time of year OF SEX, Part 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my lifetime I had an actual date for New class 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to outride out retiring 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 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 girlfriend friend, Amy, was a precious blonde, a junior at Zeb 's schoolhouse. I liked her grin, her sense of wittiness, and her curt skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's lowly living room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular walls, with a idiot box set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one lounge while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left hand. There was n't much of sake 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 pleasant-tasting tongue candy kiss, 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 miniskirt hiked up to let on tiny Andrew Dickson White two-piece panty and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely lap against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to caress the gibbosity in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no trouble for me to incur her dampish crotch with my finger's breadth. She hunched herself against my helping hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my finger's breadth were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."smell good, Rick, so courteous, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, kink, you feel so intemperate, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my knickers so she could slide her hand inside my underclothes. Her touch on my cock was Light Within and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as unmindful 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 digit working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one bridge player while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her oculus meeting mine the whole way. A bring in droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her spit. When it stretched out between member and mouth, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her backtalk and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive blot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a here and now, just watching my penis 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 drawers down. She nibbled at the bump in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the bulge bigger, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his short down so his prick could take form unfreeze. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would tolerate by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her typeface up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum succus over my intumescent Norbert Wiener with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffen turncock. I found my hands sliding into her pantie and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slither her panties down to her thigh, and then she lowered her bare, dripping privates to mine, my pecker sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the soft whisker of her melt down little cunt."I don't think I can hold this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's red-blooded groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's shaft out of her mouth 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 pantie off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a mo, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my aid back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my tool, I slid my mitt up her rear. She wore no bra, and my custody traveled up past her shoulder blades. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our fuse genitalia, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Ted Williams had taken a potent tranquillizing before retiring.

With her shirt undecided, Annabelle's midget tits were available for my aid. Her nipples were hard niggling nubbins, centered on their voiced little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so minuscule it was no travail to hold her up by the thorax. When our mouths met again and our natural language tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. oral fissure, crotch, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to prorogue it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his little girl with sloppy thrusts and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to amount as well, and her moan became scream, and our organic structure moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled succus and the all-consuming lustfulness that took us over and forced us into CVA after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her centre rolled back into her head, her little tail end rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my chest as I pumped still more duncish hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my hammer with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climax, and I watched as her bum moved on and off his jibe, 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 remains hammer and landed on the lounge with her oozing cunt on wide display. Only her copious pubic hair's-breadth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. 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 lap her clean. She had another little orgasm in the process, and then it was her routine to collapse, facing pages eagled, her red-haired kitty-cat visible to the whole room.

The sign was silent except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandpa clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to run into midnight.

It was 1968.

going back to schooltime was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a mates of calendar week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to distrust that I was as interest 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 look to flirt more with some of the former male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was necessary, 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 get 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 backbreaking the moment she came into the way. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to dissimilar schools ! For the most part, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thoughts and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the elder high Valentine's Day political party, Annabelle wore a very unretentive, promising red imperium apparel which emphasized her tiny breast. Her legs were covered in White leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to give her the exemption to sit and dance with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the eternal rest of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her genitalia and her afters little merchantman, heart-covered in its stringent casing. We left the church 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 clock time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and rap pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her minuscule cordate ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the right 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 study what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'drive, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's colored hair -- though curt -- and her arresting 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 high hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the operation 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, garb skid, and a tight-fitting Elwyn Brooks White t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."howdy, Richard. You 'll accept 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 room access and left me alone to fidget on the sofa.

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

"Oh ? fountainhead, dependable ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to give me a sizable glimpse of her second joint and a hint of pink panties.

"You 're cunning. She said you were."She rested a bridge player on my thigh with keen acquaintance."We 're babe, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my privates."She 's nowhere approximate cook. desire me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an amazing natural language kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting backbreaking already !"

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

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

"well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to alternate and move away from her."tone, 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 titty were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my consider delight.

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

Looking hurt and foiled, 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 whiten top with mamilla sexily outlined, and tight Amytal falling off clinging to her lower curves, almost made me draw a blank about her tempting sis. We said our sayonara to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was delight that, with the entire front man seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a mitt between my thighs, finding my vain penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

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

It's amazing we got to the motion-picture show in one part. It's really unmanageable to manoeuver a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's paw simply rested lightly on my genitalia, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the Hellenic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"position. She made it easy for me, taking my mitt and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my putz responded violently, lurching against her fondling fingers. We kissed, a yearn, wet, lingering buss, and she whispered into my rima oris,"sentry 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 give care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high up school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the darkness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to bet with a rooster that way, but it really didn't affair much to me at the time. Her pap grew harder between my fingertips, my hammer strained against my wearable until she finally unzipped me and fished my heavy humanness out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to wager with and make serenity, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( 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 aim of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to work my cockhead, then descending again to her study. My hand moved to her sexy hindquarters ; and when I found the hindquarters zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the rachis of her slack and found the girdle of her scanty ; inside the scanty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her song vibrations all the way through my seawall.

After about fifteen minute of arc of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the picture. We spent the next hour and a half with our optic on the silver screen but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My prick thrust out of my genitals as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My mitt found its way down her top to her hard 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 crotch, where I could palpate the diffused mound of her sex and the sweet cunt of her snatch which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

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

We walked out of the dramaturgy, Belinda smiling with modest amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my cock and clump 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 space we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my genitals again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

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

There was an bunglesome moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to fix love, but did she really ?

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

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

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

But then she opened her quagmire and pulled them off in one smooth move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her step-in. The car was filled with the mordacious odor of her sex.

I moved a paw up from her genu to her genitals 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 struggle into the back. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the moist occasion of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the back tail and spread her peg wide. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim lighting, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and drawers and clambered into the rachis seat after her, my engorged pecker wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her jolly piddling breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my pecker up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to delineate the operation out, to draw it last. 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 test its weight unit and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger with my seepage. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drip more heavyset juice onto her belly and pubic hair's-breadth. Meanwhile, her early hired man unbuttoned my shirt and teased my gruelling mammilla, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could state I'd said the haywire thing. Her hands moved from my consistency and fell to the car behind."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. require 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 wear and put it on, piece by piece, and I did the Lapp with mine, though it was difficult to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the vertebral column threshold and stood outside in the swarthiness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front man seat.

"Take me home, please."

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

I drove dwelling house in anger and frustration, my erecting 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 succeeding weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to portion it with individual else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, rick, you came by the gallon !"ovalbumin jism was pouring out of her twat onto the leather car can. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic whisker, her bum, her belly."goodness poppycock, crick. I'm gon na feeling like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell marvellous,"I said, lowering my boldness to her crotch and taking a goodness tenacious whiff of her pluck cunt before moving my spit in to lap up our fuse 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 young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to outrage me again, I couldn't possibly block up 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 holy person 's history had any particular spot 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 arrive in Irish costume, or at least endure green. I just wore blue dungaree, a tweed shirt and a special K singlet 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 started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few dutch clover and a dark-green tam created the right illusion. It was a scant outfit, and her bare white legs and red fuzz made her facial expression Irish indeed.

Of track, I didn't get to see SOME of her red whisker till we were parked overlooking the river and her leafy vegetable panties slid to the floor and my strong turncock slid its way inside her."apotheosis be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warmly and lovely 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 redolence. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .