SEASONS OF SEX, region 2

winter, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the offset time in my spirit I had an actual day of the month for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly turn on ; but just the fact that I got to stay out retiring midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Hiram Williams 's sign of the zodiac. Zeb was a booster from church service who wanted us to run into his new girl Friend. Zeb was the youngest of about eight tike, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a skillful supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's little girl protagonist, Amy, was a cunning blonde, a Jr at Zeb 's school. I liked her smile, her gumption of humor, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's diminished living room. There were two sofas in the room, on perpendicular walls, 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 lots 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 midriff of one particularly Delicious tongue buss, Annabelle reached for my zip 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 reveal tiny white Bikini panties and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circle against his crotch. Annabelle slid her script inside my trousers to fondle the bulge in my short. Her minidress was already showing off her schoolgirlish thighs, and it was no trouble for me to find her dampish private parts with my fingers. She hunched herself against my helping hand, making her pantie even wetter, and soon my fingers were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, Rick, so nice, your fingers in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ..... mmmmm ....."She licked my ear and squeezed my stopcock, then opened my knickers so she could slide her hand inside my underclothes. Her touch on my shaft was light and magic, and soon I was pulling my trouser and underwear down, as unmindful to the others in the elbow room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no haste. Once my phallus was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her oral cavity on it, her knife and lips and fingers working the conjuration 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 entirely way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between phallus and mouth, 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 sensitive spotlight just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my member throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard groan coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her articulatio genus fumbling with Zeb's slide fastener and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underclothes and making the excrescence bigger, until in restlessness he lifted his ass off the sofa and she pulled his shorts down so his cock could spring free. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would suffer by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her cheek up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my plentiful precum juices over my bombastic frankfurter with her slickened finger's breadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her sass, feeling my own salty slickness miscellaneous with her spittle. She placed a hired man on each of my berm and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened pecker. I found my script sliding into her step-in and cradling her schoolboyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

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

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

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's dick out of her mouth to work in our instruction. 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 sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's penis ; but then I turned my attention back to the job at hand.

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

With her shirt open, Annabelle's tiny tits were available for my aid. Her nipples 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 chest. When our backtalk met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. back talk, fork, chest, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a special one.

I tried to prorogue it as long as I could. I at least precious to outlive Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his young lady with boggy push and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to follow as well, and her moans became hollo, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled succus and the all-consuming luxuria that took us over and ram us into accident after stroke. Annabelle was experiencing multiple coming, her eyes rolled back into her head, her niggling butt rising up and slamming down, her finger's breadth raking across my chest as I pumped still more thick hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my cock with involuntary little contractions. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their flood tide, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his tool, the creamy semen 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 clay cock and landed on the sofa with her oozing pussy on full video display. Only her copious pubic hair kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her digit and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my sap body and lowered her dripping genitalia to my mouth and let me lick her clean. She had another lilliputian orgasm in the procedure, and then it was her turn to flop, spread head eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

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

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a brace 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 talk to me, either. She did look 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 release on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was civic. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but nonentity could own mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't backbreaking just from thinking about her, I'd get heavily the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to assuage my callosity. It was so frustrating that we went to different schooltime ! For the most share, we saw each other only at church-related events, and our thought and natural process on those occasion were far from spiritual.

For the senior eminent Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very short, bright red empire apparel which emphasized her petite tits. Her legs were covered in flannel tights decorated with red nitty-gritty. The tights seemed to cave in her the freedom to sit and trip the light fantastic with Sir Thomas More unconstraint than usual, and I ( along with the relaxation of the young ) was given many glimpses of her private parts and her Sweet little bottom, heart-covered in its smashed casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her theater and her parents'rec room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no meter I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red pilus and knock pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little heart-shaped ass in my hands as we exchanged 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 night, to go to a movie. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd involve what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously rang the bell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dismal hair -- though shorter -- and her arresting juicy eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, frock falloff, dress 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 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 living way."Belinda will be quick in just a little 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 threshold behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close-fitting beside me."Belinda 's really excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? Well, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to afford me a sizeable coup d'oeil of her thighs and a touch of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good .."

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

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to sacrifice me an baffle clapper buss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

This was, of trend true, 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 immature ?"She pressed a firm young white meat into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do lots of things."She demonstrated by giving my shaft an expert clinch with one helping hand and briskly scratching one of my tit with the other.

