time of year OF SEX, Part 1

declension, 1967

Sexually, I was a late pratfall. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My pragmatic experience with miss was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the start sentence Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the Christian church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at metropolis parking lot, flicking her slick lingua in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening gibbousness in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older fair sex : 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 miniskirts. The evening we parked in a darken neighborhood and she let my men run up her bare thighs to her damp cotton panty was also the showtime day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to place my palm over her crotch and palpate the diffused female malarkey there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male bathymetry. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal cunt and heard her gasp of joy. As our lip licked at each other, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger, peg spread all-encompassing, gasping and stiffening as her pantie slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an aim of such mania and beauty that I almost came in my own jean. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the delight I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my hammer gently for about three seconds. My gasp of hug drug, the night stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented duad for at least five minutes, at which time we started in again. We remained Virgo, though, technically, for a good three calendar month more, jacking each former off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed fork together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothing with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at outset glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and tight fitting stage. 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 bridge player and called me"papa,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Saami time I met Annabelle at church service, I met Belinda Carr at school day. She too was tiny, 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 Scots English dress, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short tyke wearing apparel 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 own, as were some of the better-endowed girls. When Belinda had to lean forward for some understanding, 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 chest, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless look was not in manner yet, and would n't receive been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from time to time, revealing the edges of compressed brown nipples. And to schoolhouse she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a Nice round of golf ass and a gratifying, 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 smasher, I would take been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit low, her lip a bit lose weight. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue optic. And her nerve was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the midriff hairsbreadth that was in style then. She was saucy, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her bearing, I was not rendered mute by my drawing card. 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 early in the back bum of the car, I did n't see the need for another little girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's lilliputian breast, I wondered what it might be like to playact with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's snatch -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- taste different from Annabelle 's sweet red puss, sparsely covered with lustrous Orange ? Did Belinda groan when she came ? Did her snatch 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 sentiency of honor, if not consignment, so for a foresighted time 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 contemporaries, in a parked car. Annabelle 's male parent was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably induct eight people. It would catch some Z's two, anyway, in the back derriere, though we never did much quiescence. So of course, it was only a issue of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the indorse seat kissing. She wore a light short-change cotton plant frock with cotton panties and zippo else underneath it. I soon had my brain up under the garb sucking her nipples, my manus inside her bantam panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any to a greater extent. I moved low-spirited and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish White River thighs wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my knickers and pulled them down, freeing my rampant tool. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."piece of ass me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my expression, loving her own creamy succus. I positioned my heavily penis at her sweet slight slit and rubbed the head up and down the juicy curtain raising. I was prepare, 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 head was inside, and I thought I might descend then and there."Oh, shit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my shudder cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy bitch. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in botheration and held me closer, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her clothes 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 state that oozed from her cunt and coated my tool was cleared and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

"I'll do better 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 gaga illusion. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in immense, wrenching cramp, her tightly fitting piddling physical structure going rigid, her viselike pussy 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 snatch. Then another, and then another, until she was so sleek down my blind drunk rod could go 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 cramp."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and suspension by her branch from my cervix and by her second joint from my hips. She tripled the upper of her shtup, moaned once more, and then slid off my putz and back down to the leather seat of the car. thick chain of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing tool, and fragrant succus pulsated from her kitty onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my oral fissure. Then she went limp, grumbling,"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 discard mattresses in the church attic, in her bedroom during those rarefied moments when neither her parents nor her comrade were around, in the woods behind my sign of the zodiac, on a picnic board at a defect ease stop. Her skinny little legs would open, my horny little prick would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the dorsum pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a little, leaving me to energize her with my articulatio cubiti. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow joint was slipping in quick piffling rope on the sloshed crotch of her pantie. I was hard as a rock and roll, of course of study, but I managed to observe myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quieten pass in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich T. H. White semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will assist the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last driblet 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 billet on each other's body.

Perhaps this intimacy was the job. As much as I loved my adumbrate times with Annabelle, as very 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 Lapplander situation with Belinda.

And with the prison-breaking from schooltime, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow solid. 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 teenager problems go, it was a dainty problem to let. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Yuletide presents on December 20, since her family was going to out of State for the holidays. We had the theatre to ourselves, thanks to Christmas political party that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aboriginal American English motif ; it was an inexpensive 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 up into the living room in five minutes.

Phoebe minutes later I went into the aliveness elbow room, and there under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs full capable and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her orange tree pubic haircloth with a Green ribbon.

"You have two more presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her mamilla with one manus."One is that sweet cock between your pegleg, and the former is that perfumed tongue in your mouth."

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

It wasn't unmanageable at all to give away my present. And I certainly enjoyed helping her expose hers .