Oh How I Love April Showers - Sex Stories

Oh How I Love April Showers

... it actually was threatening to poke out of the bottom of my shorts. Thankfully it was also trying to stick out so instead of visible cock, there was only a shaking tent. The noise from the hail was deafening, there were going to be some badly damaged cars out there. God it was loud! I felt like my brain couldn’t think for the noise. But some things are instinctual. The rounded calves, the curved thighs, the plumb ass, the toned back, the long neck all in a short frame that was both trim, and thick. Her hips jutted out to start her ass in the most perfect edge I have seen on a body. I walked to her, my cock throbbing, matching the heartbeat in my ears. This fucking girl was literally built for sex. It would be a crime if she didn’t fuck nightly for most of her life, this body shouldn’t be wasted for a moment. But despite her doe eyed look to me, coquettish and coy, I knew I had to pull her shorts up, march her out of here and get the fuck home. I walked to her and was starting to crouch down to grab her shorts. My hand grazed her ass as it went by, and I think it was on accident. God damn! It was as amazing as it looked, even just to the backs of a pair of fingers. She was taught, almost hard, but the hint of suppleness that made females so desirable when they are young. I let my hand turn and cup her ass cheek. I will never use the word fabulous for anything else ever again. I let out a long sigh, inaudible in the noise. I looked down at the butt, and felt my mouth salivate. ...

... I swallowed my spit, and my boundaries. This little cunt was one in a million and she fucking wanted it. No matter how stupid it was, I was gonna take the fucking bait. I hadn’t felt a tight pussy since my wife was in high school. I yanked my shorts of, my cock shooting upwards, the head grazing her ass as it shot upward and swaying after reaching alert status. “Oooooooooouuuuu!” Yelped April, turning her head as much as she could to look behind her. I looked down to her and met her eyes. She blinked once, slowly and deliberately, her hand toying with her hair, pulled forward over her shoulder. This bitch wanted it. What the hell happened to the bashful girl she was every other moment I had known her? Didn’t really matter, what mattered was getting inside of her and getting carnal knowledge of her brilliant form. I massaged my manhood twice as I lined it up to her and propped the head just between her lips. I felt her body press back to me, my cockhead just into her, and I took a deep breath, assuming this was the greatest moment of my life. I was going to fuck a legitimate 10, and maybe the first one? I was cured of that delusion quickly as I held her hips firm and pushed . . . My tip slid right in. No hymen in the way so I wasn’t the first. I meant to push until I hit resistance and would let her adjust before I let loose a torrent of thrusts. But I never got the firm resistance. Just a slower acceptance. I kept pushing slowly and pulling slightly and I kept going in. Her ...