Mussolini's Women - Eleonora

By Delorita & RoZita

Dear readers, please let me say one thing before you'll start to read. We wrote those stories without to understand what they are talking in the movie. So please, those who DO understand what they are talking, forgive us our mistakes !!

Eleonora had barely finished getting her nearly four-year-old son dressed when she heard the knock on the door. She knew who it was, and she finished buttoning the little boy's shirt, telling him firmly to stop squirming and stand still.

"I know who that is," he said in that cocky little tone that reminded her so of his father. "It's Mrs. Petrov. I don't like her. She always pinches my cheeks and calls me her big little man. It annoys me."

Eleonora laughed a little, then abruptly stopped herself. "That is not a respectful way to talk of an older person, doushka," she said, but she smiled a little. "I want you to be polite to our neighbors always."

Because they will talk if you don't, she thought. As if they don't already....

She smoothed back her little boy's dark curls and tried not to look too adoringly at him. He was spoiled enough as it was. But he was so beautiful, just like a dark little angel. Just like....

Mrs. Petrov knocked again. Eleonora sighed and went down the hall to answer the door.

"Good morning," Mrs. Petrov sang as Eleonora opened the door. "You look lovely, my dear...and how is my big little man this morning?" She reached down and pinched the little boy's cheek. He flinched. His mother looked down at him sternly with a "remember what I said" look.

"Won't you come in," she said with a forced smile. "I just made some of that spiced tea you gave me the recipe for."

"Yes, I can smell it. I'd love some." Mrs. Petrov settled her fat body down into an armchair and made herself right at home. Eleonora poured tea for them both and gave her son a lump of sugar to keep him happy. He took it and held it between his teeth, showing it to Mrs. Petrov, who laughed and told him he was a rascal and a natural-born show-off, which seemed to please him very much. And then she made the remark Eleonora had been dreading for the three months since she had made the older woman's acquaintance, looking at a small-framed portrait of a man in naval uniform. "He looks nothing like his father," she said, reaching over to pick up the photograph in its ebony frame. "Nor you either." She lifted her eyebrows to Eleonora behind her glasses.

"I look like nobody," the child said as though he was proud of it, sticking his little chin out and scratching behind one ear at the same time. His black eyes full of sparks. Mrs. Petrov laughed. Eleonora forced a smile.

"Mishka," she said, "why don't you go to the back yard and play. And if that little Katya next door tries to tell you any of her stories, you tell her she's going to grow a long nose."

It was just what he had been waiting to hear. He would have been bored to death sitting around listening to a couple of old women talk. He tore right out of the back door before his nursemaid could even stop him, yelling at the top of his voice. Eleonora rolled her eyes and Mrs. Petrov chuckled.

"He reminds me of my Nikolai when he was that age," she said, and Eleonora held her breath. Maybe if she could keep Mrs. Petrov on the subject of Nikolai, then she would forget to bring up the subject of Mishka's lack of resemblance to either of his parents.

On the other hand, she was secretly dying to talk about Benito...

Mrs. Petrov began telling a lengthy story about a prank her Nikolai had played as a boy. Eleonora encouraged her as much as she could, cocking one eye toward the window where she could see her little boy playing with the girl next door, who was a year older than himself and claimed that she was madly in love with him and was going to marry him in a year or two. Mrs. Petrov was in her element, and hardly noticed anything else...

...Until Mishka came tearing back through the back door about 20 minutes later, naked as the day he was born....

And it all came back to Eleonora as if it had all happened last week...

It was back in the year 1901.

Eleonora was a young very rich woman from Russia who lived in Switzerland at that time, stood sadly on a train station in Genf. The train, which brought her Benito away from her, is no more in sight. Slowly she put her waving hand down, wiped a tear away.

A few months ago a wonderful tale had started and now she thought of it again.

Eleonora carefully opened the door of the new car. The rain still fell in forks. She hated that. It always ruined her shoes and her dress. With a sigh she took her umbrella and, lifting her skirts, she stepped onto the wet street. She didn't know where to walk in the darkness because everywhere were little lakes on the ground.

Well, only some steps til I'll be inside, she thought as she waved farewell to Alfonso and her other friends. Then she started to run but in the middle of the way she suddenly got startled. It seemed as though someone was behind the big bush.

No, she told herself to give herself courage, must have been a cat.

But after the next step someone pulled at Eleonora's arm and she really got a shock...a shock of surprise. She smiled. It was Benito. The most handsome man she'd ever seen and also the funniest. She didn't know him very well but he amazed her and she had been drunk from his dark gaze, struck by his very good looks.

Eleonora immediately giggled when she thought of his performances. When they met the first time he caught a piece of money with his mouth and did an elegant bow on the street like an actor on the stage. And last week he "captured" her directly in a restaurant when she had a meal with Alfonso and another friend. The men argued a bit until Eleonora, who almost burst in pieces because she was not able to stifle her laughter, rose and took Benito's arm to leave the house together with him. She was not able to resist. His convincing smile and his bold behavior and all the sparkles of joy in his black eyes to mock the men, pulled her towards him.