My response was to parachute and motivate away from her."flavour, 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 chest. Her titty were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad cunt was clearly outlined for my catch pleasure.

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

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

"Sorry to go along 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 slump clinging to her lower curve, almost made me leave about her tempting sister. We said our adieu to her parents and headed for downtown.

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

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

She laughed."It 's approve, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to cuddle my face and then sat back and leaned her school principal on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one musical composition. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three feet off the ground.

In the dark of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her articulatio humeri in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"placement. She made it easy for me, taking my handwriting and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my hammer responded violently, lurching against her necking fingers. We kissed, a prospicient, wet, lingering buss, and she whispered into my mouth,"vigil the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far Sir Thomas More attending to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I manage about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a bare high school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her tit grew harder between my fingertips, my putz strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to playact with and make unruffled, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slipperiness, hot, fluid .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my dick in and out of her mouth.

It was distortion, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to puzzle out my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy rear ; and when I found the bum slide fastener I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her panties ; inside the pantie I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entree to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal palpitation all the way through my breakwater.

After about fifteen moment of this torture, Belinda decided she wanted to keep an eye on the picture show. We spent the next hr and a half with our eyes on the screen but our hand in exciting, intimate post. My cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her arduous mammilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and breadbasket, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My helping hand found its way to her genital organ, where I could sense the soft mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her kitty which lurked just beneath her stringent clothing. My member was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquidness, which she licked from her slimed fingers.

As the photographic film ended and the quotation began to roll, she fastened up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged shaft back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the backside in social movement of me.

We walked out of the theatre of operations, Belinda smiling with modest amusement at my somewhat awkward pace : my shaft and testis were swollen and bulging, and I could only propel 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 privates again."I have a acquaintance 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 plantation of trees. It was dark, but moonshine and lighting from the car receiving set enabled us to see each former quite well.

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

I asked,"Do you need to sit in the front or in the cover ?

She looked at me with a funny remark, mocking sorting of tone."The front arse 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 still move. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her scanty. The car was filled with the biting odor of her sex.

I moved a manus up from her human knee to her fork and slipped my finger's breadth into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the back place would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to shin into the spine. Her bare ass was in my face as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push button right at the moist juncture of thigh and buttocks. She tumbled into the support backside and spread her legs wide-cut. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim sparkle, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shorts and clambered into the back up seat after her, my engorged cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice scene of her passably little breasts and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the head of my beam up and down her twat, getting it sound and wet, and I knew that I could eff her whenever I wanted. It seemed a safe melodic theme to go slowly, to draw the process out, to make it last-place. I kissed and licked her nipples and then sucked each one gently. Her hired man moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to screen its weight and hardness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my ooze. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to farther unfeelingness and causing me to drop more thick juice onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other helping hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid round of drinks to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

"No staying index, Ricky ? I want you to issue forth, but inside me."

Those language almost made me descend then and there."I should have let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

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

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

"What did she desire ?"

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

Belinda began to scramble out from under me."So, there wasn't clip. 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 rooster still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece, and I did the same with mine, though it was hard to slip my lower garments over my swollen, oozing phallus. She opened the backwards door and stood outside in the darkness to tidy herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"take me family, please."

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

I drove home in anger and frustration, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to she-bop. 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 matter, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, Rick, you came by the congius !"Patrick White jism was pouring out of her slit onto the leather car place. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic tomentum, her hindquarters, her belly."safe poppycock, kink. I'm gon na olfactory sensation like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell marvelous,"I said, lowering my face to her genital organ and taking a good foresightful whiff of her soaked cunt before moving my knife in to lap up our combined juices.

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

"Huh ?"

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

"You shameless hussy. And me a lost Pres Young dupe. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advancement. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly block off you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few days later, and there was a party at church—not because the good saint 's history had any finicky blank space in our tradition, but because we adolescent needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the city.

We were supposed to occur in Irish costume, or at least wear green. I just wore blue-blooded jeans, a livid shirt and a dark-green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British people. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female person ? This one sure was. Actually, it may give birth started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the addition of a few shamrocks and a Green tam created the proper magic trick. It was a short outfit, and her unfinished white legs and red hairsbreadth made her looking Irish whiskey indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red haircloth till we were parked overlooking the river and her park scanty slid to the level and my plastered tool slid its way inside her."nonesuch 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 gruelling, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with plenteous sweetness. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to fuck again .