Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968 - Sex Stories

Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968

... and then to my ankles and speared her face with my penis.

She sucked and licked me just enough to bring me to maximum hardness, and then she stood and led me to the bed. Sliding out of her robe, she lay back on the bedspread, opening her legs and her sweet wet cunt to my view. I knelt between her thighs and leaned down to lick first each nipple and then her open lips. My cock was knocking at the door of her pussy, splatting quietly against her wet cunt lips.

“Not yet,” she said, grinning wickedly. “I want to play first.” She grasped my cock and moved it firmly to her asshole, adjusting her pelvis just enough to let my cockhead press confidently against her tight, tiny opening. “Fuck me, Rick,” she whispered. “Fuck me in the ass. I’ve never done it before, and I bet you haven’t either.”

“Are you sure?” My rod was almost painfully hard. “Won’t it hurt you?”

“I don’t care. It’s my gift to you, and yours to me.”

“But—”

“Do it.” She pressed her asshole against the head of my organ; I couldn’t imagine what It would feel like to slide into that puckered little orifice, but I was about to find out. Gently but firmly, I pushed myself against her rear entry, lubricating it with my precum, and soon I could slide in slowly but powerfully. “Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she grunted, obviously somewhere between pain and ecstasy. “Oh, god, that’s—oh, fuck—fuck me—fuck my—my asshole!”

“Happy graduation, Annabelle.” I forced myself all the way in and then just stayed there, ...

... letting her rectum stretch and settle around my pulsating penis. “Oh, sweetheart, that feels so good—I could come right now.”

“But don’t, Rick—just rest, let me—fuck—let me get used to you—Jesus—it hurts so good!”

I knew it must hurt, couldn’t imagine how it could feel good, but I was certainly enjoying my end of the experience. I relaxed, as she suggested, as her warm inner body stretched to enclose and surround my rigid sex. Her tears made me wonder if I should withdraw completely, but her smiles invited me to stay and continue the job she had assigned me.

“You should know,” I gasped, “that I don’t know how to make this good for you.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she said, reaching down and fondling her wet vagina herself. “You make it good for you.” She flicked her engorged clit. “It’ll be fun.”

And it was. Her ass was so tight, tighter than her pussy had ever been, and it was wonderful to watch her work toward her own orgasm as I worked toward mine. She lay before me, legs wide open, anus impaled on my cock, one hand playing with her pussy and the other moving between her nipples and mine. It took some effort to move myself in and out of her asshole fast enough to cause my excitement to grow, but the combination of the slick friction of her rectum and the lewd display of self-pleasure she gave me soon had me pumping what felt like thick wads of semen deep into her bowels. As I helplessly moaned out my pleasure, she came as well, treating my spasming cock to her own ...