Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Barefoot in the 80's part 2; How I lost my cherry

3,800 words

part 2 of 8

Codes; m/F, first, anal

Summery; Alone during a cold rainy day, I run into hot buxom Anna. I reminice about how she'd once taken my cherry, before we have a short affair, and she takes my other cherry.

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Part 1; Three is a difficult number

Part 2; How an older woman took my cherry when I was fifteen; and again when I was 18.

Dan and Deena went back to Barcelona. I was alone again as Dues Germanes emptied out, most of the freaks going to Morocco or India for the winter.

I roamed the jungle above the village; the valley was vee shaped, miles wide down at the sea and just a hundred yards wide at the spring way up on top between the mountains. I knew every trail, every tree, and every person up there.

The coast was more developed. They had roads, electricity, and the tourist industry was starting to accelerate. I could see the distant construction cranes working on the new hotels as I sat in a tree, eating an apple from a forgotten orchard. Soon the little fishing port would be gone completely, just a memory.

Gonzales and I climbed down into the ravine and dismantled John's van, loaded the parts onto mules, and brought them up to sell them, except for the engine which we built into a big old Bedford six wheel drive farm truck he had, that hadn't run for years. Gonzales was very pleased to have the old beast working again.

The road got even worse in the winter rains, and soon only four wheel drive vehicles and my Bultaco enduro motorbike could manage it. There were only a handful of people staying in the village through the winter, mostly destitute single mothers with babies or little kids. They depended on me to bring their shopping up from the nearest market on my bike.

I was at the weekly market down in town when I saw English Anna; as tasty as ever.

I'll never forget the first time I saw her. It was five years earlier when I was thirteen, and she was naked. Standing on the porch of one of the old houses at the edge of the mountain village, with the most incredible pair of breasts I'd ever seen.

People were naked a lot there; I'd seen plenty of tits. But not like those. They were huge and full, even though the rest of her was very small. The other thing was her hair; hippie women usually had ragged hair, but Anna had hers neatly groomed and cut just above her smooth white shoulders. She smiled at the adolescent boy who was gooning out at her splendor. The smile was generous, a gift to a stranger. She stood for an extra few seconds, letting me look before going back inside to her boyfriend.

A couple of years later when I was fifteen, we had sex. She was my first.

She was staying at the next village down the road. Unlike ours, they had a paved road, small local population, a shop, and running water. She was up at Dues Germanes visiting my mother [which was surprising], and told me there was an old motorbike in a shed at her place, and I could have it. As she spoke, she gave me a certain look; a hungry smile of invitation that turned my belly to jelly. English Anna, the woman of my wet dreams, had invited me to her house.

The only girl around who was near my age was Deena, and she was already Dan's girl. There was no conflict in my mind; if English Anna wanted my cherry, she would have it.

I never figured out if my mother had put her up to it. Or perhaps Anna was there to clear it with her, because she'd never been to our house before. Or after.

I cleaned myself up and went down to see her the next morning.

She was living alone [that wouldn't last long, I can tell you] in one of the old hovels that were now cleaned up and rented out to foreigners. She came to the door wearing a long tee shirt that nearly covered her ass. Her breasts were still as magnificent as ever, but her hair wasn't kept as neat anymore. She was 25 years old.

She smiled at me "Well it didn't take you long to get here did it?" she laughed. She put on some sandals and we went out to look at the bike.

"A guy who was staying with me left it here." She told me. "It hasn't run in a while."

It was a Bultaco 250 dirt bike without registration or any papers at all. A 'guy who was staying with her' meant a lover of course.

"Cup of tea?" she asked. We went back to her place, and instead of sitting outside [as was the norm] we sat inside, on her mattress on the floor. We talked; I knew I was supposed to do something but I didn't know what. I was hoping she'd take the lead, but the tea was soon finished and we were still separated by several inches of air.

In desperation, I put a finger on her naked thigh, terrified and thrilled with my own audacity. She glanced down at the finger; then she leaned back and we talked a little more, I don't recall the subject. But I do remember my finger moving up and down an inch, then two inches. My whole hand slid up to her hip, pulling the tee shirt up a little. And then... her hand began to stroke my arm.

I slid close, and she put her head on my shoulder. We stopped talking. Hands slowly explored; smooth female skin, beauty, allure. We kissed. We were going to do it!

Sexy Anna was going to take my cherry, and I've always loved her for that. She did it for her own pleasure, but it was still a generous act.

I seemed to know what to do. I just kissed her, her shoulders and her neck. She smiled encouragement and giggled delightfully. Her flimsy garment came off, and then she stood up and closed the door, and pulled the curtain across the window. Naked, she looked down at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Well are you going to get undressed or what?" she asked me.

I wiggled out of my clothes and she sat down again. Our naked bodies slipped against each other, her big firm breasts pressing on my chest, her hand sensuous and cool on my hard hot cock as we kissed and caressed.

I was addicted. It was all I wanted, the love, the pleasure, the acceptance of a beautiful woman. I could have lay there like that with her all day and night, just touching, kissing, with her soft soothing hand on my burning hot penis. I knew sex would be good, and when my time came it was actually much better than I'd ever imagined.

She rolled back and lifted her short legs, pulling me into the gap. I was above her, staring into her brown eyes as her hand held my cock against her wet entrance.

I'd never seen porn, no one had ever told me the details. But I knew what she wanted; I pushed it in, and it slid into her welcoming body with all the primal joy of a virgin fifteen year old having it off with a gorgeous and very experienced 25 year old.

I was surprised at the perfection of the wet pressure, the instant feeling of being where I should be. I let myself down against her tits, my young mind swimming in a sea of pleasure. My young ass started to go up and down, my cock in and out, the feelings so different to anything I'd ever felt before. Ecstasy, intense intimacy, shivering crazy pleasure.

I'd never wanted to take drugs, or drink alcohol. This was the high I'd been waiting for, the real thing, sex. I was made to fuck, it was the real thing, sensuality, smooth female skin, curvy and soft.

Her big breasts pressed on my chest, her big eyes bored into my brain, her little fingers pressed into my ass, my big cock penetrated her tight little body until she began to come. I knew what it was, and it thrilled me to the bone. Hot English Anna was having an orgasm, her sexy body was writhing against me, it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. As Anna cried and moaned I came so hard, it hurt for hours afterwards.

I kept going for a long time. After a few minutes, Anna came again. Her pelvis was bucking up and down, her hands on my ass insisted I keep doing it to her, and I did. Her orgasm was sweeter than mine, more precious to me that a simple spilling of semen. To have English Anna come around my heaving young cock was a life changing event. She came a third time, but I couldn't get another one from her.

Finally I came again. Anna raised her eyebrows in surprise at that. I think she'd only ever had older lovers, even when she was my age.

"You know it's just this once." She said, getting up to wash herself.

"Why?" I asked desperately.

"Because you can't be my boyfriend." She said. "You have nothing; and neither do I. That's reality darling... it was fantastic, but that was it. A girl can't live on air you know."

It might sound mercantile, but she was simply being honest. 

So three years and many lovers later, there we were at the market as it started to rain. We ducked into a cantina and grabbed a table.

"You've grown." She noted.

"You sound a bit distressed by that." I said.

"Yes, well... that's what happens when you bed a fifteen year old I guess." She said. "Have you grown in other places as well?"

I laughed; "Well if you really want to know there's only one way to find out."

"Oh you really have grown up." She sighed, smiling indulgently.

We caught up; she'd been traveling, trekking in Nepal, then living in France for a while. She didn't mention boyfriends, but my mind filled in the gaps in her story.

"Is Joanne up in the village?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I need to get up there to see her but the taxi drivers say the road is impassable." She said.

"We have a motorbike." I told her, "Remember?"

We had to walk up past the edge of the town to where I'd hidden the bike. It wasn't road legal and I'd already had trouble with the local police because of it.

It was nice to feel her big sexy breasts pressing on my back and have her hands around me as we scrambled up the mountain. It drizzled a little on the way, and we arrived wet and splattered with mud.

"Well!" she exclaimed as she climbed off the bike, "That was a thrill. What are you doing later?"

"Look around." I said, "There's nothing to do in Dues Germanes."

"Well you can do me then darling." She laughed with a wink and a toss of her head. It had been 3 years since she took my cherry. We'd both been busy, but here we were on a lonely wet mountain. We were going to have fun, and we both knew it. The anticipation was so sweet that even the rain and mud were lovely.

I found her after dinner at her Joanne's house, and we went back to my place.

Joanne and I had spent a night or two together, yet she just smiled indulgently as I left her house with Anna.  No words had to be spoken, we all knew what we all knew.

I stopped and pulled Anna close on a footpath between the trees in the dark.

Anna was sexy, small and curvy. I've never been gooney about big breasts like some guys, but Anna's massive tits were just what I needed to get Deena out of my head.

Her eager tongue pushed into my mouth and her hand went straight to my cock. She felt my hardon through my trousers and laughed softly.

We hurried to my hovel and pulled our clothes off, falling into my lumpy bed together, kissing and fondling.

Anna was a sensual creature. She cooed and sighed as I kissed and licked her in the darkness, as I dove between her short legs to have at her well used vagina.

She was a well known slut; and that was in a community where casual sex was the norm. I wasn't bothered by her reputation, I felt honored that she would want to do it with me again. I went at her hairy vagina eagerly, wallowing in her sweet love juice, until I made her come. Then I pushed my cock up her middle and fucked her.

It was wonderful; hot little Anna was grunting and moaning in unabashed pleasure, my cock was like iron.

While I was having sex with Anna, I wasn't a boy, I was a man. My poverty wasn't important either. If I was a millionaire and I was fucking Anna, I'd be no better at it. My pleasure and pride would be the same. Sexy Anna could have any man she chose, and yet she'd chosen me; again. Just for a night of course.

I kissed her, fondled her, sucked her nipples, made love to the wonderful English tart with all my might. As she grunted and cried in her third orgasm, I came in her, as we used to do in those days. Squirted my semen right up into her without a care, reveling in the wonderful release of tension, emotion, and sticky wet pleasure.

Finally, when we were through, we talked. We'd never done that before; it was nice.

She lit a joint that glowed eerily in the otherwise pitch black room.

"Want some?" she asked.

"No, I don't smoke." I told her.

"Still? Why not?" she asked.

"I don't like to do what everyone else does." I said. "I don't drink either. I guess it's my way of defying authority."

"Fair enough." She laughed, "What are you, eighteen? And you dropped out of school at age ten. What will you do now?"

I massaged her big breasts. She still had a great figure. She was twenty eight; that seemed so old to me at the time. Sexy and sweet, but old.

"I don't know. I like it here, but it's hard; my mother got together with Dieter and they moved to Morocco. I've been growing my own food."

"So it's just like always; you have nothing and neither do I." she said sadly.

She stubbed out her joint and I felt her mouth on my cock.

I'd been with a dozen older hippie chicks, but only Deena had done that to me. I gather it's totally normal now, but back then the girls had hairy groins and rarely sucked cock.

I switched on a battery powered light [I didn't use it much due to the cost of batteries] so I could watch.

Anna's pretty face looked even better with my cock in it; I was hard again within seconds, even though I'd pumped a quart of semen into her already. It was raining and cold outside, dark and harsh. In the shelter of my hovel, we shared the comfort of my lumpy bed and the power of my teenaged penis.

I rolled her onto her back and pushed it in again; she laughed and wrapped her arms and legs around me as we continued.

"No one can do it to me the way you can." She moaned, "My hot, hard, young lover!"

We rolled around the bed together, locked into a ball of arms and legs, fucking and laughing, enjoying each other, kissing, coming.

She worked with me in the garden the next day, pulling weeds. She cooked for us, she cleaned the house as I did the heavy lifting. I was impressed; I'd always thought of her as a lazy stoner.

"You know I can't stay." She told me as she tickled my cock in bed the second night. "I have a boyfriend in Paris. He's old and married. I came here to clear my head but now I'm more muddled than ever."

"Why not forget him and stay here with me?" I asked desperately.

"Oh sweetie... I do love you, but I'm twenty-eight, it's time for me to get serious and stop all this nonsense, age gap relationships and drugs..."

She climbed on top and rode me by candle light, her big breasts swaying in my face. She bent forward and I sucked her nipple, wallowing in her luxurious sexuality. Then she sucked me as I watched, the sensation of my young penis in her mouth so exquisite that there was no other reality, just Anna, her big eyes, her mouth devoted to my pleasure, my big hard penis, my only asset.

I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it.

 "How did you like it?"

"It was extremely satisfying." I said.

"I like it too." She said with a laugh. "My boyfriend is an old bugger, he can only come once and he's finished."

"How old is he?" I asked curiously.

"Nearly sixty." She said, "And I have to share him with his wife; she gets all shirty with me if I make him come in my mouth. Don't look so shocked, everyone knows about you Deena and Dan. He's filthy rich; and good looking too. Oh Adam, I really don't know what to do."

I went down on her hairy muff too of course; we did it doggy, we did it in the shower, we did it as I stood holding her up with her legs around my hips and my hands under her tight little ass, her arms around my neck.

She would massage my back, and my front. She liked to bite my ass and run her tongue in the crack and around my anus [only if I'd just showered]. No one else I'd been with did kinky stuff.

"Hold your ankles in your hands and pull them to the side." She suggested as she played with my balls. She rewarded my obedience by sucking my cock, as her finger played with my asshole.

