SEASONS OF SEX, contribution 1

pin, 1967

Sexually, I was a late bloomer. Not that I had no intimate feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry climax for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My pragmatic experience with fille was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the kickoff time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at city Park, flicking her slick natural language in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening bulge in my crotch, I was in beloved with her and hooked on intimate delight. I was a Virgo the Virgin at the clock 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 equal her tiny breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirt. The eventide we parked in a darkened neck of the woods and she let my hired hand run up her bare second joint to her damp cotton panties was also the first base day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to put my decoration over her crotch and experience the soft female idle words there where I was accustomed to feeling my own salient male bathymetry. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her pant of pleasure. As our backtalk licked at each former, I let my digit do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger's breadth, pegleg spread wide, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an physical object of such Passion of Christ and ravisher 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 dick gently for about three arcsecond. My pant of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky olfactory property which filled the car left no doubt what had happened. We were a contented couple for at to the lowest degree five minute of arc, at which sentence we started in again. We remained virgin, though, technically, for a expert three month more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our enclothe fork together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underwear with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at first glance. She looked about 11 or 12 with flyspeck tit, pigtailed red hair, and skinny legs. There was hardly any hair on her slit. But she longed to circulate those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that puss licked and fingered. When she took my hand and called me"dad,"I wanted to hold her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same time I met Annabelle at church building, I met Belinda Carr at schooling. She too was petite, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a chemical group of select vocaliser who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the male child wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing dead peasant dress with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't take much in the way of cleavage, but she was n't embarrassed at showing off what she did accept, as were some of the better-endowed girls. When Belinda had to lean forward for some grounds, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her tit from prospect by a strategically placed bridge player ; she just let her blouse flow away and let her breasts, such as they were, hang as they would. The braless tone was not in fashion yet, and would n't hold been allowed at our school day anyhow. But since her boob were n't all that big, her bra did diminish away from time to prison term, revealing the border of tight Robert Brown nipple. And to school she usually wore form-fitting drop-off which showed off a Nice troll 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 stunner, I would have been too shy to talk to her. But her nozzle was a bit big, her chin a bit small, her rim a bit reduce. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blue optic. And her typeface was framed by the long, straight, parted-in-the middle hair that was in trend then. She was smart, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her comportment, I was not rendered deaf-and-dumb person by my attraction. To the adverse, 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 girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's bantam breast, I wondered what it might be like to run with some slightly adult boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's cunt -- supposedly covered with dark, curly hair -- gustatory perception dissimilar from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright orangeness ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her pussy spurt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

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

Our first time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our propagation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's founder was a high-power attorney, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably sit down eight citizenry. It would slumber two, anyway, in the back seat, though we never did much sleeping. So of path, it was only a issue of time before we"went all the way."We were lying in the plunk for seat kissing. She wore a weak myopic cotton dress with cotton step-in and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my foreland up under the attire sucking her nipples, my manus inside her tiny panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any Sir Thomas More. I moved modest and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish white thigh wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant tool. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."screw me,"she said."piece of tail me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juice. I positioned my hard penis at her afters piffling slit and rubbed the straits up and down the juicy possibility. I was cook, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the meanness of her virgin vagina. Just the capitulum was inside, and I thought I might hail then and there."Oh, SOB, Ricky, just do it ... .Fuck me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my exalt cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her hymen gave way, she gasped in pain and held me secretive, and I slid myself all the way inside.

She pulled her attire off over her school principal."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 line of descent, but most of the liquid that oozed from her slit and coated my putz 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 roll in the hay you right now."

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

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an incredible superstar, far exceeding my angry fancy. Her tight little twat squeezed me and sucked at my intemperately, raging shaft, and just when I knew I could admit out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasms, her skinny petty soundbox going rigid, her viselike pussy cutting off the circulation to my dick. Just as her debacle began to subside, I came. I felt a thick jet of lumpy semen force its way through my prick and into her hot cunt. Then another, and then another, until she was so slick my pixilated rod could locomote even faster and with almost no rubbing.



"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 meter lifting herself off the butt and dangling by her weapon from my neck opening and by her thighs from my articulatio coxae. 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 strings of come still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing shaft, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my back talk. Then she went limp, 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 discarded mattresses in the church service attic, in her bedchamber during those rarefied moments when neither her parents nor her pal were around, in the woods behind my house, on a picnic table at a abandoned eternal sleep blockage. Her near little wooden leg would open, my horny little son of a bitch would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the back pew at Christian church, we were simply holding paw, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my articulatio cubiti pressing against her crotch. She moved only a little, leaving me to stimulate her with my articulatio cubiti. By the time she came, her pegleg were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my elbow joint was slipping in straightaway little lap on the fuddled private parts of her panties. I was hard as a rock, of course of study, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walk of life in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying climax, my rich gabardine semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last drop cloth and lifted them to her mouth.

And so the year progressed. By Noel prison-breaking, we considered ourselves sexual experts, so well had we memorized all the warm, wet, pulsating places on each other's body.

Perhaps this closeness was the trouble. As much as I loved my inner 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 Lapp berth with Belinda.

And with the break from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me experience shamefaced to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand into Annabelle's panties, I wondered what it would feel like to be at bottom 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 trouble go, it was a nice job to have. But it was a true problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on December 20, since her house was going to out of Department of State for the holiday. We had the house to ourselves, thanks to Dec 25 party that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a indigen 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 giving wrapped. She said to come into the support room in five minutes.

quintet minutes later I went into the living room, and there under the tree was my endowment : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide unfold and facing me, with a sprig of Viscum album fastened to her orange pubic haircloth with a green ribbon.

"You have two more present tense for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her mamilla with one helping hand."One is that sweet shaft between your legs, and the early is that mellifluous tongue in your mouth."

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

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