Four Seasons: Spring

Spring is a time of beginnings - after a gradual thaw, the melting of one season into next, comes a bright renewal - the exciting, passionate bloom of love, youth, new life, chances to begin again and all the rituals of re-birth. As the world blooms open again, so does the human longing for re-connection, both emotionally and physically. Come join your favorite eXcessica authors in this sensual, seasonal anthology, bringing you the best of all things sexy in the spring!

(Edited by Selena Kitt, stories by Molly Wens, Giselle Renarde, Amicus, Sabb, Rachelle Le Monnier, Kiki Howell, Sommer Marsden, Vicki Paradise, Jennifer Campbell, Dakota Trace, Marshall Ian Key and Karenna Colcroft)

EXCERPT (From "Spring Fever" by Giselle Renarde):

Connorreleased a lever and the seat sloped into the trunk. So this is why people buy hatchbacks... "You want to...?" His voice was neither deeply masculine nor liltingly feminine. It was just Connor.

"So badly..." I told him, turning his skirt until the zipper at the side faced the front. Pressing a bewildered Connor down into the slanted seat, I unzipped. He took off his glasses. "Oh my God, Connor, you have the most beautiful eyes. You have no idea."

Under the silk hose, he wore these old school panties like frilly boy shorts. Luckily the zipper on his tweed skirt was long enough that I could pull down his silky drawers and pull out his elusive cock. It jerked forward in my hand. As I slipped on the condom, his pink-nailed fingers strayed under the cover of my thong. They slid slowly against my pussy lips until I lunged at Connor's mouth, sucking the breath from his lungs. "God, you're a good kisser, Connor."

He might have returned the compliment, had I let him up for air. I climbed on top of Connor dressed as a woman and eased him into my wet cunt. This was beyond my wildest fantasies, beyond anything I could have dreamed up. Kissing his mouth as I thrust my clit against his pelvis, I floated atop the pillowy paunch and big boobs concealed by a pink sweater. Grasping my ass, he massaged that yielding flesh in circular motions. I found the lever and pulled the seat upright, or nearly so. Wrapping my little bunny legs around his core, I moved on him slower and slower until I could feel every inch of his hard cock against every cell of my cunt. Arms around his neck, I lifted my body and descended, lifted and dropped.

We stopped kissing. He looked down at me and I up at him, our magnetic noses touching. His face was bright pink under the foundation and his eyes sparkled blue. I was breathing so hard my lungs seemed to take up half my body while Connor's cock took up the other half. "I haven't been this happy since...I don't know," I wheezed, unable to break away from his penetrating gaze. "You make me so, so, so happy, Connor."

The more I focused on my breath, the more rooted I became in the idea of Connor as the mighty oak in the sky that was me. He was yielding and powerful. I kissed him again, madly, pulling him into me, against me, everywhere at once. His hands were on my back, on my ass, squeezing, pressing as his tongue fought wildly against mine. My whole body quaked as my cunt latched onto the stake driving through it. It was Connor. Everything was Connor. My core leapt and locked and I fastened myself to him like an insane koala bear as he whined and yelped and threw his head over my shoulder.

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