season OF SEX, constituent 1

nightfall, 1967

Sexually, I was a lately blunder. Not that I had no sexual flavor : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with miss was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first-class honours degree prison term Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big Tree at City park, flicking her slick lingua in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my private parts, I was in lovemaking with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a virgin at the fourth dimension, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with arousal was far greater than mine. I was barely seventeen ; she was an older woman : 17 and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her bantam breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her mini. The eve we parked in a darken neighborhood and she let my custody run up her bare thighs to her dull cotton step-in was also the first day I witnessed a female sexual climax. I was thrilled to site my palm over her crotch and feel the mild female malarkey there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal dent and heard her gasp of pleasure. As our mouths 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, branch spread extensive, gasping and stiffening as her pantie slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such mania 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 peter gently for about three seconds. My pant of disco biscuit, the iniquity stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no incertitude what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five minutes, at which clock time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a ripe three months more, jacking each former off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at get-go glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with tiny tits, pigtailed red tomentum, and skinny peg. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to fan out those leg, and have those nipple sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"pappa,"I wanted to take hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the Lapp clip I met Annabelle at Christian church, I met Belinda Carr at shoal. She too was diminutive, just a short taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a grouping of select singers who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing short peasant 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 take, as were some of the better-endowed little girl. When Belinda had to lean forward for some cause, there was none of this stage business of demurely shielding her breast from panorama by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse accrue away and let her breasts, such as they were, hang as they would. The topless look was not in fashion yet, and would n't have been allowed at our schooling anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did hang away from clock time to metre, revealing the edges of rigorous brown nipple. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a skillful round ass and a seraphic, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving thanksgiving. Had she been a knockout, I would have been too shy to blab to her. But her olfactory organ was a bit big, her mentum a bit small, her brim a bit dilute. Her center got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue eyes. And her side was framed by the farsighted, straight, parted-in-the middle fuzz that was in flair then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a erection whenever I was in her front, I was not rendered mute by my draw. 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 other in the rachis posterior of the car, I did n't see the demand for another fille in my liveliness. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's petite 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 grim, curly tomentum -- taste different from Annabelle 's Sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orangeness ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her pussy squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In suddenly, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sensation of honor, if not commitment, so for a retentive time I remained fold to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our initiatory sentence was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's father was a high-powered lawyer, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably seat eight people. It would sleep two, anyway, in the hind tail end, though we never did much sleeping. So of course, it was only a thing of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the back seat kissing. She wore a light unretentive cotton plant frock with cotton panty and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my head up under the dress sucking her nipples, my handwriting inside her lilliputian panties.

"speculation 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 dispirited and pulled her pantie down. She spread her boyish white thighs encompassing for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my drawers and pulled them down, freeing my rampant stopcock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."piece of ass me, odorous Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my font, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my hard penis at her gratifying little slit and rubbed the straits up and down the juicy scuttle. I was ready, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing slit, and reveled in the tightness of her virgin vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might fall then and there."Oh, diddlyshit, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my vibrate tool into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her maidenhead gave way, she gasped in infliction and held me closer, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her dress off over her pass."I want to see,"she gasped. She jutted her hips up as I slid my glistening rod in and out."That looks so coolheaded,"she moaned. There was some blood, but most of the liquidity that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was clear and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the break of the day ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, libertine and faster. It was an incredible star, far exceeding my untamed fantasy. Her tight petty twat squeezed me and sucked at my operose, raging cock, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching cramp, her penny-pinching slight dead body going strict, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my hammer. Just as her walloping began to subside, I came. I felt a dense jet of lumpy seminal fluid force its way through my turncock and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my stiff rod could displace even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in time with my thursts and her spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and hanging by her arms from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the speed of her roll in the hay, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Thick strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing cock, and fragrant juices pulsated from her kitty-cat onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my sass. Then she went limp, mussitation,"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 throw out mattresses in the Christian church loft, in her bedroom during those rare instant when neither her parents nor her brother were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a deserted rest stay. Her boney little legs would open, my ruttish short putz would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the plunk for pew at Christian church, we were simply holding men, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow press against her genitalia. She moved only a footling, leaving me to cause her with my elbow. By the time she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her rosehip, and my human elbow was slipping in quick picayune lot on the pie-eyed genitalia of her panties. I was hard as a tilt, of course, but I managed to exert myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walkway in the Ellen Price Wood and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying sexual climax, my rich white seminal fluid pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last dip and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this casualness was the problem. As much as I loved my intimate clip with Annabelle, as practically as I loved lying with her in slick magazine, slimy, sweaty, satisfied afterglow, I always found myself wondering what it might be like to be in the same state of affairs with Belinda.

And with the pause from schooltime, I didn't see Belinda any more than, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me experience guilty to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hired man into Annabelle's scanty, I wondered what it would sense like to be within Belinda's. And when Annabelle came, clenching and gasping and thrusting her genital organ against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throe of orgasm.

As adolescent job go, it was a dainty problem to sustain. But it was a literal problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on Dec 20, since her family was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and comrade were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native 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 add up into the support elbow room in five minutes.

quintuplet minutes later I went into the living way, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide heart-to-heart and facing me, with a twig of Loranthus europaeus fastened to her orangeness pubic hair with a jet ribbon.

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

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

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