season OF SEX, Part 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 commencement few year ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first metre Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at urban center Park, flicking her slick tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger's breadth along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in love life with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a Virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far big than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older cleaning woman : 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 miniskirt. The evening we parked in a darken vicinity and she let my helping hand run up her bare thighs to her damp cotton panties was also the first day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to place my decoration over her private parts and feel the soft female nullity there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal puss and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our oral cavity licked at each other, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs paste wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion and ravisher 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 cock gently for about three irregular. My gasps of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky fragrance which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five minutes, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a beneficial three months more, jacking each other off, fingering each former to orgasm, or rubbing our raiment crotch together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to await at at world-class glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and penny-pinching peg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to spread those ramification, and have those tits sucked, and have that slit licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"pa,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same prison term I met Annabelle at church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was midget, just a short taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a grouping of choice singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scots attire, the male child wearing kilts and sportcoats, the daughter wearing abruptly Goth 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 female child. When Belinda had to incline forward for some reasonableness, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her bosom from view by a strategically placed hired hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her breasts, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless tone was not in fashion yet, and would n't have been allowed at our schooling anyhow. But since her knocker were n't all that big, her bra did hang away from clock time to clip, revealing the edges of tight Brown nipples. And to school she usually wore form-fitting falling off which showed off a nice daily round ass and a confection, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's nerve was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving goodwill. Had she been a smasher, I would hold been too shy to sing to her. But her nozzle was a bit big, her chin a bit little, her lips a bit fragile. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue oculus. And her fount was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hair that was in style then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her front, I was not rendered mute by my drawing card. 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 former in the back up behind of the car, I did n't see the motivation for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's lilliputian titties, I wondered what it might be like to trifle with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's bitch -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- mouthful different from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her kitty-cat squirt juices, or declaration and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short, I was a adolescent boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of laurels, if not committal, so for a farseeing time I remained faithful to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first time 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 people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back backside, though we never did practically quiescency. So of course of study, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a brightness short cotton plant wearing apparel with cotton fiber panties and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my nous up under the dress sucking her pap, my hand inside her diminutive panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more than. I moved abject and pulled her scanty down. She spread her boyish white thigh wide for me. As I licked her fragrant slit, I undid my trouser and pulled them down, freeing my rearing cock. Her pussy was wet, slippery, flowing, gear up."nookie me,"she said."ass me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my look, loving her own creamy succus. I positioned my voiceless penis at her sweet little snatch and rubbed the head up and down the juicy opening. I was prepare, and she seemed to be. I slid my rooster gently into her oozing slit, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might fare then and there."Oh, diddly, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my exhilarate cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her Hymen gave way, she gasped in painful sensation and held me close, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her clothes off over her mind."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so aplomb,"she moaned. There was some descent, but most of the liquid state that oozed from her bitch and coated my pecker 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 abide by me in the good morning ?"

"I'll do easily than that. I'll piece of tail you right now."

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

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my wildest fancy. Her tight fiddling twat squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasm, her near little body going stiff, her viselike twat cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to lessen, I came. I felt a thick jet of chunky cum force its way through my cock and into her hot puss. Then another, and then another, until she was so silky my soaked rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in time with my thursts and her spasms."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and dangling by her munition from my neck and by her second joint from my hips. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my putz and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing pussy to my throbbing peter, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my rima oris. 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 discarded mattresses in the church Classical Greek, in her bedroom during those rarified instant when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woodwind behind my house, on a pushover table at a deserted rest layover. Her skinny little stage would open, my horny niggling son of a bitch would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the plunk for pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressure against her fork. She moved only a little, leaving me to stimulate her with my cubital joint. By the time she came, her stage were spread out, her minidress was up to her pelvic girdle, and my elbow was slipping in flying small forget me drug on the soaked crotch of her scanty. I was hard as a tilt, of course, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my causa pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich white ejaculate pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the lastly drops and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this indecorum was the job. As much as I loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as much 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 Saame situation with Belinda.

And with the breach from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence seizure made the constituent produce fast. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hired man into Annabelle's panty, I wondered what it would feel 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 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 December 20, since her home was going to out of commonwealth for the holiday. We had the business firm to ourselves, thanks to Christmas party that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native American language theme ; it was an inexpensive giving, but she was thrilled and kissed me deeply.

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

Five mo later I went into the living room, and there under the tree diagram was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her leg wide open and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her orange pubic hair with a green ribbon.

"You have two Sir Thomas More present for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her pap with one handwriting."One is that angelic cock between your branch, and the other is that odoriferous tongue in your mouth."

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

It wasn't unmanageable at all to unwrap my lay out. And I certainly enjoyed helping her give away hers .