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Biography
Rapidly approaching his "sell by" date, Mike Victor lives in a small village in Essex, a county to the east of London, England. He has a steady relationship and is "roundly" heterosexual. His pen name is Vitorio and most of his stories can be found on Literotica.com. He believes that women are the most precious thing that men have and should be treated better! His predilection is the female derriere and all of his stories focus on that. He tends toward romance and happy endings because he believes there's enough sadness in the world already.
CHAPTER I
I withdrew my still hard cock from her tight honey pot as she shuddered in another orgasm and lowered herself facedown onto the bed. Before me was a sight to make a eunuch flinch. Here was this lovely young girl with the most beautiful ass laying naked facedown 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 ass. I loved the way her hips flared below her waist that 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 leaned forward so that my cock was touching her ass 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 ass before. When we talked about it earlier she had expressed surprise that it could be done. She had read about it in books but thought it fiction. I told her that it was my favorite form of sex and I would enjoy it very much with her. She had asked why and I told her how wonderful her ass was. I described the way her hips emphasized the curved shape of her body when looked at from the front or back. How it gave her a wonderful soda-bottle shape. At the same time, the way her ass thrust out behind was so exceptionally enticing. There was roundness to those cheeks and a beautiful shape leading to her legs.
We were talking about it 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 cum 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 pussy 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 and look forward to a few more.
At that point she suggested, sexily, that she might like to get better acquainted with my cock, 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 slightly soft weapon and moved her head downwards to my groin. As soon as she took hold I realized 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 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 cock 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 mouth 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. Lying 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 it and, much as I would have liked to fill her mouth, I wasn't ready to waste it (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 ass and I jokingly suggested that it was time I got to know it a bit better. She languidly turned facedown on the bed, turned her 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 leaned 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 ass, 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 ass but I didn't want to go deep just yet. I wanted to try to bring Caroline to orgasm just by stimulating her ass 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 ass cheeks and stroked the area at the top of the back of her legs, that very sensitive area near the perineum. I began to lick and kiss the cheeks of her ass, 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 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 ass was not hairy (rather like her sex) and, to an old ass 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 sodomized her before I filled her tight body with hot juice. But I allowed the thought it to wash over me and disappear.
I began to lick the crack of her ass 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 ass and tits. You're going to cum that way." She muttered a little protest but moved her hand away.
I continued down past her ass 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 ass. Licking backward and forward between her pussy and her ass 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, sucking and licking a beautiful girl's ass and ass is a great turn-on for me, especially when I hope to take them later. I moved directly to her tight little rosebud with my tongue, first coating it with plenty of saliva (not good enough for a cock 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 ass 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 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 while playing with her nipples. After a few minutes of this most pleasant exercise I removed my tongue from her rosebud and, since 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 quickly to see what effect it had. Hell, did she go wild! I couldn't believe the way she reacted-she loved it. As I reached the second joint she thrust her ass 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."
I started moving my finger in and out to fuck her tight little ass. At the same time I continued to play with her nipple, pinching and squeezing. I was able to move my face nearer to her ass 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 ass clutching at my finger as it invaded her. I was in seventh heaven-and there's only one better thing to do than this! I had to be very controlled or I would deposit my load on the bed and lose out on my aim of breaching this gorgeous ass 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 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 deflower this beautiful virgin derriere, I didn't want to be too rough with her and turn her off the idea of having sex that way for the first time, so I went very gently forward with those 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 that 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 me by replying, "I want you to lick me there, stick your tongue up inside and make me cum. Please lick my ass. Stick your tongue in it. Please!"
How could anyone refuse such a lovely request? It looked like I was on track! I moved around, leaving her nipple, so that I was laying full length between her open legs and could focus all my attention on tonguing that delectable dark retreat. I alternated between using my whole tongue to lick from the back of her sex across her perineum, across her ass, and up the valley between her cheeks; and pushing my tongue into her ass. At the same time I massaged her ass cheeks. 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 cock. 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 to her.
"Well?" I asked.
"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 ass 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 ass but you're 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?" She looked at me with eyes so innocent I almost fucked her there and then; however, as I had in mind to take her again (I wanted her to cum again before I entered her virgin ass), I responded, "Anything you want Caroline. What position is your favorite?"
"I haven't tried many positions. I've been with quite a few boys but it has always been pretty much the same: me underneath, them on top," she giggled, "fumbling around. With you it's been different: You've thought of me and my pleasure. It's been a bit like some of the women's books I read, you know, the romantic stuff."
"Perhaps it's 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. Do you have a fantasy position? You must have read some things in those modern girls' magazines!"
"Oh they're all very silly. They just talk about sucking but I do read Cosmopolitan mi 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."
I began to kiss her lovely mouth and fondle her breasts to rouse her once again. My hand then went down to her pussy 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 clit with my thumb.
"Oh yes," she moaned, "please do it now. I want you in me."
I rolled onto my back with my very hard prick standing to attention. "Climb on board," I laughed, "it's all yours!" I don't think that she thought it was funny; she was really hot and, without saying anything, straddled my hips, took hold of my erection and guided it into her waiting honey pot. She didn't bear down immediately but, from the look on her face, was obviously just savoring the feeling of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
"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 cock. 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 tits. I wanted very much 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 other's 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 around," I said. "I want to see that lovely ass of yours as you work my cock."
Without getting off me she turned around and faced my feet. What a sight. As she leaned forward I could see her tight little ring just behind my cock 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 her ass cheeks, 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.
She was obviously nearing another orgasm so I suggested changing positions before that happened. She reluctantly climbed off and I positioned her on her side with the top leg drawn up to her chest. This exposed both her pussy and ass. God, it was difficult not to fuck her then and there but I put my cock in her sex and began to stroke her in earnest. She seemed to like that position, especially when I started to tease her exposed clit and it wasn't long before I sensed her approaching orgasm. I would have liked to take her 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 lose herself in orgasm.
So here we were: at the point where she was giving me her anal virginity. I was the first man to go there; the first male member to split those beautiful cheeks; the first man to stick his thing 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 it went well so I reached for the lube on the dresser.
"Kneel, Caroline," I said. "Stick that lovely derriere in the air."
She pulled her knees underneath her and pushed her ass 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 her ass cheeks. 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 lube out 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 ass. Not right inside yet, just around the tight little ring, then another squeeze directly into her ass-hole, and a massage gently inside. She gasped as I applied the lube 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 ass at me. "Stick your cock in my ass; fuck me up the ass, please."
Obviously focusing on her ass released a totally different, completely uninhibited Caroline. I placed my fully erect cock at her tight little ring. It seemed impossible that the tiny opening could receive it but I was certainly going to try. I pushed forward gently on her puckered ass, which failed to open up to my attempted entrance.
I said softly, "Relax, just open to me." She sighed and, suddenly, my cock head 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 cock head inside her and, if I moved too much, I would end up spilling my load. Caroline also kept very still. I could see the skin on the small of her back fluttering as the feeling of being ass-fucked registered on her.
The pressure on my cock was marvelous. Her anal ring was gripping my cock just below the head where it narrows; it was like a tight, but extremely pleasant, rubber band. I savored it 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. That 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 ass, set below her waist like an upturned heart, pushed up in the air and thrust back toward me. I saw that lovely valley between violated by my solidly erect cock driven four inches into her ass. The tight walls of her rectum were gripping my cock and I felt an 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's 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 that 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.
"Mmmmm ... 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. She wasn't used to anal sex so she almost certainly hadn't prepared herself. 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 ass with my hands until she started to, very slowly, move herself on my swollen member. It was the sign I needed. She was OK with me inside her; she liked being sodomized!
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 it. I got 6 inches in and withdrew almost totally.
Caroline looked back over her shoulder and said breathlessly, "Come on, fuck my ass. Fill me up. Oh how I want your cock in my ass. Give me it all. Come on, fuck me, fuck my ass. Fill my ass with your spunk. Cum in my ass!"
It 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 have hurt when I hit the obstruction but she seemed to be over the moon.
I knew it wouldn't be much longer, in fact, I was amazed I had lasted that long. Sure enough I began to experience the gathering of feelings prior to orgasm. My whole being was centered on my cock 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 deep into Caroline's bowels. As I pumped, Caroline let out a long, "Aaaaaaaaaaaagh" and I could 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 it 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 ass-hole for my offering.
I finished cumming after five or six 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 then 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 ass, which had expanded to take my cock, closing gently. There was a little dribble of cum as I removed myself and it almost seemed like her ring was reluctant to let any escape. Slowly her ass 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 to her and, in that calm period immediately after orgasm, placed my arms around her and hugged her close.
"That was fantastic," I said truthfully. "Did you enjoy it?"
"It was out of this world," she said. "I don't think that I've ever experienced anything close to that feeling. I was like being filled 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 while the spirit is very willing, the flesh is weak. It'll 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, maybe five times, and then cum in her delightful derriere."
"I actually came six times, twice with you in my ass," 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 bathroom, 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 ass) 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 of 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 ass 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 the 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, your ass is designed for pushing things out, not for something to be put-"
"Yes," she interrupted, "but it was nice when you put it in."
"Shush you minx and let me finish," I chuckled. "Well, if there's something in your ass 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 ass," she said, laughing. "It seemed pretty expert to me!"
"Hush woman, and listen, some women I've known prepare for sex by ensuring they're empty there. Some gay guys I know, and I mean as friends-I only like female asses-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're more sensitive and experience more sensuality when completely empty. Some of the women I've been with have told me they used enemas. Those who were very sensitive in their ass 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 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 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 realized that I had been hard for nearly two and a quarter hours and only cum once; maybe there was life in the old dog yet. After lunch I took Caroline home and watched her swaying ass as she walked up the path to her door. I wondered whether I would have another go at making love to that delicious ass.
CHAPTER 2
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 ass was breathtaking.
I should explain that the one thing in a woman that really turns me on is her ass: those wonderful curves with that hidden valley between and the forbidden tunnel of love. I was an ass-man through and through-and did she have an ass! 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 that after we were introduced, I couldn't keep my eyes off her (or her ass).
Caroline is about 5' 9", with blonde hair (with the odd highlight) cut in a bob that 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 that (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 ass. Full, around, an almost perfect shape that jutted insolently. Her full hips flared in almost perfect proportion from her, with a not too thin waist. And she surely couldn't get jeans any tighter! With the lovely small dome of her stomach 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 IS 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 fucking 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 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 as 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." As she was wearing jeans as tight (if not tighter) than 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 ass. I must admit that I again was beginning to stare and become mesmerized by her beautiful derriere.
She must have felt my eyes on her but didn't seem overly bothered and, after about five minutes, I decided to speak up. I don't know what prompted it, 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 asked.
"None of my boyfriends have 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 ass is too big and my chest too small!"
"I think that you're just perfect: nothing's too big, nothing's too small." I laughed in response, surprised that she was actually flirting with me.
She smiled back 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 ass 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 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. It came out of the blue. She must have noticed my complete astonishment because she said, "Don't you want to?"
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's 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, the 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 apartment. 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. I wondered if she had had some bad experiences, but I didn't want to press it this early in the relationship.
Caroline was a good conversationalist. She was widely read and liked cinema and music so we had quite a bit in common. We talked for the whole lunch 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 ass. She was wearing one of those long, loose skirts that emphasize 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 it again, but she seemed a bit hesitant so I didn't push it. I supposed that I should have been thankful for one pleasant lunch with a pretty young girl. I didn't know until much later that she was hesitant because she had 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 that I'm free on Sunday if you want 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 spoiled 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 blonde 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 toward me and she said, "Because you make me feel important a real person. You're 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 my own age all they want to do is get into my pants 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 that had been and was growing all the time. It's 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 an ass, 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 jeopardize 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, emphasizing 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're 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) ass and see her writhing in pleasure beneath me. If I allowed my dark desires to surface I would 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 that realization 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 our short exchange she went rather quiet and I feared that I had upset her. I was always so conscious of not loosing her company, realizing how lucky I was. After a little while she perked up and we began to chat about many things, smiling and laughing together. God, it was heavenly to be with her.
As we drove back to her apartment 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 apartment 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 from her again so I was surprised to hear her voice.
"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 its 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" and 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 apartment, I couldn't wait to see Caroline. She came out of her door and down the path and looked like 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 that 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 especially 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 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?"
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 that she would even consider flirting with me. We hadn't really done it 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 until 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 didn't know whether that is what she wanted but it was a fact. I couldn't think of anything other than her delightful breasts and bouncing ass.
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 ass; an ass to die for. Dare I hope that the change in her behavior 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."
That 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 were 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 seriously. "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 realized 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-"
"I don't know what you mean," I interrupted a bit abruptly. I was worried about where she 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; it's such a great feeling that I didn't recognize exactly what it was. When you said that you would never treat me as an object and how beautiful I was I suddenly realized 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. I thought then that I might want to have sex with you. How would that be? What would it be like to go to bed with you?"
"Umm, err, 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, 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 realized what was happening, right? 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 realized our relationship had reached a crossroads 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. It's 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-"
"Caroline..." I started, fearing what she was going to say.
"Will you shut up? You men, 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 lose this girl, even for our lunchtime meetings and even if it never went any further. She must have realized 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.
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 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 too 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 and kissed. Hell it felt marvelous. 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 and she climbed the stairs. Walking behind her I was mesmerized by her beautiful ass. Would I have that today? I knew that the 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." She 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. Lying on the bed and 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 realized how important it was for her, it almost seemed as if she was giving me her virginity; those times before with various boys didn't count. This was something to be savored. 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 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 tits are too small and my ass 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 tits are or your ass is-you're beautiful. Anyway, your tits are perfect and anybody who says your ass is too big is either blind or stupid or both. It's absolutely perfect." 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 covered with 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?"
"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, and her lips again then my hand began its journey down her body. It stopped at her tits. 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 around and around 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 its soft curve that accentuated her beautiful rear and rested on her belly button. After twirling around and around 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 pussy, 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 pussy, 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 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 clit hidden in its little shroud, then rubbing down the length of her pussy. 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 in 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 the walls of her pussy 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 cock was really good, not enough for me to cum, but 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 toward 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." 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 pussy 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, too!
I began to kiss and lick her tits. All over them my tongue traveled, 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're 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 the 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. The 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 traveled down her chest and across the lovely soft curve of her stomach and lodged in her delightful little stomach button. I circled around and around 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 it 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 stomach and into her pubic hair. The taste was marvelous: 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 cat-like 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 clit with 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 pussy and flicking her clit. Each time I did, it elicited a little gasp from Caroline.
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 in between them then faced her beautiful femininity. I lifted her knees to give me even greater access to her and got my first sight of her delightful puckered little ass. Another visitation by the animal! My cock went rigid and I had this tremendous desire to fuck her. To thrust deep in that tight little channel without consideration. I could almost feel myself breaching her defenses, 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 ass-hole a bit later.
I moved my head down and began to lick her in earnest. Backwards and forwards, up and down, I licked, occasionally flicking her clit, sometimes rolling my tongue and fucking her pussy 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 centered on this exquisite pleasure park: the sight, the smell, and primarily, the taste. It was indescribable. I've heard the phrase "virgin's 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 awhile of tonguing, licking and sucking, I buried my face in her and put both hands underneath her ass, 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, fuck, 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, fuck, ooooooohhhhhhh," over and over again. It must have lasted a couple of minutes. I could barely breathe, I was held so tightly, 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 that was slowly retreating.
She released me and I moved up to lie 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 so 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!"
"Mmmmm," she said. "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.
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 'cause 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 it 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 it
"What 'different things to do'? I'm intrigued. She might have thought of something I haven't" I joked.
She colored 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." My heart was 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 ass. I've seen you looking at me 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 I think it's too big!. Well, when we were talking about today, Jo said that all men have a 'favorite part' of a woman. Something that turns them on. It might be legs, tits, ass, face, ankles, anything. She thinks that with you it's my ass." She looked at me, demurely, and said, "Is it?"
"Caroline, I like everything about you, but, yes she's right. I love the female ass 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 ass you might want to, err, urn, 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 ass. Do you want to?"
My heart leapt into my mouth, my breathing increased and I shot back to rock hardness as I pictured taking this lovely young woman in the rear. Pushing my cock past the tight crinkled ring of her ass 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 fuck 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 to, yes very much! Have you ever 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 realized 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're 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 had uttered. My feelings for her were becoming difficult to contain. They were sexual, of course, but there was something else. I put my arms around 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 perfectly formed ear. I needed to pull myself back from the brink. I wanted the 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 ass 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 ass 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 its owner why an ass is attractive! Anyhow here goes, your ass is so nice because it's proud. There's a lovely curve from your waist-"
"That's too big as well!" she interjected.
"To your hips. It gives you a nice curvy shape from the back, you know," and I made the soda bottle shape with my hands, "but what is really sexy is the way your ass juts out behind and then curves up to meet your legs. There's a lovely roundness to your ass cheeks that wearing 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'll 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 need to lubricate there; it can be very painful without a store-bought lubrication, which is sort of like petroleum jelly."
"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 leaned 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 favorite form of sex and with you it'll be fantastic because of your wonderful ass."
"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, "it's 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. fucking you with all my strength and power. Pounding your ass until it's raw, bleeding, and completely mine, until I'm raw and we're both screaming in agony/pleasure and I'm cumming in blood not spunk. Hell these thoughts could send a man mad but it wasn't reality.
"Not yet," I said looking down at her, "you've got to cum a few more times before you're ready for your first time."
She smiled at me sexily, sending shivers down my spine. "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 only semi-erect cock.
This is where I began so now I'll finish.
CHAPTER 3
I suppose that I knew I really liked him the second time we met. That was in Sarah's shop where I worked. I first met him at Sarah's house. I'd gone there to help out with a party she was having and Mike had dropped in with a message for her. Sarah introduced me to him and I could see that he was interested in me by the way he looked at me. That's what I noticed, I suppose, his eyes. They were sky blue with a hint of steely gray. They made me feel queasy inside when he looked directly into mine.
He said, "Hello, Caroline, nice to meet you," and gave me a big smile and fixed his eyes on me.
"Hi," I said. I couldn't think of anything else at that moment to say!
"It's always nice to meet an attractive young woman," he said, smiling again directly at me. I didn't think I was particularly attractive, dressed in my tight work jeans and old top but I don't often get paid complements so I smiled back at him.
"Thank you," I said and he nodded his head in response.
We didn't speak anymore, he was only there for about 15 minutes but during that time I could feel his eyes on me all the time and, once, I turned around and caught him looking directly at me, or should I say, my ass. I was close enough to see that his very expressive eyes were on fire and I wondered what he was thinking. I think that catching him like that rather embarrassed him and he blushed. I looked away. I suppose I was quite pleased at his interest and I was a little sad to see him about to leave.
As he said goodbye to Sarah, I flashed him a big smile, which he returned with interest. I suppose I flirted with him a bit. I'm not normally a flirt so I was quite surprised I had behaved in that way.
When I got home that evening Joanna was still up. She is almost like a sister to me and my friend. We've known each other for ages and, although she's three years older than me, we get on famously together. I'm nearly 21 by the way. For some reason I couldn't get this man Mike out of my mind. So I started to tell Joanna what had happened.
"Jo," I said, "I met a man earlier on."
"Don't you mean you met another boy" she said.
I should explain: I've had a bit of trouble with "boys." I've had lots of boyfriends, most of whom I've had sex with, none of whom gave me any pleasure. Most of them were also selfish, opinionated boors. So boys were not my favorite topic at the moment. Joanna had also had trouble with boys and men! She was fed up with their childish self-importance and premature ejaculation! She had had one fairly long but ultimately unhappy relationship with a guy in his late thirties and was of the opinion that older men were better but more dangerous!
"No, I mean a man," I said. "He's a friend of Sarah's. I think he's older than Steve (her older ex). He had the most wonderful eyes and he said I was attractive."
"Well, you are," she said, smiling.
"Oh, be quiet," I said. "He's the first man to ever say that to me."
"He sounds like the first man you've met" she responded. "Did you like him?"
"I don't really know. We didn't talk. I think he liked me, though."
"Why?"
"Because he couldn't keep his eyes off me-or my ass."
"I'm not surprised, in those jeans," she laughed.
Jo didn't wear tight clothes. She's quite different from me. In fact we're oppo-sites. I'm blonde with my hair cut in a bob. She's darker with a much shorter cut. I like nice clothes, expensive jeans, tops, that sort of thing. She wears dark stuff, loose, that hide her figure. I don't know why, she's got a much better figure than me. My tits are too small and my ass's too big. She's better proportioned. I often say to her that she ought to show herself off more but she doesn't seem bothered. I suppose that being a nurse and wearing a uniform makes her less concerned about clothes, and since breaking up with Steve she's got even worse.
She's also much more attractive than me. I'm pretty plain I suppose. I have got big blue eyes and a cute button nose but Jo has a much stronger face. I once saw a picture of Ava Gardner. Jo is the split image of her but with shorter and lighter hair.
It was quite late so we didn't say anything else and I went to bed. As I fell asleep I could see those blue eyes with a touch of gray following me around the room. It didn't feel too bad.
I didn't really think much more of it for the next week. He was just someone I met. He did make an impression on me, I must admit. I remembered his eyes and that he told me I was attractive. I don't get told that very often, only by Jo, and it always makes me feel good.
About a week later I was working away in Sarah's shop. She had gone out and left me alone for a while as it was a very quiet part of the day. Someone came into the shop and I looked up and saw that it was Mike.
He said, "Hi. I'm looking for Sarah."
For some reason my heart bumped a bit at seeing him again. He might have been nearly three times my age but he was quite attractive. He was tall, well over six foot I suppose (I'm five nine), well built without being fat, with a very open face and, of course, those lovely gray/blue eyes. Since all my problems with petulant boys I had found myself looking more closely at older men, wondering what it would be like to go out with one. I was sure it wouldn't be talking solely about football or cars, pushing their hands away, or being treated like an accessory. So, actually, I was quite interested in him.
I said, "Hello Mike. She's just gone out, probably be back in a few minutes."
He looked quite startled, "Hi Caroline," he replied. "I'm surprised you remembered my name."
I was feeling a bit perky so I decided to have a bit of fun, to flirt with him. As I said, I'm not normally a flirt but I realized I did rather like him, and anyway, it couldn't hurt to have some fun.
"How could I forget someone who so completely undressed me with his eyes?" I said, giving him a big smile.
He was really embarrassed. I knew he couldn't leave because he had to wait for Sarah so I kept looking at him with a big smile on my face. I wanted him to see that I wasn't angry about it. I was just playing, I suppose. He swallowed hard and answered me. He had picked up my playful mood as he said, "Look, Caroline, I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable but my plea in mitigation is that I hadn't seen anything as beautiful as you since the Mona Lisa in Paris."
I laughed. "I bet you didn't undress her with your eyes." I felt wonderful; he was the first man ever to call me beautiful! I knew then that I really liked him!
"She wasn't wearing jeans as tight as yours," he said and laughed.
I knew he was interested in my ass, perhaps it wasn't too big?
He seemed to have lightened up and was more relaxed with me. I pointed to a chair in the corner and said, "Why don't you have a seat? I'll just carry on." And I did but made sure that I gave him a show to remember! I managed to reach up high for everything, which then had to be put on the floor and vice versa. I was really enjoying myself. It was vampish really, showing myself off like that. I don't know what came over me. I'm not normally very forward with the opposite sex but he made me feel more confident somehow. I really can't explain it but I know I enjoyed myself immensely. I felt his eyes on me but it didn't bother me like when boys stared. I felt very sexy. I longed to know what he was thinking when he was looking at me.
I was quite surprised when he spoke. I was reaching up to a shelf with my back to him when he said, "Do you know, Caroline, that you're a very beautiful girl?"
My heart bumped into my mouth again-he called me beautiful. That was twice!
I turned to face him. "None of my boyfriends has ever told me that before," I said.
"Then they are either blind or stupid, or both."
I looked at him through my lashes; boy was I trying it on. I really don't know what came over me. I suppose I was fishing for more compliments when I said, "I don't think I'm very pretty; my ass's too big and my tits too small!"
"Well, I think that you're just perfect: nothing's too big, nothing's too small."
I wanted to go over and hug him. What was happening when I said, "I wonder what were you thinking when you were watching me just now. You seemed very interested!" Oh god, I was playing the vamp, I was trying to seduce him. I couldn't believe I was acting that way but I didn't want to stop. It was fun, I was really enjoying myself. I did desperately want him to tell me, although I was apprehensive about what I might hear. My question seemed to perplex him so I suspected he had been thinking something particularly interesting; little did I know how interesting, but that comes later.
He responded to my question hesitantly, saying, "I don't think I can do that Caroline, not here anyway and," and he added, seemingly as an afterthought, "certainly not until I get to know you better!"
Was he asking me to go out with him? I wasn't really conscious of the age difference. I think that it matters less to a woman than to a man, but he might have been.
"Take me to lunch tomorrow, then," I blurted out. Boy was I being forward. Jo will really tell me off, I thought to myself. The suggestion seemed to blow him out of the water; he looked absolutely astounded. I thought he might not want to. "Don't you want to?" I asked.
This brought him back to earth. "Want to" he said, "of course I want to. What red-blooded male wouldn't want to take you out?" Then he mentioned our age difference.
I said, "I don't really care. I quite like you. (Liar-I really quite liked him a lot!) You're the only man who ever called me beautiful and, anyway, I like older men." All my frustration with boys came to a head. "I'm fed up with silly boys who only think of one thing!"
I told him that tomorrow was my day off so we arranged for him to pick me up at II o'clock on High Street and he gave me his phone number. Sarah came back to the shop then, and Mike and her chatted for awhile before he left. He turned to look at me as he left and I flashed him my best smile.
When I got home that evening I couldn't wait to tell Joanna what had happened. I knew she would scold me for being so forward but I didn't care. She was on night shift so she didn't get in until late. I was waiting up for her with a glass of wine and supper. She flopped down on the couch.
"Oh Jo, I've got to tell you what happened today. I saw Mike again. You know, the man I told you about last week."
"The one with the eyes?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. Then I began to tell her all that had happened. All the way through she kept on interrupting with things like, "What?", "You didn't?", and "Bloody hell!"
When I'd finished telling her she looked at me and said, "It's a wonder you didn't take your pants off and lay on your back with your legs open!"
"Oh, Jo, it wasn't like that. It was a bit sexy but it was fun. I enjoyed doing it. I think that he did, too. We were playing. And he did say I was beautiful: twice!"
"Well I've told you often enough that you put yourself down. You're very attractive. You shouldn't get swept off your feet just because someone calls you beautiful."
"But it can't do any harm to go out with him can it? It's only lunch after all and I'm so looking forward to seeing how different it'll be."
"No, I don't suppose it can do any harm but be careful. He's a lot older than you; he'll have a lot more experience at getting a girl where he wants her so keep your head!"
"Well, I know he-likes my ass. He can't take his eyes of it so tomorrow I'll wear a skirt. Can I borrow one of yours?"
"Of course you can Lena, any one you want," she laughed. I don't have any skirts, you see!
Joanna had gone to work early the next day, a Tuesday, and I chose one her longest skirts. Although I'm just a little bit taller than her it fitted me quite well. It kind of hugged my ass before flaring out. I didn't feel very comfortable in it. I don't really like skirts, but I thought it might take his mind off my ass.
He picked me up on time and we went to a little pub in the country. I was a lovely day and we sat in the gardens having lunch. We talked a lot and laughed a lot. He was very funny. He was so polite and the way he looked at me, well I couldn't wait to tell Jo. He could talk about anything, even things he didn't know anything about! He told me later that you could talk about anything as long as you didn't say anything. I had to figure that one out! We had a lovely meal and some delicious wine. He knew quite a lot about wine, although he said he didn't. He was always modest about himself but I could tell that he was very intelligent and extremely well read.
It was a lovely lunch and I was sorry when it came to an end. I had to meet Joanna so he took me home about four. On the way back he asked me if we could do it again. I was a bit unsure. I knew I liked him a lot but I wanted to tell Jo about the day before making a decision. What was nice was that he didn't push me; a boy wouldn't have let me have time to think.
As I sat waiting for Jo I recalled the lunch. The more I thought about it the more I realized how much I had enjoyed it. When she finally arrived I explained to her what had happened.
"Hi, Lena," she said. "I'll just change and we can go." We were supposed to go on a major shopping spree. We did this together every now and then.
"How'd it go, by the way?" she asked. "Was he a dirty old man?"
"Oh Joanna, it was wonderful. Sit down and let me tell you about it. We can go out in a minute. I'll make some coffee while you change."
Off she went while I quickly rustled up some coffee and biscuits. When she came back she said, "OK, tell me all about it then. You obviously had a good time."
"Jo, it was so different. He was so polite. He was right on time to pick me up and the first thing he said was how lovely I looked."
"I think he's got you on that one," she laughed. "He knows how make you happy!"
"Ssshh, it was funny. I didn't know what was going on at first, he opened doors for me, he actually sat me at a table, you know, pulled the chair out, asked me to sit and pushed the chair in. No one's ever done that and he insisted on walking on the outside of the pavement! He said that he was sorry when he kept moving to the outside but he felt uncomfortable walking on the inside with a lady-me a lady!"
"That's just old-fashioned courtesy," she said, "lots of older men act like that."
"Oh I know, but it felt so good to be on the receiving end. I makes you feel so important, the center of attention. And I was the center of attention for the whole time. You know he actually listened to what I had to say. We talked about so much, not just football and cars. You know, like usual!"
"That's certainly an improvement. Did you actually find anything out about him?"
"Oh yes, he's divorced. From the way he said it, it happened some time ago. I think he's been on his own for quite a while. He's got a big house with an office and everything from where he works. He's got three daughters, all in their thirties can you imagine? And he's got grandchildren."
"How old is he?"
"He didn't say and I didn't ask. I suppose he must be in his mid-fifties. He didn't act like it though. Well I don't think he did. I don't really know how someone that age should act so that's a bit silly really. What I mean is it didn't feel as if I was with someone that much older. Do you know what I mean?"
"I think so. It was a bit like that with Steve. Because he treated you like a woman you treated him like a man and the age difference doesn't become so important. What did you talk about, sex?"
"Oh no, he never even hinted at sex. No double meanings, no sly touching. I forgot all about it!"
"It must have been an experience then, for you to forget about sex." She laughed and dug me in the ribs.
"Oh, you know what I mean. But Jo, it was his eyes. I don't know how to explain how he looked at me. He's got lovely blue eyes and he looked at me so softly. Oh that's not right. It's difficult to find the right words. He sort of worshipped me with his eyes."
"Poof! What a load of rubbish."
"No really Jo." I laughed at her. "He did. They sort of seemed to be saying I was beautiful. At least that's what I thought. It's so difficult to explain but it felt really good being the center of attention. Do you think I should see him again, if he asked me?"
"I think you should be very, very careful. He sounds charming but you never know. If you enjoyed yourself so much then, yes, see him again."
That made up my mind and we went off shopping. I phoned Mike later and told him how much I'd enjoyed lunch. I said that I was free on Sunday if he wanted. He did so we arranged everything.
Sunday went as well as Tuesday. The only thing that spoilt it was some disapproving looks we got from people. He asked if it bothered me. I said that I didn't care much what other people thought. We went out a few more times together and had a great time. He made me laugh, made me feel so important, the center of attention. I was really flattered.
For some reason I hadn't flirted with him at all since we had met again in the shop. I didn't know why (I realized later, though), but all that changed after the meeting on that Tuesday.
It was a gorgeous day, sun shining, birds singing, you know, really romantic. We were in the pub garden, in a secluded corner. We were lying on the grass, him on one elbow, and I stood up to look at a plant. As I turned to lie down again he looked at me in a way that made my heart flutter and my stomach go all funny.
"Caroline," he said, "why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be with people you own age, enjoying yourself?"
I looked at him quite sharply. Didn't he want to be with me? His eyes said he did.
He quickly said, smiling, "Not that I wouldn't rather have you here with me. I just wonder why."
I gave him both barrels, my eyes open wide, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Because you make me feel real, important. You're kind, you're polite and I don't feel threatened with you, you know. I feel safe. And," I gave him my biggest smile, "you're the only man who ever said I was beautiful!" That got him! As I was saying it, however, I was realizing something that I think I must have been hiding from myself.
"I'm not sure about the 'safe' bit," he said, laughing.
I smiled a big smile at him. "Oh I mean I know you want me. I can tell by the way you look at me. I don't mind, I suppose I like it, you know, it makes me feel important. But you don't push it." I went on to talk about boys and how juvenile they were, trying to feel me up. "You treat me like a real woman, you make me feel important individual, not some accessory to be used for sex. You're interested in me as well as my body." Did I really say that?
As I was saying it I was aware that there was a change taking place inside me. I suddenly realized that as much as I thought he wanted me, I wanted him! I don't know why but I hadn't thought of him in that way, but I suppose I must have subconsciously. I started to feel very confused.
"It's true," he said, looking at me with his powerful eyes. "I do want you. I don't think that any man in his right mind could fail to-"
"There you are," I interrupted, "you make me feel good, you complement me all the time. You make me feel beautiful, because you treat me that way!" I felt that I needed to return to safer areas. I was so confused, what was this wanting? Some powerful feelings were surfacing here and I was frightened of them. I suddenly realized that I hadn't really been very fair to him. It must have been so difficult for him all this time, and he had been the perfect gentleman. Had I just been leading him on? Oh dear, I really needed Jo to sort it out.
He reached out and gently touched my face. He'd never done that before, in fact he'd hardly ever touched me except 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 emphasized the important words and they hit me like soft hammers. He ended by saying, "You're 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 realized 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 gray turned them bleak. I nearly cried but I was so worked up with 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 night shift so I had the whole evening to sit and think. All I really did was sit, go around 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 realized that my behavior had hurt Mike and he didn't know why; that made me even sadder. 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 realize she fancies him? Surely you must have known how he felt about you. You keep telling me how he looks at you, and your ass."
"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 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 crying you dumb cunt," 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. 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 realized 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 out he was married; sex was so good."
"I know we'd 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 tits, some legs, some ankle, some ass, and that turns them on. Well, let's face it Lena, you've got a great ass," 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 an ass man."
"Yes, he's always said my ass was perfect even though I think it's too big."
"There you go," she said getting serious. "If he's that focused on your ass he'll probably want to have anal sex, 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? No, I've never done that," I said a bit shocked. "I didn't know you could. Have your 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 ass, I'll be surprised if he doesn't!"
I must admit the 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. 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 a 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 too 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 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 around, 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 it on the phone, though. 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 don't think that'll be too 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 didn't ask 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 with what went on earlier. I was enjoying myself.
I laughed. "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!"
Sunday was a long time coming. Jo and I spent ages talking about it, what I should wear, how I should 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 that time a little thought crept across my mind but I would have to wait and see how things turned out.
To emphasize my femininity I'd bought a brand new blouse, see-through, and a lovely little bra that just sat underneath my tits 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 wear a parity liner 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 way I always had it although Jo and I had taken extra care that morning.
"Yes, it's lovely," he said.
"What about this blouse?" I asked thrusting my small chest forward. "I got it especially 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 enjoyed 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 that 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 ass. 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. It's 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?"
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 then and I was beginning to panic. I'd been in control up to then 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 mean a cappuccino."
"Great" I said, "I'll wait here." That gave me a few moments to calm down. If it went on like that 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 begging for it. He came back about five minutes later with the coffee and sat on the sofa. I was back in control of myself so I 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 tits. He was really rattled again. I could tell because he was spilling coffee into his saucer. It was fun!
He looked directly at me again, fixing me with those soft blue/steely gray 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 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 his feelings. 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 toward the end of my explanation and 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 stomach (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 that 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 ass, 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 my 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 if I felt happiness, sadness, desire ... I couldn't say. I did panic just a bit. 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 a 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 marvelous, 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, which 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. "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 ass. I didn't mind a bit. Again a 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 bathroom's 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 on the 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 then do. 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, but 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 release. 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 ass. 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 ass's too big and my tits 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're beautiful, I've told you. I don't care how big your tits are or your ass is; you're beautiful. Anyway, your tits are perfect and anybody who says your ass 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 naked 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 his eyes were traveling down my body.
I could feel them!
I felt them move over my tits 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, "Ju 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 complete jelly in his hands.
I turned my head toward 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. 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, and 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 tits. He stroked them for what seemed like ages while we kissed. He went to the underneath part, 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, around and around in circles. I was in seventh heaven. I love my tits 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 traveled across my stomach and found my belly 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 pussy. 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 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 pussy. I was very wet by then and really couldn't wait much longer.
His boxers had somehow disappeared and I felt his erection on my leg. It felt enormous and I wanted it in me, so I pulled my mouth from his and 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 pussy 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 realized how close I was because he began to move over me. He had to take his hand away then and that gave me a moment's 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 guys; 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 cock and put it at the entrance to my pussy. It felt enormous! He moved the tip of his cock up and down the length of my pussy from the little hooded man at the top to my ass. 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, just a little way then out, then a little further in, then out, then a little further in, then out. It seemed to go on forever, 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 ass 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 cozy 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-centered 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, so I opened them and looked directly at him. I'd never done that before and suddenly felt very naked. "I want you to look at me. Do you like it? Look at me as you cum."
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 pussy contracted around his cock 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 cozy and nothing could go wrong.
"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 realized 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. 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!" 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 tits, "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 tits. I wondered what he was going to do. 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 tits, 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 tits are too small, I'm rather proud of the nipples. When they're hard they are iike little brown hazel nuts. He obviously liked them, his tongue circled around and around 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 stomach to my bellybutton. He circled around and around 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 rolled his tongue and he started to fuck my bellybutton 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 bell/button and started to kiss and lick down my stomach and he finally got to my pubes, which he gently pulled with his teeth. I could feel his tongue licking my hairs and expected him to move on to my cunt. He didn't! He moved right past 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 that I was so sensitive there. I opened my legs and he kissed all the way back to my ass. It was heavenly. I started to really motor, making louder purring sounds, "mmmmmm" as he continued to play around.
After a few minutes of he moved to my pussy. He started by running his tongue softly over it 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.
Next 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 realized he would be able to see my most private place: my ass. I felt a shiver of apprehension at what he might do but he started again to lick my very wet sex.
He was moving up and down with his tongue. Occasionally he would flick my clit, which was poking its head out, and sometimes push his rolled tongue into my pussy. 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 ass 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, fuck, 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, savoring, I suppose, the juices dispensed by my orgasm, then he moved up to lie 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 so good." I was completely relaxed and forgetting myself. "Much better than..." I suddenly realized what I was 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 but nobody else knew. "All right, much better than Joanna. There now you know."
He didn't seem 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!"
"Mmmmm," I said 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 other women, 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've 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' 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 blushed. I was going to mention my ass and the possibility of anal sex but I didn't really know how to say it. "Well, it's 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 ass." 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 it's too big!" He smiled. "Well, when we were talking about today, Jo said that all men have a 'favorite part' of a woman. Something about them that turns a man on. I might be legs, tits, ass, face, ankles, anything. She thinks that with you it's my ass." 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 ass 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 ass you might want to, err, urn, 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. It was obviously something he wanted very badly. I was certain 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 ass.
"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 ass." Then I took a deep breath and looked at him coyly. "Do you want tor
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've 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 realized 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're 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 "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 at the prospect of taking my anal 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 so 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 it's just as 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 ass," 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 ass and the prospect of taking my anal virginity. So I coyly gave him a full look and said, "Why is my ass 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 ass is attractive! Anyhow, here goes. Your ass is so nice because it's 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 soda bottle shape with his hands. "But what's really sexy is the way your ass juts out behind and curves up to meet your legs. There's a lovely roundness to your ass cheeks that wearing tight jeans accentuates. You don't know how hard it's 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 cock 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'll 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 naive I was then!
"Yes, you need to lubricate there; it can be very painful without a store-bought lubrication, which is sort of like petroleum jelly."
"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, it's my favorite form of sex and with you it'll be fantastic because of your wonderful ass."
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 it's too big?" I ended coyly.
"Minx," he laughed. "It's 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 my anal 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. I became conscious that he didn't seem to have had much pleasure up to then. If he was going to put his prick in my ass I wanted to know it.
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." I licked my lips provocatively and reached down to take hold of his slightly soft cock.
I enjoy sucking a cock. 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 learned 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" when he took me. I don't know why but it was intensely important that I had him in my ass; however, 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 jerk 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 ass 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 it's fun and they seem to love it, so I started to do this as well. My mouth was filling with saliva, 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 that 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.
"Jesus, Caroline," he said, "that's fucking fantastic. But not too much or you'll get a mouthful of spunk!"
Taking him from my mouth but still jerking it I looked up at him and said, "I wouldn't mind. I think I'd like the taste of your spunk!" Then I went back to sucking him. I really did want him to cum in my mouth. I'd forgotten about anything else after 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 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 ass 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 savor that beautiful ass up close."
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 ass, 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 me while his hands roved across my ass cheeks and stroked the tops of my legs. I didn't realize how sensitive that area was and began rising to a massive orgasm: number 3!
Then he reached up and parted my ass cheeks. 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 use it fully, coating the whole area with saliva. When he reached my ass, I nearly came. I didn't realize 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 ass 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 ass-hole.
He started to kiss and lick the area between my pussy and my ass-hole but he didn't touch my pussy just my ass. I was shuddering and making the strangest sound, pure pleasure, with my orgasm building. He then moved to my ass, holding my ass 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 that before. My orgasm was whirling around and around and, because it was the third, and it was focused on my ass, it felt different and was longer in coming-but what pleasure. I felt his tongue pushing past my tight ring like a very small cock, I suppose, and 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 ass-hole. 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 that what would a cock feel like? I started to move my ass back onto 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 ass?" I think he knew I was close and wanted to prolong it a little bit.
"Oh yes, it's a lovely feeling. Strange but lovely."
"What about my tongue? Do you like that."
"Oh, yes."
"What do you want now?"
That really got me. I let loose. I knew what I wanted. "I want you to lick my ass-hole, stick your tongue up my ass and make me cum. Please lick my ass. Stick your tongue in my ass-hole. Please!"
His hand left my nipple and he moved around directly behind me and between my legs, which he opened a bit more. He licked from the back of my pussy right across my ass and up the valley between my cheeks then he stuck his tongue past my ass and began to tongue fuck me there. I came, Jesus, did
I cum! I pushed my ass back into his face. My ass 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 until it reached my clit. Oh boy, did I want it 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 questioned.
"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 ass 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're 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 I wanted him there. That got me to wondering what it would feel like when he came in there. 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?" I gave him my innocent virgin look. I saw the fire flash across his eyes. I think he nearly took it then and there but he showed a control that I so loved him for.
"Anything you want, Caroline. What position is your favorite?"
Positions? "I haven't tried many positions as you call them. Although I've been with a few boys it's always been pretty much the same, me underneath, them on top." I giggled. "Fumbling around. With you it's been different, you think of me and my pleasure. It's a bit like some of the women's books that I read, you know, the romantic stuff."
He looked down at me and smiled tenderly and a little sadly. "Perhaps it's because I'm older," he said, "and a little wiser. Sex is about giving pleasure as well as taking. I get almost as 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 tits and gently tweaking my nipples, then a hand to my pussy and strokes back and forth 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, "it's all yours."
I'd never imagined sex could be so long, so exciting. I wasn't laughing. God I wanted him me so I straddled his hips and took hold of his rock-hard cock and guided it between the lips of my cunt. It felt marvelous so I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the head just entering me. "Oh, that feels so 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 forth 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 so good like this. I wish it could last forever."
"Turn around," he said, huskily. "I want to see that lovely ass of yours as you slide up and down on me."
Yes, that would be good so, without taking myself totally off him, I turned around and faced his feet. It was difficult to do the first time without letting him out; I got better later! I leaned forward and continued to slide up and down on his cock. It must have turned him on for he reached forward to play with the cheeks of my ass. I think if he had touched my ass-hole 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 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 realized that it wouldn't be long before I had yet another delicious orgasm. He must have sensed it because he completely covered me and with one hand started to tickle my clit while a finger on the other pushed into my still wet ass-hole.
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. Eight inches of cock in my pussy, a finger up my ass, 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 the final round was coming, he was going to take me in the back door for the first time! I couldn't wait! I didn't care whether it hurt, I liked it or whatever. I was going to do it.
I could feel his cock resting on my leg as he withdrew from my satisfied pussy so I knew he was ready. It was like a bar of iron. I turned facedown and awaited his pleasure. I wasn't frightened despite the size of him. I was sure he wouldn't hurt me intentionally but I realized that once we had started 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 ass in the air." I sensed from his change of language that he was really excited and I became a bit apprehensive about what I had let myself in for, but I'd promised myself I'd go through with it. 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 ass 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, 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 my ass cheeks, "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 ass and begin to work it around; it felt good. Around and around he went making me want something in there. Then something cold which caused me to gasp. "Are you OK?" he asked full of concern.
"It's cold!" I laughed and pushed back on his finger, which had just gently pushed inside my rectum. "Oooohhhhh that feels so 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 ass 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 much. "Oh yes." I thrust my ass back at him. "Stick your cock up my ass. Fuck my virgin ass. Please!" Then I felt him against the tight ring of my ass and my automatic reaction was to squeeze it tightly 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 cock head 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 ass to cling to his cock 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. It's 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 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 my pussy. 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 corns and I want more inside me? I wanted him to cum inside me, fill me with his spunk. He pushed a bit more. A sudden peak of pain disappeared slowly. I sighed and started purring. I could feel and orgasm building. 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 Tilled my ass. I also felt very full at that point, weird. I came to understand that anal orgasms were very different from pussy ones!
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 me so I began to move my ass off his cock. It hurt a bit but I continued despite the soreness. This prompted him to almost completely remove it. I almost screamed, "Don't take it out" when he drove 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 ass. Fill me up. Oh how I want your cock in my ass. Give me all of it. Come on, fuck me, fuck my ass. Fill my ass with your spunk. Cum in my ass!" I'd thrown caution to the wind; there was no turning back. He was going to fuck my ass properly!
That was his green light. He began to pump my ass 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 that caused me to clench my rectal muscles on his cock. I didn't want it to leave my ass 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 ass, 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 marvelous until he pulled his softening cock out. I didn't want it to go but it had to. I felt my ass begin to close on the thin dribble of spunk I could feel oozing from inside me. He surprised me then: he leaned forward and licked my closing ass, soothing the little sore ring and sucking his own spunk and whatever else from my tender ass-hole. I sighed and lowered my body to the bed, spent, Satisfied. I liked it, wanted it again.
He moved to lie next to me and hugged me close. "That was the greatest sex I've ever had. You've got a tremendous ass," 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 because I was a bit sore and might not have enjoyed another session. I certainly wanted to experience it again, however.
He laughed and pointed down. "I'm sorry darling, but while the spirit is very willing the flesh is weak. It'll be a while before I'm fit for anything. It's 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 cumming in her beautifully tight ass-hole."
"I actually came six times," I giggled. "Twice with you in my ass. 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. "I must go to the bathroom, back in a minute." I returned a while later having cleaned up and lay beside him.
"Mike," I said, "can I ask you a question?"
"Of 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? It's just that when I think of you in my ass 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 the 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, your ass is designed for pushing things out, not for something to be put in."
"Yes," I said, "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 ass waiting to come out then anything trying to get right in won't be able to."
"Oh," I said then I realized 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. 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 ass," 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're empty there. Some gay guys I know, and I mean as friends," he added, laughing, "I only like female ass, 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're clean and are more sensitive when completely empty. Some women I've been with have told me they used enemas. Those with very sensitive asses 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 timer
"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 feel like you did today. I can't wait for next week!"
He smiled at me, hugged me and said, "Come on, let's have a shower together."
And we did.
Afterwards we sat and talked until late afternoon when he drove me home. We laughed, kissed, and enjoyed each others' company. It was a great way to finish a wonderful day.
CHAPTER 4
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 that clung to my ass and hips before flaring out, really accentuating the shape of my ass, plus boots with 2-inch heels. The whole outfit was a soft scarlet in color. I knew that Mike's favorite color for clothes on a woman was scarlet so I thought he would really like it. Underneath this I wore a thong in scarlet and pantyhose (something I never normally wear). I felt so 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. "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 a panty liner to put in my thong as I was getting wet thinking about today and him in my ass. I had a plan. I had longed all week for his cock to remain in my ass 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 ass 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, 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, Caroline, bella sei tu." Oh god, I melted in his arms and kissed him back hard. 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 stomach and I reached down to touch it but he stopped me. "Turn around," he said huskily.
I turned and realized what he wanted. His cock, 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 ass 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 ass. 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 stomach and moved to my tits. 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, traveling down my body, his fingers began to stroke my pussy, lifting the thong and probing my cunt. One finger found my erect clit and began to stroke it. It 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, stroke me, anything, anything at all. How dangerous that feeling really was I found out later that day but then all I wanted was him. My tongue licked at the dribble of pre-cum on his prick, greedily pulling it in to taste. Then my mouth engulfed the head and began to suck. He went still and held my head quite tightly. He was about to cum but was controlling it. After a moment he pulled my head off 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? I had 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 ass and began to lick my puckered little ass to my erect clit. My orgasm arrived suddenly as hi: tongue pressed into me at the entrance to my ass. He again made a small prick with his tongue, which he used to fuck me in the ass as his fingers reached forward and squeezed my clit then pushed into my soaking wet sex. All I was able to do was to push my ass back into his face and mumble, "Yes, oh yes! Keep your tongue there please." And I had to say it: "Keep fucking my ass with your tongue. Deeper, please!" He did. He managed to push his tongue even further past the tight ring that was 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 ass. Then he licked the inside of my legs at the top before putting his mouth on my cunt 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 cock head touching my sex. He took hold of himself and began to stroke himself along my pussy, touching my clit and getting the head wet with my cum juice. He's going to put it in my ass, 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 cock across my perineum and stopped at my tight rosebud. Oh it felt so big but I wanted it. He pushed into my ass 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, and then withdrew, moving it back to my cunt where he pushed the head in. What was happening? Where was he going to put it? My tension was unbelievable; he was obviously doing it 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 pussy and began to move 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 ass 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 ass back but he held my buttocks so I couldn't move. I had 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 ass, trying to force him in, oh hell, I wanted him in me all the way!
Then he left my ass and I felt it drive 6 inches into my pussy. I was so surprised it was bloody marvelous. I came and drove myself back 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 ass and then inside. It 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 leaned on my back and whispered hoarsely, "Kiss me!" and I turned my head and found his mouth. One arm went underneath my stomach 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 pussy 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 ass again today.
He pulled his softening cock 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 marvelous, 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 sounds 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.
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 lathering me all over. I felt really good. He stood to one side of me and with one hand 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 tits all over and that 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 massage my ass while his right hand was caressing my stomach.
"You've got a beautiful stomach," 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 and having difficulty standing; my legs got wobbly.
"Put your arm around my neck," he said. "It'll help." It did.
Then both his hands moved lower. He found the crease of my ass and at the front he found my mons and my pussy. He started to soap both but his middle fingers seemed to find a way to stimulate both my ass-hole and clit as they went past. I don't think it was an accident! My legs were weak and I had to lean on him but he didn't seem to mind. He continued to play with me for a while. I felt soft, warm, loved, and hot. There was an orgasm on its way! He began to slightly push his finger into my ass-hole and into my pussy. Slowly more finger was gently forced in. 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 ass-hole and cunt at the same time.
"Oh, that's bloody marvelous. Keep on doing that. Ooooooohhhhhhh."
"Kiss me Lena. Give me your mouth and tongue."
I turned again and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Then he pushed his back. Oh dear, there 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 pussy and clit. "Oh, yes, bloody hell. Fuck oh yes, bloody hell." I moaned as he continued to finger me. My legs had gone completely and I was being supported by my arm around his neck and his hands, with the middle fingers inside me, holding me by the ass and cunt. 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 onto 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 choices. We sat eating lunch, talking, and drinking his excellent wine, enjoying each others' company. Afterwards we sat in the lounge finishing the wine and talking. I was lying 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've been divorced."
He didn't seem bothered by the 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's financially secure, so am I, so things were quite peaceful as divorces go. She married another 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 marvelous? 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. "It's an 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. That was what I liked about us; we could talk about these things without getting muddled and in a state."! 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, 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 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 up a bit then went into the bedroom naked. He was lying 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 a 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 cock hard enough for him to jerk away.
"Hell, Caroline, you'll bite it off!"
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. That 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. His eyes were steely gray with golden flashes. I'd never seen that 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 pussy. 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, just a drive deep into my sex, right up inside my pussy and into my womb. I screamed and came. I looked into his eyes, smiled and reached for him. Our kiss was passionate and hard, no tenderness. 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, to taste him, his blood, his body. He was pummeling away in my pussy, gloriously deep. I knew he wouldn't cum yet so I could go on having orgasms forever. 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 stuck out my tongue. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me, hurt me, fuck me, hurt me." I didn't realize 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 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 sticking my tongue out 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 and sticking my tongue out. He leaned 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.
He suddenly pulled his cock out. "Turn over," he ordered. There was no tenderness, just animal desire. "I want your ass!"
I turned over and stuck my ass in the air. Although my pussy was sore from his furious screwing and my nipples still hurt, I wanted him in my ass as well. 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 ass. Luckily some of the lube I'd used getting ready was still there and he was very wet with my cum juices. My ass 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 ass really hard. "Open," he said in a strange voice, "open up. I want that ass-hole." Unfortunately the smack actually caused me to clench my ass shut so he hit me again. It hurt but 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 it to me. I realized 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 ass, both hands hitting both cheeks. "Open up, you cow," he said. "Give me that ass." It bloody hurt! Smack, smack, smack. After half a dozen I turned my head to him, smiled and said, "Fuck my ass, you bastard" and stuck my tongue out at him.
He put his cock at my ass 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, no preliminaries I suppose. At halfway he stopped for a moment, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "More, bitch?"
"Oh yes, give me all of it. Fuck my ass, you dog."
And he did, all 8? 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 ass-hole, 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 ass. 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 ass-hole for a while then he reached down and pulled my legs together and pushed me flat on the bed, all the while continuing to fill my ass. It was a different angle. His cock was banging into the walls of my rectum, bruising me. It hurt even more but I loved it.
"Oh yes," I shouted, "fuck my ass, bury your cock in my ass. Can't you fuck me harder, bastard?" He continued to pound into me, deep and hard. It was really hurting 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 pussy, 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. 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 ass 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 leaned forward to kiss me. I bit his mouth then I held him and bit his shoulder so deeply I tasted blood. I scratched his back deeply as my pleasure mounted. He yelped and pulled away. Again he started on my nipples, pulling, tweaking, flicking. Then on my pussy, 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 ass felt stretched and extremely painful. My nipples were sore and bruised and my pussy was on fire. I looked at Mike, bleeding scratches across his chest, bite marks that had drawn blood on his shoulder, 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." I started to cry gently, resting my head on his unbitten shoulder.
"Let's shower," he said gently and helped me into the en-suite. I was finding it difficult to stand, my ass-hole was so sore. We lathered 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, and 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 around and touched my ass. 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 that. The trouble was I had enjoyed it while it was happening, although it hurt so much but I really wanted our sex to be like the first Sunday: kind, tender, fun.
He put some of my anesthetic gel on my ass and it felt a little better but 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, toweling each other, trying to find the tenderness of our earlier trysts.
We got dressed and went downstairs where Mike had made us coffee. My ass 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. "Shhhh," he whispered softly in my ear. "It'll be all right."
"But will it? What happened to us?"
"Well," he said, "I'm no expert but I can give you an honest to goodness explanation as I see it. I think that every one of us has a hidden area deep down that 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 cock. I'm afraid I could have really hurt you, 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 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've had."
"It'll be difficult but I never want 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 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." 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.
"Of course you can," I said. "I can't wait."
I hobbled up the path (without wiggling my ass for him, it hurt too much), turned and blew him a kiss. He drove away. I hoped he would be all right. Jo opened the door and 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 ass 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 ass is very sore, so are my nipples and my pussy." Her eyes flashed fire and something else I didn't recognize.
"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 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 the coffee and a glass of brandy, which I downed in one go followed by some gulps of coffee. It 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 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 tears and bringing Steve up was not fair. 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 ass 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 ass-hole."
"Did you see any blood afterwards, on him, you know, his cock or anywhere else?"
"No, only lube and cum," I managed a weak laugh, "lots of cum. He seemed to go on forever 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 ah'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 around and let me look at your ass."
"It's very sore at the entrance," I said, "it feels stretched." She touched my ass gently and I jumped, "Ow that hurts."
"You're very red there. He's 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 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 ass and then her finger probed my ass-hole. There was no pleasure here, though secretly, deep down, I wanted to feel pleasure from Jo doing it. I would have to explore anal sex with Joanna in the future. You see what a sex crazed minx I can be! With an ass that had been pounded into submission and hurt like hell I could still think of having sex with Jo. Oh well, c'est la vie!
The further insertion of Jo's finger broke my reverie in spades. "Fucking hell, that hurts," I shouted and jerked my ass away.
"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 ass-hole. "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 suppositories that that bastard Steve gave me after our first anal experience. They're an anesthetic 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 ass 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, 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. Afterwards Jo made me some hot chocolate and we both went to bed. Despite everything I slept quite well, although I was worried about whether Hike would come on Tuesday.
CHAPTER 5
I didn't go to work on Monday. I phoned Sarah and said I wasn't well, which was true. I could hardly walk as my ass 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, the cream that Jo had given me worked well, and my ass-hole began to feel better using the suppositories. I wondered what sex there would feel like after that experience. The first time had been so good and, even that violent experience had been enjoyable in a strange way. I think I was going to come to enjoy anal sex, and I still wanted to feel him completely inside me 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 thinking of him in my ass while Jo was at work.
Tuesday came and he must have been early because I was still getting dressed (skirt again, 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're 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 around."
"Lena, it's okay. It doesn't matter."
"Mike, you fool, of course it matters. Turn around."
His back was covered in even more scratches than his chest. We could see about twelve or thirteen separate lines some of which 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 recognized 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'm 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 something on these scratches and bites. Have you put anything on them?"
"No, just kept them clean," he said.
"Okay come into the bathroom."
"It's okay 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 sterilize 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." I kissed him gently.
"It doesn't matter, Lena, it's you who's 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 toward him were 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 apologize 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 apologize anymore, it's past, over, it'll 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 and 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 careful putting the cream on: He was very tender. Then I did 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 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 assumed it 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 that 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 a three-year 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 my two stepbrothers had planned (to capture me when my mom was out and rape me), I ran away.
Jo took me in and, when my stepfather tried to get me back, her father (who had been a solicitor's clerk) wrote some letters and managed to get them to back off. I moved in with Jo in the apartment her parents had bought for her when she went to college. From that day on Jo has been a mother/sister/lover and 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 ail 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 ass at all. Although it still hurt I longed for his tongue there to ease the soreness. He moved over my body with this tongue, from my tits to my pussy, concentrating on my clit that, thankfully, had recovered from its previous battering. He was very gentle with my nipples, licking and sucking oh so tenderly but something was missing; he seemed to have lost the passion of our first time together. He was too controlled; 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 or last Sunday morning and he came very quickly. He didn't seem to want to prolong the sex like before.
I didn't say anything to him. I assumed 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 ass I had recovered okay. 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, which he seemed happier with. I think he was trying to adjust to the changes in our relationship. I realized 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 didn't see 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, 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 thinking of ending it? I certainly hoped not as I was becoming increasing fond of him, and not only for the sex. He was 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 didn't sleep well that week waiting for Sunday to come around. In fact, by the end of the week I'd convinced myself that he wouldn't come and was in a foul mood by Sunday morning, on edge waiting for his arrival.
As usual he was on time: 10:30 am. I felt an enormous sense of relief when I saw him that I almost shouted for joy. I rushed into his arms and he hugged me tight and kissed me. Then he suddenly controlled himself and was gentler. OA dear, I thought, he hasn't got over it yet.
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 ass up the path to his front door. I could feel his eyes on me and it felt good. I was completely healed and longed for the feeling of his cock in my ass again, though not as 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. I don't usually wear much (which he seemed to like) but that day I had used more, trying to turn him on, I suppose. I was also wearing Jo's scarlet outfit: a long skirt that fell off the hips with a scarlet bolero blouse that disguised the fact that my tits are too small. I had her boots on as well.
"I missed seeing you as well. Did you have a nice trip?"
"It was okay 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 realized that he was very much on edge. 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 realized: 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, I ... like you Caroline, you know that don't you?"
Whatever he was going to say, he 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 ass for some reason the mood didn't seem to be right so I thought it better to wait until after lunch and not be so forward. 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 why they broke up. He said it would be better if I waited until she was able to talk about it. We continued to chat away about lots of things but I felt that he was restrained and not as 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 knew he liked it so I thought it would be a good way of getting him started. All through lunch I had caught him looking at me in the same way: desire tempered by despair. 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 IS minutes to get ready," and planted a big kiss on his lips.
When I came out of the en-suite he was lying 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. 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 around my ass and pulled me to him. This buried his face in my tits and he began to kiss between them. I pushed him back on the bed and lay next to him, kissing his face, mouth, and 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 tits 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.
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 pussy, 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 ass. He hadn't touched it last week. I suppose he thought I was still sore, but I was fully healed that day and wanted him there. In fact, I wanted him everywhere: in my mouth, pussy and ass.
As his hand wandered over my pussy I started to feel my orgasm building so I whispered, "Make love to me, please. I want you inside me, gently, slowly, please."
He moved over me and placed his erect cock at the entrance to my sex. The look on his face was one of 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 okay, please put it in me. I want you so much."
He started to move his cock 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. It was a wonderful feeling; as I started to come down from one orgasm another began, caused by the lovely pillar of flesh entering me. He was very slow and gentle, going halfway in then pulling out then a bit more, just like the first time. The stimulation on my clit was out of this world. He was finally totally inside me. 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 ass cheeks; 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 loved 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 pussy. 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. 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 amazing 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 happens 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 child-like 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'll 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's no way I'll end our relationship. I enjoy being with you too much for that. If I can put it behind me, you should be able to as well."
