SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

twilight, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no intimate feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry sexual climax for the beginning few geezerhood ) since the age of 5. My virtual experience with young woman was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first sentence Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church service picnic with me and kissed me under the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree at City Park, flicking her slick glossa in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening extrusion in my genital organ, I was in sexual love with her and hooked on intimate joy. I was a Virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far capital than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older woman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her lilliputian breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The eventide we parked in a darkened neck of the woods and she let my hand run up her bare thighs to her moist cotton scanty was also the first day I witnessed a female coming. I was thrilled to place my palm over her private parts and palpate the voiced female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male person plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our mouths licked at each former, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by drill. Writhing on the end of my finger's breadth, wooden leg ranch blanket, gasping and stiffening as her pantie slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such mania and beauty 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 hammer gently for about three instant. My gasp of ecstasy, the shadow stain down my leg and the musky perfume which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five minutes, at which meter we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a salutary three month more, jacking each other 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 attend at at showtime coup d'oeil. She looked about 11 or 12 with lilliputian tits, pigtailed red hair, and skinny leg. There was hardly any hair on her pussy. But she longed to spread those stage, and have those breast sucked, and have that pussy licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"Daddy,"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 midget, just a slight taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of select singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the boy wearing kilts and sportcoats, the miss wearing short peasant dresses with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't sustain 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 girl. When Belinda had to tend forward for some reason, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her tit from view by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse settle away and let her boob, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless look was not in fashion 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 decrease away from fourth dimension to sentence, revealing the edges of tight brown mammilla. And to schooling she usually wore form-fitting slack water which showed off a squeamish daily round ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's human face 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 minuscule, her lips a bit slenderize. Her middle got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive down eyes. And her look was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hair that was in vogue then. She was voguish, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her mien, I was not rendered deaf-mute by my attraction. 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 early in the vertebral column seat of the car, I did n't see the pauperization for another fille in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to diddle with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- taste different from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her slit pip-squeak juices, or declaration and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short-change, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sensory faculty of accolade, if not commitment, so for a yearn time I remained close to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our coevals, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight mass. It would log Z's two, anyway, in the backward keister, though we never did much sleeping. So of trend, it was only a issue of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a visible light short cotton dress with cotton scanty and nada else underneath it. I soon had my head up under the apparel sucking her nipples, 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 strong niggling 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 white thigh all-inclusive for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pant and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her slit was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."nookie me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juice. I positioned my hard phallus at her sweet lilliputian slit and rubbed the capitulum up and down the juicy opening. I was quick, and she seemed to be. I slid my peter gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the capitulum was inside, and I thought I might come in then and there."Oh, dirt, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my thrilled putz into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy slit. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in painfulness 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 sang-froid,"she moaned. There was some blood, but most of the liquid that oozed from her cunt and coated my tool 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 right than that. I'll nooky you right now."

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

I slid in and out, dissolute and faster. It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my raving mad fantasy. Her wet footling pussy squeezed me and sucked at my knockout, raging dick, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in immense, wrenching spasms, her scrawny little body going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my pecker. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a thickset jet of lumpy semen force its way through my cock and into her hot twat. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my sloshed rod could move even faster and with almost no detrition.



"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 metre lifting herself off the rump and wall hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thigh from my articulatio coxae. She tripled the fastness of her ass, moaned once More, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather arse of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing twat to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her kitty-cat 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 love wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some cast aside mattresses in the church loft, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my sign of the zodiac, on a picnic table at a deserted rest point. Her scrawny little legs would spread, my hornlike trivial prick would climb, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church, we were simply holding hand, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her privates. She moved only a little, leaving me to stimulate her with my elbow. By the fourth dimension she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hip joint, and my elbow was slipping in fast trivial circles on the soaked fork of her panties. I was hard as a rock, of course, but I managed to wield myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walking in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my copious white come pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last drop-off and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the twelvemonth progressed. By Christmastide 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 much as I loved my intimate metre with Annabelle, as very much as I loved lying with her in glossy, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the same spot with Belinda.

And with the break from schooltime, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the role grow loyal. It made me finger guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's panties, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her genitalia against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throe of orgasm.

As teen problems go, it was a nice trouble to receive. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on December 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holiday. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Yule party that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigen American language motif ; it was an cheap 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 elbow room in five minutes.

Five arcminute later I went into the keep room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her peg wide give and facing me, with a branchlet of mistletoe fastened to her orangeness pubic hair with a super C ribbon.

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

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her leg and leaning in to snog and lap up her fragrant young puss."Merry Christmas."

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