time of year OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first clip in my life I had an actual date for New year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; 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 Williams 's house. Zeb was a Quaker from church who wanted us to meet his new girl friend. Zeb was the youngest 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 blond, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her grinning, her sense of humor, and her shortsighted skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's minuscule living room. There were two sofas in the room, on vertical walls, with a television set in the box. Annabelle and I settled in on one lounge while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much of pursuit 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 middle of one particularly delightful glossa osculation, Annabelle reached for my zipper 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 mini hiked up to let out tiny white-hot Bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow down leisurely circles against his genitals. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the prominence in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thigh, and it was no worry for me to find her moist genitals with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my finger's breadth were inside her scanty, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels trade good, hayrick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my peter, then opened my pants so she could slew her hand inside my underclothes. Her jot on my cock was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my bollock in one hand while squeezing my putz with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her optic coming together 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 mouth, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensible spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my phallus throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the way and saw that Amy was now on her stifle fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his bloomers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the extrusion bigger, until in impatience he lifted his tail off the couch and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would suffer by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy knife kiss, and smearing my copious precum juice over my turgid wiener with her slickened digit. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty skulduggery mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened peter. I found my mitt sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her trivial asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her pantie down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my shaft sliding between her second joint and rubbing against the mild whisker of her melt down little cunt."I don't think I can take this much farseeing, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the care of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her mouth to sour 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 step-in off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a instant, the survey 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 back. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder blades. I pulled my work force out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our mix crotches, which made us both moan with delight. standardised oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a mighty sedative before retiring.

With her shirt give, Annabelle's tiny tits were available for my attending. Her nipples were knockout little nubbins, centered on their easy minuscule breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to make her up by the chest. When our rima oris met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, genitals, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my pap, and I somehow knew the coming climax would be a special one.

I tried to prorogue it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with sloppy thrusts and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to follow as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our unify 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 read/write head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her finger raking across my dresser as I pumped still more thick hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my rooster with involuntary little condensation. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her ass moved on and off his peter, the creamy semen overflowing to a greater extent 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 clay peter and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on wax display. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's cum from leaking onto the shock absorber. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her finger's breadth off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted body and lowered her dripping genitalia to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another small climax in the process, and then it was her turn to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired slit visible to the totally room.

The planetary house was silent except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

passing back to schooling was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a yoke of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no rationality to suspect 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 dally more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jape, leaning up against them to a greater extent than was necessity, fingering the top clit 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 suffer 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 grueling the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to let off my rigour. It was so frustrative that we went to dissimilar school ! For the most division, we saw each other only at church-related upshot, and our thoughts and action mechanism on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior mellow Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very brusk, bright red imperium dress which emphasized her bantam breast. Her wooden leg were covered in white tights decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to reach her the freedom to sit and dance with more abandon than common, and I ( along with the eternal rest of the juvenility ) was given many glimpses of her fork and her sweet niggling bottom, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church service as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual person 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 knock pussy lips. My trouser came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordate ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the best 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 rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark hair -- though shortsighted -- 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 inadequate, promiscuous housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high up hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the process of introducing me to her rather large and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, dress skid, and a tight-fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed munition and thorax. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."how-do-you-do, Richard. You 'll hold 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 blow or something ?"

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

But not for long. The door 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 conclude beside me."Belinda 's really excited about going out with you."

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

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

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

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

This was, of course of instruction dependable, but it seemed grossly unfair to my engagement to be making out with her piddling sis."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 lots of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert squeeze with one hired man and briskly scratching one of my nipples with the other.

My response was to jump and move away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't think it 's right—I mean value, I came to see Belinda, and—well—"

"I 'm prettier than her, are n't I ?"She demonstrated this by opening her stage and jutting out her breast. Her boob were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad slit was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasance.

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

look distress and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the door 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 white top with tit sexily outlined, and pixilated blue slack clinging to her lower curve, almost made me forget about her tempting Sister. We said our cheerio to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the intact front tail to prefer from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thigh, finding my swollen member."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

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

It's amazing we got to the movie in one musical composition. It's really difficult to manoeuvre a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my genitals, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"posture. She made it well-fixed for me, taking my helping hand and placing it over her tit. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a prospicient, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"lookout the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more aid to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I handle about Dustin Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a simple richly school scholarly person, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the night ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the metre. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock 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 prepare quiesce, sexy comment about : `` MMM, slick, hot, placid .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger's breadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, 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 employment. My deal moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the rear of her falling off and found the sash of her panties ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entranceway to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about XV minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to ascertain the movie. We spent the next hour and a one-half with our eyes on the cover but our hands in exciting, intimate place. My turncock thrust out of my private parts as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hired man found its way down her top to her gruelling nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her genital organ, where I could finger the soft mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight vesture. My member was severe, throbbing, and oozing liquid state, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the film ended and the cite began to roll, she fastened up her vesture and left me to gourmandize my engorged cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might follow all over the seat in front of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my dick and balls 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 consecutive 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 area not far from her business firm. We turned up a crushed rock road and parked in a grove of trees. It was dark, but Moon and light from the car radio enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an awkward minute. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make love, but did she really ?

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

She looked at me with a funny, mocking kind of look."The movement ass 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 politic move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her scanty. The car was filled with the barbed odor of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee joint to her crotch and slipped my finger's breadth 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 back. Her bare ass was in my fount as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful get-up-and-go right at the damp juncture of second joint and buttocks. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her wooden leg wide. Her wet, haired pussy glistened in the dim sparkle, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and trunks and clambered into the back up tush after her, my congested prick wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty piffling breasts and their hardened brown mamilla. I rubbed the head of my diaphysis up and down her slit, getting it beneficial and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to soak up the summons out, to make it last-place. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hired man moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to examine its weight and rigorousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingerbreadth with my oozing. Those guileful finger's breadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further ruggedness and causing me to drip more compact juice onto her belly and pubic pilus. Meanwhile, her early hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my intemperate tit, then slid stave to caress my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be measured ... I could total any mo ..."

"No staying tycoon, Ricky ? I want you to occur, but inside me."

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could narrate I'd said the improper thing. Her hands moved from my body and fell to the car hindquarters."And just what did my baby want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. Take me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my privates. She fumed and fussed as she found her wearable and put it on, patch by piece, and I did the Sami with mine, though it was difficult to fall away my dispirited garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the cover room access and stood outside in the darkness to unbend herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"proceeds me home, please."

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

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

But the next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to part it with person else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, kink, you came by the congius !"Caucasian jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttock, her belly."Good stuff, crick. I'm gon na tone like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell marvellous,"I said, lowering my face to her genitalia and taking a good long puff of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our merge 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 lost Loretta Young dupe. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen betterment. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly stop 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 good saint 's history had any particular place in our tradition, but because we teen needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the city.

We were supposed to get in Irish Gaelic costume, or at least wear dark-green. I just wore downhearted jeans, a bloodless shirt and a cat valium vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. 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 got started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the add-on of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the decent conjuring trick. It was a short turnout, and her publicize Stanford White leg and red pilus made her look Irish indeed.

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

She felt so warm and adorable 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 fertile fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .