They were only kids, fourteen, fifteen. The boys were only sixteen to eighteen. They were on summer vacation. The beach was the focal point for their summer activities.
They were just ordinary kids, but when the sun broiled their tanned bodies, their passions were heightened, too. The sun and the surf brought out the needs they had.
Dory was horny. She wanted to be with Mike. He had never paid any attention to her before. He had always been interested in the other, older girls in the crowd.
She had worn her new string bikini. She watched for Mike to come onto the beach. When he arrived, she could only manage to bide her time for a little while. She was too anxious to be with him.
Uninvited, she walked over to his blanket. He was napping in the sun. She sat next to him, and stroked his neck. He flinched, but did not open his eyes. She bent down and kissed his shoulder.
Then he did come awake. He was less than gracious about being roused.
"Hey! I want to get some sleep, Dory."
"Oh, all right." She got up and started to walk away. But he pulled on her ankle, holding her by his side.
"What's the matter?"
She didn't want to answer him, but something made her. "I want to fuck. To screw! That's what! And all you want to do is sleep."
She tried to leave, out he pulled her down next to him. He looked at her in a way that he had never done before. Then they were both on the blanket and he kissed her deeply.
CHAPTER ONE
Dory Taylor traced a faint pattern on Mike's neck. He was half sleeping, and only somewhat aware of her presence. Dory had watched for the time when he fell asleep and then she came over to his blanket.
The hot August sun scorched the sand, and the tan flesh of the young man turned a deeper color each minute that he basked in the ultraviolet rays. He moved a bit, but he was falling into a deeper slumber.
"That you, Dory?"
"Hi, how are you this lovely day?"
"Mmmmm. Great."
Dory looked over his strong and exciting body. She couldn't help getting aroused at the beach. There were so many naked men running around that it was difficult to think about anything but screwing.
Mike Moran was no exception. At eighteen, he was something worth looking at and waiting for.
Dory Taylor was something to look at herself. At fifteen, she looked more womanly than someone twice her age. Her firm breasts filled the cup of her bikini to overflowing.
Her hips were broad for her height but the dip of her waist made them look even bigger than they were. She was what men called a "buxom beauty." Not fat at all, but with very obvious curves, Her own skin was baked to a glowing brown. She tanned marvelously, and she made good use of the melanin in her skin. She had often seen her girlfriends screaming in pain from bad sunburn. That had never happened to her.
She wore the skimpiest bikini. She had several. One was a string bikini, and she saved that one for Mike. Her breasts were bouncing out and almost fled the confines of the small, triangular fabric.
Her prominent pubic bone played hide and seek with the somewhat larger cloth triangle that covered her pubic hair. Now and then, a curl escaped, and some boy or man would gulp and bang into whatever he was walking near.
Dory lay on her side next to Mike. She wanted to make it with him more than anything she had ever wanted. She had thought about it all winter, and then, come summer and vacation, she had tried everything in her power to accomplish this objective.
Mike was something special to her. He was now in college, and she didn't see him very often, but every time she did, she tried to score with him.
Mike was at the outer fringes of a group that Dory hung out with. She had seen Mike so long ago, but he was always with some spectacular chick that Dory hated. The older ones always made her feel silly.
But in the last year, Dory had grown up a lot. She had grown all over. Her tits were bigger than most of the ones the other girls sported. Her body wasn't perfect, but was sexy, no doubt about that.
She wiggled alongside Mike, but he was really intent on sleeping. He moved away a bit, and half opened one eye in her direction.
"Hey, come on, I want to sleep."
"Mike, it's two o'clock in the afternoon."
"I don't care. I want to get some rest."
Dory held her tongue. She was just going to say something about how tough his night must have been, but she immediately realized that it was precisely the problem, and she couldn't say it.
She couldn't talk about or laugh about his being with another girl. That would make her feel foolish.
Shit! What she needed was some cock. That way, she could forget about this creep. He had been giving her this runaround for awhile. She was tired of it and very horny. Her nerves and her patience were wearing thin.
She was tempted to tell him to fly a kite and take off. She would find another blanket with some guy who was eager for some nooky.
"Well, if you're going to sleep, Mike, I'm going to take off."
She got up from the blanket and started to take a step away, but Mike grabbed hold of her foot. Something in her tone had awakened him:
"Wait a minute. What's the hurry."
"You want to sleep and I don't want to. I want something a bit more exciting."
"What's the matter."
"Nothing's the matter. See you later." But he wouldn't let go of her. Something ran through Dory's head just then. She was tired of beating around the bush with him. She couldn't lose what she didn't have.
"I want to screw. Hump, fuck, and I want to do it now. That's why I'm going away. I'm pissed off."
She said it, and stopped trying to leave. She didn't want to look down at Mike, or see his reaction. She had said it and she meant it.
This time, however, Mike reached for her hand. He pulled her down on the blanket next to him. It was a moment before they were settled down comfortably next to each other.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What was I supposed to do? Attack you or something?"
"That doesn't sound too bad."
He was laughing now, but he wasn't being patronizing any more. He looked into her eyes, and even though he was bleary from recent sleep, he managed to come awake somewhat.
He never tried anything with Dory before, because she was pretty young. But she looked older than she used to. He didn't know how to approach her.
He couldn't read her at all. But then, he couldn't read too many people. He really wasn't all that bright. What he did was to take his chances, and the only reason he was successful, was that many times the girls were in the same mood he was.
He reached over and took her chin in his hand. He brought her face to his and kissed her on the lips. They lingered in the sun-drenched kiss, tantalizing each other.
Dory couldn't believe it. She was actually kissing the boy that she had wanted for so long. She kissed him back, making sure that her lips were sufficiently parted to invite his tongue.
She didn't have to worry about that, however. Mike was warming to the idea of some action with her. she had been very explicit and he liked the terms she had proposed.
Still embracing, Mike pulled Dory closer to him. His body was coverd with the suntan oil he wore, but Dory hardly minded something like that. She was interested in getting to him.
He rubbed his hands up and down her back, making sure that he pressed her tits closer to his chest. They were practically out against him anyway, but he wanted to get more of them.
Since the beach was not too populated, neither person worried about being spotted or embarrassed at their intimacy in public. Many couples necked on the beach, oblivious to everyone else.
However, this couple hadn't got as far as copulation yet. They simply continued to fondle and kiss. Mike could feel the blood rushing to his fair-sized organ, stuffed neatly into his swim trunks.
Since he was pressed against Dory, she felt it at the same time. Each time they kissed his damn thing got bigger and bigger. It was so exciting to her. She had never seen him.
While she was wondering what he looked like without any clothes on, Mike was undressing her also. He didn't have to stretch his imagination too far, courtesy of the string bikini.
They kissed until both were too hot to maintain a low profile. She was bursting to grab at his cock, and give it a good jacking, just to see what he felt like.
For his part, Mike could only think about grabbing her ass and getting into her. He wanted to kiss her nipples, and squeeze her tits, but he wanted in. He wanted to sink his thick cock into her young cunt.
"Hey, this isn't good anymore, Dory."
"Why?"
"Because I want to fuck you right now."
"Then let's go somewhere."
They picked their heads up for a minute, and saw that the beach was filling up. To the left was some cover, but not very much, and they needed to go someplace.
However, Dory spied some bushes off on the grassy part of the beach. She pointed to it, and tapped Mike with the other hand.
"Over there, come on!"
She didn't say what she was thinking. That they didn't need too much cover was obvious, since necking couples on the beaches would ignore them behind the bushes. And they really didn't have to take any clothes off. All he had to do was slip off his trunks and she could just loosen the strings.
Though they would have difficulty closing the distance between themselves and the shaded area, both started to get up. Dory laughed as she noticed Mike trying to hunch over.
"Go ahead, laugh. You try to walk with a hard-on. It's hard."
"I know it is. I felt it."
She looked at him to make sure that he had gotten the double entendre of her remark and then wiggled her ass in his face. She knew that she wasn't helping his problem, but she wasn't too much concerned about it.
Somehow, Mike managed to grab the blanket and carry it in front of him. He hobbled over, since his tight bikini trunks were hampering his free movement. He threw the blanket down on the sand behind the bushes and some small dunes and looked up at Dory as she approached him.
He was hornier than he had been before. Taking the break to get over to the covered area gave him time to cool a little, but then, seeing her right there, his ardor was rekindled to a higher degree.
Immediately, the sagging erection snapped to attention again. He was more than ready to go with her. Together, they spread the blanket out on the sand, and then Dory stepped onto the blanket.
She pulled Mike over to her and kissed him. She pressed her body into his and thrust her open lips up against his mouth. He answered her passion by pushing his tongue deep into her mouth.
They were too hot for games just then. They needed the security and the pleasure that their bodies would give them. They sank onto their knees and Dory shivered as she felt his hard-on pressing into her tiny triangle.
It would be only minutes away from them. She could have him and satisfy her long kindled desire. It was something that she desired more than anything at all in her life then.
Mike was breathing very hard. He was hot and he wanted to get it into her. He wanted to score and fast. The sun was hot, but not quite as hot as he was. He could feel the gism boiling down below, waiting to be shot out into her pussy.
He pulled her down onto the blanket, and from that point on, they never parted. He had her on her side and he was finally fondling her tits. He kissed her and managed to push his hand into her tiny top.
He squeezed her breasts, one at a time. He was desperate to get to her nipples and to kiss them, but her tongue was doing such nice, sucking things to his tongue that he managed to postpone the need.
Dory felt his fingers on her breasts and she went wild inside. She could feel the tiny crotch of her bathing suit all wet, and she hadn't been in the water all day.
The cream seeped out onto the small cloth and the scent was very strong to her. She swore that he could smell it. She didn't know how to react. She was hot for him.
In fact, Mike did not detect her pussy smell, just then, but he did notice the way she was writhing against him. He wanted to feel inside her hot box and frig her for a while before he stuffed her with his hot cock.
That was all that he could think of right then. That was all that he wanted to do. He existed merely to fuck her right there on the beach, in the middle of the afternoon.
Finally, Mike tore himself away from her lips and sought after her tits. He bent his head down and pulled the fabric triangles away. First the right one and then the left one.
He was thrilled to look at her naked breasts in front of his eyes. He was so close to them that if he put his tongue out, he could be able to touch them with it.
He licked across her nipple and Dory shivered. She didn't say anything, for she was looking at him licking her. She got excited by watching a guy make love to her and so she just watched in silence.
Mike licked all around her nipple. He was tempted to suck all at once, but he knew that he got better results when he was gentle and teasing at first. That he did not have to win her over, did not enter into his mind.
As he licked all around her tits, Dory felt the moisture level in her bikinis reach an all time high. She was positively sopping with her own juices. She was so hot for him that she couldn't keep her hands still anymore.
While he licked across her naked tits, she moved her hand down to his trunks. She felt the bump there and pressured it. She felt the blood flow back into him and throb as she touched him.
He moaned as she touched him, but that was the only indication that he knew that she was touching him. He didn't respond the way that most of the other kids did.
She was used to guys urging her on to take it out or to suck on it. But Mike didn't do anything but suck on her tits. He licked again and again, but now he was beginning to suck a little.
The soft sensation was beginning to blow her mind. She couldn't just sit there being sucked on and not do anything. She was about to come if he did that any more. She just couldn't stand it at all.
"Oh, Mike, you've gotten me so hot!"
"Good."
That was all that he said. Then he went back to his ministering of her needs. He sucked more forcefully each time. He was actually, a pretty good lover for an eighteen-year-old lad.
He could feel the excitement in her breathing and in the way that her hand grasped his cock. He loved to feel her hand there, but he wasn't used to making any fuss about it.
He was thinking about the moment when he spiked her with his pole. He was thinking about how great her tits felt in his mouth. He was thinking about stuffing her all the way with his big cock. That was going to be the crowning moment.
'Take the bottoms off, Dory."
He whispered it to her. He knew that he was too hot to last that long. He was too hot to play around forever. He wanted to give her a good time. He didn't want to come the third time he stroked her cunt.
Dory was more than excited by his request. He wanted to fuck her. Finally. He wanted to push that thing into her. She was too aroused to say much. The one thing that she loved about her new string bikini was the accessibility of it.
She merely pulled the string on her hip and immediately, the garment came apart. She moved her leg so that her pussy was open to his touch and to the open air. She loved the sensation of the breeze blowing all over her wet cunt.
While she untied her bikini, Mike managed to pull his trunks off and as he did it, his large hard cock sprang into the air. It was hovering manacingly just outside Dory's pussy.
The heat of his cock was immediately apparent. He was radiating some sort of solar energy from his own system. He was the center of it, and the heating element was buried just beneath and behind his phallus.
As he worked his way around her tits, Mike started to push one hand into her cunt. He was working just inside the matted hair. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her and then his cock, but he tried to hold himself back.
Dory, however, didn't want that. She wanted to be taken and taken right then. She didn't want any fine and imagine treatment. She wanted to be fucked by the boy she'd dreamed about all along for over a year.
She pulled his cock closer to her. She rubbed her hands over it without stopping once. She wanted to get him so hot that he couldn't stand not being inside her cunt. She wanted him to take her.
As she closed her fist around his cock, however, she could not help lingering for a moment, herself. She had wanted to know what he felt like and what he looked like all this time.
She pulled herself away from him for a moment and looked down. She was very pleased to see the thick, red male organ. She looked a bit below that and feasted her eyes on his balls. They were big, too.
She ran one finger over the tight pouch and smiled. She loved to touch a guy's balls, too. That was part of the turn-on for her. Some guys didn't have the greatest looking rocks she had seen.
But Mike was different. They were tight and big. They were like real nuts. like flesh colored nuts that were so good to eat. She made a note to try them out before they left, but she knew she couldn't handle that right now.
Instead, she fingered all over them and rubbed her hand all over his cock, too. She jacked him just the way that she had planned to all those months. Everything that she wanted to do that she had thought about, she did it the way she was doing it now.
As she closed her fist around his shaft, she felt the head bunch up in her hand. She was squeezing very hard and she felt and saw a drop of come surface at the small hole.
She was so tempted to bend down and take it off with her tongue. But Mike had begun to finger her pussy, and she was losing her concentration on his cock. She was beginning to center her mind on her pleasure.
Mike parted her lips and poked one finger into her deep recesses. He felt the moisture and the warmth and that excited him even more. He was thinking of what it would be like to plunge in there with his large, hungry cock.
He rubbed her clitoris just the slightest. He wasn't that turned to a girl's body to know all the things to do, and he concentrated on her vagina. He moved into her opening with more determination as the girl shivered.
Mike plunged his thick finger into her pussy and felt the muscle tighten on him almost at once. It was almost involuntary. She tightened and thrilled to his penetration, even though it was merely his finger.
That was only the forerunner of better things to come, however, and as he fumbled inside her cunt, they both grew hotter and less tolerant of any delay. He was pushing into her and she was moving about so as to get more sensation from his finger.
Mike pushed his finger all the way in. He thrust it high into her hot cunt and felt her quiver all around him. He longed to know what it would feel like to be in there for real.
He continued to frig her more quickly now. He could feel the wetness all around his finger and he wanted to know all of it. He wanted to feel the juice lubricate his cock and make him , come as she squeezed him.
The couple fought against each other. They wanted to mesh into one being, locked into place at the site of pleasure. Mike pushed another finger into her wet pussy and this time, Dory reacted verbally.
"Oh, Mike, that's great. Frig me and then fuck me. Please!"
"You really want to get fucked, don't you?"
"You know that I do. Come on."
She was very serious now. She was getting very high just on his fingers. She could hardly wait for the feeling all over her from his cock. That was something that she wanted to have right then.
She let go of his cock a bit so that she could steer it to her pussy. Even though his fingers were imbedded in her cunt, she made the move. She wanted to feel him right in there.
"Now, Mike, come on."
She forgot about not wanting to seem too forward to him. She forgot about waiting for him to make the moves. She was hot and needed some work inside her pussy. She needed some action deep in that hot cunt of hers.
Mike was a bit surprised, but very pleased. He was pleased in that he didn't have to guess the right moment. He was terrible at that. He could not more guess a woman's needs than fly to the stars.
He frigged her faster, working up more juice all the time. He was getting hotter himself, by the moment, and when Dory made the request once more, he gave in to her demands.
He pulled his fingers from her tight body and rolled over on top of her. They were in the cover of the bushes and the low dunes. The string bikini fell onto the sand and only the tie held it onto Dory's leg. It was useless as a cover, however.
Mike's cock was hard and pulsing. He was so very ready. He climbed on top of Dory and the pressure of his body on top of hers made her moan. It was a delight for her to feel him there.
"Oh, Mike, I've got to have it. Oh, please, stick it in."
Dory was in a daze. She was so hot that she could do nothing but wait for the moment of penetration. She wanted to feel that hot prick inside her tight, wet cunt more than anything she ever wanted.
