Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968 - Sex Stories

Seasons of Sex 3: Spring, 1968

... slowly licked her from mouth to nipples. The air was filled with her scent, and my erection was almost painful, confined as it was in my pants.

The powerful rhythms of “Twentieth Century Fox” brought a change in my mood, and I took my mouth away from her body and simply concentrated on what I was doing with my fingers. She was so wet, and so frustrated. Her little pelvis was jerking and gyrating, trying to take control. She even grabbed my wrist once, but I was stronger and held her two hands at bay with my one hand. It was a joy to watch her struggle, her tiny little tits jiggling, her tight little nipples hard and distended, her throbbing little clit slipping and sliding between my fingers.

“Alabama Song” was another slow number. “Show me the way to the next whiskey bar.” I pulled my finger out of her vagina, spread her legs wide apart, and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered my mouth to her oozing cuntlips. “Show me the way to the next little girl.” I licked her slowly, savoring each drop of her salty juices, allowing my nose and chin to become soaked. I even moved my tongue down to her puckered little anus and licked around it, and then went back up her stomach to her nipples, inserting my fingers back into her flowing pussy.

And when “Light My Fire” started, I knew it was the last song on the first side of the record, and I had to finish her. And me.

I took my face away from her crotch, admiring the amount of slimy juice that stretched from her pussy to my mouth ...

... and chin. I slid three fingers into her tight but slippery cunt and moved them in time with the music: “You KNOW that it would BE unTRUE / you KNOW that I would BE a Liar / IF I was to SAY to YOU / GIRL we couldn’t GET much HIGHer.”

Annabelle was in another world, grinding and gyrating on the table, clothed only in her high heels, which she ground into the carpet. Her thighs were spread wide in welcome, and she began to moan as her cunt began to pulsate.

I reluctantly pulled my hands away from her—much to her obvious displeasure—just long enough to pull my pants down and free my raging cock. I put it into her without further notice and it slid easily all the way as she moaned in pleasure.

Holding her writhing body by the waist, I pummeled her pussy with thrust after thrust, increasing my speed until I could almost imagine myself as the piston of an engine, increasing my rpms to an amazing speed. I mouthed her nipples, her neck, her ears, and finally her mouth, which latched onto my mouth with a tongue-induced suction that let me know this was where she wanted me: my cock jackhammering her cunt, my mouth united with hers in a wet, sloppy tongue duel. She came, her screaming muffled by my mouth, her pussy clutching my penis, my hips continuing to fuck myself in and out of her, not giving up, as she came again—and again—and again—and yet again, her naked body red and splotchy,, her tiny nipples hard and distended, her pulsating pussy wet and spurting, her arms and legs ...