That evening she was sure she would have allowed him everything. Unfortunately he had to leave her and her aunt's apartment after making a bad joke which brought her aunt to tears. But Eleonora didn't mind and she still laughed to herself after he left because he had imitated a guy named Wolodja. Benito even spoke Russian then with a very deep voice and very theatrical movements. And the other thing she was amazed about is that he didn't like the black Russian caviar. He really had trouble tasting it.

Now Benito stood before her. The rain drops dripped from the curls which hung on his forehead, dripped from his nose and chin. Instinctively Eleonora held up her umbrella over him, although this was senseless since he must have waited there for a very long time. His clothes were soaked with water. But he smiled. It was as if the sun had come up.

Suddenly the young woman heard her friends call out asking if something was wrong, but she calmed them and waved and hoped that they'd drive away finally.

Now Benito and Eleonora stood absolutely alone in the rain.

She wondered what he wanted. He still held her arm and seemed to pull her closer. She felt deliciously good and in a sudden urge Eleonora kissed him on his wet lips. But to the same time she asked herself what happened to her. She never felt before that SHE wanted to kiss a man, not even Alfonso who was her best friend and who probably waited for a kiss from her! She always thought kissing was allowed only with a fiancé...

But that Italian...something about him was like magic. His whole being seemed to pull her closer and closer. Eleonora felt drunk although she just sipped from her glass of wine in the restaurant this evening. Benito's nearness made her dizzy and she could not remember the words they spoke.

Suddenly he bent forward and gave her kiss back. She felt his cold lips on hers and his hands holding her head gently. She was startled because she felt his tongue in her mouth. But after the first second she thought it most delicate.

He stopped the kiss and they spoke again but Eleonora was not able to concentrate. It was too strange and something forbidden. No one could see them and she just wanted to feel his tongue again. That electrifying feeling. So she kissed him again, like he did, moving her tongue slowly into his mouth and meeting his with enjoyment. A groan came from her throat. He still tasted like fresh air and rain and Eleonora pressed her warm dry body against his to make him feel warm, to take the coldness of the rain and the night away from him.

Without asking he suddenly lifted her up and started to step upwards the stairway. She was very impressed. He carried her the whole steps without losing his breath although he did not look that strong and muscular.

Eleonora gave him another kiss onto his wet smooth cheek when they arrived the door and entered the house, whispered, "We have to get those wet clothes off you, Benituschka. You will catch your death of cold."

Benito said nothing just sat her down carefully. He seemed not to want to let her go.

"Here, wait for me in the sitting room, the fire is still burning. I'll make some tea and get you dry stuff." Eleonora's words came like a waterfall from her mouth because she didn't know what to do now. She slipped away from him in the direction of the kitchen.

"Grazie." He smiled when he dropped his soaked cloak on the floor of the hallway.

She had no clue what to do now. She wanted him so much to stay in her apartment but was very nervous to the same time. What am I going to do? She asked herself but then decided to do what her body wanted. And it wanted to feel that Italian as close as possible.

While the water for the tea boiled she got her bathrobe and towels. After a few minutes she opened the door of the sitting room with the cup and the clothes in her hands. And stopped. She almost dropped the teacup.

There he stood, in front of the fire...and he was...she gasped aloud...ABSOLUTELY NAKED!

Eleonora had never seen a man naked before except in the books of her medical studies. And all those pictures were drawings. She had even seen a fully erect member in a secret magazine which circulated among the students. But she found it kind of disgusting and wondered if she'd ever be able to perform the act which was necessary to get babies.

But now she was unable to breathe. Benito looked splendorous in the light of the fire and the few candles he had lit. His skin was shining and each of his muscles was in perfect form. Eleonora found herself licking her lips; she was nailed on the floor. How could he do this? But it was strange. She didn't become upset. Actually a smile came across her face and she licked her mouth again as though looking at something very tasty to eat.

Benito smiled that impertinent smile of his and asked her with a shameless boyish look: "What are you thinking? Come here." And he held up his hand.

"I wont tell you," Eleonora giggled and set the cup down on the table next to her, barely feeling a drop slosh out onto her hand. She felt a strange heat come up her spine tickling her whole body and she reached for his fingers.

He pulled her close and kissed her deeper than he had done in the yard and one of his hands found her breast and started to caress the already tight nipple. Eleonora didn't know what was happening to her. She sucked at his tongue very hard and pressed her body against his, feeling his hard member at her belly. And she became surer to do what came up in her mind although it seemed to be something very forbidden. And she still couldn't believe she wanted to do that to a man who was almost a stranger.

She stopped the kiss to look into those black eyes which were full of joy for living and the moment and Benito said hoarsely: "Do what you desire. I bet I know what it is." And with that he took her hand and laid it onto his cock.

Eleonora giggled that he had read her mind and she felt somehow like a whore but she didn't care. It was great to be that naughty. She started to massage him, which brought a deep growl from his throat and he pulled her down on the cushions he threw down on the floor earlier. She was not able to stop. While caressing his member with both her hands she gazed at his heavenly body and noticed the first time in her life: desire. Desire for a male body. She wanted to possess every piece of it. And, feeling dirty already, she did the last step without thinking. She slowly bent down and touched the sensitive tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue very carefully. He groaned: "Hmmm Eleonora. That's great. Go on." She started to lick at it like on ice cream, very gentle and slow. When she realized that his breathing became faster and he lay down, gripped her head harder, she began to suck. He was totally wet already and with a deep moan he thrust into her mouth. She couldn't think straight anymore and became wild and wilder, encircled his shaft with her tongue. In the meanwhile he had slipped his hands beneath her skirts and found an entrance to her nude throbbing flesh between her thighs. The feeling of his slim fingers on this pulsating place drove her mad.

One hour before she didn't even know that there was such a place at her body and that it could be possible to do such pleasurable things. The feeling of his fingers slipping slowly inside and out again. More deep with every movement made her thrust against his hand and suck his luscious cock even more.

"Oh carina, I need to take you right now." Benito suddenly gasped while he sat up, his hand sending a pleasurable and unprecedented shudder through her body already.

There was no need to take the skirts off. Just the underwear. They didn't waste time. Eleonora just wondered for a brief moment if his big member would hurt her. But it didn't matter. She spread her legs as far as she could, waited for his thrust.

But he didn't thrust. He drove into her slowly, most slowly. Looked into her eyes to see the effect that brought. She gave a long gasp, surprised about the delicious feeling and the intense warmth inside her. She grabbed his head and pulled him close to a new deep kiss. Now he started to thrust but not hard, just a bit. He seemed to enjoy every movement inside her body. Suddenly he looked at her again in surprise: "Oh my God, you are a virgin." His face was been full of pain, "I can't stop now." He sighed.

"I don't want you to stop, Benituschka," she whispered back. He sucked in his breath with relief and gave her a careful thrust. "You are so sweet, Eleonora." He thrust again. "I love your freckles, especially here " His tongue moved now across the nude flesh of her breasts. She couldn't remember when he opened her blouse and underwear. But the feeling of his moist mouth down her throat slowly, slowly following the way her freckles showed him, til the tip of his tongue finally reached her nipples, made her weep pleasurably.

She didn't know if she hurt him because she entwined her fingers so deep in his black curls, gasped, "Oh Benito, Beniiitoooooo!" He didn't move. He only let his tongue and teeth play with her nipples. She was about to go crazy and let her hands travel down the slippery skin of his back until she reached his smooth buttocks. She paused a bit but then couldn't help herself and forced him more into herself.

He looked up again and chuckled: "Eh... I wanted to be careful."

She laughed back: "But I don't want you to be."

And with that they started a furious speed of thrusting and trembling and shaking and panting and kissing and licking and biting and sucking until a loud cry together stopped them. After several minutes, which they needed to catch their breath Eleonora said thoughtfully when she still held him in her arms, " I never thought in my wildest dreams such things are possible."

He gave her that bold smile again and replied, "Aren't naughty things something special?" She just nodded and smiled back at him. Slowly her mind cleared and she asked him, although she didn't want to because she thought it would break the spell of the moment.

"Do you love me?" She knew the answer and was not surprised when he said: "No." But he kissed her very deeply again, before he asked the same question. And she replied the truth. "No. But you are right, Benituschka, to do forbidden things is something special." And she searched for his cock again while he finally pulled her skirt away from her.

She knew that with their very different opinions about politics they would never be able to live together. But she was young and wanted to enjoy the gift of pleasure which this handsome guy choose to give to her!

Smiling at each other they started the play of lovemaking again...

And then it was over.

Eleonora still tasted his good-bye kiss in her mouth, felt his unshaven chin tickling her face. She had asked him again in the last second if he'd loved her. Of course he said, " No." And then kissed her for the last time. It was a long sensuous kiss til the man of the train station got them parted.

She tried not to show her Italian how sad she was and she had the feeling Benito tried to hide his sadness too. He made her laugh a last time. She got the impression he told her that he didn't love her just to make it easier to come over the fact that they'll probably never see each other again.

Eleonora sighed. Benito had been in handcuffs. The police had caught him on that fateful day when a worker fell down from the scaffolding beside the university. Benito and Eleonora had meet a few minutes ago there. Benito asked Eleonora for help because he thought she was a doctor already. But she was not able to help. For the first time she realized how angry he could become. He held a short but powerful loud angry speech against the employers on the scaffolding with the death worker in his arms.

Now he was a prisoner because they found out that he did fake his passport.

He had to get back to Italy.

Deep inside she knew that their strange relationship wouldn't have been for eternity. She knew this guy now well enough to know that he was just searching for adventures. But the time with him had been fun and pure pleasure and naughtiness. She smiled for herself. She'll always keep that secret for herself that she have had slept with a stranger. And she knew her aunt wouldn't tell anyone either. She would fell down dead before she'll tell someone that Benito one morning stood in front of her totally naked, laughing at her very hard that special laugh of his.

Eleonora turned from the train station and after a few steps deep in thoughts she noticed something. Between all the excitement she had forgotten that she didn't get her monthly bleeding to the right time.

A broad smile came across her face and with a glimpse of hope she whispered to herself, Benito Mussolini, I think I'll never forget you.