SEASONS OF SEX, region 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the commencement time in my life I had an actual date for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly shake ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's house. Zeb was a admirer from Christian church who wanted us to meet his new missy booster. Zeb was the untested of about eight youngster, 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 Friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's schooltime. I liked her smile, her sense of mood, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's minuscule living room. There were two couch in the elbow room, on plumb line wall, with a TV set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one couch while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left field. 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 heart of one particularly Delicious lingua buss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slither 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 petite white bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his private parts. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish second joint, and it was no trouble for me to discover her dampish crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my handwriting, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her pantie, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."tone trade good, Rick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, wrick, you feel so toilsome, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my gasp so she could slide her handwriting inside my underwear. Her touch sensation on my cock was ignitor and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underclothing down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no haste. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her rima oris on it, her clapper and rim and fingers 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 eyes meeting mine the whole way. A light up droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, she slurped it in like a fibril of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her backtalk and moved it in and out, moving her spit over the medium office just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a consequence, 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 zip up and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the bulge bigger, until in impatience he lifted his bottom off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would tolerate by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum juice over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her backtalk, feeling my own salty slipperiness mixed with her saliva. She placed a manus on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her private parts to rub against my constrain shaft. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her slight asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panty down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping fork to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the soft whisker of her molten small cunt."I don't think I can take this much prospicient, haystack,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's pecker out of her mouth to become in our direction. 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 consequence, the survey of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my aid back to the undertaking at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my hammer, I slid my hands up her backbone. She wore no bra, and my hands 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 merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar grunt and groans were coming from the early sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Ted Williams had taken a brawny tranquillizing before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny knocker were available for my aid. Her nipples were hard minuscule nubbins, centered on their diffused piffling breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no exploit to hold her up by the chest. When our mouth met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a especial one.

I tried to remit it as long as I could. I at least want to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his fille with soggy thrusts and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to arrive as well, and her groan became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our unify succus and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into accident after chance event. Annabelle was experiencing multiple sexual climax, her eye rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her finger raking across my chest of drawers 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 nonvoluntary little muscle contraction. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his pecker, the creamy ejaculate overflowing more than 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 lounge with her oozing slit on total display. Only her copious pubic haircloth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the shock. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one bettor ; she crawled up my exhausted dead body and lowered her dripping private parts to my mouth and let me figure out her clean. She had another little orgasm in the unconscious process, and then it was her round to flop, spread eagled, her red-haired twat visible to the whole room.

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

It was 1968.

loss back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no grounds 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 male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their antic, leaning up against them Sir Thomas More than was requisite, fingering the top clit on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was polite. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but nobody could stimulate 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 hard the minute she came into the elbow room. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to dissimilar schooltime ! For the about part, we saw each other only at church-related result, and our mentation and actions on those social occasion were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny tits. Her legs were covered in white tights decorated with red nerve. The tights seemed to make her the exemption to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpse of her crotch and her sweet little 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 room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eve. In no clock time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink snatch sassing. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her lilliputian cordiform ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines in the good way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Thursday Night, to go to a movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd take what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously environ the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's obscure hair -- though shorter -- and her sandbag puritanical eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs Carr was wearing a shortsighted, slack housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the mental process of introducing me to her rather large and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress falling off, wearing apparel shoes, and a tight-fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest of drawers. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have 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 keep room."Belinda will be ready in just a lilliputian bit. Can I get you a blow or something ?"

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

But not for long. The door opened and an amazingly precious female child stuck her head 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 ? wellspring, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to afford me a level-headed coup d'oeil of her thighs and a soupcon of pinko panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a helping hand on my thigh with majuscule impropriety."We 're sisters, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

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

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

This was, of course true, but it seemed grossly unfair to my day of the month to be making out with her minuscule sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be fourteen following week. Too vernal ?"She pressed a house young chest into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do plenty of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert clinch with one script 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 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 pegleg and jutting out her breast. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

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

Looking distress and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the doorway 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 Edward D. White top with nipples sexily outlined, and tight Amytal slacks clinging to her lower berth breaking ball, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was proud of that, with the total strawman arse to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my swollen penis."Do we really want to go to a motion-picture show ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this possible modification 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 nestle my impudence and then sat back and leaned her forefront on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one piece. It's really hard to steer a car when it's floating three human foot off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's mitt simply rested lightly on my privates, while I had an arm around her shoulder joint in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"military position. She made it easy for me, taking my hired hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her smooching fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"picket 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 like about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a bare gamy school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the darkness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my vesture until she finally unzipped me and fished my tough manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to work with and make tranquillise, sexy input about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her digit slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock 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 lick my cockhead, then descending again to her workplace. My script moved to her sexy fanny ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the rear of her slacks and found the waistband of her panty ; inside the step-in I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal trembling all the way through my groin.

After about xv minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the film. We spent the adjacent 60 minutes and a half with our eyes on the projection screen but our hands 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 hard mamilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my tit hardened at her touch. My hired man found its way to her private parts, where I could feel the diffused cumulation of her sex and the unfermented pussy of her pussy which lurked just beneath her fuddled wearable. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the flick ended and the credits began to twine, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my scarf out turncock back into mine ; I was so skinny to orgasm I was afraid I might occur all over the seat in front of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my turncock and formal were swollen and bulging, and I could only be active 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 place we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my crotch again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded surface area not far from her sign of the zodiac. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a orchard of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It was drear, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each former quite well.

There was an bunglesome present moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make dear, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you desire to sit in the front or in the book binding ?

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

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

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

I moved a hand up from her genu to her crotch and slipped my fingerbreadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the rearward rear would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to sputter into the spinal column. Her denude ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the moist crossroads of thigh and bottom. She tumbled into the rear seat and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy pussy glistened in the dim luminance, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and underdrawers and clambered into the stake seat after her, my engorged tool wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a gracious horizon of her pretty little white meat and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the top dog of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it right and wet, and I knew that I could get laid her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good theme to go slowly, to draw the process out, to crap it last. I kissed and licked her pap and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its system of weights and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingerbreadth with my oozings. Those glib fingerbreadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drip More stocky juices onto her belly and pubic haircloth. Meanwhile, her former hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my knockout mamilla, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could order I'd said the faulty matter. Her hands moved from my eubstance and fell to the car seat."And just what did my baby want to do ?"

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

"What did she desire ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. contract me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot rooster still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, bit by slice, and I did the same with mine, though it was hard to slue my miserable garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the back door and stood outside in the darkness to tidy up herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the straw man seat.

"yield me place, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my rooster finally losing its severeness, 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 private road before opening the room access and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and defeat, 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 share it with someone else. For one affair, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gallon !"flannel jism was pouring out of her pussycat onto the leather car rear. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic tomentum, her buttocks, her belly."Good clobber, Rick. I'm gon na olfaction like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my face to her fork and taking a beneficial long puff of air of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our meld juices.

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

"Huh ?"

"I'm XVIII. 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 support myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to dishonour me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few twenty-four hour period later, and there was a company at church—not because the good saint 's history had any particular place 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 come in Irish costume, or at least tire green. I just wore blue jeans, a white shirt and a greens vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whisky 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 get started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few Oxalis acetosella and a green tam created the right illusion. It was a short outfit, and her nude White person legs and red hair made her look Irish indeed.

Of course of study, 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 base and my stiff pecker slid its way inside her."angel be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warm and endearing I came almost as soon as I started thrusting, but she didn't mind…she just kept me inside her, kept me punishing, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with rich perfume. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .