SEASONS OF SEX, portion 2

winter, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the outset time in my lifetime I had an literal date for New yr 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly commove ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Hank Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to fill his new girl champion. Zeb was the youthful of about eight nestling, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her grin, her sense of sense of humour, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's little living room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular style rampart, with a TV set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much of interest on TV, but we were n't looking at it anyway. Annabelle snuggled up to me and all I cared about was snuggling.

In the heart of one particularly luscious tongue buss, Annabelle reached for my zip and began to slide it down. I nervously glanced over att Zeb and Amy, but they weren't looking at us ; Amy was straddling Zeb, her miniskirt hiked up to expose petite white bikini panties and just a speck of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the bulge in my trunks. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to get hold her damp genital organ with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her pantie, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, Rick, so nice, your finger in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so heavily, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pant so she could slither her hired hand inside my underclothing. Her jot on my cock was light up and magical, and soon I was pulling my gasp and underclothes down, as oblivious to the others in the elbow room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my phallus was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the trick they had learned so well. She cradled my orb in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes encounter mine the whole way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and rima oris, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her lingua over the sensitive blot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a present moment, just watching my phallus throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her articulatio genus fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underclothing and making the bulge enceinte, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his turncock could spring unloosen. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would ache by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy spit candy kiss, and smearing my ample precum juice over my bombastic Wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty skullduggery commingle with her spittle. She placed a hired man on each of my shoulder joint and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my constrain turncock. I found my manus sliding into her panties and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her piddling asshole.

"Oh, God, wrick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panty down to her thigh, and then she lowered her bare, dripping genitals to mine, my stopcock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the mild hairs of her molten little slit."I don't think I can take aim this much longer, wrick,"she whispered.

"You're in luck, Annabelle. I don't GET much longer."And I slotted myself right into her sweet slapdash heat.

Annabelle's lusty moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's rooster out of her backtalk to release in our direction. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to climb on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a second, the vision of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's member ; but then I turned my attention back to the undertaking at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hands up her spinal column. She wore no bra, and my manpower traveled up past her shoulder blade. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with joy. Similar grunts and groan were coming from the early couch, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a mighty tranquilising before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny tits were available for my care. Her nipples were hard small nubbins, centered on their gentle slight breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so piffling it was no try to concord her up by the chest. When our oral cavity met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. mouth, crotch, chest, helping hand, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my mamilla, and I somehow knew the coming climax would be a exceptional one.

I tried to put off it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with marshy thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our trunk moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juice and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her little fag rising up and slamming down, her digit raking across my chest as I pumped still more thickly hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my cock with unvoluntary little muscular contraction. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their sexual climax, and I watched as her butt moved on and off his quill, the creamy semen overflowing more and more with each plunge. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's stiff cock and landed on the lounge with her oozing pussy on total display. Only her copious pubic hair's-breadth kept Zeb's ejaculate from leaking onto the shock. She reached down with her digit and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my run through consistence and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lap her clean. She had another small climax in the process, and then it was her number to collapse, banquet eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the entirely room.

The house was silent except for our ventilation and the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to excise midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a minuscule awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no intellect to surmise that I was as interested in her as I was.

She wasn't mean value to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did seem to toy more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them Sir Thomas More than was necessity, fingering the top push button on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was civil. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but nobody could have mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't hard just from thinking about her, I'd get severely the minute of arc she came into the room. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to unlike school ! For the about constituent, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our opinion and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the aged high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very myopic, bright red Empire garb which emphasized her tiny tits. Her legs were covered in lily-white tights decorated with red nitty-gritty. The leotards seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with Sir Thomas More abandon than usual, and I ( along with the respite of the young person ) was given many glimpse of her crotch and her sweet fiddling bottom, heart-covered in its mean shell. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red haircloth and pink pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her piddling heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines in the expert way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Th night, to go to a movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd charter what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive fair sex of about 35. She had Belinda's blue hair -- though shorter -- and her bedaze blue eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather heights hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the mental process of introducing me to her rather prominent and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, wearing apparel shoes, and a tightly fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."how-do-you-do, Richard. You 'll receive her home by midnight ?"

"Yes, sir,"I promised. I did n't add that my own curfew was 10:00 on school nights.

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the living room."Belinda will be ready in just a little bit. Can I get you a Coke or something ?"

"No, thanks."And she closed the door and left me alone to fidget on the sofa.

But not for long. The doorway opened and an amazingly cute girl stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the threshold behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very last beside me."Belinda 's real excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to collapse me a healthy glimpse of her thighs and a clue of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my thigh with great familiarity."We 're babe, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere near set. require me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My sassing dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an awe-inspiring tongue buss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

This was, of line true, but it seemed grossly unfair to my engagement to be making out with her small sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be fourteen next workweek. Too young ?"She pressed a firm young breast into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do stacks of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert hug with one handwriting and briskly scratching one of my nipple with the other.

My reaction was to jump and run away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't believe it 's right—I mean, I came to see Belinda, and—well—"

"I 'm prettier than her, are n't I ?"She demonstrated this by opening her legs and jutting out her thorax. Her bosom were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad puss was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

I could n't contradict her."That 's not the stop,"I said.

Looking hurt and discomfited, she moved away from me just as the threshold opened and Belinda came in.

"Sorry to maintain you waiting, Richard. Has Steffie been bothering you ?"

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting white top with nipples sexily outlined, and tight blue air slacks clinging to her lower curve, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our good-by to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was delight that, with the entire figurehead seat to select from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a deal between my second joint, finding my puff up penis."Do we really want to go to a film ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this possible variety of architectural plan."Well, I—I think it 's a good one, and—"

She laughed."It 's okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my boldness and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder."You are really to easy to razz, you know."

It's amazing we got to the picture show in one patch. It's really difficult to maneuver a car when it's floating three understructure off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theatre, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"position. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a tenacious, wet, lingering osculation, and she whispered into my oral fissure,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far to a greater extent attention to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a mere high school day bookman, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to spiel with a prick that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my peter strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and make smooth, aphrodisiac scuttlebutt about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her mind to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was agony, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her piece of work. My hand moved to her aphrodisiacal stern ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my script down the rear of her drop-off and found the waistband of her scanty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibration all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen min of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to check the motion-picture show. We spent the next time of day and a half with our eyes on the concealment but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard mamilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my pap hardened at her touch. My handwriting found its way to her private parts, where I could feel the soft pitcher's mound of her sex and the sugariness slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the motion picture ended and the credits began to swan, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorge cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might follow all over the seat in forepart of me.

We walked out of the dramatic art, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my rooster and bollock were swollen and bulging, and I could only move very slowly and carefully.

Once we were back in the Chevy, and she was snuggled up against me once again, I asked,"Where to ? I don't want to go directly home."

"I think I know a place we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my crotch again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded arena not far from her house. We turned up a gravel route and parked in a woodlet of trees. It was dark, but moonshine and illumine from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an sticky bit. It seemed obvious that she wanted to hit dearest, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you require to sit in the front or in the rear ?

She looked at me with a good story, mocking sort of look."The front seat is fine."

So I really didn't know any more than I did before.

But then she opened her slacks and pulled them off in one placid move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her scanty. The car was filled with the nipping odor of her sex.

I moved a script up from her knee to her genital organ and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back seat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the vertebral column. Her naked ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a piffling helpful push right at the moist junction of second joint and buttocks. She tumbled into the spine seat and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy bit glistened in the dim ignitor, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and shorts and clambered into the backrest seat after her, my engorged tool wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a courteous survey of her jolly slight tit and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the brain of my shot up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could get it on her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to reap the process out, to induce it last. I kissed and licked her nipple and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my phallus and stroked it lightly, as if to try its weight and rigorousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger's breadth with my oozings. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to promote hardness and causing me to drop Sir Thomas More thickly juice onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former script unbuttoned my shirt and teased my gruelling nipples, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be careful ... I could derive any second ..."

"No staying powerfulness, Ricky ? I want you to get along, but inside me."

Those words almost made me come then and there."I should have let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have skilful control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could say I'd said the incorrectly thing. Her workforce moved from my soundbox and fell to the car seat."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

"It doesn't subject ... I didn't let her ..."

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to give me a blow job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

Belinda began to shin out from under me."So, there wasn't sentence. How terribly sad for you !"

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. postulate me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by patch, and I did the Lapp with mine, though it was hard to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the back door and stood outside in the swarthiness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"Take me menage, please."

I took her household, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its ruggedness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her house, she barely waited for the car to stop in the drive before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. This hard-on had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the future weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with someone else. For one affair, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her backside, her belly."Good hooey, crick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell rattling,"I said, lowering my face to her genital organ and taking a good long puff of air of her soaked bitch before moving my tongue in to lap up our coalesce juices.

"Know what ?"she said."I'm a rapist."

"Huh ?"

"I'm eighteen. You're not. I have just committed statutory rape."

"You shameless hussy. And me a helpless Loretta Young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your insolent rise. Why, if you were to dishonour me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a political party at church—not because the salutary saint 's account had any item place in our tradition, but because we teenagers needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the metropolis.

We were supposed to come in Irish costume, or at least wear unripened. I just wore low jean, a white shirt and a green singlet along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whiskey or at least British. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever distaff ? This one sure was. Actually, it may throw started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the increase of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the right trick. It was a short outfit, and her bare ovalbumin legs and red whisker made her look Irish indeed.

Of track, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the floor and my besotted cock slid its way inside her."Saints be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warm and lovely I came almost as soon as I started thrusting, but she didn't mind…she just kept me inside her, kept me voiceless, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with ample fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to make out again .