The First Ass Fuck For Her And Me

When I was 24 years old, I had dreamed for years of finally being able to shove my hard cock up a woman’s ass, but that dream had never come true. The girls I had sex with never thought of anal sex on their own and I was too shy to suggest an ass fuck. But then my dream finally came true. I remember it exactly, it was the 7th.

August four years ago.

Anette and I had been together for a while at that point. We usually met in my student flat, which I had to myself, because she lived with another girl and said we didn’t have enough peace and quiet in her apartment to get intimate with each other. I couldn’t judge that because she had never shown me her apartment or her flatmate. But then her friend went on vacation for two weeks and I finally got to see Anette in her surroundings.

On the very first evening – it was that deliberate August 7th – I dropped by her place and was amazed. It was an absolutely fantastic apartment in an old villa that Anette lived in with her friend, huge, extremely bright and blessed with a terrace. I myself had missed not even having a balcony, especially in this hot summer, so that I could have sunbathed or simply enjoyed the warmth and fresh air.

I really resented the fact that she had never let me come here before; her friend’s presence wouldn’t have bothered me that much! Of course, I immediately suggested that we go to the terrace. She agreed. There were also two deckchairs there; hers and her friend’s. Unfortunately, it wasn’t warm enough in the evening for real swimwear or for us to lie naked on the sun loungers, but we still didn’t have much on.

Anette was wearing really tight jeans shorts that only covered her pussy by a hand’s breadth and a top that left her stomach exposed, and I was wearing slightly longer elasticated shorts and a white T-shirt. We brought ourselves something to drink and enjoyed the warm summer evening.

It wasn’t long before Anette reached out – and immediately sank her hand into my shorts. She’s pretty direct about it; when she wants sex, you can feel it. After she had stroked my cock for a while, it quickly became hard, although I was actually far too lazy after a hard day’s work and certainly hadn’t initiated sex that quickly on my own.

But of course I couldn’t resist such an invitation. I climbed down from my deckchair, took the cushion off it and spread it out on the stone floor next to Anette’s deckchair. Then I knelt down on it. I looked at her round, big tits, which were beautiful to see in the skimpy top.

A few strokes and her nipples were already hard and protruding through the thin fabric. Now I pushed her top up further, stroked her bare breasts, put my mouth around both nipples one after the other and sucked on them. She moaned softly, took my hand and guided it between her legs. I gently rubbed up and down her crotch.

She closed her thighs tightly around my hand on her shorts and rolled her hips to the side, to the right and back again. She seemed to be pretty horny already because she was moaning louder and louder. I fiddled with her shorts. I got them open easily, but it wasn’t that easy to get them off.

Anette had to help me by lifting her ass a little so that I could pull her down and undress her. Her panties came with her, which I found quite practical. She immediately spread her thighs wide apart and I buried my hand between her pubic hair, in her warm, wet pussy. After stroking her for a while, I felt like more.

I pulled her down from her deckchair, spread out her pad on the ground and had created a real love bed for us on the stone floor of the terrace from the cushions of the deckchairs. She raised her arms, spread her legs and I quickly slipped out of my shorts and swung myself over her. She was so wet that my cock slid effortlessly into her as far as it would go. I fucked her for a while, but somehow I was horny, and she was even hornier, but I didn’t really want to get in the mood to finish a fuck like that.

We had known each other long enough at this point that fucking was no longer anything excitingly new. It had almost become a bit routine, and especially in my actually sluggish and exhausted mood that evening, it took a very special stimulus to not only awaken my arousal, but also my greed to reach orgasm.

Anette seemed to sense that things weren’t going to go well like this. She stopped me with her hands in front of my chest. “Shall we swap and I’ll ride you a bit?” she asked, her voice hoarse with lust.

She was clearly far more in the mood for sex than I was. I nodded. Yes, I would like that better, the riding position. At least it wasn’t just a run-of-the-mill fuck.

Besides, why should the men always have to do all the work when they’re fucking? Let the women make an effort too! I climbed off Anette, she scrambled up and then I lay on my back on the cushions of the deckchairs and she sat on me and on my cock. She didn’t slow down at all, but really got going with the riding. Her heavy tits bounced up and down so that I felt compelled to support them a little with my hands so that they didn’t get too much momentum. Only after a while did Anette realize that she could tease her pussy much better if she didn’t just go up and down on me very quickly, but if she pressed her pelvis all the way against mine and let it circle slowly.