He moved away and looked me straight in the eye. "You're a very strong woman, Caroline, and I'm very lucky to have found you." Then he kissed me, tender and loving. He seemed over it. Pulling away from the kiss he said, "Stay tonight, please."
I hadn't yet stayed with him overnight; no particular reason. He hadn't asked and, if he had, I probably wouldn't have because of Jo. At that time I didn't want her to feel as if she was being sidelined, but that night she was at work and I would only see her for an 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 up to me. "I certainly hope so."
We cuddled for a while then 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 ass, "or at least try!"
"Knock on my door anytime," I said as I planted a kiss on his lips.
"I know," he said. "Let's 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'll 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 okay."
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.
"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'll be surprised that you're 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, five 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 very sure of themselves. When they see you they'll be like bees around a honey pot." He looked at me and smiled. "And what a honey pot so don't expect much peace. They won't go too far but expect to get that beautiful ass 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 realized, I think, that he was "exposing" me to some young men and was suddenly worried.
"Don't be silly," I said, emphasizing the last word. "I'm 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!"
We then 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 before dinner and he could catch up on the family news. He explained that he had known the children all their lives so he was treated almost as an uncle. In fact Guy had lived with Mike for three years after the divorce while he went to college.
The restaurant was in a secluded part of 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 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.
When I was introduced as Mike's friend she greeted me with a raised eyebrow that obviously asked the same 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. It was going to be an interesting evening! 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'e 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."
It 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 seen. 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, although she was dressed rather plainly, probably due to being in the kitchen.
She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he said to her, "Ciao Maria, tu sei bella, bella!"
"Grave, zio," she said in his ear. The look on her face as she held him told uncounted stories, desire, sadness, need, and passion. I was so interested in what was going on I almost missed the introduction.
"Maria, questa donna e Caroline, la mia arnica nuova."And he put his arm around me to clearly indicate what sort of friend. It brought a change in her manner and she seemed slightly frosty as she said hello and I wondered again what was going on.
Then Mike said, "Where's Silvio?" to which came 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 the little boy, then at Mike who, by that 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 the (almost family) reunion we all went back into the restaurant where we had some aperitifs. I was introduced to an interesting Italian drink, punt e 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 met. I worried that Mike might be upset about it but he seemed to enjoy their attempts to chat me up and I certainly loved all the attention; it made me quite horny and I couldn't wait to get back home. Strangely enough, I didn't feel any attraction toward 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 ass. I was quite surprised and shocked, but then Mike walked across and rather sternly said something to him that caused him to blush, come over to me and apologize profusely. After that they knew for certain that I was Mike's and not available.
The meal was absolutely marvelous. I could see why the restaurant was so expensive and popular. Throughout the meal there was a constant chatter as the family caught up with everyone's events over the week. I've noticed over the years on my visits to Italy with Mike that Italian families tend to do this no matter what have one major meal with the whole family together. We've tried to do this as well. It's so nice.
Throughout the meal I was made to feel welcome. Even Maria, who had begun rather frostily, started to treat me like a sister. I caught her looking at Mike on a couple of occasions and she blushed when I noticed. I think she knew that I suspected something.
When we got back to Mike's house he asked me, "Well, Lena, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Oh yes, they're a wonderful family and-"
"Come on," he interrupted, "let me show you my new toy!"
As he led me upstairs, I thought. New toy? What's he on about? We went into the bathroom, which was separate from the bedroom. 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 this," he laughed. "It's as close as we can get to a real hot tub in this country. It's got a jet massage and everything. Should we try it out?"
I was impressed and 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" and "Take me to bed." He gently smacked my ass 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 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 he said suddenly, "You think he's mine, don't you?"
"Well..." 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 that was obviously so important to him, to share his 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 a story that changed my feelings for him from liking him to much, much more.
Some nine years ago, on an autumn evening 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 the father was, and he was absolutely shocked to hear Bernardo say that he was. Both of them were devastated and in tears, explaining that they had come to him as their Uncle and the only person they could turn to.
Never the prude, although still shocked nonetheless, 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 test 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 that. 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 that mixed with her juices. He swore he had never entered her, that they hadn't really done anything wrong, although he eventually realized that 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's 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."
"I haven't been with a man," she had 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 should we do? This will kill father and destroy our family. I'll do anything!"
"Well," Mike continued, "we discussed an abortion but it 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"
Hike had gone off into the kitchen to make more coffee and to think. There he had come up with a plan that, when I heard him explain it, made my heart go out to him. He would say that he was the father and had seduced Maria one day after his divorce. He explained the plan to the two youngsters.
"This is what we'll say," he said to them. "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 Haria 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 had protested, saying that Silvio would kill him or do something terrible. Hike agreed but said that it was better than Silvio finding out the truth. Mike hoped their friendship would stay Silvio's hand. He asked Bernardo to stand up for him and try to mend the friendship that would surely be broken. 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. Hike felt that her parents had to be told as quickly as possible so he arranged to meet Silvio and Gianna, with Haria, the next evening. Gianna would obviously sense something was wrong in the meantime so Hike suggested Haria stay with a friend overnight Thus a momentous evening ended.
I said to Hike, "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 if they had found out? Even if they believed the innocent event."
"Can you actually get pregnant like that?" I asked.
"Yes, most certainly. At that age she was really fertile and in the middle of her cycle, the most fertile time. At his age, he was about twenty then, he was manufacturing sperm like no tomorrow." He laughed. 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're very strong. I don't believe that he actually had 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 realize 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 it 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 Hike, 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 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 that 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 practiced 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, tome 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's 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. The older family members would know I was the father but it would be hidden from the child 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 once the initial problems had been overcome. I was relieved to find that, with the exception of Guy, the family accepted me back into its 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 while 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 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. I needed to tell him what I suspected. "Do you imagine 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 lining up at her door."
"Well, you know what I mean, she's family! I've never thought of her like that."
"Does she have a boyfriend?" I asked, suspecting the answer.
"No," he said. "She has lots of offers and always had, but she's never taken anyone up. Do you know I think that she's 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. 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 were supposed to have done with her, and she was an innocent virgin. Can't you see how she might feel about that?"
"No, not really. Am I being dense?"
"No denser 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?"
"Mmmmm..." He was very thoughtful.
"Look," I said, "I'd like to meet with 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 realized what I was saying. "Caroline, you are a Machiavellian [I'd have to look that up] 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're right. Then, I suppose, try to talk her out of it."
Yes, that's one option, but I don't think that she'll go for it. You don't pine for a man for nine 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 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 ten 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 ass at him. "Well," he said, "after seeing you she'd want to become 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. "Tu sei una bella donna, mia amata, bella," he whispered in my ear then he kissed me hungrily on the lips. I missed the middle part of what he said and was going to look it up but forgot. It 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 ass, and 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. 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 ass off you, is it?"
He laughed. "I humbly apologize, yes, you're quite right. You've got a beautiful mouth." Then, suddenly serious, he said, "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. I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my hands, measuring it like I'd told Jo I would; it was two hands full and a rather large mouthful. I put my mouth over the head and started to gently suck while I probed with my tongue into the tiny hole that delivered his cum. I love doing that and it prompted a small discharge of pre-cum that I savored before swallowing. The essence of him made me feel terribly sexy. Swallowing it and his cum (a lot of which I did later), seemed to reaffirm 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."
After doing it for a while I thought I'd swallow it all so I leaned 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 eight inches of hardness in your throat I suppose one could swallow an even bigger load but Hike's is the biggest I'd had up 'til then. I began to get into the rhythm of throating him, breathing on the out then swallowing 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 marvelous."
I smiled at him and licked my lips. "I can't 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 cock to my sex, rubbing the head against my lips and clit before sinking myself onto him. I could feel his proud cock spreading the lips of my pussy, already very moist from the excitement of sucking him, and they opened to accept his hard presence. Halfway in me he 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 leaned back, took my weight on my arms and continued to bounce up and down. My orgasm had been on the way when I first put him in, and suddenly it arrived, washing over me as his erection reached deep inside. I looked at Mike and he reached for me. I leaned 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 totally subdued as my orgasm passed. We rolled onto our sides and he withdrew from me, finally lying on one elbow, looking down at me. He gently moved my hair from my eyes and, smiling, stroked my hair and my lace before kissing me. It was tender and loving. I almost loved him then but was still confused about my feelings. It's always a bit like for me just after an orgasm but, especially after the events of the last two weeks 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 was hoping he wanted to cum in my ass because I really wanted him to.
He continued to look down on me with affection in his eyes then he kissed me gently on the lips and eyes before moving down to use his tongue to stimulate my nipples. Needing no extra work, they 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 dragged 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 two weeks before, and I knew where it could lead. That night he was firm but gentle. I had no fear that he would get carried away, because his manner was light-hearted and tender.
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 tits he said, "Turn over, Lena," and motioned me to turn facedown and I wondered what was going to happen. It is so exciting to not know what is coming next. He didn't do anything for a while, just knelt beside me looking down. He told me later that he loves looking at me like that: my long back curving down to my waist, then the blossoming (his word) of my ass into its wonderful full shape and the cute way in which my cheeks join the tops of my legs.
He began to stroke my back from shoulder to ass, softly, gently running his fingers across my body, sending shivers up and down my spine. Then his hands fluttered across the cheeks of my ass and began to gently massage them. He opened my legs more and moved between them, which heightened my excitement because he could do almost anything from that position. I knew that I desperately wanted him deep in my backside. I wanted to feel him totally inside me, not in anger and pain, but gently with tenderness and care. He leaned forward and began to stroke my shoulders and back. As he did so I could feel his erection resting on my ass 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 after a while and started to kiss my lower back before moving down to kiss the cheeks of my ass. He lifted his head. "Kneel, Lena," he said hoarsely and lifted my hips from the bed. I knelt and he pushed my legs apart, opening me completely to him. I could feel his breath on my ass and pussy. It was driving me mad. What was he going to do? I soon found out as he pressed his tongue on my ass 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 ass. I felt his hands on each cheek and his thumbs on each side of my ass 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 ass. 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 it 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 cock: his tongue was sending me mad. I don't know how many small orgasms I had. Eventually he stopped and moved to my pussy.
