" "Apart from not having anything to do with me, not a lot. Look, I have to go, I'll see you tonight. Bye Darling." I had a lot to do, not the least of which was to talk to the staff at the brothel to see if they would be prepared to give evidence at the hearing. This proved to be an almost fruitless exercise because they were scared of him, not even the threat of charges of being accessories after the fact would sway their decision "Look, we can tell you what happened but there is no way that we will give evidence, he or one of his thug mates will make sure that we will be so scarred that we'll never work again." Rosie was not happy about this and her frustration and helplessness was showing. "He moves with a very nasty crowd that are into drugs and firearms trafficking as well as assaults, and from what we've been told, the odd murder or two. No we cannot and will not give evidence. I feel sorry for you going up against him, you're never going to be safe again." While this was happening my boss was on the phone to Bernie Marston the local crime boss and a long-time friend. "Bernie, we have a problem, your niece's ex has been a naughty boy." Sweet Caroline The shower was already full of steam when I stepped in. That's how I like it - almost too hot to handle. To be honest, that's how I like almost everything - hot and hard and fast. I tipped my head back so the spray could hit my chest, the sudden heat making my skin flush red and my nipples harden. I ran my hands slowly down my abdomen and over the soft curve of my hips. I felt a tingle build in my pussy. Surprise! I was horny. Again. Almost involuntarily I let my middle finger slip into the top of my slit. There was already heat between my legs as I thought of my husband. He'd been gone on a business trip for the week and there would be no time when he returned home for sex because two of his supervisors were coming over for dinner. I needed relief now. I brought one hand up to cup my breast and tease my small nipple while I let the other one press further into my mound. I felt the little nub of my clit and jiggled it slightly, gasping at the sensation it created. If Max was here he'd be standing behind me, his breath hot on the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met. I could feel the sharpness of his teeth as I imagined him biting into me just as I forced a finger all the way into my wet cunt. I moaned a little as I started working my finger back and forth. Max's hands were much bigger than mine. His fingers thicker and rougher. I slid a second finger into my depths and pressed my forehead against the shower wall for stability. Max's cock would be rock hard, pressed firmly against my ass. Or maybe even nestled in the crack a little. I groaned and twisted my hips in time with the pumping of my hand. God I loved Max's dick. Long and thick and completely mine. I'd try to reach behind me to grab it but he'd chuckle a little and pin my wrists to the wall. The heel of my palm ground against my clit as I slid my fingers as deep as I could manage. "Please, I need to feel you," I'd gasp. He'd smile and nuzzle my shoulder while pinching my clit. Then he'd spread my ass cheeks and slam into my welcoming and ready pussy. I rubbed myself harder. I could feel the orgasm building as I thought about Max pumping me from behind. The head of his cock would bump against my G-Spot as he went and when he knew I couldn't take anymore, he'd reach around and rub two fingers firmly over my clit as he pressed deep inside and I'd shatter around him. I cried out in the empty shower, my thighs clamping around my hand as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I kept my forehead against the wall for a while trying to regain control of myself. My legs were rubbery and, although not fully satisfied, I gave a soft sigh of contentment and finished my shower. Max would be home tonight and tomorrow morning I would be breakfast. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Really Caroline, you do too much," James Morgan, the President and CEO of the company Max worked for, told me as I poured him another glass of red wine. I smiled at him. "It's no trouble James." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Max eyeing my round ass as I moved back to my seat. I wore a standard "little black dress" that hugged every curve and showed off the tops of my small, but round breasts. It was Max's favorite dress. Max sat at one end of the table, James at the other, Patrick Sturgen, the CFO, to Max's left with me across from him on Max's right. We'd already finished eating and Patrick had helped me clear the table as Max and James had conversed in hushed tones. Now the four of us sat around, enjoying casual conversation and a glass of wine. It was nice, on any other day I would enjoy the get together. I always enjoyed playing hostess, but tonight I wanted to fuck my husband's brains out. I'd intentionally forgone underwear and had whispered that fact into Max's ear just as our guests had arrived and now I was hot and wet and almost squirming with desire. "Why don't we go into the den?" Max offered. I looked up at him sharply. NO! I wanted to yell! Make them leave. I need you! My nipples were hard against the fabric of my dress. He gave me a lazy smile and a small wink and I almost jumped him then, but I restrained myself. Picking up our glasses of wine we all moved to our spacious den. There was an over-sized stuff couch, matching love seat, an antique carved oak coffee table, and my husband's pale suede recliner and matching ottoman. I eased onto the love seat, James sitting next to me. Max took up his spot in his recliner and Patrick settled on the sofa, leaning comfortable into the cushions and draping his arm over the back. As men, they were both attractive. Neither was as tall as Max who stood at six foot four inches, but James stood at a solid six foot two and Patrick at an even six feet. James had the easy, affable nature of a man certain of his power. He radiated it. It made him feel both charming and dangerous. Patrick, on the other hand was more reserved. Being the CFO of a multi-million dollar company had it perks and its stresses, I'm sure, but I often sensed that he was more comfortable with numbers than people. They were both fit, although Patrick was the stockier of all three men. Probably a linebacker in another life. "Has Max told you the good news?" James inquired. I glanced from him to Max and then back again. "No?" "We invited Max to be a partner in our firm. Effective on the first of the month," James told me with a smile. But there was something behind it that I couldn't quite place. I ignored the unease and turned to Max. "That's fantastic baby!" I cried, moving to his side. I leaned over to kiss him, just a quick celebratory peck. But Max had other ideas. He captured my mouth roughly, a hand coming up to cup my ass. I tried to pull away but he gripped me firmer and pulled me into his lap. "What are you doing?" I gasped. "I thought you'd like to celebrate," he replied with a wicked grin. I glanced over my shoulder at James and Patrick. "Later," I whispered. Max nuzzled my neck, pressing hot kisses just below my ear. "The celebration isn't just for me," he told me, leaning close. He was whispering now, as if we were conspiring. "I know you've wanted this for a long time," he told me. I stared at him in shock. It was true, I'd often fantasized about having more than one man at a time, but I'd never have cheated on Max. Plus, he wasn't very good at sharing, I wasn't prepared for this. Still, I felt a twitch between my thighs and my nipples hardened almost immediately. Suddenly James was standing behind me. He brushed my hair off my shoulder and extended his hand toward me. "I've heard you're the best partner a man can have. Between us, my wife isn't that good, I could use some ... enthusiasm." My eyes widened as I glanced between him and Max. Max gave me a gentle nod. I placed my hand in James's and he pulled me to my feet. He traced his fingers over my collar bone, then down over the tops of my breasts. They rose and fell with my heavy breathing. "Honestly, I like much bigger breasts, but there is something about the perfect roundness of these that I find intriguing." As he spoke, his ice blue eyes never left mine. The intensity with which he spoke sent shivers down my spine straight to my already throbbing cunt. I jerked when I felt hands sliding around my hips from behind. Patrick stood behind me now, pulling my hips against his. I could feel his cock beginning to harden. "Personally I'm an ass man," he growled in my ear. If James was dangerous, Patrick was downright deadly. His fingers bit harshly into my hips through my dress. "And you have plenty of ass." Patrick was breathing on that spot on my neck. The sensitive one. The one I'd fantasized Max breathing on only hours before. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. James touched my cheek tenderly just before grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking hard. I cried out in shock. Simultaneously, Patrick bit into my now exposed neck. My shock quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. He took a deep breath. "You smell like sin," he told me, flicking the tip of his tongue over the spot he'd just bitten. I whimpered a little as I felt James sliding his hand under the edge my dress and up the inside of my thigh. He made a low rumble in his throat when he found I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're a bit of dirty slut now aren't you?" His fingers traced my mound, sliding slowly over my slit, parting my lips but never quite entering. I whimpered and tilted my hips into his hand. At the same time, Patrick was biting my neck and tops of my shoulders. His hand ran up my back and yanked the zipper of my dress down. He slid his hands into the dress, wrapping them around my rib cage and reaching up to cup my breasts. The sensations were overwhelming. My brain could barely register all that was happening to me. Patrick pinched hard on both nipples and I gasped as the pain sent a strange pleasure through my aching pussy. Suddenly, James removed his hand from my cunt. Patrick immediately pushed my dress over my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I now stood naked between the two men. Max! I thought suddenly, a little shaken that I'd forgotten him. I glanced at him where he still sat in his recliner. He was watching it all with a dazed look on his face, but the thick bulge in his pants told me he was enjoying the sight. I let out a small sigh of relief. James bent down and flicked his tongue over a nipple. I moaned. My nipples were the most sensitive part of me. Patrick slid one hand down my front to cup my hot, swollen mound. His large hand covered the whole thing. I felt his other hand wedging between my ass cheeks from behind and gasped when a finger slid between my pussy lips and found my clit. James sucked my nipple hard into his mouth. "Ahhh!!" I cried, my eyes rolling back into my head as the sensations rocked my body. I was already close to cumming. I tried to grind down on Patrick's hand but he kept pulling away just enough that I couldn't find relief. James's hand found my other breast and squeezed, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he continued to suck the tit his mouth had already captured. "Beg," Patrick growled into my ear. I turned my head as far around as I could to look him in the eyes. "Please Patrick, I need to be touched. I need your fucking finger in my pussy!" I cried. His mouth seized mine hard as his finger slammed into my cunt. I cried out in his mouth and James attacked my other breast with gusto. Patrick slid a second finger into my soaking pussy. The hand that had been cupping my mound now began moving, a finger parting my slit and finding the hard little nub of my clit. He pinched it and jiggled it and rubbed it all while ramming his fingers into me and James attacked and sucked my breasts and I completely lost control, cumming hard on Patrick's fingers. I cried out as I clamped my thighs around his hands which managed to keep rubbing my clit, prolonging and intensifying my orgasm. My legs trembled a little and before I could recover from the orgasm I was being lifted onto the coffee