"Yes, there is," she insisted. "You're so distant any more… so cold. Ever since that night in the woods, you…"
"I don't want to talk about it, Marcy," he said, a tone of finality in his voice.
"But we must talk about it."
"All right," he said, turning an angry, contorted face in her direction. "I just got tired of going home frustrated and aching every time I left you."
"But we couldn't go any further than we did," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't right."
"Who says so?" he hissed at her.
"Everybody says so, David. It isn't right until after you're married."
"I say it is, and I'm somebody."
"I can't," she said, finally letting the team come. "I just can't."
"Well… there are girls who can."
After that the phone stopped ringing entirely. When Marcy would call him he would talk to her in vague monosyllables and cut the conversation as short as possible.
She started seeing him with other girls. Some of them were her friends… others were girls that everybody knew were "loose".
When word reached Marcy that David had started dating Lucille Cary, the wildest, loosest, most sinful girl in school, Marcy nearly went out of her mind. She ate nothing that night, and locked herself in her room.
When she at last cried herself to sleep that night, the wildest and crudest dream of all formed itself in her mind. She could see it all happening so clearly that it seemed as if it were right there in her own bed.
In the dream David entered the room naked, his long cock bobbing in front of him in sinful lust. When he reached the bed he looked down. She looked like Lucille Cary. She was long-legged and lithe, with flowering hips.
Her long, golden hair, her blue eyes, innocent, her lovely nose, and the naturally red lips she licked with the tip of her tongue.
His hard and jutting cock dribbled clear cream.
"I want to fuck with you," she said, her voice high, trembling with excitement.
"Oh, God, God…" he mouthed as his prick jerked semen out in sticky strings.
"You've got a lovely cock," she said, eyeing the tool. "And so much beautiful sperm…"
His prick jetted sperm onto her breasts as he bucked and came, spurting wads of jism boiling out of his balls like heated water out of a geyser.
She wiped the cum up with her fingers and she ate it.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" the girl asked.
"Of course!" David cried. "I want to fuck anybody, since I can't have her. I want to show her how much fun it is to fuck. She'll be a withered, dried-up old cunt soon and then no one will want to fuck her."
"Let me suck you off," said the girl, "let me suck your cock."
He grabbed her head as she came to him. He probed her mouth with his tongue, licking the young flesh thoroughly, teeth and gums and lips and tongue, tasting the freshness of bet young body, his prick dripping cum on her little thighs.
He pushed her head down to his cock.
Marcy wanted to scream as she saw him split the girl's face with the full length of his hard tool. He forced its huge thickness into her throat, making her little mouth stretch and stretch to accommodate it all.
The girl loved it and groaned as his cream slid down her throat.
"I love your cum," she said, licking the end of his prick and running it around and around her face and throat.
"Then give me your pussy!" David shouted, and clutched her body, pushing her backward on the bed. He brought his cockhead to the soft lips of her pussy. With a grunt exceeding lust he shoved again, and spread the youthful legs as wide as they would go.
"Rip it!" she screamed. "Tear it open with your big beautiful cock!"
David rammed his cock hard into her tight vaginal walls, ripped the membrane open and sank to his balls in her cunt.
Marcy woke up screaming, her body covered with perspiration. She continued until her mother rushed into the room and was able, finally, to quiet her down. When Marcy was still at last her mother left. It was then that the girl noticed the puddle of female secretions between her legs.
The dream had been horrible.
Marcy had liked it.
The next morning Marcy called David and begged him to meet her. He said he was busy but when she told him that it was for a very special reason, something that he had wanted for a very long time, he agreed to pick her up.
They drove far out, into the woods, left the car, and walked even farther. They had talked very little during the ride, and said absolutely nothing as David spread a blanket out on the ground.
She sat beside him, neither of them looking at the other. Her blood was racing but there was still indecision and fear in her mind.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she said.
"Do you want me to?" he replied.
"Yes," she said. They kissed. Her tongue darted between his lips and found his. She could feel the tenseness in his body start to ease. She hoped hers would soon.
He ran his hands caressingly up and down her firm white thighs, kneading and stroking her warm yielding flesh with his strong muscular fingers. Slowly he pulled her skirt up until it was at her hips and, for the first time, he saw the white of her panties and her bare legs.
Breathing heavily, David could hardly keep his bulging eyes from the dark, tempting mound, beneath the thin, almost transparent crotch band of her panties. He had waited so long for this moment that he was afraid he might rush it and spoil it. His hard cock was practically crawling out of his pants with eagerness.
His hand traveled up her thigh and brushed against the silky mound of her cunt. Marcy groaned and rolled over on her side toward him. He slid his hand beneath her sweater and unfastened her bra. He then drew them both, carefully, up over her shoulders mid head.
He gasped in awe as her full, round, dark-tipped young breasts leapt into view. Their size and firmness filled his mind and body with an indescribable lusting. It was as if his oldest and fondest dream had come true.
"Are they pretty to you?" Marcy asked.
"Marcy, they're beautiful… so beautiful," he said. "They look even bigger than they feel."
She was as big and voluptuous as a mature woman. Her breasts were huge and firm like ripe melons that encouraged squeezing.
Marcy bit her lip as David dipped his face to her breasts and experimentally teased one nipple, then the other, into erection with the gentle tip of his tongue. She nearly came off the blanket as his hands undid her skirt and eased it down off her legs. His fingers tickled up and down her flat, smooth stomach from her crotch to her breasts.
She was wet. She could feel it. Should she be embarrassed? No, it was normal, or at least she thought it was normal. Should she stop him? Should she let him go on… all the way?
"David," she moaned softly as she felt his fingers move to her one remaining piece of clothing.
"Yes," he said, his fingers freezing.
"I'll do it," she said.
He stood up and surveyed her beauty. "God, you're gorgeous," he said, a raspiness in his voice that told her that even though she wanted his cock, her body was creating an even greater amount of lust, need and desire in him.
He pulled his shirt off first and then his pants and shorts. All the time he kept his eyes moving over her partially clothed body. The panties she wore were white in contrast to the golden brown of her tanned skin.
Her breasts were two perfect, swaying mounds flowing across her chest. Her black hair fell in cascades around her shoulders and barely touched the full roundness of her tits, seemingly to amplify their glow in the sunlight. Her panties were cut high on the thighs, revealing the whiteness of her skirt between the tan lines.
Her eyes were working. She watched him fist his cock with one hand while he slowly massaged the huge, hanging sac of his balls with the other.
She matched his motions with those of her on, kneading a breast, bunching its nipple against her chin with one hand while she ran three of her fingers into the bush between her legs and sucked her own juices from their tips.