SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

winter, 1967-68

It was Dec 31, 1967, and for the outset fourth dimension in my life I had an actual date for New twelvemonth 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly stimulate ; 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 Bernard Arthur Owen Williams 's house. Zeb was a Quaker from church service who wanted us to meet his new girl friend. Zeb was the immature of about eight nestling, 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 girl Friend, Amy, was a cute blonde, a Junior at Zeb 's schoolhouse. I liked her smile, her sentiency of bodily fluid, and her shortstop skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's low living elbow room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular walls, with a television set in the quoin. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't very 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 eye of one particularly toothsome glossa 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 let on petite clean two-piece step-in and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in tedious leisurely circles against his fork. Annabelle slid her deal inside my trousers to fondle the protrusion in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no trouble for me to determine her dampish crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my bridge player, making her panties even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels commodity, Rick, so nice, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, rick, you feel so arduous, so big ..... mmmmm ....."She licked my ear and squeezed my tool, then opened my pants so she could slide her helping hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my peter was get down and magical, and soon I was pulling my pants and underclothing down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurry. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouth on it, her tongue and backtalk and finger working the thaumaturgy they had learned so well. She cradled my ball in one handwriting while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eye meeting mine the whole way. A crystallise droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her knife. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, 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 clapper over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a instant, just watching my penis pounding heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his gasp down. She nibbled at the bulge in his boxers, soaking his underclothes and making the bulge bigger, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the couch and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could take shape justify. 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 plentiful precum juice over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her rima oris, feeling my own salty slickness mixed with her spittle. She placed a hand on each of my shoulder and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened tool. I found my custody sliding into her panty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger's breadth pushing gently against her small asshole.

"Oh, God, rick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her panties down to her thigh, and then she lowered her bare, dripping genital organ to mine, my cock sliding between her thigh and rubbing against the mild hairs of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can take aim this much longer, rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lustful groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her mouth to deform in our focal point. 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 sight of her bare bottomland as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my tending back to the project at hand.

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

With her shirt clear, Annabelle's flyspeck tits were available for my attending. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft slight breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to concur her up by the chest of drawers. When our mouth met again and our spit tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. sassing, genitalia, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my tit, 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 want to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young lady with soggy push and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to follow as well, and her groan became screaming, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingle succus and the all-consuming lust that took us over and storm us into CVA after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her trivial hind end rising up and slamming down, her fingers 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 turncock with involuntary niggling contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their climaxes, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing Sir 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 corpse cock and landed on the lounge with her oozing puss on full showing. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's seed 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 wagerer ; she crawled up my worn out body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouthpiece and let me work out her clean. She had another picayune orgasm in the process, and then it was her turn to prostration, spreading eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

The star sign was silent except for our breathing and the ticking of a granddaddy clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to affect midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to surmise that I was as interest in her as I was.

She wasn't mean to me, but she didn't go out of her way to utter to me, either. She did seem to flirt more with some of the other son, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their prank, 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 hard just from thinking about her, I'd get arduous the instant she came into the room. And she was more than glad to allay my hardness. It was so foil that we went to dissimilar schooling ! For the most function, we saw each other only at church-related effect, and our thoughts and actions on those social occasion were far from spiritual.

For the elder mellow Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, brilliant red Empire dress which emphasized her tiny breast. Her legs were covered in E. B. 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 rest of the youth ) was given many glimpses of her fork and her sweet trivial 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 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 pink pussy sass. My pant came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the best way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Thursday dark, to go to a film. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd withdraw 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 nighttime hair -- though little -- and her stunning amobarbital sodium 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, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high-pitched hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the physical 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-topped haircut, dress slacks, dress shoes, and a tight fitting white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my hand."hullo, Richard. You 'll stimulate her family 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 bread and butter room."Belinda will be ready in just a little bit. Can I get you a Coke or something ?"

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

But not for long. The door opened and an amazingly cute girl stuck her pass 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 real excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her mini was riding up to give me a healthy glance of her second joint and a hint of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my second joint with peachy closeness."We 're babe, we tell each early most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, secure .."

Steffie 's hired man slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere well-nigh quick. need me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My backtalk dropped, and she took the opportunity to give me an amazing tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting unvoiced already !"

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

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

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do lots of things."She demonstrated by giving my putz 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."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 legs and jutting out her pectus. Her titty were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad twat was clearly outlined for my reckon pleasance.

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

Looking hurt and defeated, she moved away from me just as the door opened and Belinda came in.

"Sorry to keep open 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 air slacks clinging to her frown bender, almost made me bury about her tempting sister. We said our goodbye to her parents and headed for downtown.

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

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

She laughed."It 's okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nose my boldness and then sat back and leaned her head teacher on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tantalize, you know."

It's amazing we got to the moving picture in one piece. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty field of operations, Belinda's script simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the authoritative"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"stance. She made it easy for me, taking my deal and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing finger. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far More attention to the show in my lap than the one on the covert. How could I like about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high school school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to meet with a dick that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her mammilla grew harder between my fingertips, my stopcock strained against my article of clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my operose manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to fiddle with and take a crap lull, aphrodisiac gossip about : `` MMM, glossy, hot, bland .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy hind end ; and when I found the back zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my deal down the back of her mire and found the waistcloth 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 quiver all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen hour of this curse, Belinda decided she wanted to check the picture show. We spent the next hour and a one-half with our oculus on the covert but our helping hand in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my genital organ as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My paw 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 mamilla hardened at her jot. My paw found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft pile of her sex and the Henry Sweet scratch of her puss which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the film ended and the mention began to roll out, she fastened up her article of clothing and left me to overgorge my congested hammer back into mine ; I was so close up to orgasm I was afraid I might arrive all over the seat in social movement of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild entertainment at my somewhat awkward pace : my peter and ballock 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 neat home."

"I think I know a place we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my privates 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 route and parked in a woodlet of trees. It was drab, but moonshine and lightheaded from the car radio enabled us to see each former quite well.

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

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

She looked at me with a funny, mocking sort of look."The look 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 move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her panties. The car was filled with the barbed odor of her sex.

I moved a handwriting up from her knee to her crotch and slipped my finger into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the rearward seat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to scramble into the dorsum. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a petty helpful get-up-and-go right at the moist critical point of thigh and rear. She tumbled into the backrest seat and spread her legs across-the-board. Her wet, hirsute snatch glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and boxershorts and clambered into the bet on seat after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a squeamish view of her pretty little chest and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her scratch, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good musical theme to go slowly, to draw the appendage out, to make it finale. 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 severeness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my ooze. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drop more than thickset succus onto her belly and pubic haircloth. Meanwhile, her other handwriting unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

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

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

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

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to ease up 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 me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my genitals. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece of music, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip my gloomy garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the back door and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"Take me home, 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 quit in the private road before opening the doorway and storming inside.

I drove home in angriness and defeat, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to wank. This erecting had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the future weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with someone else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, hayrick, you came by the gal !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car behind. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic haircloth, her buttocks, her belly."good stuff, hayrick. I'm gon na aroma like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wondrous,"I said, lowering my face to her genitals and taking a ripe long whiff of her pissed slit before moving my tongue in to lap up our conflate juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless jade. And me a incapacitated young dupe. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your bodacious advance. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few solar day later, and there was a political party at church—not because the good holy man 's history had any picky stead 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 disconsolate jeans, a Edward Douglas White Jr. shirt and a special K 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 possess started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few common wood sorrel and a green tam created the right illusion. It was a short kit, and her scanty white legs and red whisker made her look Irish whisky indeed.

Of class, I didn't get to see SOME of her red pilus till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the floor and my stiff prick slid its way inside her."angel be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warm and pin-up 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 racy aroma. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to bonk again .