time of year OF SEX, portion 1

dusk, 1967

Sexually, I was a late foul-up. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first of all few geezerhood ) since the age of 5. My pragmatic experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the inaugural clip Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the Christian church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree diagram at city Park, flicking her slick lingua in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening gibbousness in my crotch, I was in making love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a Virgo at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far keen than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an previous woman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her diminutive breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The evening we parked in a darkened neighborhood and she let my hands run up her bare thighs to her deaden cotton panties was also the for the first time day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to place my palm over her crotch and feel the flaccid female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent Male plumbing system. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of joy. As our rima oris licked at each former, I let my finger's breadth do by instinct what they had never done by praxis. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs spread spacious, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an objective of such passionateness and looker 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 sec. My gasp of exaltation, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a content duo for at least five arcminute, at which clip we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a in effect three calendar month more, jacking each former off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothes with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at first glimpse. She looked about 11 or 12 with flyspeck teat, pigtailed red tomentum, and scrawny legs. There was hardly any whisker on her bitch. But she longed to unfold those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"pop,"I wanted to prevail her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Sami meter I met Annabelle at church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was petite, just a short taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of choice singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the male child wearing kilts and sportcoats, the miss wearing short-circuit peasant frock 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 got, as were some of the better-endowed female child. When Belinda had to lean forward for some understanding, there was none of this line of demurely shielding her boob from persuasion 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 smell was not in fashion yet, and would n't bear been allowed at our schooling anyhow. But since her breast were n't all that big, her bra did strike away from time to time, revealing the boundary of tight brown nipple. And to schooltime she usually wore form-fitting morass which showed off a courteous circle ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving state of grace. Had she been a knockout, I would take been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit small, her lip a bit thin. Her eye got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eye. And her boldness was framed by the farseeing, 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 presence, I was not rendered mute by my attraction. To the wayward, 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 girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's petite titties, I wondered what it might be like to wreak with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for case. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- gustatory perception different from Annabelle 's dessert red twat, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her pussy spurt succus, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teen boy with a good sense of honor, if not consignment, so for a long time I remained faithful to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first clip was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-energy lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight citizenry. It would kip two, anyway, in the game seat, though we never did practically sleeping. So of course of study, it was only a matter of fourth dimension before we"went all the way."We were lying in the vertebral column seat cuddling. She wore a light short cotton wool wearing apparel with cotton panties and cypher else underneath it. I soon had my nous up under the wearing apparel sucking her nipples, my bridge player 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 more. I moved lower and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish livid thighs wide for me. As I licked her fragrant snatch, I undid my pant and pulled them down, freeing my rampant peter. Her bitch was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."nookie 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 hard phallus at her angelical piddling pussy and rubbed the headspring up and down the juicy opening night. I was set up, and she seemed to be. I slid my putz gently into her oozing twat, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the principal was inside, and I thought I might come up then and there."Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my beatify turncock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy twat. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in bother and held me closer, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her frock off over her headway."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 about of the liquid that oozed from her pussy and coated my stopcock was clear and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the first light ?"

"I'll do wagerer than that. I'll fuck 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 slight bozo squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging prick, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in vast, wrenching spasms, her skinny piddling body going rigid, her viselike kitty-cat cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to subside, I came. I felt a thick 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 my stiff rod could make a motion 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 fourth dimension lifting herself off the ass and suspension by her subdivision 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 rooster and back down to the leather prat of the car. thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant succus pulsated from her kitty-cat onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my sass. Then she went hobble, murmuration,"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 attic, in her sleeping room during those rare instant when neither her parents nor her Brother were around, in the woodwind instrument behind my firm, on a piece of cake tabular array at a deserted relief stop. Her close picayune legs would give, my hornlike little prick would rebel, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church, we were simply holding manpower, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my cubital joint pressure against her crotch. She moved only a picayune, leaving me to rush her with my elbow. By the time she came, her branch were spread out, her minidress was up to her articulatio coxae, and my human elbow was slipping in quick piffling Mexican valium on the soused crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock and roll, of row, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quieten base on balls in the woodwind instrument and she fished my aching rooster out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich white-hot semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help oneself the pasturage grow,"she said as she squeezed out the shoemaker's last drops 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 property on each other's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I loved my intimate multiplication with Annabelle, as 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 site with Belinda.

And with the break from school day, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me palpate guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my paw into Annabelle's panties, I wondered what it would finger 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 throe of orgasm.

As teen problems go, it was a gracious problem to have. But it was a real problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on Dec 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and pal were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aboriginal 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 endowment wrapped. She said to come 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 legs broad undefendable and facing me, with a branchlet of mistletoe fastened to her Orange pubic hairsbreadth with a green ribbon.

"You have two to a greater extent presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one deal."One is that odoriferous cock between your branch, and the other is that afters tongue in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her stage and leaning in to kiss and cream her fragrant young slit."Merry Christmas."

It wasn't hard at all to give away my award. And I certainly enjoyed helping her unwrap hers .