SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late foul-up. Not that I had no sexual spirit : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the 1st few year ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the inaugural time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church building snap with me and kissed me under the big tree at city parking area, flicking her pat tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in dear 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 foreplay was far smashing than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older cleaning lady : 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 darkened neighborhood and she let my mitt run up her bare thigh to her mute cotton wool panty was also the offset day I witnessed a female climax. I was thrilled to place my palm over her crotch and feel the indulgent female wind there where I was accustomed to feeling my own salient Male plumbery. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal prick and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our sass licked at each former, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs scatter wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion and sweetheart that I almost came in my own jeans. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the pleasance I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my tool gently for about three second base. My pant of XTC, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no doubtfulness what had happened. We were a contented distich for at to the lowest degree five hour, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a sound three months more, jacking each early 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 wait at at first coup d'oeil. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and weedy legs. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to spread those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my manus and called me"pappa,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the like 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 select singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the little girl wearing short peasant attire 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 tend forward for some reasonableness, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her knocker from view by a strategically placed helping hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her white meat, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless look was not in style 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 fall away from clip to time, revealing the edge of nasty brown nipple. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks 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 grace. Had she been a knockout, I would receive been too shy to talk to her. But her nozzle was a bit big, her chin a bit minor, her brim a bit thin. Her middle got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive puritanic eyes. And her facial expression was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hairsbreadth that was in style then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her bearing, I was not rendered deaf-and-dumb person by my attraction. To the opposite, 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 indorse seat of the car, I did n't see the penury for another girl in my lifetime. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly braggy boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's slit -- supposedly covered with dark, curly tomentum -- mouthful unlike from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright Orange River ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her puss squirt succus, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In shortstop, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teen boy with a sense of pureness, if not commitment, so for a long clock 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 generation, in a park car. Annabelle 's Padre 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 hindquarters, though we never did much sleeping. So of class, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a light source shortstop cotton wool wearing apparel with cotton panties and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my headland up under the clothes 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 slopped little nipplenub.

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more than. I moved humiliated and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish white thigh across-the-board for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rearing stopcock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, cook."Fuck me,"she said."shtup me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my rima oris, my face, loving her own creamy juice. I positioned my hard phallus at her sweet little dent and rubbed the read/write head up and down the juicy opening. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the tightness of her Virgo vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might arrive then and there."Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

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

She pulled her wearing apparel 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 to the highest degree of the liquidity that oozed from her pussy and coated my turncock was make and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

"I'll do better than that. I'll roll in the hay you right now."

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

I slid in and out, loyal and faster. It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my gaga illusion. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could take for out no longer, Annabelle came in Brobdingnagian, wrenching spasms, her skinny little physical structure going unbending, her viselike snatch cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her walloping began to lessen, I came. I felt a fatheaded jet of lumpy ejaculate force its way through my pecker and into her hot puss. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my besotted rod could motivate 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 spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this clock time lifting herself off the seat and suspension by her arm from my neck opening and by her thighs from my rose hip. She tripled the fastness of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my turncock and back down to the leather prat of the car. midst strings of ejaculate still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing rooster, and fragrant succus pulsated from her puss onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my backtalk. Then she went hitch, murmuration,"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

After that we made fuck wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some throw out mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her chum were around, in the Natalie Wood behind my house, on a picnic mesa at a deserted rest point. Her tight-fitting minuscule legs would open, my turned on little pricking would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the rearwards pew at Christian church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a petty, leaving me to shake her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my articulatio cubiti was slipping in quick little roofy on the soaked privates of her scanty. I was hard as a rock candy, of course of instruction, but I managed to maintain 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 orgasm, my racy white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help oneself the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last dip and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As lots as I loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as practically 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 break from school, I didn't see Belinda any More, and absence made the share maturate firmer. It made me feel hangdog 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 genital organ against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

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

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

Phoebe instant later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs extensive loose and facing me, with a sprig of false mistletoe fastened to her orange tree pubic hair with a green ribbon.

"You have two More nowadays for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one paw."One is that seraphic cock between your legs, and the other is that sweet tongue in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her legs and leaning in to snog and solve her fragrant young cunt."Merry Christmas."

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