Anna

Now he used his hands to caress my bottom cheeks, his thumbs trailing down the valley between and just, only just, brushing my anus which was almost trembling with anticipation. I began to murmur softly as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation. He did this for a long while (or so it seemed), sometimes right down my thighs with his thumbs brushing the back of my pussy as they travelled across the valley.

Then his breath, his lips kissing my cheeks, running his tongue over them. Oh Dio, now he is there. The feeling as his tongue runs across the tiny ring of my muscle. I push back at him but he is cruel. He taps my bottom lightly, "Still," he says gaining his revenge for earlier. I must admit however, that I was enjoying his ministrations. His hands were soft and tender, and his massage was wonderful. Now his tongue was heaven!

He licked across the ring at first, just running his tongue up and down the valley without special attention to the tight muscle. After a while of building my frustration he concentrated on the area just around the ring, rimming I think you call it. This was wonderful. I tried to push back at him but he tapped my bottom again and I remained still, struggling to hold back. Finally I feel his tongue on the sensitive muscle itself, gently forcing a way through. I relaxed completely, surprising him I suspect, because his tongue entered quite deep inside. I don't think he wanted to go that far just yet but he didn't pull back straight away, he let me savour the feeling of wetness that his tongue gave.

Now he pulled away and replaced his tongue with a finger, gently probing the tight ring, massaging around the edge. "Oh yes, yes," I said, "put it in. Please!" He took pity on me! His finger left for a moment, for his mouth I supposed, and then returned with a gentle pressure on my anus. I opened for him and had that exhilarating feeling as his finger entered me. He started to move it inside me, going deeper each time until he was fully inside then he began to fuck (I think you say) my bottom with his finger. Soon there were two, then three, gently stroking my anus and rectum. It was glorious!

He did this for a while, bringing on my orgasm which finally arrived when he used his tongue as well as his fingers, licking all around my tight little muscle. As my orgasm arrived I moaned and looked back at his smiling face. I pushed my bottom into him and he responded by licking even harder. Finally I came down and now I knew what I wanted.

"I want your maleness inside me now," I said. "I just want to feel it in there. You don't have to move. Can you do that. I just want to lie here and feel it inside me, filling me." I thought he could do that. He was so controlled and I needed to feel full, to just enjoy that fullness before we finally started to really enjoy proper anal intercourse. I was going to take him as many ways as I could tonight, every position but first I wanted this soft enjoyment of him being there.

"I don't understand?" he said, his voice holding the question.

"I just want to feel you deep inside me," I said softly, "like Andrea, my husband, used to be. Not moving, not making love, just filling me, letting me know he was there." I looked back at him beseechingly, "Can you do that? Just for a little while. Please."

He smiled his lovely smile, so like his father's, and said, "Of course I can. I can do anything you want!"

Now I smiled sexily back at him. "Well," I said licking my lips, "after you've done that for a little while we can try a few different positions and you can 'fuck' me as hard as you like. Would you like that?" I ended coyly.

"Oh hell Lucia. I'll just do what you tell me," he responded.

"Bring that up here," I said pointing to his penis, slightly soft now but soon to grow! "I'll make it big again!" So he did and knelt next to my head and fed his penis into my mouth. It didn't take long before he was hard again. A long straight pole thinner than Mike's with a lovely purple head.

I turned away, laying on my side, and said, "Now Guy, put on some lubrication." I felt him reach for the jelly ('KY' is it?), and then felt his fingers delicately anointing my tiny hole. They left after pushing some into my rectum and I felt the bed move as he masturbated some into his penis.

"Guy, do it now."

I felt him lay behind me and one hand lift my top bottom cheek to allow access then the tip of his cock (yes, I like that word) pressing my anus, knocking for entry. I opened for him and the head popped inside. Oh wonders!!

"Slowly Guy, slowly but don't stop. Do it all in one movement. Aaaagggghhh," I moaned as he did. Oh so slowly gliding into me until, finally, there was no more.

"That's wonderful Guy. Can you stay like that without moving. Will you stay hard. Please." I was pleading with him. I wanted to feel him there, filling me but still.

"I'll try," he whispered, "can I stroke you, your lovely boobs, and can I kiss your neck."