table. My head hung over one end and Patrick positioned himself there, holding me down by my shoulders. I felt James grab my knees and force my legs apart. "Jesus fucking Christ, Caroline. Look at how wet your cunt is. I bet you're still tight too since you and Max haven't had kids," James commented, lowering his head to inspect my pussy. I heard Patrick's zipper and then his cock sprang free of his pants. My mouth watered. It was a sweet seven inches, average girth, but it was rock hard and the tip already glistened with a drop of pre-cum. "Oh god, Patrick. Please let me suck that thing!" I begged. He seemed to like that. He grabbed the shaft of his dick and slapped me in the face with it a couple of times. "Do you taste as sweet as you look?" James asked, flicking his tongue across my clit. I jerked, still sensitive from the last orgasm. "Open," Patrick demanded. He was definitely a man of few words. I obeyed, opening my mouth as wide as I could. James buried his head between my legs just as Patrick slammed his cock into my mouth. A strange gargle/gasp escaped me as I moaned with the pleasure of being eaten while simultaneously gagging on Patrick's dick. It was a harsh angle with my head hanging backwards and Patrick throat fucking me upside down. But he seemed to enjoy every choke and gag I made around the head of his rod. My back arched off the table as James's tongue hit a sweet spot and he seized my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders. "Ghahhagg!" I cried around Patrick as he shoved his cock balls deep into my throat. Involuntary tears ran down my face. James made a growling sound against my pussy and the vibrations sent tingles through me. James lifted his head only long enough to look as Max and say, "You're a partner now. Start acting like it." Suddenly Max was beside me, his cock out, bumping against my cheek. He grabbed my hand and closed it around his velvety shaft. I immediately began pumping him enthusiastically, moaning with pleasure the whole time. Max and Patrick both began pinching and playing with my breasts while James continued to eat me like a man who'd never had a meal. I was trembling between them. The orgasm growing was going to be intense. I tried to cry out but my cry was lost around Patrick's dick. "She's close," Max observed. "Nip her clit and she'll come for you," he advised James. Max knew my body like no other - probably better than I did. Patrick pulled out of my mouth just as James followed Max's advice, launching me into another blinding orgasm. "Fuuuuuccckkkkk!!" I cried before collapsing onto the table. Max rolled me roughly onto my stomach even as the last remnants of my orgasm shuddered through me. Then he was positioned with his dick against my lips and Patrick was behind me, gripping my hips. He ran his cock through the juices dripping from my pussy. I felt him slide his fingers down to my cunt and he slid them into me, soaking them with my wetness. Then he slid them slowly up my folds to my small asshole, wiping the juice all around it. "I'm sure there is a more convenient way for all of us to get what we want from dear Caroline here," James commented. And suddenly I was being lifted up by Patrick. James settled on his back on the coffee table, naked now, and Patrick lowered me until James's cock was just against the entrance to my soaked cunt. I was sensitive and swollen from my previous orgasms but the sight of his incredibly thick cock made me moan. "I need your fucking cock!" I cried, meeting his eyes. He gave me a satisfied smirk. Patrick dropped me just as James thrust up and just like that I was impaled. James and I both groaned in pleasure, his fingers biting into my hips. "Fuck, you are tight," he groaned. Patrick shoved me forward so my ass was exposed to him and my lips were once again at the level of Max's cock. "Suck your husband while I fuck you, whore," James ordered as he began moving his hips, pumping his dick in and out of my tight vagina. I felt stretched and full as I opened my mouth and gently sucked Max into my throat. I sighed in pleasure. I had a cock in my pussy and Max in my mouth. God, I loved his dick. Then I felt something I did not expect. Patrick had his thumb pressed against my asshole. I shook my head and tried to pull away from Max's cock but he grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. I tried to move but James wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him as he increased his rhythm. I'd never done anal before. It was something Max and I mutually stayed away from, and I was caught between nervous anticipation, fear, and arousal. "I told you I'm an ass man," Patrick explained, thrusting his thumb all the way in. I cried out at the sudden intrusion and looked up pleadingly at Max. Except he was Max like I'd never seen him before. There was something darker there in his face. Something more cynical. And more erotic. Patrick was slowly moving his thumb, allowing me time to adjust. He pulled it almost all the way out before gently pushing it back in again. The whole time James was thrusting in and out of my pussy and Max was pumping in and out of my throat. I didn't think I could feel more full. Until Patrick removed his thumb from my asshole and brought the head of his cock to the tight hole. I mentally braced myself, trying to relax as he pressed against my entrance. I gasped when his cock finally slid in. For a moment all three men were still. I was so full and stretched. I could feel them everywhere it seemed. I was taking three cocks! After a moment I moaned and shifted my weight, rubbing my clit against James's pubic bone. He grinned up at me before slamming his cock deep in my pussy. "Tell us what you want," Patrick growled. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck my virgin ass and I want James to fuck my cunt and I want Max to throat fuck me! I want to be fucked until I can't walk or speak! And I want it fucking NOW!" I yelled. Three thick cocks began moving in me. Max thrust deep in my throat, James slammed hard in my pussy, and Patrick pressed deeper into my ass. Max's thick cock was causing tears to run down my cheeks and I couldn't stop moaning. The pleasure was so intense. Patrick had my ass cheeks in a vise grip, his thick fingers sure to leave bruises. James lifted himself up to catch one of my bouncing tits in his mouth and he sucked hard on my nipple. Max tangled his hand in my hair, holding my head still as he forced his cock all the way to the back of my throat, pressing steadily until my throat opened and he slid even further down until his long cock was all the in my mouth. He groaned. I coughed and choked around him but he didn't move. James grunted beneath me. I could feel him tensing up. He was going to come soon. I tried to move my hips with him but it was hard with Patrick in my ass. "Fuck Caroline, I'm gonna cum..." James groaned around my tit. A second later he thrust hard and I could feel him squirting and flooding my pussy. The feel of his twitching cock deep within me sent me into another orgasm. After a moment Patrick lifted me off James, managing to stay lodged in my asshole. I whimpered. I was getting sore and overstimulated. He took two steps backward and sat on the couch. James brought his semi-soft cock to my mouth. "Clean him," Patrick ordered. Obediently I began licking and sucking the cum and pussy juice off Jame's dick. Patrick continued to bounce me up and down on his rod. Then James was moving and Max was kneeling between my spread legs. I gasped in shock when he started eating my pussy, cleaning all of James's cum out of me! His tongue flicked over my over-sensitized clit and I tried to squirm away. "Please don't," I whimpered. I couldn't cum again. It would be too painful. But Max held my hips firmly as he sucked me. Patrick was grunting harder behind me. He was thrusting so deep I though he'd split me in two. "Fuck," he growled, biting hard into my shoulder as he exploded in my ass, filling me with his thick cum. Max sucked my clit hard into his mouth one more time before slamming his cock into my pussy. He slammed into my hard, shoving me back against Patrick. He moved with a quick but steady rhythm, pumping in and out of my tender cunt. He placed two fingers on my clit and began rubbing me. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, just how to jiggle my little nub. He was going to force another orgasm from me. I whimpered and rolled my head back and forth. "Please Max, I'm begging you..." "You will come for me Caroline. You belong to me," he snarled. I stared up into his darkened face, pleasure building in me again. I was his. And he was mine. I could tell he was getting close by the way the concentration built on his face, by the tension growing in his thighs as he pounded into me, and by the way his dick seemed to almost double in size inside me. Sweet Caroline I eagerly pumped my hips to meet his thrusts. "Cum now!" he ordered and I obeyed, splintering around him as his gave one final thrust and released a seemingly unending stream of cum into battered, used vagina. After a moment Max stood, pulling his cock out of me, cum dripping out of me. Patrick lifted me off his lap and dropped me unceremoniously onto the couch. He quickly pulled his pants back up. By now James was already redressed in his suit. James smiled down at me. "You were most delightful Caroline. Perhaps we will have to do it again." Patrick gave a non-committal grunt, which I took as high praise coming from him. Max smiled proudly. "I told you she was the best," he commented. James nodded. "We're happy to have you joining us as partner. I'll see you Monday." After the two men had left, Max returned to where I still lay exhausted on the couch. He brushed my hair from my forehead. "How was that beautiful?" I gave him a tired smile. "Unexpected but wonderful," I replied. "What brought that on?" "I knew it was a fantasy of yours and I wanted to show you how grateful I am for you. I couldn't have made partner without your support," he explained. "But Patrick and James?" I questioned, wondering how he'd chosen them. He laughed. "A few too many beers last week and we were suddenly talking about all our dark fantasies." I nodded. It was getting hard to stay awake. Just before I slipped off to sleep, I heard Max say, "I love you." And I smiled. Sweet Caroline "What has 'shit for brains' done now?" "He got a little rough with one of Rosie's girls and she died. Now normally that wouldn't cause any real concern, just another doped up whore succumbing to her chosen life, but before she died she identified the man who beat her to a pulp, it was your stupid ex-nephew Danny." "So, what's the problem?" "The cop she told is one of the straightest cops in my station and he agonised over this for a couple of days before he filed his report, after first discussing it with me. Danny's boss basically told me to go ahead and forward the report to Internal Affairs because he's sick to death of having to clean up the mess all the time. So you see my problem, we can't sweep this under the carpet and if and when the media gets a hold of this they will have a field day. All cops will be corrupt in their eyes and that isn't the case." "I see the problem, I will have a talk to him and let him know what's what, we can't have him fucking up what has been a good working relationship between us, can we?" "No we can't. I'll leave this in your capable hands." Bernie called Danny and invited him to a meeting. "Listen you stupid idiot, it was bad enough that you roughed up my niece but to do it to a working girl who relies on her looks to earn a crust, that's just plain stupid, and to top it all off she goes and dies." "So what's the problem, dead whores can't tell anyone." Danny was a cocky little bastard who strutted around as if he owned the world. "That's the problem, she did tell someone and now the matter's been referred to Police Internal Affairs and they're investigating it." "So we eliminate the source of the information and the problem just goes away." "It's not that easy stupid, too many people know about it now for us to 'fix'." "Leave it to me, I'll make the problem go away." "You don't do anything do you hear? You've done more than enough already, if I hear of you doing something stupid I'll take care of you myself. We get the best lawyer money can buy to act for you at the hearing and you let him do the talking, just sit there and shut up, are you getting this?" "Sure, I just sit there looking stupid." He was beginning to get the point that he was in deep shit. "That's something that should come easy to you." I didn't realise just how prophetic Rosie's warning had been until later, much later. I never made it home to Caroline before she left work and for once I am glad of that. I was running late and heading home when my car was hit on the driver's door by a large truck. It was a sign-posted intersection where vehicles entering from the side road had to stop and only proceed when it was safe to do so. The driver ignored this. I was unaware of the drama that this caused and it was many months before I was able to comprehend just how lucky I was. A lot happened during this time while I was out of it in a coma and I only heard about it much later. It appears that the impact of the collision wasn't all that I suffered, all that I can say is that I am indebted to Caroline. She was on duty in the A&E when I was wheeled in but she was busy elsewhere. As I was wheeled into triage the ambulance officer was reciting the vital details: "Male Caucasian, about thirty years old, MVA, multiple skull fractures and severe bruising to the brain, vital signs not good, he has broken ribs and a punctured lung, he has lost a lot of blood and needed to be resuscitated. Good luck with this one." The doctor in triage took one look at me and began to yell orders: "Treatment room one immediately, I want him hooked up to all monitors and as soon as you can get a drip into his arm I want auto-feed morphine." He turned to the nurse who had been filling out the admission forms. "Forget that, get on the phone and get Callie down here pronto." As soon as she saw me Caroline was outside her body. "As soon as he's hooked up to the drip and monitors I want him in X-ray as a priority, I don't care who's in the queue, he is the next patient." Within minutes the orderly was pushing me towards X-ray, but he wasn't going fast enough for Caroline. "Look will you leave this to me, go back to watching the paint dry or whatever it is that you do." She pushed him aside and ran, pushing me towards the X-ray department. Forewarned the door was being held open and within minutes she stood looking at the film on the light-box. "Fuck!" "What's the matter?" The technician asked and then she followed where Caroline's finger was pointing and saw what it was had caused her to uncharacteristically swear. "Fuck! Is that what I think it is?" "He's been shot in the head. Can you contact the theatres and get one prepped for immediate surgery." She grabbed one of the other phones on the desk and dialled a number. "Hi Tim, are you free for a very urgent and very important job? It's Morgan, he was brought in supposedly badly injured in a motor vehicle accident but when I examined him I found a bullet lodged in his brain, I need your skill and expertise on this one. We're on our way up now, I'll scrub and assist. " Meanwhile the orderly had wandered back to the emergency room and was complaining about Caroline and her heavy handed attitude. "Listen mate, the person on that trolley is her husband and she must have noticed something that we didn't. She never does anything without reason and if it was that urgent I don't blame her for telling you to piss off and leave it to her." It was a painstaking and delicate operation and when the bullet was eventually removed Caroline wrapped it in a surgical dressing and slipped it into her pocket. "Aren't you going to the police with that?" "No, I'm on good terms with their Forensic Pathologist and I want to see if he can find out which gun did this, I think I know who did it and why, I just want enough evidence before I take it further and crucify the bastard." I was repaired as well as they could, given the extent of my injuries, and wheeled into Intensive Care where I was to remain for the next five weeks, four of which I was in a coma. Caroline had a bunk bed installed and when she wasn't on duty she was either sleeping on that bed or seated by my side whispering encouragement and love into my uncomprehending ear. Meanwhile in the real world things were beginning to move. The Pathologist accessed the police ballistics database and came up with a real interesting outcome. I had been shot with a gun that was supposedly under lock and key in the police evidence locker. When the gun in there was taken out and tested it did not match the bullet, someone had switched the confiscated gun for an identical make and model, what was even more surprising was that it had an identical serial number, probably to discredit the police ballistic evidence in an upcoming murder trial. Caroline took this information with her when she went to see my boss. "Morgan is in a very serious condition and we will just have to wait to see if he comes out of the coma before we can ascertain how much damage has been caused. In the meantime there is a very bad rat in your ranks and I'm sure that you know who it is. The accident was to disguise the fact that he was shot in the head although how he thought that he could get away it is anyone's guess because as soon as the bullet was discovered the murder attempt would be revealed and investigated." "I'm sure that he thought that with both the victim and Morgan dead there would be no evidence against him and he would be home free, but then he's not the brightest bulb in the box. He did try to cover his tracks, the truck had been reported stolen from outside a builder's yard but the plates on it at the time of the so-called accident weren't those that belonged to it. It had one of those fridge magnet signs covering the building company sign so we didn't pick it up straight away, it was only after a hotel manager noticed it still in his car park at closing time that he called us and we recognised it, by that time we had no witnesses as to who had left it there. Crime scene witnesses told us that he wore a disguise designed to fit the part that he was playing, hi-vis jacket over black shorts, blunnies (Blunstone work boots) and a baseball cap with 'CAT' on it, oh and he had a mullet (80's hairstyle, shortish on top and long back and sides) probably a wig, and mirrored sunnies, none of the few witnesses could give us a clear description. He dumped the truck outside a pub and was seen going in but no-one noticed him going out. Having said that it will be a long time before any of this will get to trial, especially if Morgan has to give evidence, that's providing of course that he will be able to testify." "I'm trying to keep a positive mind-set on this, it's very hard for me seeing him there like that, not recognising me, I need all the positive support that I can get." "Don't let my words tell you that you don't have my support because you have it one hundred percent. Morgan is worth ten of the other guy to this police force and we will give him all the support that he needs, don't worry about the costs involved in his treatment that will be covered by the department, I'll make sure of that. As for the other guy, I think that a little lateral action might prove interesting." "What do you mean lateral action?" "I won't tell you because it's best that you don't know, let's just say that there is more than one way to skin a cat, or in this case, a rat." A phone call to the right person and an assurance was given that the matter would be dealt with 'in house'. My last week in intensive care I might just as well have remained in a coma, I was awake in name only. My eyes were open but there was no-one home and I was able to breathe unaided but I didn't recognise where I was and who this beautiful woman was that was at my side kissing me and whispering stuff to me. "Please Darling get back into your body, I need your spiritual and physical bodies to work together so that you can get better." Whatever that meant I had no idea but she kept saying it to me and kissing me and trying hard not to cry. I was transferred into a private room in the critical care section of the hospital. This had its own facilities and a second bed that Caroline used to catch up on her sleep in between her professional and personal duties. I had been there for over a week before my eyes that had been open but sightless moved and focussed on her. You would have thought by her reaction that I had won the lottery or something. "Oh Darling, you're awake, I've been so worried about you." She burst into tears and hugged me for what seemed like days before pushing the call button. When the nurse came she told her to fetch someone called Tim. In minutes the someone called Tim arrived and began a series of brain function tests and the more that he tested the more concerned he became. "It doesn't look good Callie, It's almost as if he's not trying, (what would you know, you're not here wishing your body to respond to the messages from what's left of your brain and having to endure it not happening) there's little reaction to any of the stimuli, (You keep sticking that fucking needle into me and one day soon you will see a reaction) all that I can suggest is to give it time, I know that he'll pull through, he loves you too much to give up (at last you got something right, even though you hope I don't)." "Thanks mate, I'm not about to give up on him, ever." After the someone called Tim left she came back to my bedside. "Morgan, can you hear me?" I wanted to tell her that I could but my mouth just wasn't co-operating with the part of my brain that was telling it what to do. I was aware of her, I could see her, I could smell her but I couldn't tell her that I loved her because the part of my brain that controlled all of that just wasn't working as it should. Caroline stood up and opened her white coat and then she undid the waist-band of the skirt that she was wearing and it slipped to the floor. She looked pretty much as I remembered her but I told myself that she looked to have stacked on just a little weight in however long I'd been off with the fairies. She took my hand and placed it on her stomach. "Darling you just have to get better, it's not just for me, there, did you feel it? There's a little Morgan inside me and he wants you to be the father that I know that you can be." The small kicking from her stomach was like the on switch of a computer, suddenly what had up until then been vague meandering thought patterns were brought into sharp focus, I was remembering things from my past and foremost among these was Caroline and my love for her. I willed my mouth to obey my brain, even just for a moment. My lips were moving but nothing was coming out, (come on mouth, work with me on this). Caroline stopped and placed her ear close to my mouth. "What are you trying to say?" In not much more than a whisper the words began to form and the words had music, "Hand touching hand, reaching out touching me, touching you, Sweet Caroline. . ." We must have looked a sight, me on my back on the bed and she, her skirt on the floor and her coat that came to just below her waist opened on top of me, a passer-by could be forgiven in thinking that there was something unseemly happening in my bed, She was blubbering, telling me over and over again just how happy she was and just how much she loved me. Something inside of me told me that I was the luckiest half-alive bastard in the world and that something was also telling me that I had to work my arse off to fully recover because if I didn't I would be missing out on the greatest opportunity a man could be given, ever. It was a long hard recovery, there were brain function exercises and trips to the hydrotherapy pool where I was first encouraged to float on my back and kick my legs and then to stand and try to walk, that wasn't easy but I got better day by day. All the time the ever expanding Caroline was with me whenever she wasn't on duty, supporting me, encouraging me and it was she who came up with the idea of having music playing all the time. I love classical music and much of what was on the MP3 player was classical except for one album, Hot August Night. One day I might be able to sing along. One day, after I had been in this existence for several months,(you couldn't call it a life, could you?) she didn't come to see me, it was the worst day of my life not having her beautiful pregnant body beside me and listening to her words of encouragement, and my condition was the worse for her absence. It was worse the next day but the third day she came into my room with a bundle in her arms. She placed it on the bed beside me and I heard a sort of soft whimper coming from it. "Darling, I want you to say hello to Morgana Owen, your beautiful daughter." Tears forced their way past my clenched eyelids, I didn't want to cry, but then I did. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy to see our child, but sad that, because my arms were not yet strong enough, I couldn't hold her. "Isn't she the most beautiful baby that you've ever seen?" My brain decided about then that it was time to let my mouth work. "Not Morgana, she's Caroline like you." Now there were two of us crying and both for the same reason, we were happy, me because of our daughter and Caroline because I had said something coherent for the first time in months. My condition improved exponentially from that moment, it was as if the brain cells had held a general meeting and decided that those of them that had been doing not a lot all of these years should spring into action and, after a period of training, take over the functions lost by my injuries. I needed to be a father for this child not some lump of meat forever getting in the way. I also needed something else, I needed some sort of closure but was having problems working out what it was until in the middle of the night when I was jolted from a promising dream, or was it a memory, involving a fit me making love to Caroline, by the vision of my last moments of awareness before all of this pain. I was hovering in a semi-conscious state after my car had been hit by a truck, trying to sort out what parts of me were injured when the truck driver appeared at my window, I thought that he had come to drag me out but then I saw the gun in his hand, Danny's hand, and I ducked as he fired. I don't remember what happened after that until I sort of woke in hospital. The jolt must have set off alarms because the next thing I knew was that there were people gathered around me reading monitors and shining torches into my eyes and sticking that fucking needle into my foot. The reaction that my brain had been saving up for months kicked in and I kicked out, sending the needle flying out of the doctor's hand and across the room. "Wow, what brought that on. I think we should get hold of Callie, she should be here for this." Not long after this Caroline rushed through the door and handed the sleeping Caroline to one of the nurses. "Fill me in, what's happened?" "About half an hour ago the brain monitor went ballistic, it was off the chart for about a minute and then it slowly went back to normal. We ran all of the obvious tests and when I poked the needle into his foot he kicked it out of my hand. It would seem as if he's returning to life as we know it." She bent over and her face was in front of mine. "Morgan, Darling, can you hear me?" "Hi sweet Caroline, I've been hearing you forever but because I've been outside my body haven't been able to respond all that well." She was about to say something but I held up my hand. "Me first, I've wanted to say this to you for months now. Caroline, I love you so much." Whatever it was that she was going to say was forgotten in a flurry of kisses and almost strangulation and a face leaking with her tears of joy. "I was having a most realistic dream about you and me in bed making passionate love." I whispered into her ear. "I know," she interrupted. "The number of nights I have woken because I could feel you inside me and it was as if you were really there with me, it was just as I remembered our love-making, the most exquisite experience, it was more than a dream it was you speaking to me telling me that you loved me. But tonight was different, tonight just as I was about to orgasm I got the most horrible vision. I knew something was wrong and I was already dressed and about to walk out the door when I got the call to come in. What was it?" "I was having another of my dreams and just as we got to the climactic moment this nightmare kicked in and now I know what happened and why I'm here. I was shot wasn't I?" "Yes, we very nearly lost you several times." "I knew you wouldn't have let me go without a fight and it mightn't have looked like it but I was fighting along with you." "When was it that you had this dream?" "I don't know the exact time but it would just before the sensors went off." She looked at the nurse for confirmation of the time. "I was having the same dream, we were in Byron and you and I were making love. It was a special occasion for us because I'm pretty sure that this was when Caroline was conceived, it was the right time of the month and we had been discussing the possibility of starting a family and I guess we were both a little clucky. We wanted this and we got it, and now it seems as if I've got you back." "You never lost me. It took a while for my brain to come to terms with the situation and decide that life was important, almost as important as me getting better. There were times when I was close to giving up and you would come in and I'd get the strength to move on. Do you remember the day that you came in and placed my hand on your belly and I got kicked?" Sweet Caroline "Yes." "Before you did that I had just about reached the decision to give up but when I felt the new life that we'd created I knew that I had to get through this, I had to get better. In the mean time I hate this place and I want to get out of here as soon as possible." "I could feel that you were very depressed and that is why I had decided to let you feel what was inside me, I needed you to have another motive to stay alive." The doctors couldn't understand what had happened, there I'd been, not much more than eighty-five kilos of meat stretched out on the bed, and the next thing I was up and about giving the nurses a hard time with