Anna

"Oh yes, yes, yes," I shouted as my orgasm arrived. Strong, tingly, flowing across my body. If it was like this on my boobs what would it be like downstairs. Oh heck, I couldn't wait.

Now he kissed across my 'bump' gently probing my button as he passed it, until he found my panties. He kissed across them and over my pussy causing me to push up against him. Then he bit me, not hard but gently, covering all of my sex with his mouth. Biting and sucking through the material. It was gorgeous but he wanted more. Tenderly he removed my panties then opened my legs and knelt between. His eyes roamed across my body, up and down from my eyes to my pussy. It was as if he was stroking me with his eyes.

Bending his head he began to lick my pussy from top to bottom, opening the soft lips as he did so. Then to my clit, already sensitive from his attention to my boobs. Using he fingers he held open my pussy lips and licked the inside causing a sharp intake of breath and the most divine feelings to soar across my body. Not orgasmic, just pleasant. He did this for what seemed like ages then he moved his mouth down to my bottomhole and began to softly rim my anus with his tongue. He didn't do this for long, just long enough to loosen me a bit, then he went back to my pussy.

I looked down and saw his head raise and sip his liquor. Oh god, now it started but he had a surprise for me. A new experience completely. I suddenly felt something cold at the entrance to my bottom together with the gentle tingling that was alcohol. The coldness worked it's way past my sphincter and inside, cooling my rectum and sending the most wonderful feeling along my anal tract. Oh heck, he was forcing an ice cube into my rectum, an ice cube coated with liqueur. The sensation was amazing, totally unexpected. Now another at my anus and, with gentle pressure, inserted inside.

"Oh god," I managed to say, "oh fucking hell!"

"Hold them Lena, grip them," he whispered as he bent his head to my pussy. Covering it completely with his mouth he pushed what must have been a mouthful of Amaretto deep inside my vagina. Whoosh, the sensations between my legs were overwhelming. The coldness in my rectum was offset by the warmth caused by the liquor in my vagina. I didn't know what to feel other than it was good, bloody good. I wasn't having an orgasm, well not yet anyway.

Now he was sucking my pussy, sucking the liqueur and drinking it with the flavour of me. He looked up at me and swallowed the cocktail, licking his lips afterwards. Then he was back down and two more small ice cubes found their way into my bottom. It was excruciating, feelings so strange but so good. Again he filled my pussy with liqueur but this time he rose up and placed the head of his penis at my sex. He was going to fuck me, fuck me full of liqueur with ice cubes up my arse! Oh fucking hell!

He pushed gently forward, entering me. He didn't lean forward, my bump got in the way, but took his weight on his thighs. He didn't get quite so deep this way but, heck who cares, he was deep enough now as he filled me with his erection. I don't know what it was like for him, he must have felt both the effect of the liquor on his cock and the coldness from my rectum separated only by the thin membrane from my vagina. I do know that I was having an orgasm that transcended anything I'd had for a very long time.

The cold in my back passage, the warmth of the liqueur, and the thrust of his erection inside me brought me to a new high. I think I screamed as the sheer passion of the pleasure surged through me. I needed to pull him down to me, to hold him close so I reached up for his face. Love, he leant forward taking his weight on his arms, and kissed me passionately as he continued to move gently inside me. He was loving me with his penis, sometimes all in and all out, sometimes just gently stroking. My orgasm seemed to last for ages as I must have coated his cock with a mixture of my juice and Amaretto. Finally I was finished. I let out a giant sigh as he pulled back and out of me. He was still hard, there was more to come!

He lay at my side, as usual looking down at me from one elbow. "Well, my princess, my beautiful one, did you enjoy that."

"Oh fuck, yes," I said breathlessly. "I liked the ice cubes."

He smiled, "Good," he said with 'that' look. He had something else planned and I guessed what it was.

"Can I suck you before you fuck my arse?" I said in my little girl voice and with a great big pout.

"Oh shit, Lena. Of course you can."

So he lay on his back and I knelt over him, taking his erection in my mouth. I could taste myself, him, and liqueur. I worked on his cock for a while then I could feel myself leaking. Amaretto and me from the front and water from the melted ice cubes at the back. Thankfully we always used a top sheet when we made love otherwise the bed would have been uninhabitable!

I pulled away, "I think I need to tidy up," I said looking up at him.

He must have know what I meant because he smiled and said, "No, don't worry." Then with an enormous smile he said, "Kneel up Caroline, angel, I'll deal with that."

Look, this is filthy, it's disgusting, and it is very, very naughty but as I've said, it is so bloody exciting. He was going to clean my bottom hole himself and I guessed how: lucky I was so clean!

I knelt up with my head right down and my bottom in the air and I felt him move into position behind me. Then his mouth covered my anus and he pushed more liquid into my rectum. He must have snuck a mouthful of Amaretto as I knelt. The warmth, strong now after the ice cubes, insinuated itself along my back passage making me feel an exquisite burning along the whole length. Then, then, coldness at my pussy. Oh bloody hell, he was forcing ice cubes into my pussy, deep into my vagina. He must have pushed four or five inside me then he held his hand there so they wouldn't fall out. His mouth returned to my anus and he began to suck, to pull the mixture from my bottom hole. Oh that he would do that for me. The feeling was overwhelming – not really orgasmic but just one of intense love and tenderness that he would drink from my most private of places.

His mouth moved away and was replaced by his penis gently probing my still tight rosebud and pushing the head inside. He held it there for a few moments while he forced even more ice into my vagina. Now this doesn't hurt but make sure that there are no sharp edges on the ice!. The cold sort of numbs you for a bit then, as warmth returns you get this amazing feeling almost like a very tiny orgasm.

"Hold them Lena. Squeeze tight!" So I did. This had the most amazing effect because, as I held the ice in my vagina I also tightened my rose around his cock head.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," was all I could manage as he pushed forward into me, slowly but firmly. I was so much tighter there as I held on to the ice. Like before I had these conflicting feelings but the other way round, cold in my pussy but hot, very hot (his cock felt like a red hot poker) in my rectum. Again the pleasure level was excruciatingly high. Soon he was completely inside my arsehole, his thighs banging against mine. He was heating up now, on the road to his own orgasm which he'd held on to for so long. I sensed this was going to be a good one for him so I started to move with him and talk dirty to him.

"Oh yes," I said, "stick that lovely cock deep in my arse. Fuck me with it, bugger me hard and fill me with your cream. Oh yes, yes, harder, harder, deeper, deeper. Fill me with that cock. Bugger me. Ream my arsehole."

Well that was enough, one final drive deep inside me and he started. He shouted something, I don't know what, and began to cum. This started me off. I could feel the heat of the liquid as it hit my insides. I must admit that that is what I like most about anal sex, how it feels when the warm spunk hits my insides. It's his homage to me. Oh I like all aspects of being buggered (I don't happen to think that's a nasty word) but I like this best.

I pushed back at him as he pulsed and allowed my orgasm, how many I'd lost count, to wash over me. Not quite as powerful as before but good.

He finished pulsing and removed his softening cock from my back door. I knew what I wanted to do. He'd drunk from my private place, I wanted to taste his cock now. I knelt up.

"Lay back," I said to him with a look of love. He knew, knew what I wanted to do, so he laid on his back, his penis softening quickly now after the intensity of his ejaculation deep in my bowels.

I knelt at his side, bent my head and took him in my mouth. Oh the taste of him, spunk, liquor, me. It was enough to almost start me off again. I loved it. It was dirty I know but we did this now and again. It's so intense, so exciting, so nasty.

He looked down at me as I washed his cock with my mouth, "Oh you angel," he said with feeling, "you gorgeous angel. When the bump arrives I want to do that properly," he added, "no worries."

I took a deep breath and looked at him, "Oh yes, yes please. That was wonderful." I looked at him bashfully, "I liked the ice cubes."

He smiled, "Good," he said, "I liked them as well." I continued to lave his cock, completely soft now. No chance of any more cum tonight, I thought, but then I didn't want to completely drain him, he had Anna to deal with!

"I think I need to sort myself out," I said smiling at him, "I seem to have a lot of stuff running out thanks to you."

He laughed, "Go on in, I'll join you in a minute."

So I sorted myself out then he came in and we showered in the tiny shower together before cuddling each other to sleep.

He wasn't there when I woke in the morning but I didn't have those little worries any more. I knew he'd be near. I went downstairs and there he was preparing breakfast.

"How's the most gorgeous woman in the world?" he said smiling at me. We . . . llllll, come on! "I don't know about her," I said, "but I feel great."

He laughed, "You look radiant."

"Well, I was wasn't I?"

He laughed again, "Yes, I suppose you were." Then he was serious, "Happy?" he asked.

"Yes," I said kissing him, "very happy. I'm meeting Anna for coffee this morning while you see the architect. Will you join us afterwards?"

"Mmm, yes if you want. Lena," he said seriously, "are you sure about Anna, she's very lovely you know." Bless him, he was worried about how I'd feel. Silly really, it was me who was arranging everything!

"If she wants, I want you to have her Mike. She is lovely and you will enjoy her but she'll enjoy you as well. You can teach her all about sex, how to please her man and how to please herself." I looked at him awry, "She dreams about you, you know. About sleeping with you, she told me. She's gone off boys completely since I told her about you."

He laughed, "I dread to think what you told her," he said.

"All I told her was that you were wonderful in bed, gave me lots of orgasms and made me feel terrific," I said to him as I kissed him. We continued to chat as we had breakfast and then I left to get ready.

It was a lovely early spring day, cold but bright, so we walked into Stresa. He left me at the café and I waited for Anna. I should just say here that Anna spoke quite good English but did use some Italian. To make it easier to read I've replaced some of that and made her sound more 'English' although I have left bits of Italian in at appropriate points. I've done that with most of the conversations in Italy, so did Mike when he wrote his bits. Anna arrived about 10:00 looking really nice. I think she must have thought he might be here with me.

"Ciao Anna," I said smiling at her, "you look nice today."

She smiled shyly, "Ciao Lena, thank you. Is Mike coming?"

Yes, she did expect him to be here. "He's busy but he'll join us later." I ordered coffee and a cake for me – well I was feeding two - and we sat gossiping and drinking our coffee. Finally I got round to asking her.

"Anna?" I said softly. She looked, guessing what was coming I think. "Anna, do you want to come and stay with us. We're here until Monday morning?"

She looked a bit shy and embarrassed as she plucked up courage to answer. "Yes," she said softly, "yes I do. I would like that."

Fixing her with my eyes I said, "Do you want him as well?"

She couldn't meet my eyes now, only managing to say, "Oh Lena!"

"Do you?" I asked.

She managed to look at me. I think she felt I would be annoyed if she said yes. I don't know why, I'd made it clear before that I didn't mind but I suppose now was the crunch. I was actually offering him.

"Yes. Oh Lena, mi dispiace ma, well you've told me so much about him, you know, like that. He sounds so, so gentile. Yes I do. I dream about him you know. Oh Lena, I'm sorry."

I reached and stroked her cheek, she was so lovely. Strangely, although she was only a few months younger than me, she seemed so much more. I wondered how much she would grow in the next week.

"If you want him you can have him. He wants you, he told me." I smiled, "He said you were very lovely."

"Oh Lena, are you sure?" She looked embarrassed, "You know, now you are with child?" Now I understood. She thought that as I was bump ridden I would feel differently.

I smiled back at her, "Of course. I don't worry about him Anna. When he makes love to you he will focus on you alone but I know, know deep inside, that he loves me. That's why I can let him go like this, let him go for a short while." Then I told her quietly how he had made love to me last night. Well not ALL the details, I wanted to spare her blushes: she wasn't ready for cocktails just yet! I told her what he said.

"Oh that's lovely, beautiful," she said, "and he says that all the time?"

"Well not that every time but he's always telling me how lovely I am, how much he loves me. I trust him Anna, trust him completely. Oh he will enjoy you," I looked at her, "and you will enjoy him, more that you could ever suspect, but he will come back to me." I smiled at her, "I can lend him to you Anna," I laughed, "on sale or return."

She looked puzzled. "It means you can send him back if he doesn't satisfy," I said with another smile. "That's settled then, you're coming to stay?" She nodded. "When?" I asked, "tonight?"

"Is that all right," she said.

"Of course." I smiled, "The earlier you come to stay, the earlier you get to start enjoying him!"

She blushed just as I heard, "Ciao Anna," from Mike. She turned, looked at him and blushed an even deeper red. He smiled, looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

As he sat, I said, "I was just saying that the earlier Anna came to stay the earlier she could start enjoying your company." That caused her to blush even deeper and him to laugh.

"Anna darling, you mustn't take too much notice of Lena," he said sitting down, "she is a minx, an absolutely gorgeous minx, but a minx none the less. Now," he added changing the tone of the conversation to spare her further embarrassment, "how is your mother?"

