As Dave's ecstasy began to fade, he slowed his prick-thrusts. But he found that Sally was still bucking madly beneath him! She was still coming, he realized. So he resumed attack speed. He was a quick learner – this was only his second fuck, after all, and he was careful to give Sally as much joy as she had given him.
But now with his orgasm over, Dave's head was clear. He heard the other kids giggling. Turning his head slightly, he could see their faces glowing orange in the fire's light. He looked the other way and saw the blanket lying on the sand beside Sally.
Dave's naked ass was bobbing in full sight of the others. And they could see Sally's slim thighs lifted on either side of his hips. No doubt they could see her tits too where they oozed out from between their chests.
But Dave kept fucking until Sally's ecstasy ended.
Sally finally stopped her writhing and moaning. Then Dave was able to reach for the blanket and pull it over them again. But before he did, he saw Sally looking over at the faces which stared at them over the fire.
She only smiled, though. Her legs stayed up around Dave's hips, holding his spent prick in her loosened pussy.
Could this be the same chick he'd been trying to fuck all summer? Dave wondered.
As they lay there enjoying the soothing peace of sexual satisfaction, the faces of the other kids disappeared. Dave and Sally began to hear the clink of belt buckles and the rustle of denim. Then a gasp was heard, then another. A soft moaning drifted with the breeze. Someone cried out in joy.
As they listened to the sounds of sex, it seemed as if the whole beach was in ecstasy. The whole world was fucking in the warmth of their bonfire.
Dave's prick, still in Sally's cunt, began to stiffen again. As it did, Sally began rocking slowly from side to side, moving the big prick in her cunt. Then Dave began rocking up and down so their motions combined to stir his prick in a circle.
After a few minutes of this warming up, Dave began fucking Sally again. But he went slowly this time. His prick moved with long glides, reaching high up her cunt, then retreating until only his prickhead remained inside her.
By the time Dave and Sally came again, the others were recovering from their first fuck. But the sounds of Dave and Sally in ecstasy had started the other kids on their second round.
When all the fucking had ended, the fire was nothing but a few warm cinders. Dolly's father was going to meet them and drive them home. So the satisfied fuckers gathered up their blankets and headed back toward civilization.
CHAPTER THREE
Dave fucked Sally a few more times before he moved. Then he came back to his old neighborhood and fucked her again. But by that time school had started.
Now Dave was busy. Besides helping around the new house, he had his schoolwork. He talked to Sally on the phone everyday at first. Then their conversations became less frequent. Still, Dave went to see her on weekends, and they managed to find a place to fuck even if it was in Sally's garage.
Meanwhile, Dave was meeting the kids in his new neighborhood. But these kids seemed different somehow. This neighborhood was more affluent, and the kids dressed and acted differently. Dave tried to fit in. But every day he noticed some little difference between his new classmates and himself. None of these kids wore cowboy boots, for instance, as he did. And they wore their hair shorter. So Dave left his boots at home and got a haircut.
Dave noticed that a group of kids hung around in a coffee shop called The Dog House. The boys were cool and sure of themselves. The chicks were sharp and looked as though they liked to fuck. At least the clothes they wore showed off their bodies as though they were advertising themselves.
So Dave wandered into the place one day after school. He sat at the counter where he had a good view of the kids. But no one talked to him. And being alone while the others talked and laughed among themselves made Dave lonely. So he left as soon as he finished his Coke.
One day after school, Dave spied a girl from his math class. She was coming out of a restaurant just as he was passing. She smiled at him, said hi, then walked down the street in the direction Dave had come. He wanted to run after her and talk, but that wouldn't be cool. But he was determined to run into her again. She was nice looking, if not beautiful. Her body was trim and her tits perky, if not very big.
So the next day Dave went back to that restaurant right after school. She wasn't there, but he thought she would show up. He sat with his Coke and watched the doorway as his heart beat with hope.
But after two Cokes she still hadn't showed up. Dave couldn't sit there much longer.
Meanwhile, he began to notice that the waitress who brought his Cokes was a sexy number. She was tiny, with small but high and pointy tits. Her blonde hair fell in wisps around her pretty face.
As she came over and took Dave's empty glass, she bent down to get a rag from beneath the counter. Her white uniform drooped from her chest. Dave got a good peek at one of her tits. He saw its white cone and pink nipple. The sight sent a wave of hot lust through him.
As the waitress mopped the counter, she smiled at Dave.
"Do you want anything else?" she asked. "I'm going on my break now."
"Oh, uh, I guess not," Dave said. "Where are you going?"
"On my break," she repeated.
"Yeah, but where? Where do you go for your break?"
"Over there," she said, she motioned with her pointy chin to a booth in the corner of the room.
"Uh, could… I mean, would you mind, uh," Dave stammered.
The sight of this chick's tit had left him speechless. He wanted to talk to the waitress in the worst way, but she wouldn't want to talk to a mumbling idiot. Dave's horniness was spoiling his chance to cure it.
"Want to come over and keep me company?" she asked.
"Sure!" Dave said.
He stuck his hands in his pockets to hide the bulge of his hard prick as he walked to the booth. The waitress still smiled, making Dave feel that she saw right through him.
"My name's Beverly," she said. "What's yours?"
Dave told her his name and that he had just moved into the neighborhood. Then he told her about school and his old neighborhood. Since this was the first chick he talked to, other than Sally, in a long time, he ran on and on.
Then Beverly told him about herself. She didn't live nearby, and she thought the neighborhood was full of snobs. Then she told Dave that her boy friend had just gone to California and that she got awfully horny, especially while working.
Although he was trembling inside, Dave presented a brave front. "How long is your break?"
"What are you thinking about?" Beverly asked slyly.
"Just that I love to fuck in the afternoon, too," he said.
"You're cute," Beverly said as she took a drag on her cigarette. "But I only have fifteen minutes, and five are already used up."
The peek Dave had at Beverly's tit gave him the courage to pursue her.
"Ten minutes are enough," he said. "Isn't there someplace nearby where we could go?"
He surprised himself. He'd, never been so bold before. But he was desperate.
"I can't believe you!" Beverly laughed. "But I have to admit you are turning me on. How am I going to work with my cunt boiling?"
The idea that she might fuck him drove Dave on. "We could slip into the men's room or the ladies room. Do they have locks on the doors?"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
Beverly began to look around the restaurant. Dave saw that she was getting serious about his idea too, and he began to pant in passion.
"Come on, let's do it!" he said breathlessly. "Okay, but I can't believe I'm really doing this," Beverly giggled.