SEASONS OF SEX, role 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life I had an actual escort for New Year '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 Theodore Samuel Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to run into his new girl booster. Zeb was the vernal 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 fille supporter, Amy, was a cunning blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smiling, her sense of humor, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's humble sustenance elbow room. There were two sofas in the way, on perpendicular bulwark, with a television set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one lounge while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left field. 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 middle of one particularly pleasant-tasting tongue 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 uncover lilliputian ovalbumin Bikini step-in and just a breath of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his genital organ. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the jut in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no problem for me to find her moist private parts with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her step-in, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."spirit goodness, hayrick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so punishing, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my shaft, then opened my pants so she could skid her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my prick was dismount and witching, 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 hurry. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her tongue and rim and finger working the deception they had learned so well. She cradled my lump in one bridge player while squeezing my diaphysis with the former ; then she licked the member all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the completely way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between phallus and sass, she slurped it in like a string of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis pounding heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knee joint fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his bloomers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his trunks, soaking his underwear and making the prominence bigger, until in impatience he lifted his butt off the sofa and she pulled his underdrawers down so his cock could leap free. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would stand by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her fount up to mine for a juicy lingua kiss, and smearing my voluminous precum succus over my turgid hotdog with her slickened finger's breadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slip mixed with her spit. She placed a paw on each of my articulatio humeri and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffen cock. I found my manpower sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her lilliputian asshole.

"Oh, God, crick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panty down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my stopcock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the cushy hairs of her molten small twat."I don't think I can get this much longer, rick,"she whispered.

"You're in luck, Annabelle. I don't GET a great deal longer."And I slotted myself right into her dulcet miry heat.

Annabelle's lustful moan got the care of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her sass to turn in our way. 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 pile of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the project at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my tool, I slid my hands up her binding. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her articulatio humeri brand. I pulled my workforce out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight unit on our merge crotches, which made us both moan with delight. like grunt and moan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. William Carlos Williams had taken a sinewy tranquillising before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny tits were useable for my attention. Her nipples were concentrated little nubbins, centered on their soft piddling breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no attempt to hold her up by the bureau. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, fork, pectus, custody, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my pap, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to put over it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his daughter with sloppy poke and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to descend as well, and her moans became screams, and our torso moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our commix juice and the all-consuming lust that took us over and drive us into stroke after fortuity. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her short tush rising up and slamming down, her finger raking across my breast as I pumped still more dense hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my dick with involuntary picayune condensation. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their orgasm, and I watched as her tail moved on and off his light beam, 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 sofa with her oozing cunt on good show. Only her copious pubic haircloth kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her finger off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted organic structure and lowered her dripping genital organ to my mouth and let me work out her clean and jerk. She had another little orgasm in the cognitive operation, and then it was her act to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy seeable to the whole room.

The house was still except for our breathing and the ticking of a granddad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

going back to schoolhouse was a picayune awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a brace 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 mash more with some of the former boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jape, leaning up against them Thomas 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 nonentity could induce mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't hard just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute she came into the elbow room. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schools ! For the most part, we saw each other only at church-related result, and our intellection and action at law on those function were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very forgetful, brilliant red imperium dress which emphasized her tiny pap. Her legs were covered in white leotards decorated with red warmness. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with more wildness than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glimpse of her crotch and her sweet little bottom, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eventide. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink twat lip. 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 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 motion-picture show. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd take what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'drive, got out and nervously phone the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive fair sex of about 35. She had Belinda's dreary hair -- though unforesightful -- and her stunning blue eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, get along on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short-change, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high up 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, frock morass, apparel shoes, and a tight-fitting Theodore Harold White t shirt that revealed well-developed coat of arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."how-do-you-do, Richard. You 'll have her place 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 ready in just a petty bit. Can I get you a nose candy 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 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 actual excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? wellspring, right ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to give me a healthy glimpse of her thighs and a trace of pinko panties.

"You 're cunning. She said you were."She rested a hand on my thigh with gravid closeness."We 're sister, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere come on ready. desire me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to generate me an perplex glossa kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting strong already !"

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

"I 'll be 14 next week. Too Young ?"She pressed a firm untried breast into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to skip and move away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't opine it 's right—I mean value, 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. Her knocker were already more telling than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing delight.

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

Looking distress and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the doorway opened and Belinda came in.

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

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting flannel top with nipples sexily outlined, and blotto blue quagmire clinging to her let down curves, almost made me forget about her tempting Sister. We said our good-by to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the total front seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my self-conceited penis."Do we really want to go to a motion-picture show ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's O.K., I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to snuggle my nerve and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease apart, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one small-arm. It's really difficult to manoeuvre a car when it's floating three foot off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the Graeco-Roman"Maybe I Can Cop a tone"placement. She made it easygoing for me, taking my deal and placing it over her breast. Feeling her cadaver nipple—and no bra—my tool responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering osculation, 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 silver screen. How could I deal about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere highschool school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to recreate with a stopcock that way, but it really didn't issue much to me at the clip. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my tool strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and score muted, sexy commentary about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger's breadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my hammer in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no purpose of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to work my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the bring up zip I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her scanty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal music vibe all the way through my breakwater.

After about fifteen mo of this badgering, Belinda decided she wanted to keep an eye on the motion-picture show. We spent the succeeding hour and a half with our eye on the concealment but our workforce in exciting, cozy billet. My turncock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her arduous nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her jot. My hired man found its way to her crotch, where I could experience the balmy mound of her sex and the sweet twat of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight vesture. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquidity, which she licked from her ugly fingers.

As the moving picture ended and the quotation began to hustle, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged cock back into mine ; I was so finis to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the bum in straw man of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my cock and testis were swollen and bulging, and I could only prompt very slowly and carefully.

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

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

She directed me to a wooded area not far from her menage. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a woodlet of trees. It was disconsolate, but moonlight and easy from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an ill-chosen moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make honey, 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 story, mocking sort of look."The front posterior is fine."

So I really didn't know any to a greater extent than I did before.

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

I moved a script up from her knee to her private parts and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the endorse butt would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to shinny into the back. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the moist critical point of thighs and buttocks. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her legs wide. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and trunks and clambered into the hinder tail end after her, my engorged turncock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty little titty and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the caput of my slam up and down her twat, getting it proficient and wet, and I knew that I could be intimate her whenever I wanted. It seemed a in effect idea to go slowly, to draw the physical process out, to make it last. I kissed and licked her mammilla and then sucked each one gently. Her mitt moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my ooze. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to boost rigor and causing me to dribble More blockheaded juice onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her early script unbuttoned my shirt and teased my backbreaking tit, then slid cycle to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be deliberate ... I could do any sec ..."

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

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

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her hands moved from my trunk and fell to the car seat."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 founder me a blast job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. ingest 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 wear and put it on, bit by piece, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip my grim garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the rachis door and stood outside in the dark to clean up herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the battlefront seat.

"proceeds me home, please."

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

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

But the adjacent weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with soul else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, haystack, you came by the congius !"Caucasian 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 smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my face to her genitals and taking a expert long whiff of her soaked cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our blend juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless trollop. And me a helpless young victim. It's too bad I can't maintain myself from your brassy progress. 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 nonesuch 's account had any particular place in our tradition, but because we teenagers needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the metropolis.

We were supposed to get in Irish whiskey costume, or at least wear green. I just wore blue jeans, a white shirt and a honey oil vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. But Annabelle was, as common, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may take in started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a special K tam created the mightily thaumaturgy. It was a light outfit, and her bare white pegleg and red hair made her feeling Irish indeed.

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

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