This allowed Anna to regain some of her composure although she still continued to practice something of the coquette towards him, glancing shyly through her lashes.

"Well, she doesn't work any more," Anna said worriedly, "and because I'm not working either she's worried about money and things but, well, it's not too bad."

"Mike," I said, "have you spoken to Nardo again."

"No," he said, "I'll ring him now." So we were treated to one end of a telephone conversation which, for and inquisitive minx like me, is positive torture.

"Ciao Nardo . . .

"About Lucia, Anna's mother . . ." A long gap.

"OK, good . . .

"When . . .

"Right, I'll arrange everything this end . . .

"OK, phone you from the train . . .

"Overnight? OK . . .

"Ciao Nardo. Love from Lena. Love to Amy, Sally and the kids . . .

"See you soon, bye."

"Right," he said businesslike and turning to Anna, "Nardo wants to meet your mother."

"Oh," she said surprised.

"When Nardo is looking for people for important jobs in the company he likes to speak to them personally," he said, "and he likes them to know him and the company." He turned to me, "Lena, what do you say. Why don't we drive down and take Anna's mum to lunch with us. I can discuss it all with her then. What about that Anna, will your mum be OK with that?"

"I think so," she said.

"Hold on, you'd better phone her and tell her Anna. She won't thank you if we just turn up." I was conscious that Anna must have told her mother about Mike and my offer so she would want to look her best for this man Anna had been telling her about. Well, I know I would!

So Anna spoke to her mother on the phone and we arranged to pick her up in about an hour.

"Why don't you two stay here," he said, "I'll walk back and get the car." So we did and had another coffee.

"Was your mum alright about that?" I asked her.

"Oh yes," she said smiling. "I've told her a lot about him you know."

"Does she mind you staying with us and going with him. She must realise surely."

Anna smiled, "No, she doesn't mind. I told her of course. She knows how fed up I am with boys, young men. They think of nothing but themselves, well Italian men do. Is it like than in England?"

I smiled sadly, "I'm afraid so," I said. "I didn't really understand how good sex could be until I met Mike." And I told her about our first time together and how wonderful he made me feel.

"Will it be like that for me?" she asked wide-eyed.

I smiled, "Yes, he'll do his best." I tried to explain him to her. "You see, he respects you. Oh he loves a woman's body and he will love yours. In fact he worships it." I laughed, "He says that mother nature never made anything more beautiful than the curve of a woman's hips or the tilt of her bottom. He will get loads of pleasure from giving you pleasure, seeing you enjoy yourself. But you must let yourself go, no hang-ups, no cares." I had to tell her now, "He will want you in every place," I said staring into her eyes, "I don't know the Italian but in your bottom."

She didn't look shocked. "I haven't done that," she said, "but mother told me about it." Then her naivety, "Will it hurt?"

I smiled softly at her, I felt so mature, so much older than her, "Yes," I said quietly, "yes, it will the first few times but then, well it's wonderful. Oh Anna, he is expert at that, so caring, so tender, so loving. You're lucky you know, like me. Poor Jo's first experience there was bad and it took a lot of loving from him to show her how good it could be."

She took a deep breath. "Will he teach me?" she said, "teach me how to, to be a woman I suppose, not a girl."

"Oh yes," I said firmly, "at the end of this week you will be a woman. Look there's Mike. Come on let's get going."

So we drove to Arona and to Anna's house, well flat actually. It was in the old part and very colourful, flowers everywhere despite the winter. We stopped outside.

"I'll go and get mother," said Anna.

"What did Nardo say about her Mike," I asked quickly.

"He spoke to her old boss. He was very supportive of her and Nardo was impressed. He wants her to set up the whole software branch, that's why he wants to meet her. We're talking a high pressure, high pay job here Lena and they'd have to move to Bologna."

He turned to look at the doorway and I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned my head. I saw immediately why. Anna was there with another woman, her mother I assumed. She was bloody gorgeous. Blond, a bit taller than Anna, probably in her late forties. She had a figure to die for and had obviously made an effort to meet Mike.

"Bloody hell," I said, "she's lovely."

"Mmm," he said without too much enthusiasm. Love, he didn't want to upset me.

"Come on," I said laughing, "show a bit more enthusiasm. I know you too well."