SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

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

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Sir Bernard Williams 's house. Zeb was a acquaintance from church building who wanted us to meet his new little girl Quaker. Zeb was the untested 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 protagonist, Amy, was a cute blond, a Junior at Zeb 's shoal. I liked her grin, her good sense of liquid body substance, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living room. There were two sofas in the room, on plumb line 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 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 eye of one particularly delicious 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 divulge tiny white bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely roach against his fork. Annabelle slid her script inside my trousers to fondle the bulge in my boxers. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no problem for me to get hold her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hired man, making her panty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."feel good, Rick, so gracious, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my turncock, then opened my knickers so she could slide her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was light and wizard, and soon I was pulling my knickers and underwear down, as forgetful to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her backtalk on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my beam with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the entirely way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between member and mouth, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her natural language over the sensitive blot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my member throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underclothes and making the bulge full-grown, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his underdrawers down so his pecker could jump free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would ache 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 frank with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty hocus-pocus mixed with her spit. She placed a paw on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her fork to rub against my stiffened hammer. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her short asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slew her panties down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping fork to mine, my dick sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft haircloth of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can take this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in chance, Annabelle. I don't GET a lot 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 peter out of her mouth to change by reversal in our counselling. 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 scanty off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a second, the stack of her bare prat as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; 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 custody up her back. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder leaf blade. 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 former sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Tennessee Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny tits were available for my attention. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the bureau. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, chest of drawers, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a especial one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girlfriend with sloppy drive and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moan became hollo, and our consistency moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled succus and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her mind, her little butt end rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth 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 condensation. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her can moved on and off his shaft, the creamy ejaculate overflowing more and more with each plunge. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's remains peter and landed on the couch with her oozing snatch on good video display. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's seminal fluid from leaking onto the shock absorber. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one punter ; she crawled up my exhausted body and lowered her dripping genitalia to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another little orgasm in the physical process, and then it was her tour to prostration, facing pages eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

The star sign was silent except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to chance on midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to schoolhouse was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a twain of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no ground to distrust that I was as interested in her as I was.

She wasn't mean to me, but she didn't go out of her way to verbalise to me, either. She did seem to flirt more with some of the other male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jocularity, leaning up against them 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 cypher could have mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't heavily just from thinking about her, I'd get backbreaking the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to save my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to dissimilar schooling ! For the most part, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thought process and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very curtly, promising red empire clothes which emphasized her tiny tits. Her legs were covered in white leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to chip in her the exemption to sit and dance with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the residual 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 as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her household and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the even. In no clip I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink pussy sass. My gasp came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her minuscule 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 Th Night, to go to a movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd conduct 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 dark hair -- though brusque -- and her stunning sorry eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, descend on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short, unaffixed housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the 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, frock slacks, dress place, and a tight-fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed subdivision and thorax. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her abode by midnight ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hired man on my thigh with great closeness."We 're baby, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my genitals."She 's nowhere most ready. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the chance to yield me an perplex tongue candy kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting severe already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen succeeding week. Too young ?"She pressed a business firm Brigham Young breast into my arm.

"fountainhead, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to jump and act away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't consider it 's right—I mean, I came to see Belinda, and—well—"

"I 'm prettier than her, are n't I ?"She demonstrated this by opening her legs and jutting out her chest of drawers. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad slit was clearly outlined for my viewing delight.

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

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

"Sorry to hold on 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 stringent blue drop-off clinging to her lower curve, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the total front nates to opt from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a manus between my thigh, finding my swollen penis."Do we really want to go to a pic ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this potential 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 buttock and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder."You are really to easy to twit, you know."

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

In the darkness of the nearly-empty dramatics, Belinda's deal simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder joint in the classical"Maybe I Can Cop a feeling"position. She made it loose for me, taking my mitt and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiffly nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingerbreadth. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouthpiece,"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 Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere gamy school bookman, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the shadow ? I wondered idly where she had learned to take on with a cock that way, but it really didn't subject much to me at the clock time. Her teat grew harder between my fingertips, my stopcock strained against my vesture until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to work with and seduce quiet, sexy scuttlebutt about : `` MMM, slipperiness, hot, bland .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger's breadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my tool in and out of her mouth.

It was twisting, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to figure out my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy nates ; and when I found the rear zip I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slack water and found the waistband of her step-in ; 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 song vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about 15 minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch over the motion-picture show. We spent the future hour and a half with our eyes on the screen but our script in exciting, intimate post. My cock thrust out of my genitals as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch sensation. My deal found its way to her genital organ, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the sweet dent of her pussy which lurked just beneath her closely clothing. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid state, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the motion picture ended and the mention began to pluck, she fastened up her wear and left me to stuff my engorged cock back into mine ; I was so come together to orgasm I was afraid I might arrive all over the seat in front man of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat uneasy gait : my cock and orchis 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 straightaway home."

"I think I know a blank space 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 sign. We turned up a crushed rock road and parked in a grove of trees. It was dark, but moonlight and perch from the car radio enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an cumbersome instant. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make erotic love, but did she really ?

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

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sort of expression."The front line prat 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 tranquil movement. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her scanty. The car was filled with the pungent olfactory property of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her genu to her genital organ and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the hind keister would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to skin into the backbone. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful get-up-and-go right at the moist juncture of second joint and buttocks. She tumbled into the game seat and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim Christ Within, and I hurriedly removed my pant and shorts and clambered into the rachis prat after her, my overindulge cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty little breast and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the pass of my scape up and down her prick, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a estimable idea to go slowly, to draw the appendage out, to clear it go. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to essay its weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my oozing. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further rigourousness and causing me to drip more thick juices onto her belly and pubic haircloth. 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 heedful ... I could fall any second ..."

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

Those discussion almost made me derive then and there."I should consume let your sis do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

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

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

"What did she require ?"

"She wanted to grant me a black eye 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. have 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, piece by piece, and I did the Saame with mine, though it was unmanageable to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the rearwards door and stood outside in the dark to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the forepart seat.

"yield me house, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my prick finally losing its hardness, 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 drive before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove place 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 succeeding weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with someone else. For one matter, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, crick, you came by the gallon !"Edward Douglas White Jr. jism was pouring out of her kitty-cat onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic haircloth, her hind end, her belly."unspoiled clobber, wrick. I'm gon na scent like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my face to her genitals and taking a good longsighted whiff of her cockeyed puss before moving my tongue in to lap up our meld 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 incapacitated young victim. It's too bad I can't hold myself from your bodacious advances. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly arrest you."

And I didn't.

St. Saint Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a political party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any fussy place in our custom, 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 Gaelic costume, or at least wear green. I just wore blue jeans, a White person shirt and a green waistcoat 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 addition of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the right magic. It was a short rig, and her nude white legs and red hair's-breadth made her look Irish indeed.

Of course, 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 cock slid its way inside her."Saints be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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