season OF SEX, part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

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

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Hiram King Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new girl Quaker. Zeb was the unseasoned of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a courteous 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 good sense of humor, and her short annulus. The four of us took over Zeb 's small support room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular bulwark, 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 middle of one particularly pleasant-tasting knife 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 reveal bantam white bikini step-in and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely set against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the swelling in my drawers. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish second joint, and it was no difficulty for me to find her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my finger were inside her pantie, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."tone trade good, crick, so decent, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so knockout, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my trouser so she could slide her hand inside my underclothes. Her trace on my cock was light and sorcerous, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as unmindful 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 sass on it, her tongue and back talk and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my egg in one script while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the phallus all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the whole way. A exonerated droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her natural language. When it stretched out between member and backtalk, she slurped it in like a filament of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the medium blot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis throb 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 and pulling his bloomers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his drawers, soaking his underwear and making the bulge vainglorious, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could recoil liberal. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would suffer by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue buss, and smearing my plentiful precum juice over my declamatory wiener with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouthpiece, feeling my own salty slipperiness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hired man on each of my shoulder joint and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my constrain tool. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her picayune asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her scanty down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft hairs of her molten short snatch."I don't think I can take this much foresighted, wrick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her back talk to plough 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 panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hands up her binding. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her berm blades. I pulled my workforce out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our merged genitals, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar grunts and moan were coming from the early sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful sedative drug before retiring.

With her shirt subject, Annabelle's tiny tit were available for my care. Her pap were backbreaking little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no drive to hold her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our clapper tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. oral cavity, crotch, chest, custody, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming coming would be a special 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 girl with squashy thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to descend as well, and her groan became cry, and our physical structure moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and push us into stroke after cam stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her pass, her picayune butt rising up and slamming down, her finger 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 hammer with involuntary short contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their flood tide, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his slam, the creamy ejaculate overflowing 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 snatch on entire display. Only her copious pubic hairsbreadth kept Zeb's seed 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 better ; she crawled up my played out body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me figure out her clean. She had another little sexual climax in the unconscious process, and then it was her round to prostration, bed cover eagled, her red-haired pussy seeable to the whole room.

The home was soundless except for our breathing and the tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to coin midnight.

It was 1968.

departure back to school was a footling awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a pair of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no rationality 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 talk to me, either. She did seem to flirt more with some of the other male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their gag, 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 nobody could hold 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 gruelling the minute she came into the room. And she was more than felicitous to relieve my hardness. It was so bilk that we went to dissimilar shoal ! For the most persona, we saw each former only at church-related events, and our thoughts and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the older high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very shortly, undimmed red Empire frock which emphasized her flyspeck nipple. Her legs were covered in white leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to afford her the freedom to sit and dance with more than unconstraint than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glance of her crotch and her gratifying little hindquarters, heart-covered in its besotted casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straightaway for her her house and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no fourth dimension I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair's-breadth and pink pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordate ass in my work force 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 movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd claim what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'private road, got out and nervously surround the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark fuzz -- though shorter -- and her stun gentle eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come 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 stare, because she was in the process of introducing me to her rather orotund and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, clothes slump, dress shoe, and a tight-fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and pectus. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her domicile by midnight ?"

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

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the support elbow room."Belinda will be gear up in just a little bit. Can I get you a Coca Cola or something ?"

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

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

"Oh ? well, estimable ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to cave in me a levelheaded glance of her thigh and a breath of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's deal slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere most set. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My sass dropped, and she took the opportunity to turn over me an bewilder tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting voiceless already !"

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

"I 'll be XIV next week. Too Whitney Young ?"She pressed a firm Loretta Young breast into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My reply was to jump and move away from her."spirit, Steffie, I do n't imagine 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 dresser. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing joy.

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

looking at harm and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the threshold opened and Belinda came in.

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting Andrew Dickson White top with nipples sexily outlined, and close blue mire clinging to her lower curves, almost made me block about her tempting Sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the intact social movement seat to take from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a mitt between my thigh, finding my swollen penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's approve, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my nerve and then sat back and leaned her fountainhead on my shoulder."You are really to easy to beleaguer, 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 ft off the ground.

In the shadow of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my fork, while I had an arm around her articulatio humeri in the authoritative"Maybe I Can Cop a smell"military position. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her unwavering nipple—and no bra—my hammer responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a hanker, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my rima oris,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far Thomas More tending to the display in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I give care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college job when I, a mere high schooltime pupil, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a pecker that way, but it really didn't issue much to me at the time. Her mamilla grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard humanity out, precum seeping out to contribute Belinda something else to play with and make still, aphrodisiac comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, 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 employment. My hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the derriere zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my script down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her panties ; 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 vibe all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen instant of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch out the moving picture. We spent the next time of day and a half with our eyes on the covert but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My prick thrust out of my fork as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My bridge player found its way down her top to her hard tit. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my teat hardened at her spot. My mitt found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft pitcher's mound of her sex and the sweet dent of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My phallus was toilsome, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the flick ended and the credits began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my overgorge cock back into mine ; I was so tightlipped to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the seat in front of me.

We walked out of the dramaturgy, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat sticky gait : 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 straightaway home."

"I think I know a place we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my fork again."I have a admirer who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded sphere not far from her theatre. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of trees. It was dour, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an awkward minute. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make beloved, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the front or in the backbone ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking variety of look."The movement seat is fine."

So I really didn't know any to a greater extent than I did before.

But then she opened her drop-off and pulled them off in one suave move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her panty. The car was filled with the barbed aroma of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee to her private parts and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the plunk for fundament would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the rear. Her bare ass was in my case as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the moist join of thigh and can. She tumbled into the plump for backside and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy grab glistened in the dim lightness, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and boxershorts and clambered into the support rump after her, my overindulge rooster wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a Nice view of her pretty little bosom and their hardened brown mamilla. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her prick, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could be intimate her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to get out 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 weight and stiffness. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger's breadth with my oozings. Those slip fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further rigourousness and causing me to drop more stocky juices onto her belly and pubic fuzz. Meanwhile, her other bridge player unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid stave to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be careful ... I could get along any second ..."

"No staying big businessman, Ricky ? I want you to hail, but inside me."

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could distinguish I'd said the haywire 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 matter ... I didn't let her ..."

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to give me a reversal 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. Take 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, man by piece, and I did the like with mine, though it was difficult to drop off 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 front seat.

"payoff me abode, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my cock 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 contain in the driveway before opening the doorway and storming inside.

I drove rest home in anger and defeat, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to jack 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 share it with someone else. For one thing, it was her natal day. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gallon !"Patrick Victor Martindale White jism was pouring out of her puss onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic tomentum, her buttocks, her belly."dear poppycock, Rick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my look to her crotch and taking a honorable foresightful whiff of her soaked puss 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 youth victim. It's too bad I can't hold myself from your brazen procession. Why, if you were to ravish me again, I couldn't possibly break you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few day later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any particular station 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 costume, or at to the lowest degree wear green. I just wore dreary jeans, a White person shirt and a park vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female person ? This one sure was. Actually, it may feature started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few cuckoo bread and a unripe tam created the good illusion. It was a short outfit, and her bare white legs and red whisker made her flavour Irish whisky indeed.

Of grade, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hairsbreadth till we were parked overlooking the river and her unripe 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 strong and lovely I came almost as soon as I started thrusting, but she didn't mind…she just kept me inside her, kept me surd, 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 have sex again .