my impatient efforts to recover fully. Caroline came in one morning and kissed me. "Darling I'm going to have to get you home so that I can make love to you because of these dreams of what it will be like, they're so powerful and they won't go away until I get the real thing, I wake up with my fingers inside me and a damp patch on the sheets." "That's nothing, how do you think I feel laying here with a boner a metre long and not being able to do anything about it, how would it look when they came in to make the bed and they find a great pool of dried semen in here." "It wouldn't be the first time that had happened but let's get you home and we'll see what we can do about it." Two days later, with the help of Caroline, I walked slowly out into the sunlight, I refused the offer of a wheel-chair, god this felt good. She hailed a cab and we headed home. At one point I caught the eye of the driver in the rear vision mirror, I think he thought that we might be having it off on the back seat of his cab, at least he hoped that we would be, but I couldn't quite work out what his eyes were telling me, whether to get on with it or maybe he was jealous, whatever. We arrived home and any thoughts I had of a quiet day with my beautiful Carolines were dashed as we pulled up in front of our house. The reception committee consisted of both sets of parents, mothers having been drafted in to look after little Caroline, as well as a deputation from my work. The news from work was a mixed bag, as soon as I receive a medical clearance I will be allowed to return to work on a limited capacity, whatever that means I didn't know but I don't much like the sound if it. The good news was that I won't have to give evidence at the disciplinary hearing because there wasn't to be one. Before I could protest my boss stopped me. "Danny has disappeared, we know what's happened to him but no action will be taken against those responsible, you are to leave it at that." "He was invited to go on a fishing trip was he?" He looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to be able to recall my recent past. "Yes, it seems as if he had been warned not to do anything about you and the hearing but chose instead to take matters in his own hands, hence the invitation, in a way I felt a little sorry for him sitting on that fishing boat with a gear box chained to his ankles as it headed out to the edge of the Continental Shelf knowing that he was to be the bait, but then the feeling passed." I don't know how they had managed to cobble together all of the food and drink that had magically appeared but there was more than enough of both and the party went on well into the afternoon. After everyone had left and silence had descended on our house Caroline hugged me to her. "How are you feeling?" "I feel like all I want to do is fall into bed." "Are you that tired?" "No, I'm not tired at all, I just want to fall into bed, but not alone if you get my meaning." To emphasise my intentions I kissed her with a passion that took her breath away. "It's just as well I expressed some milk and Mum is looking after Caroline for the night. We have the house to ourselves. Oh!" That was because I had picked her up and was carrying her at speed towards the bed. We quickly undressed and I was kissing her again, I pulled the bedclothes back and lowered her onto the sheets and she welcomed me home with open arms, and legs. It was all that I could do to restrain myself from fucking her, I had to make love to her as we'd always done, at least that was my intention, Caroline had other ideas, her mouth was making sure that he was well lubricated and ready for action before she straddled me and fed him into her already wet pussy and then she began to ride him, slowly, at walking pace, her hips moving back and forth forcing him deep inside her and increasing the sensation all the way along his shaft. Then she moved to a canter, bouncing up and down on him and when she could feel that he was just about ready she broke into a full-on gallop, leaning forward she lifted her body up and drove down on him until, with a sob, she collapsed onto me a short half head before I reached the winning post and months of accumulated sperm charged forth into her, filling her and oozing out of her pussy onto my pubes. "Oh my god, oh, I've missed you so much and it's not just the sex, he's made up for lost time by the way, it's just that I've missed you, all of you. Now that we've got the frustration out of the way it's time for me to make love to you." "No, it's time for me to make love to you." I rolled her over on to her back." Stay there, don't move." I went into the bathroom and returned with a hand towel, if there's one thing that I can't stand it's to use tissues to clean up, it leaves bits of sticky paper all over the place. I could have licked our juices from her but I decided that I needed a fresh canvas for the artistry ahead. "Now where was I? I know, I was going to kiss you." I kissed her lips, her neck, this made her squirm, her nipples and when I sucked on them I could taste her sweet milk, her belly button and then her pussy. "Then I'm going to lick you." My tongue pushed between her lips into her pussy, I could still taste our juices, and I moved up and out and licked her clit before returning to her pussy. Her hips were moving as she succumbed to me and I slipped a finger into her, moving it in and out while my tongue lavished particular attention on her clit. I felt her grab the back of my head and pull me into her as she came, her hips jerking and her stomach trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. As she subsided she grabbed my head again and urged me up to her face. Her kisses had a passion that I'd dreamed of in my lonely hospital bed and Mister Wobbly was no longer, he was now Sir Lancelot ready to charge into battle. A hand reached him, it wasn't mine, and guided him into her. "Please, make love to me." Her voice was as soft and gentle as our lovemaking, we were as one again, every move was just right and when we came it was together and I thought it would never stop. "Welcome home my Darling, welcome home."