Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968 - Sex Stories

Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968

... orgasmic pulsations and treating my eyes to the sight of her exposed firecrotch spurting rhythmically as she grunted and clutched her little breasts. Her body flushed red from neck to crotch as she continued to emit almost inhuman sounds of pleasure.

My own orgasm over, I enjoyed watching her twitch and quiver as hers died down. I slowly drew my mansword out of its obscene little sheath. It was followed by a dollop of creamy white semen which merged with the greyish grool oozing from her sweet orange cunt. I collapsed beside her on the bed and leaned over to kiss her neck and face and mouth as she came down from her cum-induced high.

When Annabelle finally spoke, it was with both lust and practicality: “We need a shower.”

The motel bathroom was pretty basic, with little pressure and an inadequate supply of hot water. But it was wonderful to be standing in its tepid stream with the naked Annabelle, watching the water flow in rivulets shaped by her sweet little body. Water dripped from her hard nipples and from the hair of her orange pussy, and my penis responded, as always, with an eager hardness.

She took a bar of cheap motel soap and began to soap herself up, then thought better of it. She handed the soap to me. “Get me clean,” she said, and then she pressed herself against me and began to take her own soapy hands and rub my nipples and my balls and my penis and my ass. I followed suit, enjoying the slickness of her breasts as I cleaned and caressed them, ...

... kissing her open mouth with mine and moving my hands down to the sweet alluring juncture of her thighs, where her wet cunt pressed back at me, her little clit swelling and slipping through my fingers as she moaned softly. I soaped up my hands and reached behind her to her little rear, but when I slipped a soapy finger into her anus she gasped with pain. “Not there,” she said. “Not yet.” She did begin to finger my asshole, and I did not mind a bit. She got me nice and clean front and back and then knelt to take my hardening cock into her mouth, then moving down to my balls, then back to my buttocks. Unable to get her tongue just where she wanted it, she moved behind me and, pulling my ass cheeks apart, she thrust her tongue as far as she could into my anus, flicking in and out and all around as she reached around to fondle cock and balls. I was too spent to come again, and so was she; we cuddled under the water for a few minutes, dried each other off, and fell naked into the polyester sheets of the bed. Sleep was almost instant; my last thought was one of gratitude for this unpredictable little elf who was exploring sexual pleasure with me.

Early in the morning we went out for breakfast; Annabelle knew a place where some of her graduating friends were planning to meet. We were the last to arrive, and we found her friends in a large booth near the back. Some of the kids were making out pretty heavily; one couple was trying unsuccessfully to hide the fact that the boy’s penis was ...