The Horny Widow

I met Yiota on the ferry line returning from my island to Piraeus after the Easter holidays. The boat was full and looking for a seat I noticed there was an empty one next to a lady, though her jacket was resting on it.

I asked her if the seat was free and she said yes, gathering her jacket. (Later she would tell me she had decided to keep the seat but changed her mind when she saw me.) On a 3-hour journey one has time to strike up a conversation with a fellow traveler... especially since the lady was around 40, well-preserved with an attractive body and her eyes showed interest in me. So I learned she was a widow and had two children. Later she told me about the escapades of her late husband who cheated on her systematically but died of a heart attack and left her a widow at 36 to struggle for survival.

She had just returned from Tinos where she had fulfilled a vow to the Virgin Mary, asking her to send a good man into her life. I thought to myself: "Could it be the Virgin Mary's will that I console this widow?" In short, at some point I asked her to give me her phone number so we could talk again sometime. And so it happened and after about 10 days we arranged to go on a day trip to a beach in Attica. Experienced by now in such cases, I parked the car in an isolated spot by the sea. I turned off the engine and put my arm around Yiota's neck.

She was trembling all over from my touch and didn't stop even when I kissed her voraciously on the mouth. (Later she told me her arousal was so intense that she came at the moment I was kissing her, squeezing her thighs.) She was so horny and as a widow she had accumulated a great desire, untouched for 5-6 years. After we had fooled around enough, the path was clear for me: I knew that whenever I found a suitable moment Yiota would open her legs for me. But it was midday. We went for coffee first. The whole time we sat at the café, Yiota had her head on my shoulder and was enjoying the unfamiliar-for-her embrace of a man who desired her as much as she did him. Afterwards we went to eat at a grill house. Knowing the area, I knew there was a quite isolated and warm hotel where we could have a good time. So as not to preempt her and have her refuse, I suggested we just go to rest for the afternoon. She didn't put up much resistance and so soon we were there, lying on a double bed at our ease. I took her tenderly in my arms and kissed her warmly. That same trembling and shyness of a widow who hadn't touched a man in a while. At first she told me not to go further. I didn't answer but gave her time to get used to me while I aroused her with my bold caresses. I told her to take off her clothes so I wouldn't wrinkle them.

She took off her blouse and trousers and was left in her underwear. A black bra and lace panties that made an erotic contrast with her snow-white, smooth skin. She had small but firm breasts and her hips were a bit more developed from childbirth. I undressed too and was left in my briefs. From this moment it was impossible to resist the erotic atmosphere that had been created between us. I understood Yiota's agitation but I asked her to trust me, telling her I would never do anything to her that she herself didn't want. You understand now that a widow wouldn't resist for long. And so it happened.

Slowly I freed her breasts and began to suckle her small nipples. Every 2-3 minutes I felt Yiota tremble intensely, sighing deeply while squeezing her thighs very tightly (later I learned this was her way of coming) From her nipples I descended down her belly and reached the dark bush that covered her pussy. She pushed my head away forcefully saying she couldn't take it. There's a difference between not being able to take it and not wanting it, and I knew it. I expertly explored her pussy, sliding into her wet slit until I reached her clitoris. I took it all in my mouth and licked with skill.

Yiota came like a fountain and thrashed about trying to free herself from my mouth. We had reached the edge of the bed. I understood that she also wanted my cock, which until then she had only fondled with her hands. I turned to a 69 position. Yiota had a mouth of fire as fire burned her all over. Such lust and thirst for fucking I have rarely known in my life. She skillfully licked my cock while I continued to make her come with my tongue.

When I felt my cock hard and ready for fucking I turned and took her in the usual position. Needless to say she went crazy when she felt me filling her pussy. She came immediately, trembling again. She herself whispered softly. "I can't believe it. My God, how much I needed this. Thank you my sweet. You are wonderful. I want you. Give it all to me. My lust." Her pussy was on fire. I tell you, I who have fucked so many women, that such lust you rarely encounter. She had told me on the phone the previous week that she was born under the sign of 'Pisces' and that this meant she was very horny and passionate.

Proof: My cock was trapped in a tight and burning space that would arouse even the weakest to an erection. While I was kissing my Yiota on the mouth or licking her little tits, she came again and again. At some point when she realized I was also ready to come she told me to come inside her because she didn't have a fertility problem. She had had some procedure that left her sterile. For me, it's my favorite to come inside the pussy when my own partner is reaching her final orgasm.

In one bursting orgasm of Yiota's pussy, my cock shot all the semen that had gathered in my balls deep into her womb. Yiota contracted powerfully and squeezed me onto her, scratching my back with her nails. It was the pinnacle of pleasure for a widow whose feminine nature was being revived.

She held me like that for a long time in her embrace. I asked her if she regretted surrendering so quickly. She protested that she wanted it very much and was grateful for it. When I asked her how many times she had come she told me she had lost count and it must have been over 15. I understood that a pleasant chapter was opening for me with a thirsty and horny widow who would be the joy of my cock.

After we rested for an hour and I had fallen asleep, I woke up with the caress of her hands on my limp cock. Her skill quickly revived it. She bent down and took it in her mouth. Needless to tell you that her mouth was as hot as her pussy. In no time my cock had become a rocket again. So I asked her to sit on it and I remained lying down. As Yiota was quite petite, my cock easily reached the depths of her pussy and touched her womb.

Yiota started to cum again. I watched her belly contract and her lips tighten into grimaces of pain that were actually signs of pleasure. In love, these two things become one. After she had already cum two or three times, I asked her to get on all fours. I took her from behind and had the chance to admire the perfect omega shape formed by her ass cheeks. After two more orgasms, she lay down normally again and I entered her fully once more, this time controlling my own lust because I wanted Yiota to remember me and desire me. Her lust was so great that the number of her orgasms must have surpassed the previous ones.

She begged me to cum inside her to quench the thirst and lust of her pussy, deprived of cock for so many years. We came together again. After holding her tenderly in my arms, I told her she was a unique woman and it was a shame she had let so much time pass without enjoying the pleasure of love... It's unnecessary to tell you her explanations. But I knew she wouldn't forget me. We met more than 10 times after that. Once we stayed together all night.

In those 12 hours, I fucked her 5 times and we came countless other times. She was the only woman whose skill at sucking cock and her own lust allowed me to fuck her 3 times in two hours (don't forget I'm 55 years old!).

Unfortunately, Yiota was very sensitive and fell ill easily, so she didn't have me constantly by her side. She perhaps wanted to settle into a permanent relationship, which I couldn't guarantee her.

I chose to distance myself. But I will never forget such a hot pussy. Never ignore the need of a widow and hurry to satisfy her, without forgetting that you are performing a commendable deed.