Dog park - Sex Stories

Dog park

... rather than fuck her pussy. No issues with pregnancy was certainly a plus, but I think my main motivation was the perversity of it. The thought of her losing her anal virginity first, of not knowing what conventional, sex is like was titillating.

“I have another game for you.” She was lying folded on the sofa below me. Her legs leaning on my shoulders and myself leaning over her, my dick poised at the entrance to her rectum. “On the count of three, I am going to fuck the shit out of you. If you want to cum, you'd have to masturbate yourself and get there before I do.”

I did not give her much time to consider. “One, two, three.” I plunged my pole into her dark hole. All the way, in one long, delightful stroke. I paused for a second, savoring the sensation and the play of emotions on her face before I retreated and started to fuck her vigorously. Although I'm sure she expected my anal penetration, at first, she was nearly paralyzed with shock, trying to understand this new “game”, trying to get her colon to accommodate my raging cock. But after a few more strokes, she seemed to settle a little and then started to frig her clit, slowly at first, but soon her fingers were strumming wildly over her cunt, matching the frenetic motions of my body against her ass. Her moans and grunts combined with the slaps of my hips against her ass to ...

... a very sexy soundtrack.

We finished at the same time, would you believe it. I buried myself to the hilt one last time, releasing my sperm deep inside her bowels, and at just that time, her hand stopped and cupped her mound and her body tensed, as if trying to lift me. She was looking into my eyes and her mouth opened in a silent scream before she collapsed and I followed, laying over her and crushing her below me.

We showered together again this time. I was amused to see that she could still be embarrassed. I suppose that crouching down in the shower trying to clean the remains of lube and sperm your distended rectum is indeed quite embarrassing, but she soldiered on, practicality winning over shame.

“I am going away. To college,” she said one evening as we were sitting on the bench in the dog park, idly watching our dogs sniffing around.

I wonder. I wonder how little we knew each other. Our bodies knew each other so intimately, but through it all we talked so little; certainly on any subject not pertaining to sex.

I wonder how she will be there, in this new world of hers. Will she be more confident now? More knowledgeable about her sexuality? Or perhaps she will regard this as a shameful episode that she must hide? Or maybe the next guy to get her naked will simply think that she has very weird sexual tastes?

I wonder.