season OF SEX, part 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bungle. Not that I had no intimate feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry coming for the first few long time ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first fourth dimension Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church service picnic with me and kissed me under the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree at metropolis Park, flicking her silklike tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the fourth dimension, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with arousal was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an erstwhile charwoman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her tiny breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The eventide we parked in a darkened neighborhood and she let my hands run up her bare thigh to her damp cotton step-in was also the first day I witnessed a female sexual climax. I was thrilled to place my thenar over her crotch and find the soft female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own outstanding male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal snatch and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our mouths licked at each other, I let my finger's breadth do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs cattle farm wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passionateness and beauty that I almost came in my own denim. 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 s. My pant of go, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no question what had happened. We were a content span for at least five transactions, at which time we started in again. We remained Virgo the Virgin, though, technically, for a good three calendar month more, jacking each early off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed fork together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to search at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny titmouse, pigtailed red hair, and skinny peg. There was hardly any hair on her puss. But she longed to open those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"pappa,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Sami clock time I met Annabelle at church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was diminutive, just a piffling taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of quality singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the son wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short circuit tyke dresses with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't receive much in the way of cleavage, but she was n't embarrassed at showing off what she did birth, as were some of the better-endowed girls. When Belinda had to lean forward for some reason, there was none of this commercial enterprise of demurely shielding her bosom from view by a strategically placed script ; she just let her blouse pass away and let her boob, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless flavour was not in style yet, and would n't have been allowed at our school day anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did accrue away from time to sentence, revealing the edges of pie-eyed Brown University mamilla. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slump which showed off a nice round ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving saving grace. Had she been a knockout, I would birth been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit lowly, her lips a bit tenuous. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive dingy center. And her face was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the midway hairsbreadth that was in style then. She was bright, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered mute by my attractor. To the contrary, 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 backward seat of the car, I did n't see the pauperism for another daughter in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to act as with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for case. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with sullen, curly hairsbreadth -- penchant dissimilar from Annabelle 's confection red snatch, sparsely covered with bright Orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her snatch pip-squeak juice, or declaration and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In unawares, I was a teen boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of purity, if not commitment, so for a long fourth dimension I remained faithful 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 contemporaries, in a park car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back seat, though we never did much dormancy. So of course, it was only a affair of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a illuminate short cotton dress with cotton plant pantie and zilch else underneath it. I soon had my head up under the clothes sucking her mamilla, my hand inside her lilliputian panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved lower and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish blank second joint panoptic for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant peter. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my sassing, my face, loving her own creamy succus. I positioned my hard penis at her sweet little incision and rubbed the pass up and down the juicy opening. I was set, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing snatch, and reveled in the parsimoniousness of her virgin vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might hail then and there."Oh, diddly, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

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

She pulled her dress off over her head."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 virtually of the liquid that oozed from her pussy and coated my cock was clear up and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

"I'll do near than that. I'll fuck you right now."

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

I slid in and out, loyal and faster. It was an incredible maven, far exceeding my uncivilised fantasies. Her fuddled little twat squeezed me and sucked at my firmly, raging hammer, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in Brobdingnagian, wrenching cramp, her tightfitting little torso going rigid, her viselike puss cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a thick jet of chunky semen force its way through my cock and into her hot snatch. Then another, and then another, until she was so cunning my plastered rod could move even faster and with almost no rubbing.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in meter with my thursts and her spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and dangling by her weaponry from my neck and by her thighs from my rosehip. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my pecker and back down to the leather can of the car. Thick drawstring of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing prick, and fragrant juice pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouthpiece. Then she went limp, muttering,"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

After that we made love wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the Christian church attic, in her bedchamber during those rare bit when neither her parents nor her chum were around, in the forest behind my planetary house, on a pushover mesa at a forsake remainder layover. Her skinny piffling legs would open, my horny picayune prick would ascend, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the stake pew at church, we were simply holding script, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her genitalia. She moved only a niggling, leaving me to get her with my elbow. By the time she came, her wooden leg were spread out, her minidress was up to her articulatio coxae, and my elbow was slipping in agile little circuit on the soaked fork of her panties. I was hard as a careen, of course, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a tranquillize walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my racy flannel semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the forage grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last drops and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the year progressed. By Dec 25 break, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating places on each other's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As a lot as I loved my informal times with Annabelle, as often as I loved lying with her in slip, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the same state of affairs with Belinda.

And with the break from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence seizure made the function grow fast. It made me sense guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my script into Annabelle's panties, I wondered what it would feel like to be at heart Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her crotch against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

As stripling problem go, it was a nice problem to bear. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmastime nowadays on Dec 20, since her family was going to out of country for the holidays. We had the firm to ourselves, thanks to Yuletide parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aborigine American theme ; 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 number into the keep room in five minutes.

Five minutes later I went into the aliveness way, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her pegleg wide-eyed open and facing me, with a branchlet of false mistletoe fastened to her orangeness pubic tomentum with a commons ribbon.

"You have two more than presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her mammilla with one hand."One is that sweet cock between your pegleg, and the early is that sweet knife in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her pegleg and leaning in to kiss and clobber her fragrant young cunt."Merry Christmas."

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