13 comments/ 59441 views/ 7 favorites My Most Precious Sexual Gift By: mandywilluk2000 Chapter 1 I suppose it had to happen sometime. I guess it was an inevitability; something that only time and opportunity had prevented occurring before; an event just waiting to come about, an action that was pre-ordained. I mean a forty year old divorcee with a number of affairs behind her, a free woman with a high sex drive, a female now unshackled from a fifteen year relationship who has found the adventure in sex can hardly not be fucked up her ass at some time, can she? In the twenty plus years I'd been sexually active it had almost happened many times. That passage had been entered by a number of fingers and tongues and the bulbous tips of a few erections and a couple of buzzing vibrators had all presented their credentials at the enticing entrance. But none had been invited inside, well not far. So technically I was still an anal virgin when I met Ash. Ash, or Ashra to give him his full name, was gorgeous. Over six feet tall, with a taught, slimly muscular body, he had dark wavy hair with a few unkempt locks that appealingly tumbled down over his forehead. The action, which he did all the time, of flicking them away was so casually sexy that I'm sure it alone could have caused some of his young admirers to wet themselves on the spot, especially if he gazed at them with his dark, moody eyes at the same time. It was that action of flicking his hair and holding my gaze that first attracted him to me. That and his good looks, his wit, his intelligence, his sense of irony, his way of not taking himself or others too seriously and his style, charisma and sophistication. All that provided him with tremendous poise and assurance. Those, in turn, lent him an air of authority and command. Ash was always in control, was always the leader and director wherever he was and whoever he was with. The fact that he was fairly rich, owned a big slice of a highly successful ad agency that was headquartered in Beirut but operated mainly in London, Paris, New York and LA. and lived somewhat of a jet set life style, really had nothing whatsoever to do with that attraction. Yeah right. Just as the fact that he was, at times, the most attentive and accomplished lover and at others the dirtiest and most depraved one, had no influence on me. Just as his gorgeous body, his long slim cock, that he seemed to be able to harden on command, or his mouth and tongue that he used on me in the most amazing ways also had no attraction to me. Watch the window for the pigs flying past, won't you? Or the fact that right from the outset of our short-lived affair we both knew it was purely sex. There was no real emotional involvement or entanglement yet we weren't fuckbuddies. There was absolutely no way that I could call him up and ask him round. It just wasn't conceivable and in any case when he wasn't with me he was probably with one of a number of other girls he quite openly admitted to seeing in the cities where his agency operated or where he had clients to visit. No, I was more at his beck and call than he was at mine, which is unlike how I usually like my relationships to be; I guess in this one I was the follower, he the leader; me the submissive he the dominator. It wasn't a case of us being fuckbuddies, more fuckboss and secretary I suppose. Why I went along with that sort of arrangement which in most ways was so foreign to me I'm not sure? Why I was like a stage door groupie to him and why I let him abuse me by being at his command, who knows? Why I'd simply drop anything I was doing or change plans at the last minute, even golf matches, and go to his bed I still can't work out. It was a combination I suppose of the glamour, the sheer fun, the excitement, the difference from my usual life and the extreme sexual pleasure I gained from a man who was by far the most skilful and by an enormous margin the most experienced lover I'd ever had. In other words he fucked me with style and asked for little in exchange emotionally, We'd met at a launch of a new magazine. I was there in my capacity as a freelance copy writer for an ad agency; basically they could tell me to go while their more permanent staff they had to ask and most declined. I was spruced up in a nice little black number, a Karen Millar, cocktail dress. It was low enough at the front to show that my breasts were of a size that was interesting to most men, 35d at the time. It was high enough at the hem to show that beneath the knee my legs stood comparison with most, but not high enough to show that further up they become a little chunky, "thighs like nut crackers" as an ex once called them. It was a posh do at the V & A museum in Knightsbridge, London with masses of people from publishing, PR, advertising and most areas of business life. As with most of these do's it was about 70/80% male so the minority of us females were in demand as everyone circulated eating canapés and sipping drinks. That's something I have real difficulty in accomplishing with any semblance of elegance. The juggling of the plate and glass as you drink and nibble generally ends up with me dropping one or the other or, worse, letting crumbs or bits of food fall into my cleavage. And yes I have had men offer to lick it off! "Why don't you let me hold your plate while you sip the champagne," a voice said. That was my first contact with Ash. The second was him suggesting we stand by a table so I didn't have to juggle the food and drink. The third was him walking me round the museum away from most of the other people and the fourth was asking me to dinner after the do. "I'm hosting a small dinner later, please join us," he'd asked, or had he commanded me to join them, I wondered later, for that's in a way how it sounded? I circulated for a while chatting to colleagues some of whom I'd known for years, a couple of whom I'd had mild flings with. I listened to the various speeches and the official launch of the new magazine and watched the spectacular short accompanying cabaret. As it was all ending a young guy came up and asked if I was Ms Williams and was I joining Ash for dinner? I had thought that maybe he'd forgotten for we hadn't spoken since he'd invited me. I did notice that he was in the front row, the VIP seats, and a couple of time as he turned he caught my eye and we smiled at each other. That actually felt good, not cheesy or smarmy at all. Together with eight or nine others I was directed to a side door where we waited a few moments before a couple of limos turned up. I'd seen that I was one of only a couple of single women for the others all seemed to have partners. We sort of introduced ourselves on the short journey but more formal ones were made by Ash when he greeted us all at a private room in one of London's top restaurants. We stood around sipping champagne and kir royals until Ash ushered us to the large twelve-seater round table. I was surprised, yet secretly thrilled to be seated next to him. On my other side there was a fairly high powered magazine journalist and round the table I could see a couple of other faces I knew. It was a pretty impressive dinner table. Ash clearly knew everyone and most seemed to know him so I was, to a large extent, the odd one out. That didn't phase me too much, though, for he treated me as if I was an old friend; no that's not true, for from the moment we sat down he really treated me as if we were lovers. He had this unusual, well to me at least, combination of supreme self-confidence and amazing humility. He could tell me things about his life-style that from most men would have sounded boastful, but from him they didn't. He could say things about himself that from most men I'd met would have sounded arrogant. The way he stated them, though, with a disarming smile and that shrug of the shoulders that's so common amongst the French and men from the Middle East, they didn't sound a bit like that. When he complimented me, held my hand, stroked my wrist and on two or three occasions during the meal kissed the back of my hand it wasn't cheesy, overly come on or assumptive. And when his knee pressed against mine a few times and once when his hand rested on my thigh it didn't seem pervy or out of order as it usually did when men had done such things to me in the past. Those things were done with such assurance and, I suppose in a way, style, that at the time they seemed perfectly natural. Looking back now, I can't understand why I let him do such things so quickly, for that was so not me. With Ash though, the idea of resisting or objecting seemed so trifling, childish and totally out of the question. So as I sat at that table full of strangers I didn't' stop him stroking my hands or kissing it. I didn't think of objecting when his leg pressed against mine under the table and it was just not a viable option for me to move away when his hand ran up my leg taking my skirt with it to a level where he knew I was wearing hold-ups. As his hand found the lacy tops to he looked at me, smiled and murmured. "Mmmm how nicely decadent All that was done with an assurance, sophistication, style and level of aplomb I'd never experienced before. He was clearly used to getting his own way, but didn't seem to be the type to force himself on a woman. And he didn't force himself on me. Not during the meal, not after it as he asked me to stay behind as his guests left, not when he took me in his arms in the empty room and kissed me and not when he cupped my breasts. It also didn't seem forced when he suggested we go to his flat or, when once inside he kissed me again, or as we kissed he caressed my breasts. Nothing was forced or overly manipulated. Not my breasts being eased out from my dress and bra, not his erection being pressed firmly and confidently into my stomach and not him undoing the zip at the back of the dress and sliding the garment from me. I was in this as equally as he was. So as he unclipped my bra, I undid his trousers. As he removed the bra so I slid his trousers down and was amazed to find he wasn't wearing underpants; later I found out he never did. So, as it happens then, for he'd already removed his tie, as we slipped his shirt off, he was naked before me. Somewhat unusual, but then, as I subsequently found out, most things were with him. When I think back I realised that I never was naked that night. I was wearing hold-up black stockings and they stayed on, but that often happens, for many men find that a turn on don't they? Rarely do they keep the girl's knickers on though, but Ash did. He kept them on; he pushed the silk into me and rubbed my pussy and clit through them. It created an oddly erotic sensation to have his fingers in me but covered in my silk panties. It was just as odd to have the silk pressed firmly against my anus and my lips; it was even odder to feel his erection pushing the gusset of them into me. I thought at first as I lay in the middle of his bed on my back with his naked, muscular body between my opened legs that he was going to use my panties as a sort of condom so far did he push them in, but no, he was too long for that so the panty material slid to one side. He still, though, did fuck me while I had my knickers on with some of the silk inside me. He also later fucked me with them around my thighs and simply with the gusset pushed to one side That night broke new ground for me in many ways. I had so very, very rarely in my nearly twenty five years of sexual activity, slept with a man on a first date. I had never really been as totally and utterly seduced as I was that night. No man had ever controlled, dominated and directed me in the way Ash did as the night wore on. I'd never let a man be so intensely and basically intimate with me so early in a relationship as I did Ash. And I'd never quite let myself go with a new lover as I did with him, both that night and throughout the short affair. It was a night, and I do mean a night, for we didn't get to his apartment in Regents Park until after mid-night and I didn't leave to go home until nine the next morning. I felt embarrassed even though he had a driver take me home; God knows how I'd have felt in a cab in my cocktail party type dress! I did things with Ash, willingly and eagerly I have to say, that were so different on a first date, well for me at least. Some I'd never done before and others I'd always reserved for much later in a sexual affair. For instance, the whole thing with him both finger and cock fucking me through my panties was new, exciting and adventurous to me. As was me pulling his cock inside them and wrapping the silk round it and his balls as I rubbed his wonderful, hot hardness. I sucked him and licked him. I took him deep in my mouth and sucked first one, then the other and then both of his balls into my mouth; actions that were not unknown to me, but actions that were usually reserved for later. Similarly, with me lying on my front letting him open my legs, a little, going along with him raising me up so I was half kneeling my face squashed against the silk sheet and then delighting at feeling his mouth on my thighs, on my back, on the cheeks of my bum and between them right on my anus. This wasn't new but was not something many men had attempted on initial lovemaking. I mean it takes quite a lot of sexual self-confidence to try licking the asshole of a woman you've only known for a few hours doesn't it? So that's how I met Ash and how we "got to know" each other. In the following few months we got to know each other a great deal better and did things I'd never even contemplated let alone indulged in. Chapter 3 A bit of a diversion. For those of you that like the detail I usually go into, this chapter will probably be a disappointment. For those who enjoy how I describe both the emotions and feelings I have during sex and how I try to combine them with telling you about the physical actions that were occurring at the same time, this may not be for you. I'm going to write this chapter in shorthand; I'm going to cut to the chase; leave out the detail, miss the little things. The reason being is that this account is really concerned with just one sexual deed. Everything else that went on between Ash and me is peripheral to that. The times and places where he fucked me are subservient to that one particular fuck, that one special fuck, that one spectacular fuck. Yes all that I tell you about in this chapter is the build up to that fuck, the ways and means by which we got there, they are the reasons why, after all the years I've been having sex, I let Ash fuck me in the ass. So for a couple of months I had an amazing time with this fascinating man. I subsequently learned that he was Lebanese and had been educated in England at Millfield School and Durham University and then at Harvard in the USA. He was a Catholic and his family had suffered quite a lot during the troubles in his home country so he hadn't really lived there very much. He travelled extensively but just how much real work he did I often wondered. As with many Lebanese he was fluent in French and English, nearly so In German and of course his mother tongue Arabic. He told me early on that he still loved his wife. "She is the mother of my children and for that I will always love her" He said that divorce or even a parting was unthinkable. He told me equally early on also that he was not and never had been faithful to her. "Like in the Godfather, Amandy, as he called me, I fucked a bridesmaid at the reception." He really was a master at the double standards that are so prevalent in the Middle East. I wasn't sure why he was telling me all this, perhaps to ensure that I didn't get any ideas in that direction. I guess during the first few weeks of the affair I saw him three or four times a week. Probably two lunchtimes and afternoons and two evenings and often nights. Although he took me to some wonderful restaurants and clubs, to Ascot and Henley and on some great shopping sprees, especially in Janet Regar and Agent Provocateur, the focus of the affair was sex. Now that was unusual for me. I was still struggling to find the balance between satisfying my sexual hunger and not making an emotional commitment to a man. For months prior to Ash I had been pretty much celibate, preferring no sex to the guilt I got from sex without emotional commitment, and that I could no longer give to a man; that is