SEASONS OF SEX, Part 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 persist out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's mansion. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to meet his new fille friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight tyke, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's female child friend, Amy, was a precious blonde, a Jnr at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her poor annulus. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living room. There were two sofas in the way, on vertical bulwark, 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 much of interest on TV, but we were n't looking at it anyway. Annabelle snuggled up to me and all I cared about was snuggling.

In the center of one particularly delicious tongue kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slue 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 discover tiny white bikini panties and just a intimation of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely rope against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hired 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 encounter her moist genitals with my fingers. She hunched herself against my hand, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingerbreadth were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, Rick, so nice, your fingerbreadth in me, oh God, oh, rick, you feel so intemperate, 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 light and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as forgetful 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 mouthpiece on it, her clapper and brim and fingers working the conjuring trick they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my scape with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes meeting mine the whole way. A illuminate droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and rima oris, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her sassing and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensible spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a consequence, 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 pant down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the bulge bigger, until in impatience he lifted his buns off the sofa and she pulled his short pants down so his peter could rebound 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 facial expression up to mine for a juicy lingua buss, and smearing my copious precum succus 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 hired man on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my tighten cock. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boylike asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, Rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slew her panty down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping crotch to mine, my hammer sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the flaccid hairsbreadth of her molten piffling slit."I don't think I can take this much longer, Rick,"she whispered.

"You're in portion, Annabelle. I don't GET much longer."And I slotted myself right into her seraphic sloppy heat.

Annabelle's concupiscent groan got the aid of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's rooster out of her sass to become 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 panty off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the mountain of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attending back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my peter, I slid my work force up her back. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder blades. I pulled my workforce out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weighting on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with delight. similar oink and moan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's diminutive pap were uncommitted for my attending. Her tit were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to hold her up by the pectus. When our mouths met again and our lingua tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, genitals, pectus, workforce, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my teat, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a especial 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 girl with sloppy thrusts and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to follow as well, and her groan became screams, and our soundbox moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juices and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple coming, her optic rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her fingerbreadth raking across my dresser 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 tool with involuntary trivial muscular contraction. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her back moved on and off his shaft, the creamy come 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 turncock and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on full display. Only her ample pubic fuzz kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingerbreadth off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my fatigued body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me work out her clean. She had another little orgasm in the mental process, and then it was her turn to crash, bedcover eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole elbow room.

The star sign was silent except for our ventilation 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 couple of hebdomad, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to suspect that I was as occupy in her as I was.

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

To me she was civil. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but nobody could have 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 hard the arcminute she came into the room. And she was more than felicitous to exempt my harshness. It was so dun that we went to different school day ! For the most character, we saw each other only at church-related outcome, and our idea and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the senior senior high Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very inadequate, bright red imperium dress which emphasized her tiny tits. Her stage were covered in white tights decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and dance with More abandon than usual, and I ( along with the eternal sleep of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her genitalia and her Sweet minuscule bottom, heart-covered in its tight casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her house and her parents'rec elbow room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no fourth dimension I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and tap kitty-cat lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordiform ass in my hands as we exchanged valentine in the near way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Thursday night, to go to a motion-picture show. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd drive 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 woman of about 35. She had Belinda's sour hair -- though shorter -- and her stupefy gentle 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, release housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high gear hemline. But I could n't gaze, because she was in the cognitive process of introducing me to her rather large and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, clothes slacks, clothes shoes, and a tight-fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."Hello, Richard. You 'll have her nursing 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 animation room."Belinda will be ready in just a lilliputian 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 cunning girl stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very unaired beside me."Belinda 's actual excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to throw me a healthy glimpse of her thigh and a hint of garden pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, effective .."

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

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an amazing natural language kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting laborious already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next week. Too untested ?"She pressed a firm youth titty into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do dozens of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert wring with one hand and briskly scratching one of my nipple with the other.

My response was to jump and move away from her."feel, 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 stage and jutting out her chest. Her chest were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad slit was clearly outlined for my watch pleasure.

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

Looking 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 top with nipples sexily outlined, and blotto amobarbital sodium slacks clinging to her lower curves, almost made me forget about her tempting sis. We said our bye-bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the total front seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thigh, finding my egotistical member."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"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 buttock and then sat back and leaned her heading on my articulatio humeri."You are really to easy to ride, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one art object. It's really difficult to guide a car when it's floating three animal foot off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my genitalia, while I had an arm around her berm in the definitive"Maybe I Can Cop a feeling"position. She made it light for me, taking my hand and placing it over her knocker. Feeling her strong nipple—and no bra—my rooster responded violently, lurching against her fondling finger's breadth. We kissed, a foresighted, wet, lingering osculation, and she whispered into my mouth,"spotter the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far Thomas More attention to the show in my lap than the one on the silver screen. How could I care about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a simple mellow schoolhouse student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the wickedness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to trifle with a turncock that way, but it really didn't thing much to me at the time. Her tit grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to flirt with and create calm, sexy comments about : `` MMM, glossy, hot, politic .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her finger slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was agony, 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 hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the rise up zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the dorsum of her morass and found the waistband of her panties ; inside the scanty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entryway to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about xv proceedings of this torture, Belinda decided she wanted to learn the movie. We spent the next hour and a half with our center on the screen but our hand in exciting, intimate places. My prick thrust out of my crotch 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 nipples hardened at her touch modality. My handwriting found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the diffuse hummock of her sex and the sweet slit of her snatch which lurked just beneath her tight wearable. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquidity, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the film ended and the credits began to wind, she fastened up her habiliment and left me to thrust my gormandise cock back into mine ; I was so closelipped to orgasm I was afraid I might issue forth all over the behind in front end of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild entertainment at my somewhat clumsy gait : my cock 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 straight home."

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

She directed me to a wooded domain not far from her house. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a orchard of trees. It was obscure, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each early quite well.

There was an awkward here and now. It seemed obvious that she wanted to realize dear, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the social movement or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sorting of look."The figurehead seat is fine."

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

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

I moved a hand up from her knee 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 scramble into the back. Her unfinished ass was in my cheek as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a slight helpful get-up-and-go right at the moist juncture of thigh and ass. She tumbled into the back tush and spread her legs extensive. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim spark, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and shorts and clambered into the back seat after her, my engorged peter wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice perspective of her pretty niggling breasts and their hardened brown nipple. I rubbed the capitulum 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 estimate to go slowly, to string the procedure out, to make it last. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my member and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and rigour. She squeezed me and lubricated her finger's breadth with my oozings. Those glossy finger's breadth slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further inclemency and causing me to drop to a greater extent midst juices onto her belly and pubic hair's-breadth. Meanwhile, her former paw unbuttoned my shirt and teased my concentrated tit, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those word almost made me make out then and there."I should consume let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her handwriting moved from my soundbox and fell to the car place."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

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

Belinda began to scramble out from under me."So, there wasn't metre. 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 objet d'art, and I did the same with mine, though it was unmanageable to slip my down in the mouth garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the backbone door and stood outside in the shadow to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the battlefront seat.

"Take me home, please."

I took her family, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its insensibility, 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 room access and storming inside.

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

But the following weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with someone else. For one matter, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the congius !"albumen jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car backside. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her fanny, her belly."Good stuff, haystack. I'm gon na flavor like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my side to her crotch and taking a commodity long puff of air of her soaked bitch before moving my tongue in to lap up our unite juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless strumpet. And me a helpless young dupe. It's too bad I can't oppose myself from your brazen forward motion. Why, if you were to assault me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. St. Patrick 's Day was just a few years later, and there was a company at church—not because the good saint 's story had any picky place in our custom, 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 whiskey costume, or at least wear special K. I just wore dreary jeans, a egg white shirt and a green waistcoat 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 have started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few Trifolium dubium and a green tam created the redress illusion. It was a shortstop getup, and her bare white legs and red hair made her looking Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red fuzz till we were parked overlooking the river and her Green panties slid to the floor and my stiff stopcock slid its way inside her."nonpareil 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 fragrancy. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .