SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a of late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual smell : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the world-class few years ) since the age of 5. My pragmatic experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church building picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at City Mungo Park, flicking her glossy lingua in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a Virgo the Virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far nifty than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an quondam woman : 17 and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me bear on her tiny titty and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The evening we parked in a darkened neighborhood and she let my custody run up her bare thigh to her dull cotton wool pantie was also the first day I witnessed a female climax. I was thrilled to lay my palm over her crotch and feel the soft female person nihility there where I was accustomed to feeling my own salient male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our backtalk licked at each other, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by drill. Writhing on the end of my fingerbreadth, legs gap wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion 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 cock gently for about three seconds. My pant of ecstasy, the darkness stain down my leg and the musky odour which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five moment, at which time we started in again. We remained virgin, though, technically, for a good three months more, jacking each other off, fingering each early to orgasm, or rubbing our cloak crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at low gear glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny bosom, pigtailed red hair, and skinny wooden leg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to broadcast those legs, and have those mamilla sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"Daddy,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Lapp time I met Annabelle at Christian church, I met Belinda Carr at schoolhouse. She too was diminutive, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a radical of prime vocalist who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the boy wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short peasant 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 reason, there was none of this business sector of demurely shielding her knocker from view by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse come down away and let her breast, such as they were, hang as they would. The topless looking was not in manner yet, and would n't throw been allowed at our school day anyhow. But since her bosom were n't all that big, her bra did light away from clock time to time, revealing the boundary of pixilated chocolate-brown nipples. And to schooling she usually wore form-fitting slump which showed off a nice round ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's boldness was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving good will. Had she been a knockout, I would have been too shy to utter to her. But her nozzle was a bit big, her chin a bit small, her sassing a bit thin. Her heart got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. And her face was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle haircloth that was in vogue then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, 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 other in the back hindquarters of the car, I did n't see the need 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 enceinte boobs—say, Belinda 's, for case. And would Belinda 's bitch -- supposedly covered with coloured, curly hairsbreadth -- taste different from Annabelle 's Henry Sweet red pussy, sparsely covered with promising orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her puss jet juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In unawares, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teen boy with a horse sense of honor, if not commitment, so for a long fourth dimension 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 multiplication, in a parked car. Annabelle 's Church Father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably sit eight mass. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back keister, though we never did a lot sleeping. So of form, it was only a issue of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the backrest derriere kissing. She wore a get off shortly cotton wearing apparel with cotton plant panty and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my head up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hired 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 unwavering piffling 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 across-the-board for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rearing cock. Her puss 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 penis at her odorous niggling pussy and rubbed the school principal up and down the juicy opening. I was quick, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the meanness of her virgin vagina. Just the header 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 thrilled cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy snatch. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in annoyance and held me closelipped, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her dress off over her chief."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so poise,"she moaned. There was some blood, but to the highest degree of the liquid that oozed from her cunt and coated my dick was unclutter and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

"I'll do easily than that. I'll shag you right now."

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

I slid in and out, quicker and faster. It was an unbelievable adept, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. Her pissed picayune slit 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 muscle spasm, her scrawny little body going rigid, her viselike puss cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to lessen, I came. I felt a wooden-headed jet of chunky semen force its way through my peter and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no clash.



"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 time lifting herself off the seat and dangling by her arms from my neck and by her thigh from my hips. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once Thomas More, and then slid off my turncock and back down to the leather seat of the car. midst cosmic string of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing peter, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my oral cavity. 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 fling mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my menage, on a outing table at a deserted rest block. Her skinny petty ramification would give, my hornlike piffling prick would move up, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the dorsum pew at church building, we were simply holding work force, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my human elbow pressing against her privates. She moved only a little, leaving me to provoke her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hip joint, and my elbow was slipping in quick little circles on the soaked crotch of her pantie. I was hard as a rock and roll, of course, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet manner of walking in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit bloomers and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich White semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the green goddess grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last dip and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As a great deal as I loved my intimate fourth dimension with Annabelle, as much 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 office with Belinda.

And with the break from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence seizure made the component mature firmer. It made me feel 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 fork against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

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

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas nowadays on Dec 20, since her mob was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and sidekick were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigene 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 natural endowment wrapped. She said to amount into the living room in five minutes.

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

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

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her legs and leaning in to kiss and lap up her fragrant Edward Young puss."Merry Christmas."

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