since my divorce from Kevin who I'd been with for fifteen years. Sure I'd had flings in the four years we'd now been apart. Sure I'd had sex with a few more men than perhaps I should and yes I'd done one night stands and had tried a fuckbuddy. But none of it had worked, hence the celibacy bit. So just what it was with him I don't know. I think maybe it had something to do with me turning forty, I mean some say that's when life begins don't they? A right load of old bollocks that is, but Ash began for me when I was forty and boy I went with it with a fervour for sex that I hadn't experienced since I had my affair with David, probably the real love of my life, two years before Kevin and I parted. As I said the focus of our relationship, well probably the reason for it as well, was sex. He was good and I needed it. I didn't realise just how much until I started getting it regularly from him. It was like drifting back to smoking. You can go completely without, and then you dabble with "just one after dinner." But then, hardly before you know it, you want more and more and can hardly exist without a regular fix. That's exactly how I became about Ash. I wanted as much of him as I could get, not in a lovey-dovey sort of way, purely physically. That's why during that amazing period he was fucking me probably eight or nine times a week. Often it was several times in one long afternoon or all night session, now and then it was a quickie when he might pop into my flat, always considerately phoning prior to arriving. It was always good sex, sometimes even great. It was adventurous and varied. We did most things. I modelled the loads of underwear he bought me and then he'd fuck me in them often ripping a pair of silk panties that cost £30. We masturbated together, used vibrators on ourselves and the other, obviously fucked in every conceivable position and we had very extensive oral sex. I let him cum in my mouth and let him shoot onto my breasts and face. What we didn't do, though, was what so many men yearn for, anal sex. Yes I let him finger me, yes I let him hold the vibrator there and even open me up a little and yes I let him, very willingly actually, lick me there to full orgasms. And on top of that I returned the compliments. I kissed licked and sucked him there, I slid my tongue up him and I pushed my finger knuckle deep into his anus and finger fucked him until he shot all over my face. But still my fear and trepidation, not moral indignation, prevented me letting him have everything I had. And that's what he wanted. Everything. And a key part of everything sexually was my bum. He felt that it's such an integral part of sex that without full and active penetration of it a couple have not pushed the boundaries as far as they might, they haven't gone all the way and they haven't created a full sexual relationship. "There should be no holding back Amandy, nothing should be restricted, everything you have you should give me, as I give my all to you," Ash said in a rather chauvinistic way, his Middle Eastern attitudes I thought, but not totally disagreeing with him. I did feel deep down and on a purely intellectual level that anal adventures are an essential part of a truly sexual relationship. They are the most forbidden action and are the most precious gift a woman has to give. And of course the taboo never existed in the part of the world that Ash came from My Most Precious Sexual Gift "You have to let me Amandy," he said many times as we lay in each others arms after a nearly full sexual session. He never, though, as he didn't anything else, tries to force me. I was as aware as Ash was that we couldn't really consider ourselves to be a sexually sophisticated partnership until we had full anal sex. The pressure was increasing for I wanted us to be such a partnership, I wanted to remove the barrier, I wanted us to have a full relationship and there was no one I'd ever met or was likely to meet to who I'd more wish to bestow my most precious gift to than him. Taking a deep breath I whispered. "I will Ash, I will, but give me time." Chapter 4 We were going to Marbella on the Costa del Sol in Spain for a long weekend. He'd arranged for us to stay at a luxury villa a friend of his owned. As both of us knew the area quite well we'd agreed we wouldn't go out much. "We can get the restaurants to deliver our dinners, the place is stuffed with booze and the maid will do our breakfasts and shopping." Ash said a few days before we left. We were both looking forward to spending most of the time making love either in bed or around the pool. "It's totally secluded so you'll hardly even need swimsuits let alone dresses, for I want you naked most of the time," he as good as ordered me over the phone adding, with a laugh in his voice, "but bring loads of sexy underwear". I was actually beginning to get used to and rather liked him taking control. I was, I suppose, finding a subservient even maybe submissive side of me. "Yes Ash," I'd said obediently before going on a shopping trip to top up on bikini bottoms and logging onto a new site I'd found on the web where I bought some new lingerie that I knew he'd like. It was a lovely villa. Not huge, just two double bedroom suites and a large, kitchen/diner/lounge area that spilled out onto a beautiful shrub covered patio leading to the pool. The patio had the living area on one side and the bedrooms on the other two. They all sort of all became one with the garden and the pool. It was hard to realise at times whether one was indoors or out, so it became natural and easy to walk naked from the bedroom onto the patio and straight into the pool. It became as natural to do that as it was the first night we got there for Ash to fuck me in the pool in the dark, well not completely dark for there was a number of lights around and even in the pool. It had been years since I'd had sex like that and although it actually wasn't that easy to get him inside me with the buoyancy of the water; it was an amazingly sexy act to be fucked in water, outside, under the stars. It was just as amazingly sexy when he then fucked me on a snubbed and later when I, using my mouth on his cock, balls and bum, got him hard again and I straddled him as he lie on the marble patio floor. In the villa there was a book of menus of local restaurants. Ash ordered us a dinner which arrived after the water fuck and that set us up perfectly for the later sun bed fuck. The next day we didn't leave the villa at all. We lazed around the pool both totally naked occasionally one or the other of us getting aroused and then we'd make love. A couple of times it was complete sex but mostly just kissing and caressing each other. It really was lovely. That first evening and day set the pattern for the next couple of days. I'd never had so much open air sex or such burned nipples or tanned bum. The nipples thankfully soon recovered when Ash popped to the local pharmacy and got the most soothing aftersun lotion I'd ever experienced, but then I guess it was in his interest to get them soothed for he had to endure a whole night and day without being able to suck or even pinch them. It was our last night, the Monday. "We're going to Sinatra's and then the Club," he told me, mentioning a quite famous bar and the top club in Marbella. "But I don't' have anything to wear," I replied, a bit pissed off that he'd dropped this on me. "You said not to bring any dresses or smart get ups." "I know and that's why I've bought you an outfit." "Really?" I asked, pleased and excited by his thoughtfulness. "Yes, its hanging up in the spare bedroom, why not try it on? "I will, I beamed, thanks Ash." It was a little girls dress really, well an eighteen to twenty year old's outfit, the sort they wear round the clubs in London. It was short and tight and thin and revealing and probably the sexiest thing I'd ever worn. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt so womanly and so erotic in it. It was sleeveless and was made from a thin, fairly clingy material. It wasn't see through by any means but the material was so fine it felt as though it was transparent, as though, I realised, I wasn't wearing anything. It was mainly white, with little pink splashes in differing shades, almost like a piece of modern art. It had a scooped neckline that ran round my chest about mid-way between my collar bones and the start of the swell of my breasts. The hem of the dress was at the most halfway down my thighs. It was the length of an old fashioned mini dress, but with the cut and style of a very modern sexually adventurous, outfit. In nearly any other place in the world it would be looked on as a kid's get up, but here in Marbella, just like in LA or Miami South Beach, women are ageless. In places where boob jobs, tummy tucks, collagen and botex, cellulite removal, face lifts and even designer vaginas are a dime a dozen, a forty year old women in such a dress fits in so easily it would hardly raise an eyebrow, that is if the plastic fucked up faces permitted eyebrows to be raised! It fitted me perfectly. It was tight enough to reveal and even emphasise the places that women like to show and emphasis but it didn't go too far, not quite but it went just about as far as dress can go without becoming indecent. For you see right down the front, from the neck to the hem, there was a series of press studs. Little studs that held the two sides together. Little studs that wouldn't pop open on their own, but would come open easily with a gentle pull. Yes a row of little studs that an onlooker could imagine popping open. A row of studs that the more ambitious-minded onlookers could visualise them popping open. A row of studs that those with real sexual adventurousness in their mind would imagine the wearer of the dress yanking open. A row of studs that as I looked at myself in the mirror I could see myself slowly popping. "It's meant to be worn without a bra," I heard Ash say, making me jump. "Ash I couldn't, well not in public." "Of course you can, in fact I insist and in any case this time of year no women wear them for Marbella's nightlife." I protested a bit more, knowing though that I'd agree, for he was right. The dress was certainly made to be worn braless and I knew that Marbella was a very "underdressed" place for women. As with most social hotspots nowadays it seems that women there are cajoled into wearing as little as possible and showing as much as they dare, or more. As we walked into Sinatra's at just after 11 that evening I felt that I was wearing as little as possible and showing much more than I really I dared. Under the dress I was only wearing panties, the pair I'd bought from the Internet. I'd done as Ash asked and had left off my bra. Now for some girls that's not a problem. For girls with small breasts or particularly firm or pert boobs the absence of a bra is often hardly noticeable. As they walk, they barely jiggle, as they bend there's not much to hang down and as they dance they don't wobble that much. For other girls, though, it can be a problem, a big challenge and bloody embarrassing. And for girls that are probably a few pounds overweight have largish boobs in any case, have a make-up whereby their tits attract that weight and thus have DD cups, it can be particularly troublesome. As, holding Ash's hand, I walked across the bar I felt as though every eye was in me. My breasts seemed to have discovered a mind of their own and felt as if they were leaping around all over the place. It was as if they were trying to draw attention to them, to the dress, to the lack of a bra, to the expanses of skin on my arms, my chest, my cleavage and my legs. My nipples, as they'd done so often in the past, let me down almost immediately we got out of the car. As a few photographers flashed away in the forlorn hope we were celebs, taking shots of my legs and up my skirt, the bloody raspberry like buds simply exploded. I smoothed the skirt down as I stood up regretting that the hem came to only about nine inches beneath my pussy. As the eyes seemed to zero in on me I also regretted leaving three of those studs undone at the bottom of the dress, also three at the top, also showing so much cleavage and so much leg. In fact I was regretting wearing as little as possible for I was showing more than I really dared. In some ways I regretted that, but in others I didn't. Along with a touch of embarrassment I also felt excited and rather turned on by the blatantly lustful gazes of many of the men and not a few women When we eventually found a booth and settled down pressed closely together though, I relaxed. The bar was heaving and how the hell he got seats I have no idea, but he did. I looked around. Couples were standing close together, arms round each other, many were kissing and some were openly groping each other. And several of the couples quite near by weren't male and female! Ash kissed me; He ran his fingers up my leg, almost all the way, nearly to my panties, almost to my pussy. It didn't seem out of place, not out of the ordinary or in any way that outrageous. Given the atmosphere in the smart but clearly very erotic bar nothing really seemed to be outrageous. Not the two girls openly necking or the two men holding hands. Not the girl whose blouse was open right down the front or the one that was wearing suspenders and stockings, but had forgotten her skirt. No, partial nudity, otherwise outrageous sexual behaviour, sexuality adventures and lovers starting to get it on were all part and parcel of the scene in Sinatra's that night, maybe every night. The Club, as everyone in Marbella called it, was also heaving. It was loud, hundreds were dancing and as expected most women and many men as well were wearing as little possible and showing all they dared. I was getting into this aspect of exhibitionism. I was beginning to enjoy the stares. The gazes of men, and women running up and down me, the eyes on my clearly unfettered breasts, and the looks at the long expanse of my legs that were bare as Ash and I danced. The staring at where the thin material of the ridiculously flimsy and equally ridiculously short dress clung to me and, more interestingly, where it didn't! I was getting kicks from men and women staring at the press studs, many of them I guessed willing them to pop open. Some nearly did and others did. The top was now open to at least half way down my breasts and as I moved slowly on the spot dancing, maybe even more than that at times. We didn't stay that late. I don't think either of us could have handled much more of the heady atmosphere created in the club by the outrageously erotic behaviour of the clientele. We necked like two teenagers in the back of the cab that took us the ten miles or so back to the villa. Is necking the right term I wondered? Maybe heavy petting or groping is more appropriate. What ever the correct term nowadays his hands visited every part of my body both inside and outside my clothes and mine delved deep into his trousers to hold and stroke his lovely hard cock. I'm sure if the journey had lasted much longer we'd have found a way to fuck on that back seat, we would simply have had to. Once out of the cab and inside the front garden of the villa we kissed again. He slipped both hands down the front of my dress popping open the two or three press studs above my waist that had, somehow, stayed together. He held my boobs in his hand, pressing them together and bent forward and slid his tongue along the narrow crease of the deep cleavage that created. "Oh Ash," I sighed a little worried that we were standing in a pool of light and presumably could be seen by passers by in their cars if they glanced this way. "If I didn't need a pee so much I'd fuck you right here and now." "Well I don't want accidents that way, so we'd better go in for that hadn't we?" I replied I got some wine while Ash went to the loo. I turned the lights down and put on some soft romantic music. I waited for him sipping my dry white, Rioja wine. I had a plan, an idea. It had been buzzing around in my head all day, in fact ever since we'd been here. I hadn't been sure about it, I still wasn't, my body was saying one thing my mind the other, I was in a conflict, I was confused. I was also aroused and excited, full of expectation, a little scared but also so full of a desire to experiment, please and go somewhere I'd never been before. "In the