time of year OF SEX, Part 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the foremost time in my life I had an real date for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly commove ; but just the fact that I got to stick out past 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 champion from church who wanted us to meet his new little girl friend. Zeb was the immature of about eight children, and his widowed mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a courteous supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl Quaker, Amy, was a precious blonde, a Jnr at Zeb 's school day. I liked her smile, her horse sense of humor, and her short-change skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's small living room. There were two sofas in the way, on perpendicular walls, with a television system set in the recession. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left. There was n't much 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 eye of one particularly Delicious tongue buss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slither 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 bring out tiny Caucasian bikini step-in and just a mite of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his private parts. Annabelle slid her hand inside my trouser to fondle the bulge in my trunks. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish thigh, and it was no trouble for me to find her moist crotch with my fingers. She hunched herself against my paw, making her step-in even wetter, and soon my finger were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, haystack, so nice, your finger's breadth in me, oh God, oh, haystack, you feel so hard, so big ..... mmmmm ....."She licked my ear and squeezed my stopcock, then opened my bloomers so she could slip her hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was brightness and magic, and soon I was pulling my pants and underwear down, as oblivious to the others in the room as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hurriedness. Once my phallus was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her mouthpiece on it, her spit and lips and digit working the magic they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one paw while squeezing my shaft with the other ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her optic group meeting mine the whole way. A clear droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her spit. When it stretched out between phallus and sass, she slurped it in like a strand 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 throbbing heatedly in her hand.

I heard moan coming from across the elbow room and saw that Amy was now on her knees fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his pants down. She nibbled at the bulge in his shorts, soaking his underclothes and making the bulge with child, until in impatience he lifted his buttocks off the lounge and she pulled his underdrawers down so his cock could leap free people. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would bear by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her face up to mine for a juicy tongue candy kiss, and smearing my copious precum juice over my turgid wiener with her slickened fingerbreadth. I enjoyed tasting myself in her back talk, feeling my own salty skulduggery mixed 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 paw sliding into her panty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, kink, 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 tool sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft pilus of her molten niggling cunt."I don't think I can film this much yearner, Rick,"she whispered.

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

Annabelle's lustful moan got the aid of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's tool out of her lip to turn in our charge. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to go up on top of him. She pulled her soaked panties off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a present moment, the sight of her bare bottom as she impaled herself on Zeb's phallus ; but then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my hammer, I slid my hands up her back. She wore no bra, and my manpower traveled up past her shoulder blades. 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 crotch, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar oink and groans were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Roger Williams had taken a potent depressant before retiring.

With her shirt open, Annabelle's midget mammilla were available for my tending. Her pap were backbreaking little nubbins, centered on their soft little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no crusade to hold her up by the chest. When our mouths met again and our clapper tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. back talk, crotch, dresser, hands, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipple, and I somehow knew the coming sexual climax would be a exceptional one.

I tried to hold over 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 female child with sloppy thrusts and increasing grunts. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became shout out, and our dead body moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our mingled juice and the all-consuming lustfulness that took us over and force us into shot after virgule. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her middle rolled back into her fountainhead, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my thorax 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 peter with involuntary little condensation. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their culmination, and I watched as her nates moved on and off his barb, 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 cadaver cock and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on broad video display. Only her copious pubic pilus kept Zeb's semen from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingerbreadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my play out body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lap her clean. She had another fiddling orgasm in the process, and then it was her turn to crash, spreadhead eagled, her red-haired cunt visible to the all room.

The theatre was mum except for our respiration and the ticking of a granddaddy clock in the hall. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to school was a little awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a couple of weeks, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to suspect that I was as concern 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 look to toy more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them more than was requisite, 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 cipher could cause 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 heavily the minute she came into the room. And she was more than well-chosen to save my rigourousness. It was so baffle that we went to dissimilar shoal ! For the most character, we saw each early only at church-related issue, and our thoughts and actions on those occasion were far from spiritual.

For the senior high Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very myopic, bright red Empire dress which emphasized her petite tits. Her legs were covered in Edward 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 young ) was given many coup d'oeil of her crotch and her sweet little bottom, heart-covered in its tight shell. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed heterosexual for her her house and her parents'rec way. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no fourth dimension I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and rap pussy lips. My pants came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her minuscule cordiform ass in my hands as we exchanged Valentine in the near way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Th night, to go to a film. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd take 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 dark hair -- though shorter -- and her stunning blue eyes.

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

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, 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."hi, Richard. You 'll have her dwelling house 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 aliveness way."Belinda will be cook in just a piffling 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 little girl stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close-fitting beside me."Belinda 's real excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? wellspring, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to present me a respectable glimpse of her thighs and a hint of pink panties.

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

"Oh, really ? Well, honest .."

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

My lip dropped, and she took the opportunity to devote me an dumbfound clapper kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting hard already !"

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

"I 'll be fourteen next calendar week. Too young ?"She pressed a firm offspring boob into my arm.

"wellspring, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do lots of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert wring with one hand and briskly scratching one of my pap 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 wooden leg and jutting out her chest. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad pussy was clearly outlined for my viewing delight.

I could n't controvert her."That 's not the dot,"I said.

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

"Sorry to maintain 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 besotted blue slacks clinging to her lower curves, almost made me block about her tempting babe. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

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

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

She laughed."It 's hunky-dory, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nuzzle my brass and then sat back and leaned her headland on my berm."You are really to easy to pester, you know."

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

In the wickedness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"berth. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her wet nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her cuddling finger's breadth. We kissed, a farsighted, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth,"scout the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far to a greater extent attention to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Malvina Hoffman's post-college problem when I, a mere richly 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 issue much to me at the time. Her mammilla grew harder between my fingertips, my rooster strained against my article of clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to feed Belinda something else to play with and pee-pee tranquilize, aphrodisiac comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, legato .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her header to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth.

It was anguish, 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 work. My hand moved to her sexy nates ; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her scanty ; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entering to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her outspoken trembling all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to learn the motion-picture show. We spent the next hour and a half with our eye on the screen but our hands in exciting, knowledgeable places. My cock thrust out of my fork as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My deal 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 jot. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the unfermented snatch of her slit which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was operose, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the celluloid ended and the credits began to vagabond, she fastened up her clothing and left me to shove my engorged cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might number all over the seat in battlefront of me.

We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with soft amusement at my somewhat inept gait : my cock and orchis 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 home 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 area not far from her sign. We turned up a crushed rock road and parked in a grove of trees. It was moody, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an awkward moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to ca-ca honey, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you require to sit in the front line or in the vertebral column ?

She looked at me with a funny remark, mocking variety of tone."The social movement 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 shine movement. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her panties. The car was filled with the pungent odour of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee to her genitalia and slipped my finger 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 sputter into the back. Her desolate ass was in my nerve as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a fiddling helpful pushing right at the moist critical point of thighs and tail. She tumbled into the bet on posterior and spread her stage wide. Her wet, hairy snap glistened in the dim light, and I hurriedly removed my pant and short circuit and clambered into the back place after her, my binge cock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a courteous sight of her middling piffling white meat and their hardened brown nipples. I rubbed the capitulum of my beam of light up and down her slit, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could fuck her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to draw the outgrowth out, to make it lastly. I kissed and licked her pap and then sucked each one gently. Her hand moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to test its weight and rigor. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to dribble to a greater extent heavyset juices onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hand unbuttoned my shirt and teased my difficult teat, then slid round to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be heedful ... I could follow any second ..."

"No staying exponent, Ricky ? I want you to total, but inside me."

Those Son almost made me add up then and there."I should hold let your sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong thing. Her manpower moved from my organic structure and fell to the car tail end."And just what did my sister want to do ?"

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

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to give me a blow 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 cock still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by while, and I did the Saami with mine, though it was difficult to mistake my depressed garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the rearward doorway and stood outside in the darkness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the figurehead seat.

"Take me home, please."

I took her abode, totally mystified, my turncock finally losing its hardness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her theater, she barely waited for the car to stop in the driveway before opening the doorway and storming inside.

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

But the adjacent 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, kink, you came by the congius !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car posterior. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic hair, her buttocks, her belly."estimable stuff, Rick. I'm gon na sense of smell like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell fantastic,"I said, lowering my nerve to her crotch and taking a good longsighted puff of her soaked cunt before moving my glossa 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 slut. And me a helpless untried victim. It's too bad I can't defend myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to despoil me again, I couldn't possibly cease 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 chronicle had any particular place in our tradition, but because we teen 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 Gaelic costume, or at least have on green. I just wore gamy jeans, a white shirt and a green vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish whiskey or at least Brits. 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 improver of a few common wood sorrel and a gullible tam created the right illusion. It was a short getup, and her bare whiten legs and red hair made her look Irish indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her gullible pantie slid to the flooring and my stiff cock slid its way inside her."apotheosis be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

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