Caroline Ch. 05.02

"Mmm, yes," I was going to say 'because I want to see you fuck Jo in the arse' but I thought I'd better not as the thought of doing that would probably send him over the edge, "save it for a while."

He pulled out from my pussy, as usual leaving me feeling really empty there, I longed for him to be back, perhaps later I thought. I was sure we could raise him a third time later tonight. By now Jo had come out of her reverie and had been leaning on one elbow watching him make love to me. "That looked good," she said stroking my face, "did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes," I said, "but not as much as you seemed to enjoy yours!"

She blushed and Mike laughed.

"Come on," I said, "let's examine this diabolical weapon of his that gives us so much pleasure. You lay back Mike, we'll do the work now." He laid back on the bed and we started to kiss and to lick his body, both finally ending up at his penis. I sucked the head, Jo 'lollipopped' it from top to bottom. Then we took moved to his balls, each taking one in out mouths very, very gently before moving back to his hardening pillar.

After a while doing this he said laughing, "I give up, you win. Come here you two and kiss me."

We moved up to his head and we, all three, kissed each other. I knew it was time now for him to take Jo's arse so I whispered in her ear. "Do you want him to try now, he wants your bottomhole, you know that don't you?"

She glanced at Mike to see if he had heard but, apparently her hadn't, then she looked at me, something like fear in her eyes. "I know," she said, "I know. Ok," taking a deep breath, "let's try."

"You tell him then," I whispered.

She knelt up beside him, kissed him and, taking a deep breath and looking directly into his eyes said, "I want you in my arse, will you fuck me in the arse?"

I'll swear that his erection grew another inch as she said this. His breathing became shallow and regular as he struggled to control his passion for her there. I guessed he was struggling against the beast, I know I was. For her to come out with it like that was unlike her and the most erotic thing she could have done. It inflamed his passion for her.

"Oh yes, oh yes," he whispered softly, "are you sure?"

She didn't look very sure, flashing a glance of panic at me as she realised the depth of his desire. She must have been desperately worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew, literally. She gathered herself however and, with another deep breath, said, "Yes, I want you to bugger me."

I don't know where she got the idea to talk like that but it really didn't help. He looked at me almost helplessly. He would rely on me, I knew, to help to keep himself in check. He wouldn't want to hurt her because, I know, that he would want her to enjoy it so they could do it again, but he would have terrible trouble being gentle with her with his passion so aroused.

"Turn over," he commanded hoarsely, "and open your legs."

Again, an apprehensive look back at me as she turned. I smiled reassuringly at her, not really sure that I could help here. You see, I wanted to see him bugger her, not gently, lovingly, caringly, but hard, strong, and violently; whether she wanted him or not, whether it hurt her or not. In fact, and I hate to admit it, part of me hoped it did hurt her, hurt her a lot. These feelings are very difficult to control, the violence seems to be so close to the surface. It can't be sexual can it? I don't know but it seems more about power and control. Hell, I thought, if I was feeling like this, how was he feeling.

She was face down on the bed now looking away from me, thankfully. He knelt between her legs and began to firmly massage the cheeks of her bottom using his thumbs to stroke the valley in between and rub over her anus which I could see clenching in anticipation. He stopped massaging and used his thumbs to open her cheeks even wider, to stretch the tight hole of her anus so it opened a tiny amount despite her clenching.

"Relax, relax," he leant forward and whispered in her ear, "you must relax or it will hurt even more," and before moving back to her bottom he kissed her cheek.

This brought a soft whimper from her and a slight relaxation of her buttocks. I could see her anus open slightly from the pressure his thumbs were exerting on the cheeks of her bottom. He moved back down and his tongue began to play up and down the enticing valley between her cheeks then between his thumbs lingering around her tight rosebud to savour the taste of her. Then his tongue inside her back passage, firstly like a tiny penis, then wider not rolled at all. More whimpering from Jo whether in fear, pain, or pleasure, I don't know. I do know that I was beginning to get very, very excited watching this and my hand went down to my pussy to begin stroking myself. He licked her anus, inside, outside, and all around for what seemed like ages before he finally touched her sex with his fingers. She was sopping so I assumed she was getting some pleasure out of this. She hadn't tensed up since the told her to relax so she must have been.

He brought his fingers, now slippery with her vaginal juice, up to her anus and, using considerable control I thought, gently worked his middle finger in. This caused a very sharp intake of breath and a sob from Jo, why I don't know, she's had bigger there. I suppose the tension of the situation caused her reaction, she was still desperately frightened but I know she wanted it.

Keeping his finger inside her, he moved up again and whispered something in her ear. Then her started to move his finger in and out, slowly at first then faster and faster until he was really moving in her rectum with his finger. Suddenly, one finger became two as she opened up to him. Another sob from her as she felt the second intruder, still smaller than our dildo, but obviously a surprise. He whispered again and she seemed to calm down as he used two fingers to finger fuck her bottomhole.

By this time I was masturbating like mad and had moved my other hand round to my own anus, sticking a finger inside as I watched his fingers in her bottom. Oh bloody hell, I thought, I'm not going to last this, how is he. I assumed that Jo must have had an orgasm or two whilst he was doing this to her despite her fear.

He continued to use his fingers to pleasure her bottomhole as he looked over to me and smiled wanly. I looked at his penis. I'd never seen it so rock hard and strong (expect for waking up in the morning) and I knew he was in deep trouble controlling himself. I'm sure that's why he allowed himself the pleasure of surprising her as he did now by removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. He tongued her anus for a while, coating it with saliva then he reached for the KY on the bedside cabinet.

"Kneel, Jo and get ready."

She whimpered and a sob escaped from her but she didn't move.

"Kneel Jo, if you want it, kneel."

Apparently with great reluctance she slowly came to a kneeling position but not to his satisfaction. He gently pushed her head to the covers and pushed her knees apart a little more and upwards towards her head. She was completely open to him now, no choice, no turning back. I could see her eyes were closed and there was a look of fear on her face. I didn't think he could take no for an answer now, he would take her there no matter what, he wouldn't be able to control himself. I suppose I should have known the man I love better, he wouldn't hurt her intentionally unless she could really persuade him and, as I found out, she hadn't yet.

She was gently sobbing now, terrified I'm sure of what was about to happen. It's funny really, I'd put the dildo in her bottom several times and, although it was a tight fit, she's always enjoyed it. Mike was bigger, yes, but not that much bigger. I was sure she could do it and that she would enjoy it but I think that she had convinced herself that it was going to be a terrible initiation.

Mike took the KY and squeezed some jelly onto her anus, gently massaging it round with his fingers before taking some more and pushing it past the tight ring and anointing her rectum with lubrication. Then on to his hand to wank some on to his erection. Applying the lube had prompted more whimpering from Jo and a continued quiet crying in apprehension. Mike looked at me and raised his eyebrows quizzically. I was using my fingers front a back so I really wasn't in much of a state to help out at that point so I shrugged my shoulders. He took his now rampant hardness in hand and placed it in the valley between her cheeks. He leant forward again to whisper in her ear. She nodded and uttered a faint, and not very convincing, 'Yes'.

He moved back upright and started to slide his penis up and down that gorgeous valley, taking deep breaths as he did so and staring into space. It was getting difficult for him to hold back, I thought. I should be helping here but I'm afraid I was getting close to a very strange, but wonderful, orgasm.

He stopped. It was time. I held my breath as he placed his erection at her anus. It did look impossible. She is much smaller than me there and he looked absolutely enormous as he prepared to bugger her. He pushed forward gently, how I don't know, and was met by absolute resistance. The whole of her lower back tensed and her anus clenched tightly shut.

"Relax, Jo, relax. Let me in," he said in a gruff voice that said much about how difficult he was finding it to control himself.

Jo responded with a sob and a slight lessening of tension in her back. Her anus relaxed a bit and he was able to just get the first roundness of his erection into her before she moaned softly and shut him out again. The look on his face changed from one of tense control to one of anger. Suddenly I knew that the beast was near. His hands grabbed her hips and he began to push forward against her tightness, his face telling me that he would brook no opposition now. He would fuck her arse whether she wanted it or not, hurt or not, pain or not. Fear grew in me and pushed my impending orgasm to the background. I wanted to tell him to stop but I couldn't because I wanted to see him do it. I was frozen.

Jo had begun to feel the pressure on her anus now and her face was full of fear as she looked at me. Her eyes locked with mine and she knew, now, that there was no stopping him, he was going to take her there pain or no pain. She tried to move away from him but his hands held her completely still. She started to panic then, to cry out, "No, no, please, no. It hurts, no o o o o o."

Then he showed why I love him so. One hand came from her thighs and grasped himself tightly. I thought it was so he could really stab her anus with no mistake. I was wrong. A couple of quick jerks of his hand and he came, shooting spunk along her back, some almost reaching her shoulders. He'd wanked himself so he would cum. He wouldn't be able to take her now, his tension had gone. Jo was looking at me in surprise now that the pressure on her anus had disappeared and she seemed to relax. I don't think she realised what had happened only that he had drawn away from her bottom.

Mike sat back on his haunches, his penis still spurting the last of his cum. I loved him then. I knew what he had done to stop from hurting Joanna. My orgasm had disappeared in the tension of the moment so I leant forward and kissed him and said, "I love you!" Then bent my head to suck him. This caused a shudder and a further couple of pulses of cum that hit the back of my throat. I didn't swallow but moved to Jo's bottom where I licked some more of his cum into my mouth before moving up level with Jo and showing her what I had. Her eyes widened in understanding and she leaned toward me and we kissed, sharing his cum between us, before each swallowing our own amount.

Mike was static, erection wilting after his cum and that terrible expression of despair on his face. "God, that was close," he said breathlessly as we both came to kneel beside him. He put his arms around us both and kissed us, "I love you both," he said, "and, Jo, I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"Oh Mike, darling, you didn't hurt me at all. I think it was like the dentist, I thought it would hurt so I expected it to. But, you see, I wanted it to hurt but you never got as far as actually hurting me. What happened?" she asked looking at me.

"He was going to bugger you, whether you wanted it or no," I said looking at him, "his beast was loose. He would have hurt you I think," he nodded, "he wouldn't have been able to help himself. Oh Jo, my beast was loose as well. I should have helped him but," I sobbed and held her tight, "I wanted him to, you see, I wanted to see him do that to you. I'm sorry, so sorry. But he controlled himself. Oh Mike," I said turning to him, "thank you. Its my fault, I should have helped."

"No Lena, don't blame yourself. You know the beast, you've been there haven't you. We all have, haven't we?" he asked looking at Jo.

She looked away then back and, taking a deep breath, said, "Yes, we've all been there," and beginning to quietly cry, "and I don't like it there at all."

He held her and hugged her then brought me into his arms as well, I was almost in tears now and he gently shushed us both as he kissed us. "Don't worry," he said softly, "it will never happen to us. I said so before didn't I. I won't let it happen again, and I didn't!"

Jo pulled away and looked at him, "I wanted you to hurt me you know," she looked at me, then down, "like Steve," she said softly. I knew now that all her demons had not been destroyed. "That's what is so hard to deal with," she went on, now looking at Mike, "I hate myself, I hate my thoughts about the people I love, yet I want it, I want pain."

Mike looked at her, an emotion close to love in his eyes, "Oh Jo, Jo, you don't want pain, you want love. Don't you see. You loved Steve at the start didn't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, when he introduced you to his sadism he did it through the door of love. You loved him and that door was open. Most women are more open to masochism than men, I suppose it's cultural, and you stepped right into the stereotype. He liked hurting you, you loved him so you liked being hurt, you got off on being hurt. The tragedy of that is that he was using you wasn't he?"

Again she nodded.

"So now you hate yourself for loving him and liking being hurt don't you?"

She nodded yet again. He was being relentless in making her see herself, reach that part of herself that was Joanna and could see how futile her search for love through pain was.

He held her with his eyes, "Because you hate yourself, you punish yourself by desiring pain, but you don't desire pain do you?"

This time she nodded 'no' in agreement.

"But, Joanna," he said holding her head between his hands and looking deep into her eyes, "Lena loves you, I'm fond of you, I think I might love you," and looking at me, "not like I love Lena, she's my one and only (oooohhhhh) but as a person, as a woman I want to be with and to keep and hold near. Neither of us want to hurt you, not really. Oh the beast may surface, it did just then, but both of us are stronger now, we can meet it and conquer it can't we Lena?"

Well, I was certain, after what had just happened, that he could. I wasn't so certain about myself but I had to support him now for Jo's sake. "Yes," I said, "we love you and you don't hurt people you love even if they want you too."

He carried on talking to her and to me I suppose. He was clearly aware that I had been no help to him and had wanted him to hurt Jo. "You need to open yourself to love. The fear anal sex with me is just a symptom of your desire to be dominated and hurt. I know that you and Lena have 'experimented' in that area," he looked at me and smiled, "she loves you too much to not have tried to give you pleasure in that fashion. So I know you like it. I'm not that big," he said modestly, "and I'm absolutely certain that you could manage me but the idea of it being extremely painful is tempting because it allows you to feel pain delivered by someone of whom you are fond." How quaint he is really, even now he gets the grammar right, oh I love him so much!

"What happened?" she asked again, "you stopped. You came didn't you?"

He looked at me, "He made himself cum," I said, "so he wouldn't rape your bottom. He would have you know, and I would have enjoyed watching him do it. We mustn't let that happen again, must we."

Jo looked at him, love on her face, "I think I'm going to love you," she said and she kissed him. "I wouldn't have minded, you know, if you had raped me. Secretly I would probably have enjoyed it too but I would have hated myself forever for what I had done to you and Lena. So thank you, thank you so much Mike." She kissed him again, "Yes," she said, "I think I will love you! Is that OK Lena. Can you bear to share that much of him?"

He looked at me with astonishment as I replied, "Oh yes it's all I ever wanted. That we love each other," and I hugged both of them as I started to cry. This started Jo off and I even heard a few sniffles from Mike. This was very emotional experience for us all and I know I felt drained afterwards.

We finally gained control of our emotions and went off into the shower to cool down. As we walked in Mike winked at me and nodded towards Jo, she didn't see this exchange. I nodded 'yes' back at him. I knew he was going to wash her in his special way and I thought I might join in. She would have two people who loved her bringing her love.

He turned on the water, just at the right temperature, and we all got wet. Then he started to soap Jo saying with a great big smile, "Just relax, Jo. Lena an I are going to bathe you." Well, because I'd told her what he did in the shower sometimes, she knew what was coming. She smiled up at him and put her arm round his neck; she knew her legs wouldn't last.

He took one of the sponges we used and began to gently wash her body, while I took another and helped him. Pretty soon he dropped the sponges and continued stroking her body with his hands, one down her front the other on her back. He was massaging her tits with his hand covered in a rich soapy lather and gently trapping her nipples every now and again. I knelt down and started to wash her legs with my sponge sometimes going in between and stroking it across her pussy and between her bottom cheeks. His hand at the back moved down to her bottom and began massaging it and washing at the same time. Occasionally he would drag a finger along the valley between her cheeks causing a slight intake of breath from Jo and a little push back as if she expected more. She knew he was going to put his fingers in her anus, one or two, as he did with me but she seemed now to have lost all fear of pain. She was looking forward to it, I think.

His other hand left her boobs and began to stroke and wash the petulant dome of her tummy again stopping to stimulate her button with his finger now and again. Jo was now breathing heavily, expectation about what was to happen high. I stood and began to wash her upper body, her back, and her boobs with my hands, dropping the sponge. I could see that his hands were now applying soap to her pussy and to her bottom and, in doing so, was dragging his fingers over her pussy and her anus pressing harder at each pass.

Jo turned her head to me and I could see she was well on the way to another orgasm. I bent my head and started to kiss and bite her nipples before moving up to kiss her. Pulling away and continuing to fondle her tits I could see his hands, stationary now, with a finger in her bottom hole and in her sex. He started to move, to frig her front and back with one finger. Before long her had increased the tempo and the number of fingers, now using his middle two to enter her front and back. Jo's legs were giving way now so I helped to support her by putting her other hand round my neck. Now her weight was supported on his two hands with four fingers inside and by her arms around our necks. She was breathing deeply now and uttering a soft purr as he 'stroked' her cunt and her bottomhole. Then a sudden intake of breath. I looked down and saw that she had three fingers in her pussy almost to the knuckle, then out again. She looked at me and smiled, I think she knew what he was going to do then. Her eyes widened in disbelief then her smile returned and she began to cum with a soft 'aaaaarrrrgggghhh" of pleasure. Looking down her back I could see two fingers knuckle deep in her anus, fucking backwards and forwards slowly in time with the three at the front. No worries about pain now, she had taken both of his middle fingers, she would be able to take his maleness there now, of that there was no doubt. Would he take her later this evening?