Again he pulled open me open, exposed my 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 yes," over and over again interspersed with the occasional, "Don't stop!" He did! His tongue was replaced by his hard erection slowly but steadily entering my pussy. 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 that got slowly until he was almost leaving me before driving back in. Then he started moving side to side every time he pulled back, increasing the feeling of being penetrated. Suddenly I felt something cold on my ass: lube. 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 past the tight ring and began to move it in and out in rhythm with his cock. I couldn't take it for long. I came, shouting out loud, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me," and ending with a loud, "Yes, aaaaggggh-hh," 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 pussy and, after a few moments in which he must have apply lube, he withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his cock. Pushing gently past the initial resistance of my ass he was soon halfway into my dark passage. I could feel his cock-head pushing apart the walls of my rectum as his cock 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 leaned 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, and 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.
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 ass. This allowed another half inch of him inside me, the big bit at the base which really stretched my ass. 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. Eight and a half inches of stiff cock stuck up your ass-hole. How does it feel?"
I could tell talking was turning him on. "It feels fucking great. I never realized how good all your cock could feel in my ass. Are you going to fuck 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 with small strokes 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 ass to hold me against him as we kissed. 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 ass with cum! Aaaaggghhhh!"
I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me and then the spunk hitting the inside of my rectum. It was warm. I could feel his cum more in my ass than in my pussy. It's more sensitive in the back door, I suppose. He kept thrusting in and out of my ass trying to get even deeper, his cum providing lubrication, making his cock slide with ease. My orgasm arrived as he spurted into me and I started to squeeze him with the muscles of my rectum, pinching him, milking him, which 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 so I clenched my ass tightly so he couldn't get out and rolled sideways. He had no choice but to come with me and we ended up in spooning with his cock still 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 onto 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 leg up and moved down to lick my back door, gaping from the attention of his sizeable member. I couldn't believe what he was doing! I felt his tongue gently laving my ring, reaching inside and caressing the walls of my ass-hole, at the same time licking up his spunk and my pussy juice. Then he moved up and kissed me with a mouthful of it 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 so I just said, "Mike, yes, it was fantastic for me as well but now I must go to the bathroom," 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. My feelings for him were becoming more than just a sex partner. Where was this heading? (Of course, I'd have known if I heard properly earlier but I missed 'amata')
He gave me a pair of his pajama 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 ass, which caused my small tits 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 thirty years younger," he said, "then I'd throw you on the bed and go another 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 many!"
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 the night to end but he was right. So we got into bed and I went to sleep cuddling him.
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 into a shower, dried off and dressed. When I got downstairs breakfast was ready: bacon and eggs, toast, fruit juice, the works.
"Must feed a growing girl," he said. "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." I pouted at him, causing a great guffaw from him.
"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 around," 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 gotten Maria's phone number off Mike so later that morning I phoned her from work.
"Hello Maria, it's Caroline." She seemed to not remember me. "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 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, "Err, I don't know, what-"
"I really wanted to talk to you," I interrupted, sensing she was going to refuse, "about our favorite subject." That should stimulate her interest.
"I don't understand, what do you mean, 'our favorite subject'? " she asked with a degree of agitation. I think that she had a suspicion of where I was going. 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," she replied reluctantly, "all right But I don't really know what you're talking about!"
I mentioned a good cafe in town and we arranged to meet at midday on Tuesday. The conversation finished with a 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 the part 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 someone out of a lingerie 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 cafe. We ordered salads and drinks and passed the time with very stilted small talk that only became friendlier when I began to talk about her son. She was obviously not happy about us 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 about 'our favorite 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 favorite 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, urn, I, err, 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 favorite subject's 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 night shift so the apartment was empty, "Well, if you won't talk about it here how about coming back to my place and talking about it?" I flashed 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 suppose 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 have been difficult for her. I tried to help her make a 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 help her make up her mind and she nodded, "Yes."
"Come on," she said, "let's go and get my car."
When we got to my apartment I showed her into the lounge and went to make coffee then brought it into the room.
"What's this all about Caroline?" she asked, more openly hostile now that she had regained her poise. "What's going on here?"
Time to come clean, I thought. "Well," I said, "I saw the way 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 four. I asked Mike later that evening, even suggested that he might have been the father."
Those words shocked Maria and 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" no, "trollop" yes! So I got a bit angry. "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 knows. Why did he tell you? I don't love him, well, I love him as my uncle," she added somewhat unconvincingly and looking away.
"He told me because I asked him and he's 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 her. 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.
"Maria, we don't use any protection when we make love." That 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 her
She looked horrified. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "You've got him haven't you? Isn't that enough?" She began to sob then gave me 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're 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 can't!" 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. I figured that it was probably the first time in nearly ten years that she had let down her guard. My heart went out to her. How she must have felt all this time; all those 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." I put my arm around her.
"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. Didn't 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 sixteen. 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 sixteen when this happened, and a fairly naive sixteen at that."
She seemed defeated after the 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 that for most of her life. I continued to cuddle and comfort 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's 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 five brothers, all very protective. I certainly can't talk to them, and any girlfriends I had were soon snapped up by them. I'm glad I met you, Caroline. Can we be friends?"
"Of course we can be friends. That's what I've wanted from the start." I gave her squeeze and a quick kiss.
"But what about Mike?" she asked, 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 out 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 realizing 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." 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've seen all the books my brothers have and their videos and DVDs. I'd want to do all of that with him, give him my virginity. Do you understand?"
"Oh yes," I said laughing. "I understand." That 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 touched up 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, urn, err, 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 that 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 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 with eyes wide. "Yes we did. There, now you know. I stayed with him all night. Does it hurt hearing that?" 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 said, "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. There she was having coffee with the girl who was having sex with the man she had fantasized about 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'll take, but one day you'll have him." She looked shocked. "One day you'll climb into bed with him and he'll want you and you'll be able to do all those things you've thought about. I promise. I don't know yet how it'll happen but it will. There, does that make it easier?"
"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 roommate 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 cart 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 has 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 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 upset. Going out with you would be a real turn-on for a man."
She had regained her confidence 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 did in bed. 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's 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." I began to tell her about Sunday night. I didn't go into detail, just told her about my sucking him, deep-throating, and riding him. Then how he made love to me, my tits and my nipples. I told her how he turned me over and licked my pussy and ass and how he entered me and my orgasms. I finished by describing him taking my ass-hole and cumming deep inside me.
She didn't seem shocked by any of it 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 did always got me going. When I looked at Maria a thought crossed my mind.
"You've never been with a man?" I asked and she shook her head.
"What about a woman?" I asked and looked her straight in the eye. Again she shook her head. 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 lead her to the bedroom. She didn't resist although she was so excited by my retelling of our lovemaking that she couldn't resist. As we walked I thought Seducing a younger 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 of desire and kissed me back hard.
We made love on the bed. Her orgasms were like eruptions; she completely lost her head. She had at least two, probably more. I brought her off with my tongue and 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, then 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 roommate, 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's 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 Kike 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 decided that I wouldn't tell Jo about Maria just yet. She was still dealing with her break 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!
As usual he arrived dead on time to pick me up and 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'm going to react yes?"
"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 leaned over the seat 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, important for more than just sex. Most boys I'd been with couldn't care less once they'd had me 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 such-like, which he suggested we may 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's 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 guy to settle down with."
"I expect it's difficult when you're as good looking as she is. Do guys 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're 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're beautiful, beautiful to my eyes, and my eyes are all that matter to me." Then he kissed my eyes, nose, and lips. I was melting in his arms, my heart full. 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 it because I wanted him. I wanted him and inwardly cursed my period for preventing me from taking him then and there.
We settled into watching a film on TV, one of the oldies called The Apartment
One of his favorite films, he said, one he had grown up with. I quite enjoyed it It was romantic, as were most of his favorite films, and 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 doesn't drink very much before we make love, saying that alcohol causes poor performance!) I suppose he thought that since we weren't going to bed together he could drink more. That's good, I thought he'll last longer when I suck him, which I'm 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 around my mouth, swallowed it and then whispered in his ear, "It's time for my dessert" I used my tongue to lick his ear and then bit his earlobe. I put my hand between his legs and grasped his cock and balls. "I want to suck you," I whispered, "and 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?" I started to undo his belt. I pulled his trousers off, then his underpants, and knelt between his legs. He moved forward on the settee so he was near the edge. His cock was soft and looked quite forlorn lying 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. 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, 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 his balls tightened as well and I stroked them with my fingers as I concentrated on his cock-head 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 pre-cum, 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.
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 of warm saliva mixed with some more pre-cum. I took as much of his erection as I could and sucked quite hard, which 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. It was time to deep-throat him. I moved my position to get better access to him and looked up at him. "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!" I took him back inside and, when I felt his cock-head at the back of my throat, I took a deep breath and swallowed. He took a deep breath, too! "Oh hell," he said. "Oh shit, that's marvelous, marvelous, don't stop, please don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping but, when you're swallowing cock, you've got to breathe! So I pulled away, took another deep breath, and swallowed him back in again. Getting into rhythm 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 and I must admit that it was getting a little bit uncomfortable but I was determined not to stop until he came so I took hold of his rock-hard balls and gently stroked them before giving a little squeeze. That did it. He let out a, "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 cock.
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 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. It seemed to excite him again and I felt a couple of weak pulses of his softening erection that was still in my hand. It left some more spunk on my hand so I brought it up to my mouth and licked it off, swallowing it along with the rest. He reached forward, took my head in his hands and 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 asked, pulling me close and hugging me.
"I don't know," I said, looking into his eyes, "but I'm glad you've got me." I really enjoyed it because during all of that cock sucking I had an orgasm just as he started to cum. It was a strange orgasm, I suppose, because of my period. Very intense, very focused. 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 should."
Afterwards I sat next to him, cuddling up.
"Did you have an orgasm?" he asked, concerned that I had enjoyed myself. "Yes," I said, "different, but good." I was curious. "Have you ever made love to a woman, you know, at this time?"
"What, during her period? Yes a few times," he said. "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 realizing 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 had the woman anally. They all liked it a lot, said it was very intense. 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 ass of one of them: She squeezed so tight!"
I laughed. I was glad he could talk to me like openly, that he liked sharing his experiences with me. It made me feel important.
"You might have told me that before I swallowed your cock," I said. "I might have liked to try it!"
"Well, next time we will, if you want to," he said, smiling down at me. "You know how I feel about your ass." He laughed. "I wouldn't mind if you never let me out!"
I hugged and kissed him. "Pour me some more wine and let's cuddle," I said. We drank and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon until he took me home. It was a lovely day of togetherness, which did a world of good for my confidence. I was finally certain that he didn't just want me for sex, but for myself.