"Of course, oh yes, do that," I said as he began. So we stayed like that. I don't know for how long. I just revelled in the feeling of fullness, of being breached, possessed by this long stalk of muscle. I didn't move on him, didn't flex my rectum or anus, just stayed still while he made love to me with his hands and his mouth. I think I might even and closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the past. He was wonderful and, after a while, I decided he should have his reward.

Bending my head backwards I said, "Kiss me." He moved and he did. I pulled away, "Move now, take your pleasure but DON'T you, you know. I want to feel you in lots of different ways." He took a deep breath and began to move, to fuck me, to fuck my arse. (I think the English words sound very sexy).

"Oh yes, yes, yes," I said breathlessly, "deep, deep and hard," and he was. Long strokes that almost removed him from my arse (I like this word as well!) before he plunged back in, so deep I could feel his thighs against my bottom.

He was moaning, "Oh Lucia, Lucia, Lucia. Oh this is heaven!"

"Don't you cum, I think you say. Don't you dare." He took a deep breath and slowed the pace of his fucking (another word I like!).

"I'll try, oh God, I'll try!" and, so saying, he lifted my leg with on hand and began to stroke my sex with the other, using his fingers to tease the lips apart. Still gentle, he pushed inside and caressed the walls of my vagina as he used his thumb to tease my little man. He was very, very practised for one so young. His wife and Lena must be good teachers!

I was beginning another orgasm now so I pushed back into him and said, "Deep, deep, fuck me hard now – I'm going to . . . Aaaagggghhh," was all I could manage as his fingers played their exquisite tune on my sex and his cock pounded my clenching arsehole. He buried himself deep inside me and then kept completely still. In the throws of my passion I almost forgot not to squeeze him. Both Andrea and Mike had stilled themselves to hold on for longer so I guessed he did the same although, from what Lena had told me, I didn't need to worry but I did want him to hold out. I needed him to take my arse in lots of different ways now.

My orgasm receded and I turned my head to him, "Pull me up on top of you," I said, "I want to sit on it," and, as he made to withdraw, "no, don't take it out. Keep it buried. It's wonderful." He moved slightly, lowering my leg then, taking hold of my body he rolled backwards taking me with him. Now I am not light. Mike has been very kind when he describes me but I am well built. Guy didn't seem to mind and he easily held me so that I was laying flat on my back on him with his lovely cock still buried in my arse, bent mind you and pressing on my rectum, but still inside.

"Push me up," I said unable to do it on my own and I felt his arms on my shoulders as he helped me upright. This caused me to bear down on his penis and take it completely inside facing his feet. This position pulls the man's cock right back and can be difficult for him so I turned and smiled, "Sit up a bit, it's easier." So he did and I saw the look of pleasure on his face.

"I'm going to fuck this lovely cock of yours now," I said enjoying the sound of the English words, "but you don't cum until I say you can. We've got lots more positions to try yet." I was determined to enjoy him in full tonight. I didn't think I'd get this opportunity again and now I'd finally decided to become wanton I wasn't going to use half measures. Now I bounced on his cock. Oh the feeling of controlling things like this. I had always enjoyed doing this with Andrea and now, well, it was wonderful. But I wanted to see his face so I turned. That is a strange feeling as you turn on the penis in your bottom, strange but good.

At this angle the penis pushed hard against my arsehole giving an exquisite feeling of fullness and I could see his face. He was having trouble, I think, trouble holding on so I just sat still for a while enjoying feeing him like this. He was looking at me with pure lust in his eyes, lust and desire.

"Move now," I said looking down at him, "move with me but do not, how do you say cum? Yet. Not until I say so."

"Oh fuck Lucia, oh fuck," he said as he began to thrust upwards into me. We soon got into a rhythm and now I leant forward to devour his mouth. I would have eaten him then, taken him up inside me. As he thrust up I bore down and another climax rocked across my body. How he managed I don't know because I must have squeezed him so tight.

"Still," I whispered in his ear, "still. Time to rest for a moment." I looked in his eyes, "Is it nice?"

"Oh Lucia, it is heaven, heaven."

"Good. Now I will kneel. Do you want to stand?"

"Mmm," he said with a little smile. Why I wondered but just slowly rose off him feeling his erection slide from my tightness with some regret. As with Mike, I crawled to the other side of the bed giving him a good sight of my bottom, the tiny hole of my somewhat distended anus totally visible to him.

