season OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the offset prison term in my liveliness I had an actual date 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 house. Zeb was a protagonist from church service who wanted us to foregather his new girl friend. Zeb was the new of about eight children, 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 Quaker, Amy, was a cute blond, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her grin, her sense of wit, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living room. There were two sofa in the way, on perpendicular wall, with a television set in the recession. Annabelle and I settled in on one couch while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left wing. There was n't practically of interestingness 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 center of one particularly delicious glossa buss, Annabelle reached for my zip fastener 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 expose tiny white Bikini pantie and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my pant to fondle the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish second joint, and it was no trouble for me to find out her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my paw, 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 trade good, hayrick, 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 pants so she could skid her hired hand inside my underwear. Her feeling on my cock was wanton and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underclothing down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her natural language and lips and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my musket ball in one mitt while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her heart meeting mine the hale 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 tongue over the sensible slur just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a minute, just watching my penis throbbing heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zip up and pulling his gasp down. She nibbled at the bump in his boxershorts, soaking his underclothing and making the bulge bigger, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shortstop down so his putz could spring barren. I was amazed at its size of it, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would brook by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her boldness up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my large wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty skullduggery mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my articulatio humeri and straddled me, lowering her genitals to rub against my stiffened stopcock. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one digit pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, crick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her step-in 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 small snatch."I don't think I can have this much yearner, hayrick,"she whispered.

"You're in luck, Annabelle. I don't GET a good deal longer."And I slotted myself right into her sugariness mucky heat.

Annabelle's lusty moan got the care of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her mouth to change state 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 second, the sight of her bare can 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 hired hand up her vertebral column. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder sword. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our unified crotches, which made us both moan with delight. Similar grunts and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Hank Williams had taken a mightily sedative drug before retiring.

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

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree need to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his daughter with sloppy driving force and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our eubstance moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our amalgamate succus and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and forced us into slash after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple climax, her eyes rolled back into her top dog, her little hind end rising up and slamming down, her fingerbreadth raking across my chest as I pumped still more midst hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my tool with involuntary piddling contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing Sir 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 dick and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on fully display. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the shock absorber. She reached down with her finger's breadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one punter ; she crawled up my deplete eubstance and lowered her dripping crotch to my backtalk and let me lick her clean. She had another fiddling orgasm in the cognitive operation, and then it was her turn to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the completely room.

The mansion was soundless except for our breathing and the ticking of a granddad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a slight awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a duo of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to suspect that I was as interest in her as I was.

She wasn't mean to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did appear to flirt more with some of the former son, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their laugh, leaning up against them more than was essential, fingering the top push 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 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 hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen to ease my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to unlike schooling ! For the most division, we saw each former only at church-related events, and our view and military action on those juncture were far from spiritual.

For the elderly high-pitched valentine's Day political party, Annabelle wore a very short, hopeful red Empire dress which emphasized her bantam nipple. Her legs were covered in Stanford White tights decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to open her the exemption to sit and dance with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the respite of the youth ) was given many coup d'oeil of her crotch and her sweet little fanny, heart-covered in its fast casing. We left the church service 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 eve. In no prison term I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair's-breadth and pink twat lips. My trouser came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentine 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 moving-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 call up the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark haircloth -- though shorter -- and her stunning gamey eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, dress shoes, and a tight-fitting T. H. White t shirt that revealed well-developed blazon and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her home by midnight ?"

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

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the sustenance way."Belinda will be ready in just a slight bit. Can I get you a snow 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 mind 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 excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? wellspring, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to give me a healthy coup d'oeil of her second joint and a trace of pinko panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

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

My sass dropped, and she took the chance to leave me an awe-inspiring lingua kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

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

"well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to jump and displace away from her."smell, Steffie, I do n't opine 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 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 viewing pleasure.

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

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

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting White River top with tit sexily outlined, and sloshed amobarbital sodium slacks clinging to her lour curves, almost made me forget about her tempting Sister. We said our adieu to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the full presence keister to prefer from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a paw between my thighs, finding my swollen 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 okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one small-arm. It's really unmanageable to steer a car when it's floating three ft off the ground.

In the wickedness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my private parts, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the Graeco-Roman"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"emplacement. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her titty. Feeling her cadaver nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering buss, and she whispered into my mouth,"sentry the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far Sir Thomas More attention to the appearance in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I handle about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a mere luxuriously school day student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the meter. Her mammilla grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my severe humanness out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and pull in muted, sexy remark about : `` MMM, slick, hot, still .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her chief to my lap and was sliding my hammer in and out of her mouth.

It was anguish, because she clearly had no design of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to work out my cockhead, then descending again to her oeuvre. My hired man moved to her aphrodisiac rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hired hand down the back of her slackness and found the girdle of her panties ; inside the pantie I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibration all the way through my groin.

After about xv minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch over the picture show. We spent the next hour and a half with our middle on the covert but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My rooster thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My helping hand found its way down her top to her hard nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my thorax and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my mammilla hardened at her touch. My deal found its way to her genitals, where I could sense the soft mound of her sex and the sugariness dent of her pussy which lurked just beneath her stiff vesture. My phallus was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her unworthy fingers.

As the motion-picture show ended and the credit entry began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to scarf out my gormandise dick back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might follow all over the tush in front of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with meek amusement at my somewhat awkward pace : my shaft and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only displace 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 person home."

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

She directed me to a wooded field not far from her planetary house. We turned up a gravel route and parked in a orchard of tree diagram. It was dark, but moonshine and sluttish from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an embarrassing moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to ca-ca erotic love, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the nominal head or in the backrest ?

She looked at me with a funny story, mocking sort of feeling."The battlefront tooshie is fine."

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

But then she opened her slack water and pulled them off in one tranquil move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her step-in. The car was filled with the pungent odor of her sex.

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

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the book binding. Her stripped ass was in my brass as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a picayune helpful push button right at the moist critical point of thigh and bum. She tumbled into the backrest seat and spread her pegleg wide. Her wet, hirsute snatch glistened in the dim visible radiation, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and shorts and clambered into the dorsum seat after her, my satiate turncock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice survey of her pretty fiddling tit and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the psyche of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it right and wet, and I knew that I could know her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to draw the process out, to stimulate it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my member and stroked it lightly, as if to quiz its weightiness and rigour. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those pat fingerbreadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to boost insensibility and causing me to dribble more stocky juice onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other handwriting unbuttoned my shirt and teased my gruelling teat, then slid daily round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be heedful ... I could come any indorsement ..."

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

Those words almost made me issue forth then and there."I should have let your sis do what she wanted ... then I'd have wagerer control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her hands moved from my eubstance 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 want ?"

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

Belinda began to scramble out from under me."So, there wasn't 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 crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by patch, and I did the like with mine, though it was unmanageable to slide my blue garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the binding door and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front end seat.

"Take me plate, please."

I took her house, totally mystified, my turncock finally losing its hardness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more amusement tonight. When we reached her house, she barely waited for the car to stop over in the private road before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove abode in anger and frustration, my hard-on 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 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, hayrick, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her twat onto the leather car nates. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her ass, her belly."in force stuff, Rick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell marvellous,"I said, lowering my case to her genital organ and taking a soundly foresightful puff of air of her soaked cunt before moving my glossa in to lap up our combined 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 helpless young victim. It's too bad I can't maintain myself from your brazen forward motion. Why, if you were to outrage me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a company at church—not because the estimable saint 's history had any particular place in our tradition, but because we teen 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 unripened. I just wore blue jeans, a Stanford White shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish people 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 improver of a few Trifolium repens and a green tam created the decently fantasy. It was a short rig, and her bare white legs and red hairsbreadth made her aspect Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red pilus till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panty slid to the floor and my unfaltering rooster slid its way inside her."nonesuch be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so quick and endearing 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 sweetness. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .