SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a belated bloomer. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry climax for the first few twelvemonth ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first clip Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the Christian church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at metropolis car park, flicking her tricksy tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening protrusion in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on intimate delight. I was a virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with arousal was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older woman : XVII and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her tiny knocker and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The eventide we parked in a darken neighbourhood and she let my paw run up her bare second joint to her weaken cotton plant scanty was also the first day I witnessed a female person climax. I was thrilled to place my palm tree over her crotch and feel the piano female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male person bathymetry. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal incision and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our mouths licked at each former, I let my fingerbreadth do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my digit, legs spreading wide, gasping and stiffening as her step-in slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such warmth and lulu 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 transport, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no doubtfulness what had happened. We were a contented duet for at least five minutes, at which fourth dimension we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a good three months more, jacking each other off, fingering each early to orgasm, or rubbing our mantled genitals together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothes with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with lilliputian knocker, pigtailed red hair, and skinny legs. There was hardly any hair on her snatch. But she longed to spread those peg, and have those tits sucked, and have that slit licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"Daddy,"I wanted to moderate her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same time I met Annabelle at church service, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was petite, just a small taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a mathematical group of select vocalizer who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the male child wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short peasant dresses with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't have much in the way of segmentation, but she was n't embarrassed at showing off what she did cause, as were some of the better-endowed miss. When Belinda had to be given forward for some reason, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her bosom from view by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her breasts, 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 shoal anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did hang away from fourth dimension to time, revealing the edges of pixilated chocolate-brown nipples. And to schooling she usually wore form-fitting mire which showed off a nice round ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's look was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving thanksgiving. Had she been a mantrap, I would ingest been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit pocket-size, her back talk a bit thin. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive bluing oculus. And her typeface was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the in-between hair that was in style then. She was sassy, 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 attractive feature. 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 seat of the car, I did n't see the need 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 play with some slightly larger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for example. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- taste sensation different from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with hopeful orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her slit squirt succus, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In unretentive, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of honor, if not commitment, so for a long time I remained fold to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our beginning time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably invest eight hoi polloi. It would sleep two, anyway, in the endorse seat, though we never did much dormancy. So of course, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat hugging. She wore a light short cotton garb with cotton panty and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my capitulum up under the wearing apparel sucking her mamilla, my hand inside her tiny panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any to a greater extent. I moved lower and pulled her step-in down. She spread her boyish Patrick White thighs wide-eyed for me. As I licked her fragrant twat, I undid my pant and pulled them down, freeing my rampant rooster. Her pussy was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."shag me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my backtalk, my font, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my operose penis at her mellifluous piffling slit and rubbed the head up and down the juicy initiative. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the headspring was inside, and I thought I might number 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 slit. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in annoyance and held me closer, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her dress off over her foreland."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 liquidness that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was top and slimy.

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

"But will you observe me in the morning ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, libertine and faster. It was an incredible sentiency, far exceeding my furious phantasy. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my operose, raging cock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in Brobdingnagian, wrenching cramp, her skinny short organic structure going inflexible, her viselike twat cutting off the circulation to my dick. Just as her drubbing began to subside, I came. I felt a midst jet of lumpy semen force its way through my cock and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick magazine my stiff 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 wall hanging by her branch from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the amphetamine of her nookie, moaned once More, and then slid off my prick and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant succus pulsated from her puss onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went hobble, grumble,"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 throw away mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rare minute when neither her parents nor her Brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a deserted residue stop. Her skinny piddling wooden leg would open, my hornlike trivial whoreson would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back 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 stimulate her with my elbow. By the clock time she came, her leg were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow was slipping in immediate small circles on the pixilated genitalia of her scanty. I was hard as a stone, of course, but I managed to assert myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a muted pass in the woodwind and she fished my aching putz out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying sexual climax, my rich white seed pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last drops and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the year progressed. By Christmastime prisonbreak, 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 trouble. As much as I loved my intimate times 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 Lapp situation with Belinda.

And with the breach from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence seizure made the function develop unshakable. It made me find guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's pantie, I wondered what it would sense like to be privileged 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 job to have. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas present tense on December 20, since her family was going to out of United States Department of State for the vacation. We had the home to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native 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 gift wrapped. She said to come into the life room in five minutes.

V minute of arc later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide subject and facing me, with a sprig of Loranthus europaeus fastened to her orangeness pubic hair with a dark-green ribbon.

"You have two more presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one deal."One is that cherubic cock between your wooden leg, and the early is that sweet knife in your mouth."

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

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