"By heaven Lucia," he said throatily, "you are some woman."

I smiled as I turned and looked back at him, "Mmm. Now come and put that back where it belongs." He stood and walked round the bed, his penis bobbing as he walked. I couldn't wait to get it back inside my arse (I do like that word!). As he stood behind me I looked back, smiled, and said, "OK stick it in my arse hard. All in one go." Now I was very hot indeed, needing him to be powerful and commanding. "And don't hold back. As hard as you can."

He took me at my word and thrust inside me in one hard drive using his thumbs to part my cheeks to give me every inch of his lovely stiff cock. I gasped as he began to fuck my arse with long, firm strokes filling me completely then almost leaving me. His thighs were driving into my bottom pushing me forward until he gripped my waist hard and pulled me on to his erection. I could feel nothing else, nothing else was real except this rod of iron forcing itself seemingly ever deeper into my body. I rolled my head from side to side and moaned and a tremendous orgasm rolled across my body causing my rectum to clench tightly. He didn't stop but continued to ream my arse right through my orgasm. It passed and he was still there, pounding, pounding, thrusting deep inside. I moaned but he didn't stop. To be honest I didn't want him to. I wanted him to do it forever, it felt so good.

He leant forward now and his arms crossed my body. One over my tummy, the other across my breasts. Then he lifted my body up, all the while pounding away but now at a different angle: upwards into me. He kissed my neck, bit me almost in his passion and still, even in this different position he pounded my rear. Now a complete surprise. Deep inside me he stopped and, adjusting his position slightly, slipped his arms underneath my thighs and lifted me up.

I screamed, not in pain, in surprise and in pleasure. Almost all of my weight was resting on the slim pillar of his cock embedded in my arse. It was almost too exquisite. He was so far inside me then. I moaned. I groaned and then he began to walk. I couldn't believe the feelings in my arse, even my pussy. I was cumming, cumming almost continuously as my body moved on his cock in time with his steps. He put my knees down on the chair then whispered, "Stand and present yourself," as he pulled his erection from me.

I knew what he meant, Andrea had often used that term, but I had to kiss him properly just now so I turned and held him. "Kiss me Guy, kiss me. I need to kiss you, to feel my lips on yours." So he did. Surprisingly gently for someone in the middle of such intense sexuality. He held me tightly to him but tenderly.

"Turn and stand," he said, "lean forward on the chair, take your weight on your arms."

Calmer now I did as he asked and pushed my bottom out. Oh he is wonderful you know, now he knelt and used his tongue to bathe my anus, just a little sore now from the intensity of our entwinement. I sighed and pushed gently back into him. He stood and I felt his cock at my anus again. Looking back at him I nodded 'yes' and said, "Cum now, cum when you like." He smiled and then he started to use his penis to pay homage to my bottom.

Firstly just the head inside and a gentle stroking, in and out, in and out. It was so soothing, so calm after the storm before, and it relaxed me completely. Then he went deeper, tenderly still and moving back and forth all the time, fucking himself into me slowly and softly. I was sighing with pleasure as he held my hips still to control the pace. Halfway in I thought and he started to move faster as if it was getting to him but still tender, caring, loving almost. It was easy to see now why Anna was overwhelmed by him. That he could change so completely. I was humming now, humming in pleasure at his wonderful presence inside me. It felt right, as if he belonged there. He was deeper now, almost without me noticing; deep enough for me to feel his hairs on my bottom but not completely inside yet. His strokes were becoming longer now but he would change sometimes, just using the head of his cock to probe my anus.

Then he was deep inside, still gentle but filling me completely. His thumbs pulling apart my cheeks and his thighs banging softly against my buttocks.

"Oh shit Lucia, shit, shit, shit," and he let out an enormous sigh as he began to pulse inside me. This set me off as it often did in the past. Feeling the hot liquid on my insides always does that. I worked my rectal muscles as he pushed deep. I was trying to milk him, to give him the ultimate pleasure of my bottom and, amazingly since he had only cum a short while ago, there was plenty washing my bowels.

I felt a wonderful lightness as I came down from my orgasm. A feeling of freedom and a joyfulness that I had finally thrown off my 'widowhood'. Guy, spent for the time being, had fallen backwards on to the bed breathing heavily from the tension of his orgasm. I could feel his offering running from my bottom and saw him watching. His cock (oh lovely) was almost soft now, I had obviously managed to wear him down somewhat, and was resting forlornly on his groin.

