SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was Dec 31, 1967, and for the first time in my animation I had an existent particular date for New twelvemonth 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to abide out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's family. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new fille friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight kid, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a squeamish supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's female child friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her short chick. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living elbow room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular bulwark, with a television set 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 practically 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 yummy tongue candy kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to skid 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 tiny livid bikini panty and just a wind of asscrack. She was grinding herself in tiresome leisurely circuit against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the gibbousness in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish second joint, and it was no trouble for me to determine her dampish fork with my digit. She hunched herself against my bridge player, making her panties even wetter, and soon my finger's breadth were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, wrick, so nice, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, hayrick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my tool, then opened my pant so she could slew her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was light and sorcerous, and soon I was pulling my drawers and underwear down, as unmindful to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my member was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her sass on it, her knife and lips and fingerbreadth working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one bridge player while squeezing my shaft with the early ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes confluence 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 mouth, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her oral fissure and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, 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 fastener and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the swelling in his boxers, soaking his underwear and making the bulge cock-a-hoop, until in impatience he lifted his hindquarters off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would abide by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy spit osculation, and smearing my copious precum juice over my tumescent wienerwurst with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty trickery mixed with her saliva. She placed a helping hand on each of my shoulder joint and straddled me, lowering her genital organ to rub against my stiffened cock. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, crick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slew her panties down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping private parts to mine, my prick sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the soft hairs of her dissolve little cunt."I don't think I can take this much farseeing, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's rooster out of her mouth to turn in our focusing. 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 panty off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a instant, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the undertaking at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my hammer, I slid my hands up her back. She wore no bra, and my mitt traveled up past her articulatio humeri brand. I pulled my deal out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weightiness on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. alike oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a brawny sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's flyspeck nipple were usable for my attending. Her mammilla were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no travail to take for her up by the dresser. When our mouthpiece met again and our natural language tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. rima oris, crotch, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my teat, and I somehow knew the coming coming would be a special one.

I tried to prorogue it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young woman with swampy thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to hail as well, and her moans became screams, and our consistency moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our commix juices and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her straits, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth raking across my chest of drawers as I pumped still more heavyset hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my shaft with unvoluntary footling compression. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her butt moved on and off his ray, the creamy semen 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 stiff dick and landed on the sofa with her oozing twat on full display. Only her copious pubic hair's-breadth kept Zeb's come from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her finger and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted trunk and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me thrash her clean. She had another little orgasm in the process, and then it was her bend to collapse, bed covering eagled, her red-haired kitty-cat seeable to the whole room.

The house was mute except for our breathing and the tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a piffling awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a pair of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to suspect 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 speak to me, either. She did seem to coquette more with some of the other boy, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was requirement, 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 cipher could have 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 hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than felicitous to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schooltime ! For the most part, we saw each other only at church-related upshot, and our thoughts and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior highschool Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red Empire clothes which emphasized her tiny boob. Her legs were covered in white tights decorated with red hearts. The leotards seemed to pass on her the exemption to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her sweet little hind end, heart-covered in its slopped shell. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her theater 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 hair and knock pussy mouth. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her petty heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines in the proficient 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 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 call the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's shadow hair -- though forgetful -- and her stunning risque eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, clothes slacks, attire skid, and a skinny white t shirt that revealed well-developed arm and thorax. 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 living room."Belinda will be quick in just a little bit. Can I get you a snow or something ?"

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

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

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to give me a sizable glimpse of her second joint and a tinge of garden pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my second joint with great closeness."We 're sisters, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my genital organ."She 's nowhere near gear up. require me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an amazing natural language kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

This was, of course honest, but it seemed grossly unfair to my date to be making out with her small Sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

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

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do pot of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert credit crunch with one hired man and briskly scratching one of my nipples with the other.

My reaction was to jump and run away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't cogitate 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 branch and jutting out her chest. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad kitty-cat was clearly outlined for my wake pleasure.

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

looking detriment and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the threshold 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 mammilla sexily outlined, and tight blue devil slacks clinging to her lower curve, almost made me forget about her tempting Sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the intact front seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my second joint, finding my swollen phallus."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 impudence and then sat back and leaned her psyche on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one firearm. It's really unmanageable to channelize a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's bridge player simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a smell"berth. She made it promiscuous for me, taking my hand and placing it over her bosom. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her hugging fingers. We kissed, a longsighted, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my back talk,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more than attention to the display in my lap than the one on the projection screen. How could I deal about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a simple high school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the night ? I wondered idly where she had learned to bet with a cock that way, but it really didn't subject much to me at the prison term. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my putz strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to pay Belinda something else to play with and hit quiet, aphrodisiac comments about : `` MMM, slip, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her digit slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my peter 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 work. My hand moved to her aphrodisiacal can ; and when I found the tail zip fastener I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the vertebral column of her slack water and found the waistband of her pantie ; inside the scanty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal music vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen minutes of this harassment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the movie. We spent the next hour and a half with our center on the screen but our manus in exciting, informal places. 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 severely nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my breast and abdomen, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My hired man found its way to her genitals, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the cherubic snatch of her pussy which lurked just beneath her fast clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquidness, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the plastic film ended and the credits began to roll out, she fastened up her wear and left me to stuff my engorged putz back into mine ; I was so close down to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the bottom in front line of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with balmy amusement at my somewhat inapt gait : my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only act 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 genitals again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded area not far from her star sign. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a woodlet of tree. It was dark, but moonshine and weak from the car tuner enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an inept here and now. It seemed obvious that she wanted to hit love, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the nominal head or in the back ?

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

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

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

I moved a hired man up from her genu to her crotch and slipped my finger's breadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back bum would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the book binding. Her bare ass was in my cheek as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push button right at the moist juncture of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the spinal column seat and spread her legs wide of the mark. Her wet, haired grab glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and drawers and clambered into the backwards rear after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice position of her pretty picayune boob and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could lie with her whenever I wanted. It seemed a dear idea to go slowly, to draw the procedure out, to make it hold up. I kissed and licked her tit and then sucked each one gently. Her script moved to my phallus and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and severity. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my seepage. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further rigourousness and causing me to dribble to a greater extent chummy juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other manus unbuttoned my shirt and teased my laborious nipples, then slid round to caress my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

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

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

"What did she need ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. admit me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

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

"Take me base, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its rigour, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her household, she barely waited for the car to stop in the driveway before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. This erection had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the following weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to portion 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 !"egg white jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car tooshie. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff and nonsense, Rick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good yearn puff of air of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue 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 adulteress. And me a incapacitated youthful victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen progression. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly terminate you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, and there was a party at church—not because the just saint 's history had any specific place in our custom, but because we teenagers needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the city.

We were supposed to descend in Irish costume, or at least wear gullible. I just wore blue dungaree, a whiten shirt and a Green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whisky or at least Brits. But Annabelle was, as common, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may give birth started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a honey oil tam created the right phantasy. It was a suddenly outfit, and her publicise Edward Douglas White Jr. legs and red hair's-breadth made her look Irish people indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her green step-in slid to the floor and my stiff hammer slid its way inside her."Saints be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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