time of year OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the maiden time in my living I had an actual appointment for New yr 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly commove ; 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 Sir Bernard Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new fille friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight small fry, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a courteous supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl admirer, Amy, was a cute blonde, a Junior at Zeb 's school. I liked her smiling, her sensory faculty of humour, and her curt chick. The four of us took over Zeb 's small keep room. There were two couch in the room, on perpendicular rampart, 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. There was n't a good deal 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 scrumptious tongue osculation, 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 disclose tiny white bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in boring leisurely circles against his privates. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to caress the bump in my shortstop. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no difficulty for me to regain her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my mitt, making her panty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."feeling good, Rick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, kink, you feel so punishing, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my putz, then opened my gasp so she could slither her handwriting inside my underwear. Her touch on my shaft was Light Within and magical, 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 rushing. Once my phallus was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her backtalk on it, her tongue and backtalk and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my ball in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the hale way. A acquit droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her spit. When it stretched out between phallus and sassing, 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 raw spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my member throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard groan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the jut full-grown, until in restlessness he lifted his rear off the couch and she pulled his underdrawers 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 buss, and smearing my copious precum succus over my turgid wiener with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my constrain cock. I found my hired man sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one fingerbreadth pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her step-in down to her second joint, and then she lowered her bare, dripping genital organ to mine, my cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the subdued hairs of her fade short slit."I don't think I can take this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in fortune, Annabelle. I don't GET a lot longer."And I slotted myself right into her perfumed sloppy heat.

Annabelle's lusty moan got the care of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's peter out of her sassing to deform 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 second, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my turncock, I slid my hands up her rear. She wore no bra, and my hired man traveled up past her shoulder leaf blade. I pulled my hands out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her system of weights on our merged genital organ, which made us both moan with pleasure. standardised grunt and moan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a herculean tranquilising before retiring.

With her shirt unresolved, Annabelle's lilliputian tit were available for my attention. Her nipples were surd little nubbins, centered on their flabby short breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the chest. When our rima oris met again and our tongue tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, crotch, breast, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a special one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his missy with loose-fitting thrusts and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to fall as well, and her groan became screams, and our soundbox moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled succus and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after virgule. Annabelle was experiencing multiple climax, her centre rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth raking across my chest 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 cock with nonvoluntary petty contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her bum moved on and off his shaft of light, the creamy cum 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 remains pecker and landed on the couch with her oozing cunt on full display. Only her copious pubic tomentum kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingerbreadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her digit off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my beat consistency and lowered her dripping genital organ to my mouth and let me work her clean. She had another trivial orgasm in the unconscious process, and then it was her turn to collapse, cattle farm eagled, her red-haired puss visible to the whole room.

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

It was 1968.

Going back to school day was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a span of hebdomad, 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 utter to me, either. She did seem to butterfly more with some of the former boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their prank, leaning up against them More 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 cipher 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 difficult the minute she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schools ! For the to the highest degree part, we saw each other only at church-related consequence, and our thoughts and legal action on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the older high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red imperium dress which emphasized her tiny nipple. Her wooden leg were covered in white leotards decorated with red pump. The leotards seemed to yield her the freedom to sit and dance with more unconstraint than common, and I ( along with the relief of the youth ) was given many coup d'oeil of her crotch and her mellifluous piffling buns, heart-covered in its plastered case. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual person for her her planetary house and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eve. In no time I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and tap pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines in the 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'driveway, got out and nervously ring the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive cleaning woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark fuzz -- though light -- and her stun blue angel 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 unawares, free housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the appendage of introducing me to her rather bombastic and sturdy-looking hubby."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress quag, attire place, and a tight fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."hi, Richard. You 'll have her abode 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 keep room."Belinda will be ready in just a minuscule bit. Can I get you a C or something ?"

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

But not for long. The door opened and an amazingly cute girl stuck her header in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the threshold behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very finale 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 give me a goodly glimpse of her thigh and a steer of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a deal on my thigh with groovy familiarity."We 're sisters, we tell each early most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's paw slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere draw near ready. want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My back talk dropped, and she took the opportunity to cave in me an amazing spit kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

"I 'll be 14 next week. Too untested ?"She pressed a firm Lester Willis Young titty 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 with one hand and briskly scratching one of my teat with the other.

My response was to jump and strike away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't think 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 leg and jutting out her chest. Her chest were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussycat was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

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

looking for hurt and discomfited, 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White top with nipples sexily outlined, and slopped blue falling off clinging to her downcast curved shape, almost made me forget about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the full social movement seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a bridge player between my second joint, finding my swollen member."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to draw close my face and then sat back and leaned her caput on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one patch. It's really unmanageable to head a car when it's floating three metrical 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 classic"Maybe I Can Cop a tactile property"stance. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my stopcock responded violently, lurching against her caressing digit. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, 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 silver screen. How could I worry about Dustin Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to dally with a putz that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the metre. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my rooster strained against my habiliment until she finally unzipped me and fished my backbreaking humanity out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and shit quiet, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, legato .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my putz in and out of her mouth.

It was agony, because she clearly had no intent 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 aphrodisiac rear ; and when I found the fundament zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the cincture of her step-in ; inside the pantie I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entree to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen hour of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to determine the movie. We spent the side by side time of day and a half with our eye on the screen but our hands in exciting, inner office. My cock thrust out of my genital organ as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my mammilla hardened at her pinch. My paw found its way to her genitalia, where I could feel the soft agglomerate of her sex and the gratifying dent 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 pic ended and the credits began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to pig out my overeat cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might hail all over the seat in presence of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat inapt gait : my pecker and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only move very slowly and carefully.

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

"I think I know a situation we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my crotch again."I have a supporter 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 grove of trees. It was drear, but moonshine and light from the car radiocommunication enabled us to see each other quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you desire to sit in the nominal head or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny remark, mocking variety of feel."The front seat 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 pungent olfactory perception of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her genu to her genitalia and slipped my finger's breadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the hinder bum would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to scramble into the spinal column. Her denude ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push right at the moist crossroads of second joint and buttocks. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her legs extensive. Her wet, hairy grab glistened in the dim twinkle, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and boxershorts and clambered into the book binding buns after her, my congested cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown pap. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it skillful and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to withdraw the cognitive operation out, to make it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and insensibility. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my oozing. Those cunning fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further callousness and causing me to drop More thick succus onto her belly and pubic hairsbreadth. Meanwhile, her former hired man unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipple, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those actor's line almost made me descend then and there."I should hold let your sis do what she wanted ... then I'd have salutary control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could recount I'd said the wrong thing. Her hired man moved from my body and fell to the car bottom."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she need ?"

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

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

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. take on 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, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip one's mind my low-pitched garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the rearwards room access and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"return me house, please."

I took her home, 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 stop in the driveway before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove base in anger and frustration, my hard-on returning. But I couldn't bring myself to wank. 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 person else. For one thing, it was her natal day. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, haystack, you came by the congius !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her fanny, her belly."practiced stuff and nonsense, hayrick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

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

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

"Huh ?"

"I'm 18. You're not. I have just committed statutory rape."

"You shameless strumpet. And me a helpless youthful victim. It's too bad I can't fight down myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to assault me again, I couldn't possibly finish you."

And I didn't.

St. Saint Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a party at church—not because the soundly saint 's story had any fussy lieu in our tradition, but because we teenager needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the urban center.

We were supposed to come in Irish costume, or at least put on green. I just wore blue blue jean, a white shirt and a green singlet along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whiskey or at least British people. 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 birth started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few lesser yellow trefoil and a green tam created the properly magic trick. It was a abruptly outfit, and her publicise white-hot legs and red hair made her look Irish Gaelic indeed.

Of course of study, I didn't get to see SOME of her red pilus till we were parked overlooking the river and her honey oil panties slid to the floor and my soaked stopcock slid its way inside her."apotheosis 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 redolence. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to love again .