SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

downslope, 1967

Sexually, I was a former bloomer. Not that I had no intimate feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry sexual climax for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first sentence Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at metropolis parking area, flicking her crafty tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening protrusion in my genitalia, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasance. I was a Virgo the Virgin at the prison term, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an former adult female : XVII 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 evening we parked in a darken neighborhood and she let my hired hand run up her bare thighs to her damp cotton panty was also the first day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to place my palm over her crotch and feel the soft female void there where I was accustomed to feeling my own striking Male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal puss and heard her pant of pleasure. As our oral fissure licked at each other, I let my fingerbreadth do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger, wooden leg gap wide, gasping and stiffening as her pantie slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such cacoethes and looker that I almost came in my own jeans. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the pleasure I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my putz gently for about three second gear. My gasps of ecstasy, the iniquity stain down my leg and the musky perfume which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented duet for at to the lowest degree five minute, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a well three calendar month more, jacking each former off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to take care at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and scrawny pegleg. There was hardly any tomentum on her cunt. But she longed to fan out those ramification, and have those titmouse sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my hired hand and called me"daddy,"I wanted to deem her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same time I met Annabelle at church, I met Belinda Carr at schooling. She too was petite, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a radical of select singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scots garb, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing unretentive barbarian dresses with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't have much in the way of cleavage, 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 reasonableness, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her knocker from view by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her white meat, such as they were, hang as they would. The topless flavour was not in fashion yet, and would n't birth been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did come away from time to time, revealing the bound of tight brown nipples. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slack which showed off a courteous round ass and a perfumed, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's typeface was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. Had she been a knockout, I would have been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit pocket-size, her sassing a bit fragile. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. And her face was framed by the farsighted, straight, parted-in-the middle hairsbreadth that was in style then. She was voguish, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her mien, I was not rendered mute by my attraction. To the contrary, I was moved to talk 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 stern 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 tiny tit, I wondered what it might be like to roleplay with some slightly bountiful boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with wickedness, curly haircloth -- taste sensation different from Annabelle 's sweet red twat, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her puss squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a signified of pureness, if not allegiance, so for a long clip I remained faithful to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our start clip was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a park car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered attorney, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably sit down eight masses. It would slumber two, anyway, in the hinder seat, though we never did much quiescence. So of course, it was only a issue of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the plump for derriere snuggling. She wore a light unawares cotton fiber clothes with cotton panties and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my forefront up under the dress sucking her nipples, my script inside her petite panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any to a greater extent. I moved downcast and pulled her panty down. She spread her boyish white second joint across-the-board for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my trouser and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her pussy was wet, slippery, flowing, gear up."piece of tail me,"she said."ass me, angelical Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my rima oris, my brass, loving her own creamy juice. I positioned my unvoiced phallus at her sweet little slit and rubbed the head teacher up and down the juicy first step. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my rooster gently into her oozing bitch, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might derive then and there."Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my inebriate hammer into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her maidenhead 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 point."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so coolheaded,"she moaned. There was some stemma, but most of the liquidity that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was sack up and slimy.

I pulled all the way out and slid all the way back in."We're not Virgo the Virgin anymore, baby."

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an unbelievable sensation, far exceeding my tempestuous phantasy. Her pixilated piddling zany squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could agree out no longer, Annabelle came in vast, wrenching spasm, her scraggy lilliputian torso going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my tool. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a loggerheaded jet of chunky seminal fluid force its way through my rooster and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so silken my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no clash.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in metre with my thursts and her spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the posterior and wall hanging by her limb from my cervix and by her thigh from my hips. She tripled the speed of her piece of ass, moaned once Thomas More, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. thick string section of cum still connected her oozing slit to my throbbing shaft, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my oral cavity. Then she went hitch, murmuring,"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 fling mattresses in the Christian church Attic, in her bedroom during those rare here and now when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a child's play table at a deserted rest stop. Her near little legs would open, my horny little slit would originate, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church, we were simply holding custody, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressure against her genital organ. She moved only a short, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the time she came, her peg were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow was slipping in quick little circles on the soaked genitalia of her panties. I was hard as a rock, of form, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walk in the wood and she fished my aching hammer out of my wooing knickers and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying sexual climax, my robust flannel semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last drops and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this casualness was the job. As often as I loved my suggest times with Annabelle, as often as I loved lying with her in slickness, 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 geological fault from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the share mature firmer. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's scanty, I wondered what it would feel like to be inwardly Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her fork against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

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

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on Dec 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the sign to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native 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 in into the living room in five minutes.

Five second later I went into the sustenance elbow room, and there under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her stage wide open and facing me, with a twig of Old World mistletoe fastened to her orange pubic hair's-breadth with a common ribbon.

"You have two More present tense for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one script."One is that sweet prick between your legs, and the early is that mellifluous glossa in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her legs and leaning in to osculate and thrash her fragrant young bitch."Merry Christmas."

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