I really want it in the butt...

Anna Vladimirovna was a serious woman, the head of the sales department at a serious company. Moreover, her husband was a deputy in the district Administration, and formerly the head of a company in the oil business. A wealthy family by European standards, a three-story cottage, and staff—a housekeeper, a cleaner, and a nanny for their two children.

Anna, even in appearance, though well over forty, looked striking. Slender, with a high, full bust, long wavy chestnut hair, always dressed strictly in a suit that hugged her figure. She herself was not rude, but thoughtful, intelligent. With a charming smile and a kind gaze. As a boss, she kept her subordinates

firmly in hand and did not tolerate irresponsibility, unpunctuality, or sloppiness. She wasn't rude, but she was tough—Yes!

She and her husband were a good pair, supporting each other, caring and attentive; from the outside, an ideal, loving family.

Everything was calm and wonderful, if not for one "but" that sometimes came to her mind and tormented her since her school days. In the eleventh grade, when she fell in love with her physical education teacher. At first, she suffered and hid it, but she didn't have the strength to keep it inside constantly. She lost sleep, her grades slipped from being a top student, and she fell into depression. And love, her first love, completely surrounded her heart and gave her no peace.

And Anna, one day after school, stayed behind and decided to confess.

— Whatever happens, he won't kill me," these thoughts swirled in her head—"what if he feels the same way? What a pity that I'm still studying and still young, although in three months I'll be 18 and can marry him."—With all these thoughts, she came to his office and laid it all out, not raising her head, not looking at him. Ashamed, but she couldn't hold back anymore. She confessed everything. And about her thoughts of the future…

To her surprise, Vladimir Mikhailovich sat down next to her, hugged her, and quietly whispered in her ear:

— Anechka, my dear girl, I'm very flattered, but… You're still too young. And most importantly, you're my student."—And he fell silent. They stood there hugging, and Anya cried and again talked about how she thinks day and night, all her thoughts are only of him, and how she can live now.

They talked openly for another hour. He admitted that he had been watching her for a long time and liked her very much, but… that she was his student, and most importantly, she wasn't 18 yet, that it was punishable by law and threatened big problems for both of them. So they talked openly, confessed, and verbally comforted each other, deciding that she would still drop by his office, but they wouldn't show anything… She would never tell anyone, not even her girlfriends, about their relationship and desires.

Fortunately, he was unmarried, and it might have been possible to quietly invite her over, but… They decided to wait a little longer, three months, until she came of age.

So she ran to him during breaks and stayed after school, making up all sorts of excuses for her friends, just so as not to confess. And they talked sweetly, already hugged, and a little later he kissed her, making her head spin with delight, and it was something… One touch and she almost lost consciousness.

And then the day came. She turned 18, her family threw her a party with plenty of guests, including friends and classmates, but Anya's thoughts were entirely with her Vladimir Mikhailovich. That's it, she's an adult and can do what she wants. Especially since there were only two months of school left. And then she could get married.

She quietly slipped away at night when everyone had calmed down and was asleep. She ran to him, threw herself, a little tipsy from champagne, around his neck, and said:

— That's it, Volodya, I'm yours"—and fell into his embrace and continued—"I'm kind of sleepy." He put me on the bed and I immediately fell asleep. He woke me up as early as possible to send me home and said:

— I have a proposal for you, Anechka. Drop by at school as usual… I'll tell you"—and he smiled mysteriously.

All day and night until school, Anya's thoughts gave her no peace—what proposal did he want to make? Not marriage, he himself had talked about it and it couldn't even be considered. And then Monday, school, and the third long break, when they most often met.

— Volodya, hi," Anya whispered to him, even though they were alone. "I'm exhausted. What's the proposal?

And Vladimir started from afar, that they both wanted to have sex, and for her it was the first time, how it was both good and pleasant and how they could be happy, but… They needed to use protection so she wouldn't get pregnant, and if she wanted to still be a girl for now… Until marriage—that's when he prepared his proposal, that it would be better for both, safe in every respect and pleasant, though unusual.

Vladimir, from afar, came to the point that anal sex would be the ideal option for them.

Many women not only love it in the butt, but want it most of all, and most importantly—it's safe. They discussed it the whole break, postponed the decision for after school. And by evening, walking home from school, Anya mentally thought about what they had concluded. That on the weekend she would run to his place and they would try it in the butt and see how they liked it, whether they would continue. And then they would decide firmly…

Anya couldn't wait for the weekend, and all her thoughts were about one thing, the most intimate. In her butt, she tried inserting two fingers every night and even tried a small cucumber. It was kind of painful, but not too much, but the pleasure… She didn't understand…

. On Sunday, he first told her all about this sex. That you need to use lube first… He would lick it and there was lube. That initially, the first time is always painful, that you need to endure, and then we'll try and see how it goes, and he smiled before starting:

— Anya, you won't be able to tear yourself away from the desire once we try."—And he began helping her take off her jeans and panties. She stood with her back to him, leaning her chest on the table. He spread her legs, began stroking her thighs, her butt with his hands, barely touching with his tongue. Then he spread her thighs and pressed against her anus, licking and trying to probe a path deeper. Running along the strip below to her labia.

And he licked for a while, preparing her, and Anya suddenly cried out and came when he licked her clitoris…

Anya was on cloud nine from his tongue, even though he hadn't gotten to the main event yet. She was the happiest in the world.

Then he moved away, took some ointment from the closet, and smeared her anus, its very center. He took out his penis and began smearing it. Seeing a male penis for the first time made Anya's head spin, but he calmed her, told her to take it in her hand and massage it herself, then asked her to kiss it, and after all these procedures, Anya and he were already close. And she turned her back to him again, leaning on the table in anticipation of the unknown. Volodya smeared again, gently stroked with his hand, then ran the head over the anus itself, a little firmer and again lightly, spread her thighs as wide as possible, and with a bit of force pushed the head inside.

— A bit painful, but tolerable," Anya suddenly said. "Come on, I already want it myself."—And suddenly she cried out sharply from a second of pain and something unclear. Volodya pressed against her from behind, and he… was already inside her, completely.

— Hooray, he's mine," Anya hissed through her teeth. "So big and all inside me. It hurts and it's interestingly pleasant. Awesome.

And Vladimir, not roughly, began inserting and withdrawing it from her butt. He took her breasts from above, wrapped both hands around them from both sides, and stronger and stronger and deeper deeper until he pressed against her with his stomach…, suddenly came and collapsed on her with all his weight, and it was pleasant for her. He belonged entirely to her, he was entirely inside her, and somehow it was unclear, but still pleasant. And still painful.

Getting up, they kissed and decided, saying goodbye, that they would do it more often so she would get used to it and the pain would go away. And pleasure would come.

. And they did this at school after classes, locking themselves in his office… and on weekends at his place, and it seemed not a day passed without it. Anya was happy; she suddenly liked it extraordinarily and she couldn't live without it anymore, even in her dreams these thoughts sometimes came, how good and pleasant it was for her.

And so the last months of school flew by, and afterwards Anya left to enter university and somehow it faded on its own, this first love receded into the background. And she calmed down. Then studies began and she was the group leader and a top student. And studies, course after course, went on and on; without getting her diploma, she got married, he was two years older and also a student. They finished. He, she, and work and the first child. Her first high-ranking position, and her husband already a deputy.

And so life flowed correctly and beautifully, and it seemed she had everything and should be satisfied with everything, but…

The further it went, the more Anya was tormented by thoughts and desires:

— How I want it in the butt, God, how I want this"—these thoughts, the further they went, gave her no peace, because she had even suggested it to her husband, even begged him, but he wouldn't hear of it. "It's dirty," he said, "as if we need that, to soil and mess up your beautiful butt." Idiot, if only he knew that I want this and adore it and have been dreaming about it for over 20 years since those school days. No, I'll go crazy with these thoughts.

And Anya suddenly thought:

— Gena, he's one of us and so honest and decent. Why not confess to him and ask… Yes, Gena will even be happy. He followed me around and hinted directly.

And Anya decided, already quite drunk, to confess to him and tell him, and then directly asked, barely moving her tongue:

— Gen, you understand me, what I told you… What I want… I know it will be between us and only. I want it, Gena, I can't take it, how I want it. Make me happy and you'll be happy yourself, I know. You wanted me so much during our studies."—And winking at him, she took his tie and pulled him towards her, whispering in his ear:

— There's a mini-hotel on the second floor here, let's go. Look… In a minute you won't be able to persuade me"—and getting up, she pulled him towards the exit… drunk and barely standing on her feet, she whispered in his ear:

— God, how I want it in my little butt.

. Already in the room, she asked again:

— Gen, I'm so drunk—this is necessary. Please, help me undress and… Gen, only in the butt. Promise?!

— I want it so much, Gen, and lick me… Prepare my beauty for meeting you"—and calming down, she smiled in anticipation of what she had wanted and waited for so long. For over twenty years.

Gennady knelt behind her and greedily began licking Anya's anus, playing with his fingers… inserting deeper… One, a second, and again with his tongue and deeper… Then he suddenly stood up, pulled his penis out of his pants, positioned it at her anus, and holding Anya by the hips with both hands, he entered sharply and began pounding it in with such force and speed that he himself immediately howled and came…

— Don't stop, Gen, continue until I say," Anya said without stopping. "Bliss, God, what pleasure. God, what happiness this is. God… Oh… Now I really don't need anything else in life."—And she came off him, kissed him on the cheek, went limp, and fell on the bed. Gena remained standing with his erect penis from which semen continued to drip… He lay down next to her, barely repeating:

— Anya, you're delightful, how delightful you are. I loved and love you. I could only dream of something like this.

Anya, having recovered a bit, answered:

— Gen, what happened—this is between us and we'll forget about it forever. Agreed?!

— Okay, Anechka, I promise.

And Anna, sobered by the pleasure and pulling herself together, immediately quickly got dressed, kissed Gennady on the cheek once more, and left.

Already walking home calmly through the quiet, warm night park, she thought:

— How I wanted it in my little butt, these thoughts tormented me for so many years. And now, it finally happened and what… Am I calm? Sort of. And did I want it so badly… It's even strange. And nothing special, and now these thoughts are gone. Maybe until the next time… In another twenty years."—And she smiled to herself and continued walking proudly with her majestic gait…