Gender: Male Age: 48 Location: Central Florida
|Introduction: A widower rediscovers young love overseas|
We both slept through the night and I awoke in the morning with her still held tight to my body. I just held her, smelling her and occasionally kissing her forehead. She was stirring and I did not want her to awake alone this morning. I had no doubts that we would continue our explorations today and I was truly looking forward to it.
Thinking she was still asleep I nuzzled against her and softly, almost in a whisper, told that she was my special one and thanked for making me feel alive again. When I went on to say that I would miss her dearly when she finds her true love, she suddenly opened her eyes and scolded me.
“Popi, I do love you and I will never leave you,” She said. “You are the man this Catracha wants.”
I knew better than to argue with her and instead turned the tables on her.
“So you were pretending to sleep and just wanted to hear an old man talk to himself,” I said. “Trying to make me think you were asleep when you should be making me breakfast.”
Looking surprised, Anita sat up saying, “Lo siento, I’m so sorry – quieres el desayuno? I’ll get it now.”
She started to get up but I held her tight. “Sweety, you are my breakfast.” I said and immediately latched my mouth on her tit.
Anita laughed and reached down to hold my already stiff cock starting to stroke it. I moved, turning my body to not only bring my face to her pussy but to bring my cock near her face. As my tongue made it’s first trip along her smooth slit, I felt her cover my cock head with her mouth. We mutually pleasured each other in a slow deliberate way, but she still had a hair trigger and soon was cumming in my mouth. Once again her taste was sweet and I drank all she could give me.
After cumming several times in the last day, my own stamina was beginning to ebb. I was no young stud anymore but at least I was staying hard for her. She came several times again while I was still holding the course.
Then she pulled away and turned to look me in the eyes.
“Popi, make me a woman, please,” she said.
How could I turn down a request like that?
I knew the easiest and least painful way for her was to be on top, that way she could control my entering her the first time. I told her to squat over me and slowly sit on my cock, letting it go in her only as fast and as far as she wanted.
She did as I said and very slowly my head pressed into her, moving the walls of her pussy open. She went very slowly, at first only a half-inch but then as we approached a full inch I felt her barrier. She was very wet, her juices literally streaming down my cock. She stopped and pulled back a little bit. Then she leaned down and as she kissed me she pushed down hard and I broke through her cherry as she impaled herself all the way on me.
I think she even surprised herself as she screamed into my mouth. She held still and hugged me very tightly for a few minutes but then ever so slowly she started to move her hips. It was just a few millimeters at first but she was picking up steam quickly.
Within another minute she was slamming herself up and down on my cock like a woman possessed. I still let her control everything, as I wanted this time to be hers. As she developed a rhythm I began to thrust back into her. We paced each other and once again her hair trigger sent her into orgasmic bliss long before I was ready to come.
She had already shown she could be multi-orgasmic and now she was about to find out the real joy of that ability.
As her first orgasm went through her body the second was already building, and then the third followed by the fourth and fifth. Her hips were a blur now moving on animal instinct.
For nearly 20 minutes she was growling and crying, she pleaded for more, screaming both “Madre de Dios” and “I CUUUUUUMMMMMMM” over and over. Incredibly she was even wetter now, her juices covering me and soaking into the bed linen. And still she came, like a demon possessed she rocked on my cock and now I could feel my own orgasm approaching. My own pressure was building up more than I could ever recall. I pushed up into her, meeting her thrusts with my own so that out bodies slapped loudly together.
When I came she was still in the midst of her own ecstasy. I could feel my semen start deep inside and travel the full way through me before exploding deep inside Anita’s womb. Spurt after spurt boiled up out of me with powerful jets. This was the most intense orgasm I had ever had; I just hoped my heart would hold out.
We collapsed into each other, covered in sweat and panting for breath.
“So… was…. that…” I struggled to say between breaths, “what... you were… hoping for?
She just looked at me and nodded, then held me in tight embrace and started to cry. Needless to say I was a bit worried about this reaction – had I hurt her? Did she regret what had just happened? I didn’t know and I was truly worried. I just held her and tried to comfort her.
“Anita, are you okay?” I asked softly, “Did I hurt you?”
She just continued to cry uncontrollably, I was truly concerned now and was thinking about how to get her to the nearby town’s clinic.
Finally she started to calm down and with tears still streaming down her cheeks she sputtered out her explanation.
“Ti amo Popi,” Yo tambian ti amo.’’ She said.
