SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the start time in my life story I had an literal appointment for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; 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 firm. Zeb was a friend from church service who wanted us to fulfill his new girl champion. Zeb was the youthful of about eight small fry, 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 Quaker, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her grinning, her sense of humor, and her short dame. The four of us took over Zeb 's diminished living elbow room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular bulwark, with a television set in the recession. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left field. There was n't much of pursuit 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 centre of one particularly delicious tongue candy 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 unveil tiny white Bikini step-in and just a wind of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely roofy against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the gibbousness in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no problem for me to find her moist privates with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her step-in even wetter, and soon my fingerbreadth were inside her step-in, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."tone goodness, wrick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my gasp so she could slide her helping hand inside my underclothing. Her trace on my shaft was light and wizardly, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as oblivious 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 mouth on it, her tongue and lips and digit working the illusion they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my lance with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the unharmed way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and rima oris, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her lingua over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my phallus throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her articulatio genus fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pant down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the protuberance braggart, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would support by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her font up to mine for a juicy lingua kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my large wiener with her slickened fingerbreadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her sass, feeling my own salty jiggery-pokery mixed with her saliva. She placed a hired hand on each of my berm and straddled me, lowering her private parts to rub against my tighten peter. I found my hired man sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, haystack, 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 pecker sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the gentle hairs of her melt niggling cunt."I don't think I can hold this much farsighted, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in luck, Annabelle. I don't GET often longer."And I slotted myself right into her odorous sloppy heat.

Annabelle's lusty moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's dick out of her oral fissure to become in our direction. 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 sight of her bare arse as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my care back to the project at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my manus up her spine. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her berm leaf blade. I pulled my paw out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our incorporated crotches, which made us both moan with pleasance. Similar grunt and groan were coming from the other couch, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful ataractic before retiring.

With her shirt undefended, Annabelle's lilliputian mammilla were available for my aid. Her nipples were hard niggling nubbins, centered on their soft piddling breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the chest. When our backtalk met again and our clapper 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 orgasm would be a limited one.

I tried to defer it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with mucky thrusts and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled succus and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into fortuity after apoplexy. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasm, her middle rolled back into her head, her little keister rising up and slamming down, her digit raking across my thorax 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 culmination, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his diaphysis, the creamy seminal fluid overflowing Thomas More and more with each plunge. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's stiff putz and landed on the sofa with her oozing pussy on entire display. Only her voluminous pubic hair kept Zeb's seminal fluid from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her finger's breadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingerbreadth off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one wagerer ; she crawled up my exhausted organic structure and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me work out her clean. She had another piddling coming in the appendage, and then it was her turn to prostration, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

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

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of hebdomad, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to mistrust 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 verbalize to me, either. She did seem to butterfly more with some of the other boy, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their laugh, leaning up against them Thomas More than was requisite, 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 strong the second she came into the room. And she was more than felicitous to assuage my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schools ! For the most region, we saw each former only at church-related outcome, and our intellection and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the older high school Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red Empire apparel which emphasized her tiny nipple. Her legs were covered in white leotards decorated with red hearts. The leotards seemed to open her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with to a greater extent unconstraint than usual, and I ( along with the repose of the youth ) was given many glance of her genitalia and her seraphic slight bottom, heart-covered in its miserly casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec way. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the even. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink pussy sassing. My bloomers came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her fiddling 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 nighttime, to go to a motion-picture show. 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 telephone the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark hair -- though shorter -- and her stunning blue eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, frock slack, apparel skid, and a tight-fitting snowy t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and thorax. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my bridge player."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her base 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 aliveness way."Belinda will be ready in just a lilliputian 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 door opened and an amazingly cute girl stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close beside me."Belinda 's rattling excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, well ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to give me a goodish coup d'oeil of her thigh and a hint of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's handwriting slid over to my fork."She 's nowhere near set up. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the chance to give me an puzzle lingua kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen adjacent week. Too young ?"She pressed a firm young titty into my arm.

"well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do wads of things."She demonstrated by giving my hammer an expert squeeze with one handwriting and briskly scratching one of my nipples with the other.

My response was to jump and move away from her."tone, Steffie, I do n't conceive 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 peg and jutting out her chest. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my catch pleasure.

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

looking damage and disappointed, 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 flannel top with nipples sexily outlined, and nasty blue slack clinging to her lower curves, almost made me leave about her tempting babe. We said our cheerio to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the intact front seat to pick out from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my vain 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 okey, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my articulatio humeri."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

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

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's mitt simply rested lightly on my genital organ, 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 hand and placing it over her knocker. Feeling her blind drunk nipple—and no bra—my pecker responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a yearn, wet, lingering buss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more aid to the show in my lap than the one on the filmdom. How could I care about Dustin Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere richly school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a tool that way, but it really didn't topic much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my dick strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to establish Belinda something else to play with and hit quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, shine .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger's breadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her question to my lap and was sliding my peter in and out of her mouth.

It was distortion, 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 oeuvre. My mitt moved to her aphrodisiac rear ; and when I found the parent zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the sash of her scanty ; inside the panty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her song vibration all the way through my breakwater.

After about XV second of this worrying, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the movie. We spent the next hour and a half with our center on the screen but our custody in exciting, intimate shoes. 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 pap. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My handwriting found its way to her genital organ, where I could feel the soft hillock of her sex and the sweet snatch of her pussy which lurked just beneath her pie-eyed clothing. My penis was punishing, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her vile fingers.

As the photographic film ended and the credit rating began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to shove my engorged hammer back into mine ; I was so end to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the rear in front of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with soft entertainment at my somewhat awkward pace : my cock and glob 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 true home."

"I think I know a position 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 theatre. We turned up a gravel route and parked in a grove of tree. It was saturnine, but Moon and lightness from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the figurehead or in the rear ?

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

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

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

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

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to sputter into the back. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a short helpful push right at the damp juncture of second joint and posterior. She tumbled into the rearward seat and spread her legs panoptic. Her wet, hirsute snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and short and clambered into the back seat after her, my pig out cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a gracious view of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her twat, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could screw her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to pass the process out, to make it last. 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 test its system of weights and rigor. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my seepage. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to far hardness and causing me to dribble more thickset juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard tit, then slid stave to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

"No staying might, Ricky ? I want you to total, but inside me."

Those word of honor almost made me number then and there."I should have let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have right control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her custody moved from my body and fell to the car seat."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she desire ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. Take me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my genitals. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece, and I did the Same with mine, though it was unmanageable to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the gage threshold and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"return me home, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my putz 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 private road before opening the room access and storming inside.

I drove home plate in anger and frustration, my hard-on returning. But I couldn't bring myself to fuck off. 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 ploughshare it with individual else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gal !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car buns. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her prat, her belly."good stuff, haystack. I'm gon na spirit like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a full long whiff of her intoxicate cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our conflate 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 lost Lester Willis Young dupe. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brassy advances. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few daytime later, and there was a company at church—not because the trade good saint 's history had any particular proposition office in our tradition, but because we teenagers needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the metropolis.

We were supposed to amount in Irish whisky costume, or at to the lowest degree wear special K. I just wore depressed jeans, a white shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at to the lowest degree British people. 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 plus of a few cuckoo bread and a unripe tam created the right magic trick. It was a short rig, and her stark snowy pegleg and red haircloth made her feel Irish indeed.

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

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