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Spinalonga (MF anal)

The old women dressed in black watched disapprovingly as Marco
helped her in to the small boat and rowed across the bay to the
secluded beach around the headland. Though on the mainland and
therefore formally under Turkish control, this was such an
inaccessible spot that he assured her they would be quite safe.

He leapt into the water and pulled the boat up on to the shore,
offerring his hand to help her out. Curiously it was the first
time they had touched and in this simple act there seemed a
breaking down of any barriers between them. The sandy beach was
edged with rocks and beautiful crystal clear turquoise waters. He
had brought olive oil, bread and cheese for later.

For a moment there was an embarrassed silence between them which
she broke by playfully saying,

"I am afraid that my reputation is in tatters! To be alone with a
young man without a chaperone"

He smiled and with a casual ease took her hand as they walked
along the beach and found a shaded spot to deposit their
provisions.

Looking around he said, "I'm going to swim" and standing up began
to unbutton his shirt.

Anna glanced at the fine blonde hairs of his chest, her heart
racing.

"Why don't you join me? There is no one here to see."

"Apart from you," she answered coyly.

"True," he replied smiling, "but if we are both naked then there
is no shame. We will be like the first Adam and Eve."

Anna watched as, bare-chested, he hooked his fingers in the
waistband of his hose. Though in one way innocent, she felt as if
she had already tasted the apple of forbidden knowledge and
fascinated watched as the garment slid down his hips revealing
his manhood. He did not try to hide it from her, and seemed
rather to enjoy showing himself off.

She had seen naked boys before swimming, carefree, in the harbour
but this was much more intimate. It was an invitation rather than
a casual observation. She experienced a desire to run her fingers
through the mane of wiry golden curls that crowned his sex. As
she watched she saw it stiffen slightly. What would it feel like
to touch? To divert her thoughts she made a decision and,
standing up, lifted her dress over her head.

Now, she stood in front of him clad only in her shift and it was
his turn to watch fascinated as she revealed herself to him.
Overcoming her natural modesty she grasped the hem and slowly
began to raise it, her eyes on his. Teasingly she paused just
below her own woman"s parts, then with a flourish raised it above
her breasts and took it off.

Apart from her father, when she was younger, he was the first man
to see her naked. She felt herself blush but did not try to hide
her body from him. She knew she was pretty and that men desired
her. Many times she had caught them taking surreptitious glances
at her when they thought she was not looking. Her breasts were
small but firm and well formed, their curves leading the eye
naturally to her hips and the dark triangle above her thighs. She
moved her legs apart to allow him to see her better. The hair
there was fine and glossy, barely covering the fleshy closed line
of her crack. She knew that some women were more open and exposed
there but she liked the way her outer lips concealed what lay
within. Keeping the treasure hidden and out of sight.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

He glanced down at his own sex which had stiffened to an upright
rod jutting at an angle from his body.

"I think you have your answer," he responded smiling. "Come, I
will race you to the water!" With that he turned and running to a
large rock above the sea dived with a fluid motion into the clear
waters. His head emerged above the surface and he shook the water
from his eyes like a playful young puppy.

The sand under her feet was hot and it was a strange sensation to
feel the sun caressing her whole body without the impediment of
clothes. Being naked seemed to affect the way she moved, she felt
herself becoming lithe and animal like herself. The Priest would
say this was sin, but to her mind it felt like heaven.

The water was surprisingly cold as she stood in it up to the
middle of her thighs. He was watching her closely, enjoying the
apparent permission she was giving him to observe closely.
Bending her knees she sank into the water gasping as it covered
her waist and came up to her breasts. The shock soon wore off and
she moved out into the deeper water enjoying the sensation as the
silky water caressed her skin.

Coming up beside him he reached out and pulled her to his chest,
her breasts pressing against him. She felt his hands cupping her
buttocks and his sex pressed against her hip. She realised with a
flutter, that if he wanted to take her now there was little she
could do to stop him. They were alone and he was stronger than
she. She waited with a mixture of fear and excitement for what he
would do next.

Lifting her head she looked up at him and parted her lips.
Bending his head he kissed her. For a moment she was passive in
his arms, uncertain, and then she opened up to him, her tongue
searching out and finding his. This was the moment she had been
waiting for, when she ceased to be a girl and finally, through
experience, became a woman. She floated up and gripped him around
the waist with her thighs, clinging to him in their embrace.

One of the hands gripping her buttocks slipped between her open
legs and parted her sex. She gasped and buried her face in his
neck as he gently brushed her clitoris. He slipped a finger
inside her and it encountered the barrier of her maidenhead. His
firmness also pressed against her thigh.

She had just enough sense left to whisper,

"No, I want to . . . but I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

He kissed her again, more tenderly this time and said,

"Let us go ashore. There are other ways a man and a woman can
pleasure each other. I will show you if you will let me?"

Without speaking she allowed him to take her hand and lead her
ashore. He had her lie on her back on a patch of green grass
under an old olive tree and he sat down beside her. Passively she
let him lick the drops of sea water from her shoulders and
breasts.

"You taste salty."

She shut her eyes as he took her nipple between his lips and
suckled on it. It seemed to tighten at his touch and she felt
another, unfamiliar sensation further down. His fingers brushed
the sensitive skin of her groin and moved lower toward her
burning heat. She parted her thighs to give him access,
whispering only, "Remember . . ."

He opened her up again and this time her sex was slick, ready to
receive him, but he was gentle and respected the barrier at her
entrance. Instead the oiled finger slowly caressed the sensitive
hooded bud of flesh above, with a rhymic motion that never quite
crossed over from pleasure to pain but kept her on the cusp of
crying out. She wondered in a distant part of her mind how many
women or girls he had been with, despite being so young. His
touch seemed to her knowledgable and experienced. Then she no
longer cared, as the pleasure intensified and began to ripple
through her limbs causing her to shake helplessly in his arms,
gasping out her pleasure with small, suppressed cries.

Afterwards she lay limp and satisfied beside him with a half
smile on her lips.

"That was . . . amazing!"

"I glad you enjoyed it My Lady."

Responding to his playful manner she replied,

"And how should I repay you kind Sir?"

She sat up beside him and indicated that he should take her place
on the carpet of green grass.

"Close your eyes."

She looked down at his sex and reached out tentatively to touch
it. To her surprise it jumped slightly as she did so. The skin
felt smooth and silky as she ran her fingers along its length.
Pulling back the foreskin over the tight mantle she examined the
burnished head and moving closer reached out her tongue to kiss
the tip.

Glancing up the length of his body she saw him looking down at
her with rapt attention. Flashing him a smile she leant in and
took him inside her mouth. He tasted of the sea. She lacked
experience but was able to gauge what he found pleasurable from
the sounds he made and the small thrusts of his hips in response.

After a few minutes he placed his hand on her head indicating
that she should stop.

"If you carry on like that I will spend in your mouth and I have
a better idea."

"What is that?"

"Do you trust me? When I say that you will not get pregnant."

She nodded, unsure where this was leading but unwilling to stop.

He made her kneel on the grass with her back to him just as she
had seen bitches in heat waiting to be mounted by dogs. Again she
wondered briefly if he would force himself on her after all and
break her hymen. Her alarm grew as she felt him kneel close
behind and part the lips of her sex, but she soon realised that
what he sought was the oil she had produced and, with this, he
lubricated the tighter passage above where she was also a virgin.

His finger forced its way inside her and she stirred beneath him,
not quite complaining.

"I promise I will be gentle but you are still tight and I need to
ease the way."

Reaching out he took the flask of olive oil he had brought with
the food and poured some down into the crease of her buttocks.
She felt the coolness slowly descend and, with its help, the
finger was able to find an easier entrance. It withdrew and, as
he pulled apart the cheeks of her bottom, was replaced by
something larger. She had not expected this to happen but felt
strangely submissive to him, as if it was the most natural thing
in the world for him to have his way with her in any way that he
chose.

Despite his care it hurt as he forced her open and he paused when
she cried out. With the tip now firmly lodged inside her he
waited for the pain to subside.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Yes, but please go slowly. This is my first time."

With small thrusts of his hips he penetrated her more intimately,
sometimes withdrawing a little to aid the next, deeper, thrust.
She felt as if she were full and in danger of being split open
but, the more completely she was possessed by him, the less she
felt any pain. Indeed she found herself beginning to respond with
her own small thrusts as he became firmly sheafed within her.

He reached down with both hands and grasped her hanging breasts,
pinching the nipples roughly. Then going lower, he parted her
neglected sex, dipping inside her as he began to thrust more
vigourously taking his own pleasure. They came almost together as
she felt his seed fill her bowels.

He had taken her after all, and she had proved to be a willing
victim, but true to his word there was no danger that she would
get pregnant.

Afterwards they went back into the sea to clean each other and
there was further opportunity for amorous intimacies. They then
allowed the sun to dry the water off their skin and sitting naked
on the beach ate the food he had brought with them. By now the
sun was lower in the sky and it was approaching the time to
return to the fortress. They both put their clothes back on and
Anna was conscious of the layer of salt that encrusted her skin
beneath. She would need to take a bath this evening she thought.

Both were quiet as he rowed her back, reflecting on what had
taken place between them. As he took hold of her hand to help her
out of the boat their eyes met and she felt herself blush. She
would not take back one moment but wondered how she would be able
to look him in the face during the next day or those to follow
after the liberties she had allowed him to take with her body.
Was she now a wanton? Was she in love with him? Truly, she was
not sure herself but she knew that she liked him and would
happily spend more time with him if they could find the
opportunity. The prospect of ever being alone with so many
refugees and soldiers on the island, however, made the memory of
the time they had just spent together seem like a fleeting dream
that on waking quickly becomes unreal in the memory.
