The turning of the season can mean a new start. But seasons themselves can also be ruts you get yourself stuck in. At least, that was my experience. The winter had been dismal. But it had nothing to do with the weather, since it doesn’t even get snowy where I live. My rut had been a lack of pussy. Well, that wasn’t quite true, and maybe I shouldn’t put it in terms that crude. I had gone to bed with several different women that winter, and the sex had been… OK.

Truthfully, though, there had been no real spark. My excitement never got above a certain level. Oh, I could get it up and stroke away inside a woman, and more often than not make her come before I had my own spurting climax. What was lacking was that peculiar energy and fire — moments that’d burn themselves into my memory for all time.

I couldn’t remember a single significant detail of any of those winter romps. To be utterly fair, I seriously doubted any of them had any colorful memories of me, either. The weather outside was mild enough, but old Jack Frost had moved into my bedroom and cast a nasty chill.

On the last day of winter, I was sprawled alone on my bed. I’d come home from work, feeling beat. I drank half a beer, then stripped and laid staring at my bedroom ceiling. I told myself seasons didn’t actually have any character. Winter had no more innate personality than did summer. I was screwing with my own head.

Even so, I couldn’t wait for the following day. The arrival of spring. I let myself look forward to it and mentally indulged in the possibilities. Spring, no matter what my rational side thought, could be a clean slate. I could build some new happy memories.

Toward that end, I found myself conjuring up one of my most cherished remembrances. Sharon. Oh fuck yeah, Sharon.

At that first brush of memory, my dick stirred. My cockhead swelled, and warmth slid over me. Thoughts of Sharon always did that to me. That was why I liked mentally stockpiling carnal moments. They got me through the lean times, like my lackluster rut.

She hadn’t been a girlfriend. She hadn’t even been a steady lover. We’d simply had a fling. She was somebody I’d just met. Through work? Through a mutual friend? I couldn’t even remember, but that detail didn’t really matter.

What I vividly recalled was our night of furious fucking. The connection we’d made — so physical and tactile — was incredible. Our lone night of passion had sealed us together forever, in a way. At least, for me.

As recalled images of that night flooded my thoughts, my cock got ramrod hard. Reflexively I took my dick in my hand, wrapping my fingers around my rod. The sensation was a pleasant addition to my walk down this sexual memory lane.

Sharon had been a beautiful woman. Her hair was lustrous, her skin dewy and glowing. She had a lovely face, bewitching eyes and sensuous lips. Her body was model-perfect, with generous tits and an ass I could have worshiped at like an altar.

We were in her bedroom. I was vibrantly aware of her, more so than with other woman I’d recently screwed. She seemed to crackle with excitement, as if charging the very air around her. Fixated, I watched her undress. I remembered her undoing the fastening at the back of her neck and letting her red pleated frock drop to the floor. She tossed off her bra, stepped out of her lacy panties and stood before me radiantly naked, her smile entrancing me with so much promise.

I stripped in a belated rush, almost stumbling in my haste. My cock sprang out, and her gaze fell on it. My shaft dribbled a milky string of pre-come as it twitched in anticipation.

We embraced, our bodies pressed against each other. Our mouths met hungrily, and her tongue was nimble. We kissed deeply as my cock rubbed against her belly. Her hands moved over me, and I touched her, too, squeezing her luscious ass. Every bit of contact between us felt electrical.

We moved onto the bed, lying face-to-face and sustaining our lengthy, probing kiss. I groped her heaving tits, tweaking her stiffened nipples. She cradled my balls, sending lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through me.

Remembering the moment, I cupped my own balls as I lay solo in my bed. I was pumping my hard cock with my other hand. My body tingled, my mind blooming with erotic images of Sharon.

In that fevered memory I fingered her pussy, finding her so wet. I fit two fingers into her, and her hips rocked. She broke our kiss and buried her face against my throat. I felt her hot breath on my skin.

I finger-fucked her harder and deeper. My thumb found her clit, which was like a small throbbing dynamo. I worked her button steadily, and a cry rose from her, climbing ever higher. With a shudder, her pussy tightened around my fingers as she climaxed with a helpless moan.

When I pulled away my hand, she grabbed it and raised my fingers to her mouth. I watched as she licked the digits clean of her juice. Then she was kissing my chest and stomach, moving further down my body and the bed.

Her hungry mouth closed around my knob, and the circle of her lips dropped down my throbbing shaft. I groaned as she deep-throated me. Her tongue raced up and down my rod as her head lifted and dropped.

Every moment of that blowjob lived in my memory. As I jerked myself on my bed, the particulars played loud and bright in my feverish mind.

She stopped short of making me come and climbed up on me, her pretty face alight with desire. She fairly jumped onto my cock, slamming down hard on my stiff spike. I drove myself up into her, loving the slick squeeze of her clenching pussy. I reached up and fervently groped her incredible tits some more.

