Chapter 3: Gina's Choice

When the time came Gina was standing in the Patron’s ante-room with her hand on the door to his bedroom, ready to present her willing body to the man who waited to make her a woman. She removed her robe, ran her hands over parts of her body, took a breath, then knocked and entered the Patron’s bedroom with a smile - and nothing else. She was very much ready and eager to be made a woman while serving the Patron’s pleasure.

Stepping through the door she saw in the bed her heart’s greatest desire, which she suddenly realized was not what she expected. In the bed was her husband Carlo! He had the biggest smile she had ever seen on him.

She was two steps into the room before she stopped and stood in complete shock, trying to work things out. She recalled a childhood tale; had she stepped through any mirrors lately?

“Carlo! What are ... where is...” That was as far as she got before she heard the Patron’s deep voice behind her. She turned as if to bow as she was taught, but the Patron signaled her to stop; when she arrived in the house a week ago he said that inside “the house where she slept” such things were not needed.

She almost moved to cover herself to show proper modesty, but in his bedroom that was clearly not required, or expected. Something else was appropriate. So she did the opposite and posed slightly, spreading her legs and arching her body slightly to show herself a bit more.

His smiling eyes said the Patron appreciated both the impulse and what he saw displayed. His body responded visibly, she stared, she suddenly registered that the Patron was also as naked as she and Carlo. Her eyes were drawn below his waist as his were drawn below her’s. She knew what she expected when she entered, but now she was confused and had to wonder just what was going to happen.

Even an inexperienced girl knew that two men, both with erect cocks, was usually not noble or romantic. But she had heard how they could be very exciting for the naked woman. Gwen had told her a story - she swore it was not her - that featured a “German Sandwich,” for one woman and the six men who made their sandwich of her body two men at a time. Some details of the arrangement were unclear, but it continued, two men at a time with the woman, until all six men had enjoyed all they could of her, while she was sore and tired but very happy. The men who came after the war brought some new customs with them.

The Patron spoke. “My dear, you looked so beautiful today, at the ceremony. But I must say that now you are even more beautiful than I imagined, you are a sight that does my heart a great good. I witnessed the love you two have for each other, and in that light I realized it was unfair to keep you from your husband for another night. But I could not deny you the honor you earned. So earlier today I deputized this fine young man, the noble Carlo, to serve in my deputy until dawn, providing he did a superior job and made you a happy woman as often as his flesh could rise to your service. Now I place two charges upon you as a couple. The first is that you tell no one of this until after the birth of your child’s first child. Do you agree?”

The order called for a serious response. “Si Patron,” Gina and Carlo said together. They had been speaking in synch and completing each other’s sentences for about six months now. Everyone said it was darling, a sign of true love, or something.

“The second charge I place is that after your honeymoon, a time will come when I will ask each of you to tell me of this night, in private, and in very great detail.” He took a small step forward, tilted his head forward and changed the timbre and volume of his voice, to indicate that the next words were not part of the formal charge but were of a more private personal matter. He also made a point at looking at particular regions of Gina’s bared body with obvious interest. “You understand, I see how I am denying myself a great pleasure this night, so at that future date an older man might well enjoy sharing the memories that I am giving up ... maybe more than once ... and maybe dressed this informally.” The risque suggestion brought a smile to all as they imagined their much older selves telling tales about tonight in very great detail, and sharing a response.

The Patron returned to his usual “command” demeanor. “Do you agree?”

With the naked Patron standing now very straight before them plus the superimposed mental picture he had created their response this time was rather lighter. “Si Patron.”

Shaking his head like he could not resist, the Patron held his hands and body as if he was about to leave them, but he could accept a hug first. It was her choice.

Gina responded by leaping into his open arms, pressing her entire body against all of him with nothing held back. They almost kissed on the lips, they both felt the desire, but they chose to kiss their cheeks instead.

“Thank you so much my Patron. You have shown me where my heart truly lies,” Gina said. “It is a lesson well learned, one I will keep in my heart always.”

“Thank you my dear, you have shown me as well.”

“But I don’t want my Patron to be alone on my behalf...” she started to say. The words came without thought, then came the thought of a “sandwich” but before that was fully formed another idea had formed in her mind and replaced it. That was what suddenly leapt out.

“That will not happen, I have made plans...” he replied. “Delightful plans, I assure you.”

It was not a quick hug, after many months of instruction from the Patron and others they had sincere feelings for each other. After a final squeeze - they both treasured the feeling of the other’s body against their own - they finally released each other and the Patron turned to leave.

That was when Gina took a knee, as was appropriate when making a request. “Patron, if it is not too bold, I would ask a boon of a very personal nature?” From the lower angle, and behind the Patron, what she saw made her think of a bull, and her idea was even more tempting.

The Patron turned back to her, it was very clear from where her eyes rested that he was eager for whoever waited for him in another bed somewhere in the hacienda. On Gina’s belly, she felt the coolness of the wet liquid he left from the hug, from his cock showing how eager he was. Still, he was curious, so he said he would hear her request. She gave Carlo a look, he was very anxious for her, but he trusted her, which highlighted the issue. She fought the urge to rush through what she wanted to say.

“My Patron, I thank you for all the great favor you have shown us. As I considered this night ... both my husband and I are inexperienced ... and I have reason to believe I have a difficult barrier ... I love Carlo dearly, but I would hope his first memory of us together would not be of my pain.” She took a breath and looked up at the Patron with her eyes shining. “If someone with experience just cracked open the door ... we might be better off for our first time.” It was a bold request. The Patron did many jobs around the farm, and he was known not to leave any job half done. But clearly that was what she was asking.

The Patron thought for a moment then nodded his agreement. “What you say is true, I was given the same thought, but ... Frankly, it is one of the reasons for the first night. Perhaps I can see to grant you what you wish, while still giving Carlo what he wishes. I need some helpful advice from one who knows much. One moment.”

The house had an intercom, the only one in the colony. He touched a button and spoke the word “love” as a gentle summons.

While they waited the Patron had Gina get on the large bed, in the center, moving Carlo to one side.

Carlo saw, for the first time the extent of what was different about his bride, she seemed to have lost every bit of her hair from certain regions. (It was the tropics, they had seen each other naked before.) He was curious and the Patron encouraged him with a smile to explore closely, with eyes and fingers, “to make sure all is well.” The Patron also admired her, but took care not to stare too closely.

In a few moments Eve appeared at his door, wearing one of the Patron’s old dress shirts. It was a shirt Gina had mended two days ago, Eve was very frugal. It was long enough to cover Eve, if it was buttoned. In this case it looked like she had put it on in a hurry, and the two buttons that had been closed were in the wrong buttonholes, so she was clearly not covered. All could see she was shaved as well. She seemed very pleased to be called.

The Patron and his wife spoke quietly, well away from the two newlyweds. As they spoke the Patron undid her buttons, but left them open, which caused Eve to grin at him, and say the word “rascal.” Gina thought that Eve had won a bet or something, and maybe there was a discussion of a reward that was owed her, but the bride could not imagine what that was about.

Finally Eve came to the bed and sat down, holding Carlo’s hand. The Patron sat by Gina’s head and took her hand.

Eve started out. “My husband and I have discussed this issue. I saw how your barrier is very robust. I can banish with the worst part of the pain by opening the flesh with a very sharp blade, it is not romantic and the position is very embarrassing, but a moment will save the greatest difficulty for both woman and man. If you wish, I can make that cut. But that is just the first stage. The entry must still be made, that will cause pain as the flesh rips. There will added pain, less intense, as the inside stretches to accommodate the penetration. The question is, if I open the flesh, who do you want to press in, to open the door? Carlo or my husband? Please, do not consider my feelings in this, as I will be happy with either in my bed while the other is with you.”

At first it seemed an impossible choice, when Gina was ordered to the Patron’s bedroom she thought she would not have to choose and would enjoy the night serving her master with her body, and tasting many pleasures thereby. She realized as she prepared that she wanted to be under the Patron, doing her duty like sewing his buttons and giving her body; it was not hard duty after all. But when she saw Carlo in the bed she knew how strongly her heart wanted him tonight. Now Eve seemed to be giving her a choice again.

As Gina went between the two, a third idea came to her. There was a saying, “in for a penny, in for a pound,” that she never understood, but it came to her now. She worked up the courage to speak it. “I know this sounds selfish, but let me ask a question. Is it possible to have a very handsome experienced man stretch my door open, but once the door is open ... but not entered ... to have another stretch the length inside? I realize that I might be asking a great deal of the first man.”

During all this, Eve had held Carlo’s hand, which gave her an idea of his thoughts. When Gina started her question he showed some distress, as he had become settled in his mind on spending the night with his bride, for both the initial trial and the later pleasantness. But as Gina explained her idea he saw that she was asking for something that would aid them both. Essentially she wanted the two men to work as a team, not like a sandwich but dealing with and sharing some of the distress caused by her tight entrance. The Patron possessed the knowledge to deal with opening, and she plainly wanted Carlo to conclude festivities. It made perfect sense for her.

Eve was surprised that she had not thought of the plan Gina suggested. She saw at a glance that her husband was agreeable ... and amused. They quickly arranged things.

First the two men held Gina’s legs up and out of the way so Eve could open her barrier with the small medical knife she brought. As Eve mentioned it was a very embarrassing position. Still, Gina hardly felt the touch of the new scalpel blade, it was very sharp and Eve’s hand was sure. Eve mentioned that the barrier covered most of the Gina’s opening, so a long curved cut was needed, plus a second cut which nicked across. It would have been very painful for both parties if any man’s blunt member, no matter how skillfully applied, tried to open her in the natural way, by force.

With the cuts were done and the bleeding had stopped Eve took Carlo over to a chair and turned it facing away from the bed. “A degree of privacy will suit us all,” she whispered. “Besides, I also have desires for the young flesh I was to enjoy.” She sat him down, then sat straddling him with his erection between their bellies, and began kissing him in a romantic manner. As an inexperienced lover, Carlo did not realize that kisses could be done with the lips parted and the tongue at play. But he learned quickly, and enjoyed the passion they built kissing in that manner.