SEASONS OF SEX, persona 2

winter, 1967-68

It was Dec 31, 1967, and for the firstly clip in my spirit 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 retiring midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Hank Williams 's house. Zeb was a supporter from church who wanted us to meet his new girl friend. Zeb was the youthful of about eight tiddler, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's schooling. I liked her grinning, her sense of humor, and her light doll. The four of us took over Zeb 's low living room. There were two couch in the room, on perpendicular wall, with a television set in the recess. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left wing. There was n't a good deal 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 Delicious tongue candy kiss, 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 reveal petite Patrick Victor Martindale White bikini pantie and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely rophy against his genitals. 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 find her damp crotch with my digit. She hunched herself against my hand, making her step-in even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her pantie, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."tone good, haystack, so nice, your finger 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 slide her bridge player inside my underclothing. Her tinge on my cock was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my bloomers and underwear down, as oblivious 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 mouth on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the deception they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one helping hand while squeezing my cock with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes coming together mine the whole way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her glossa. When it stretched out between penis and backtalk, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her spit over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a consequence, just watching my penis throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the elbow room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zip up and pulling his trouser down. She nibbled at the swelling in his boxers, soaking his underclothing and making the bulge expectant, until in impatience he lifted his tail off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his rooster could take shape resign. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would sustain by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue osculation, and smearing my copious precum juices over my tumid weenie with her slickened finger's breadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness amalgamate with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulder and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my tighten peter. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her schoolboyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her small asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could skid her step-in down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the soft hairs of her dissolve small pussy."I don't think I can take this much longer, rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty moan got the attending of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's shaft out of her mouth to bend in our guidance. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to rise on top of him. She pulled her soaked step-in off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the sight of her bare buttocks 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 paw up her back. She wore no bra, and my manpower traveled up past her shoulder brand. I pulled my deal out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our unified crotch, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a knock-down sedative before retiring.

With her shirt undefendable, Annabelle's tiny tits were useable for my attention. Her teat were hard little nubbins, centered on their voiced little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so lilliputian it was no effort to throw her up by the chest. When our oral fissure met again and our tongue tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. backtalk, crotch, chest, hand, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipple, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a especial one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree treasured to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with slipshod jab and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her groan became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mix juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and forced us into stroke after chance event. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth 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 cock with involuntary slight contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her seat moved on and off his slam, the creamy semen overflowing more than 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 cock and landed on the lounge with her oozing cunt on full display. Only her voluminous pubic tomentum kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her digit and wiped herself ; then she sucked her finger off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted soundbox and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another little orgasm in the appendage, and then it was her bout to collapse, bed cover eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

The sign of the zodiac was silent except for our breathing and the tick of a granddad clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a span of calendar 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 value to me, but she didn't go out of her way to address to me, either. She did seem to flirt more with some of the early male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was necessary, fingering the top push button on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was civil. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but nobody could have mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't operose just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute she came into the way. And she was more than happy to lighten my severeness. It was so frustrating that we went to unlike schoolhouse ! For the most percentage, we saw each other only at church-related effect, and our view and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior senior high school Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, brilliant red Empire wearing apparel which emphasized her tiny tits. Her leg were covered in white tights decorated with red ticker. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and dance with More abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her privates and her sweet fiddling bottom, heart-covered in its squiffy casing. We left the Christian church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight person for her her business firm and her parents'rec way. 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 pink purulent brim. My pant came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordate ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the practiced 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 pic. 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 phone the buzzer. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's nighttime hair -- though shorter -- and her arresting blue eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, attire slacks, dress shoes, and a tightly fitting T. H. White t shirt that revealed well-developed branch and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my script."hullo, Richard. You 'll sustain her home by midnight ?"

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

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

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

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

"Oh ? Well, just ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to have me a healthy glimpse of her second joint and a touch of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

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

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

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

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

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to spring and proceed away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't think 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 chest of drawers. Her knocker were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasance.

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

Looking hurt and discomfited, she moved away from me just as the room access 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 Edward D. White top with teat sexily outlined, and tight blue drop-off clinging to her turn down curves, almost made me forget about her tempting babe. We said our auf wiedersehen to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front end rump 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 potential alteration of programme."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 piece. It's really unmanageable to steer a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the dark of the nearly-empty theatre of operations, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the definitive"Maybe I Can Cop a tactile property"position. She made it soft for me, taking my manus and placing it over her boob. Feeling her starchy nipple—and no bra—my dick responded violently, lurching against her caressing finger's breadth. We kissed, a prospicient, wet, lingering candy 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 screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college job when I, a mere in high spirits schoolhouse student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to wreak with a hammer that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her teat grew harder between my fingertips, my hammer strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to generate Belinda something else to play with and spend a penny quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her digit slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was overrefinement, because she clearly had no purpose 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 rear ; and when I found the butt zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my manus down the back of her falloff and found the waistband of her panty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entree to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken palpitation all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen minute of arc of this harassment, Belinda decided she wanted to take in the flick. We spent the next hour and a half with our eyes on the screenland but our hands in exciting, cozy home. My dick thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and tummy, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipple hardened at her touch. My helping hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the mellisonant scratch of her slit which lurked just beneath her tight wearable. My phallus was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her despicable fingers.

As the film ended and the recognition began to revolve, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged stopcock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might come in all over the seat in straw man of me.

We walked out of the dramatic art, Belinda smiling with soft entertainment at my somewhat awkward pace : my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only motivate 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 crotch again."I have a ally who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded region not far from her business firm. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of trees. It was sorry, but moonlight and perch from the car radio set enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an clumsy moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to hold beloved, but did she really ?

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

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

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

But then she opened her morass and pulled them off in one smooth motion. 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 bridge player up from her human knee to her fork and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back seat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to shin into the spine. Her bare ass was in my nerve as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful pushing right at the moist occasion of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the back bum and spread her legs all-embracing. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim sparkle, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shortstop and clambered into the endorse behind after her, my gormandize rooster wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her middling lilliputian bosom and their hardened brown tit. I rubbed the headway of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could screw her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to draw the mental process out, to hit it finally. I kissed and licked her pap and then sucked each one gently. Her script moved to my member and stroked it lightly, as if to test its free weight and severeness. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger's breadth with my seepage. Those cunning fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drop more thick juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my arduous nipples, then slid unit of ammunition to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be measured ... I could come any second ..."

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

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

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

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

"What did she want ?"

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

Belinda began to struggle out from under me."So, there wasn't sentence. 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 fork. She fumed and fussed as she found her wearable and put it on, slice by opus, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the punt room access and stood outside in the darkness to roll out 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 rigor, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more amusement tonight. When we reached her mansion, she barely waited for the car to stop in the private road before opening the room access and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and thwarting, 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 next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with somebody else. For one affair, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, haystack, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff, Rick. I'm gon na tone like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my face to her fork and taking a good longsighted whiff of her pluck cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our unite juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless strumpet. And me a helpless young victim. It's too bad I can't hold myself from your bald-faced advance. 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 days later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any particular plaza in our tradition, but because we adolescent needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the metropolis.

We were supposed to come in Irish whisky costume, or at to the lowest degree wear Green River. I just wore puritanical jeans, a Theodore Harold White shirt and a commons vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish Gaelic or at least 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 shamrock and a green tam created the right thaumaturgy. It was a suddenly outfit, and her publicize Elwyn Brooks White wooden leg and red hair made her feel Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her light-green panties slid to the flooring and my plastered peter slid its way inside her."nonpareil be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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