She rode me, bucking and writhing. Her head rocked from side to side as her mouth opened on a prolonged cry. Her exclamations rose in pitch once more as her second wicked climax approached. As she thrashed through her orgasm, I held back, wanting to enjoy a few more positions before I shot my load.

After her pleasure had left her limp, I eased her onto her back and mounted her. I pounded her fiercely from the get-go. The loud smacks of our bodies echoed in the room.

The noise practically rang again in my ears as my hand stayed busy on my cock and the memories blazed away in my brain.

Those remembrances blurred a little after a while — not because they’d faded over the years, but because at the time they were being created I was losing myself in the eroticism of the moment. The air swam, and my head spun as if reality itself was on fire with the passion we’d kindled.

After repositioning ourselves, I fucked her from behind. She rocked on her knees, thrusting her ass back at me. At one point we were standing again, with Sharon bracing her hands against the bedroom wall and my cock raging inside her cunt.

When bliss finally overtook me, we were once more on the bed. She was on her back, with her knees drawn up and her face radiant with orgasmic delight. I remember her full tits bouncing as I plowed her and she demanded, “Come all over me!”

I did just that. I pulled out at the last second and shot spurt after warm spurt of come over her belly, breasts and face. She squealed with ecstasy, especially when a fat drop of white goo landed right in her open mouth.

Sharon. Sharon. Forever in my mind. That ultimate moment was fixed in my brain as I jerked myself to completion. This time, my jizz was raining all over me.

Afterward, I went out. I hit a jazz club and nursed a drink at the bar, listening to the combo onstage play its hypnotic ever-changing rhythms. I still felt optimistic, even if I was kind of forcing my sense of renewal. I soon felt myself grinning broadly.

Someone sat down on the stool beside me, and a flirtatious feminine voice said, “A man with a smile like that must know the secrets of the universe.”

I turned and was instantly struck by the speaker’s beauty. There were other free spaces at the bar, but she’d chosen to sit by me. She was dressed nice and smelled even nicer.

I said, “A new season means a new start.”

I hoped my words would pass for wit or wisdom.

Her throaty laugh sounded more like a purr. Already, she was drawing all of my attention. I felt a vibe rapidly growing between us. I realized, distantly, that it reminded me of the connection I’d felt that long-ago night with Sharon. The spark was struck, and the fire was beginning to kindle and spark.

She told me her name was Vicki as she looked me over with a frank gaze.

We talked, and she brushed my forearm as she spoke. Her eyes had serious depth, and her lips shone in the subdued light. She wore a slinky red dress, and that, too, reminded me of sexy Sharon.

Finally, she said, “You know, I think we could start this new season together.”

“It’s never too soon for a new start,” I said, with desire singing in my veins.

“Let’s get going then,” she purred.

With that, we were on our way to her place, and the details were already etching themselves in my memory. If I had a reason to look back on that night — and it sure looked like I would — I’d have a thorough account of our every move.

Vicki had a tasteful apartment. She asked if I wanted a drink. When I said no, she planted a searing kiss on my mouth, took my hand and led me directly to her bedroom.

She faced me with her lips curling, and yes, it was indeed a sensual smile she offered me. With an easy move, she pushed her dress off her smooth shoulders. When it fell to her trim waist, I saw she wore no bra. Her tits were gorgeous mounds, tipped with erect pink nipples.

She gave a further shimmy, and the dress slipped off her hips to pool around her feet. She wore no panties either, and her shaved pussy was a tempting target. My cock had grown uncomfortably hard in my pants. I was seriously turned on.

I got out of my clothes in a hurry, and excitement burned within me. I wanted this woman so badly. I stepped toward her, and we kissed again, deeper this time. Our tongues met and played. She pushed her tits against me, and I pressed my cock against her soft belly. My hands moved over her back, across her smooth flesh. I reached down and cupped the swells of her ass.

I felt desire burning in her like a physical sensation. Her skin was warm, her breathing accelerated. Still kissing, we moved toward the bed and climbed on. My hand found her right tit and squeezed it. I flicked her aroused nipple with my thumb. She caressed my balls, and pleasure raced up my body.

We rolled on the mattress. I was so hungry for her. I nibbled her earlobe and licked her throat before sucking on one tit, then the other. She squealed when I caught a nip between my teeth, and her fingers raked through my hair.

I wanted to taste even more of her. The scent of her sex drew me, a hot exciting aroma. I moved farther down, and she parted her legs. I slipped between them. Her thighs closed over my shoulders as I beheld the wonder of her waiting pussy.

My hunger led me. I lowered my head and slathered her slit with my tongue, thrilled by the taste, the textures. She was very wet. I licked her outer lips, then delved inside her cunt. Her hips bucked as she gasped.

