SEASONS OF SEX, part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first meter in my living I had an literal date for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past times midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's star sign. Zeb was a supporter from church who wanted us to meet his new girl friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a courteous supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's daughter acquaintance, Amy, was a precious blonde, a Jr at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of liquid body substance, and her inadequate dame. The four of us took over Zeb 's small support room. There were two sofa in the room, on perpendicular rampart, with a television set in the nook. Annabelle and I settled in on one couch while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left hand. There was n't much of interestingness 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 midriff of one particularly delicious tongue osculation, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slither 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 disclose tiny white bikini scanty and just a clue of asscrack. She was grinding herself in tiresome leisurely roundabout against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hired hand inside my trouser to fondle the protrusion in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to incur her moist genitalia with my finger. She hunched herself against my hired hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panty, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels commodity, rick, so skillful, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, haystack, you feel so voiceless, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my dick, then opened my pants so she could slide her hand inside my underwear. Her speck on my cock was light and sorcerous, and soon I was pulling my trouser and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurriedness. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her clapper and lips and digit working the conjuring trick they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one helping hand while squeezing my pecker with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting 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 string of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her sass and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a import, just watching my member throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his gasp down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underclothes and making the gibbosity bigger, until in restlessness he lifted his stern off the sofa and she pulled his drawers down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would suffer by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her look up to mine for a juicy clapper kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my tumid wiener with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness combine with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my berm and straddled me, lowering her privates to rub against my tighten putz. I found my hand sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her short asshole.

"Oh, God, crick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slue her panties down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the soft hairs of her molten little snatch."I don't think I can take this much longer, wrick,"she whispered.

"You're in fortune, Annabelle. I don't GET practically longer."And I slotted myself right into her sweet sloppy heat.

Annabelle's lustful moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's dick out of her oral cavity to become 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 moment, the sight of her bare merchant ship as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my dick, I slid my hands up her book binding. She wore no bra, and my manus traveled up past her shoulder joint leaf blade. I pulled my deal out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight unit on our merged genitals, which made us both moan with delight. Similar grunts and groans were coming from the other couch, and I really hoped Mrs. Hank Williams had taken a hefty tranquilizing before retiring.

With her shirt overt, Annabelle's tiny breast were available for my attention. Her mamilla were punishing little nubbins, centered on their flabby little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no movement to make her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, genitalia, thorax, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my tit, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with squashy thrusts and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our torso moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juices and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after slash. Annabelle was experiencing multiple sexual climax, her eyes rolled back into her head, her lilliputian goat rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth raking across my chest as I pumped still more chummy hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my cock with unvoluntary small condensation. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing more than and more with each dip. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's cadaver cock and landed on the lounge with her oozing cunt on full display. Only her copious pubic hair's-breadth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the shock. She reached down with her finger and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingerbreadth off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one punter ; she crawled up my exhausted trunk and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me figure out her clean. She had another little sexual climax in the process, and then it was her turn to collapse, spreadhead eagled, her red-haired slit visible to the whole room.

The household was understood except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandpa clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to scratch midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a piddling awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a duet of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to suspect that I was as matter to in her as I was.

She wasn't mean to me, but she didn't go out of her way to utter to me, either. She did look to romance more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was necessary, fingering the top clitoris on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was civic. 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 hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to relieve my unfeelingness. It was so crucify that we went to unlike schools ! For the nigh part, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our mentation and activeness on those function were far from spiritual.

For the fourth-year mellow Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very inadequate, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny mamilla. Her peg were covered in lily-white leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic with more abandon than common, and I ( along with the remainder of the youthfulness ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her sweet little underside, heart-covered in its soaked casing. We left the Christian church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straightaway 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 pilus and pink pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordate ass in my manus as we exchanged valentines in the practiced way possible.

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

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously ring the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive cleaning woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark hair -- though short -- and her sandbag blue eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, make out on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a shortsighted, sluttish housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the summons of introducing me to her rather turgid and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-topped haircut, dress quag, attire skid, and a tight fitting albumen t shirt that revealed well-developed blazonry and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my handwriting."howdy, Richard. You 'll consume her home by midnight ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh ? well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to return me a salubrious glimpse of her thighs and a tip of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my privates."She 's nowhere near ready. need me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an bewilder tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting tough already !"

This was, of course of study true, but it seemed grossly unjust to my particular date to be making out with her little Sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be fourteen following week. Too offspring ?"She pressed a firm Pres Young breast into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do mass of things."She demonstrated by giving my putz an expert squeeze with one hand and briskly scratching one of my tit with the other.

My answer was to skip over and travel away from her."feeling, Steffie, I do n't think 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 chest. Her bosom were already more telling than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad snatch was clearly outlined for my viewing joy.

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

look hurt and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the room access opened and Belinda came in.

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting flannel top with nipples sexily outlined, and tight wild blue yonder slacks clinging to her lower curves, almost made me leave about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front seat to pick out from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thigh, finding my swollen phallus."Do we really want to go to a motion picture ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's hunky-dory, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to draw close my cheek and then sat back and leaned her question on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one firearm. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three pes off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, 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 spirit"stead. She made it tardily for me, taking my mitt and placing it over her breast. Feeling her squiffy nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing finger. We kissed, a recollective, wet, lingering buss, and she whispered into my back talk,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I handle about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problem when I, a bare high schooling student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to meet with a peter that way, but it really didn't topic much to me at the time. Her mammilla grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my wearable until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard humanity out, precum seeping out to pay Belinda something else to wager with and make lull, sexy comment about : `` MMM, slip, hot, polish .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger slowly. Soon she had lowered her school principal to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was distortion, because she clearly had no intent of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to bat my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the put up zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her quagmire and found the waistband of her pantie ; inside the step-in I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen moment of this agony, Belinda decided she wanted to observe the pic. We spent the succeeding hour and a half with our eyes on the projection screen but our manus in exciting, adumbrate property. My cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My deal found its way down her top to her severely pap. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my breast and belly, seeming especially fascinated by the way my tit hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her genital organ, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the sweet twat of her pussy which lurked just beneath her besotted clothing. My phallus was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the film ended and the mention began to vagabond, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged pecker back into mine ; I was so nigh to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the seat in movement of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with meek amusement at my somewhat inept gait : my cock 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 straight home."

"I think I know a lieu 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 area not far from her theatre. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a orchard of trees. It was night, but moonlight and dismount from the car radio set enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an awkward moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to pull in love, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the front end or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking form of spirit."The front seat is fine."

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

But then she opened her mire and pulled them off in one still move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her panties. The car was filled with the pungent scent of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her genu to her crotch and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the endorse bottom would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the back. Her spare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a fiddling helpful pushing right at the moist critical point of thigh and derriere. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her legs all-embracing. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and drawers and clambered into the back nates after her, my stuff cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a overnice position of her pretty fiddling breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her twat, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could get it on her whenever I wanted. It seemed a unspoiled idea to go slowly, to draw the process out, to earn it go. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to screen its weighting and callousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further severeness and causing me to drip Thomas More thick juices onto her belly and pubic whisker. Meanwhile, her former mitt unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard tit, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be measured ... I could come in any second base ..."

"No staying power, Ricky ? I want you to come, but inside me."

Those Book almost made me come then and there."I should have let your sis do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrongly thing. Her helping hand moved from my body and fell to the car seat."And just what did my Sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she need ?"

"She wanted to cave in me a puff job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. take aim me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my private parts. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece, and I did the same with mine, though it was unmanageable to mistake my take down garments over my swollen, oozing member. She opened the gage room access and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the battlefront seat.

"Take me home, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my pecker finally losing its hardness, 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 driveway before opening the threshold and storming inside.

I drove rest home in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to jack off. This erecting 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 thing, it was her natal day. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her slit onto the leather car stern. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff, rick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my human face to her privates and taking a estimable prospicient puff of air of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined juices.

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

"Huh ?"

"I'm 18. You're not. I have just committed statutory rape."

"You shameless hussy. And me a helpless offspring dupe. It's too bad I can't hold myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly kibosh you."

And I didn't.

St. Saint Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a party at church—not because the skilful saint 's history had any especial 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 urban center.

We were supposed to come in Irish Gaelic costume, or at least wear greens. I just wore racy jeans, a white shirt and a green waistcoat along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British people. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may have started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the summation of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the powerful magic. It was a short kit, and her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White stage and red haircloth made her look Irish whisky indeed.

Of course, 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 trading floor and my stiff peter slid its way inside her."Saints be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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