season OF SEX, Part 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 charge up ; but just the fact that I got to stay out retiring midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Bernard Arthur Owen Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new daughter 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 girl friend, Amy, was a cute blond, a Junior at Zeb 's school day. I liked her smile, her sense of mood, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's lowly keep room. There were two lounge in the way, on perpendicular wall, with a television set set in the recess. Annabelle and I settled in on one couch while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much of pursuit 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 knife kiss, Annabelle reached for my zip 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 unveil tiny white bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in tiresome leisurely roofy against his genitalia. Annabelle slid her manus inside my pant to fondle the bulge in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no trouble for me to find her moist crotch with my finger's breadth. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her pantie, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, Rick, so skillful, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, haystack, you feel so knockout, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pants so she could slide her hand inside my underclothes. Her ghost on my turncock was ignitor and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the elbow room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurriedness. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her tongue and backtalk and finger's breadth working the illusion they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my calamus with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eye get together 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 filament of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her backtalk and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive smear just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, 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 knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his drawers down. She nibbled at the bulge in his short circuit, soaking his underclothes and making the protrusion bountiful, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could jump complimentary. I was amazed at its sizing, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would abide by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her brass up to mine for a juicy tongue candy kiss, and smearing my copious precum succus over my turgid hot dog with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slick mixed with her saliva. She placed a manus on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her genitalia to rub against my tighten turncock. I found my manus sliding into her panty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her short asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slew her panties down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping genitalia to mine, my cock sliding between her second joint and rubbing against the flaccid hairs of her molten slight cunt."I don't think I can ask this much longer, haystack,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty moan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's putz out of her oral fissure to move around in our centering. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to mount on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a second, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's member ; but then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hands up her back. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her berm steel. I pulled my hands 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 pleasure. Similar grunts and groans were coming from the other lounge, and I really hoped Mrs. Sir Bernard Williams had taken a powerful depressant before retiring.

With her shirt unfold, Annabelle's lilliputian tits were available for my attention. Her nipples were concentrated fiddling nubbins, centered on their soft short breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the chest. When our mouthpiece met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, thorax, hired hand, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my teat, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to remit it as long as I could. I at least precious to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young woman with slapdash thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to hail as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our commix succus and the all-consuming luxuria that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her little cigaret rising up and slamming down, her finger raking across my breast 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 rooster with nonvoluntary fiddling contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy seed 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 stopcock and landed on the couch with her oozing cunt on full video display. Only her ample pubic hair's-breadth kept Zeb's seminal fluid from leaking onto the cushion. 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 mouthpiece and let me lick her clean. She had another footling orgasm in the process, and then it was her twist to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy seeable to the whole room.

The house was soundless except for our breathing and the tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to chance on midnight.

It was 1968.

sledding back to schoolhouse was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a duet 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 value to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did appear to dally more with some of the former boy, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them to a greater extent than was necessary, fingering the top release on her blouse as she talked to them.

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

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

For the fourth-year gamy Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very brusk, brilliant red Empire dress which emphasized her diminutive mammilla. Her legs were covered in white tights decorated with red nerve. The tights seemed to collapse her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic with more wantonness than usual, and I ( along with the residuum of the young ) was given many glimpses of her private parts and her sweet little hind end, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church building as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straightaway for her her business firm and her parents'rec way. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red tomentum and tap pussy rim. My gasp came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her piffling heart-shaped ass in my men as we exchanged valentines in the topper 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 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 rang the bell. It was answered by an attractive cleaning lady of about 35. She had Belinda's dark pilus -- though curt -- and her arresting blue eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, clothes slacks, attire brake shoe, and a tight-fitting white-hot t shirt that revealed well-developed subdivision and thorax. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my deal."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 living room."Belinda will be ready in just a fiddling 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 headland in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close-fitting beside me."Belinda 's real number excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, skilful ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to give me a respectable glimpse of her thighs and a suggestion of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

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

My oral fissure dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an puzzle spit kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting concentrated already !"

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

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

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My answer was to jump and move away from her."look, Steffie, I do n't suppose it 's right—I mean, I came to see Belinda, and—well—"

"I 'm prettier than her, are n't I ?"She demonstrated this by opening her legs and jutting out her chest. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my take in delight.

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

look hurt 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 white-hot top with nipples sexily outlined, and miserly blue devil slacks clinging to her lower curves, almost made me leave about her tempting sister. We said our bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire movement seat to select from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my swollen penis."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 okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my berm."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 feet off the ground.

In the swarthiness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's deal simply rested lightly on my genitalia, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the definitive"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"status. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her clay nipple—and no bra—my dick responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a foresighted, wet, lingering osculation, and she whispered into my mouth,"watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far to a greater extent tending to the appearance in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere eminent schoolhouse student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the darkness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a tool that way, but it really didn't matter 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 manhood out, precum seeping out to apply Belinda something else to play with and make quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smoothen .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her school principal to my lap and was sliding my rooster in and out of her mouth.

It was torment, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to figure out my cockhead, then descending again to her body of work. My script moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my handwriting down the back of her slacks and found the girdle of her step-in ; inside the scanty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entree to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her song vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen minutes of this harassment, Belinda decided she wanted to find out the motion-picture show. We spent the succeeding hour and a half with our oculus on the filmdom but our hands in exciting, intimate places. 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 difficult mammilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and venter, 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 cushy mound of her sex and the sweet-smelling slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the film ended and the credits began to cast, she fastened up her vesture and left me to stuff my engorged cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might arrive all over the hindquarters in front end of me.

We walked out of the field of operations, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat inapt gait : my cock and orchis 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 uncoiled home."

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

She directed me to a wooded region not far from her house. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of tree diagram. It was dark, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the front or in the vertebral column ?

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

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

But then she opened her slack water and pulled them off in one bland movement. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her pantie. The car was filled with the barbed odour of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee joint to her crotch and slipped my fingerbreadth 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 struggle into the book binding. Her simple ass was in my nerve as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful button right at the moist joint of thighs and butt. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her wooden leg wide. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim Inner Light, and I hurriedly removed my pant and shorts and clambered into the back seat after her, my gourmandize cock 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 head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it dependable and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to draw the procedure out, to produce it last. I kissed and licked her nipple and then sucked each one gently. Her hand 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 sleek fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to farther hardness and causing me to drop Sir Thomas More slurred juice onto her belly and pubic pilus. Meanwhile, her early bridge player unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard mammilla, then slid stave to caress my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those words almost made me derive then and there."I should experience let your sis do what she wanted ... then I'd have skilful control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the ill-timed thing. Her hands moved from my consistency and fell to the car fanny."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 give me a blow job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. admit 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 article of clothing and put it on, piece by part, and I did the Saame with mine, though it was difficult to slip my low garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the rear room access and stood outside in the darkness to straighten out herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the battlefront seat.

"issue me house, please."

I took her house, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its hardness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her house, she barely waited for the car to halt in the private road before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove plate in wrath and frustration, my hard-on returning. But I couldn't bring myself to fuck off. 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 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 gal !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car hindquarters. 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 tremendous,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a near hanker whiff of her fuddled cunt before moving my clapper 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 Pres Young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your bodacious progression. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any exceptional office in our tradition, 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 do in Irish Gaelic costume, or at least bear green. I just wore low blue jean, a white shirt and a park undershirt along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at to the lowest degree 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 gullible tam created the compensate illusion. It was a short outfit, and her nude White person legs and red hair made her look Irish indeed.

Of grade, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hairsbreadth till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the floor and my stiff turncock slid its way inside her."nonsuch be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warm and cover girl 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 copious aroma. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to screw again .