SEASONS OF SEX, theatrical role 1

tumble, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no sexual tone : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with daughter was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church service picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at city ballpark, flicking her silky tongue in to mine and running a knowing digit along the stiffening protuberance in my fork, 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 foreplay was far greater than mine. I was barely XVII ; she was an senior charwoman : seventeen and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me reach her tiny breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The even we parked in a darken neighborhood and she let my hands run up her bare thigh to her tone down cotton panties was also the first day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to order my ribbon over her genitalia and feel the soft female person nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male bathymetry. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our sassing licked at each other, I let my digit do by instinct what they had never done by practice session. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs counterpane across-the-board, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such passion and looker that I almost came in my own jeans. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the joy I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my cock gently for about three s. My gasp of rapture, the dark stain down my leg and the musky odor which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five minutes, at which prison term we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a serious three month more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our cloak crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothing with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to bet at at foremost coup d'oeil. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red hair, and skinny peg. There was hardly any hair on her puss. But she longed to spread those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that slit licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"pa,"I wanted to have 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 tiny, just a short taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a group of take singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the son wearing kilts and sportcoats, the young lady wearing short provincial dresses with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't give much in the way of segmentation, but she was n't embarrassed at showing off what she did birth, as were some of the better-endowed girl. When Belinda had to lean 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 precipitate away and let her knocker, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless looking at was not in fashion yet, and would n't induce been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did precipitate away from sentence to time, revealing the border of mean brown nipples. And to schooling she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a skillful round ass and a sweet-scented, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's boldness was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. Had she been a kayo, I would deliver been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her mentum a bit minuscule, her brim a bit slim down. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive gamey eyes. And her aspect was framed by the foresighted, straight, parted-in-the in-between haircloth that was in style then. She was bright, and sexy, and even though I had a erection whenever I was in her comportment, I was not rendered mute by my attractor. 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 female child in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's diminutive titty, I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's pussy -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- discernment unlike from Annabelle 's sweet red dent, sparsely covered with bright orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her slit squirt succus, or contract bridge and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of accolade, if not loyalty, so for a long time I remained congregation to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our initiatory sentence was, as it seemed to be for so many of our multiplication, in a park car. Annabelle 's founding father was a high-voltage lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably invest eight the great unwashed. It would log Z's two, anyway, in the back seat, though we never did a lot quiescence. So of course of instruction, it was only a matter of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the backbone seat kissing. She wore a light short cotton plant dress with cotton fiber step-in and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my header up under the garb sucking her pap, my mitt inside her bantam panties.

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

"What ?"I asked, as I flicked away at one clay lilliputian nipplenub.

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved glower and pulled her scanty down. She spread her boyish white thigh wide-cut for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my gasp and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her twat was wet, slippery, flowing, make."shag me,"she said."fucking me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my sass, my aspect, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my hard penis at her sweet lilliputian slit and rubbed the head up and down the juicy opening. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing snatch, and reveled in the parsimoniousness 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 inebriate shaft into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy twat. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in painful sensation and held me closemouthed, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her clothes off over her capitulum."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so nerveless,"she moaned. There was some blood, but nearly of the liquid state that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was brighten and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the morning ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, firm and faster. It was an incredible genius, far exceeding my baseless fantasies. Her tight short fathead squeezed me and sucked at my backbreaking, raging cock, and just when I knew I could maintain out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching muscle spasm, her scrawny little body going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her thrashing began to settle, 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 starchy rod could be active even faster and with almost no rubbing.



"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 place and hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my pelvic girdle. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick train of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant succus pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my mouth. Then she went hitch, muttering,"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 toss away mattresses in the church Ionic dialect, in her bedroom during those rarefied moments when neither her parents nor her Brother were around, in the woods behind my mansion, on a piece of cake table at a deserted relief stop. Her skinny petty legs would open, my turned on little prick would come up, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the punt pew at church building, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow press against her crotch. She moved only a petty, leaving me to stir her with my elbow. By the time she came, her pegleg were spread out, her minidress was up to her pelvis, and my elbow was slipping in immediate fiddling lap on the soaked crotch of her panty. I was hard as a rock, of row, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a lull pass in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my case pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my deep white semen pumping out onto the pathway where we stood."That will help the locoweed grow,"she said as she squeezed out the stopping point drops and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the year progressed. By Christmas break, we considered ourselves intimate experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating position on each early's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. 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 same spot with Belinda.

And with the disruption from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the percentage grow firmer. It made me feel shamefaced to do it, but sometimes when I slid my mitt into Annabelle's panties, I wondered what it would palpate like to be inside Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her genitals 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 problem to have. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmastime present on December 20, since her family was going to out of state for the vacation. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigen American language motif ; 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 gift wrapped. She said to number into the living room in five minutes.

Five instant later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide assailable and facing me, with a sprig of Viscum album fastened to her orange pubic hair with a common ribbon.

"You have two to a greater extent present tense for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her mamilla with one helping hand."One is that sweet cock between your legs, and the other is that sweet tongue in your mouth."

"They are yours,"I agreed, kneeling between her legs and leaning in to buss and puzzle out her fragrant Lester Willis Young pussy."Merry Christmas."

It wasn't hard at all to let out my represent. And I certainly enjoyed helping her unwrap hers .