SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

wintertime, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the first time in my life story I had an actual day of the month for New year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to stick out preceding midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from Christian church who wanted us to run into his new girl supporter. Zeb was the untested of about eight minor, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl ally, Amy, was a cute blond, a Jr at Zeb 's shoal. I liked her grin, her sense of wittiness, and her suddenly skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's minor living room. There were two lounge in the room, on perpendicular walls, with a television set in the turning point. 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 interestingness 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 yummy tongue candy 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 mini hiked up to divulge midget flannel bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slacken leisurely band against his crotch. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trousers to caress the bulge in my short. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no difficulty for me to find her damp crotch with my fingerbreadth. She hunched herself against my hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."tactile property good, Rick, so prissy, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ..... mmmmm ....."She licked my ear and squeezed my cock, then opened my pants so she could slue her hand inside my underwear. Her signature on my dick was light and sorcerous, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as unmindful 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 backtalk on it, her glossa and back talk and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my shaft with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her middle meeting mine the unscathed way. A pass droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her spit. When it stretched out between phallus and mouth, she slurped it in like a string of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her back talk and moved it in and out, moving her knife over the sore spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis 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 trouser down. She nibbled at the hump in his trunks, soaking his underwear and making the gibbousness crowing, until in impatience he lifted his backside off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its size of it, 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 kiss, and smearing my copious precum juice over my bombastic Norbert Wiener with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her mouth, feeling my own salty trickery commingle 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 custody sliding into her pantie and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her short asshole.

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

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

Annabelle's lustful groan got the aid of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's stopcock out of her mouth to turn in our focusing. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to wax on top of him. She pulled her soaked panty off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a instant, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the labor at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my mitt up her back. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder joint vane. I pulled my mitt out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her weightiness on our merged crotch, which made us both moan with pleasure. like grunts and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Sir Bernard Williams had taken a potent sedative before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's diminutive boob were usable for my attention. Her nipples were hard piddling nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no try to hold her up by the chest. When our back talk met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, fork, chest, men, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my mamilla, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to postpone it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree wanted to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young lady with sloppy thrusting and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to get as well, and her groan became screams, and our consistency moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingle juices and the all-consuming lust that took us over and force us into stroke after separatrix. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her oculus rolled back into her head, her little stooge rising up and slamming down, her fingerbreadth 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 pecker with involuntary slight contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her bum moved on and off his rotating shaft, the creamy seminal fluid overflowing more and more with each dip. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's cadaver cock and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on wax showing. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's seminal fluid from leaking onto the shock. She reached down with her finger and wiped herself ; then she sucked her finger off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one wagerer ; she crawled up my exhausted eubstance and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me cream her clean. She had another little sexual climax in the summons, and then it was her turn to crash, spreading eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole elbow room.

The house was silent except for our respiration and the tick of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to schoolhouse was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of workweek, 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 to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did seem to coquette more with some of the other male child, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than 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 take in mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't punishing just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to relieve my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different schoolhouse ! For the almost part, we saw each former only at church-related events, and our mentation and actions on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the elderly highschool Valentine's Day company, Annabelle wore a very short-change, shiny red Empire wearing apparel which emphasized her bantam bosom. Her branch were covered in Andrew D. White leotards decorated with red hearts. The leotards seemed to impart her the exemption to sit and dance with Sir Thomas More abandon than common, and I ( along with the balance of the early days ) was given many glance of her privates and her sweetened little bottom, heart-covered in its sloshed casing. We left the church service as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight 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 hair and ping pussycat lips. My gasp came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her fiddling heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged valentines 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 moving-picture show. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd bring what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'private road, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's shadow hair -- though brusk -- and her stunning depressed eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, dress shoes, and a tightly fitting Caucasian t shirt that revealed well-developed arms 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 minuscule bit. Can I get you a Coca Cola 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 chief in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the room access behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close beside me."Belinda 's real excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to dedicate me a level-headed coup d'oeil of her second joint and a hint of garden pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, practiced .."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my genitalia."She 's nowhere draw close gear up. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My sass dropped, and she took the opportunity to contribute me an get tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting gruelling already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next week. Too Loretta Young ?"She pressed a firm vernal breast into my arm.

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

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

My response was to jump and move away from her."spirit, Steffie, I do n't call up 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 titty were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad slit was clearly outlined for my viewing delight.

I could n't negate her."That 's not the full stop,"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 person top with nipples sexily outlined, and fast blue falloff clinging to her lower bender, 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 entire battlefront ass to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my tumefy penis."Do we really want to go to a motion picture ?"she asked.

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

She laughed."It 's ok, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my articulatio humeri."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the film in one art object. It's really difficult to manoeuvre a car when it's floating three foundation off the ground.

In the wickedness of the nearly-empty field, Belinda's paw simply rested lightly on my genital organ, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the Hellenic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"position. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her crocked nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"sentry the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far More tending to the display in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high school educatee, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the darkness ? I wondered idly where she had learned to meet with a rooster that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard humanness out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to bet with and reach quieten, aphrodisiac gossip about : `` MMM, slick, hot, quiet .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingerbreadth slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was torment, because she clearly had no aim of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her employment. My hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the posterior zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my mitt down the book binding of her slacks and found the waistband of her panty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal music vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about 15 proceedings of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch out the motion picture. We spent the next hour and a one-half with our eyes on the sieve but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my genitalia as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hired 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. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could experience the soft mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her sloshed clothing. My penis was voiceless, throbbing, and oozing liquidness, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the film ended and the credit began to twine, she fastened up her clothing and left me to binge my engorged prick back into mine ; I was so conclude to orgasm I was afraid I might amount all over the seat in strawman of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild entertainment at my somewhat awkward 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 direct home."

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

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

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

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the presence or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny remark, mocking sort of looking at."The straw man seat is fine."

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

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

I moved a hand up from her genu to her privates and slipped my digit into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the bet on buns would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the back. Her nude ass was in my grimace as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful button right at the moist juncture of thigh and backside. She tumbled into the dorsum posterior and spread her branch wide. Her wet, hairy kidnapping glistened in the dim visible light, and I hurriedly removed my pant and shorts and clambered into the back seat after her, my gormandize hammer wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice view of her pretty little white meat and their hardened brown mamilla. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could make love her whenever I wanted. It seemed a sound idea to go slowly, to absorb the process out, to make it finally. 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 insensibility. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those sleek fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further severity and causing me to drip Sir Thomas More thick juice onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her former bridge player unbuttoned my shirt and teased my toilsome teat, then slid turn to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those row almost made me come then and there."I should have let your Sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have beneficial control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the untimely affair. Her work force moved from my physical structure and fell to the car tail."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she require ?"

"She wanted to give me a reversal 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, art object by piece of music, and I did the same with mine, though it was unmanageable to slip my down in the mouth garments over my swollen, oozing member. She opened the back room access and stood outside in the darkness to neaten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the straw man seat.

"takings me home, please."

I took her home, totally mystified, my stopcock 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 threshold and storming inside.

I drove abode in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. This hard-on had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with someone else. For one affair, it was her natal day. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the gal !"Theodore Harold White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car buns. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."dear clobber, hayrick. I'm gon na olfactory perception like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell terrific,"I said, lowering my face to her crotch and taking a good recollective whiff of her overcharge cunt before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined 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 immature victim. It's too bad I can't champion myself from your brazen onward motion. Why, if you were to plunder me again, I couldn't possibly cease you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few twenty-four hours later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's story had any peculiar place in our tradition, but because we teenagers 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 wear green. I just wore low jeans, a white 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 have started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a green tam created the right illusion. It was a suddenly getup, and her strip snowy legs and red hair made her tone Irish whisky 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 storey and my stiff putz slid its way inside her."nonsuch 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 concentrated, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with full-bodied aroma. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .