time of year OF SEX, Part 2

winter, 1967-68

It was Dec 31, 1967, and for the first of all time in my living I had an real escort for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly excite ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past tense midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's household. Zeb was a supporter from church who wanted us to meet his new girlfriend booster. Zeb was the untested of about eight baby, and his widow 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 cunning blond, a Junior at Zeb 's schooltime. I liked her smile, her sense of bodily fluid, and her forgetful skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's minor livelihood way. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular wall, with a television set in the quoin. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left field. There was n't very much of pastime 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 midriff of one particularly delicious lingua kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slip 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 give away lilliputian white two-piece panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow up leisurely circuit against his privates. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the hump in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to obtain her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, 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 stopcock, then opened my gasp so she could slue her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was light and magical, 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 phallus was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her natural language and mouth and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my glob in one manus while squeezing my shaft with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her center meeting mine the whole way. A cleared droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and backtalk, she slurped it in like a Strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouthpiece and moved it in and out, moving her knife over the raw blot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a minute, just watching my penis pounding heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her stifle fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the hump in his short, soaking his underwear and making the bump bigger, until in impatience he lifted his fundament 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 stick out by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my rich precum juices over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingerbreadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slipperiness flux with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my constrain shaft. I found my deal sliding into her pantie and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one digit pushing gently against her little 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 crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft hairs of her mellow out little cunt."I don't think I can take in this much retentive, rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's red-blooded moan got the care of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her rima oris to work in our direction. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to mount on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a instant, the sight of her bare tail as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the labor at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my dick, I slid my hands up her back. She wore no bra, and my handwriting 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 flux privates, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar grunts and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt candid, Annabelle's flyspeck tits were available for my attending. Her mamilla were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft fiddling breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to throw her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our lingua tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, dresser, hired man, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a particular one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least cherished to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with sloppy thrusts and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to get as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingle juices and the all-consuming luxuria that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her straits, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my pectus as I pumped still more fatheaded hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my cock with nonvoluntary petty contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their coming, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his prick, the creamy seminal fluid 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 clay stopcock and landed on the lounge with her oozing pussy on broad showing. Only her plenteous pubic fuzz kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. 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 exhausted organic structure and lowered her dripping private parts to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another short orgasm in the procedure, and then it was her bit to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the hale room.

The house was silent except for our external respiration and the tick of a granddad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

sledding back to schooling was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of weeks, 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 verbalise to me, either. She did look to flirt more with some of the early boy, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their trick, leaning up against them Thomas More than was necessary, fingering the top button 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 nonentity could possess mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't grueling just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to let off my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to unlike schooling ! For the to the highest degree part, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thoughts and natural process on those social occasion were far from spiritual.

For the fourth-year high valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very short, undimmed red Empire apparel which emphasized her tiny pap. Her peg were covered in white tights decorated with red heart and soul. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more abandon than common, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her scented lilliputian bottom, heart-covered in its blind drunk shell. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red pilus and knock pussy lips. My knickers came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her lilliputian heart-shaped ass in my manpower 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 dark, to go to a moving picture. 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'drive, got out and nervously ring the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark hair's-breadth -- though shorter -- and her bedaze blue eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, dress place, and a tightfitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed weapon system and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my deal."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 schooltime nights.

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

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

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

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

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a manus on my thigh with great indecorum."We 're sister, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's helping hand slid over to my genitalia."She 's nowhere near make. desire me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My sassing dropped, and she took the opportunity to dedicate me an bewilder tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

This was, of course true, but it seemed grossly unjust to my date to be making out with her fiddling sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be fourteen next week. Too young ?"She pressed a house Lester Willis Young knocker into my arm.

"fountainhead, not exactly, but ..."

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

My reception was to startle and make a motion away from her."looking, 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 wooden leg and jutting out her chest. Her knocker were already more telling than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my reckon pleasure.

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

looking for distress and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the door opened and Belinda came in.

"Sorry to keep open you waiting, Richard. Has Steffie been bothering you ?"

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting white top with nipples sexily outlined, and tight wild blue yonder slackness clinging to her lower breaking ball, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our bye-bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front seat to select from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my swollen member."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"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 nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her caput 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 foundation off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty dramaturgy, Belinda's hired man simply rested lightly on my privates, 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 script and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my dick responded violently, lurching against her cuddling fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the show in my lap than the one on the silver screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a mere gamy school bookman, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a hammer 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 habiliment until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and cook quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, still .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my pecker in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no design of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her workplace. My deal moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slack water and found the waistband of her panties ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy incoming to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen hour of this torture, Belinda decided she wanted to look out the film. We spent the next time of day and a one-half with our heart on the silver screen but our hands in exciting, intimate stead. My cock 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 nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her feeling. My hand found its way to her genitalia, where I could feel the easy hillock of her sex and the sweet incision of her kitty-cat which lurked just beneath her stringent clothing. My penis was punishing, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her despicable fingers.

As the picture show ended and the credits began to roam, she fastened up her clothing and left me to squeeze my engorged dick back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might fare all over the keister in front man of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat ill at ease gait : my rooster and balls 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 straight home."

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

She directed me to a wooded orbit not far from her star sign. We turned up a gravel route and parked in a grove of trees. It was dark, but moonlight and lightheaded from the car radio enabled us to see each former quite well.

There was an awkward moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to micturate love, but did she really ?

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

She looked at me with a good story, mocking sort of looking at."The presence seat is fine."

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

But then she opened her falling off and pulled them off in one placid relocation. 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 deal up from her genu to her private parts and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back tail would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to struggle into the back. Her au naturel ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the damp juncture of thighs and can. She tumbled into the back backside and spread her legs all-embracing. Her wet, hirsute snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my pant and drawers and clambered into the second seat after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a overnice view of her reasonably little boob and their hardened brown pap. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to draw the process out, to spend a penny it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her bridge player moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozing. Those slipperiness fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to dribble more boneheaded juice onto her belly and pubic haircloth. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my intemperate mamilla, then slid circle to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be careful ... I could number any endorsement ..."

"No staying force, Ricky ? I want you to make out, but inside me."

Those Bible almost made me come then and there."I should bear let your babe do what she wanted ... then I'd have adept control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her hands moved from my body and fell to the car place."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 collapse me a blow job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. contain me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my genital organ. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, spell by slice, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to skid my lower garments over my swollen, oozing member. She opened the dorsum door and stood outside in the duskiness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the battlefront seat.

"Take me home, 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 stop in the private road before opening the threshold and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to jack off. This erecting 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 birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, rick, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her cunt onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff, kink. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell tremendous,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good recollective whiff of her soaked cunt before moving my glossa in to lap up our coalesce juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless slut. And me a helpless vernal victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advancement. 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 Clarence Day later, and there was a party at church—not because the proficient nonsuch 's history had any finical home 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 up in Irish people costume, or at least weary green. I just wore blue jeans, a white shirt and a putting surface singlet 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 distaff ? This one sure was. Actually, it may throw started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the plus of a few shamrocks and a common tam created the right illusion. It was a short kit, and her bare blanched legs and red pilus made her smell Irish indeed.

Of line, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair's-breadth till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the floor and my stiff dick slid its way inside her."apotheosis be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so lovesome 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 ample fragrancy. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to have a go at it again .