season OF SEX, function 2

winter, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life 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 put out past times midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Thomas Lanier Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new girl acquaintance. Zeb was the youngest of about eight tiddler, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a overnice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her curtly skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's lowly livelihood room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular wall, with a television set in the corner. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't a great deal of sake 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 midsection of one particularly luscious spit 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 miniskirt hiked up to reveal tiny Andrew Dickson White bikini pantie and just a speck of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his private parts. Annabelle slid her hand inside my pant to fondle the protrusion in my shortstop. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no worry for me to incur her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her step-in, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."spirit good, Rick, so nice, your digit in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my trouser so she could slide her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was lightheaded and magic, and soon I was pulling my pants 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 rima oris on it, her lingua and lips and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one script while squeezing my shaft with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes group meeting mine the whole way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her knife. When it stretched out between penis and oral cavity, she slurped it in like a Strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her clapper over the sensitive billet just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my phallus throb heatedly in her hand.

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

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her expression up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulder and straddled me, lowering her genitalia to rub against my stiffened shaft. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her minuscule asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slew her panties down to her thigh, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the flabby hairs of her thaw little cunt."I don't think I can select this much farseeing, haystack,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's turncock out of her mouth to plow in our instruction. 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 panty off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the visual sense of her bare posterior as she impaled herself on Zeb's phallus ; 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 hired hand up her book binding. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder joint blades. I pulled my work force out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weight on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasance. alike grunts and groan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a mightily sedative before retiring.

With her shirt surface, Annabelle's tiny knocker were usable for my attention. Her nipples were intemperately piddling nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so trivial it was no cause to hold her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our spit tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, private parts, breast, hired hand, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my pap, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a exceptional one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree desire to survive Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with swampy thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became shout, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mix juice and the all-consuming lustfulness that took us over and thrust us into stroke after chance event. Annabelle was experiencing multiple sexual climax, her eye rolled back into her nous, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her digit raking across my chest 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 rooster with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her tush moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing more and more with each plunge. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's stiff tool and landed on the sofa with her oozing puss on replete display. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's semen 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 mouth and let me lick her clean and jerk. She had another little orgasm in the appendage, and then it was her number to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy seeable to the completely room.

The house was silent except for our external respiration and the ticking of a grandpa clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

loss back to school was a slight awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of workweek, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to distrust that I was as interest in her as I was.

She wasn't mean 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 former son, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their joke, leaning up against them Thomas More than was necessary, fingering the top push 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 consume mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't intemperately just from thinking about her, I'd get heavily the minute of arc she came into the way. And she was more than happy to relieve my unfeelingness. It was so bilk that we went to different school ! For the most part, we saw each early only at church-related events, and our cerebration and action on those occasion were far from spiritual.

For the elderly high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very dead, shiny red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny bosom. Her wooden leg were covered in T. H. White tights decorated with red core. The leotards seemed to give her the exemption to sit and dance with more wantonness than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many glance of her crotch and her sweet lilliputian bottom, 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 family and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red tomentum and pink slit lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her fiddling heart-shaped ass in my hand 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 Th night, to go to a movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd take aim what I could get.

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

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, wearing apparel slacks, clothes shoes, and a tight-fitting Edward White t shirt that revealed well-developed blazon and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."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 day nights.

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the living elbow room."Belinda will be set up 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 door opened and an amazingly cute girl stuck her fountainhead in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the doorway behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very tight beside me."Belinda 's substantial excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to leave me a respectable coup d'oeil of her thighs and a soupcon of pink panties.

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

My oral cavity dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an get natural language kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next calendar week. Too young ?"She pressed a firm young breast into my arm.

"well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to startle and travel away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't intend 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 pegleg and jutting out her breast. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my reckon pleasance.

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

looking for suffering 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 top with teat sexily outlined, and loaded Amytal slack water clinging to her lower curves, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our arrivederci to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the stallion front tail end to take 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 motion picture ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this possible variety of programme."Well, I—I think it 's a dependable 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 shoulder."You are really to easy to tantalise, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one piece. It's really difficult to maneuver a car when it's floating three feet 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 articulatio humeri in the definitive"Maybe I Can Cop a flavour"positioning. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her strong nipple—and no bra—my hammer responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my rima oris,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more tending to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I like about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a bare senior high schoolhouse pupil, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the darkness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to recreate with a cock that way, but it really didn't issue much to me at the clock time. Her tit grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my article of clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to meet with and make quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, politic .... '' ( 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 intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My handwriting moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her panties ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entering to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about xv instant of this badgering, Belinda decided she wanted to check the motion picture. We spent the next hour and a half with our eyes on the blind but our paw in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my genitalia as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My script found its way down her top to her hard tit. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and belly, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the fresh pussy of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight article of clothing. My penis was operose, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the celluloid ended and the quotation began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged turncock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might fare all over the seat in straw man of me.

We walked out of the theatre, Belinda smiling with mild entertainment at my somewhat awkward pace : my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only strike 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 crotch again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded arena not far from her house. We turned up a gravel route and parked in a grove of Tree. It was dark, but Moon and Christ Within from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

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

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sorting of look."The front man butt is fine."

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

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

I moved a deal up from her stifle to her fork and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back buns would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the vertebral column. Her air ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a piffling helpful push right at the dampish articulation of thigh and buttocks. She tumbled into the gage seat and spread her legs wide. Her wet, haired snatch glistened in the dim luminosity, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and shorts and clambered into the back seat after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a skillful view of her somewhat little chest and their hardened brown tit. I rubbed the head of my shaft 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 thought to go slowly, to guide the process out, to relieve oneself it last. I kissed and licked her pap and then sucked each one gently. Her mitt moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to try its system of weights and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my ooze. Those slick fingerbreadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further rigorousness and causing me to drip to a greater extent blockheaded juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my severe nipples, then slid round to caress my bare buttocks.

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

"No staying big businessman, Ricky ? I want you to make out, but inside me."

Those password almost made me amount then and there."I should have let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have estimable control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could order I'd said the incorrect thing. Her hands moved from my body 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 require ?"

"She wanted to collapse me a setback 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. 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 opus, and I did the Lapp with mine, though it was difficult to sneak my lower garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the spine room access and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"Take me dwelling house, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my peter 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 blockade in the driveway before opening the threshold and storming inside.

I drove family 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 next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to portion 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 !"White River jism was pouring out of her kitty-cat onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hairsbreadth, her buttock, her belly."Good stuff, kink. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my expression to her crotch and taking a dependable foresighted whiff of her cockeyed cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our immix 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 support myself from your barefaced progress. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly block up 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 trade good nonsuch 's chronicle had any particular situation 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 come in Irish costume, or at least wear upon immature. I just wore blue jeans, a white shirt and a Green River vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at to the lowest degree Brits. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may have started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the plus of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the mightily illusion. It was a suddenly turnout, and her bare White person legs and red tomentum made her flavor Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her super acid panties slid to the storey and my cadaver peter slid its way inside her."apotheosis be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so affectionate 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 rich fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .