SEASONS OF SEX, Part 1

capitulation, 1967

Sexually, I was a tardy boner. Not that I had no intimate tactual sensation : I had been masturbating ( to a dry orgasm for the first few years ) since the age of 5. My pragmatic experience with girls was, however, almost nonexistent. But from the first clock time Annabelle Lee sneaked away from the church pushover with me and kissed me under the big Tree at City ballpark, flicking her slick lingua in to mine and running a knowing finger's breadth 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 meter, and as far as I know she was too, though her experience with arousal was far greater than mine. I was barely 17 ; she was an quondam char : XVII and a half.

It was n't long before she was letting me touch her tiny tit and granting me enticing glimpses up her miniskirt. The even we parked in a darkened region and she let my deal run up her bare second joint to her soften cotton step-in was also the start day I witnessed a female orgasm. I was thrilled to grade my palm over her fork and find the soft female person idle words there where I was accustomed to feeling my own prominent male plumbing. Pressing inward, I felt her vaginal slit and heard her gasp of joy. As our mouths licked at each early, I let my digit do by instinct what they had never done by practice. Writhing on the end of my finger's breadth, stage banquet across-the-board, gasping and stiffening as her panty slid around her slippery cuntlips, she was an physical object of such passion and beauty that I almost came in my own denim. In fact, I did just that when, grateful for the delight I had almost unwittingly given her, she stroked my dick gently for about three seconds. My gasp of raptus, 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 to the lowest degree five minutes, at which time we started in again. We remained virgins, though, technically, for a good three month more, jacking each other off, fingering each other to orgasm, or rubbing our clothed crotches together until we came, panting and moaning and filling our underclothes with sexjuice.

Annabelle was not that sexy to look at at first coup d'oeil. She looked about 11 or 12 with bantam tits, pigtailed red hair, and scrawny legs. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. But she longed to go around those legs, and have those tits sucked, and have that puss licked and fingered. When she took my mitt and called me"pappa,"I wanted to deem her in a most unfatherly way.

About the same metre I met Annabelle at Christian church, I met Belinda Carr at school. She too was petite, just a little taller and fuller-figured than Annabelle. We both sang in a chemical group of select vocalizer who specialized in madrigals. We dressed in Scots English attire, the boys wearing kilts and sportcoats, the girls wearing shortsighted peasant apparel with low ruffled necklines. Belinda did n't suffer 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 little girl. When Belinda had to slant forward for some reason, there was none of this business of demurely shielding her bosom from opinion by a strategically placed hand ; she just let her blouse hang 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 school anyhow. But since her tits were n't all that big, her bra did fall away from meter to sentence, revealing the boundary of tight brown nipples. And to school she usually wore form-fitting slacks which showed off a nice round ass and a dessert, plump, indented pubis.

Belinda 's human face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving goodwill. Had she been a knockout, I would have been too shy to talk to her. But her nose was a bit big, her chin a bit low, her mouth a bit thin. Her centre got to me, though. Big, gorgeous, expressive down middle. And her face was framed by the yearn, straight, parted-in-the middle haircloth that was in dash then. She was bright, and sexy, and even though I had a hard-on whenever I was in her presence, I was not rendered deaf-and-dumb person by my magnet. 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 dorsum 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 tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to wager with some slightly braggy boobs—say, Belinda 's, for instance. And would Belinda 's pussy -- supposedly covered with dark, curly pilus -- taste different from Annabelle 's sweetness red slit, sparsely covered with brilliantly orange ? Did Belinda moan when she came ? Did her cunt spirt juices, or contract and pulsate, as did Annabelle 's ?

In short, I was a teen boy. Still, I was a teenage boy with a signified of honor, if not dedication, so for a foresightful time I remained close to Annabelle. Especially after she and I actually started fucking.

Our first of all sentence was, as it seemed to be for so many of our coevals, in a park 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 back hindquarters, though we never did much sleeping. So of path, it was only a subject of prison term before we"went all the way."We were lying in the bet on hindquarters fondling. She wore a light short cotton dress with cotton step-in and nothing else underneath it. I soon had my top dog up under the wearing apparel sucking her nipples, my hired hand 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 steady petty nipplenub.

"I'm on the Pill."

She didn't have to say any more. I moved low and pulled her pantie down. She spread her boyish white thigh wide for me. As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my knickers and pulled them down, freeing my rearing turncock. Her twat was wet, slippery, flowing, ready."Fuck me,"she said."roll in the hay me, sweet Ricky."

I crawled up and kissed her. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juices. I positioned my concentrated penis at her sweet slight twat and rubbed the head teacher up and down the juicy first step. I was set, and she seemed to be. I slid my cock gently into her oozing pussy, and reveled in the concentration of her virgin vagina. Just the school principal was inside, and I thought I might come then and there."Oh, darn, Ricky, just do it .... shag me ... Put it in ...."

I did ... slowly, surely, I pressed my beatify cock into Annabelle's tight, wet, juicy cunt. Her Hymen gave way, she gasped in nuisance and held me closer, 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 stemma, but most of the liquid that oozed from her cunt and coated my cock was exculpate and slimy.

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

"But will you prize me in the morning time ?"

"I'll do better than that. I'll piece of ass you right now."

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

I slid in and out, faster and faster. It was an unbelievable sensation, far exceeding my wildest fancy. Her smashed trivial twat squeezed me and sucked at my heavily, raging stopcock, and just when I knew I could curb out no longer, Annabelle came in vast, wrenching spasms, her skinny little trunk going rigid, her viselike slit cutting off the circulation to my cock. Just as her drubbing began to settle, I came. I felt a thick jet of chunky semen force its way through my rooster and into her hot snatch. Then another, and then another, until she was so pat my besotted rod could move even faster and with almost no friction.



"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh—"Annabelle grunted softly in metre with my thursts and her muscle spasm."Uh huh, huh, uh, huh, aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaahhhhnnnnnnnnggggggggggggggggggg ! ! ! !"and she came again, this time lifting herself off the seat and suspension by her weapon system from my neck and by her thighs from my hips. She tripled the swiftness of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my pecker and back down to the leather backside of the car. thick strings of come still connected her oozing pussy 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 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 discarded mattresses in the church attic, in her sleeping accommodation during those rare moments when neither her parents nor her pal were around, in the woods behind my theater, on a outing table at a deserted rest stop. Her skinny lilliputian legs would open, my horny little prick would arise, and we would be at it again. Once, seated in the stake pew at church, we were simply holding hands, until Annabelle maneuvered my arm onto her lap, my elbow press against her crotch. She moved only a little, leaving me to perk up her with my elbow. By the clip she came, her legs were spread out, her minidress was up to her hips, and my human elbow was slipping in quickly little lot on the gazump crotch of her panties. I was hard as a rock and roll, of class, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents ! —when we took a tranquillity walk in the forest and she fished my aching tool out of my suit gasp and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my racy white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood."That will help the pot grow,"she said as she squeezed out the last driblet and lifted them to her mouth.

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

Perhaps this closeness was the job. As a good deal as I loved my intimate clock time with Annabelle, as lots as I loved lying with her in slickness, 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 break from schooltime, I didn't see Belinda any to a greater extent, and absence made the portion grow firm. It made me palpate guilty 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 genital organ against mine, I wondered what Belinda would be like as she went through the throes of orgasm.

As adolescent problems go, it was a squeamish job to take. But it was a literal problem.

Annabelle and I exchanged Christmastime presents on December 20, since her family was going to out of country for the holiday. We had the theatre to ourselves, thanks to Christmas parties that her parents and brother were attending. I gave her a leather necklace with a aborigine 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 follow into the living room in five minutes.

Five mo later I went into the living room, and there under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was my gift : Annabelle stark naked, her legs wide open up and facing me, with a sprig of mistletoe fastened to her Orange pubic hair with a unripe ribbon.

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

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

It wasn't difficult at all to give away my stage. And I certainly enjoyed helping her expose hers .