Now it was my turn to cry as I looked down at my angel, “I love you too. I love you too”
We both napped for a bit after our lovemaking, huddled together, holding each other in our intertwined limbs. When I woke I tried to get up without disturbing Anita but once again didn’t quite succeed.
“Do not go Popi, it is nice to hold you,” she said.
“It was nice holding you as well dear, but I need to use the bathroom, shower and start supper,” I replied.
“Popi I do supper, that is my job and I must do it or you’ll not want me no more,” she said with mock seriousness.
Playing her game, I said “Well, that’s true, you do have to pull you weight here and you haven’t done much of your work the last two days. You’ve just laid in bed or the hammock; maybe the job is too much for a little girl like you. I should look for a real woman to help me here.”
I guess I was a bit too serious looking because she looked panicked at what I said. I needed to fix it, and fast.
I put on a big smile, “But you do have some other skills I learned about yesterday and today. I’m pretty sure your better then an old widow lady at those. I will keep you I guess.
Anita smiled and threw a pillow at me laughing.
“Get up sleepyhead, we need to change the sheets, clean ourselves and get some food cooking,” I said.
With that I pulled the sheet off her in one fast tug causing her to scream and curl up out of reflex, not being used to being naked in front of me yet.
We stripped the bed together and put it in the washer. Then went to get a shower.
Unlike the typical hacienda in this area, I had the home built with a pressure tank and hot water lines. We still had a cistern for emergencies, but the home has a deep well with plenty of pressure. The hot water heater took some doing, as the builders hadn’t seen an inline unit supplying endless hot water before. I never regretted the headaches that installation caused and having to bring in a plumber from San Pedro Sula to finally get everything right. Most native homes did not hot water and those that did used an electric showerhead. I never was comfortable showering with an electrical line in the stall with me. I also had the shower built larger than usual. My wife’s illness did not let her stand for long at times and the larger shower allowed her to sit in a chair comfortably and bathe.
Now I found out it was also very comfortable for two.
As I stood under the hot water, letting it loosen some muscles I hadn’t used much in recent years, Anita entered to join me.
“My job now is too wash you like the dishes and clothes,” she said with a smile as she took up the loofah and soap in her hands.
The roughness of the loofah felt wonderful on my back, arms and legs as she washed me. Then the softness of her hands was even better and she rubbed soap on my chest, down my belly and then encircled my cock. She slowly stroked me hard telling me that I must be clean all over. I was actually amazed that I was able to cum again as my little girl milked me directing my load of cum onto her tits and then rubbing it in like a skin cream.
Kissing her in the afterglow, I took the soap from her and began rubbing rich lather on her body. I took a little extra time on her breasts before turning her around and soaping her back and legs. Then I rubbed my soapy hands over her buttocks, they we still small and lacked the defining shape of a woman, but they were firm and round nonetheless.
I slipped my hands between her legs and washed her tiny slit, being gentle as she was most likely still tender from losing her cherry a few hours before. As I pulled back I let my fingers slid between her butt cheeks and then back down. Anita gasped as my index finger traced over her rosebud. I slowly circled it as Anita mewed softly, then gasped, eyes opening wide when I pressed one finger inside her anus.
She didn’t say anything, I’m pretty sure she was confused by what her mind told her was wrong while her body enjoyed the new sensation.
I slowly worked my finger in and out of her opening while she purred and pressed back, matching my timing. When my second knuckle popped past her muscle ring, she said “no stop, mas” and I knew she was loving this and would be just as happy in a few days when my finger was replaced with my cock.
As I said earlier, my cock is small and that always seemed like a handicap but it did have advantages. Being small made anal sex far more enjoyable and a great deal less painful. That was going to be especially important with a small girl like Anita. But that would come later.
For now my finger was doing just fine and Anita was truly enjoying these new sensations as my finger fucked her ass while I whispered encouragement into her ears. My tempo had increased and I pounding hard into her and she was meeting every thrust with her own.
Her mews had become screams of passion and she approached another orgasm and then dwindled as she came back down.
“MAS POPI, ME ECANTA ESTE, NO STOP, IT IS GOOD, POR FAVOR – MAS, POPI AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…. SI, SI, Si, si.”
Panting and leaning against the wall, Anita smiled and reached out to me. I stepped in and hugged her, kissing her deeply as the hot waters pelted our skin and ran down our bodies.
That evening Anita made us a wonderful supper of fresh Tilapia, a chayote squash salad and tostones. We had bowls of freshly sliced tropical fruits and cream for dessert, feeding each other the pieces.
We made love again that night, tender and loving, slow and passionate before drifting off to sleep under a clear blanket of stars.
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