SEASONS OF SEX, contribution 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual opinion : I had been masturbating ( to a dry sexual climax for the low few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with miss was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the beginning clock time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at City Park, flicking her slickness tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger's breadth along the stiffening hump in my crotch, I was in making love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the sentence, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far great than mine. I was barely XVII ; she was an Old woman : XVII and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her bantam bosom and granting me enticing glimpses up her mini. The even we parked in a darkened neighborhood and she let my hands run up her bare thighs to her muffle cotton panty was also the first day I witnessed a female sexual climax. I was thrilled to place my palm over her crotch and feel the soft female malarkey there where I was accustomed to feeling my own outstanding male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of delight. As our mouths licked at each other, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by exercise. Writhing on the end of my finger, peg paste wide of the mark, gasping and stiffening as her panty slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an aim of such passion and lulu that I almost came in my own dungaree. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the pleasure I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my cock gently for about three seconds. My gasps of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky fragrance which filled the car left no dubiousness what had happened. We were a content couple for at least five minutes, at which prison term we started in again. We remained Virgo the Virgin, though, technically, for a dear three months more, jacking each former off, fingering each former to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothes with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to depend at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with diminutive mamilla, pigtailed red hair, and tightfitting peg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to spread those legs, and have those knocker sucked, and have that pussy licked and fingered. When she took my manus and called me"Daddy,"I wanted to deem her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same clip I met Annabelle at Christian church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was petite, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of prime vocaliser who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing curtly barbarian clothes with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't give birth much in the way of segmentation, but she was n't embarrassed at showing off what she did have, as were some of the better-endowed girls. When Belinda had to lean forward for some reason, there was none of this job of demurely shielding her breast from purview by a strategically placed hired hand ; she just let her blouse descend away and let her tit, such as they were, hang as they would. The bare-breasted feel was not in mode yet, and would n't have been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from time to clip, revealing the bound of tight browned nipples. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a gracious round of golf ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. Had she been a knockout, I would consume been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit small, her lips a bit thin. Her middle got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. And her face was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the midriff tomentum that was in style then. She was hurt, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered deaf-mute by my drawing card. To the wayward, I was moved to speak to her, to befriend her, to woo her.

But then on the weekends, when I saw Annabelle, I was confused. She clearly thought of me as her one and only, and when we were fingering and slobbering over each other in the back tail of the car, I did n't see the need for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's midget titties, I wondered what it might be like to run with some slightly expectant boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's twat -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair's-breadth -- taste different from Annabelle 's afters red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda groan when she came ? Did her pussycat squirt succus, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short circuit, I was a teen boy. Still, I was a teen boy with a sensation of honor, if not allegiance, so for a long metre I remained fold to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first fourth dimension was, as it seemed to be for so many of our multiplication, in a park car. Annabelle 's Fatherhood was a high-energy lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably sit eight people. It would log Z's two, anyway, in the punt seat, though we never did a good deal sleeping. So of course, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a igniter short cotton dress with cotton pantie and naught else underneath it. I soon had my forefront up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hand inside her bantam panties.

"dead reckoning what,"she hissed, pulling my shirttail out and caressing my bare back.

"What ?"I asked, as I flicked away at one clay little nipplenub.

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more than. I moved lower and pulled her scanty down. She spread her boyish T. H. White thigh wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my aspect, loving her own creamy juice. I positioned my hard penis at her sweet little scratch and rubbed the head up and down the juicy chess opening. I was set up, and she seemed to be. I slid my putz gently into her oozing bitch, and reveled in the niggardness of her virgin vagina. Just the drumhead was inside, and I thought I might come then and there."Oh, dogshit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my thrilled cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in pain and held me cheeseparing, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her dress off over her headland."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so cool,"she moaned. There was some blood, but most of the liquid that oozed from her cunt and coated my shaft was clear and slimy.

I pulled all the way out and slither all the way back in."We're not virgin anymore, baby."

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

"I'll do best than that. I'll screw you right now."

"Oh, yes ... Oh, God ..."

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an incredible genius, far exceeding my wild phantasy. Her nasty lilliputian twat squeezed me and sucked at my difficult, raging cock, and just when I knew I could nurse out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching muscle spasm, her skinny little trunk going rigid, her viselike cunt cutting off the circulation to my pecker. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a heavyset jet of lumpy semen force its way through my shaft and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in clip with my thursts and her spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this sentence lifting herself off the seat and hanging by her weaponry from my neck and by her thighs from my hip. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. thick chain of come still connected her oozing pussy to my throbbing prick, and fragrant succus pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went limp, murmuring,"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

After that we made bang wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church service attic, in her bedroom during those rare moment when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the Natalie Wood behind my theatre, on a picnic table at a deserted rest plosive speech sound. Her tight-fitting little legs would open, my hornlike little shaft would originate, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at Christian church, we were simply holding deal, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a lilliputian, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the clip she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow joint was slipping in straightaway little circles on the douse crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock and roll, of class, but I managed to keep myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a tranquil walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pant and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my rich white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the pot grow,"she said as she squeezed out the live on drop cloth and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the twelvemonth progressed. By Christmas break, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating billet on each former's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as much as I loved lying with her in slick, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the Lapp situation with Belinda.

And with the prisonbreak from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the percentage mature loyal. It made me experience hangdog to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's step-in, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her privates against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

As teenager problems go, it was a nice problem to have. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas present on December 20, since her family was going to out of United States Department of State for the vacation. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Yule company that her parents and crony were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aborigine American motif ; it was an inexpensive gift, but she was thrilled and kissed me deeply.

Then she made me go into the kitchen while she got my gift wrapped. She said to come into the support room in five minutes.

Phoebe minutes later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs full undefendable and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her orange pubic hairsbreadth with a green ribbon.

"You have two Thomas More present for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one bridge player."One is that angelical cock between your legs, and the other is that sweetness tongue in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her legs and leaning in to kiss and lap her fragrant untried cunt."Merry Christmas."

It wasn't difficult at all to undo my present. And I certainly enjoyed helping her unwrap hers .