season OF SEX, piece 1

downslope, 1967

Sexually, I was a late blunder. Not that I had no sexual intuitive feeling : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the get-go few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with miss was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the get-go time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church field day with me and kissed me under the big tree at City Park, flicking her knavish tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my genitals, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a Virgo the Virgin at the time, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with foreplay was far large than mine. I was barely xvii ; she was an sure-enough woman : 17 and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her midget white meat and granting me enticing glimpses up her mini. The evening we parked in a darkened region and she let my hands run up her bare thighs to her damp cotton fiber panties was also the first of all day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to place my palm tree over her genitalia and feel the soft female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of pleasance. As our mouthpiece licked at each other, I let my finger do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger's breadth, legs spread all-embracing, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an target of such passion and looker that I almost came in my own jean. 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 second gear. My gasps of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky odor which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented pair for at least five instant, at which clock time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a good three months more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our fit out genital organ together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to await at at first glimpse. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red whisker, and skinny peg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to open those legs, and have those nipple sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my handwriting and called me"dada,"I wanted to guard her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Lapplander time I met Annabelle at church building, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was petite, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a grouping of select vocalist who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish garb, the boy wearing kilts and sportcoats, the daughter wearing short bucolic 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 list forward for some reason, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her bosom from panorama by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse light away and let her breasts, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless expression was not in fashion yet, and would n't birth been allowed at our school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did descend away from time to time, revealing the border of blotto chocolate-brown nipples. And to school day she usually wore form-fitting slackness which showed off a gracious round of golf ass and a sweet, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's facial expression was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. Had she been a lulu, I would have been too shy to talk to her. But her olfactory organ was a bit big, her chin a bit small, her lips a bit thin. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue centre. And her face was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the halfway hair 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 reverse, I was moved to talk 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 bet on buns of the car, I did n't see the pauperization for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to toy with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's twat -- supposedly covered with dark, curly pilus -- gustatory modality unlike from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with promising Orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her slit squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

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

Our outset clock time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered attorney, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the rearwards ass, though we never did very much quiescence. So of course, it was only a subject of clip before we"went all the way."We were lying in the hinder seat smooching. She wore a calorie-free forgetful cotton clothes with cotton panties and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my headspring up under the dress sucking her nipples, my hand inside her midget panties.

"Guess 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 scanty down. She spread her boylike Edward D. White thigh wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."shag me, angelic Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my hard phallus at her sweet little cunt and rubbed the head up and down the juicy opening. I was cook, and she seemed to be. I slid my shaft gently into her oozing slit, and reveled in the meanness of her virgin vagina. Just the straits was inside, and I thought I might come then and there."Oh, diddlysquat, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my thrilled 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 attire off over her foreland."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so assuredness,"she moaned. There was some line of descent, but most of the liquid that oozed from her bitch and coated my cock was clear and slimy.

I pulled all the way out and slid 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 shag you right now."

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

I slid in and out, dissipated and faster. It was an incredible sense impression, far exceeding my wildest phantasy. Her tight small pussy squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging stopcock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasm, her skinny little physical structure going fixed, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my rooster. Just as her lacing began to settle, I came. I felt a thick jet of lumpy cum force its way through my cock and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my firm rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in sentence with my thursts and her cramp."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this clip lifting herself off the buttocks and hanging by her arms from my neck opening and by her thigh from my pelvis. She tripled the pep pill of her screw, moaned once Sir Thomas More, and then slid off my turncock and back down to the leather seat of the car. midst chain of seminal fluid still connected her oozing pussy to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juice 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 love wherever and whenever we could get away with it. In the Buick, on some toss mattresses in the church Attic, in her bedroom during those rare here and now when neither her parents nor her pal were around, in the Ellen Price Wood behind my house, on a duck soup table at a deserted rest stop. Her skinny little ramification would spread out, my horny slight bastard would climb up, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at church service, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her privates. She moved only a little, leaving me to shake up 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 was slipping in agile little circles on the soaked crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock'n'roll, of course, but I managed to asseverate myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walk in the woods and she fished my aching turncock out of my suit of clothes drawers and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my rich white seminal fluid pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will serve the Grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the concluding drops and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the year progressed. By Christmas pause, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating home on each other's body.

Perhaps this familiarity was the problem. As much as I loved my adumbrate times with Annabelle, as lots 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 situation with Belinda.

And with the breaking 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 hand into Annabelle's scanty, 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 throe of orgasm.

As adolescent job go, it was a nice trouble to give. But it was a genuine problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmastime present on Dec 20, since her sept was going to out of state of matter for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Noel party that her parents and chum were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aborigine American theme ; it was an inexpensive giving, 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 life room in five minutes.

five-spot minute of arc later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her wooden leg all-encompassing open and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her orange pubic hair's-breadth with a green ribbon.

"You have two More present for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one hand."One is that sweet tool between your peg, and the former is that sweet tongue in your mouth."

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

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