"Stay right there, don't move." She said, and went into the kitchen for a second. She came back with the olive oil bottle; she put a little on her finger as I watched with fascination, fear, and surrender. 

She tickled and stroked my belly and penis with her left hand, then went down on me and pushed the first joint of the finger of her right hand into my ass. It was wild, unexpectedly intense.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed.

Anna lifted her mouth from my dick and laughed. "Still so much to teach you, my young apprentice! Pull your ankles higher, stretch it open."

She showed me her thumb as she dripped a little oil on it. Then she put it against my ass and pushed it in. I was a virgin all over again, the sensations flooding up from my anus unexpectedly erotic. I stared at Anna, her massive breasts, big smile, and laughing eyes filling the room as her thumb filled my butt

"How does that feel?" she asked excitedly, pulling on my cock with her other hand. Some oil had found its way there and everything was pretty slippery. I felt weird and vulnerable, yet it was oddly fantastic to surrender myself to her this way.

"Intense." I replied, my cock bulging in her slippery grip. I'd done a lot of penetrating, but never been penetrated myself.

She put her groin against her hand, and with a big grin of delight, used her pelvis to shove her thumb deeper.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"I'm not sure." I grunted.

She laughed and pulled back, then shoved it in again. She was fucking my ass, pulling my cock, her big breasts swaying, her face a picture of glee.

"How's this?" she insisted, "You like it, admit it, it's great isn't it?"

"Yes!" I confessed, and I came uncontrollably as she quickly bent over to get her ever thirsty mouth over it.

"So, you like it in the ass." She said with amusement as she pulled her thumb out. "Did you and Dan ever do it together?"

"No!" I said, shocked at the suggestion.

"Hey, relax." She said. "There's no shame in it. It's not queer if there's a girl there with you; I was just wondering how far you kids took the threesome thing."

"Not THAT far." I told her, still weak from the huge orgasm.

"You never tried cock sucking?" she pressed.

"No."

"You really should." She said, "I thought it was disgusting until I actually did it. It's not what you expect; it's amazing to have a penis in the mouth."

"But you're a woman, it's different." I pointed out.

"That's what guys always say." She said. "It's the same with anal penetration, everyone's terrified, they think it will hurt and all. But if you actually get into it, it's fabulous to have a cock in the rear door."

"You did that?" I asked.

"My old man in Paris is crazy about it, so I let him. I was surprised, it's really nice. You want to have a go?"

"Sure." I said cautiously. This was all new ground to me, but I trusted Anna.

"You're rather big for it, but we can try if you promise to be careful." She said. "When you've had time to recover of course."

We needed condoms for that. I brought some from town but she said they were the wrong kind. I had to take the bus to the next town along the coast for them. The pharmacist looked at me in disgust as he handed over the anal strength rubbers. I didn't care; if he'd ever seen Anna's ass he'd understand.

She looked surprised when I produced the condoms.

"So, you want to try buggery." She said accusingly.

"It was your idea." I said defensively.

"I suppose you need to try these things on me." She said wearily, "No one else is going to let you do it!"

She got into bed on her back, putting a pillow under her ass; she spread her knees wide.

"Go on." She prompted me, "Put a little grease on there and see if you can get that log of a penis into it."

"So your French guy is smaller?" I asked, fishing for a compliment.

"I've been with bigger men than you, so don't be arrogant." She said. "Not in the rear though."

I prodded, I jiggled, I pushed, I pulled. Anna grunted, moaned, groaned, and told me to keep trying. It was wild, but not exactly romantic.

"Just hold it there for a second." She instructed. I held the tip of my stiff penis on her bung hole; she closed her eyes and her body visibly relaxed, and her sphincter did too.

"Ok." She said, and I pushed it in at last.

Ana let out a little chirp of alarm, her eyes widened as my cock entered her ass. I stopped, staring into her face as she squeezed my dick with fantastic pressure. Then we both laughed.

"Go on, big boy." She said, "Slide that thing of yours into me!"

I did it to her slowly, watching her face for any signs of distress. She grimaced, then grinned, the nipples on her huge breasts standing straight up. I put a thumb in her vagina and rubbed her clit as I gently fucked her, overcoming the strength of her anus. She started to come, and I came at the same time. I didn't want to stay in there for too long.

My cute little lover smiled, happy to be done with it. I held the base with my hand as I carefully withdrew.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"It's pretty intense." I said, "But I think the regular way is better."

Yes, Me too." She agreed.

Anna left me a few weeks later. I was alone again.

On a dark cold night, I went down and spent a night with good old Joanne, but she was pretty tame compared to Anna.

Part 3; Attack of the teenage virgin

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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