Caroline Ch. 01.10

"I don't know," she said, "I don't know but I wanted to ask you about him, you know, how he is, you know, oh it's difficult. What's he like in bed. There, I've said it, I'm sorry Lena, I shouldn't ask."

"Oh don't be silly, I don't mind. I tell my flatmate everything we do." She raised her eyebrows. "Yes, we've been friends for years now, she's like a sister and mother to me, perhaps I'll tell you why one day, but I don't mind my real friends knowing what he's like, so I'll tell you," I finished smiling my biggest smile at her. "He's kind and considerate. He takes care that I have a good time. He really makes love to me, you know, he doesn't treat me like a sex object like some of the boys I've been with."

"No, I don't know," she said looking sadly at me, "but I imagined he would be like that, you know, gentle, tender, but manly. It's silly really. I've no idea what it's like to be with a man." She looked up, "have you had many men? Oh, I'm sorry that's rude, I'm prying again."

"Maria, I don't mind and no, I've only had one MAN, that's Mike. I've been with a number of boys but as far as I'm concerned they don't really count. None of them thought about me only about getting their rocks off."

"Perhaps I've been lucky then, missing all that."

"I don't think you've been lucky, but I'm sure that a woman as beautiful as you would have had lots of suitors."

She looked up and smiled, "Thank you, yes I'm told I'm beautiful and, yes I've had lots and lots of suitors, but none of them ever interested me. It's driven my mother to distraction. She thinks I've gone off men because of what is supposed to have happened but I haven't. I like men, I find some attractive but, oh Lena, I can't think about going that far with them, you understand? So we get to a certain point and I cry off and they get angry and I never see them again."

I laughed, "I can understand why they would get brassed off. Going out with you would be a real fillip for a man."

She had regained her confidence now and I could tell she was winding herself up to ask another question. Again I could guess what it would be, her curiosity was obvious from the way she looked at me.

"Lena," she said questioningly, "Lena, would you tell me, you know, tell me, what you did on. . . . Oh dear, I'm sorry but, well, you know. Lena, I've dreamed of him doing things to me, you know, things from the films and books but would he, I don't know. Can you, will you tell me like you do your friend?"

She was really in a state again, agitated about asking the question and about what she would hear. I didn't mind talking about what we had done or did. I usually told Jo, she enjoyed my descriptions of what we got up to and it usually led to us making love so I was happy to do it.

"Maria, I don't mind at all, but are you sure you want to hear it. He was with me you know and you didn't like the idea of that before?"

"I'm all right now. I said I'm happy that he has found someone to care for and to care for him." She gave me a great big smile, god she was beautiful, and said, "Besides, we're friends now aren't we?"

I laughed back at her, "Yes we are," and I began to tell her about Sunday night. I didn't go into detail, just told her about my sucking him, deep throating, and sitting on him. Then how he made love to me, my boobs and my nipples. I told her how he turned me over and licked my pussy and bottom and how he entered me and my orgasms. I finished by describing him taking my bottomhole and cumming deep inside me there.

She didn't seem shocked by any of this so she had obviously studied the videos and DVDs. By the time I had finished I could see she was quite excited. She was perspiring, moving about on the settee and biting her lip. I must admit that I was quite excited too. Going over what we had done always tends to get me going and as I looked at Maria a thought crossed my mind.

"You've never been with a man?" I asked and she nodded 'no'.

"What about a woman?" I asked and looked her straight in the eye. Again she nodded 'no'. I got up, sat next to her, and put my arms around her. I turned her face to mine and kissed her full on the lips. A real kiss, a kiss of desire, and she responded.

"Come on," I said and I lead her to the bedroom. She didn't resist although it must have been new to her but she was so excited by my retelling of Mike and my love making that she couldn't resist. As we walked I thought, seducing an older woman now, my, my, you are growing up. When we reached the bedroom I took her into my arms and whispered in her ear, "I may not have the right equipment, but you can imagine it's him if you want." Then I kissed her again and she responded with a slight whimper or desire and kissed me back hard.

We made love on the bed. Her orgasms were like eruptions, she completely lost her head. I suppose that she had never done this before. She had at least two, probably more. I brought her off with my tongue and my fingers, both times gently caressing her pussy. She didn't do anything to me but I got off once just watching her. It was amazing. Afterwards she was quite shy and I told her not to worry as we showered.

Sitting down afterwards she said, "I've seen two women in the films, but I didn't know it would be like that. It was amazing. Am I gay?"

I laughed, "No more than I am, I expect. Look Maria, for years you've pined for a man, an unapproachable man. You haven't pined for a woman have you. I like you, I enjoyed making love to you. I like Jo, my flatmate, and I enjoy making love with her but nothing will ever replace making love with Mike. I like men. I like their equipment," I laughed, "even replacements aren't the same as flesh and blood. So no, you're not gay. When I get you into bed with Mike, and I will somehow, you'll know what to do and you'll enjoy every second far more that you ever will with me. So don't worry."

"Do you think you ever will, you know, manage to get us together. If I thought you could it would be wonderful."

"I can't promise, Maria, but I'll do everything in my power to arrange it somehow."

"Don't you mind, you know, that you'll be sort of sharing him with me, if it happens. Won't you be jealous?"

"No, I have him, I'm happy with him. If he is happy with another woman, as long as I arrange it," I stressed, laughing, "I don't mind. In fact, I might like to join in!"

She laughed, "Lena you are incorrigible."

"Yes, I know and I enjoy it," I said laughing back and so our day ended. She left soon afterward with a smile on her lips and a wave goodbye. I said I would phone her now and again and, if she wanted to talk, she should phone me. Over the next few months as my relationship with Mike grew stronger and stronger we saw each other regularly. We didn't make love again, I think that she felt a bit embarrassed by it and I didn't want to press her, I was so happy with Mike. I decided that I wouldn't tell Jo about Maria just yet. She was still dealing with breaking up with Steve and she wasn't anywhere near getting over it, in fact she seemed to be getting worse. I would have to try to fix that and I had an idea how!

I only had one small cloud on the immediate horizon, my period was due on Thursday. I hadn't been taking the pill for a long time, no boyfriends and I hadn't bothered with Mike, didn't care really (funny?) but, then, it didn't matter anyway so I wasn't exactly sure, but it would certainly mean we couldn't make love on Sunday. Oh I would use my mouth on him (and get my first chance to taste his cum!) but that wasn't really a replacement for a great days sex, still, can't be helped! I didn't think it would bother him, he was a 'man of the world' but I still worried would he want me to be with him all day if we couldn't do anything. Self-confidence I suppose, silly, but then we all get these feelings of inadequacy sometimes. Of course, I needn't have worried.

As usual he arrived dead on time to pick me up and he gave me a kiss as I got in the car. Not a really passionate kiss, inappropriate I thought, but a tender 'hello' kiss. He immediately sensed something was different.

"Everything OK, Lena," he asked, concerned.

"Oh yes, everything's OK, but," I looked at him, "I've got my period, so . . "

He smiled at me and kissed me again, "And you're worried how I am going to react, yes?"

"Oh yes, I know it's silly but I didn't know whether you'd want to be with me all day today if we couldn't make love."

He leant over the seats and put his arm around me, "Oh Lena, it's enough to just be with you, don't you understand? I enjoy your company, your presence, so don't worry, we'll just have more time together to talk," then he kissed me again. He made me feel so confident in myself, you know, important for more than just sex. Most boys I'd been with couldn't care less once they'd had you but with Mike it was so different.

I smiled back at him, "Thank you," I said, "you make me feel wonderful. Come on, let's go."

So we drove back to his house, slowly and by a roundabout route. He pointed out some things on the way, walks, gardens and suchlike, that he suggested we might go to in the future. He was obviously thinking of a long term relationship, and I was happy with that.

When we got home he made coffee as usual and we sat in the lounge talking. He asked about Maria so I gave him the prepared answer.

"Oh, I was completely wrong. You know I'm not often wrong about things like that but in this case I was. Of course she loves you, but as an 'uncle', someone who has cared for her. There's nothing sexual about it," I added looking at him.

He gave a sigh of relief, he'd swallowed the story, "I'm glad, Lena. I've been thinking about what you said and was worried about what would happen so I'm happy you were wrong," he added, smiling at me. "How did you get on with Maria?"

"Quite well really, we had a long chat and we're going to meet now and again for 'girlie' things. She's very beautiful isn't she?"

"Yes she is. I tell her she looks like a young Sophia Loren but she just laughs. I just wish she could find a bloke to settle down with."

"I expect it's difficult when you are a good looking as she is. Do blokes just want to bed you for your looks or do they care. I'm not that pretty so I don't have that trouble."

He fixed me with his eyes and said, sternly, "I think that you are fishing for compliments," then he smiled.

"No," I said, "it's true."

"No it is not!" he said vehemently. He took me by the shoulders and stared straight into my eyes, "I've told you, you are beautiful, beautiful to my eyes, and my eyes are all that matter to me." Then he kissed my eyes, my nose, and my lips. I was melting in his arms, my heart full of something. He could make me feel like a queen and I knew he meant what he said, it wasn't just for effect. He could bed me when he liked, he didn't need to flatter me to do that because I wanted him, even now I wanted him and I inwardly cursed my period for preventing me from taking him then and there.

We settled into watching a film on TV, one of his oldies called 'The Apartment'. One of his favourite films, he said, one he had grown up with. I quite enjoyed it, it was romantic as were most of his favourite films and it had a happy ending. He said he didn't much like films that ended sadly, there was enough sadness on the news and he didn't need any more. After the film we made lunch together, taking longer than usual and enjoying the preparation. After lunch we sat in the lounge finishing the wine. He was very relaxed and had drunk quite a bit more than usual (he didn't drink very much before we made love, he says that alcohol causes poor performance!). I suppose he thought that, as we weren't going to bed together he could drink more. That was good, I thought, he'll last longer when I suck him which I was going to do now!

I was sitting next to him with my head on his shoulder. I took a mouthful of wine and swilled it round my mouth, swallowed it and then whispered in his ear, "It's time for my dessert," and I used my tongue to lick his ear and then bit his earlobe. Then I put my hand between his legs and grasped his cock and balls, "I want to suck you," I whispered, "and I want to swallow your spunk."

"You don't have to do this Lena," he said, a look of concern on his face. I suppose he thought I was just doing it because I had my period and felt I had to please him.

"I want to," I said smiling at him, "besides, I haven't tasted your spunk yet have I?" and I started to undo his belt. I pulled his trousers right off, then his underpants, and knelt between his legs. He moved forward on the settee so he was near the edge. His penis was soft and looked quite forlorn laying there. I took another mouthful of wine, swallowed, and gathered his softness in my hand then, resting my head on his leg, I took it all into my mouth. This was a novelty, I had never sucked a cock from soft before so the feeling of it growing in my mouth was interesting and stimulating at the same time. I could taste him more than before, slight saltiness, slight bitterness, of maleness, and of talc. It was a heady feeling, this sucking a soft cock and I really enjoyed it but, unfortunately (fortunately?), it didn't last long! He soon became as hard as usual and I couldn't get it all in my mouth.

As he became hard so his balls tightened as well and I stroked them with my fingers as I concentrated on his cockhead with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and found the tiny pee hole and poked it with my tongue then sucked. I was rewarded with some precum which I tasted and swallowed. It was great, I was looking forward to his juice but not quite yet, I was enjoying sucking him and looking up into his eyes as I did so.

I took him from my mouth, "Good?" I asked smiling up at him.

"Oh shit, yes," he said, "I'll give you three days to stop!"

I laughed and took him back into my mouth, full now of warm saliva mixed with some more precum. I took as much of his erection as I could without swallowing it and sucked quite hard. This brought a gasp from him and a little pulse of cum into my mouth. I stopped sucking hoping that he could hold on for a bit and he kept completely still so I knew he was trying as well. Thankfully he managed to hold off his orgasm for a while and I had just a tiny bit of cum to taste. Time now to deep throat him. I moved my position to give me better access to him and looked up at him again, "I'm going to swallow you now," I said smiling, "ready for that?"

"Oh, bloody hell, yes but I'm going to cum soon."

"I don't mind, cum in my mouth or my throat, cum when you want. And don't you dare take it out of my mouth, I want all of it!" With that I took him back inside and, when I felt his cockhead at the back of my mouth, I took a deep breath and swallowed. He took a deep breath too! "Oh hell," he said, "Oh shit, that's marvellous, marvellous, don't stop, please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping but, when you are swallowing cock, you've got to breathe! So I pulled away, took another deep breath, and swallowed him back again. Getting into the rhythm that you need for cock swallowing, I began to swallow, breathe, swallow, breathe so that he was in and out of my mouth until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my nose. He was thrusting quite hard now and I must admit, it was getting a little bit uncomfortable but I was determined not to stop until he came so I took hold of his balls, rock hard now, and gently stroked them before a little squeeze. That did it. He let out a shout, "Fuck!!" and his cock started to pulse, thankfully not on the deep breath!

I moved his cock so the head was in my mouth and I sucked the spunk from him as I stroked him with one hand and gently squeezed his balls with the other. Pulse after pulse of spunk entered my mouth and I couldn't swallow it all, some dribbled down my chin and I had to take him out or I would have choked. Where it all came from I don't know but the last couple of pulses hit me on the cheek and a last little dribble rolled from his penis.

He was looking down at me with a strange look, thanks, care, oh all sorts of things I suppose. I had spunk on my face and in my mouth. I sat up almost level with him and wiped the spunk from my face with my fingers and put it in my mouth. Then I opened my mouth to show him his spunk being swirled around by my tongue. I smiled and slowly swallowed all of his male essence. This seemed to excite him again and I felt a couple of weak pulses of his now softening erection which was still in my hand. These left some more spunk on my hand so I brought this up and licked it off, swallowing it along with the rest. He reached forward, took my head in his hands and kissed me, kissed me with his spunk on my lips and in my mouth. His tongue pushed into my mouth and intertwined with mine, tasting my mouth and his spunk. He pulled away and looked at me, "God, what have I done to deserve you?" he said pulling me close and hugging me.

"I don't know," I said looking into his eyes, "but I'm glad you have got me." I really enjoyed that because, during all of this cock sucking I had an orgasm, just as he started to cum. That's a problem with deep throating, if he cums and you have an orgasm at the same time it's difficult to concentrate. It was a strange orgasm, I suppose because of my period. Very intense, very focussed. I wondered what it would be like to have sex during a period, messy I suppose, but I bet it was interesting!

I moved away and looked at him sitting there, trousers and pants off and cock getting soft. "You'd better get dressed," I said smiling at him.

"Yes, I better had." So he did and I sat next to him again, cuddling up.

"Did you have an orgasm?" he said, concerned that I had enjoyed myself.

"Yes," I said, "different, but good." I thought I would press him again about things, "Have you ever made love to a woman, you know, at this time?"

"What, during her period? Yes a few times," he said, "but only once 'properly' you know, intercourse in front. She insisted and I was very excited so I did. She went absolutely mad when her orgasm arrived, almost uncontrollable but it was very, very messy."

"Messy, why?" I asked without thinking.

"Well, think about it," he said, "she was menstruating!"

"Oh dear," I said realising what he meant, "I see!"

"Took us bloody ages to get cleaned up," he said laughing, "but it was great sex! Exciting, I suppose, because it was taboo. I never did it again though, couldn't really raise the enthusiasm."

"You said 'a few times', what about the other times?"

"Inquisitive minx," he said laughing. "Well all the other times I've had the woman anally. They all liked it a lot, said it was very intense. I know it was great for me. For some reason all the women had tremendous orgasms. I didn't think I'd ever get myself out of the bottom of one of them she squeezed so tight!"

I laughed. I was glad he could talk to me like this. It made me feel important that he could remember and share his experiences with me.

"You might have told me that before I swallowed your cock," I said, "I might like to have tried that."

"Well, next time we will, if you want to," he said smiling down at me, "You know how I feel about your bottom," he laughed, "I wouldn't mind if you never let me out!"

I hugged him and kissed him again, "Pour me some more wine and let's cuddle," I said. So he did and we did for the rest of the afternoon until he took me home. It was a lovely day of togetherness which did the world for my confidence. Now I was certain he didn't just want me for sex, but for myself.

This is the end of the first part I wrote – there is a lot more to follow. Please vote and comment – they are valued.

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