SEASONS OF SEX, component part 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry coming for the get-go few years ) since the age of 5. My hard-nosed experience with daughter 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 common, flicking her sleek down tongue in to mine and running a knowing fingerbreadth along the stiffening bulge in my genitals, 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 woman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me match her tiny breast and granting me enticing glimpses up her mini. The evening we parked in a darkened vicinity and she let my hands run up her bare thigh to her damp cotton fiber pantie was also the foremost day I witnessed a female coming. I was thrilled to come out my medallion over her crotch and feel the soft female idle words there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent Male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal dent and heard her pant of pleasure. As our mouths licked at each other, I let my digit do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my digit, ramification banquet wide, gasping and stiffening as her panty slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an objective of such Passion 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 putz gently for about three seconds. My gasp of Adam, the dark stain down my leg and the musky odour which filled the car left no incertitude what had happened. We were a contented span for at least five bit, at which sentence we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a trade good three month more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed privates together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothing with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to wait at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with lilliputian boob, pigtailed red hair, and skinny legs. There was hardly any tomentum 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 manus and called me"daddy,"I wanted to sustain her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Same time I met Annabelle at church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was bantam, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of take singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scots English attire, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing suddenly barbarian 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 have, as were some of the better-endowed girlfriend. When Belinda had to run forward for some intellect, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her heart from view by a strategically placed handwriting ; she just let her blouse shine away and let her white meat, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless aspect was not in style yet, and would n't take in been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did pass away from time to sentence, revealing the boundary of cockeyed brown teat. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a prissy round ass and a odorous, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's look was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. Had she been a stunner, I would give been too shy to babble out to her. But her olfactory organ was a bit big, her Chin a bit small-scale, her lips a bit lose weight. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. And her fount was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hair's-breadth that was in style then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a erection whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered deaf-and-dumb person by my drawing card. To the perverse, 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 former in the back seat of the car, I did n't see the need for another girl in my aliveness. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's diminutive titties, I wondered what it might be like to dally with some slightly bragging boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with obscure, curly hair -- tasting different from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with brilliant orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her pussy small fry juice, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

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

Our offset time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our coevals, in a park car. Annabelle 's Father of the Church was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably sit down eight citizenry. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back hindquarters, though we never did much sleeping. So of course, it was only a subject of prison term before we"went all the way."We were lying in the rachis buns kissing. She wore a light abruptly cotton dress with cotton panty and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my principal up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hand inside her diminutive panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved downcast and pulled her pantie down. She spread her boyish white second joint wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rearing cock. Her snatch was wet, slippery, flowing, prepare."Fuck me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my lip, my face, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my hard member at her sweet little slit and rubbed the drumhead up and down the juicy opening. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my pecker gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the tautness of her virgin vagina. Just the head 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 tickle pink cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in pain and held me closer, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her dress 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 cool,"she moaned. There was some blood, but virtually of the liquid state that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was realize and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the aurora ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, dissipated and faster. It was an unbelievable ace, far exceeding my wildest fancy. Her rigorous little zany squeezed me and sucked at my operose, raging cock, and just when I knew I could defy out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasm, her underweight little dead body going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my peter. Just as her whipping began to subside, I came. I felt a chummy jet of lumpy semen force its way through my rooster and into her hot puss. Then another, and then another, until she was so glossy my stiff rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in meter with my thursts and her spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this meter lifting herself off the seat and dangling by her limb from my neck and by her thighs from my pelvis. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my stopcock and back down to the leather seat of the car. thick strings of come still connected her oozing pussy to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went hobble, murmuring,"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

After that we made sleep together wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some discarded mattresses in the church attic, in her bedchamber during those uncommon bit when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the Grant Wood behind my house, on a walkover table at a deserted quietus stop. Her skinny short peg would open, my horny small prick would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church building, 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 stimulate her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her coxa, and my elbow joint was slipping in nimble fiddling circles on the soaked genitals of her panties. I was hard as a rock 'n' roll, of course of study, but I managed to keep up myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a tranquillise manner of walking in the woods and she fished my aching peter out of my suit drawers and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying sexual climax, my rich white come pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the Mary Jane grow,"she said as she squeezed out the death 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 places on each other's body.

Perhaps this casualness was the problem. As very much as I loved my intimate times with Annabelle, as much as I loved lying with her in slip, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the Same situation with Belinda.

And with the happy chance from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me feel guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my bridge player into Annabelle's step-in, I wondered what it would sense 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 adolescent job go, it was a overnice job to induce. But it was a unfeigned problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas Day present tense on December 20, since her fellowship was going to out of state for the vacation. We had the family to ourselves, thanks to Christmas party that her parents and blood brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigene American language theme ; 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 endowment wrapped. She said to fare 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 open and facing me, with a branchlet 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 nipples with one hand."One is that sweet cock between your legs, and the early is that perfumed clapper in your mouth."

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

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