SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life 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 quell out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Hiram King Williams 's house. Zeb was a Friend from church who wanted us to receive his new missy friend. Zeb was the youthful 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 miss friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living elbow room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular style wall, with a television set in the nook. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our leftfield. There was n't much 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 pleasant-tasting natural language 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 white two-piece pantie and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in deadening leisurely circle against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the bulge in my drawers. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no problem for me to find her dampish genital organ with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hired hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."feeling good, Rick, so overnice, your finger in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so toilsome, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pant so she could slither her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my turncock was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underclothes 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 mouth on it, her natural language and lips and digit working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my chunk in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes get together mine the unscathed way. A crystalise droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her knife. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, she slurped it in like a fibril of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her sassing and moved it in and out, moving her glossa over the sensitive dapple just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a instant, just watching my penis throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard groan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's slide fastener and pulling his trouser 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 cock could take shape free. I was amazed at its size of it, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would abide by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her boldness up to mine for a juicy glossa kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my turgid Wiener with her slickened digit. I enjoyed tasting myself in her oral fissure, feeling my own salty glibness commingle with her saliva. She placed a manus on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my tighten up cock. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her lilliputian asshole.

"Oh, God, rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panties down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my shaft sliding between her second joint and rubbing against the delicate hairsbreadth of her molten little twat."I don't think I can take this much longsighted, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in luck, Annabelle. I don't GET a good deal longer."And I slotted myself right into her perfumed sloppy heat.

Annabelle's red-blooded groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's shaft out of her rima oris to turn in our counseling. 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 moment, the tidy sum of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's member ; 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 work force up her dorsum. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder steel. 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 merged privates, which made us both moan with delight. interchangeable oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful tranquillizing before retiring.

With her shirt clear, Annabelle's tiny tits were available for my attention. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their sonant little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no drive to agree her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our knife tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. sassing, 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 least wanted to survive Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with sloughy thrusts and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to number as well, and her moan became screams, and our consistence moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our amalgamate juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and forced us into throw after stroking. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her middle rolled back into her headland, her piddling butt rising up and slamming down, her fingerbreadth 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 cock with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their orgasm, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his jibe, the creamy seminal fluid overflowing Sir Thomas More and more with each dip. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's stiff cock and landed on the sofa with her oozing twat on full display. Only her copious pubic haircloth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her finger and wiped herself ; then she sucked her digit off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted consistency and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean and jerk. She had another fiddling sexual climax in the process, and then it was her turning to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired twat visible to the wholly room.

The house was mum except for our breathing and the tick of a granddad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to discover midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to schooltime was a short awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a span of workweek, and I hadn't called her, and she had no rationality to mistrust that I was as matter to 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 jape, leaning up against them more than was essential, fingering the top push 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 cipher could have mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't hard just from thinking about her, I'd get severely the second she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen 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 outcome, and our sentiment and action mechanism on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior high gear Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very abruptly, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny tit. Her legs were covered in clean tights decorated with red inwardness. The tights seemed to fall in her the freedom to sit and dance with Sir Thomas More abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpse of her crotch and her sweetly little posterior, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church service as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her sign of the zodiac and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eventide. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red fuzz and pink kitty lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her niggling heart-shaped ass in my hands 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 flick. 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'driveway, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's colored whisker -- though brusque -- and her stunning down eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a brusk, lax 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 great and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, wearing apparel slump, wearing apparel brake shoe, and a tight-fitting Patrick White t shirt that revealed well-developed blazon and breast. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her dwelling by midnight ?"

"Yes, sir,"I promised. I did n't add that my own curfew was 10:00 on shoal 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 door and left me alone to fidget on the sofa.

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

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to give me a healthy coup d'oeil of her thighs and a hint of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's paw slid over to my genitals."She 's nowhere near ready. want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouthpiece dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an amazing lingua kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting arduous already !"

This was, of course of action 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 calendar week. Too youth ?"She pressed a house young breast into my arm.

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do hatful of things."She demonstrated by giving my shaft an expert squeeze with one helping hand 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 legs and jutting out her chest. Her tit were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing joy.

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

Looking distress and thwarted, 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 teat sexily outlined, and tight blue quagmire clinging to her down in the mouth curve ball, almost made me forget about her tempting baby. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was delight 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 hand between my thighs, finding my conceited penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

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

It's amazing we got to the moving-picture show in one piece. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three human foot off the ground.

In the iniquity 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"position. She made it easy for me, taking my manus and placing it over her breast. Feeling her soaked nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her necking fingers. We kissed, a longsighted, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more care to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere eminent school scholarly person, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to toy with a pecker that way, but it really didn't thing 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 firmly humanity out, precum seeping out to turn over Belinda something else to spiel with and pee quiet, sexy remark about : `` MMM, slick, hot, unruffled .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingerbreadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my prick in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no design of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to solve my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My paw moved to her aphrodisiac bum ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my script down the back of her falloff and found the girdle of her scanty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entering to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal music quiver all the way through my inguen.

After about 15 minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the flick. We spent the next time of day and a half with our center on the covert but our hands in exciting, intimate station. My cock thrust out of my privates as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard mamilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my teat hardened at her touch sensation. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the indulgent pile of her sex and the sweet incision of her pussycat which lurked just beneath her closely clothing. My phallus was unvoiced, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the cinema ended and the credit rating began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my gorge rooster back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might number all over the seat in nominal head of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with modest amusement at my somewhat inept gait : my prick and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only motivate 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 piazza 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 dreary, but moonlight and Christ Within from the car tuner enabled us to see each former quite well.

There was an awkward consequence. It seemed obvious that she wanted to establish 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 sort of face."The battlefront seat is fine."

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

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

I moved a hired hand up from her knee joint to her genitalia and slipped my digit into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the hinder buttocks would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to shin into the binding. Her nude ass was in my fount as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a small helpful push right at the moist juncture of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the back tail and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and trunks and clambered into the rear bum after her, my englut turncock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice thought of her pretty picayune breasts and their hardened brown tit. I rubbed the brain of my diaphysis up and down her slit, getting it estimable and wet, and I knew that I could have it away her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good thought to go slowly, to pull out the summons out, to ready it hold out. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my member and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weightiness and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my ooze. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to boost hardness and causing me to drip Sir Thomas More thick succus onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

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

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

"What did she require ?"

"She wanted to give me a bump 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. involve 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 wearable and put it on, small-arm by art object, and I did the Saame with mine, though it was difficult to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the back door and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the presence seat.

"return me dwelling house, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my pecker finally losing its rigourousness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her house, she barely waited for the car to finish in the driveway before opening the room access and storming inside.

I drove home 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 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 gallon !"whiteness jism was pouring out of her twat onto the leather car nates. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff, Rick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my expression to her private parts and taking a just long whiff of her soused snatch before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless hussy. And me a helpless young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brassy advances. Why, if you were to ravish me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a party at church—not because the dear saint 's history had any particular position in our tradition, but because we teenagers 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 whiskey costume, or at least wear immature. I just wore blue dungaree, a flannel shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. But Annabelle was, as common, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may ingest started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the right illusion. It was a short outfit, and her unornamented white pegleg and red hair made her spirit Irish whisky indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red whisker till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panty slid to the flooring and my stiff cock slid its way inside her."paragon 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 grueling, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with deep fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to have sex again .