Caroline Ch. 04.02

"Oh, but you're lovely, never, never, change. Just the way you look today." He didn't sing it (he couldn't sing at all) but he said it, slowly and with feeling. I lay down beside him and we kissed and stroked each other, enjoying the feeling of being naked and holding the one you love. After a while I whispered in his ear, "I want you!"

He kissed me, held me tight and said, "I want you too. Kneel on the side of the bed so you can look in the mirror. I'm going to take your bottom, you know that don't you?"

"Oh yes, and I want it, want it all in my bottom. I want you to cum there too."

I knelt on the side of the bed knowing he was going to take me whilst he stood up. He'd only done that once before and he had cum very quickly. I hoped he would be slower today. I desperately wanted him to stay in my bottom for a long time so I could enjoy the feeling of being full up with him. He stood behind me and I could see his erection standing proud in front of him. He started to rub some KY onto himself and, after a little while, started to put some onto my anus. He started by rubbing it gently around the little hole then he pushed his KY coated finger inside, twisting it to coat the inside of my bottom with lube. This getting ready is terribly exciting. I have a fantastic feeling of anticipation, of how he will feel as he pushes past my sphincter and into my rectum. How I can feel the head forcing apart my tight tunnel, stretching my insides as his cock is eased, now always gently, deep into my back passage. I was beginning to cum just thinking about it. This time, because I could turn my head and see most of what he was doing, there was even more sense of anticipation.

He finished coating the inside of my back door with KY and placed his erection at my anus, gently pushing forward. As usual, and automatically, I squeezed tight shut at the first push but immediately relaxed to allow him to push inside. Usually I would let him control how much of him I took in my bottom but today I decided to take him all quickly so, as his cockhead breached my anus and lodged inside, I thrust my bottom back at him taking him deep inside in one go. This caused a sharp intake of breath and a loud, "Oh fuck," from him and an equally loud, "Shit," from me. I didn't manage to get him completely inside me first go so I pushed backwards with my bottom a little bit harder and was rewarded by the feel of his thighs against the back of mine, he was almost all in. The feeling was wonderful I possessed him, his penis, his body, inside mine pushing open my anus, breaching my rectum. Then I started to move on him with my rectum, backwards and forwards as he stayed still. It was so sexy I started to cum. He must have felt me because then he started to move in me, take me hard in the rear keeping in rhythm with my movements. Just the thought, the words, brought my orgasm on.

I looked back over my shoulder, "Oh yes, fuck my arse. Fill me with your cock, bugger me. Use me, hard, deep, please."

He was going at me long, hard and deep, but without any hurt. The feeling was marvellous and he was lasting! As my orgasm subsided he slowed down and almost stopped, then he was still. I knew he was trying not to cum yet so I kept very still knowing he would be able to spend lots more time buried in my still tight rear entry. He was absolutely still inside me and I was only just able to stop clenching my rectal muscles then, after a while, he started to move slowly, ever so slowly, in and out. Every inch, every millimetre, was sheer pleasure, not orgasmic pleasure, just a pleasant feeling in my insides as he worshipped my bottom with his manhood. I looked in the mirror and I could see his erection going slowly in and out of my anus, soooo exciting, soooo sexy. He leant forward covering my back and whispered in my ear, "Kiss me, angela mia, kiss me."

I turned my head towards him and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He returned my kiss and my tongue as we exchanged pleasure through our mouths. He pulled away and continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, things like, "sweet darling girl, amata, beloved." I don't think he was close to cumming then, neither was I. We were both enjoying the feeling of connection of being so close together with him in such an intimate part of me.

After a while of this closeness, this loving, he began to speed up again and I thought he was going to cum so I squeezed my rectum and anus on his cock to increase his pleasure (and mine!). But he didn't cum. He leant forward again and asked me to kiss him. I did. I felt his arms go around my body, one across my stomach, low down, the other across my boobs. The he pulled himself upright and me with him! This meant he was inside me at a totally different angle and it was bloody deep and so tight. I could feel it pushing against the walls of my rectum; a completely different feeling to before. I started to move my bottom on him like this, the feeling was fantastic and I could feel an orgasm on the way. He started to move inside me in time with me then, taking me completely by surprise, he lifted me up! I screamed, not in pain but in surprise and pleasure, as his stiffness was rammed even deeper inside me, my bottom now on fire, by almost all my weight bearing down on him. He continued to hold me tightly to him with his arms but it seemed that all of me was bearing down on him.

Then he turned and sat down on the bed still jammed hard inside my back passage, filling my bowels with a hot poker that was still igniting fierce fires deep inside my tummy. If anything, sitting like this had rammed me even further down on him, if that was possible. I was suffering excruciating pleasure. Then I looked up and I could see myself in the mirror impaled on his erection, my legs hanging down each side of his and my pussy wide open. It was so erotic that I came straight away, squeezing his prick in the process. He was so far inside me that it felt as if he was between my boobs! Still he didn't cum, there was more!

As my orgasm, how many, who knows, I lost count, subsided he continued to move in my bottom. Not that much movement however, because of the position but enough to cause considerable pleasure. He leant backwards and lay flat on his back with me sitting on his penis.

"Fuck my cock, Lena," he said, "fuck my cock with your arsehole. Play with yourself, stroke yourself, watch yourself in the mirror as you fuck my cock with your arse. Watch as I fill you bowels with cum, as you feel my cock spurting inside you. Please, Lena, fuck my cock with your arse." Oh, that really sent me off!

I don't know how comfortable he was, but I loved the feeling of him in my bottom this way and I sat upright and rested my feet on his knees. Then I leant backward on my arms, and started to bounce up and down on him. I could feel his cock exploring areas inside my rectum that I don't think it had visited before. Gorgeous feelings washed over me as I took my weight on one arm and reached down with the other and started to play with my clit, watching myself in the mirror. It was so, so erotic having a view of myself in this state. Then I felt him thrust up into me as deep as he could go and he let out a long "Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," as he exploded inside me and coated my bowels with his loving liquid. I could feel each pulse of spunk as it left him and hit my insides and I could watch the effect on myself in the mirror. All of this combined to throw me into one of the most explosive orgasms I have ever had, then or since. I pushed myself onto him and squeezed every muscle in my rectum and anus, trying to milk spunk from him. I stuck three fingers in my sex and pushed a thumb on my clit and I screamed out loud three or four times, I don't know. For a moment I think I lost it. I felt as if his penis was exploding inside me, exploding with pleasure, before I came down and realised it was over.

I somehow managed to climb off and to lay alongside him. He raised himself on one elbow, looked down at me and said, concernedly, "I didn't hurt you did I? I'm afraid I got a little carried away with the pleasure of it all. Lena, your bottom is heaven for me, you know that don't you. I love the rest of you, but that bottom."

"Oh my god," I replied breathlessly, "no you didn't hurt me just a little sore. That was unbelievable. That was the best yet, the best feelings I have ever had. Thank you, thank you. My bottom is your heaven, it's just for you. I love you in there you know, I love you in anywhere really, but in my bottom is best. You fit perfectly, mind, I don't think you've ever been in that far before," I added laughing, "I could almost feel you at the back of my throat."

He laughed and sat up. I suddenly noticed a slight frown of pain on his face. "What's the matter, are you OK," I said, as he winced.

"Oh, it's nothing," he said trying to pass it off as unimportant but I could see from the look on his face that whatever it was had hurt him.

"Come on," I said, "tell me. What's the matter."

"Oh, nothing. Nothing for you to worry about." But suddenly I was, worried I mean. What wouldn't he tell me. Laying there, looking up at him, I was suddenly reminded of our age difference, suddenly reminded that I might lose him. I felt sick, my love for him leaving me defenceless in the face of this possibility. Then I remembered something he'd said earlier. He was talking about some of his old friends and he said he had seen one earlier in the week, a guy called Roger . . . . . Now I remembered that Roger was a cardiac specialist because Mike had told me ages ago. They'd actually gone to school together and Mike had been his best man, that's how I'd learned about him. When he mentioned it I had taken no notice but now I put two and two together.

"Please. Tell me. I saw you wince."

"I think I just twisted something, that's all."

"You're lying," I said looking up at him with tears in my eyes. I was so frightened, was he ill and didn't want to tell me. "You said you'd seen Roger . . . . last week. Come on, he's a heart specialist. Please tell me, please," and I reached up for him and started to cry.

"Lena, Lena," he said hugging me tight, "it's nothing to worry about, honestly. I just didn't want to worry you, now I've done so and I'm sorry. I'll tell you. I had some pains in my chest last Monday under my heart so, to be on the safe side, I gave Roger a ring and he looked me over." I was hanging on his every word, very tearful and so worried.

"Ssshh," he said, softly, "he checked me over thoroughly and arranged for tests which I had later that day. That's one advantage of having friends in the business. Everything came up negative, honestly, I'm not lying to you. The pains are caused by and old broken rib, I did it years ago, and it's starting to show it's age, like me. So, nothing serious, nothing to worry your head about. OK now?"

"Mmm," I said giving him a kiss, but I wasn't OK. "You will tell me, won't you, you know, if anything like that happens again. Don't try to hide it, I want to know," and I looked up into his eyes. I felt terrible but I didn't want him to see. This had made me realise, had brought it home to me, how vulnerable he was. I was so depressed but I didn't want him to see so I smiled up at him and kissed him again, "Promise?" I said.

"Promise," he said and hugged me tight again. I suppose that coming after such and intense session of sexual passion this had hit me rather hard and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I always feel so vulnerable after I climax like this. I had this terrible fear that I might lose him. Then was followed by the realisation that, in all possibility, I would and it hurt me way down inside, like a piece of lead in my heart and a sick feeling in my stomach. But I had to put it behind me for now. I mustn't let him see so I forced myself to perk up, smile up at him and kiss him again.

"'Scuse," I said, "nature calls," as I pulled away and headed for the loo. I finished and called out to him, "Come on, shower, lazybones." He came in and we washed each other, thankfully (because I was still depressed) he didn't wash me sexily this time. I think he was worn out, I know I was. We got dressed and ended up in our usual position in the lounge, me with my head on his lap. We chatted and listened to some lovely music for the rest of the afternoon and he took me home about 7 after we had some tea.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter, it's another one I had fun writing. Please, please vote and comment! Comments make posting the stories worthwhile.

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