I smiled at him, "I think I ought to get rid of some of this," I said indicating my bottom, "although I'd like to keep it for a while it might get in the way."

He took a deep breath and smiled back, "Mmm," he said, "why, what's next?"

"Well," I said sexily with a great big pout, "you haven't attended to my pussy at all!"

He laughed out loud, "Oh you wonderful woman," he said, "I need a rest then you can get it up again and I can fuck you some more. Let me watch as you walk away." So I turned and walked to the tiny bathroom feeling his cum running from my bottom. "Oh God," he said breathlessly, "that is so, so sexy. Hurry up and get back."

Well, I cleaned up and emptied myself bringing a cloth to wipe him. Andrea always said 'front to back, go, back to front, no'. I came back in and he was laying back on the bed. His penis was nearly limp now, still resting on his groin and his body was covered with a sheen of sweat. He looked Olympian lying there and I laid beside him drinking him in with my eyes. It was even easier to see why Anna had fallen for him. He has an athletic build although, I'm told, he is not an athlete. He exercises regularly and is a good squash and golf player. He's not muscular but you could see his muscles, if you know what I mean. I suppose in English you would say he was lithe: I know at that moment I wanted to wrap him up and keep him in a cupboard!

Time now, however, to 'wake him up'. He wasn't asleep because he watched me watching him with a big smile on his face. I smiled and bent my head to take his soft penis in mouth. I sucked gently and very quickly he 'rose' hardening steadily until he was at full strength.

Suddenly he held my head. "Lucia, Lucia, stop. I want to make love to you now, please!" Not sure of what he meant I looked up quizzically.

"Lay back and let me worship your body," he said with a slow smile. He certainly is his father's son: he has the same way with words.

I smiled and lay back awaiting his pleasure. He knelt up and looked down at me. "You are a very beautiful woman," he said with feeling, "thank you, thank you for this night."

He made me feel so important then, so real. If I had any doubts before about what was happening at the villa they had disappeared now. "Thank you," I said with a soft smile, "up to now has been fantastic."

He smiled and rubbed his hands together, "Let's see if I can keep it up," he said with a soft leer. He bent his head to kiss me, a soft tender kiss, with his tongue very gently probing at my lips. I sensed he wanted to slow down now. His previous two orgasms had been hectic, intense: not rushed by any means but uncontrolled. I felt he wanted this to last, to savour the experience. I smiled inwardly, I suspected that they next half hour or so would be very enjoyable indeed.

I kissed him back and met his tongue with mine. We kissed like this for a while, enjoying lips pressed together and tongues entwining gently. He pulled away and began to kiss my cheeks, my eyes, my neck, all over my face. Soft, tender kisses. At the same time his hands found my breasts. He was stroking and caressing them as he kissed me. I remembered something Lena had said, he may be a bottom man but he's made an art form out of breast worship. I took a deep breath, causing my breasts to rise incidentally, and said, "Kiss me there, please."

"Mmm," he said as he drew his tongue down my neck and across my breast. Then began his homage to me. Lena is right, he is an artist! He licked, sucked, bit, pulled with his teeth and fingers. He caressed, stroked, gently pinched, and squeezed. His tongue seemed to be enormous as he washed my breasts all over. He took hours, well it seemed like hours anyway. I didn't have a major orgasm but little tremors that seemed to go on and on. After a seeming age of this worship of my boobs he moved across my tummy and I felt his breath on my pussy, my sex. Then his tongue in my hair, trailing through, and his teeth gently pulling. Now my sex itself. His tongue, Ohhhhhhh, his tongue inside. His fingers parting the lips, his mouth covering me. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. The feelings were intense after his long attendance at my breasts.

He licked back and forth, sometimes deep inside my vagina, sometimes just at the edge of my lips. Up and down, back and forth. Then his fingers, stoking, caressing, and his mouth on my, I think you say, clit. Heaven. He sucked gently and a massive orgasm descended upon me. I held his head tightly to me and gripped him with my legs. Poor boy, he couldn't move but the pleasure was intense. He didn't stop sucking or stroking all through this, prolonging my feelings for an age. Then I let him go and, with a deep sigh, said, "Kiss me Guy, please kiss me then take me."