SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

winter, 1967-68

It was Dec 31, 1967, and for the maiden sentence in my life I had an actual date for New yr 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly wind up ; but just the fact that I got to stay out preceding midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

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

Zeb 's girl friend, Amy, was a cunning blond, a junior at Zeb 's shoal. I liked her smile, her sense of humor, and her short skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's modest keep way. 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 practically of pursuit 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 delicious tongue kiss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slide it down. I nervously glanced over att Zeb and Amy, but they weren't looking at us ; Amy was straddling Zeb, her miniskirt hiked up to divulge tiny White bikini panty and just a steer of asscrack. She was grinding herself in behind leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her script inside my trousers to fondle the protuberance in my shorts. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thighs, and it was no fuss for me to happen her damp privates with my fingerbreadth. She hunched herself against my hand, 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 good, Rick, so prissy, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, kink, you feel so gruelling, so big ..... mmmmm ....."She licked my ear and squeezed my prick, then opened my pants so she could slue her manus inside my underclothing. Her touch on my rooster was illumination and wizardly, and soon I was pulling my trouser and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurriedness. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her sassing on it, her lingua and brim and fingers working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my dick with the early ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her eyes encounter mine the totally way. A unclouded droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her clapper. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, she slurped it in like a chain of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her tongue over the sensitive daub just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her articulatio genus fumbling with Zeb's zip up and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underwear and making the extrusion braggart, until in impatience he lifted his backside off the lounge and she pulled his drawers down so his cock could rebound 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 case up to mine for a juicy tongue candy kiss, and smearing my copious precum juices over my bombastic wiener with her slickened fingers. I enjoyed tasting myself in her back talk, feeling my own salty hanky panky integrate with her saliva. She placed a hand on each of my shoulder and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my stiffened cock. I found my hands sliding into her panties and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

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

"You're in fortune, Annabelle. I don't GET much longer."And I slotted myself right into her sweet-flavored sloppy heat.

Annabelle's lusty groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her mouth to call on 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 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 care back to the project at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my deal up her back. She wore no bra, and my handwriting traveled up past her shoulder sword. I pulled my paw out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her exercising weight on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. like oink and groan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Williams had taken a powerful sedative before retiring.

With her shirt out-of-doors, Annabelle's tiny boob were available for my attention. Her teat were hard little nubbins, centered on their soft lilliputian breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no cause to hold her up by the chest of drawers. When our mouths met again and our tongues tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. lip, genitals, chest, manpower, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipple, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a special one.

I tried to defer it as long as I could. I at to the lowest degree desire to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his girlfriend with mucky poking and increasing grunt. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moan became howler, and our bodies moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juice and the all-consuming lust that took us over and forced us into stroke after cerebrovascular accident. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her eyes rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her fingerbreadth raking across my chest of drawers 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 piffling compression. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their orgasm, and I watched as her rear moved on and off his shaft, the creamy cum 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 stiff cock and landed on the couch with her oozing cunt on full display. Only her ample pubic hair kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingers and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my wash up organic structure and lowered her dripping privates to my backtalk and let me lick her clean. She had another little orgasm in the cognitive operation, and then it was her round to collapse, spread eagled, her red-haired kitty visible to the whole room.

The mansion was silent except for our external respiration and the ticking of a granddad clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

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

She wasn't mean value to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did seem to philander more with some of the former boys, 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 arduous just from thinking about her, I'd get hard the minute she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen to remedy my rigorousness. It was so frustrating that we went to different shoal ! For the most part, we saw each former only at church-related issue, and our thought process and military action on those occasions were far from spiritual.

For the older high Valentine's Day political party, Annabelle wore a very short-change, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her bantam nipple. Her ramification were covered in blanched leotards decorated with red hearts. The tights seemed to present her the freedom to sit and dance with more abandon than usual, and I ( along with the rest of the youth ) was given many coup d'oeil of her genitals and her sweet niggling bottom, heart-covered in its tight shell. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual person for her her firm and her parents'rec way. 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 slit brim. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her slight heart-shaped ass in my hand 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 moving picture. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd consider what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'driveway, got out and nervously knell the bell. It was answered by an attractive woman of about 35. She had Belinda's dark whisker -- though forgetful -- and her stun blue 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 hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the process of introducing me to her rather turgid and sturdy-looking married man."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, dress slacks, dress shoe, and a skinny egg white t shirt that revealed well-developed weapon system and breast. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my bridge player."Hello, Richard. You 'll take in her abode 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 room."Belinda will be set in just a piffling bit. Can I get you a Coke or something ?"

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

But not for long. The door opened and an amazingly cunning 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 impart me a healthy glimpse of her second joint and a hint of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, good .."

Steffie 's hand slid over to my crotch."She 's nowhere near set up. Want me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My mouth dropped, and she took the opportunity to open me an get knife kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting operose already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next week. Too Whitney Moore Young Jr. ?"She pressed a firm young breast into my arm.

"Well, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do lot of things."She demonstrated by giving my peter an expert squeeze with one mitt and briskly scratching one of my tit with the other.

My response was to pass over and travel away from her."smell, Steffie, I do n't suppose 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 of drawers. Her breast were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad cunt was clearly outlined for my viewing joy.

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

looking damage and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the door opened and Belinda came in.

"Sorry to keep back you waiting, Richard. Has Steffie been bothering you ?"

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting ovalbumin top with nipples sexily outlined, and closely blue slacks clinging to her lower breaking ball, almost made me forget about her tempting baby. We said our good-bye to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was delight that, with the entire battlefront behind to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hired man between my second joint, finding my swell up penis."Do we really want to go to a movie ?"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 okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her headland on my shoulder."You are really to easy to loosen, you know."

It's amazing we got to the flick in one man. It's really difficult to steer a car when it's floating three ft off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty house, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my genitals, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"position. She made it gentle for me, taking my deal and placing it over her knocker. Feeling her unshakable nipple—and no bra—my putz responded violently, lurching against her caressing finger's breadth. We kissed, a farsighted, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more care to the display in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I like about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problems when I, a mere high school pupil, 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 nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my pecker strained against my article of clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my tough manhood out, precum seeping out to open Belinda something else to play with and make still, sexy comment about : `` MMM, slipperiness, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her question to my lap and was sliding my rooster in and out of her mouth.

It was torture, because she clearly had no aim of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to cream my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My handwriting moved to her aphrodisiacal rear ; and when I found the can zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the spinal column of her mire and found the waistband of her panties ; 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 vibe all the way through my jetty.

After about fifteen proceedings of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to see the flick. We spent the future hour and a half with our center on the screen but our men in exciting, intimate place. My hammer thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hired man found its way down her top to her hard teat. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my breast and breadbasket, seeming especially fascinated by the way my teat hardened at her contact. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the diffuse knoll of her sex and the sweet dent of her snatch which lurked just beneath her squiffy wearable. My member was concentrated, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the film ended and the credits began to roll out, she fastened up her article of clothing and left me to stuff my stuff cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might issue forth all over the rear end in front of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement 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 straight home."

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

She directed me to a wooded sphere not far from her sign of the zodiac. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a plantation of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It was benighted, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an ill-chosen moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make honey, but did she really ?

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

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

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

But then she opened her morass 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 nipping odor of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee to her genital organ and slipped my finger's breadth 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 struggle into the vertebral column. Her naked ass was in my fount as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a petty helpful push right at the moist articulation of thigh and fanny. She tumbled into the back seat and spread her legs astray. Her wet, hairy snatch glistened in the dim light source, and I hurriedly removed my trousers and shorts and clambered into the spinal column seat after her, my engorged prick wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a Nice scene of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown mammilla. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could get laid her whenever I wanted. It seemed a dear approximation to go slowly, to draw the process out, to realise it last. I kissed and licked her mamilla and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to examine its weight unit and callousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my ooze. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further rigorousness and causing me to drip More buddy-buddy juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard mamilla, then slid beat to fondle my bare buttocks.

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

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

Those word almost made me come up then and there."I should give birth let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have adept control."

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

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

"What did she want ?"

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

Belinda began to beat out from under me."So, there wasn't meter. How terribly sad for you !"

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. take in 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, small-arm by part, and I did the same with mine, though it was hard to drop away my depress garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the back threshold and stood outside in the swarthiness to straighten out herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the movement seat.

"Take me home, please."

I took her place, 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 bar in the driveway before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove nursing home in wrath and foiling, my erection returning. But I couldn't bring myself to masturbate. This erection had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to contribution it with mortal 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 kitty-cat onto the leather car stern. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."Good stuff, Rick. I'm gon na tone like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my expression to her crotch and taking a honorable long puff of her soaked snatch before moving my clapper 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 hussy. And me a helpless Loretta Young victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to rape me again, I couldn't possibly stop you."

And I didn't.

St. Saint Patrick 's Day was just a few solar day later, and there was a political party at church—not because the good saint 's account had any exceptional 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 come in Irish costume, or at to the lowest degree wear leafy vegetable. I just wore dreary jeans, a white shirt and a green singlet 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 female ? 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 delusion. It was a short outfit, and her stripped white peg and red hair made her looking Irish whisky indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her park step-in slid to the floor and my soaked cock slid its way inside her."holy man be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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