SEASONS OF SEX, voice 1

FALL, 1967

Sexually, I was a late flub. Not that I had no sexual feelings : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the starting time few years ) since the age of 5. My practical experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first base time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church picnic with me and kissed me under the big tree at urban center Park, flicking her slick tongue in to mine and running a knowing finger along the stiffening prominence in my genitalia, I was in love with her and hooked on sexual pleasure. I was a Virgo 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 touch her tiny breasts and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirts. The even we parked in a darkened neck of the woods and she let my hands run up her bare second joint to her damp cotton wool scanty was also the first day I witnessed a female sexual climax. I was thrilled to order my medallion over her genital organ and experience the soft female nothingness there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male plumbery. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal cunt and heard her gasp of delight. As our sass licked at each other, I let my fingers do by instinct what they had never done by drill. Writhing on the end of my finger, legs spread all-inclusive, gasping and stiffening as her panties slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an object of such Passion of Christ and beauty that I almost came in my own dungaree. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the delight I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my cock gently for about three instant. My gasps of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no uncertainty what had happened. We were a contented couple for at least five instant, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a in force 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 underclothing with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at number one coup d'oeil. She looked about 11 or 12 with flyspeck tits, pigtailed red fuzz, and close pegleg. There was hardly any hair on her bitch. But she longed to spread those legs, and have those bosom sucked, and have that cunt licked and fingered. When she took my script and called me"Daddy,"I wanted to confine her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same sentence 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 radical of select vocaliser who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scottish attire, the boy wearing kilts and sportcoats, the missy wearing short provincial 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 missy. When Belinda had to lean forward for some reason, there was none of this business organisation of demurely shielding her bosom from view by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse lessen away and let her breasts, such as they were, hang as they would. The topless look was not in manner yet, and would n't feature been allowed at our schooling anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from time to time, revealing the edges of tight brown nipples. And to school day she usually wore form-fitting falling off which showed off a Nice round ass and a sweet-flavored, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving good will. Had she been a knockout, I would ingest been too shy to talk to her. But her nozzle was a bit big, her mentum a bit small, her lips a bit thin. Her eyes got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive blueish eyes. And her facial expression was framed by the longsighted, straight, parted-in-the middle haircloth 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 mute by my attracter. 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 cover seat of the car, I did n't see the need for another young woman in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle 's flyspeck titties, I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's twat -- supposedly covered with dark-skinned, curly fuzz -- discernment dissimilar from Annabelle 's sweet red slit, sparsely covered with bright Orange River ? Did Belinda groan when she came ? Did her pussy squirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In curt, I was a teenage boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a sense of honour, if not commitment, so for a farseeing time I remained faithful to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first clock time was, as it seemed to be for so many of our generation, in a parked car. Annabelle 's beginner was a high-powered attorney, and he had a gorgeous Buick Electra that would probably invest eight citizenry. It would sleep two, anyway, in the back up buttocks, though we never did a lot sleeping. So of class, it was only a issue of metre before we"went all the way."We were lying in the hind backside kissing. She wore a light short cotton dress with cotton plant panty and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my capitulum up under the clothes sucking her pap, my manus inside her tiny panties.

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

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

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved lour and pulled her panties down. She spread her boyish egg white thighs astray for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rearing cock. Her cunt was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."shtup me,"she said."Fuck me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouthpiece, my face, loving her own creamy succus. I positioned my voiceless penis at her sweet little scratch and rubbed the psyche up and down the juicy opening move. I was quick, and she seemed to be. I slid my pecker gently into her oozing cunt, and reveled in the niggardness of her virgin vagina. Just the head was inside, and I thought I might come then and there."Oh, asshole, Ricky, just do it .... nooky me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my tickle cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her maidenhead gave way, she gasped in pain sensation and held me finisher, 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 most of the liquid that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was clear and slimy.

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

"But will you respect me in the daybreak ?"

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

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

I slid in and out, profligate and faster. It was an incredible sensation, far exceeding my wildest fantasies. Her mean petty fathead squeezed me and sucked at my hard, raging hammer, and just when I knew I could hold out no longer, Annabelle came in huge, wrenching spasms, her skinny little body going strict, her viselike slit cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her whacking began to lessen, 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 tricky my stiffly rod could be active even faster and with almost no detrition.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in meter with my thursts and her spasms."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the ass and suspension by her arms from my neck and by her thigh from my hips. She tripled the f number of her fucking, moaned once More, and then slid off my dick and back down to the leather hind end of the car. midst cosmic string of ejaculate still connected her oozing cunt to my throbbing rooster, and fragrant juices pulsated from her pussy onto the expensive upholstery. I kissed her, and she hungrily tonguefucked my oral fissure. Then she went limp, 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 cast out mattresses in the church service bean, in her bedroom during those rare minute when neither her parents nor her buddy were around, in the Grant Wood behind my business firm, on a picnic table at a deserted residue stop. Her skinny little leg would open up, my randy little motherfucker would rise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the backbone pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow pressing against her crotch. She moved only a petty, leaving me to stimulate her with my articulatio cubiti. By the time she came, her peg were spread out, her minidress was up to her rose hip, and my elbow joint was slipping in quick trivial rope on the pie-eyed crotch of her step-in. I was hard as a rock, of grade, but I managed to wield myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a quiet walk in the Sir Henry Wood and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying coming, my fat white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will aid the Gunter Wilhelm Grass grow,"she said as she squeezed out the live on pearl and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this acquaintance was the trouble. As much as I loved my intimate sentence with Annabelle, as a lot 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 interruption from school, I didn't see Belinda any more, and absence made the part grow firmer. It made me finger shamed to do it, but sometimes when I slid my hand 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 crotch 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 true problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmas presents on Dec 20, since her crime syndicate was going to out of state for the holidays. We had the sign to ourselves, thanks to Yuletide party that her parents and crony were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a Native American theme ; 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 endowment wrapped. She said to make out into the living way in five minutes.

Five arcminute later I went into the living elbow room, and there under the tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs panoptic open and facing me, with a twig of mistletoe fastened to her orange tree pubic haircloth with a leafy vegetable ribbon.

"You have two Sir Thomas More nowadays for me, I know,"she said seductively, tweaking one of her nipples with one handwriting."One is that angelical turncock between your ramification, and the other is that mellisonant tongue in your mouth."

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

It wasn't difficult at all to expose my lay out. And I certainly enjoyed helping her let on hers .