Caroline Ch. 09.02

"Yes," I said rather sadly because I was sad that I wanted him. It meant I betrayed Mike and I didn't want to do that but, well I did fancy him and I couldn't change that could I? "I do want him." Then I hugged Mike tightly. "I don't want to lie to you but he's so like you, especially now. Sitting in there looking at the two of you, oh Mike, I don't know how anybody could not see he was yours. He's more like you than Bernardo is like Silvio. Can you understand?" I began to get a bit tearful, I thought I was betraying him again, just like over Gianna.

He held me back tightly, "Oh darling one," he said in that lovely way of his, "amata. I wouldn't have believed you if you said you didn't. He's young, he's handsome," he laughed, "he's virile – four bloody times in the afternoon and he's still going tonight. He's almost everything I'm not."

I punched him, punched him hard. "He's not," I said vehemently, "he's not you! And I love you. I don't love him, I just fancy him. He might be a younger version of you and that's what makes him so attractive to me, but he could never replace you."

"Thank you sweetheart. You know you can make a man feel good." He bent and kissed me, "I love you," he said and we held each other.

We sat like that for a while, just enjoying the feeling of holding each other and loving each other. I think I must have gone to sleep in his arms because I was woken by his soft breath on my ear and his teeth tenderly nibbling my earlobe.

"Wake my pretty one," he whispered as he nibbled away. I pulled away from him sleepily and he smiled tenderly at me. A smile with just a hint of mischief. "Sleeping on the job," he said starting to laugh, "I was under the impression that I was going to 'perform' tonight."

Honestly I had completely forgotten about sex while we talked. The strong emotions I had felt sort of washed away the idea but now, well, he had brought it up hadn't he? And he was certainly interested, his hand slid into the folds of my housecoat and began to gently caress my breast.

"Mmm, that's nice," I said, "I'm awake now. Will you kiss me?"

He didn't need asking twice. He bent his head and we kissed. Strangely it wasn't a really sexy kiss, we didn't seem to need that. It was more a kiss saying sorry and I love you. He was still stroking my breast so that was good as I parted from our kiss and whispered, "Kiss them, please."

He was only to happy to oblige, parting my housecoat and lowering his head to take one nipple in his mouth. He sucked, as usual quite hard, but not too hard – not any more! Then to the other side, this time a soft and gentle bite and pull. It was heavenly because all the time his hand continued to caress my boobs as he used his mouth. He seemed quite happy doing this, it was something different for us, sitting together like this, I liked it.

I turned a bit to make it easier for him to get at my boobs and started to run my hand through the hairs on his chest. With my other hand I stroked his back. Pretty soon I decided I needed to investigate his manhood and, sure enough, it was sticking up and ready to go. I eased it through the fly on his jim-jams and started to lightly masturbate him; not too hard, I wanted him tonight and he wasn't Guy was he. He seemed to enjoy this as he kept attending to my tits, now underneath really winding me up.

Then I wanted him in my mouth so I pulled away and said, "I want to suck you, swallow your cock," and I knelt in front of him. I used both hands to hold him then I eased his balls out as well. He slid forward and opened his legs, "Don't you dare cum in my mouth," I said, "I need you to love me tonight, love me completely." He knew what that meant, he was to have my mouth, my pussy, and my bottom.

"Oh hell Lena, I'll try not to but stop when I stop."

I knew this and I would be sure to do so but I was going to get his erection deep in my throat, deeper that it had ever been before. It's funny really, I felt as if I wanted to be used, no abused, by him. I suspect it was guilt about putting him through all that pain about the past. I knew however, that he would never do that to me again, even if I asked him, so I would have to do it myself and swallowing him was all I could do. I should have known that he wouldn't allow me to do that, even if I wanted to.

I measured his penis with my hands, holding him tightly. I've always found that he enjoys me holding him tightly like that but he doesn't cum. I continued to wank him then bent to take him in my mouth, only the head at first, gently sucking and probing the little hole with my tongue. I got some pre-cum as a reward. As always he took deep breaths as I did this, controlling his feelings. Now I took more of him, feeling him hitting the back of my mouth: time to swallow although it would be difficult. I held his hardness gently and began to work him down my throat. It was difficult but I managed to get almost all down before, because of the angle, I gagged and spluttered.

"Hell, Lena. You don't have to do that," he said and pulled away.

I looked up at him, tears in my eyes from gagging, "I want to," I said, "I owe it to you."

He smiled. He knew where I was coming from. "You don't owe me hurting yourself," he said seriously, "and I said I'd never hurt you again like that. So we stop that now. Come up here and kiss me."

So I knelt up and he kissed me tenderly before sitting back in the sofa and saying, "Stand up and let me look at you." So I stood, housecoat open, as he looked at me. "Take it off," he said softly.

I let it slip from my shoulders and I could almost feel his eyes stroking my body. He motioned me to move nearer and when I did his hands wandered up and down my body, stroking boobs then across tummy to my pussy.

"Come closer," he said throatily. When I did he reached behind for my bottom and pulled my pussy onto his face and started to use his tongue. I was already wet and this made me wetter, and it made my legs turn to jelly. I put my hands on his head to hold myself up and he must have realised how unsteady I was.

He pulled away and said, "Turn round and sit on me."

Ooohhh, so exciting. We'd not done this before. Where did he want me, front or back. Front, he hadn't used any KY. So I turned round and bent to sit on him. Before I could do so he held my buttocks and buried his tongue in between the cheeks of my bottom, sliding it across my anus. This almost caused an orgasm, it was bloody marvellous. He didn't do it for long thankfully, my legs wouldn't have stood it. He just eased me down towards his standing prick.

"Guide it in," he said and I reached done and held his erection at the entrance to my vagina. Then I sat back. It was tremendous, breath rushed from my body, driven by his lovely cock, as I sank backwards and downwards onto him. This was great; a wonderful feeling of fullness. He reached round me front and began to massage my boobs, tweaking nipples and squeezing gently. One hand moved down and started to stroke my clitoris as he moved slowly in and out of my sex. I leant right back on him and turned my head, searching for his mouth: soon found to kiss and exchange tongues.

He couldn't move very much so I started to bounce up and down on him bringing a gorgeous orgasm washing over me. As I came he held me tightly down and, oh so tenderly, pinched my clit. That had the effect of prolong my climax for even longer.

I came down from my high I and could feel him still in me. It's a lovely feeling. I remember him telling me that when he was young he used to be able to get hard again inside a woman after he had cum, unfortunately he couldn't do it now. It must be wonderful to feel a cock hardening again after filling you with cum, especially in your bottom. But I had him in me now and it felt wonderful. I eased myself off finally and stood in front of him.

"Was that good precious," he said smiling at me.

I smiled back, "Mmm," I said, "it was good and different. Where did you learn that?"

He laughed, "It just came to me."

I reached down, pulled him up to me then over to the bed where I pushed him backwards onto it then lay next to him. He hugged me, "Now it's my turn," he said, "lay back. I want to kiss you all over."

I smiled up at him, "Say that song you said earlier," I said, "I liked it."

He kissed me then he whispered in my ear,

'You're my world, you are my night, my day

You're my world, you're every breath I take

And if our love ceases to be

It's the end of my world for me.'

"That's lovely," I said and it was. I felt, well I don't really know how I felt. Warm, loved, wanted, valued, sexy, it's so difficult to put these feelings into words. After this he kissed my mouth, my eyes, all over my face then on to my boobs. Not long there before he got to my pussy. He seemed eager to taste me tonight, to use his tongue to please me. It was nice as he licked my pussy lips then opened them to lick the inside. He sucked my clitoris before moving right down to my anus, forming his tongue into a small penis to enter me there. I was enjoying this but I really wanted him inside me again. I wished he had two cocks so he could have me front and back at the same time but he hadn't had he.

"Please put it in me," I said to him, "please. I don't mind where, I just want to feel you inside me."

He moved between my legs and, as usual, took his weight on one arm whilst the other pointed his erection at my pussy. Next the slow insertion of his penis, half in then out, then back in a little bit further each time. Heaven. Soon he was fully inside me and he began to make love to me properly, back and forth. My legs gripped his waist and my hands his buttocks to pull him in even more. Trouble was I felt empty at the back and I wanted him there as well. I felt he should have all of me after I'd been so horrible to him so I whispered, "Please don't cum."

He didn't say anything, just carried on moving in me sometimes side to side, then up and down, then in circles. I came, a glorious orgasm that made me cry out. He didn't stop as I climaxed but kept on inside me making the orgasm last for ages. But I wanted more. I wanted him in my bottom, deep in my back door, and to feel his essence filling my bowels.

"How do you want my bottom," I asked him in a deep husky voice, "take it any way you want, I don't mind. Hurt me if you want to." I was getting carried away and, unfortunately, this was too much for him.

"Slow down Lena, I don't want to hurt you, I want to make love to you, to your bottom."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I feel so rotten about earlier. I deserve to be punished, and not in our usual way either. I deserve to be hurt."

"You can never deserve that," he said, "but you do deserve to be loved. Turn over."

I turned face down and I felt him behind me, his erection bouncing on my bottom. He opened my legs and started to rim my anus, his tongue washing all round the tight ring before pushing inside. His fingers were playing with my sex at the same time and I was rapidly reaching my third orgasm. He put some KY on my bottom hole and inside and moved away. Then he closed my legs and I felt him on top of me, his hardness pressing at my anus, the head having to prise apart my bottom cheeks to get there. This was a different position. I remembered it from that terrible/exciting Sunday, it hurt then. He was going to punish me. I was pleased, I wanted to be punished for being so horrible.

As he pushed forward (he must have put KY on himself) I tightened as usual. He waited for me to loosen but I didn't. I decided to resist him so he would have to hurt me to take my bottom. He didn't push past my resistance but leant forward and whispered, "I won't hurt you, you know. If you don't relax and stop being silly you won't get it inside you."

He meant it, he wouldn't hurt me like this, even if I wanted him to and I did want him inside me so I relaxed. Perhaps it would hurt like this anyway? He pushed himself halfway into my back door then pulled back, then a bit further in. He was making love to my bottom like he did in front, gently, slowly. There was no hurt at all, quite the reverse. Soon he was balls deep in my bottom hole but still gentle. I think that with my legs together like this I was tighter for him, he certainly felt bigger like this. And the angle was strange as well. Of course, no pain, no hurt, just pleasure as he began to bugger me, slowly and firmly. He lasted a long time considering and I had a small anal orgasm before I felt him start to build for his. He speeded up a little and thrust a little harder as he neared his release. Then the final thrust, deepest yet, and the feel of his liquid hitting my insides. So my orgasm started and I clenched the cheeks of my bottom, squeezed my anus and my rectum tight. Now I could feel why this position was good for him. He suddenly felt enormous in my rear and his essence was hitting my insides like tiny bullets. I could almost hear him roaring, indeed he bent his head and bit my neck quite hard, just like a stallion on a mare. He also seemed to cum for ages as his cream eased his movement in my rectum even more.

Finally he was finished. Oh that he could get hard again in there, I thought but he couldn't. I felt him soften and finally be expelled by my bottom.

I turned to him, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Bloody marvellous," he said. Then he looked at me sternly. "You don't have to punish yourself Lena. It wasn't your fault you know, how you felt. It's quite natural that you should be worried. I told you once before that I will never hurt you again like that and I meant it."

I looked a bit shamefaced I suppose, "I'm sorry but I was nasty to you, doubting you when I shouldn't. I felt guilty and I needed to be punished. I should have known you better."

He smiled, "Doesn't matter, all forgotten. Now give me a hug." So I did and we lay down together.

"I wonder how Jo and Guy are getting on," he said smiling. "Come on, let's squeeze in the little shower together then go to sleep. It's been a long day!" So we did and now Jo is going to tell you how she did get on with Guy!

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