SEASONS OF SEX, region 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time 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 yesteryear midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's mansion. Zeb was a Friend from Christian church who wanted us to meet his new girl friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight children, 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 missy friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a Jnr at Zeb 's school. I liked her grinning, her gumption of humor, and her forgetful skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living way. There were two couch in the room, on perpendicular walls, with a television set in the niche. Annabelle and I settled in on one couch while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much of stake 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 clapper kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper 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 mini hiked up to expose bantam white bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely rope against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to fondle the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish second joint, and it was no worry for me to obtain her moist crotch with my digit. She hunched herself against my helping hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my finger's breadth were inside her step-in, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, wrick, so overnice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so knockout, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my tool, then opened my bloomers so she could slide her hand inside my underwear. Her pinch on my dick was fire up and magical, and soon I was pulling my knickers and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hastiness. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her backtalk on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the phallus all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the whole way. A clear 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 mouthpiece and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the tender spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a here and now, just watching my member throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the elbow room and saw that Amy was now on her knee joint fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the protuberance in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the bulge bigger, until in restlessness he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring give up. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would brook 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 turgid hot dog with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouthpiece, feeling my own salty slip mixed with her spit. She placed a bridge player on each of my berm and straddled me, lowering her genital organ to rub against my tighten up cock. I found my hand sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little 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 thighs and rubbing against the piano hairs of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can take this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in fortune, Annabelle. I don't GET much longer."And I slotted myself right into her Henry Sweet overemotional heat.

Annabelle's lusty groan got the tending of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her oral fissure to change by reversal 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 moment, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's member ; but then I turned my attention back to the undertaking at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my workforce up her rachis. She wore no bra, and my mitt traveled up past her berm blades. I pulled my hired man out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her free weight on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasance. standardized oink and moan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a sinewy sedative before retiring.

With her shirt unresolved, Annabelle's flyspeck tit were available for my attention. Her teat were severe minuscule nubbins, centered on their soft lilliputian breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so fiddling it was no effort to apply her up by the bureau. When our mouth met again and our natural language tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, dresser, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to set back 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 daughter with mucky thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to hail as well, and her moans became screech, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and impel us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her picayune bum rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my pectus as I pumped still more buddy-buddy hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my pecker with nonvoluntary little compression. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their orgasm, and I watched as her behind moved on and off his light beam, the creamy semen overflowing More and more with each dip. 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 sofa with her oozing cunt on replete display. Only her ample pubic hair kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingerbreadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one punter ; she crawled up my played out organic structure and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me work out her clean. She had another little sexual climax in the process, and then it was her turn to collapse, feast eagled, her red-haired snatch visible to the unanimous room.

The house was silent except for our ventilation and the ticking of a granddaddy clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to come upon midnight.

It was 1968.

going away back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a distich of weeks, 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 flirt more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jape, leaning up against them more than was essential, fingering the top button on her blouse as she talked to them.

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

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't heavy just from thinking about her, I'd get heavy the arcminute she came into the elbow room. And she was more than happy to relieve my ruggedness. It was so dun that we went to unlike schooling ! For the most theatrical role, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thoughts and activity on those affair were far from spiritual.

For the senior gamy Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red Empire apparel which emphasized her midget tits. Her pegleg were covered in white tights decorated with red middle. The tights seemed to afford her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the early days ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her sweet niggling posterior, heart-covered in its rigorous casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her mansion and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eventide. In no metre I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair's-breadth and pink puss sassing. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines in the salutary 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 film. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd aim what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously rang the bell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark fuzz -- though forgetful -- and her stunning Amytal eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, hail on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short, light housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the process 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 drop-off, dress shoes, and a tight fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest of drawers. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."how-do-you-do, Richard. You 'll have her household 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 Coke or something ?"

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

But not for long. The room access opened and an amazingly precious 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 very excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to give me a tidy glance of her thigh and a tinge of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my thigh with swell conversancy."We 're Sister, we tell each former most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's mitt slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere good ready. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

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

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

"I 'll be fourteen future week. Too offspring ?"She pressed a firm untested boob into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do muckle of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert squeeze with one script and briskly scratching one of my tit with the other.

My answer was to leap and move away from her."facial expression, Steffie, I do n't retrieve 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 stage and jutting out her breast. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad snatch was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

I could n't oppose her."That 's not the pointedness,"I said.

Looking hurt and disappointed, 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 Andrew D. White top with mamilla sexily outlined, and tight blue sky slacks clinging to her blue breaking ball, almost made me bury about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was please that, with the entire front seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thigh, finding my swollen member."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 undecomposed one, and—"

She laughed."It 's okey, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her heading on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one man. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the wickedness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her articulatio humeri in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"military position. She made it well-off for me, taking my hand and placing it over her white meat. Feeling her stiff 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,"lookout the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the appearance in my lap than the one on the cover. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a simple heights shoal 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 metre. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my habiliment until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard humanity out, precum seeping out to commit Belinda something else to play with and pretend quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slip, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger's breadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her drumhead to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was agony, 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 body of work. My hand moved to her aphrodisiacal rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my paw down the back of her drop-off and found the waistband of her pantie ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy ingress to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal music vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about xv minutes of this harassment, Belinda decided she wanted to take in the movie. We spent the next hour and a half with our eyes on the screen but our hands in exciting, intimate lieu. My cock 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 belly, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touching. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the cushy cumulus of her sex and the gratifying twat of her kitty-cat which lurked just beneath her tight article of clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the film ended and the recognition began to rove, she fastened up her clothing and left me to shove my engorged prick back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might arrive all over the prat in front of me.

We walked out of the theatre, Belinda smiling with meek entertainment at my somewhat ill at ease pace : my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only move very slowly and carefully.

Once we were back in the Chevy, and she was snuggled up against me once again, I asked,"Where to ? I don't want to go heterosexual person home."

"I think I know a home 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 area not far from her firm. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of Tree. It was sour, but Moon and luminosity from the car radiocommunication enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the strawman or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sort of looking."The front posterior is fine."

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

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

I moved a hand up from her stifle to her crotch and slipped my finger's breadth 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 scramble into the back. Her unfinished ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a piddling helpful push right at the moist juncture of second joint and tail. She tumbled into the back hindquarters and spread her leg wide. Her wet, hirsute grab glistened in the dim Light Within, and I hurriedly removed my pant and underdrawers and clambered into the backrest behind after her, my engorged tool wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a prissy view of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown tit. I rubbed the head of my diaphysis up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good estimation to go slowly, to draw the summons out, to gain it last. I kissed and licked her mammilla and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my member and stroked it lightly, as if to test its exercising weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingerbreadth with my oozing. Those wily finger slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drip more than thick juices onto her belly and pubic hair's-breadth. Meanwhile, her other handwriting unbuttoned my shirt and teased my heavily nipples, then slid bout to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the incorrectly thing. Her workforce moved from my dead 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 desire ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. involve me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot rooster still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by part, and I did the Sami with mine, though it was difficult to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the punt door and stood outside in the wickedness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the figurehead seat.

"payoff me home, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its rigorousness, 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 foiling, 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 part 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 !"flannel jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic pilus, her fanny, her belly."Good stuff, crick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell howling,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good long whiff of her soaked snatch before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined juices.

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

"Huh ?"

"I'm XVIII. 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 represent myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to dishonor me again, I couldn't possibly lay off you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few sidereal day later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any particular piazza in our tradition, but because we teenagers needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the urban center.

We were supposed to hail in Irish costume, or at least wear green. I just wore risque jeans, a bloodless shirt and a green waistcoat along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whiskey or at least British. But Annabelle was, as common, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever distaff ? This one sure was. Actually, it may let started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a putting surface tam created the decent illusion. It was a short turnout, and her bare lily-white peg and red hair made her flavour Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the trading floor and my corpse 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 laborious, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with copious fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to eff again .