Caroline Ch. 09.01

I sucked harder and used my tongue to bring him on and, sure enough, he began to pump into my mouth. He tried to pull away as I suspected he would but I held his penis tightly by the base and took his offering. Not that much as this was his third time but pleasant anyway. He tasted so different from Mike. I swallowed his essence for the first time, the first of many I should add, with pleasure and a feeling of, of I don't know, achievement I suppose. Achievement that I had got him to here.

I stood and looked up at him. He was mortified. "Joanna, Jo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."

"Shouldn't have done what?" I asked wanting to make him face the situation. Next time I didn't want to have to hold him in my mouth. He had to know that I wanted to take his spunk in my mouth and swallow every drop: well every drop unless I was sharing it with Lena.

"Oh, you know," he said embarrassed, "you know, in, in, oh, in your mouth."

I smiled at him, "Don't worry. I wanted it there. When we do that again you mustn't worry." Again I used the advantage of my height to look up into his eyes. "I want you to do it in my mouth, everywhere" I said simply, "because I love you."

He took a deep breath and held me tightly to him before pulling away and kissing me. This time he surprised me: he pushed his tongue into my mouth and found mine. They danced and he must have been able to taste himself, the flavour was still in my mouth.

"Oh hell," he said, "you're so lovely. You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, whenever you want me to," I said then, "and I hope you'll do it for me!"

He looked a bit shamefaced, "I've never done that."

"I should hope not!" I said laughing. He laughed back. "You can practice later on if you want."

He smiled down and me as his hands travelled up and down my back, "Oh yes," he said, "I want to." Then he held me so tightly, "I love you Joanna, more than anything," he whispered in my ear.

Of course I was putty in his hands (or, as Lena says, I was already putty in his hands, now I was puttier!). We just stood there in the warm water, holding each other and enjoying the feeling of being in love. It's so difficult to describe. It felt like everything was rosy, good. As if I was sort of floating, floating as a part of him. As if we were joined in some way. I could feel his heart beating, his blood pumping around his body, his heat, even the hairs on his chest (not that he had many). It's a wonderful feeling but it is scary because it's so intense. I hoped he felt the same.

After a while like this is pulled away. "Let's get dry and have some coffee." So we dried each other and he went to go and get dressed. "No, don't," I said, "use this dressing gown," and I gave him one of Mike's towelling robes then I put on mine.

"We can't," he said, "what about Mike and Lena?"

"I told you, they won't be back for ages. Come on, sit in the lounge and I'll make some coffee." I quickly looked at the clock. It was half past three. I knew that Mike and Lena wouldn't be back before 6 o'clock at the earliest so we still had plenty of time. My only worry was that he wouldn't want to do it again, he had cum three times after all. Unfortunately, although I had climaxed when he entered me and when I sucked him, neither had been totally satisfying because I was so worried about him. Now he was OK and I wanted to have him at least one more time this afternoon so I could fully realise my own orgasm.

I made the coffee and took it back into the lounge where he was waiting. As I walked in I could feel his eyes on me, imagining I thought, what I looked like underneath. "You are beautiful," he said softly. I put the tray down and kissed him then poured the coffee which we sat quietly drinking. I could see that something was bothering him.

"You look worried, is something wrong?" I asked. I didn't want our relationship to start off with things unsaid. I learnt with Steve, it's best to get things sorted out.

He looked somewhat abashed, "What will uncle Mike say when he finds out. You're with him aren't you?"

"You mean do I have sex with him," he looked a bit shocked at my forthright comment. "Yes I do and I have sex with Lena too."

At this he did look shocked. I put my coffee down. This was a crunch point. Far too early to talk about all those difficult things like continuing my relationship with both Mike and Lena but I had to let him know that I loved them both so he would, hopefully, see how much they meant to me.

"I'm sorry now, if I've shocked you," I said, "but you must understand. Lena and I love each other, we have for years. We grew up together and although she's three years younger than me we were almost like sisters, but not: if you understand what I mean. We started making love together when she was sixteen and I was nineteen and we've been lovers ever since but we're not 'gay' in that sense. We both like men obviously, I suppose we're both bisexual with a preference for men. I love Mike as well."

He looked at me forlornly, almost as if I'd betrayed him. "Don't look like that. Just because I love Mike it doesn't mean I love you any the less. There are different kinds of love. Mike loves me and he loves Lena but he loves her totally and completely." I looked at him willing him to believe me, "Just like I love you," I said causing him to look up at me. "Mike loves me as a person, someone he cares for and wants to be with but not in the same way he loves Lena. To lose her would destroy him you know, he loves her so much. He worries all the time about his age and everything. It wouldn't destroy him to lose me: it would upset him I'm sure but it wouldn't be the blow that losing Lena would be. Do you see?

"It's the same with Lena, she loves me but differently from how she loves Mike. She could stand to lose me although she would be hurt, but to lose Mike would destroy her as well. You must understand Guy, that I do love you, I know that now for certain, and I can love those two as well. We all have a capacity for lots of love. Please say you understand." I must admit that I was pretty close to tears now because this was the terrible time I had anticipated. If he didn't understand I'd have to choose and I knew I'd choose him but I'd have to lie. To tell him I didn't love them anymore. And it would be a lie wouldn't it because I would still love them and I'd lie because he couldn't accept the idea of sharing my love.

I was fixing him with my eyes and I could see that he was confused. He seemed to be trying to digest all I'd said to him. I felt sorry for him really, so inexperienced; he had dropped into the middle of a manage a trois and I don't suppose he could even begin to understand the issues.

He looked at me with those big blue/green eyes and said, "I don't really understand this Joanna." My heart sank. "All I know is that I love you. Love you with all my heart. You said you loved me and I believe you so it must be OK mustn't it." He looked confused. "I don't understand what's happening to me, to us," he ended lamely.

I smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek. "You don't have to understand 'Love'," I said, "you just have to experience it. It's joy, it's pain, and it's pleasure. Believe me, I know. Don't try to understand it yet, there's plenty of time for understanding, just enjoy being in love with me. You can feel it can't you."

"Yes," he said breathlessly, "oh yes, I can feel it."

I snuggled up to him, "Look, we'll talk about all those things later, tomorrow perhaps. You will stay won't you, please. You've got to stay."

"Of course I'll stay," then he smiled a great big smile full of new found confidence and full of fun, "in the spare bedroom?"

"Certainly not," I said laughing at him, "you're not getting away from me that easily. Anyway when I tell Lena what's happened this afternoon you'll have to fight her off."

He looked shocked again. "Don't worry," I said, "I'll keep her at arms length." I nearly told him how much she fancied him but I thought that would be too much just now; time for that tomorrow.

He became serious again, "What will you say to Mike?"

I smiled at him, "Nothing other than to tell him you're staying, and where you're staying. I won't have to say anything else."

Now he suddenly understood. "You all planned this didn't you," he said, "me coming here, getting me to stay, Mike and Lena going out. It was a plan wasn't it?" He looked at me with that sad smile of his father's.

"Do you mind. Oh Guy, I was sure I loved you but I thought you would run away, frightened that I was like that horrible girl. I had to show you that you were quite normal, well better than normal really because I love you. Tell me you don't mind, please." I was near to tears again because he could take this the wrong way. He might feel manipulated like Mike did at my party so I was quite upset now waiting for his reply. I really began to understand too, just like Lena, how close to pain this tremendous feeling of love can be.

"Mind?" he said, "of course I don't mind. Oh god Joanna, I've never experienced anything like this afternoon. How could I possibly mind."

I held him tightly in my arms and kissed his ear and his neck. Could he do it again, well, time to find out. "The afternoon isn't over yet," I whispered in his ear, "want to go back into the bedroom?"

Another deep breath, "Oh yes!" God, four times, he was a very sexy young man indeed.

This time I led him upstairs and, when we got to the bedroom, I held him tight. Then he surprised me. He undid my dressing gown, took it off my shoulders and stood looking at me. He seemed to be drinking me in and his eyes, just like his fathers, caressing, stroking. Marvellous!

"I wanted to look at you, to remember you so I would never forget what you look like. You're so beautiful. Can I do that to you now?"

I knew what he meant but I wanted him to say it, to be at ease using the words, at ease with me. "Do what?"

He looked at me shyly. "Use my tongue on you like you did to me."

"Oh yes," I said as I lay on the bed.

He took off his robe and knelt next to me still apparently savouring the sight of my naked body.

I smiled up at him. "You can touch me you know, I won't break."

He smiled his shy smile and reached for my boobs again, bending to kiss them both before he started downwards. His confidence growing now, he continued to use his tongue and his lips on my tummy and, when he got to my tummy button, his tongue gently pushed inwards causing a sharp intake of breath. He looked up, "Are you OK?"

"Oh yes, take no notice of me. You just carry on as the fancy takes you." I honestly didn't care much what he did. I knew I was going to enjoy it and there would be plenty of time to train him in how to behave in this situation. After all, he had never done this before and it was his first sexual experience so he'd come (in more ways than one!) quite a long way.

He continued to caress and lick my tummy before he finally travelled further south. His hands stroked my mound, tickling my pubic hair trimmed specially for him. Then his fingers delicately exploring my pussy. I'm sure he'd seen one in the videos but they're all different aren't they so he wouldn't really know what to expect. Nature must provide I suppose because he quickly located the space between my pussy lips that led inside and began stroking. In the course of doing this he also stroked my clitoris. I didn't think he'd know about that so I just enjoyed the feeling. I was wondering however, if he would actually kiss, suck and lick me there. Some men won't. I don't understand why, these same men are quite happy to be sucked and to cum in their partners mouth but they won't reciprocate. I hoped he wasn't like that.

Anyway, he wasn't like that because, just as I was thinking this, I felt his lips on my pubic hair and his tongue tickling. His fingers continued to stroke my pussy and I was starting to push onto him. I was trying not to but it was oh so difficult. Then his teeth gently pulling my pubes, almost testing how hard he could pull them – lovely. Finally his mouth found my pussy. He stopped for a moment, even his fingers. I was suddenly worried again and I raised my head and looked down. He was gazing at me there with a lovely smile on his face so I lay back down to await his pleasure. It wasn't long before his lips met mine, my pussy lips that is. It was all I could do to remain still for him. I wanted to pull his head into me and to clasp it with my legs but I daren't, not yet anyway. Then he parted the lips of my sex with his fingers and began to lick inside. Oh god, this was wonderful, where did he learn this. Thank god for adult movies!!! He must have noticed my clit, poking out now I was sure, because he sucked it. That was enough, there was no way I could hold back now.

"Oh fuck yes, eat me, please." I shouted and as I came in a massive orgasm, my hands reached down and held his head to me and my legs did come up and clasp him. I maintained the tiniest of control because I didn't completely crush him like I did Mike – he was used to it after all, and he enjoyed it!

Poor Guy. He must have wondered what happened as I let him go after my climax abated. I pulled his head back level with mine and kissed him, tasting myself as I did so. "That wasn't so bad for a beginner," I said smiling at him, "that was bloody good."


He seemed pleased, "Did it, you know, errr, did you . . .?"

"Did I cum, you can say it. You mustn't be frightened of saying anything to me Guy, at any time. I don't mind. Say what you want. It's not really swearing between lovers is it."

He smiled at me, "Did I make you cum?" he managed to say.

"Oh yes, bloody hell, yes. You made me cum," and I reached up for him to kiss him again. "Did I taste nice?" I wanted him to acknowledge what he had done so he wouldn't be embarrassed about doing it again.

"Wonderful," he said smiling, "I like it."

"So do I," I said smiling at him. As I did so I reached down with my other hand to feel his cock. It was nearly hard again! Wait until I tell Lena, I thought, she won't believe me.

He felt me touch him there and kissed me harder. "Do you want me again," I asked.

He smiled a much more confident smile; this was his fourth time in as many hours after all. He deserved to be confident now, he knew he could do it. "Mmm," he said.

I felt confident enough in him to see if he wanted to try a different position. As I said when he touched me in the shower, I suspected that he was like his dad. He liked the female bottom. Perhaps he was influenced subtly by Mike's preference for statuettes and pictures, I don't know but I was keen to find out. Oh, of course he wouldn't take me there, although he must have seen it in the movies; that would be for later in his education, but if I was right he would be very hot doing it doggy fashion. I'd see what he wanted.

"That's nice and hard," I said, "I want it too. How do you want to do it. The same as before or have you had a different dream."

He took a deep breath and I felt his erection stiffen (my hand was still on it). "Well," I said.

He swallowed, gathering his courage. "I dreamt of you kneeling and me behind you," he said. Then his courage failed, "Oh, I'm sorry Jo. I shouldn't should I?"

Again my response was simple. I turned on my face and knelt up giving him my bottom. I turned my head and looked back at him, "Like this?"

"Oh god yes," he said breathlessly, "oh yes. So beautiful, so beautiful."

I watched him come behind me and then felt his hands on my bottom. He stroked and caressed my bottom cheeks then his hands moved to my legs and from there to my back. He was exploring my body, touching, feeling, stroking. It was marvellous. The bed moved as he came closer and I felt his cock nudging my bottom cheeks. It felt very solid indeed. I suspected he might be a little bit longer cumming this time, at least I hoped so for my pleasure! Next I felt the head of his penis in my pussy just pushing the lips apart before he pushed on inside. He didn't need any help now, he knew what he was doing and he knew he could do it. He was deep inside in one go – I realised he was going to take some training if he was going to become as good as Mike but I was happy now. Happy with him deep inside me.

"Oh yes," I said, "yes. That's good."

He started to make love to me, back and forth, back and forth. Sliding in my hot wet pussy. I couldn't really see his face, it would have been nice to do this in the main bedroom with the mirrors but, there you are, and I didn't think we'd get this far this afternoon anyway. This time he did last longer, a lot longer. I had at least two good orgasms as he took me like this. I must admit that for normal sex it's not my favourite position (it is for anal), I prefer 'mish' but this was bloody good because it was with him. Then he was shouting out loud, "Joanna, Joanna," over and over as he came again. I could feel him pulsing as he pushed deep inside me and filled me with what was left of his cream.

We both fell sideways and I sank into my usual post orgasmic daze to be brought round by him kissing me.

"I've never felt or done anything like this afternoon," he said, "thank you. I didn't think I'd ever make love to a woman after college. Oh Joanna, I love you so much. I'm sorry if I wasn't as good as uncle Mike."

That reminded me. "You were as good, not as polished," I told him honestly, "but good." I laughed, "Anyway, he would only have managed once this afternoon, you managed four. Wait till I tell Lena."

"Will you," he asked worried, "will you tell her everything? And uncle Mike?"

"Well, I'll tell Lena everything but not Mike," I laughed, "because Lena will tell him all I tell her so I don't need to."

He seemed worried now. "What will Mike say?" he asked, "will he be angry with me for, errrm, you know, doing that."

"What," I said laughing, "for making love to me?" He nodded. "No. Don't be silly, of course not." Then I decided to tell him, "It's what he wanted."

He seemed stunned, "What he wanted?"

"Yes, what he wanted. Well I wanted it as well, but he wanted it too. He wants us to get together. Oh silly, don't look like that. Only if we want to, he didn't intend to force us or anything but if we like, or love, each other he wants us to be doing this. He'll be pleased, you see." Then I thought I had to find out what he knew. "You'd want your father to be proud of you wouldn't you?" I asked softly.

He looked absolutely stunned now, mouth open, totally surprised and shocked but he did manage to respond. "Wh, wh, wh, what do you mean. My father's at home, he doesn't know about us. Well not like this anyway."

"Don't prevaricate," I said quietly, this was an important moment for the future. "Earlier you said you could never please me like your father then you said Mike. Well you know I've never been with Silvio so why did you say that?"

He looked terrified now, like a frightened rabbit. There was a serious skeleton here and I was about to get it out of the cupboard. I only hoped that in doing so I wouldn't cause too much damage but I had to know. I couldn't let this pass now, not now he had said it.

"It's nothing," he said desperately, "just a slip of the tongue. Sometimes I get confused and I was then."

"Yes," I said rather severely. "Do you love me?"

"More than anything," he said resignedly. He wasn't silly, he knew where this was going.

"And I love you, totally, completely. Guy," I got his attention, "we can't have secrets from each other. Secrets ruin relationships. You can't hide this, you said it didn't you."

"Oh Joanna, Jo, I had to make a promise. I can't break it."

My mind was working overtime, promise, who would he have to promise. A promise that he didn't feel able to break. It must be his mother. Now I was on very dangerous ground. A lover should try never to come between a mother and her son, that way lies disaster. I must try to avoid asking him to choose between her and me, and I was close to doing so now but it had to be done. For his sake, for my sake, for Mike's sake; very much for his sake, and for Lena. I had to try to find my way through.