Caroline Ch. 06.01

Twenty minutes later he walked into the breakfast room for lunch. Dressed in a simple shirt, slacks and flip-flops he looked good enough to eat. It's strange really, he is that much older than us but you kind of forget it really. He looks good for his age and he certainly doesn't act it.

He sat down to eat lunch, "This is good," he said laughing, "I could get used to this."

I smiled back, "It's my pleasure," I said.

I only nibbled at my food because I couldn't take my eyes off him. I suppose it is my equivalent of the way he looks at Lena and me. I was enjoying watching him eat. He noticed my eyes on him, "Are you OK Jo?" he asked, "is anything wrong?"

"No," I said smiling at him, "I'm fine. You enjoy your lunch."

I nibbled a bit more but continued to watch him out of the corner of my eye. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but it was so difficult not to look at him and secretly imagine what I was determined would happen later. Indeed, I was getting a little wet already in anticipation. He seemed to sense me watching him, however (and, I suppose, I was sending off enough sexual pheromones to wake the dead) and he again asked if I was OK.

"Yes," I said, "I told you I'm fine. I just like watching you eat."

He finished his lunch and stood, "Shall we go into the lounge?" he asked.

I stood up and went to him. He's much taller than me. The top of my head only reaches his chin so I had to look up into his eyes. I always think that's an advantage for us women don't you, we can look up through our eyelashes and capture a man's soul.

"No," I said softly and I kissed him. A sexy kiss, or at least as sexy as I could make it. "I want you to make love to me. Will you, please." This last sounded almost desperate really, but I was you know. If he said no I would probably have died (well not really but you know what I mean).

He kissed me back and pulled away. Would he? Then he picked me up. Talk about surprise. He lifted me in his arms and my head rested on his shoulder.

"Oh yes," he said gruffly, "Oh yes," and he carried me upstairs into my bedroom. He laid me on the bed and looked down at me, stroking me with his eyes. My levels of anticipation were high now, I was very wet and, oh boy, did I want him. He stood there looking down and he said, "Tu sei una bella donna, Joanna, bella sei tu," then he knelt next to me and kissed me on the lips. A long and passionate kiss with his tongue gently opening my mouth and pushing inside to find mine, pleased to feel him and entwine in a lovely dance. I held him so tight I think I must have hurt him. I didn't ever want to let him go just then but he pulled away, stood and took his clothes off leaving only his pants. I could see his lovely penis poking over the waistband, hard already for me. I wanted it!

Then he knelt back down next to me. I couldn't take my eyes off his face as he looked down at me. Oh, what he did next. Lena's told you about his seducing her with a sonnet, well now he did the same to me only he used Marlowe!

He began to quote:

"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Joanne, make me immortal with a kiss -" he kissed me and

looked up,

"Her lips suck forth my soul; see there it flies!" he looked around

then back at me.

It's really impossible to describe what this feels like. The words seem to stroke you, to caress your ears and your body. Then he carried on:

"Come, Joanne, come, give me my soul again and he bent to

kiss me.

Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, he kissed me

again.

And all is dross that is not Joanna. looking down at

me.

Oh thou art fairer than the evening air he smiled.

Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars" kissed me again.

By this time I had almost completely lost the plot. His words and his kisses stirring something deep inside me. My feelings welled up and I began to cry gently. He reached down and held me tight and continued whispering in my ear.

"Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter

When he appeared to hapless Semele

More lovely than the monarch of the sky

In wanton Aresthusa's azur'd arms

And none but Lena (and thou) shalt be my paramours"

I held him so tightly. I wanted him to become part of me then. Such things he said to me. "Do you mean it," I said to him in a soft voice.

"Oh yes," he said, "you are my Helen and Lena is my Helen. I'm the luckiest man alive, luckier even than Faustus. I have two Helens."

I continued to cry softly into his shoulder, "Will you make love to me?"

He whispered, "Yes," and began to kiss my neck and undo my blouse. "Yes indeed," he said, "for thou art lovely." Oh God!!!

He kissed down my neck and throat then gently nibbled my earlobe. That is SO sexy. I wanted to touch him so I reached for his pants, to feel his penis in my hand but he stopped me.

"No sweetheart," he said softly, "otherwise it will be over too soon."

Then he went back to kissing my ears and throat. I was so wet by now and I really, really wanted him but I remembered Sunday and what Lena had told me. He prolongs this, this homage to your body, touching, caressing, kissing, so that the final release is wonderful. I was determined, although it was difficult, to go along with this. I didn't know then, of course, that Lena had told him to 'make me feel like a princess'.

He now had my blouse completely undone and, with a little help from me, soon removed it. Rolling me to one side he undid my bra and took that off as well. He went to work on my boobs. They're bigger than Lena's and I'm proud of them although I don't have nipples like her, mine are smaller but I have much bigger aureole. Now he was kissing them, sucking a nipple and gently biting it with his teeth, then sucking harder. Not too hard but just enough to know that he could. It was wonderful, I didn't want him to hurt me, just enjoy me and giving me pleasure. Perhaps it was behind me. Steve was always much rougher, most times hurting me there, biting, sucking really hard. Mike was now licking all around the nipples, one side then the other, whilst his hands gently kneaded the other. This seemed to go on for ages: pleasure untold. And then to the underneath. Lena tells me how he concentrates here, so tender, so wonderful. As you probably gathered, by now I had had one small orgasm and was slowly sinking in a sea of pleasure. I stroked his head as he kissed and licked my boobs, then back to biting my nipples gently and then kissing me on the lips.

"Are you enjoying this darling," he whispered in my ear, "or shall I stop?"

Stop, oh no, not stop, "I don't want you ever to stop making love to me," and I pulled his mouth to my lips and drank the flavour of him.

He moved to my tummy, undoing my skirt and, with a little help from me, stripping it off. This left me in very wet panties, he would know now how excited I was by his actions. His hands stroked across my tummy, gently teasing the top of my panties before his tongue started to explore my button. Much more sensitive there than Lena, I began to climb to another orgasm. These weren't that strong but they were building in intensity each time. As he licked me there I started to moan softly in pleasure and, when he suddenly started to bite my pussy through my knickers, I almost screamed in surprise and joy. He gently bit the whole area of my pussy, my mons, the lips of my vagina, my clit, my perineum, that oh so sensitive area between the pussy and anus. He didn't touch my bottom hole however and, secretly, I was glad. I wanted this to be focussed on 'ordinary' sex today. My bottom hole was for the weekend - I thought he might have it then. Now I was sure!

His fingers were entering the lips of my sex through my panties, what a wonderful feeling. Then he pulled them down and off, crawled between my legs and began to kiss me there. He licked the inside of my vagina on those, oh so tender lips, whilst his finger and thumb gently tweaked my little man which had now made its appearance. Up and down he licked, pushing my legs apart and my knees upwards so that I was completely open to him. He would lick, then suck, apparently drinking my juices. I was climbing that hill of pleasure and, after a short while, began to cum. This was the real thing. As it hit me I screamed, "Aaaaaggghhh, oh yes, eat me," and I closed my legs holding his head in position with my hands. Poor Mike, he couldn't move but I didn't care. I felt like I wanted to pull him inside my body, to possess him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me before I let him go.

He moved up beside me, "Wow," he said smiling down at me, "I assume you enjoyed that."

"Oh god, yes," I replied breathlessly and I reached up and kissed him. "Thank you." I could taste myself on his lips.

He smiled gently down at me and I realised how lucky I was. Now, when I have a strong orgasm like that, unlike Lena who can go on and on without a break, I need to sort of get myself together. It's not that I want (or wanted) to stop, I had him to satisfy yet, it's just that I feel sort of drained. I need a little while to recharge my batteries, as it were, after really strong orgasms, particularly one as strong as he had just given me. So I pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear, "I need a while to recover, then we'll concentrate on you. I want to taste you in my mouth. Do you want me to do that?"

He took a deep breath, "You bet I do, but I want to make love to you, you know, so don't make me cum in your mouth. I haven't finished with you yet!"

Now there was a thought, I suppose I knew really, that he would want to make love to me properly today so I just relaxed in his arms and closed my eyes happy in the safe haven of his body. After a little while, during which I must have, sort of, dozed off, he began to kiss me again and whispering my name softly in my ear. I became aware of him and love welled up inside me. This caused another bout of soft crying, not from pain or fear, but from love. Love for him and for Lena, who had let me know him like this.

I rolled sideways to meet him, now becoming more assertive in the lovemaking having recovered from the pleasure of my intense orgasm. I pushed him on his back, "Lay back, let me love you," I said to him forcefully, "I want to kiss you all over."

He offered no resistance, just lay there looking up at me with a smile on his face as I began to kiss his lips, his face and his neck. Then to his earlobes, very sensitive Lena had told me. This caused movement, he grabbed me tightly to him, "Oh my God, Jo, you are tremendous."

I pulled away, "I know," I said and started to kiss his chest, pulling the hair gently with my teeth, before beginning to lick his nipples. Whilst doing this my hand reached down for his penis, his cock, his prick. I was going to examine this pole of joy before he entered me again. My hand found his erection and encircled it drawing a gasp of pleasure from Mike. No delay now. My head moved down to his waist and my hands removed his pants leaving him naked. I looked at his pole, sticking up with my hand around it.

I knew he was circumcised, Lena had told me, although I hadn't noticed on Sunday, I had other things on my mind! It was lovely, with clean lines, sticking upright, erect and proud. I measured it with my hands, smaller than Lena's so I noticed a much larger 'mouthful' than she did! I concentrated my whole being on his manhood, examining every inch with my eyes, determined to remember it when he entered me. All the while I was slowly masturbating him, causing sharp intakes of breath every now and again. I removed one hand and caressed his balls, tight now with desire for me. Now was the time. I moved over his penis and took the head into my mouth. Oh, the taste of HIM in my mouth. Pre-cum had leaked from his tiny hole and my hand had coated his erection with it so I could taste it immediately. I gently sucked, mindful of Lena's advice about not making him cum, and trying to judge his feelings.

I can't swallow a penis like Lena. I've never been able to stop gagging when it reaches the back of my mouth so I've always tried to use my tongue to give pleasure. I like sucking an erect penis as much as she does, it gives you a feeling of power to be able to control a man like this. So, with him in my mouth, I began to use my tongue on the head, swirling around and occasionally prodding the tiny hole, tasting his pre-cum.

"Oh shit, Jo," he said, "you're going to have to be careful or you'll get a mouthful." He was pushing himself into my mouth, his hips lifting from the bed as he did so. I was enjoying myself and I nearly missed the fact that he went completely still. Thankfully, just at that moment I took him out of my mouth so he was able to control himself. Deep down I would have been happy to take his offering in my mouth, I have done often enough since then, but he wanted to have me. I suspected he'd arranged this with Lena, she is always thoughtful like that.

He reached down for me, "Come here you beautiful creature," he said and he hugged me close to him. "Are you ready, do you want me now?" he whispered in my ear.

"Mmm," was my only response.

He opened my legs, knelt between and bent my knees before taking his weight on one arm and holding his erection at the entrance to my soaking pussy. He stroked up and down along the lips, occasionally meeting my clit, enormous now in expectation of being stimulated by this lovely tower of flesh. Then entry, forcing apart, oh so gently, the lips of my vagina and pushing the head inside. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the feeling of it, the excitement, and the joy. Slowly he pushed further in, then out, then in. I remembered the look of his penis, the size, the shape. It seemed to be ages before he was fully inside me. There is no doubt he is large, but not too large. It was a joy, he was fully inside me, his hips thrusting against mine, slowly and deeply. I had left, figuratively speaking, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated by this lovely man who did it with such love and such style. It wasn't long before my orgasm was on it's way and I opened my eyes to gaze into his just at the moment that he started to cum. I could feel the spasms of his cock as he shot his man juice into me and, at that moment and just like Lena, I wished he did have sperm to impregnate me. Don't ask me why, I suppose, because at that moment, I loved him you see. My orgasm hit as I felt his arrive. I squeezed my vaginal muscles to milk him, to take as much as I could from his body into mine. The pleasure was intense, rippling out from my clit and washing over my body. Then I think I must have passed out then, not uncommon when I have such powerful orgasms as this, because the next thing I remember is him softly calling my name.

"Joanna, Joanna, come back sweetheart, everything's all right." I awoke and realised he was now by my side. I opened my eyes to look into his, "You frighten me you know, when you do that," he said with so much love, "I worry I may have hurt you."

"Oh no," I said breathlessly, "I don't think you could ever hurt me. I think I love you," I added pulling him to me and starting to cry again. He held me so tightly. I felt so safe, so loved, so needed, and so lucky!

We lay like this for a while then he pulled away. "Jo, it's nearly time to go and get Lena, do you want to come too?"

"Mmm," I said, "let's get dressed, I'll only be a minute."

So we both got dressed and went downstairs, the end of a wonderful day.

I'm going to hand back to Lena now because it's really her story.

A little bit soppy I know but it is a fantasy after all!! Please take the time to vote if you enjoyed this – well even if you didn't. Polite comments are always welcome – please!!!

To be continued: