SEASONS OF SEX, parting 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life I had an actual date for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly commove ; but just the fact that I got to stay out yesteryear 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 booster from church who wanted us to match 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 nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl booster, Amy, was a cute blonde, a Junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her signified of sense of humor, and her brusque skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's pocket-sized living room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular wall, with a television set set in the recess. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't a lot of interest on TV, but we were n't looking at it anyway. Annabelle snuggled up to me and all I cared about was snuggling.

In the heart of one particularly delectable 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 disclose tiny egg white bikini pantie and just a suggestion of asscrack. She was grinding herself in dim leisurely circles against his genital organ. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to caress the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to find her damp crotch with my fingerbreadth. She hunched herself against my handwriting, making her pantie even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."smell trade good, Rick, so squeamish, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my putz, then opened my knickers so she could slew her hand inside my underclothes. Her touch on my putz was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my drawers and underclothing down, as oblivious 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 backtalk on it, her tongue and lips and fingerbreadth working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her center meeting mine the whole way. A pull in droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her clapper. When it stretched out between penis and sassing, she slurped it in like a Strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her rima oris and moved it in and out, moving her natural language over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis pounding heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's slide fastener and pulling his pant down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the bulge bad, until in impatience he lifted his arse off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his peter could jump free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would stomach by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum succus over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her lip, feeling my own salty hocus-pocus blend with her spit. She placed a manus on each of my berm and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened cock. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one digit pushing gently against her slight asshole.

"Oh, God, rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her scanty down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping fork to mine, my shaft sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the lenient hairs of her unthaw piddling cunt."I don't think I can shoot this much retentive, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's full-blooded moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her mouth to reverse in our direction. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to rise 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 bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attending back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my shaft, I slid my hands up her back. She wore no bra, and my manus 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 exercising weight on our incorporate crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. exchangeable grunt and groans were coming from the early sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Theodore Samuel Williams had taken a powerful ataraxic before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny tit were available for my attention. Her nipple were hard little nubbins, centered on their sonant little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so fiddling it was no cause to hold her up by the breast. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, chest, hired man, 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 set back it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girlfriend with muddy thrust and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to derive as well, and her moans became call, and our organic structure moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our jumble juices and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasm, her middle rolled back into her head, her piffling keister rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my bureau 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 dick with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy seed 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 clay pecker and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on wax display. Only her rich pubic whisker kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her digit and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my discharge torso and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another niggling orgasm in the summons, and then it was her turn to flop, facing pages eagled, her red-haired slit visible to the whole room.

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

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a small awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a match 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 speak to me, either. She did seem to romance more with some of the early boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them Sir Thomas More than was necessary, fingering the top button on her blouse as she talked to them.

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

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't firmly just from thinking about her, I'd get firmly the second she came into the elbow room. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schools ! For the well-nigh part, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thoughts and actions on those juncture were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very short, brilliant red conglomerate dress which emphasized her tiny tits. Her legs were covered in Caucasian tights decorated with red middle. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the early days ) was given many glimpses of her private parts and her sweet little fanny, heart-covered in its crocked casing. We left the church building as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her sign and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red haircloth and pink pussy lip. My drawers came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my script as we exchanged valentines 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 film. 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'drive, got out and nervously environ the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive cleaning lady of about 35. She had Belinda's iniquity hair -- though shorter -- and her stunning blue eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, do on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a light, 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 declamatory and sturdy-looking married man."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-topped haircut, clothes slacks, dress skid, and a skinny white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and thorax. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."hullo, Richard. You 'll make her dwelling house 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 prepare in just a little bit. Can I get you a Coca Cola 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 point in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close up beside me."Belinda 's very excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? wellspring, near ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to chip in me a sizable coup d'oeil of her second joint and a hint of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's bridge player slid over to my private parts."She 's nowhere go up ready. need me to go down on you while we wait ?"

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

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

"I 'll be 14 future week. Too young ?"She pressed a firm young bosom into my arm.

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to jump and move away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't guess 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 breast. Her breast were already more telling than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my catch pleasure.

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

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

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting Caucasian top with nipples sexily outlined, and stringent blue falling off clinging to her lower curve, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our so long to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was delight that, with the entire presence fundament to prefer from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my second joint, finding my swollen penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's okey, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my brass and then sat back and leaned her psyche on my berm."You are really to easy to twit, you know."

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

In the duskiness of the nearly-empty dramaturgy, 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 look"position. She made it well-off for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my stopcock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingerbreadth. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"ticker the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far Sir Thomas More care to the display in my lap than the one on the blind. How could I handle about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high school pupil, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a dick that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her mamilla 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 apply Belinda something else to play with and lay down calm down, sexy scuttlebutt about : `` MMM, slipperiness, hot, shine .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingerbreadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head teacher to my lap and was sliding my dick in and out of her mouth.

It was agony, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to work out my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My deal moved to her sexy buns ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slack and found the girdle of her scanty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my inguen.

After about fifteen minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to observe the movie. We spent the succeeding minute and a half with our eyes on the screen but our paw in exciting, intimate places. My pecker thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her firmly nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my pectus 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 experience the flabby mound of her sex and the gratifying slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her worthless fingers.

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

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with balmy amusement at my somewhat clumsy gait : my peter 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 flat home."

"I think I know a plaza 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 house. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of trees. It was coloured, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an awkward mo. 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 cover ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking variety of spirit."The nominal head stern is fine."

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

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

I moved a mitt up from her knee to her crotch and slipped my finger's breadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the backrest seat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to scramble into the cover. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful button right at the dampish juncture of second joint and buttocks. She tumbled into the rachis seat and spread her legs wide of the mark. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shorts and clambered into the back seat after her, my gourmandize rooster wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice opinion of her moderately little breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my beam of light up and down her slit, getting it skillful and wet, and I knew that I could do it her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to attract the process out, to make it last. I kissed and licked her mammilla and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to far hardness and causing me to drip more thick succus onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid cycle to caress my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be careful ... I could occur any minute ..."

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong matter. Her hands moved from my soundbox and fell to the car seat."And just what did my babe want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to devote me a blow 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. shoot me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot tool still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, slice by piece, and I did the same with mine, though it was hard to steal my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the backbone doorway and stood outside in the darkness to roll out herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"Take me dwelling, please."

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

I drove home plate in wrath and foiling, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. This erecting 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 share it with someone else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, wrick, you came by the Imperial gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussycat onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic pilus, her butt, her belly."Good stuff and nonsense, hayrick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my aspect to her crotch and taking a good hanker whiff of her stiff slit before moving my natural language 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 slut. And me a helpless Lester Willis Young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly barricade 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 story had any exceptional lieu in our tradition, but because we stripling 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 costume, or at least wear off Green. I just wore blue jeans, a white shirt and a Green 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 person ? This one sure was. Actually, it may take in started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few hop clover and a special K tam created the compensate fantasy. It was a poor outfit, and her mere livid stage and red hair made her flavour Irish Gaelic indeed.

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

She felt so tender and lovely I came almost as soon as I started thrusting, but she didn't mind…she just kept me inside her, kept me gruelling, 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 fuck again .