bedroom," I called out when he shouted. "Where are you?" "In the bedroom waiting for you," I added as I heard him approaching. Immediately he turned the corner and entered the room I put my arms round him, moulded by body to his and squashed my lips to his mouth. I kissed him as hard as I could, grinding my lips to his and probing my tongue deep into his mouth licking all round the roof of his mouth as I knew he liked. My breasts were squashed as flat they can be, my hands were running up and down his back and in his hair and I was squirming my aching pubis area hard against his cock, which as usual, hardened immediately. I wanted him, I wanted him now and I wanted him my way. "Wow Mands," he moaned as I slid my hand between us and ran it up and down the outline of his erection. "Shush, don't say anything, I want to fuck you," I whispered, easing his zip down and opening his trousers. "Oh yes, yes Mands," he groaned as we struggled his trousers down; as usual he wasn't wearing pants. I stood away a little, undid the buttons on his shirt and ran my hands over his hairy chest, pinching his nipples and cupping the slight excess of flesh on his manly breasts. We pushed the shirt off and he was naked, gloriously bare and deliciously nude for me. He looked fabulous. He was tanned all over, his body was lithe and muscular, it curved in and stood out where it should and was soft and hard exactly where we like them to be. And that was particularly the situation with his lovely cock that was squashed against me running up the length of my stomach. I always find being fully or even partially come to that, dressed with a naked man very sexy. I find it a particular turn on to be showing nothing while he shows all. It was especially sexy to be doing this with Ash for it put me in control, I was leading and directing events, I was in control, yes I was the dominant one, he the submissive! And what a change that was. I stroked his cock, rubbed his buttocks and ground my silk covered tits against his firm, hairy chest. He grabbed my bum, rubbed and squeezed that and then went to caress my breasts. I stopped him. "No this is my show," I, almost, growled adding as I pushed his hands away, "I'm going to fuck you, now lie on the bed and shut up." He looked magnificent lying naked in the middle of the large bed. His dark skin made darker by the nude sunbathing of the past few days was in stark contrast to the crisp white sheets. His muscular, nicely hairy body with his lovely erection rearing straight up the middle of his flat stomach excited me. I was reacting to the anticipation of it soon being moulded against me as we made love; no, had sex was more appropriate I reminded myself, smiling as I thought, "actually to be realistic it was more as we fucked." I stood beside the bed out of his reach and ran my hands up and down the front of my body, lingering on my tits and tummy through the thin, soft material. I turned and stuck my bum out towards him as I stroked its roundness. Looking over my shoulder I asked. "Is this what you what you want Ash, my body, my tits, my pussy, my bum?" "Yes Amandy, it is, I want all of those," he croaked, his fingers I noted idly stroking his erection. He often touched himself there when we had sex. Many men seem to be rather self-conscious when naked and erect. Not Ash though, he revelled in it, he flaunted his nudity and rampant readiness at me. He would hold his cock and say as he stroked himself. "You want this don't you Amandy? You want my big hard cock don't you? You want it in you don't you? You want my hard, hot cock right up your cunt don't you?" Aroused already and further so by watching him and hearing his wonderfully dirty phrases, I groaned as I started to caress myself that I did want that, and I did, badly, very badly. Sometimes we continued doing that to ourselves, carried on masturbating, carried on until I was starting to cum and he was ready to ejaculate. "Where do you want my cum Amandy? On your tits, on your arse or all over your face?" he'd ask as my climax made my body convulse making it difficult for me to moan. "On my tits and face." But that wasn't my plan for tonight. Oh no. My plan was far more erotic, dirty, decadent, even, than that. I moved a little further away from the bed. Looking over my shoulder at the gorgeous site waiting for me on the bed I smiled as I tossed my head shaking my loose, shoulder length, chestnut coloured hair off my face. He smiled back. I reached behind me with one hand my white painted finger nails slithering up the thin material. I took the hem in my hand and with my eyes locked on his I edged it upwards. Not a long way, just far enough to show him the creases where my bum cheeks flared out from the back of legs. Not that far, just enough so he'd see the lace round the bottom of my panties. Ash was a real lingerie freak and I knew that the sight would please and excite him even more. "Do you want me to undress Ash; to show you my body, to be naked for you?" "Yes, yes, do it. Show me your tits and pussy." I paused for a while. I turned and faced him holding the edges of the dress in each hand. Where he'd popped the press studs earlier had already opened it to beneath my nipples, but I hid those by holding the dress together. I couldn't though hide the very obvious outlines of both my tits and nipples through the flimsy fabric, but then I didn't really want to, other than to tease him. I slowly pulled it tight across me so that the material was stretched across my breasts. Encased in the thin dress that was, with the light behind me almost see through, and was really slightly too small for me, my breasts would have looked bigger than they were, well that was the idea for I knew that added to his turn on. I also knew that my achingly erect nipples would be straining against the thin diaphanous material. I cupped each breast; I squeezed them and pushed them together as I watched him stroking his cock which seemed to be bigger and harder than I'd ever seen it. Looking deep into his eyes, my mind having the filthiest thoughts, I slowly parted the sides of the dress. I pulled them until the next press stud was straining. I pulled them until that popped open. And I pulled them until one after the other all but one press stud, the one by my navel, popped open. Yes I pulled them until the dress was effectively hiding nothing so that Ash could stare at my body now clad just in the pale pink, lacy boy shorts with the dress off my shoulders and hanging around my waist. I turned sideways to him. I pulled the hem up showing him the waistband and side of the boy shorts I was wearing. They were pink, lacy, see through and very tight. I again caressed my breasts, this time outside the flimsy material of the dress. I slid one hand down my body until it was on my mound. I rubbed myself there and then slipped my fingers inside feeling the slippery wetness of my streaming pussylips greeting them. I put my fingers to my mouth and licked them. My Most Precious Sexual Gift "Ok Ash?" I asked once more pushing my fingers against my pussy. "God yes," he replied the pleasure and sheer lust in his eyes thrilling me as we stared at each other. "Want more?" "Of course I do." "How much more?" I asked. "As much as there is?" He croaked. "You want everything, don't you?" "Yes Amandy, everything. I want everything, I always want everything." "And Ash you can have everything." I whispered turning my back to him. I placed one hand on the back of a chair leaned forward with my legs slightly parted. With the other hand I fumbled at the remaining press stud, I popped it but held the dress over my bottom. I looked over my shoulder, held his gaze and stared deep into his eyes as I let go of the dress and felt it slither down my bare legs to fall in a pool around my feet. I moaned. "You can have all of me, you can have everything I have Ash," as I opened my legs letting him see that the knickers I'd bought on the web just before we came away had the back cut out of them. The crease between my bum cheeks was bare from about half way down to the back of my pussy. That was about the clearest way I could think of indicating that now was the time, tonight the moment, here and now was my invitation, this was his chance to at last fuck my arse. Chapter 5 My first real anal sex experience was almost like a religious ceremony. It was more liking blooding the sacrificial lamb than a slightly deviant sexual act. It was more of a tender and caring initiation into this extreme sexual pleasure than it was a woman being fucked up the arse for the first time. Sure Ash was getting what he desperately wanted. Sure it was just sex and sure it was a very, very physical act. But at another level it was, in many ways, one of the most emotional experiences I'd ever experienced in my sexual life. Yes, of course he was taking, but then that's the man's role isn't it. Sure I was giving; giving perhaps the largest sexual gift I have. And yes we were at last doing something that had been becoming more and more inevitable every time we made love. But underlying all of that there was something else that I found difficulty with defining at the time; I still do in fact. It's to do with anal sex in a way representing the pinnacle of sexual activities between two people. It's to do with me wishing to endow that very special gift on him. It's to do with the way that Ash reacted by treating me and my bottom with such respect and love. Mostly, maybe, it's to do with the pair of us, literally and no pun intended, coming together in one act that we both regarded with such awe and respect. So it wasn't just me taking it up my bum or Ash simply penetrating the last orifice I had available for him. No it was big news, a momentous occasion, an amazing act and a fantastic exchange of sexual experiences by two lovers. After he'd realised what I meant he beamed a massive smile and pulled me onto the bed. We lay side by side facing each other as between deep, loving kisses he thanked me and told me he would be so gentle and would of course stop if I wanted. I was in his arms, pressed against his chest, tummy, thighs, legs and of course, his erection. It felt so big and hard and hot and throbbing as it made a deep furrow up the length of my soft, perhaps slightly overweight really, but that's having a baby for you, tummy. He was cuddling me, running his hands up and down my back, slipping them between us and then ruffling them through my hair that was literally all over the place. He slithered downwards sucking my nipples in the rather hard way he knew I liked. He covered my breasts, chest, waist and tummy with little kisses, sucks and bites. He licked my pubis area. He ran his tongue tantalisingly up and down the insides of my thighs sending such huge shudders of delight through me that immediately his, so educated, tongue touched my clit I started to cum. All the time, both prior to the mini orgasm, during it and as it subsided, a little, his hands became more and more focused on my bottom. He was constantly stroking and kneading the two cheeks, slithering his fingers between them, opening them and then pressing them tightly together. He ran his fingers along my sodden, blood engorged pussy slit and wetted them. He rubbed the lubricated fingers between my cheeks and slightly wetted my anal entrance. He pressed against it, as if enquiring, as if waiting for an invitation, as if asking for my permission. I didn't pull away nor did I, at first, make any movement. But as his fingers stayed there wetting and softening the anal entrance and at the same time sending lovely tremors of pleasure through me I slowly and gently pressed backwards. I put some pressure on his finger. I gave a sign, my acceptance, agreement and willingness for him to go further. It slid into me surprisingly easy. He didn't move it much but simply left it there as he kissed me and caressed me with his other hand. "Is that alright?" He asked. "Yes, yes it is," I replied truthfully. It really wasn't something new for we'd been this far anally several times, in fact some way further. And just as I was expecting him to start easing his finger in and out of me and up and down that back passage he whispered. "I'm not going to finger fuck your ass Amandy." "No?" I asked, actually a little disappointed. "No your back passage is too precious to be wasted on a finger. It needs more than that, it needs and deserves my big hard cock Amandy. Can I?" "Yes Ash, yes you can." "Can what Amandy? What can I do?" He was starting the dirty talk game that we often indulged in. When so aroused I love to hear and more so to speak dirty. "You can have my ass Ash." "What can I do to your ass?" "You can fuck it." "What shall I fuck your ass with Amandy?" "Your cock Ash, your big hard cock." "Stay there just a moment," he told me gently sliding his finger out giving me that odd feeling as if I was defecating. I lay in the middle of the bed on my front one arm above my head my face resting on my wrist, waiting for him. He wasn't gone long. He dimmed the lights and I felt his weight on the bed. "Are you ready my darling?" He asked running his fingers through my hair and up and down my neck. "As much as I'll ever be,"" I replied now slightly dreading the situation I'd got myself into. I was wondering how much it would hurt, whether I'd be able to take it and whether he'd be able to get his very respectably, but not massively, sized cock up me. I knew that I wouldn't get that much sensation from it being up me, well nothing like the feelings I get when one's up my pussy. But then females don't have such a sensitive gland as the little doughnut shaped prostate that gives men such strong sensations. With us the enjoyment and pleasure of anal sex comes from more emotional than physical elements. I felt wetness on the small of my back, it was nice and it was warm. I realised it was oil for it didn't run all over my back; it was more like it was oozing over it. He put his fingers into the oil and rubbed them over the back of my waist, he eased them round the indentation between my back and my bum and slithered them onto the upward slope of the cheeks of my bottom. He was massaging me. He'd done that before as, indeed, I had to him. He was good at massage, gentle patient and slow. He built up the tension and anticipation by continually going near to, but not quite touching, my erogenous zones. Usually they were my breasts, my nipples, the inside of my hips, my thighs and of course all the differing parts of my pussy or, as he referred to it as his massaging, well caressing really, fingers got nearer and nearer to it, my cunt. I loved hearing him say that as his fingers glided along my soaked lips or through my matted pubes. "I'm going to massage your cunt Amandy," he'd say. I'm going to put my fingers up it and I'm going to lick and suck your cunt until you cum and cum and cum," he'd tell me, his filthy words simply adding to me excitement. But tonight it wasn't my cunt that was getting his attention. It wasn't my cunt or my tits or my nipples that he was focusing on. Tonight his attention was on a different erogenous area. Tonight he wasn't going to finger and tongue fuck my cunt. No tonight he'd already finger fucked his objective. Yes tonight wasn't a cunt night, it was my ass night. Tonight Ash was going to cock fuck my ass. I felt him pour more oil onto me. It was warm, I realised as I felt it slide across my cheeks. He rubbed it into them, slowly, gently, lovingly, almost reverently. He was patient. He took his time slowly making sure that every square millimetre of the two soft, wobbly mounds was covered, massaged and softly kneaded. Continually though, I recognised, his sensation giving fingers were moving closer to the crease between them. Just like when he massaged my front he was slowly, patiently but inexorably moving nearer to where he for sure and now me increasingly wanted them to be. I couldn't stop a deep grunt escaping from my mouth as without warning or further ado he slid his fingertip slowly right along the base of that crease. Inevitably, of course his finger crossed right over the corrugated edges of the entrance to my anus. From his earlier attentions the darker skin surrounding that had been made more sensitive I guess, well probably the entire area had. So as his finger nail slid across it the sensations were as acute as they were wonderful. "Oooooh," I moaned my bum I guess involuntarily wiggling encouragingly. He gently massaged the warm oil into the sides of my cheeks that plunge down towards the now highly sensitised anal entrance. More and more concentrating on that as he "ooed and ahed," made little grunts and moans and whispered little phrases designed to both keep me relaxed yet also arouse me. "Your ass is so perfect Amandy." "It's just made to be loved." "It's just waiting to be fucked isn't it?" "You want my cock up your ass don't you darling." I was confirming that I did, for now I was resolved to the idea. Resolved to the fact that shortly I was going to have a cock up my ass and was going to be fucked there. But these weren't conversations. They couldn't be. His mouth was continually sucking my cheeks and the back of my thighs and his tongue was following his fingers along the crease and I wasn't fit or able to talk coherently. My face was buried in the pillow; my hair was streaming all over the place with strands of it finding themselves into my mouth. I was veering from being incredibly aroused to almost panic stricken when I thought of his cock in its erect splendour inside my back passage. But in some ways they were conversation. For the few words we were using were accompanied by a series of movements; of my bottom, his fingers and mouth and now my hand for I'd reached out, without thinking really, and was now holding his erection. Why? I don't really know. All I can think that as the moment came inexorably closer as to when that would enter me I needed the assurance of touching it and holding it beforehand. With these movements each of us was sending strong messages to the other and, I suppose, to ourselves as well really. Messages that confirmed our agreement and advised his desire and my consent to anal intercourse. Yes, by mime really, we were agreeing that the time was nigh when Ash would fuck my ass. "Come Mandy, come lie on the floor." I looked over to the big gap between the bed and the bank of wardrobes and say he'd laid out a towel and a couple of pillows. I hade no idea why he wanted to do it on the floor but without even thinking I did what he asked. Kneeling behind me he took hold of the front of my lower body just by my pelvis and hip bones. He pulled on them signifying that I should raise myself up a little. I then heard one of the most erotic yet at the same time rather scary phrases I'd ever heard. "It's time Amandy, it's time for us to do it," he paused before adding, "everything. Yes Amandy?" "Yes Ash, yes," I said quietly as he eased my tummy off the bed. I was almost kneeling, but the angle behind my knees was far, far more than ninety degrees, so I was sort of sprawled out a bit. I brought my arms up under me and supported myself on my elbows. Ash gently parted my legs. I lay there for a few moments as his fingers softly ran up my thighs, all round my pussy and, of course, along the crease between the cheeks of my bottom. I lay my head on my crossed hands; my dark hair was falling down over my shoulders all over the pillow. With my chest slightly off the bed there was just enough room for my dangling breasts to be lifted off the bed my nipples occasionally just grazing the sheet. The movements I felt on the sheet told me that Ash was now kneeling between my parted thighs. He again stroked my bottom. He poured a little more oil onto it and, I guessed, rubbed some along his erection; he often did that when we masturbated together and sometime even when we had straightforward sex. He said that the almond oil added sensitivity to his cock and to my inner lips. He pressed his erection between my cheeks, it was aimed towards the ceiling not, yet, towards my entrance. He slowly rubbed his erection up and down that crease several times. He bent forward so that his chest pressed against my back and his hands could reach my breasts. I willingly lifted myself a little to give him easier access to those aching mounds and pulsating nipples. He slowly surged himself up and down that sensitive groove as he pressed and kneaded my dangling tits and covered my shoulders and neck in little bites and kisses. It was as if he was fucking me. The feelings of being taken over dominated and possessed that I usually get when a man holds me as we make love, were all there. They were accompanied by the urgency of his movements and the lovely feelings on my breasts. All that was missing, of course, was that sensation of being filled, almost to overflowing, but I knew that would shortly be there and to a level I'd never yet experienced. "Are you ready darling?" "Yes Ash, yes I am," I answered honestly. I had now accepted the inevitability. His diligent, patient, comprehensive and so erotic preparations had done the trick. I was ready and prepared for my initiation. He knelt upright again his hands disappointingly having to leave my breasts. I felt him place a hand on my right cheek his thumb curving round the orb into the crease and onto the lower, softer part. He pulled that. That opened my cheeks and exposed to his view and more importantly his cock, the puckered hole. That had, I knew, been lubricated by the oil, it had been softened and the muscle relaxed by the visits of his fingers and tongue. My heat was pounding, I was finding it hard to breath and my head was starting to writhe on the bed as I felt him press the tip of his cock right against my hole. "It's happening, he's about to do it," I thought realising this was my last possible chance to stop him. I couldn't and didn't want to, for now I wanted him to have me like that. He'd built a mood and atmosphere where I didn't look on anal sex as a taboo, as being deviant or anything other than a natural extension of vaginal sex. It had become more an emotional moment than a purely physical one, for I was indeed, I thought, about to indulge in possibly the most intimate act that two lovers can share. It didn't hurt at all at first. It was just like a tongue, or more a finger or that slim vibrator that had buzzed a little way up there once. He was going very slowly his hand gently stroking my back and hips. "Ok Amandy, is that Ok?" he asked several times. "Yes, yes, yes it is." He pushed more, I grunted, but it didn't hurt it just gave me a jolt. So far there had been little physical pain, or pleasure come to that. But then although the crinkled hole and its immediate environs are fairly sensitive, they aren't like a pussy are they with that's vast array of pleasure giving opportunities? His hands were holding me tighter, pulling me towards him, gently but firmly. I was being impaled, I almost smiled, by his cock up my ass as slowly yet consistently his hardness edged up me. But still, I didn't think the most bulbous part of his cock had reached me; that was yet to come. And that made me realise that not only had my sphincter muscle got to be stretched outward more than it ever had been before, but also that my back passage would have to accept a further seven inches or so of Ash's cock. "Oh shit," I wailed as suddenly it hit me. Searing pain, as though someone had shoved a red hot poker right up my ass, hit me, hard. Ash had obviously pushed and that had made that muscle stretch in a way that it wasn't used to. It wasn't quite as bad as child-bearing pains, just almost. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he muttered adding. "It will pass, it will." I was gripping the sheet and shoving handfuls of it into my mouth, like a gag as I writhed my head and shook my body. I was like a wounded animal I guess, knowing I was hurt, but not quite sure what has hurt me. It got worse, for he was pushing further and then further. "Oh Ash, Ash," I moaned now severely regretting my decision. "Hold on Mandy, try to relax," he was saying trying to reassure me. "Just one more, one more time." I had no idea what he meant or what he was talking at first. But then, with a strong surge of his hips, I quickly found out. Without further ado or ceremony Ash shoved himself deeply into me. Just how far he was up me and how much of his erection I'd take I had no idea. My mind couldn't register that or even try working it out so searing was the wall of pain and heat that shot through me. I was moaning, groaning, wailing and I even may have been screaming as I felt him going further and further up me. He must have been well inside me for I felt his stomach against the top of my bottom, then his chest on my back, then his arms around me, then his hands cupping my breasts and his fingers, finding, pinching then pulling my nipples. Although all of that seemed very welcome, I was still in agony. He'd clearly gone as far in as he intended, or could, for the upward thrusts stopped, the surging finished and his inexorable movement up my ass was discontinued. Discontinued, I thought, because he was in me as far as he could be. I was filled by him, totally and utterly filled. He stopped all movement other than with his fingers and mouth. He'd pushed my hair so that it all fell forward from my face and my neck was bare. He was licking and kissing that as he was squeezing and pinching my boobs; just that, no other movements, merely kissing, licking and squeezing. We stayed like that for some time. "Are you ok Mands?" "Yes, yes, I am Ash." As indeed I was. Either the pain had gone or I'd become used to it, for now it was hardly more than a dull ache. But I knew he still wasn't really fucking me, no at present he was merely inside me, true he was inside my virginal arse but he hadn't started to shag that yet. So although everything seemed fine and was getting better all the time I was very aware that I still had to overcome the further trauma of him thrusting himself up and down me. "You sure, darling," he whispered as he ran one of his hands down my front and found my clitoris. That was again like a bolt of lightning. But if that was something what he did next was simply amazing. He pressed my clit with his thumb and slid two, three or four of his fingers inside my lips at the same time as which he shrugged his hips sending his cock further up me. The combination of the varied sensations was, well, sensational I suppose. "Oh God," I moaned. "Ok?" He asked, now sounding a little less concerned and more aroused. "Is that good?" My Most Precious Sexual Gift "Oh yes, yes Ash, it's wonderful," I groaned as wave after wave of such delicious feelings flooded my senses and body. "And this will be even better," he whispered as his hands left my breasts and pussy and once more took hold of me by my hips. In a rather ungainly manner he manipulated my body and his so that we were both kneeling upright, if that makes sense; imagine we were about to pray! Pulling me backwards a little the penetration was now entirely different. As was the availability of the front of my body to his hands. And as was, of course, the view in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the wardrobes. Over the period of our short affair we'd both found an enjoyment in watching ourselves make love, of seeing his hands on my breasts, my mouth around his erection or his cock up my pussy. It was fun, exciting and it added thrills and excitement to our already, usually, fantastic sex. From the angle he had put me as I looked to one side I could clearly see that his cock was up me but I couldn't see for certain just where. Ash realised that and turned me a little more and bent me forward a bit as at the same time he withdrew a little. And then as clear as anything I could see where it was. It seemed amazing that the puckered skin around that entrance could be stretched as it was. I could hardly believe the amazing sight of his dark, thick, fat cock plunged between my cheeks and buried deep up my ass. "Nice Amandy?" he asked as our eyes met in the mirror. "Mmm," I replied reaching behind me and stroking his erection, something I liked seeing in the mirror. "And how do you feel? How's that lovely bottom now?" he asked as we both watched his fingers trail across the fleshy part of each orb. It was only then that I suddenly realised the pain had changed into at worst a very slight, dull ache. The tearing, ripping feeling had gone. It hadn't yet been replaced with the sort of sensations there would be were he up my pussy. But clearly I recognised that the second part of anal sex had been achieved. He'd taken me through the pain barrier. "It's amazing Ash, truly amazing, there's no pain, nothing." In the mirror I saw his smile. "Oh believe me darling there won't be nothing for long," he muttered as bending me forward just a little he thrust his cock hard in my bum." "Oh God," I almost screamed so sudden and sharp was the pain. "Now Amandy, this is the real thing, full anal love," he said thickly as he bent me further forward so that I leaned forward and supported myself against the mirror. He then began slowly, rhythmically almost and very carefully I noted to fuck me. And yes it hurt, and it stung, and it felt so warm and it felt so tingly, yet it also felt so different and it felt, yes it felt, I realised it felt, well great. Yes at last I was experiencing that unique sensation of having pain and pleasure at the same time, of giving my most precious gift and of gaining that sensation that women so adore of feeling filled to overflowing. He held himself rigid deep in me again as in the mirror we watched his hands on my breast and nipples and then sliding down to once more find my clit. It was weird watching him pull the folds of skin away to reveal it, then pressing his thumb alongside it and finally watching his fingers slip up my pussy. He hung onto my boob with his other hand as he once more assumed that slow, relaxed rhythm surging his cock up and down my back passage. He never slammed himself into me or thrust so hard that the slightly underlubricated passageway would feel burning. Nevertheless he moved faster and faster with his cock, his thumb and his fingers so that I was totally inundated with sensations. Simultaneously I was receiving them on my breasts, my nipples, my clitoris, my pussy and my bum. And slowly but wonderfully surely he took me to my orgasm. Then it erupted. Then it burst over me, yes then suddenly, hardly with any warning, it exploded all over me. Of course it was physical, but more than I think I'd ever experienced before was the emotional outlet of feelings. It was like a dam of feelings bursting its banks. I was shuddering, shaking and moaning. It was hard for me to get my breath and my mind was reeling with incoherent thoughts as I almost passed out. Ash's hands were everywhere. He was kissing, licking and chewing at my neck and hair as with a deep, deep grunt and a long, long moan he climaxed. He sent, although I couldn't say I felt it, his semen surging up my anus and he clung to me as he shuddered and convulsed with the relief his ejaculation brought to him. We were in a sort of trance as he clung to me, I leaned on the mirror and we looked at each other in the glass. Chapter 5 There was no tearful goodbye or acrimonious break up, we simply drifted apart I guess. We had incompatible life-styles. It was for the best, there was no real future for either of us so a few months after Marbella we stopped seeing each other. He, I assume, moving onto pastures new, me still trying to bring some order and direction to me love and sex lives, yeah right and I'm still trying. Before the split we did anal a few more times and I came to two conclusions. I could see why people do it, but can't say that it's all the physical amazement some claim for it. It simply physically cannot be dues to the lack of the prostate and the low level sensitivity of the skin inside the back passage. No I think there are other considerations that make it a real, enjoyable and essential part of a couple's lovemaking toolkit. It's the togetherness, the trust it requires and the bonding those create. It's the giving of that awesome gift, which can only be matched by a woman agreeing to swallow a man's cum, that makes it so very, very special. So my views have changed. I've taken on board what others had told me and what Ash showed me; what books and now videos and films are tackling. What was once illegal, was generally looked on as a perversion, what some see as being taboo and others as a pretty extreme sex act. But what I now don't see as any of those things. For what I see it as is simply, being fucked up the ass and I quite like it.