SEASONS OF SEX, share 2

winter, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the get-go clip in my lifetime I had an actual particular date for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly charge up ; 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 house. Zeb was a champion from church building who wanted us to meet his new lady friend champion. Zeb was the young of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl ally, Amy, was a cute blond, a junior at Zeb 's schooling. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her shortstop skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living elbow room. There were two sofas in the way, on perpendicular walls, with a television 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 a great deal 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 middle of one particularly yummy tongue 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 reveal tiny white-hot two-piece panties and just a trace of asscrack. She was grinding herself in wearisome leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the bulge in my shortstop. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no trouble for me to find oneself her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my bridge player, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."flavor goodness, Rick, so nice, your finger in me, oh God, oh, crick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my knickers so she could slide her mitt inside my underwear. Her touch modality on my stopcock was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my gasp and underwear down, as unmindful to the others in the way 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 oral cavity on it, her tongue and lips and fingerbreadth working the trick they had learned so well. She cradled my testis in one hired hand while squeezing my tool with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her oculus meeting mine the wholly way. A unclouded droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and sass, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her spit over the raw billet 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 slide fastener and pulling his drawers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his short pants, soaking his underwear and making the prominence handsome, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the lounge and she pulled his trunks down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its size of it, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would stick out by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my rich precum juices over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouthpiece, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulder joint and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffen cock. I found my men sliding into her pantie and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little 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 fork to mine, my rooster sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the diffused hairs of her evaporate little cunt."I don't think I can carry this much longer, kink,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's stopcock out of her mouth to turn in our focusing. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to wax on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the deal of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's phallus ; but then I turned my attention back to the task 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 manpower 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 free weight on our unify private parts, which made us both moan with pleasure. exchangeable oink and moan were coming from the early sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. William Carlos Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt overt, Annabelle's flyspeck tits were available for my attention. Her nipple were voiceless little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold in her up by the chest. When our mouth met again and our spit tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, dresser, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipple, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a special one.

I tried to remit it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his miss with swampy driving force and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple sexual climax, her eyes rolled back into her head, her fiddling butt rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my chest 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 shaft with involuntary piffling contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her butt moved on and off his scape, the creamy semen overflowing Thomas 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 sofa with her oozing cunt on full exhibit. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingerbreadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one bettor ; she crawled up my worn out physical structure and lowered her dripping crotch to my sassing and let me solve her clean and jerk. She had another little orgasm in the unconscious process, and then it was her round to prostration, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the hale room.

The house was silent except for our external respiration and the tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to impinge on midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason 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 flirt more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was requirement, fingering the top button 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 deliver mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't firmly just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute of arc she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrative that we went to unlike schools ! For the most portion, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our cerebration and action at law on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the fourth-year high valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very unforesightful, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny tits. Her leg were covered in blanched tights decorated with red Black Maria. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more wildness than usual, and I ( along with the quietus of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her sweet trivial bottom, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church building as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual for her her house and her parents'rec elbow 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 hairsbreadth and rap puss rim. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped 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 pic. 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 cleaning woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark hair -- though unretentive -- and her stunning sorry eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, hail on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs Carr was wearing a short-circuit, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the process of introducing me to her rather gravid 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 shoes, and a tight fitting Patrick White t shirt that revealed well-developed limb and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."howdy, Richard. You 'll have her dwelling house by midnight ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh ? fountainhead, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to give me a healthy glance of her thighs and a confidential information of pink panties.

"You 're cunning. She said you were."She rested a script on my thigh with bang-up acquaintance."We 're sis, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's mitt slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere approach ready. need me to go down on you while we wait ?"

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

This was, of course genuine, but it seemed grossly unfair to my engagement to be making out with her little sis."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be XIV next workweek. Too young ?"She pressed a firm new boob 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 credit crunch with one hired man and briskly scratching one of my nipples with the other.

My reception was to jump and move away from her."facial expression, 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 legs and jutting out her thorax. Her chest were already more telling than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my view pleasure.

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

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

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting flannel top with mammilla sexily outlined, and tight blue slacks clinging to her low curve, almost made me forget about her tempting baby. We said our bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

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

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

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

It's amazing we got to the film in one piece. It's really difficult to maneuver a car when it's floating three metrical foot off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater of operations, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my genital organ, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a spirit"position. She made it tardily for me, taking my deal and placing it over her titty. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her kissing digit. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering candy kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more tending to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I manage about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problem when I, a mere high school day student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the night ? I wondered idly where she had learned to meet with a cock that way, but it really didn't subject much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my stopcock strained against my wearable until she finally unzipped me and fished my grueling humanity out, precum seeping out to present Belinda something else to playact with and make quiet, aphrodisiacal scuttlebutt 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 intent of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her employment. My hired man moved to her aphrodisiacal rear end ; and when I found the rear slide fastener I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her morass and found the girdle of her panty ; inside the panty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken vibrations all the way through my bulwark.

After about 15 minutes of this bedevilment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the movie. We spent the next minute and a half with our heart on the screen but our workforce in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my fork as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her knockout nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my pap hardened at her touch modality. My hand found its way to her genital organ, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquidity, which she licked from her ugly fingers.

As the celluloid ended and the mention began to roll, she fastened up her article of clothing and left me to stuff my overeat cock back into mine ; I was so airless to orgasm I was afraid I might total all over the buttocks in battlefront of me.

We walked out of the theatre, Belinda smiling with meek amusement at my somewhat ill at ease pace : my cock 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 unbowed home."

"I think I know a plaza we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my privates 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 route and parked in a grove of tree. It was dark, but moonlight and sparkle from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the movement or in the spine ?

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

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

But then she opened her falloff and pulled them off in one smooth motility. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her scanty. The car was filled with the pungent odour of her sex.

I moved a hired hand up from her knee to her genitalia and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back rear end would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to sputter into the backrest. Her naked ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful energy right at the moist junction of thigh and buttocks. She tumbled into the back stern and spread her legs widely. Her wet, hairy cunt glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my pant and underdrawers and clambered into the back buns after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her middling little tit and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my pecker up and down her incision, 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 take in the process out, to piddle it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my phallus and stroked it lightly, as if to quiz its weight and callousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those slick digit slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drip more thick juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my laborious nipples, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be deliberate ... I could come any second ..."

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrongfulness matter. Her mitt moved from my torso and fell to the car bottom."And just what did my babe want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. rent me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot prick still wobbling from my privates. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, small-arm by opus, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip my downcast garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the rear doorway and stood outside in the swarthiness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front line seat.

"return me home, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my prick finally losing its insensibility, 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 door and storming inside.

I drove base in angriness 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 future weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to ploughshare it with someone 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 !"Caucasian jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic pilus, her ass, her belly."Good stuff, rick. I'm gon na tone like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell howling,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a secure farsighted puff of air of her slopped cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined 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 untested victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen procession. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly hold on you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few day later, and there was a political party at church—not because the good saint 's chronicle had any particular blank space 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 come in Irish Gaelic costume, or at least bust green. I just wore blue jeans, a gabardine shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at to the lowest degree 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 summation of a few Oxalis acetosella and a K tam created the right illusion. It was a short outfit, and her bare lily-white legs and red hair made her look Irish people 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 stiff stopcock 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 hard, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with plenteous sweetness. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to jazz again .