[Pedro the Fisherman]

I won't go into everything that occurred on that warm and sunny evening, almost four years ago now. We strolled around town, had a drink outside in the garden of a pub and I showed her the sights of the town I was born and grew up in. At about 8pm, I did my impression of a guy who can cook and we polished off a bottle and a half of wine, whilst I educated her on my favourite music. Conversation flowed more easily than I'd ever expected. We learned more about our earlier lives and a little more about ourselves. She was dyslexic and had flunked at school, one son and a bad relationship was followed by two more kids and an abusive marriage. She had “given up on men" for the past four years, the time she had taken up her new spiritual path. I told her my story in more detail, always stroking whatever bare flesh I could reach.

At about 9.30, just as it was getting dark, she whispered “ take me to bed please, we can do the shower thing another time. I can't fight the urge to have you inside me any longer" I kissed her and led her by the hand into my bedroom. Luckily, I'd bought a double bed but as I'd only been here a few months, I'd never had the pleasure of sharing with anyone before. I stopped just in front of the door and asked her to raise her arms. She obliged instantly and I pulled her shirt over her head, a slight struggle and off came jeans and underwear too. Standing in nothing but a colourful necklace, she looked beautiful. The tattoos seemingly smaller in my head. “give me a second" she whispered and closed the bathroom door behind her. I quickly stripped and lay on the bed, my penis already fully erect and raring to go. She came out after a minute, now smelling of flowers or something similar. She slid down and lay under my arm, beside me. Her hand reached forward to gently finger my erection. My other arm could just reach her and I slid my fingers down towards her pussy. I couldn't quite reach, so I changed position slightly to reach further down. She interpreted this as me wanting to lie on her, so wriggled slightly to allow me.

Her legs parted and without any chances of ‘polite' foreplay I'd intended she moved herself directly under me ‘fuck me now please...but be careful I'm not very big down there" Before I'd had time to think about this, two small hands were directing my cock into position. I felt a very warm wet sensation touch the tip of it. I gently pushed forward and was rewarded with what I can only start to describe here. My penis felt as if it was slipping into a tight warm slippery bath of honey...does that make any sense? As I slowly moved, my cock felt like it was being massaged by someone wearing a warm wet glove, covered in slippery soapy lather. This was incredible, like no woman I'd experienced since my two conquests of virgins, thirty plus years earlier. The witch matches my gently thrusts, moaning quietly. I kiss her hard, my tongue darting around her hungry little mouth. She matches that and starts making short sharp hip spasms at the same time. A new little noise comes from the back of her throat, I let her breathe and hesitate my movements “oh, don't stop" she pleaded. Another two or three gentle strokes and her back arches off the bed, she gasps “oh jesus" the warm wet glove tightens around my cock, seemingly getting even wetter and warmer still. I push harder, now feeling my own orgasm being not far off already. As my mind decides to hold off coming more than once, to prolong our lovemaking, her body starts the little spasms again, as her back arches again, her throat now almost making a rasping noise, a wave of pleasure washes over me, without a seconds warning. I feel the even hotter shoot of sperm being shot the length of my cock and straight into the witch at a pressure I'd not expected. She spasms yet again, her fingers digging hard into my arms, almost drawing blood in the process.

For several minutes we lie interlocking, me holding her tight but also allowing her to breath comfortably. I anoint her face and head with HAI style butterfly kisses. She is now sobbing quietly, sniffing as her nose starts to run. “ tissue?” I say. “no, don't move" she instantly replies, “I want you inside me, don’t move off". I wipe her tears with my finger, even wiping the dribble now escaping her nose. She sobs and giggles at the same time, over this. I put my mouth over her nose and gently kiss it, tasting the salt of her tears. My cock now starts to slip back out of her, now deflated and no doubt very well lubricated.

Before I have a chance to move again, she gently rocks her hips, slowly at first, then with more gentle force. Down below, having not totally slipped out, my penis starts to stir. I replicate her movements and within a few seconds, I'm hard again! Remember, when this took place, I was 56 and the witch, 49. Whatever ‘magic’ there was between us was incredible, I'd not been able to ‘double up' and continue after coming ever before. Even when young, it would take a cigarette (those were the days) and a chat before resuming sex. Now we were back to where we were, only minutes before.

She wiggles again, hinting that she needs to move. With a deft move, we swap places and she is on top! This seems to give me more control over myself and it gives me a great view of the witch, breasts now fully within reach! Now, when she orgasms, she nearly bends over backwards. Her long straight hair cascades over my knees. ‘how the hell does she bend like that?’ I think. Our coupling gets faster and faster, by holding her bottom in my hands, I can lift her up a little, allowing me to slide the full length of my cock in and out of her.

We come together, both letting ourselves scream out in exquisite agony. She falls forward, hair covering my head and face. She moves her head up and I see her round little face. This time she is not sobbing, she is grinning wider than I've ever seen anyone grin. Her face and lower neck are bright salmon pink, her eyes at the same time sapphire and an almost unworldly pink. “you alright mister?" she asks, in a breathless little girl voice. For a second I'm speechless, then a voice I don't recognise at first says “I think I'm in love with you" it takes me a second to realise...the voice was mine.

She brings her head back down and putting her lips to ear, she whispered “I fell in love with you last week, mister" and she kisses me gently on my face. As she moves slightly, my cock slips out of her. “ oh dear" she says “ guess the old boy needs a little snooze now" I wonder if she is talking about me or my dick!