SEASONS OF SEX, division 1

crepuscle, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual opinion : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with young lady was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the low time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at City green, flicking her knavish tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger's breadth along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the clip, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far capital than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older woman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me reach her bantam chest and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The even we parked in a darkened neighborhood and she let my work force run up her bare second joint to her damp cotton panty was also the first day I witnessed a female climax. I was thrilled to place my palm tree over her crotch and find the diffused female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent Male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal pussy and heard her gasp of delight. 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 facing pages wide, gasping and stiffening as her scanty slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion and beauty 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 tool gently for about three seconds. My gasps of go, the dark stain down my leg and the musky perfume which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five proceedings, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a sound three months more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our wrapped crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at maiden glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and skinny stage. There was hardly any haircloth 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 hand and called me"Daddy,"I wanted to hold in her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Sami time 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 mathematical group of take singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short boor 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 commercial enterprise of demurely shielding her titty from position by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse fall away and let her tit, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless looking at was not in fashion yet, and would n't receive been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her nipple were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from time to metre, revealing the bound of slopped brown nipples. And to schooling she usually wore form-fitting quag which showed off a nice unit of ammunition 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 have been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit belittled, her backtalk a bit thin. Her middle got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue middle. And her look was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle fuzz 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-mute by my attractive force. To the contrary, I was moved to utter 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 want for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny boob, I wondered what it might be like to roleplay with some slightly self-aggrandizing boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with dark, curly haircloth -- preference different from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with shining orange ? Did Belinda groan when she came ? Did her pussy squirt succus, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In curt, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a signified of pureness, if not committal, so for a long prison term I remained close to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our world-class time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our coevals, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight hoi polloi. It would kip two, anyway, in the backward arse, though we never did much sleeping. So of course of instruction, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back rear end kissing. She wore a clear abruptly cotton apparel with cotton panties and nil else underneath it. I soon had my forefront up under the dress sucking her tit, my hired hand inside her midget panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any Sir Thomas More. I moved lower and pulled her pantie down. She spread her boyish Edward Douglas White Jr. thighs wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pant and pulled them down, freeing my rearing cock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."screw me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my font, loving her own creamy succus. I positioned my hard penis at her sweet little cunt and rubbed the top dog up and down the juicy opening. I was gear up, and she seemed to be. I slid my hammer gently into her oozing pussy, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the pass was inside, and I thought I might arrive then and there."Oh, doodly-squat, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my thrilled cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy pussy. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in pain and held me penny-pinching, 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 poise,"she moaned. There was some blood, but most of the liquid that oozed from her snatch and coated my shaft was decipherable and slimy.

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

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

"I'll do better than that. I'll fucking you right now."

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

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an incredible sense, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. Her tight little goofball squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging cock, and just when I knew I could prevail out no longer, Annabelle came in Brobdingnagian, wrenching muscle spasm, her skinny little body going rigid, her viselike kitty cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her licking began to lessen, I came. I felt a thick jet of lumpy semen force its way through my cock and into her hot bitch. Then another, and then another, until she was so glib my firm rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in fourth dimension with my thursts and her spasms."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the bottom and wall hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my stopcock and back down to the leather nates of the car. midst strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juice pulsated from her kitty-cat onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went limp, mutter,"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

After that we made roll in the hay wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church building attic, in her bedroom during those rarified moments when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my sign, on a child's play table at a deserted rest period stop. Her near petty legs would unfold, my horny little putz would develop, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the backrest pew at church service, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my articulatio cubiti pressing against her privates. She moved only a little, leaving me to arouse her with my elbow. By the time she came, her ramification were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow was slipping in immediate trivial R-2 on the soaked private parts of her step-in. I was hard as a rock'n'roll, of grade, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walking in the woodwind and she fished my aching hammer out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my racy blank seminal fluid pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the supergrass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last-place 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 station on each former's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I loved my familiar times with Annabelle, as very much as I loved lying with her in slickness, 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 breakage from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part uprise firmer. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my helping 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 crotch against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

As stripling problem go, it was a nice trouble to ingest. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on December 20, since her household was going to out of land for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmastide parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native American 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 talent wrapped. She said to come into the living room in five minutes.

five-spot minutes later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide-cut open and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her Orange pubic hair with a green ribbon.

"You have two more presents for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her teat with one mitt."One is that sweet hammer between your pegleg, and the other is that sweet tongue in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her leg and leaning in to kiss and lap her fragrant young cunt."Merry Christmas."

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