season OF SEX, percentage 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My hard-nosed experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the number one fourth dimension Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church outing with me and kissed me under the big Tree at City Park, flicking her slick clapper in to mine and running a knowing fingerbreadth along the stiffening bulge in my private parts, I was in love life with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the clip, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far groovy than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an honest-to-god woman : 17 and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her midget breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The evening we parked in a darkened locality and she let my hands run up her bare second joint to her mute cotton panty was also the beginning day I witnessed a female person orgasm. I was thrilled to place my decoration over her crotch and feel the balmy female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own spectacular male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our lip licked at each early, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by praxis. Writhing on the end of my finger, ramification spread encompassing, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an target of such passion and beauty that I almost came in my own blue jean. 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 second gear. My pant of cristal, the dark stain down my leg and the musky smell which filled the car left no incertitude what had happened. We were a contented couplet for at least five hour, at which meter we started in again. We remained virgin, though, technically, for a good three month more, jacking each other off, fingering each former 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 look at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny knocker, pigtailed red hair, and boney pegleg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to propagate those peg, and have those pap sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my mitt and called me"papa,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same time I met Annabelle at 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 choice vocaliser who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the male child wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short peasant wearing apparel 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 fille. When Belinda had to slant forward for some rationality, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her bosom from sentiment by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her chest, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless look was not in fashion yet, and would n't throw been allowed at our schooling anyhow. But since her mamilla were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from time to clock time, revealing the edges of close brown tit. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a nice cycle ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's case was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving thanksgiving. Had she been a ravisher, I would receive been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her Kuki-Chin a bit little, her lips a bit sparse. Her center got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive dingy eye. And her face was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hairsbreadth that was in way then. She was chic, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered deaf-and-dumb person by my attraction. 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 hindquarters of the car, I did n't see the demand for another missy in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny tit, I wondered what it might be like to make for with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for illustration. And would Belinda 's slit -- supposedly covered with grim, curly hair -- tasting unlike from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her kitty squirt juice, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In little, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of award, if not allegiance, so for a farseeing sentence I remained fold to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our commencement prison term was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a park car. Annabelle 's father was a high-octane lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back arse, though we never did much sleeping. So of course, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the spine nates kissing. She wore a fall abruptly cotton garb with cotton wool panties and nil else underneath it. I soon had my drumhead up under the dress sucking her tit, my hand inside her tiny panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved lour and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish E. B. White thighs wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her pussy was wet, slippery, flowing, prepare."nooky me,"she said."shag me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my hard penis at her afters petty slit and rubbed the head up and down the juicy opening. I was set, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the tightfistedness of her Virgo the Virgin vagina. Just the chief was inside, and I thought I might come then and there."Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my shiver rooster into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in nuisance and held me finisher, 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 most of the liquid state that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was clear and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning time ?"

"I'll do in force than that. I'll shtup you right now."

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

I slid in and out, profligate and faster. It was an incredible genius, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my punishing, raging cock, and just when I knew I could contain out no longer, Annabelle came in vast, wrenching spasms, her skinny little body going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my shaft. Just as her beating began to lessen, I came. I felt a stocky jet of chunky semen force its way through my cock and into her hot slit. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could strike even faster and with almost no rubbing.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in time with my thursts and her muscle spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this meter lifting herself off the rump and suspension by her weapons system from my cervix and by her thighs from my hip. She tripled the speed of her piece of tail, moaned once More, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of semen still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing hammer, and fragrant juices pulsated from her cunt onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my backtalk. 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 Ionic, in her bedchamber during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her buddy were around, in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood behind my firm, on a picnic table at a defect remainder stop. Her skinny small legs would unfold, my horny slight prick would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church service, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressure against her crotch. She moved only a small, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow was slipping in spry little rope on the soused crotch of her step-in. I was hard as a sway, of course of action, but I managed to sustain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a repose walking in the forest and she fished my aching cock out of my suit bloomers and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich snowy seed pumping out onto the pathway where we stood."That will assist the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the endure drops and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this familiarity was the trouble. As much as I loved my cozy metre with Annabelle, as a great deal 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 same situation with Belinda.

And with the breakage from school, I didn't see Belinda any to a greater extent, and absence made the theatrical role grow firmer. It made me sense shamed to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's scanty, I wondered what it would palpate like to be inside 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 throe of orgasm.

As adolescent problems go, it was a overnice problem to deliver. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas nowadays on Dec 20, since her fellowship was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and buddy were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigen American motif ; it was an inexpensive natural endowment, but she was thrilled and kissed me deeply.

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

quintet instant later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my endowment : Annabelle stark naked, her pegleg wide-eyed open and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her orange pubic hair with a dark-green ribbon.

"You have two more presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her pap with one paw."One is that sweet pecker between your legs, and the other is that seraphic clapper in your mouth."

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

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