Caroline Ch. 10.04

I started to gently masturbate him, using both hands, before I flicked the head with my tongue and tasted his pre-cum. There was much more than with Mike, Guy was younger I suppose. Again I got that frisson of excitement as I tasted the essence of a man only bettered by the pleasure of his cum filling my mouth. Now I wanted more so I took the whole head into my mouth, filling it with the taste of him, and gently sucked more from his tiny pee hole. This brought an, "Oh shit Caroline, oh hell." I pulled my mouth from him.

"Is that all right," I said in my little girl voice and I pouted outrageously at him. "Shall I take some more in and suck it harder."

"Oh Lena, I don't know whether I can stand this for long. I've dreamed of this for such a long time. God I don't know how many times I've masturbated imagining you doing this."

I pouted at him again, "All that wasted spunk. Now you've got to give me some to taste but you must wait a while otherwise I'll never be able to swallow your cock you know. It is quite big and it takes a while to get it all down," I said and I smiled sexily at him. "You do want me to swallow it all don't you?"

"Hell Lena, anything you want. I'll try, shit I'll try."

I went back to his lovely penis standing proud with my two hands around it. It was going to be a bit of a challenge. I knew I hadn't swallowed one as long as this before. Swallowing is really just a matter of control but obviously the longer or the fatter a erection is the more difficult it becomes. He was certainly going to investigate my tonsils with his long boner! I was eager to try however and I knew he probably wouldn't last very long but I didn't really want him to cum deep in my throat as it's quite difficult to swallow cum like that or to taste it.

My first job was to coat his erection in saliva to make it nice and slippery so I started to lick it up and down, occasionally taking the head in my mouth. I didn't suck him, I wanted to keep his stimulation down to give him a chance to hold on until the end. I continued to gently stroke him with one hand and coat him with saliva. This drew soft moans of, "Yes, yes, oh Lena, yes," from him and a gentle movement of his hips.

When he was about right I looked up at him and said sexily, "Now I'm going to swallow your cock, okay? Are you watching. Please," I said smiling, "please try not to cum when you're right in." I've found that men seem to get more pleasure out of watching themselves being deep-throated or talking about it than they do from the feeling in their penis.

"Oh yes and I'll try," he said huskily.

Well, if he was anything like his father, and he was, he would probably be able to hold himself back but I was going to make sure he came just when I wanted him to. I made sure my fingers were wet and I traced my hand under his balls towards his anus. I suspected that a finger in there would bring him on! My fingers there immediately brought a shudder from him and he opened his legs a bit more.

So to the matter in hand. After a deep breath I took him into my mouth until I felt the head at the back then I moved it to my throat and swallowed it. It was easier than Mike at first, Guy was thinner so went down quite easily but he went deeper, only a little I know but it felt like an awful lot. I was on the point of gagging when my nose met his pubes – he was in. Straight out again for me to get my breath and control the gag reflex, then back in. The second time was better, no gagging and a tiny bit deeper. After that it was okay, he was deep in my throat, and his hips were now going faster, thrusting upwards, as he tried to fuck my mouth and throat.

This is okay and I love doing it for my men but I can't do it for very long so after a little while I moved the head of his erection to my mouth, now overflowing with saliva, and started to suck. I looked up and him and our eyes met. At that moment my finger found his anus and pushed past the tight ring.

"Oh fucking hell, shit," he said as he thrust his pelvis into my face and he started to shoot his essence into my mouth. There was tons of it, where it came from who knows. I swallowed as much as I could but it leaked out of my mouth and I had to remove his cock which continued to spurt his nectar all over my face. Now Mike never, never did this. He didn't like cumming on my face, he said it demeaned me. He's so funny isn't he? I don't mind at all really, but he either cums in my mouth or, on the very rare occasions when he's got too much for me to handle, he tries to shoot the rest in his hand or on the sheets. Poor Guy didn't have much choice at all because I had hold of him!

Pretty soon he was empty and he started to soften, but not very much! I'd never seen this before even with the boys I'd been with. All of them, and Mike (apart from that time I'd sucked him soft) had softened right down after cumming, Guy didn't. I still had a mouthful of male essence despite swallowing quite a lot and I swirled it round my mouth savouring the taste of him. Tangy, salty and the consistency of thick cream; it was lovely. I moved up level with him and showed him my mouth, full of sperm, then I swallowed to show him how much I really cared for him. I've said, haven't I, how important I think it is that a woman can swallow a man's offering, especially if she expects him to use his mouth downstairs.

I still had a load of cream on my face and I reached for his hand, took two fingers and sucked them. Then I used them to collect this from my face and sucked it off them. He watched intently and I could see he was enjoying everything I did. All this afterplay is very exciting for both me and my men and keeps everything on the boil! Finally I reached for him and made to kiss his lips. Now I wasn't sure about this, he might not want to. Quite a few boys I've known were quite happy for me to suck the cream from their penis but they wouldn't kiss me afterwards. Funny really, I never went with any of them again so it was quite important to me that Guy kissed me. Thankfully there was no hesitation, our lips met and his opened for my tongue.

He pulled away, "Oh you wonderful woman," he said, "that was marvellous."

"Better than you imagined?"

"Oh yes, far better."

I laughed, "Your father always says that no matter how good your imagination is there's no substitute for the real thing. Well, you never have to masturbate again do you."

He laughed, "I don't think I'd have the strength."

I was aware of the stickiness on my face so I said, "I'm just going to wipe my face then you can tell me what else you imagined can't you?"

He looked a bit sheepish and nodded. I suppose he was thinking: how far would I push him. All the bloody way, of course! After rinsing my face free of the sticky remnants of cum I returned to the bed and Guy. I snuggled up to him as kissed his ear and neck.

"Now, tell me what else you dreamed about when you wanked over me."

"Oh Lena, I'll get embarrassed."

"Don't worry, I don't mind. Tell you what, what did you mean when you said you knew what your father liked. Come on you can tell me."

He smiled, "Father said you were a minx and he was right," he said as he kissed me. "You weren't like most of the other girls I knew, certainly not like those at college I told you about. You didn't pretty yourself up, didn't try to be pretty." I pouted at him. "No, I don't mean you're not pretty," he said hastily.

"You don't have to worry because I know I'm not, not like Jo. I know Mike says I'm beautiful but then he loves me doesn't he and he makes me feel beautiful but I know I'm not really. Cute may be but not beautiful."

"But you're wrong," he said intensely, looking at me. "What I meant is you don't try to be pretty. You're attractive, you don't have to try. Oh dear I'm not doing this very well. When you walk into a room men look at you, they want you, I wanted you despite the fact you were with father. Your body is fantastic, well fantastic for someone like me."

I smiled up at him, "It's not," I said, "my boobs are too small and my bottom is to big."

"Oh Lena your bottom is perfection. I've lost count of the number of times I've masturbated thinking about your bottom. You see, I found all my fathers DVD's when I was staying with him. I was often left alone when he went to see his family or was on business so I watched most of them." He took a deep breath, "I don't have to tell you what they were about do I?"

I smiled, "No you don't, pretty girls getting screwed in the arse, right?"

"Yes, almost without exception. Well, you can imagine. Feeding myself a diet of anal sex meant that now, for me, it's my prime fantasy and you, Lena, have the most desirable bottom. That's what I meant when I said I knew what he liked. I realised he must have been having you there. You were so close to each other, even in those early days it was obvious that there was more than just sex. You were right together. I was pleased for him, for him to have found someone after all this time." He kissed me again. "I was bloody jealous though, I could imagine him doing that to you and it would send me right off," he laughed, "sometimes I'd cum just thinking about doing that with you."

Hearing this was marvellous and I knew now that he was going to take my bottom tonight. I wanted him deep inside me, filling me with what was left of his cum but I thought I'd probe just a little bit more.

"Tell me some of your fantasies. Don't forget Guy, I don't mind what you say." I looked deep in his eyes, "You can do anything you want to me, anything at all. You can say anything to me, live out any fantasy with me, and with Jo for that matter. We both love sex with the men we love, and I do love you a little. So tell me what you imagined," I said as my hand reached down for his penis.

He took a deep breath. "I imaged having you there, licking, sucking, and fucking you. Cumming deep inside your bottom. Oh so many different ways, all those ways I'd seen in the films. I even imagined watching my father have you there and then having you after him."

God I was getting hot thinking of this. Time to press a bit more. "Did you ever imagine both of you taking me at the same time?"

He looked away, "Oh Lena, I'm sorry."

I smiled at him, "Don't be, did you?" If he'd imagined it, masturbated thinking of it, I was certain he'd want to do it.

"Yes, often." He took another deep breath. "We'd change over, you know, front to back, then you'd suck one of us. We'd cum deep inside you. Oh god Lena, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be talking like this, telling you this."

"Why not," I said, "there's nothing wrong in imagining is there?"

He smiled, "No, I suppose not."

I fixed him with my eyes. "Do you want to do that?"

"What?" he said not understanding.

"Do you want to DP me with your father?" I could feel his cock shoot to rock hardness at the very idea.

He swallowed, "Father would never do that would he?" I nodded. "Lena, Lena."

"You do don't you? Tell me."

He was so passionate now, he was very, very worked up. His penis was solid now, like a flagpole. "Father said you might want that."

"When?"

"When we were talking about you and Jo together, he said that you were both very sexy ladies and liked everything."

Hearing this I was suddenly worried that he might think badly of me. "Oh Guy, I don't want you to misunderstand. Yes I love sex, all sorts of sex but only with the people I love. I've never done any of the things I do with Mike with anyone else," I smiled at him, "other than you, and I don't want to. Sex with someone you love is so different from sex without that emotion. That's how I know I'm beginning to have strong feelings for you, because I enjoyed you so much. Would you like to do it with Jo?"

He was quiet for a while then he answered honestly, "I don't know," he said. "I haven't spent so much time imagining things about Jo, it was all just me and her. I knew she was with father but it didn't really affect how I thought about her. You're right, I understand now, when I thought about Jo," he laughed, " and I masturbated and came it was a different feeling from when I thought about you. Oh, this is difficult to explain. You see I didn't start to think about Jo in that way until our dinner together. Before that I was aware of very strong feelings for her, love probably, but I didn't see her from a sexual perspective. That sounds silly, I know, but I didn't." He looked at me and smiled, "I'm afraid that in your case I was masturbating the first night I met you. Oh how I imagined what my father did to you."

I reached up and kissed him, it was time. "I'm going to turn over now and you can do everything you imagined. I'm yours, you can do anything you like, anything," then I smiled, "but be gentle and use KY!" So I turned over and opened my legs a little, turning my face towards him. He knelt beside me like his father and for what seemed like ages looked at me. I know now how much he enjoys looking at us like this, both he and Mike do. I could feel his penis resting on one of my cheeks and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. Then his finger began to trace a line down my spine, very gently, right across the valley between my bottom cheeks, not intrusive, not parting them, just seeming to enjoy the satiny feel of my skin.

Now he leaned forward, kissed my shoulders and tenderly massaged my back, slowly moving down. He opened my legs more and knelt in between. He was again still for a while taking in the sight of me like this, a position he must have imagined many times. Then he started to massage the cheeks of my bottom, gently and with a stroking motion. I wondered where he'd learnt this, not from the films I was sure, but it was good. Slowly he worked down to the tops of my legs using his thumbs to stroke the skin between. By this time I was well on the way to an orgasm. This type of slow foreplay, almost always used by Mike, really works me up. I needed to feel his mouth or his tongue however, so I said softly, "That's lovely Guy, please kiss me there. I need your tongue, please."

Lovely man that he is, he needed no second bidding as he leant forward and began to kiss the cheeks of my bottom before gently prising them apart to expose my dark nether hole. I wanted to be really tight for him this first time so I was squeezing tight as he caught his first sight of my anus. I heard him take a deep breath, "Oh Caroline, Caroline," he said passionately then I felt his mouth on my anus and his tongue pushing inside. I opened up for him; to allow his tongue to explore the inside of my back door. I felt him licking around the inside of my anus and occasionally exploring further inside.

"Oh yes, yes, keep doing that please. I'm cumming," I just managed to say as a lovely climax arrived causing me to push my bottom hard into his face.

Then he was gone and I felt the slight coldness of KY being applied to my ring and inside my rectum. "Kneel Caroline," he said in a voice that was his fathers. Then, suddenly, it wasn't Guy who was going to bugger me, it was Mike.

I felt the head of his erection knocking at the door of my back passage and, after my usual clenching, I relaxed and allowed it in. I think it must have been too much for Guy because he thrust forward and shouted, "Oh fucking hell," and started to cum. I could feel cum inside my rectum and thought sadly that I mightn't get really buggered tonight but he couldn't help it could he. I did think, however, that he had managed a little bit of control because he stopped very quickly anyway, I always think a man cumming like this is a bit of a complement really. I was determined, however, not to give up so I pushed back on him and took him all into my bottom. What a wonderful feeling of fullness. He wasn't as big as Mike but he was certainly longer! I took a deep breath and revelled in the feeling of him inside me but I had to maintain some control.

"Oh Lena, I'm sorry, so sorry. I couldn't stop, it was so much."

I smiled back at him. "It's all right," I said. Then, as he began to withdraw, "No, don't take it out. Just let us both fall sideways with it still there and you can tell me again all the things you imagined doing to me." So we fell slowly sideways on the bed with him still embedded fully in my bottomhole. I was holding on to him tightly and was pleased to feel that he wasn't fully soft and was able to stay inside me. Could he get hard like this? What a feeling that would be!

In this position it was difficult to kiss him so I would have to talk him hard. I started by saying, "Play with my nipples, squeeze them a bit. I like that." His hands reached in front and began to stroke my boobs and tweak my nipples before he squeezed them gently. Then, without any prompting, his hand went to my pussy and his fingers found their way inside while his thumb rested on my clit. He kissed my neck and shoulder. The pleasure was tremendous and I worked the muscles in my rectum to try to 'stroke' his penis.

"Do you like fucking me like this?" I asked him. "Do you like your big stiff cock stuck up my arsehole?" I hoped that using this language would stimulate him. "Tell me you like it, tell me what I feels like."

"Oh god, Lena, I love your bottom. It's so tight. Squeeze my cock, please, squeeze it tight." So I did and it started to harden. What a heavenly feeling, his erection stretching the walls of my back passage from within.

"I can feel you getting hard," I said, "your cock loves my arsehole doesn't it. I want you to fuck me there, bugger me, sodomise me. Fuck me so hard I won't be able to sit down." All through this I could feel him getting harder until finally I said, "Come on, it's hard now, fuck my arse just like you've imagined. I want every inch in there and I want your cum deep in my bowels." With that I started to move back on his cock. All this talk had really got me going as well, he could probably have done anything he wanted at that moment.

He began to really move in my bottom then, slowly but long and deep. His hand reached for my top leg and he pulled it upwards, bending the knee. This allowed him access to my pussy and, as he continued to bugger me with long strokes, he tweaked my clit and entered me with his fingers. I came, a massive orgasm that made me squeeze him hard in my bottom. I thought he would cum but he didn't. Like his father he stopped and, as my climax receded, he started again to bugger me. He was going to last for ages and I wasn't about to complain.

"I want to sit on it," I said, "do you want me to?"

He was lost now, lost to the pleasure of anal sex with me. "Oh hell Lena, do what you want. I love being in your bottom."

Keeping him inside my bottom I sort of rolled backwards so he was on his back and I was laying full length on him. "Push me up," I said breathlessly. I felt his hands pushing my shoulders and I pulled my legs back and sat upright with his erection still buried in my bottom. It was marvellous. I bounced up and down on him but it wanted to see his face so I turned. Another fabulous feeling as his manhood swivelled inside me. Now I could look down on him, at his face which showed a frenzy of desire. Now a penis in your bottom in this position is pushing at the inside of your rectum and the more you lean forward the harder it pushes. I could see the pleasure on his face as he must have seen the pleasure on mine. This leaning forward generated such a heavenly feeling. I leaned right forward and kissed him passionately, a kiss he returned.

"How do you want to cum?" I said guessing he wouldn't cum like this – he couldn't really move!

"Kneel on the edge of the bed," he said breathlessly, "Lena, how often I imagined taking you like that, please," he almost begged. He didn't need to, I wanted it. Reluctantly I climbed off him, hearing a soft pop as his penis left my anus. I felt so empty. I knelt on the edge of the bed, spread my legs and buried my face in the bed. Looking back at him I licked my lips and said in some sort of daze, "Come on then, fuck me, fuck my arse."