I probed deeper, withdrew and then let my tongue seek her bud. I polished her clit, gauging her reaction by the sounds rising from her throat. Her ass wriggled, and she raked my hair again, taking a fistful this time. She jammed her pussy hard against my eager mouth.

When Vicki came, her nectar gushed over my flicking tongue. I swallowed her orgasmic flow, but my erotic appetite persisted. Feeling devilish, I squirmed my hands under the halves of her ass and lifted her butt off the bed. I tilted her to expose her asshole, then set my wriggling tongue tip against it.

I kept an ear out for any disagreeable sound. Instead, she groaned, “Yeah, Ethan! Lick my hole!” Clearly, she was digging it. I lapped at her pucker, finally dipping my tongue past her cinching entrance.

Her ass bounced crazily in my cupped palms as she writhed wildly. I set her back down on the mattress and sat up slowly. I was barely upright when she lunged at me. In a neat wrestling move, she knocked me onto my back, and before I could recover, she had dropped her mouth onto my cockhead and swallowed my shaft entirely.

The sweet circle of her lips descended until she’d taken me down to my balls, and I grunted in pleasure. She proceeded to bob her head at an insistent rhythm, and her tongue slithered along my staff.

The air seemed to sparkle visibly on my naked body, and the aromas of sex filled the room. Vicki’s mouth was a miracle of joy surrounding my hard cock. Each tiny sensation was being stamped into me. All those little impressions mixed wonderfully, creating the magic of the moment.

Vicki stopped before I was past the point of no return. She sat up, smiling slyly as a line of spit spilled from a corner of her talented mouth.

She briefly eyed me thoughtfully, but an instant later, the glare of need rushed back into her eyes, and she flung herself onto her back and spread her legs. She absolutely wanted me to fuck her. That was clear.

I heaved onto her, my pulse racing and my cock tingling with anticipation. Her pussy beckoned me, and I slotted myself in, driving all the way home on the first lunge. She bounced underneath me as her hands clutched my shoulders.

My first strokes were slow. I wanted to feel every inch of her, and I wanted her to know my length, my girth. They appeared to please her. Her face was flushed, and her erect nipples were tight, hard points. She worked her hips to meet my thrusts.

Soon, I picked up the tempo. I needed to fuck her hard, to leave my stamp on her, so she would remember our night as vividly as I would.

I was in the groove — literally — and loving it. My body moved with the precision of a machine, but my spirit and soul soared in a very human way. The glorious carnality of the experience swamped my being. I felt our deep connection. My cock joined me to her, and we were communicating on a primal level.

Orgasm-prone Vicki almost took me with her for her next climax, which wracked her beautiful body as she whipped her head from side to side. She bit her lip as if to hold in the cry, then opened her mouth and moaned helplessly. It was a call of joy in the nighttime.

She scrambled out from beneath me and got up on her hands and knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder with fiery eyes.

“Do me from behind, Ethan! Fuck me hard!” she commanded.

I gladly obeyed. I scurried in behind her, jamming my cock into her cunt and laying my hands over the luscious curves of her ass.

Pounding her doggy-style was a thrill. I gazed at her undulating back and basked in the sounds of raw joy coming from her. With every slam forward, I was marking the occasion deeper and deeper into the fabric of my mind. I didn’t know if I’d ever see Vicki again. She might’ve had a boyfriend. I might’ve been her fling; she might’ve been mine. All that mattered was that incredible erotic moment we were sharing.

She groaned loudly, then her flaming stare was pointed at me again as she glanced over her shoulder once more.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass, Ethan!”

I liked her commands. I quickly pulled out and set my slick cockhead against her asshole. My plan was to ease in slowly, giving her all the time she needed to accommodate my rod.

But that insatiable girl lunged backward and impaled herself on my erection, taking my every inch into her rear passage. Her pliant hole welcomed my formidable shaft, even as her snug muscles hugged me tight. I set off stroking into her, adjusting to the new angle and savoring the grip of her ass.

I went at her hard and fast as I was past all niceties. My own orgasm had been building. I was going to jizz crazily very soon. My balls slapped her slit as I fucked her, and she took me all the way with every plunge.

When she came yet again, it was with a cry I barely recognized as human — much less female. Her flailing movements were enough to send me into my finale. I was about two strokes from blasting deep in her ass.

But she wrenched suddenly away, did an acrobatic spin and was abruptly facing me on her knees.

“Come on my face!” she exclaimed.

There was no turning back. I took my cock in my hand, and it turned out I only needed one pump. Then I was happily gushing my hot spunk all over her face, laying stripes of cream across her lips and cheeks.

Spring had sprung, and it was off to a great start.