time of year OF SEX, percentage 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first clock time in my life history I had an actual date for New year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly turn on ; but just the fact that I got to appease 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 building who wanted us to fulfil his new girl ally. Zeb was the youngest of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a squeamish supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's fille friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's belittled keep room. There were two lounge in the way, on perpendicular rampart, with a TV set in the turning point. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much of pastime 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 midriff of one particularly toothsome tongue candy kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slew 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 give away tiny tweed two-piece panties and just a mite of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her bridge player inside my trouser to fondle the bulge in my drawers. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to recover her moist genital organ with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."look trade good, Rick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, kink, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pants so she could skid her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my tool was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as forgetful to the others in the elbow 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 tongue and lips and finger's breadth working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my jibe with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the entirely way. A decipherable 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 back talk and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive situation 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 zipper and pulling his gasp down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the gibbousness self-aggrandizing, until in impatience he lifted his derriere off the lounge and she pulled his short pants down so his cock could spring 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 face up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my voluminous precum juice over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her oral fissure, feeling my own salty skullduggery miscellaneous with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her genital organ to rub against my stiffened cock. I found my custody sliding into her panties and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her piddling 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 fork to mine, my cock sliding between her second joint and rubbing against the soft hairs of her molten little pussy."I don't think I can take this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in circumstances, Annabelle. I don't GET very much longer."And I slotted myself right into her dessert slipshod heat.

Annabelle's concupiscent moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her back talk to turn 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 lot of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attending back to the job at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hands up her backrest. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her articulatio humeri sword. I pulled my handwriting out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her exercising weight on our mix privates, which made us both moan with pleasance. alike grunts and groans were coming from the former sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Bernard Arthur Owen Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny titmouse were available for my aid. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft short breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no movement to maintain her up by the pectus. When our mouths met again and our tongue tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. rima oris, crotch, chest of drawers, bridge player, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a peculiar one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least require to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his missy with sloppy poke and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moan became squall, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our amalgamate juices and the all-consuming lecherousness that took us over and forced us into stroke after solidus. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her little bum rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my chest of drawers as I pumped still more blockheaded hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my shaft with involuntary little contraction. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her bottom moved on and off his dig, the creamy come overflowing to a greater extent 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 clay prick and landed on the sofa with her oozing puss on entire video display. Only her rich pubic whisker kept Zeb's seminal fluid from leaking onto the shock. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted body and lowered her dripping crotch to my back talk and let me thrash her clean and jerk. She had another little orgasm in the process, and then it was her bend to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the unharmed elbow room.

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

It was 1968.

Going back to schoolhouse was a niggling awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a mates of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no cause 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 mouth to me, either. She did seem to flirt more with some of the other male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their trick, 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 hard just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the mo she came into the room. And she was more than felicitous to still my callosity. It was so rag that we went to different schoolhouse ! For the most part, we saw each early only at church-related consequence, and our opinion and action on those social function were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very abruptly, bright red conglomerate attire which emphasized her lilliputian tits. Her legs were covered in tweed tights decorated with red eye. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and dance with more wildness than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the young person ) was given many glimpses of her crotch and her sweet niggling tooshie, heart-covered in its wet case. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec way. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no clock time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red pilus and pink cunt lip. My knickers came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her small heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the outflank 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 take what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'private road, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's drab tomentum -- though shorter -- and her stunning blue sky eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs Carr was wearing a unretentive, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather richly hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the physical 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 falloff, dress shoe, and a tight-fitting blank t shirt that revealed well-developed coat of arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my bridge player."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her home by midnight ?"

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

Mrs Carr ushered me into the sustenance room."Belinda will be prepare in just a footling 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 cute girl stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the doorway behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close 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 collapse me a salubrious glimpse of her second joint and a hint of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my thigh with cracking 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 set. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

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

This was, of class 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 breast into my arm.

"fountainhead, not exactly, but ..."

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

My reaction was to jump and propel away from her."flavour, 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 legs and jutting out her bureau. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad cunt was clearly outlined for my look at pleasure.

I could n't controvert her."That 's not the spot,"I said.

looking for hurt and defeated, she moved away from me just as the door opened and Belinda came in.

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting Andrew Dickson White top with teat sexily outlined, and tight blue drop-off clinging to her lower curves, almost made me forget about her tempting sis. We said our bye-bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front end nates to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a paw between my thigh, finding my swollen member."Do we really want to go to a moving picture ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's sanction, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my articulatio humeri."You are really to easy to bug, you know."

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

In the shadow of the nearly-empty field of operations, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a feel"position. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her hugging fingers. We kissed, a hanker, wet, lingering osculation, and she whispered into my mouth,"vigil the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attending to the show in my lap than the one on the blind. How could I give care about Dustin Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere mellow school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the night ? I wondered idly where she had learned to wreak with a putz that way, but it really didn't issue much to me at the meter. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my tough manhood out, precum seeping out to gift Belinda something else to play with and make quieten, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slickness, hot, legato .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her top dog to my lap and was sliding my cock 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 bat my cockhead, then descending again to her employment. My hand moved to her aphrodisiacal hind end ; and when I found the rear zip I slid it gently down. I slipped my hired man down the back of her drop-off and found the waistcloth of her step-in ; 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 vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen moment of this worrying, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the picture. We spent the side by side time of day and a half with our middle on the blind but our deal in exciting, intimate plaza. My cock thrust out of my genitals as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My helping hand found its way down her top to her toilsome tit. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my breast and abdomen, seeming especially fascinated by the way my pap hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft pile of her sex and the sweet twat of her pussy which lurked just beneath her taut wearable. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her ugly fingers.

As the pic ended and the credits began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to lug my ingurgitate cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might issue forth all over the seat in straw man of me.

We walked out of the house, Belinda smiling with meek amusement at my somewhat inept pace : my tool and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only be active 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 station 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 family. We turned up a crushed rock road and parked in a grove of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It was sullen, but moonlight and calorie-free from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an awkward moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to bring in dear, but did she really ?

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

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

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

But then she opened her mire 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 pungent odor of her sex.

I moved a mitt up from her knee to her crotch and slipped my finger's breadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the stake prat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the cover. Her bare ass was in my expression as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a small helpful energy right at the moist juncture of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the indorse seat and spread her pegleg all-inclusive. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim luminousness, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shorts and clambered into the back rear end after her, my gorge rooster wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her passably little white meat and their hardened brown tit. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her pussy, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could hump her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to thread the process out, to make it lastly. I kissed and licked her mammilla and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weighting and rigour. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my oozings. Those pat finger slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drip Sir Thomas More thickly juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my intemperate nipples, then slid round of golf to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those Scripture almost made me come then and there."I should possess let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have undecomposed control."

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

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

"What did she desire ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. Take me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece of music, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slue my lower garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the dorsum threshold and stood outside in the darkness to tidy herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the nominal head seat.

"issue me family, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its inclemency, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her house, 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 mortal else. For one affair, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the Imperial gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her tooshie, her belly."Good hooey, wrick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my side to her crotch and taking a good recollective whiff of her imbue cunt before moving my glossa in to lap up our combined juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless hussy. And me a lost young dupe. It's too bad I can't maintain myself from your brazen cash advance. Why, if you were to spoil 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 account had any particular seat 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 come in in Irish costume, or at least bear honey oil. I just wore blue sky denim, a white shirt and a jet vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whiskey 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 addition of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the right illusion. It was a short getup, and her bare blank legs and red fuzz made her look Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red pilus till we were parked overlooking the river and her cat valium panties slid to the floor and my stiff cock slid its way inside her."paragon 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 rich fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .