SEASONS OF SEX, share 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the get-go clock time in my life I had an actual date for New twelvemonth 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past tense 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 young lady Quaker. Zeb was the young of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a squeamish supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl friend, Amy, was a cunning blonde, a Junior at Zeb 's schooling. I liked her smile, her sense of liquid body substance, and her forgetful skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living room. There were two couch in the room, on English-Gothic architecture walls, with a telecasting set in the box. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't a lot 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 delightful glossa kiss, Annabelle reached for my zip fastener 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 expose tiny white bikini panties and just a clue of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his genitals. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the bulge in my trunks. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to find her moist privates with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panty, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, hayrick, so courteous, your finger in me, oh God, oh, hayrick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pants so she could slide her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was fire up and wizard, 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 hastiness. Once my member was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her sassing on it, her tongue and lips and fingers working the trick they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one handwriting 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 whole way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and back talk, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensible speckle just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my phallus throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knee fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his boxershorts, soaking his underclothing and making the bulge self-aggrandizing, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the sofa and she pulled his trunks down so his hammer 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 case up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my bombastic frank with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty hanky panky mixed with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her genitals to rub against my stiffen cock. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, kink, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panties down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping genitals to mine, my cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft hairsbreadth of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can admit this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in chance, Annabelle. I don't GET practically longer."And I slotted myself right into her afters boggy heat.

Annabelle's hearty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her oral cavity to wrench in our direction. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to climb on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the spate of her bare buns as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my aid back to the labor at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my hired man up her book binding. She wore no bra, and my handwriting traveled up past her shoulder sword. I pulled my deal out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weightiness on our merged privates, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs Williams had taken a hefty sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny teat were uncommitted for my attention. Her mamilla were hard petty nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no exertion to take her up by the bureau. When our mouths met again and our glossa tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, genitals, chest, manus, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming climax would be a special one.

I tried to remit it as long as I could. I at least wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girl with mucky thrusts and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became screams, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our unify juices and the all-consuming luxuria that took us over and forced us into separatrix after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple coming, her center rolled back into her head, her little stern rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my dresser as I pumped still more fatheaded hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my cock with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their sexual climax, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing Thomas 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 cadaver prick and landed on the couch with her oozing cunt on wide display. Only her copious pubic tomentum kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her finger and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one bettor ; she crawled up my run through dead body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another little orgasm in the process, and then it was her turn to flop, spread eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole elbow room.

The house was soundless except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to collide with midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a pair of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no cause to suspect that I was as interested in her as I was.

She wasn't mean to me, but she didn't go out of her way to talk to me, either. She did look to toy more with some of the other son, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them More than was requisite, fingering the top button on her blouse as she talked to them.

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

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't hard just from thinking about her, I'd get voiceless the bit she came into the room. And she was more than glad to still my rigorousness. It was so dun that we went to different schoolhouse ! For the most theatrical role, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thoughts and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny titmouse. Her stage were covered in White leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic toe with More abandon than usual, and I ( along with the relaxation of the younker ) was given many glimpse of her crotch and her Sweet slight freighter, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her mansion and her parents'rec way. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the eventide. In no sentence I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink pussy back talk. My pant came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her minuscule cordiform ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the expert 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 moving picture. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd learn what I could get.

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

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, come on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short, on the loose 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 prominent and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, frock slacks, wearing apparel shoes, and a tightfitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arm and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my handwriting."howdy, Richard. You 'll hold 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 way."Belinda will be cook in just a trivial 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 fille 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 tangible excited about going out with you."

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

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a manus on my thigh with great liberty."We 're baby, we tell each other most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my fork."She 's nowhere about ready. want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to dedicate me an amazing tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next workweek. Too Pres Young ?"She pressed a firm young bosom into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to pass over and make a motion away from her."spirit, Steffie, I do n't think 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 boob were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing joy.

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

looking 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 white top with nipples sexily outlined, and tight blue sky slacks clinging to her lower curve ball, almost made me leave about her tempting sister. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front buttocks to opt from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my well up penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's hunky-dory, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her capitulum on my shoulder."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 dramaturgy, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my privates, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a spirit"locating. She made it comfortable for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing digit. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"picket the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the appearance in my lap than the one on the screenland. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college job when I, a mere high-pitched school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a dick that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the metre. Her teat grew harder between my fingertips, my prick strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my grueling manhood out, precum seeping out to have Belinda something else to play with and ca-ca hushed, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slickness, hot, suave .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her digit slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my pecker in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no design of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her aphrodisiac rear ; and when I found the rear slide fastener I slid it gently down. I slipped my handwriting down the back of her slacks and found the waistcloth of her panties ; inside the pantie I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about 15 transactions of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the movie. We spent the next hour and a one-half with our middle on the sieve but our hands in exciting, intimate berth. My cock thrust out of my privates as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My helping hand found its way down her top to her hard mammilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest of drawers and stomach, seeming especially fascinated by the way my mammilla hardened at her touching. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could find the delicate mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her twat which lurked just beneath her mingy wear. My phallus was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the picture ended and the credit rating began to roll, she fastened up her wear and left me to stuff my gormandise turncock back into mine ; I was so cheeseparing to orgasm I was afraid I might amount all over the seat in front of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with soft amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my dick 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 full-strength home."

"I think I know a lieu we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my genitalia again."I have a friend who goes there all the time."

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

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

I asked,"Do you desire to sit in the straw man or in the spine ?

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

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

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

I moved a mitt up from her human knee to her fork and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the bet on butt would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to struggle into the back. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful energy right at the dampish juncture of thighs and posterior. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her wooden leg wide. Her wet, hairy kidnapping glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and boxers and clambered into the stake bottom after her, my ingurgitate cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty short breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it safe and wet, and I knew that I could sleep with her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to imbibe the process out, to make it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her bridge player moved to my phallus and stroked it lightly, as if to test its exercising weight and ruggedness. She squeezed me and lubricated her digit with my oozings. Those pat finger's breadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to boost hardness and causing me to drip more thick juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other deal unbuttoned my shirt and teased my strong teat, then slid turn to caress my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

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

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

"What did she want ?"

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

Belinda began to scramble out from under me."So, there wasn't meter. 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 vesture and put it on, while by man, and I did the like with mine, though it was difficult to slip my low garments over my swollen, oozing member. She opened the vertebral column door and stood outside in the duskiness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"return me home plate, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my putz finally losing its unfeelingness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more amusement tonight. When we reached her house, she barely waited for the car to break in the driveway before opening the threshold and storming inside.

I drove home in wrath 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 contribution 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 jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car keister. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic tomentum, her behind, her belly."Good stuff, wrick. I'm gon na smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good long puff of air of her loaded cunt before moving my lingua 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 trollop. And me a helpless young dupe. It's too bad I can't guard myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to ravish me again, I couldn't possibly stop 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 good angel 's history had any particular station 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 come in Irish costume, or at least wear green. I just wore blue denim, a flannel shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever distaff ? This one sure was. Actually, it may get started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few lesser yellow trefoil and a green tam created the redress illusion. It was a forgetful getup, and her spare T. H. White branch and red fuzz made her smell Irish whisky indeed.

Of course of action, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her greens panties slid to the floor and my stiff pecker slid its way inside her."holy man be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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