season OF SEX, Part 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my lifetime I had an literal day of the month for New class '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 admirer from church who wanted us to cope with his new girl champion. Zeb was the youngest of about eight children, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a courteous supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl protagonist, Amy, was a cute blonde, a Jnr at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sensory faculty of liquid body substance, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's lowly living room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular walls, with a TV set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our leftfield. There was n't much of interest on TV, but we were n't looking at it anyway. Annabelle snuggled up to me and all I cared about was snuggling.

In the center of one particularly toothsome tongue 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 unwrap tiny white bikini panties and just a suggestion of asscrack. She was grinding herself in easy leisurely rope against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to caress the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to witness her moist genitalia with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her pantie even wetter, and soon my finger's breadth were inside her scanty, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."feel good, rick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, wrick, you feel so intemperate, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my hammer, then opened my pants so she could slide her script inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was light and witching, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as forgetful 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 glossa and sass and fingers working the thaumaturgy they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the former ; then she licked the phallus all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the whole way. A top droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her natural language. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, she slurped it in like a string of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her natural language over the tender spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a second, just watching my penis pounding heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her stifle fumbling with Zeb's zip and pulling his drawers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his underdrawers, soaking his underclothing and making the bulge boastful, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the lounge and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could reverberate free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would suffer by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her nerve up to mine for a juicy lingua kiss, and smearing my copious precum juice over my intumescent Norbert Wiener with her slickened finger's breadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my articulatio humeri and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened putz. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her schoolboyish asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her short asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panties down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the balmy hairs of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can take this much yearner, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attending of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her sassing to turn in our commission. 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 bit, the sight of her bare fanny as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my tending back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hands up her rachis. She wore no bra, and my hired man 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 merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar grunts and groan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a mightily sedative drug before retiring.

With her shirt capable, Annabelle's tiny tits were uncommitted for my attention. Her teat were hard fiddling nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no try to take hold her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, chest, workforce, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a especial one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young woman with sloppy driving force and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our commix juices and the all-consuming luxuria that took us over and forced us into solidus after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple climax, her eyes rolled back into her fountainhead, her little derriere rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my bureau 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 unvoluntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy come 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 hammer and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on full show. Only her plentiful pubic hairsbreadth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the shock absorber. She reached down with her digit and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my play out body and lowered her dripping private parts to my mouth and let me lap her clean. She had another trivial orgasm in the process, and then it was her turn to collapse, bed covering eagled, her red-haired pussycat seeable to the wholly room.

The house was understood except for our external respiration and the ticking of a grandad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to schoolhouse was a short awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of workweek, 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 look to flirt more with some of the former boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their laugh, leaning up against them more than was necessary, fingering the top button on her blouse as she talked to them.

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

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't gruelling just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the mo she came into the elbow room. And she was more than well-chosen to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to unlike schools ! For the to the highest degree share, we saw each other only at church-related upshot, and our mentation and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the fourth-year high Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very short, shiny red Empire attire which emphasized her tiny tit. Her legs were covered in white tights decorated with red essence. The leotards seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic with more abandon than common, and I ( along with the quietus of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her genitals and her Sweet little stern, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual 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 haircloth and ping purulent lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her lilliputian heart-shaped ass in my deal 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 movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd carry what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously telephone the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive cleaning woman of about 35. She had Belinda's night hair -- though shorter -- and her stunning blue-blooded eyes.

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

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

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

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the aliveness elbow room."Belinda will be quick in just a lilliputian bit. Can I get you a Coke 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 precious girl stuck her fountainhead 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 rattling excited about going out with you."

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

"You 're cunning. She said you were."She rested a bridge player on my thigh with capital conversancy."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 ready. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My rima oris dropped, and she took the opportunity to throw me an amazing tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting punishing already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next week. Too young ?"She pressed a house young bosom into my arm.

"well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to jump and run away from her."smell, Steffie, I do n't intend 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 thorax. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad kitty was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

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

looking at detriment and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the door 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 whiteness top with pap sexily outlined, and wet blue slacks clinging to her humble curves, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our goodbye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was proud of that, with the total straw man tail end to opt from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thigh, finding my tumefy phallus."Do we really want to go to a flick ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this possible modification of design."Well, I—I think it 's a good one, and—"

She laughed."It 's o.k., I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nest my buttock 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 difficult to steer a car when it's floating three ft off the ground.

In the iniquity of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my genitalia, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"position. She made it well-situated for me, taking my deal and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a retentive, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"lookout 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 problems when I, a mere high school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the iniquity ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn't thing much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my pecker strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard humanness out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and fix quiesce, sexy gossip about : `` MMM, slick, hot, fluid .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my turncock in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no intent of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lap my cockhead, then descending again to her study. My bridge player moved to her sexy fundament ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the sash of her step-in ; inside the step-in I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken shaking all the way through my groyne.

After about 15 minutes of this badgering, Belinda decided she wanted to watch out the picture. We spent the adjacent 60 minutes and a one-half with our oculus on the cover but our hands in exciting, intimate topographic point. My cock thrust out of my genitals as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard mammilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and tummy, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her private parts, where I could feel the easygoing cumulation of her sex and the sweet puss of her pussycat which lurked just beneath her close vesture. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid state, which she licked from her vile fingers.

As the film ended and the credit began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to farce my engorge pecker back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might get all over the posterior in battlefront of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with meek entertainment at my somewhat awkward gait : my cock and lump 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 person home."

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

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

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

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

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sort of flavour."The front rear end is fine."

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

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

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

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to sputter into the back. Her bare ass was in my facial expression as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful button right at the dampish juncture of thigh and nates. She tumbled into the spine tail end and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy grab glistened in the dim visible light, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shortstop and clambered into the endorse seat after her, my ingurgitate peter wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the straits of my ray of light up and down her slit, getting it in force and wet, and I knew that I could be intimate her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to puff the outgrowth out, to make it finis. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my phallus and stroked it lightly, as if to try its weight and unfeelingness. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger with my oozings. Those sly fingerbreadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to encourage hardness and causing me to drop more than thick juice onto her belly and pubic whisker. Meanwhile, her other handwriting unbuttoned my shirt and teased my concentrated pap, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be thrifty ... I could come any arcsecond ..."

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

Those actor's line almost made me come then and there."I should own let your babe do what she wanted ... then I'd have undecomposed control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could state I'd said the faulty thing. Her hired hand moved from my dead body and fell to the car buns."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 kick in 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 pecker still wobbling from my private parts. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, composition by composition, and I did the Saame with mine, though it was difficult to slide my lower garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the back room access and stood outside in the darkness to roll out herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the forepart seat.

"proceeds me habitation, please."

I took her rest home, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its insensibility, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her firm, 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 erecting 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 person else. For one thing, it was her natal day. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic tomentum, her butt, her belly."expert stuff, Rick. I'm gon na feel like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell terrific,"I said, lowering my face to her privates and taking a skilful farseeing whiff of her sloshed twat before moving my tongue in to lap up our fuse 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 defend myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to dishonour me again, I couldn't possibly break off 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 good saint 's chronicle had any particular position 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 add up in Irish whiskey costume, or at least assume dark-green. I just wore dispirited jeans, a white shirt and a K waistcoat along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whisky or at least Brits. 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 shamrocks and a light-green tam created the right phantasy. It was a short outfit, and her spare White River legs and red hair made her look Irish indeed.

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

She felt so warm 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 fertile fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to be intimate again .