She held her breath as she felt the initial stabbings of his curved and blunted flesh. It felt like a piece of iron pipe cloaked in baby skin. It was something so erotic that Dory felt the juices flowing from her cunt. .
The head of his cock was smeared with her pussy juices. She was anticipating his entrance into her body. Dory was desperate for the feeling of his cock inside her. It was what she required right at that moment.
He stabbed into her parted lips, aiming for the desired spot. He stabbed and the hair caught and snagged his efforts. He was pulling her flesh inward and she was frustrated.
To remedy the situation, Dory pulled her pussy lips apart and guided his cock right to the mark. She made sure that he was shallowly imbedded before she took her hand away.
He sensed her need and her eagerness to have him there, and the idea drove Mike slightly wild. He liked the idea of a girl being so wild for him that she would put him inside herself.
He loved the feeling of her squirming underneath his body, trying to get hfm deep in her cunt. He liked the feeling of somehow being taken even though he was doing the fucking.
With her help, he managed to thrust his cock deeply into her tight opening. He kept moving on top of her and nature took care that the rest of it was seen to. Each time that he moved, his cock went further in.
As he did, the juices flowed more copiously. Dory felt the thickness and the heat of his cock and squirmed even more to get all the wonderful feeling from her wet cunt.
The more they both moved, the better the feeling. Dory set up her hips in constant motion so that she was never without some sensation. She was thrilled to feel the moisture increase and the heat soar higher.
It was a wonderful fit for the both of them. They ground into each other, making sure that each got the best from the other. However, while they were making love, each was working for his or her own pleasure.
That was not done in the spirit of selfishness. However, they were not lovers in the true sense of the word. They wanted each other. They wanted the pleasure that the other could give them. That was the true nature of their relationship and the attraction.
In keeping with this, they fought for the pleasure that they had sought in the other and managed it very nicely. Dory spread her legs wide open and humped her ass upward against his groin.
She was intent on getting him in as far as she could. She wanted him to fill her with all the come that he had in his balls. She rather liked his balls. She wanted all the load that was filling them and making them hard.
She ground against him, rubbing her clitoris into his body as she fucked with him. That gave her a greater sensation and she derived more from it. She moved up against his body over and over again, rubbing herself harder each time.
The thrilling Sensation was more than she had expected. Mike's cock was something more than she was used to. The chemistry between them was right and they were getting into the serious part of their fucking. It was no longer merely play.
Dory could no longer withstand the pumping into her tight cunt and the rubbing of her tits by his chest. She had been impaled by his cock and was desperately fighting for her orgasm.
They began to perspire heavily in the afternoon heat. Their bodies were covered with the droplets of perspiration very quickly. The passion seemed to force them to pop out on the skin.
They were concentrating on their pleasure so deeply that the exertion was comparable to very heavy physical work. They were both lost in the needs they felt within.
Mike ground his hips in a circular motion. He liked to do that because he felt good when he did it. He could keep himself in check longer when he fucked like that. He didn't want to come before Dory did.
He moved in a circular movement, forcing his cock against her cunt in every different way. He was giving her the time that she had wanted and she was thrilled to beyond what words could express.
"Oh, Mike, it's getting so good. You know that?"
"It is? Good. I want to plow into you and fuck you so badly."
'Then do it. Fuck me. Right now. Just fuck me."
"No, I want to feel you come, too."
"Oh, I will. But you have to fuck me first."
The idea appealed to Mike. He began to move his cock in and out of her cunt with lightening speed. He had come alive inside her. The idea of merely banging away until he cracked his rocks made him a madman.
He was fucking her steadily now. He wasn't using a circular motion anymore. He was fucking her. In and out of her cunt. Over and over again. More than he had with any other girl.
He was turned on and he wasn't about to stop at all. He was going to do it to her and he wasn't going to stop until her pussy was full of cream. Hot, wet cream. His come. That could wet her and make her moan until she dripped from his cream.
Dory was climbing as he did. She was getting there faster knowing that he was simply fucking her. When she knew that he was trying to make her come, she became inhibited and could not perform that well.
However, now that they had agreed to his simply fucking and making her come in the act, itself, they were both more turned on. Their breathing was climbing as fast as their blood pressure.
'That's it, Mike. Climb all over me. Make me come that way!"
Dory urged him on to fucking her. She was getting totally involved with the idea of being merely fucked. That was entirely different from making love. Getting fucked is very basic and does not require the emotion that lovemaking does.
One can fuck with a stranger. One cannot make love with a stranger. That was the great part of it. Fucking did not require any involvement. They were merely a hot cunt and a stiff cock, needing each other and they were helping to put out the flame in the other one.
"Baby, what a cunt! What a cunt!"
"You like it, huh?"
"Love it. Gonna make me pop. Just like that."
"Go ahead. Try it."
Dory was whispering to him, but she felt like screaming. She was getting so near her orgasm that she couldn't hold out regardless of the reality of the situation. She was so hot, knowing that he was fucking her ruthlessly.
Mike banged into her hot, twitching cunt. He rammed his stiff rod into her and he felt the tide rising. He knew that he couldn't hold out for too much longer. He wasn't trying to hold out, but he was eager to see her come, too.
The one fear that plagued him was that he couldn't make a girl happy. No matter who she was. That was something that he was very afraid of. To ward this off, he liked to see that they came first. It was something that he was used to.
However, he believed what Dory said. For some reason, he didn't feel inadequate with her.
She said that he had to fuck her and that was what he was going to do. He would thrust into her until he felt his cock burst and have done with it.
The freedom made him wilder. He was master of the situation. He was calling the shots and could come when he felt like it. It was a real turn on for him, too. He rammed into her harder each time and made his cock almost burst each time.
Then the time came. He could no longer hold out. He was straining to feel the first drop and then the stream of come shooting into her. He wanted to feel the force of the stream of gism.
He rammed into her and held his breath when he did it. He was almost there and he had to make it right then. If nothing else, he had to slam into her and make it then.
"I'm going to come in you. Get ready."
"Make it. Come on, fuck me, Mike!"
The urging that Dory gave him was the only catalyst that he required. He forgot about everything as he heard her pleading for his come. As she begged and demanded for his juices, he merely lost contact with earth and was skyward bound.
He thrashed her with his cock. He wasn't going to stop for anything. He had her right where he needed her and his cock was being squeezed so nicely. He rammed into the tight opening over and over again, feeling the seed about to burst forth from him. "Ahh! Ahh!"
He strained every muscle in his body, trying to shoot his come into her. He was lost without knowing it. He had to give her every last drop of come that he had in his body. She required it and he had to obey.
"Now, Mike, now!"
Dory felt her own orgasm mounting and she didn't want to lose the fervor that she felt just then. She could feel the rhythm of his movements quicken, indicating that he was ready to give in to her.
At last the juice was ready. The barrage was ready for the assault. Mike was going crazy, banging into Dory's tightening pussy. He was pumping like a machine gone wild.
He grunted as the first splash of come shot out of his cock. He grunted with each subsequent volley and as he did, a shiver went throughout his entire body. He was totally out of control.
He shivered and twitched and jerked about involuntarily on top of Dory. He was shoving his cock deep into her, shooting each time that he did. He yelled out once or twice, and was totally oblivious of anything but coming.
Dory felt the first shot of his come shoot inside her and the frantic movement inside her and on top of her. She was spurred on by the feeling inside her pussy. All she needed was his come splashing into her.
The magic was beginning to work for her. She felt her cunt begin to itch and quiver and then, as Mike made a violent thrust into her body, she began to come. She humped up onto his cock and didn't stop until she was finished.
She thrashed about, underneath him, taking all the pleasure that she could get. Over and over again, she bit his neck and raked his back with her fingernails. She thought of nothing except finishing up her orgasm.
It was a strong urge that drove the both of them to completion. She was raving underneath him, and she had almost finished when he began to gasp for air as he continued moving past his orgasm.
He was tired and totally gone. He was trying to make it great for her, but he was pretty much finished for the time being. He had to slow down or his heart would surely burst.
Fortunately, the girl began to slow down as she moved her hips over his spent cock more leisurely. She was luxuriating in the pleasure of his rod. She had taken most of it, and now she could toy with it.
Finally, they slowed and came to a stop. The first instinct of the young man was to heave himself off Dory and sleep. He was totally gone. He had not experienced such a forceful and delicious come in all his eighteen years. It was more than he could handle casually.
However, not wanting to betray the truth, he continued to keep up with what he thought that the girl wanted. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. He wanted her to feel very much at ease and satisfied.
Dory opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. She was too exhausted to say anything but a quick, "Wow!" and close her eyes again, however. As she slipped into a light slumber, Mike looked down at her.
He rolled off her, finally, but remained in contact with her. He was touching her lightly. The breeze from the ocean felt so very wonderful and refreshing after the exhausting act.
The sky was so very blue and the clouds were almost nonexistent. The couple lay in the sand, totally satisfied for the moment. The initial act had been accomplished. It could lead into a very interesting summer vacation for the both of them.
Just how interesting, neither of them was aware, just yet. Dory thought about how happy she was while she drifted off to sleep, letting the breeze cool her naked body.
The beach was seldom that crowded that they could have to cover up right away. They simply forgot about the other people on the beach and fell into contented slumber for a little while.
CHAPTER TWO
As Debbie walked down to the beach, she thought that she saw something strange. She noticed something flesh colored and though she tried, she could not see a bathing suit. Her curiosity was peaked.
She steered her beach walk to the dune area and when she was about fifteen feet away, she stopped to watch the show. Of course, she didn't know who it was but she had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
All she could see, really, was a man's bare bottom. It was humping up and down, flexing with the muscular movements. She was thrilled. She stopped to watch until the movement stopped and the body lay still.
The bare backside came to rest for a few moments, but then, it moved up and she saw that it was a very handsome young man. The young man turned over and then, as he flattened himself against the sand, she lost sight of him again.
However, the effect of the scene was still there. Debby realized that she had watched that guy fuck some girl. How exciting! She had never seen that before. In all her fourteen years, she had never seen anything like it.
She waited to see if anything else was going to happen, but when it didn't, she moved away, a bit disappointed. She wanted to see more sex. She never appreciated just how sexy it was to watch something going on.
But she was supposed to meet Bobby further down on the beach and she hurried on. The thought of being with Bobby had not been that exciting to her before, but then, she hadn't been very turned on just then.
Now, however, she thought about the couple fucking on the beach and the idea of it sparked her into some action. She walked briskly as possible to the spot where they usually met.
It was still early in the summer season, but Debbie was tanned and she loved it. She had that cute little figure that older women condescendingly refer to as a kid's body, when they secretly envy the firmness and the smooth skin.
Debbie was most at home in a small bikini. She loved being almost naked and in public. For that reason, Debbie went to the beach as much as possible. It was her time to do both.
When she got to the spot, she saw that Bobby wasn't there yet. She was very annoyed. The excitement of what she had just seen was fresh in her mind and she wanted to share it with someone. Sure, she would have loved to repeat it, herself, but at least to tell someone about it.
After several minutes of frustration, Debbie got up from the sand and started to walk towards the water. She was very frustrated and wanted to do something else since she couldn't talk about it or act it out.
She skimmed along the water's edge, kicking at some of the small waves occasionally. She just kept walking to get ahead of her frustration. She was very close to pouting.
When she had gotten more than half the beach away, she looked up suddenly and realized just how far she'd gone. Her curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to know if Bobby was there yet.
Since she didn't have her watch on, she didn't know how long she had been walking along the beach. She started to turn around when she saw a handsome young man watching her.
Instinctively, she smiled in his direction. The basic needs in her dictated her behavior. She was horny, to be sure. She needed some action to help her get over the very exciting scene that she had seen.
The boy came up to her as she walked past his blanket. He was tanned and blonde. Much more handsome than Bobby. She was more than flattered.
"Hi. Want some company?"
"Hi. Sure."
"My name is Dick. Dick Random. I come here a lot, but I never saw you here before."
"I'm usually here. My mother calls me a beach ass. I'm Debbie Marino."
"You live around here?"
"Not far away. That's funny that I never saw you here, either."
"I stay here, pretty much. I live here sometimes."
"Sometimes, I think that I could stay out here all day and all night."
"It's nice to know that someone else thinks that way, too. I used to think that I was weird or something."
Debbie looked at Dick. He was far from weird. He was very handsome and taller than Bobby. She was flabbergasted that he had taken an interest in her. She liked to think of herself as attractive, but she never thought of herself as being in his league.
They were standing there, talking and just looking at each other. The sun was going nowhere at that hour, but the rays were weaker. It was very pleasant, with an occasional cool breeze whipping in from the ocean.
"Wanna rest for a while? You've been walking a lot."
"How do you know?"
"I saw you when you started."
"From all the way down there? How could you?"
"Come on. I'll show you."
He walked back to his blanket and she followed him. She was flattered and intrigued. That was pretty far away and she couldn't imagine anyone with such good eyesight.
When they got to his blanket, he rooted around in his bag and came out with the smallest pair of binoculars that she had ever seen. She took them when he handed them to her.
"I don't always use them to watch girls. I like to spot birds far out on the ocean. But they come in handy when there's something or someone that I want a better look at."
He smiled up at her and Debbie felt herself melting. She didn't know him at all, but already, she liked him. She liked everything about him. It was something so very nice. Being there with him was so very nice.
She sat down on his blanket and played around with his binoculars. He told her how to use them and how to look through them. He was holding them for her and she looked through them that way. She was surprised how powerful they were.
After he put them down, they just sat there, looking out at the sea. It was very peaceful just then. The middle of the week was not a time for crowds on the beach. Just the sun and the sand and the lovely breeze.
Debbie could not forget the scene, however, that she had witnessed. She wanted to tell Dick about it, but she was stumped for a way to begin. She didn't know him and she felt strange at saying something like, "hey, I just saw some great fucking."
She was sitting with her legs up under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. She was watching the sea and then, she realized that she had the perfect in.
"I can't believe what I saw on the other side of the beach. That's why I was walking along the water."
"What did you see? Something bad?"
She could see that she had his attention. He was interested, as anyone might be, especially a teenage boy.
"It was something that I never saw before and I don't really know how I feel about it."
"Hey, that sounds rather mysterious. Come on, what happened?"
"I'm kind of embarrassed to talk about it. I don't know you, really."
"It was that good, huh?"
He laughed and she couldn't resist him anymore. He was too contagious. Debbie had no choice but to trust him and talk to him. She did want to talk about it. A whole lot.
"Well, I don't know how to say it, but it was something, really, it was."
"Somebody smoking pot or stuff like that?"
"No!"
"What happened?"
Debbie knew that she couldn't say it while she looked at him. She wanted to say it and she wanted the effect on it, but she couldn't say it to his face. To take care of that, she just didn't look at him when she spoke.
'There was this couple in the dunes. Where the bushes are, too. They were..."
"Oh, you saw someone making love? Screwing?"
"Yes! I never saw that before, but you don't sound too shocked."
"Why should I be? Lots of couples do that."
"In the daytime? Here on the beach?"
"Sure. You mean that you didn't know that?"
Debbie didn't like the way he said that. She didn't think of herself as dumb, but she never knew that. She never made love at the beach. She necked and did some petting, sure, but not all the way. Not in the daytime.
Dick detected that he had said something wrong. He wanted to score with her and so he changed his tactics.
"Hey, I didn't mean it that way. I don't think that I ever really saw anyone doing it. I mean, I know that my friends have done it and I've been to some parties where the kids are doing it on the sand, but I never saw it."
Debbie felt better. She still had something to talk about in one sense, brag about.
"I didn't believe it. I saw him first. He was humping ... I mean he was, well, his backside, his..."
She was getting terribly tongue-tied. She didn't know how to say it now that she had plunged into the description.
"Oh, damn it, he was humping her. He was slamming it into her, cause his ass was pumping up and down."
She said it and then she just looked away. She had wanted to share it with someone but not on such a basis. Had she met with Bobby, she could have used it to get something from him. He was horny most of the time, too.
Dick heard the words but he also realized that Debbie was embarrassed when she had finished saying it. He didn't know how to approach it, but he wanted to make her feel that it was okay.
He was also beginning to get horny, himself, thinking about the couple in the dunes. That must have been great and he found himself wanting to repeat that lucky duo's action.
He put his arm around Debbie very gently. He wasn't making a pass at her when he did it, either. He just wanted to get them back on good footing. He shook her a little and she looked at him.
"Hey, it's okay. It sounds like it was really something."
"It was. I didn't believe it at first. But then, I saw the whole thing and his ... cock, too."
Debbie wasn't lying. She had seen him turning over and had caught just a glimpse of it as he flipped onto his back. However, it was nothing to rave about. He was, by that time, limp and gone.
Nonetheless, Dick didn't know that and she used it to play it up. She had passed the point of being embarrassed. She sensed his growing excitement and she wanted to enlarge upon it.
"I felt so funny. I love to screw, but I've never watched anyone doing it. It was something so very different, and so great."
"You really liked watching it, huh?"
"Oh, Dick, it's something that I can't explain. I was a little embrarrassed at first, but then, it was exciting. I loved watching his body go up and down. I never knew what it looked like when a guy fucked a girl. It's pretty exciting."
She was building up steam as she talked and the feeling was contagious. Dick could feel the blood rushing to his crotch. He didn't even know this girl, but she was getting him all hot.
"You sound like you really liked watching, all right."
"I didn't mean to. It was really an accident, but yes, I sure enjoyed it. I felt so hot afterwards."
"And that's why you started to walk? To work off the feeling?"
"Yes, I guess so. I was feeling so, well, so frustrated. I wanted to do something about it, I wanted to..."
She caught herself in time to say that she wanted to enjoy some of the same delight.
However, Dick was ahead of her. If he didn't hear her say the words, he knew what she was talking about.
"Did you ever get that way, Dick?"
"You mean horny? Sure."
"Well, I didn't mean that exactly. I mean you know, not knowing what to do about it?"
"Sure. I don't date a girl steadily and I don't always have something, I mean someone to be with."
"You're putting me on. You don't have a steady girl? I would have guessed that you had all the girls that you wanted."
Now it was Dick's turn to be uncomfortable. He sat there on the blanket, trying to conceal his half hard-on, and feeling very much in the spot light. He wasn't used to this kind of talk.
"Why would that be?"
He didn't look directly at Debbie when he spoke, however. He was embarrassed by her frank, though flattering talk.
"Just because you're very good-looking and sexy, that's why. Oh, I guess that I shouldn't say that, should I?"
"Say what? Why not?"
"About you're being sexy. That's kind of well, suggestive, isn't it?"
"I don't know."
But the seed had been planted and their excitement was growing. Her moist cunt told her that she wanted him very much. She had started talking about the sight she had seen, but now, she wanted to repeat what they had done. She wanted this young man for her own.
Debbie sat a little closer to him. She did it in an unobtrusive manner, however, and the boy didn't seem to notice her strategy. She was getting hotter with each passing moment.
Then something popped into her head. She suddenly started to think of Dick's cock. She started to wonder just how big it was and what it looked like. She wondered if he was big and fat or just ordinary.
The ideas created a new excitement of their own and soon, her tiny bikini bottom was wet with juices. She wanted to be touched and fondled. She wanted what ever that girl had back there on the dunes.
Debbie stretched out suddenly. She lay down on the blanket next to Dick and looked over at him.
"You don't mind if I stretch out, do you?"
"No come on, there's more room over here."
"Thanks. It's just that I've been kind of walking all day long and I was looking forward to resting a little."
The excitement was in the air. They were both charged with it. Dick cleared his side of the blanket, but he didn't move too far away.
He made enough room for her to lie down but she was very close to him.
They remained that way for some time. She was starved for some contact with him. But she didn't know how to do it right there, in the middle of the beach. Fortunately, however, for her, the sun started to cool and the sky reddened and most of the other sun worshippers started to leave.
By four-thirty, they were almost alone on the beach. The life guards were there but then, no one was in the surf, so they talked or merely relaxed. Debbie turned towards Dick and suddenly, their faces were very close.
He just did it. He didn't think about it. He put his lips out to hers and kissed her. He was gentle about it and he didn't force his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her gently and she returned the sensation.
Debbie felt the latent sparks begin to fly around in her head. She was breathing with a bit of difficulty when he took his lips away from hers after a moment. He looked into her eyes and he knew that he read her correctly.
"I know it's crazy. Isn't it crazy?"
"Yeah, I know that I shouldn't even be thinking this, Dick, but I am. You too?"
"Yeah."
Debbie shrugged her shoulders and then looked up at him again. He was getting a very horny look on his face. She had seen it before in other boys. She had no compunction at letting him touch her. Somehow, it felt right.
So, before she stopped herself any more, she closed her eyes and aimed for where she figured his lips would be. She reached them, but this time, he wasn't being a gentle soul.
He opened his lips against hers and then, she felt his tongue flicking across her lips. She felt his soft, moist tongue poking into her mouth. She couldn't and didn't want to hold him off anymore and she gave into his desires.
He thrust his tongue all the way into her mouth and she was amazed at the sensation she got. He was searching out her entire mouth. He was licking and sucking at her tongue and she couldn't believe how sexy it felt.
Debbie had kissed guys before and they had put their tongues in her mouth too, but nothing like this had ever happened. She was shocked and very pleased as he continued to excite her more and more.
The couple started to grope for each other then. They were cooled by the breeze and uninhibited by the earlier summer heat. He reached over to her arm and stroked it as he kissed her.
However, as he stroked her arm, he was not merely caressing her arm. He was beginning to make love to her. It was more intimate than anyone looking on would have guessed.
It was an intimate, beginning gesture that meant he could touch her everywhere when the time came. He was going to touch her and make her feel good, and she was going to return it to him. They were going to make it together.
Debbie wanted to touch him all over. She wanted to know what his cock was really like. She wanted to know just what it looked like. More than anything else, she wanted to know that.
She put her hand on his leg. She felt him jump when she did that, but that was only a reaction to her closeness. He wanted her hands there. In fact, he wanted them elsewhere. Further down and a bit towards the middle.
As their passions drove upward, neither of them could control their actions. She wanted to feel the thick bulge in his trunks. He was wearing those square trunks that went down on the legs.
She rubbed her hand around the rim of his trunks. He had firm thighs and the muscles strained as she tickled the masculine form. She slipped one finger under his trunk leg and started her ascent to his treasure.
Dick felt the initial invasion and the suspense of waiting for her first touch on his cock was maddening. He held his breath while she worked her way up, getting caught in his hair as she went along.
Finally, though, she managed to touch his scrotum. It was firm and hairy. He gasped when she touched it, but he didn't say anything to her about it. He wanted her to go on and touch him until he was big and then he wanted to fuck her.
He waited while she scratched across his scrotum and the sensation drove him nearly wild. He waited for her to touch the tip of his cock, it was hard, but due to the tight elastic nature of his trunks, it was trapped downward.
She managed to touch the very tip of it, and this time, Dick could not contain his enthusiasm for her fondling.
"Oh, Debbie, that's great. Oh, God!"
"How big is it?"
"Why don't you take him out and find out for yourself?"
There was a different look in Dick's eye now. He was hot and horny. He wanted to have her and he wanted his cock out and satisfied. He didn't want to wait and play around. He was much too hot for that.
"But, not here. Someone could see us."
"Good. Didn't you see that couple? They didn't care."
"But we're here outside in the middle of the beach!"
"Oh, okay!"
Dick was angry, with the frustration of not achieving something he wanted so very much. However, he did not lose himself in frustration and he thought about his plight.
Suddenly he remembered his big beach towel. He liked to wrap himself in it when he finished a swim. It would be big enough to do the job. He reached behind him and grabbed it.
"Here. This will take care of everything."
She looked at him and didn't know what he was talking about. He started to spread the towel on top of them and Debbie couldn't figure out what he was doing until he started to wiggle out of his briefs.
For a moment she wanted to stop him, but then, he had his trunks off and she was looking at his wonderful prick. She couldn't say no after that. She didn't want to say no to him after that.
Instead, she put her hand down and caressed the giant prick. It was large and thick and red. He was sticking out way up so that he made sure he stayed on his side.. He didn't want anyone to notice that he had a hard-on and everyone surely would were he supine.
He cuddled Debbie in the curve of his body and pressing her close, managed to ram his cock into her thigh. He was hotter than she had figured on. She didn't think that he had such a big one, either.
While she played with his taut skin, the veins on the sides of his shaft swelled and pulsed. She could feel the beat of his heart as she jacked him slowly. She didn't know just what to do, but somehow her instincts were pretty accurate.
Dick pulled at her bikini top. He made sure that he reached the tie in the back and then, yanked the pieces of cloth away. He looked at her bare bosom and his cock jerked in joyous spasms.
"You've got great tits, Debbie. I mean it." 'Thanks. You have a really great cock. I mean it."
"You like it, huh?"
"It feels so great in my hand. It's so thick and hard."
'That's because I want to shove it into you. That's why."
Debbie giggled, but she wasn't feeling all that funny. She could feel the familiar sensation deep in her stomach that told her she was a gonner. She had to have him. She wanted him.
Before she could say anything to him, Dick started downward to her bikini bottoms. He slipped his hand inside them and immediately came into her wet cunt. He groped around for the slit and then her opening.
But he found her clitoris, instead, and he rubbed vigorously against it for some time. He was rubbing so hard that the girl was thrusting her hips involuntarily in response to his touch.
Then he slipped his finger down further and came into her vagina. He slipped his finger in and Debbie gasped as he did. The intense feeling caused her to cry out.
"Oh, Dick, that feels so great. It really does."
"It's nothing. Wait till you feel that fat cock that you're holding."
He was changing. In his heat and passion, he was shucking his earlier gentle ways. He wanted her badly. He had been worked up ever since she had told him about the couple that she had seen.
And even that was slightly inaccurate. He had been excited most of the day. When he spotted Debbie sauntering down the beach, started to think lots ot things and everything had mounted as they had gotten to talking.
Everything was such so that he was more than ready to explode. He wasn't going to do anything with that hard-on but shove it into her waiting and willing pussy. He was fingering the place he wanted to fuck.
"Your pussy is nice and tight, Debbie. It's real nice."
"Ohh, I don't know what you're doing, but it certainly feels good."
He didn't respond verbally, but continued to frig her. He felt the juices flowing out onto his hand and imagined his cock slipping into that tight space. He moaned so loudly that Debbie was alarmed.
"Is everything all right?"
"No, it's not all right."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm hot and horny and I have to shove this thing into you. That's what!"
The boy was almost out of control then. He could no longer contain his energy and his desires. He pulled Debbie closer to him and realized that he could not penetrate her this way.
She was still wearing the bottom of her bathing suit. He had to pull it from her lovely pussy before he could succeed in his desires. He began to use his other hand to accomplish this.
As he pulled the tiny bottom down, Debbie became a bit alarmed. She was certainly hot but she wasn't used to such unbridled passion. She didn't fight him on the suit, but she didn't know what to do.
But before she could do anything, he managed to get the cloth away from her and then her pussy was naked before him. He spread her legs up over his and then began his mission.
He pushed her open and brought his cock into the playing area. He opened her wet lips and thrust his cock inside the moistness. The initial thrust was almost entirely successful. He managed to impale her sufficiently to withdraw his hands.
She realized then that he wasn't going to do anything to her but fuck her. She was thrilled when she realized that he was so very hot for her. It was a compliment as far as she was concerned. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
She relaxed a bit and he felt the remainder of his thick tool shove its way into her warm tight body. The heat of his prick was unbelievable. It was so hot and strong that she couldn't think of anything but coming all over it.
They were on their sides, but the penetration was no less successful. He was ramming that think into her until he could feel his balls slap against her body. He was ramming her high and hard.
She couldn't help herself. She was responding to his movements. She was thrusting onto his cock, impaling herself and giving herself the wildest sensations that she had experienced.
"Oh, Dick, I can't take it. Shove it all the way in!"
"I'm going to. I'm doing it now. Ahh!"
As he spoke to her he shoved with all his strength and landed his thick tool all the way into her. He grunted as the tight sheath closed all around him and squeezed the juices he had for her.
His balls were on fire and he wanted to shoot off into her. He wanted to rub her pussy in and out until he could shoot into her. That was all that he wanted and needed.
He was grinding and fucking her. Holding onto her hips. He was in somewhat of an awkward position and could not manage to get full penetration on each thrust. Finally, he was too consumed with passion to care about the beach or anyone around them. He wanted to fuck her the right way.
He didn't even look around before he did it. He so simply did it. He lurched on top of her and began to hump her properly. He was on top of her and her was grinding away.
"Oh, Dick, I can't take much more. I'm going to come."
'That's fine. Come all over my cock!"
He meant what he said. He wanted to feel her cunt tighten all over him and make him come, in return. He wanted to feel her cream all over him. It was something that he loved to feel
He liked having a girl cream over his cock. It was really a turn-on. He liked the idea of turning on a girl that much that she couldn't help herself. They were both so far gone that it wasn't going to take much longer.
They slapped together now. They were perspired from the heat under the towel and from the body heat that is generated when one makes violent love. It was quite a work-out for the body.
As they humped against each other, the towel was picked up by a stiff ocean breeze and blown almost all the way off. It was somewhere around Dick's knees and he was exposed above the towel. He knew that he was naked in the daylight, but he couldn't stop. There was nothing that he could do about it. He could no more stop then than he could sink into the sand for cover.
He was too concerned with fucking Debbie's tight cunt right there on the lonely public beach. He continued to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and knew that he could come soon Debbie was the one who made the difference then. He was grinding into her and suddenly she felt her own orgasm begin. She hadn't expected it so soon, but there it was.
She grabbed him around the neck and started to work herself up against him. She was fighting hard for the wonderful sensations that she wanted. She had wanted this ever since she had seen the couple in the dunes.
Over and over again, she thrust herself upward on the stiff and pulsing prick. She was right there and she didn't want anything to interrupt it. She was getting very high and she only needed that little bit more.
"Ahh! I'm coming. I'm coming."
When he heard her words, Dick ground harder into her. He humped his ass high into the air, getting his cock deeper yet into her pussy. He wanted to get her going so that he could follow almost immediately? He was too high to stop, anyway.
Debbie yelled into his ear and scratched across his bare ass. He was humping into her with a good deal of strength. Nothing got through to him, however. All that he felt was the tight cunt squeezing his cock, sucking the come from his balls.
That was all he wanted to feel, too. He was so high that he had to make it or die. He pumped his cock harder than anything and then he felt the first blast of come shoot through his cock.
Over and over, he slammed into her tightening pussy, .slamming his spurting cock. He was mad with the feelings going through him and he could do nothing less. He was all cock right at that moment.
The couple bounced up and down on the blanket, demanding and getting each from the other, the tribute and the offering of sweet release. They were two young fucking animals, chained to the ancient ritual.
Each time that Dick rammed his shooting cock into the girl's convulsing pussy a new wave of pleasure overtook him. He was driven by the need to spill all of it into her cunt.
He gasped out his intense pleasure between the shots of gism that blasted the girl. He was grinding into her wildly until at last, he was done. There wasn't a drop left in his balls when he stopped.
Debbie was almost done when he stopped, but she didn't have time to talk him into moving again. Instead, she humped herself up against him and ground her hips so that she got the last of her own pleasure fulfilled.
She was tired, but happy when she finally stopped moving. The entire wave of pleasure had swept over her, draining her of every bit of energy for the moment. She slumped back against the blanket and closed her eyes.
The couple lay there, motionless except for the heaving chests that tried to equalize the atmospheric pressure on both sides of their lungs. They were giving out more than they had been taking in. The irregularity caused them to gasp and fight for the more normal rhythm.
The only sounds besides their breathing were the gulls and the waves crashing on the beach. It was a lovely way to end the afternoon. It was a most wonderful way to work the frustration out.
Debbie had never intended to meet and become so very intimate with a new boy, but she certainly wasn't going to mind doing it. She had enjoyed it very much. It had been better than the times with Billy, for that matter.
However, Billy was furthest from her mind at the moment. She wanted to stay in the arms of this new boy. Dick was nice and he certainly knew how to screw. She wasn't going to mind anything like that.
The breeze was cooler than before and though Debbie couldn't feel it, because of Dick's body, she felt him shiver on top of her. He was still on top of her and he hadn't made any moves of getting off her. She didn't mind that either, though.
CHAPTER THREE
It seemed as though she had been asleep for hours when she heard the loud barking noise. Debbie came awake instantly as she felt the jerking on top of her body.
"Hey, what do you think this place is?"
Dick was scurrying to grab the towel back on top of them, but the other person grabbed at it. He pulled it away entirely and Debbie wanted to scream in embarrassment. She was naked.
"What have you two been doing, huh?"
Debbie looked past Dick to the large man standing in the sand. He looked ten feet tall from her perspective. She wanted to pull Dick back on top of her to keep herself somewhat protected from the gaze of this stranger, but there was no way that she could.
The man pulled Dick to his feet and he looked awfully silly standing there with nothing on. She reach for her clothes, for the tiny bikini and started to struggle into it, but the man pulled her onto her feet, too.
When she was standing there, naked and on a level with he man, it was the first time that she realized that he was wearing a uniform. He was wearing a police uniform.
"Here, wrap this around you, miss."
The policeman threw the towel at her, but not before he had gotten a good look at her firm young body. Not before he had looked with envy and determination at her curves. He noticed her firm breast and the slim waist and he smiled at her for a brief moment.
"I didn't believe the report was true. This is disgusting. Disgusting."
Dick was still standing there, naked. His cock looked so small now that it was shriveled with embarrassment. She wanted to shout at the policemen and tell him to let Dick get dressed. However, the policeman did it for her.
"Get dressed, you filthy thing! I may have to book the both of you."
He looked at Debbie while Dick was scrambling for his clothes. He made sure that she saw the way he was leering at her. He enjoyed picking up young things at the beach.
As a matter-of-fact, Frank Remson could count on a few good ones, each season. The kids were young and were too hot to wait until it got dark, or to go somewhere they wouldn't be seen.
The lifeguards usually didn't bother reporting it. But one old biddy, looking for some shells with her young granddaughter had noticed them and had immediately called the precinct.
"You get over here and take those monsters off to jail! I pay my taxes here and I demand that they go to jail for this!' "Pair of kids going all the way, Frank. Chase 'em, will you?"
The police had better things to do than to arrest some teenagers for making it in public. Most often the act occurred because they were in love or just too hip on sex to wait.
If there were drugs or alcohol involved, sometimes, that changed the picture. Mostly though, the sergeant didn't want to see two kids hauled into the station house for fornication.
It was up to the officer there to impress them enough so that they wouldn't do it again. Most of the couples never did. They made sure that the next time, no one was around. Or they went someplace that was secluded.
If they gave the officer a hard time or they resisted him, that was something very different, but usually, the kids would turn scarlet when they realized that someone else was there.
They would suddenly realize what they had done and they would hurry to get dressed just as these kids had done. He knew that they would be no trouble. But that was part of the fun, too.
"Do you realize what you did? Do you know that there are decent people who have the right to use this beach? People with little kids who shouldn't see this kind of thing?"
Debbie wanted to cry at first. She heard the stinging tone in his voice and she just looked away. She didn't want to hear all those things being said about her.She wasn't a bad person. At least, she had never thought so.
"You may be a mother someday, miss. Would you want your kids to see something like this? Huh?"
Debbie shook her head, but it wasn't enough for the gruff man. He leaned towards her and spoke louder.
"Would you? What's the matter, you can't talk to a policeman?"
"No. No, I can talk. And, no, I wouldn't want my kids to see it."
She would have looked down and away again, but the man's face was practically in hers. She looked into his instinctively and something didn't match for her. He wasn't angry. He was looking towards the blanket. Down at her breasts.
But she didn't have time to say anything about it. He was leaning over towards Dick now. He was walking over menacingly and she forgot about the look. The gruffness of his voice was enough to stop her.
"You, you slimy thing. What would you say to her father? She looks like a decent kid. Why, if I were her father, I'd knock the shit out of you!"
Dick was dressed now. He had all his clothes on. He was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt. He looked okay to her, but he looked just like every kid to the policeman.
The slightly long hair didn't help either. He didn't wear it that long, but long enough to make the policeman look twice. A trouble making kid, that's what he looked like.
Of course, Frank Rensem knew that this boy wasn't a trouble maker. He knew that he would let him bully him. That was more fun for Frank. He liked to see other males cower before him.
Debbie was standing there, wrapped in Dick's towel. She was still naked underneath. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to get dressed. At least, to get her bikini back on.
"Officer, can I get dressed now?"
He turned to her, eyeing her more closely than he realized. She looked so young and helpless in that towel. She was dwarfed by it. He remembered her body beneath it. He didn't want her to get dressed, but he couldn't carry the bully bit this way.
"Get dressed, miss. I have some things to find out from the young gentleman, here."
He sneered the word "gentleman" and turned back to his game with Dick. He walked around him and took out his book. He got out his pen and started to open the pad.
"Now, what's your name and where do you live?"
"Richard Random. I live at 14 Gardener Drive."
"What do you do."
"I go to high school."
"High school, huh? How old are you, boy."
"Sixteen. I go to Old Whatron High."
"I didn't ask you that, did I."
"No, officer."
'Then I don't want to hear it!"
He spat the words out and Dick retreated a little. He didn't like this. He did not like being intimidated this way in front of someone else, especially a girl. Especially Debbie. He liked her.
Frank Remsen turned to watch Debbie dressing under the towel. He didn't know that she didn't have any clothes with her. Her mother had dropped her off at the beach in just her bikini and a towel with her lotions.
Bobby usually drove her home after they met later on at the beach. She didn't even have any money to get home. It was a frightening prospect for her as she slipped into the small cloth pieces.
"Are you dressed, miss?"
"Almost, officer."
Then he turned back to Dick. He snarled a couple of times to make it seem better to himself. He liked the act that he was putting on. At forty-three, he still enjoyed these little games.
"Okay, boy. Now, we have some talking to do. Do you know that this is a crime? A real crime?"
"No sir, I didn't know that."
"You didn't know that I could put you in jail for something like this?"
"No, I didn't. Honestly, I didn't. I don't think of lovemaking as a crime."
"You don't think of fucking, or screwing, as a crime? Well, it is, boy. It is a crime punishable by a prison sentence."
Dick was scared now. He didn't know what to say to the man. He didn't know how to react. He was getting a bit angry for the attitude and the way that he was putting down the lovely experience that he had just shared with this new girl he had gotten to like.
He wanted to tell this man to go to hell and to stop saying the things that he was saying because even if it was a crime, it was the most awful thing that he had ever heard of.
But Frank Remsen wasn't finished with him. He wanted to make him squirm a bit more. He walked around him as he spoke to him, so that he could get a glimpse of the girl as she dressed under the towel.
"It is punishable by law. In public, this kind of fornication is punishable. You would have a record and you'd never go any place. Would your parents like to know something like that? Do they know that you do things like this in public?"
"No, they don't. But I don't think it's as terrible as you say it is."
"What? You don't think that I know what I'm talking about?"
"I didn't say that, officer. I said-"
"I heard what you said, kid. I heard all right. I have good ears, you know.
Frank Was beginning to scream at the boy. He was getting high on what he was doing and he enjoyed this scene immensely. He liked to fight with some of the kids, before he let them go. He wouldn't take too much from them, but this was still fun.
"You got a lot of nerve, kid. You've just committed a crime that I can put you in jail for and you want to argue with me. Some balls, kid."
Dick was getting angry, though, and the policeman could feel it. He didn't want to have to bring a kid in like this. He didn't want to have to bother with all the paper and such for something like this.
It was also slightly dangerous for him to do this. He could be held on charges by the kid's parents for harassment or something like that. That wasn't part of his game. He didn't enjoy that part of it.
He knew that he would have to cool things down and so he started to talk about something else. He didn't want an actual confrontation with the boy. He was more interested in the girl. He always was.
He liked putting the boy down in front of the girl, so that he felt bigger with the girl. He liked that, but this real arguing and shouting didn't fit into the picture.
"Okay, now, let's get some order around here."
"
The comment didn't fit into anything, but Frank liked saying it. He liked the sound of his voice when he said it. He turned towards the girl, who was standing there in just a bikini. He looked at her good and long.
She was a prize piece for his collection. She was just what he loved to be with. She was young so firm. Her body was ripe in a young sort of way. He wanted to get his hands on her.
"You dressed, miss? Is that what you're going to wear going home?"
"I only have a towel, but that's back at the place that I left it."
"And where is that?"
"Down the beach about half way down. I took a walk and that's how I met Dick."
"You talk a walk. You mean that you don't know this boy?"
Dick rushed to her defense. He didn't want that price tearing into her for what they had both enjoyed.
"Debbie and I know each other for some time. We had broken up for a little while and we just got back together."
Frank thought for a while. But he figured that it was plausible and he didn't fight it. He didn't want to get in trouble with the girl's parents for libelling her in front of a witness. That wasn't cool, either.
"Okay, so you lovebirds just made up. How neat. Well, you did it in the wrong place. Too bad.".
The time had come for the beginning for Frank. He was about to have his chief thrill. He was going to order the boy home.
"Now, I want you off this beach and gone before I can finish up this report. If you're not gone before I do that, I am going to take you in and book you. Is that understood?"
They both shook their heads. Debbie started to walk away, but the man stopped her.
"I want him off the beach first, and then, you. I don't want you kids stopping someplace to have a second performance. Then, I would be in trouble for being too soft and letting you off."
Dick was about to protest, but Debbie fell for it. She didn't think anything false about it and waved him off.
"I'll call you, Dick. I'll call you at home."
He smiled at her. She was bright. He had given his name and his address. She would be able to get the number from the phone book and call him later on. She was pretty smart for fourteen years old.
"Okay, Debbie. Take care. Talk to you when you get home."
The boy turned off and started walking back on the beach. He was going to get home right away and wait for her call. He wanted to know that she was all right. She was a nice kid.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Frank came back to Debbie. He didn't want to make a move until the boy was out of earshot and out of shouting distance. It could be that the girl wouldn't cooperate and that he would get into trouble. He had to be very careful about that.
"Now, I'll just take you on home so that you won't be getting into any trouble around here."
Frank moved in towards her and took her by the upper arm. Debbie didn't like the way things were. She didn't know what she detected, but she didn't like all of it.
"I have to get my towel and my beach bag. It's further down on the beach."
"Fine, we'll walk on down that way."
He let go of her arm and they walked to the water line. It was hard packed sand down there, and it would be easier to walk there. He had shoes on and he was finding it hard to walk in the soft sand.
Frank decided to go out on a limb a little bit. He figured that he could always back off if he was on the wrong track. He had seen lots of young girls before and this one looked like a real hot kid.
"Now that the boy's gone home, you can be honest with mc You never saw him before today."
Debbie was taken by surprise. She hadn't lied in the first place. Dick had done that for her. She wasn't used to lying and she didn't like to. Instead, this time, she just nodded her head.
It wasn't really a firm nod that he was right, but it wasn't a denial, either. She didn't like to he because she couldn't think that fast. She couldn't manage to think fast enough to give the lie credibility.
Virtue was not the only reason for which she was truthful. She didn't like being caught in a lie and she couldn't manage all the details to make everything seem plausible.
Encouraged by her response, Frank went a little bit further. He was pleased that he had been right in his hunch. He liked feeling that he was a good detective and he liked to think that he could solve things that other people could not.
"I knew that he was lying. Nice kid to lie for you."
"I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't."
"Miss, it is a crime to fornicate in public. That means you can't screw outside when other people can watch you. Anyway, you're under age."
"What does that mean? So what?"
Debbie was becoming angry. She was only fourteen and she knew that very well. What she failed to comprehend was why it was against the law to do things just because of your age.
"Now, don't get snippety with me, sister. It means that if I bring you in on a minor morals charge, you could very easily get sent away to one of those girls' houses. That is sheer hell."
"Oh, that doesn't really happen any more, does it?"
"I'm telling you that it does. And it's not very pretty. You'd have a record and everything else too."
Debbie didn't like what he said. She didn't know what to do. She didn't really think that he was lying. Why should a policeman lie to her? She was only a kid and she didn't mean anything to him. Did she?
"But why would they do that to me? I didn't do anything."
"You sure did. I caught you in the act of screwing a guy on a public beach. That is something."
"But wouldn't Dick be part of this? I mean, why just me? You let him go."
"No, I didn't. I have his name and address. I can call him in at any time and prefer charges.
I just wanted to let you make that decision."
"Me? Make what decision?"
"Come on, Debbie, you're not a stupid girl."
Debbie got that feeling in her stomach. She didn't know what was going on but she knew something was going to happen. They were close to the towel where she had left her things. It was there, but Bobby certainly wasn't.
She thought about Bobby. It certainly would be nice if he showed up. But that was impossible. It was already getting dim. The sky was darkening and the sun, red and angry, was going down for another try the next day at scorching the earth's surface.
She stopped at the large towel and the policeman took her by the arm again. He brought her closer to him than was necessary or proper. He didn't actually touch her body, but he was much too close to her.
"Come on, what's it going to be?"
"Officer, I don't know what you mean?"
"Well then, I'll spell it out for you. Right now, I can either arrest you for improper dress and improper conduct on the beach, fornication and soliciting for which you can be prosecuted and remanded to a home for delinquent girls. That's a bad deal. Otherwise, we can forget about the whole thing."
"Well, I'd love to forget about it."
"That's very wise, Debbie. Very wise." He reached for the girl and brought her even closer. But this time, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her very forcefully. He parted her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She fumbled and fought against him, but he was much stronger than she was. She could only manage to get her lips away from his, but then, he pulled her head over to him and kissed her more deeply this time. "No, no! Stop that!"
Frank let her break loose for a moment. Then he reined her in tighter. His face was very close to hers and he snarled the words:
"Now, that wasn't very bright I thought you understood what I was talking about. But I guess that you didn't. Now, I suppose that you want me to bring you in and go get the boy. Well, come on."
He waited for a minute, and then started to drag Debbie up the beach. He was hurting her and the tight suddenly dawned in her head. She finally understood what he was asking her for. She was shocked.
But thoughts went very fast as he was hauling her behind him. They hadn't really picked up her things, but she didn't think that it would be a good idea to worry about getting her things at that precise moment.
Before she realized it, they were on the boardwalk. Her bare feet scraped against the well worn planks and she realized that she did not want to go to prison. She didn't want to give up the life that she had.
Debbie panicked and did what everyone of the girls that Frank had encountered did when faced down. She capitulated to his desires. She had to give in. That was better than going to prison. Or some girls' home.
She had heard about those places. They were worse than awful. That's what, and she didn't want to be in a place like that. No way. And, anyway, this wasn't so bad, after all. She got in trouble in the first place for screwing.
"Hey, can't we stop for a minute?"
"Why?"
Frank turned to her and looked at her. He didn't look very pleasant and she was a bit scared. But inside her, the fright carried more than just utter terror. There was excitement that she felt.
He wasn't raping her. He was making a proposition to her. She could very well refuse what he proposed. He wasn't forcing her onto the sand and taking her against her will.
"I think that I would like to, well, make other arrangements. I don't want to go to jail."
"You really do? Well, what do you know about that!"
"I mean it. I really do. Now, anytime."
"You really mean it? Is that so?"
He was mimicking her, but softly. He didn't want to jolt her out of agreement. He was scared for a time there that he would have to arrest her or make up something to get her into the station house.
He had no idea what he would arrest her on. Besides being naked on the beach, but that would be such a hassle for nothing. The sergeant wouldn't like it at all. That was not the way to a promotion and better feelings in the job.
"Well, it's kind of dark here, maybe there."
He looked around then and saw that they were close to the concession stand. It never opened this year and the building made a nice hideaway. He found himself thinking that if they had thought about it, he wouldn't be here now, enjoying the spoils of his job.
He moved her over to the shelter of the building and when they were nicely hidden in the shadows of the lean-to building, he pulled her over to him again. This time, Debbie didn't pull away or fight him off.
Instead, she kissed back. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. She forgot that this was a real, grown up man and thought about it being one of her boyfriends. She didn't want to fuck this up, too.
She ran her hands over his back until she was touching his shoulders. She ran her fingers up and across his neck and felt his skin shiver under her nails. Feeling very superior then, she continued.
There was a certain amount of pride in this for her. She felt very desirable. As a fourteen year old girl she was flattered that this older man wanted her like this.
In her head, she dreamed about being the femme fatale that made men swoon. She was going to do a number on this cop who wanted her body. She was going to make him remember this evening for the rest of his life.
Most of the fear went out of her. She forgot about all the terrible things she had been thinking about losing all the things she had and going into a terrible place such as a home for girls.
Now, all she thought about as she pressed her body up against the man's form was that she was the sexiest thing on two legs. She was vamping him and making him want her. He was gone on her.
He kissed her back and they joined tongues in a long and passionate kiss. She had very little on, to begin with, and it was extremely easy for the man to slip her top off.
He pulled the bathing suit top from her breasts and as the material threatened to rip, Debbie, herself, unhooked the back of it. She didn't want to ruin her prize bikini.
She watched his face in the dim light as her tits fell into his hands. He was mesmerized by the sight and then the feel of her small, firm bosom. It was sheer delight for her as he pressed his fingers around her nipples.
Frank was delighted with her movements. He felt the buds on her breasts grow hard and he delighted in rubbing them between his fingers. It was something erotic to him when he did it.
Over and over again, he rubbed her tits. But he quickly tired of that activity alone and stole his hand down to her bikini bottom. He was fondling her firm rounded buttocks. He slipped his hand under the small article and rubbed his finger into the crack in her ass.
When Debbie felt the probing finger, she wiggled and giggled a bit. She was beginning to enjoy her decision to avoid the harshness of the law. It was extremely nice to feel what he was doing to her.
He was titillating her nicely and she enjoyed what he was doing to her. In fact, she started to feel excited when he did it. Her pussy started to wake up and she felt the slightest bit of moisture seeping through her firm pussy lips.
Frank was hotter than anything now. He liked the way that she was rubbing up on his finger and the way that she was reacting. She acted tike she was really enjoying it.
That was the greatest part of it all. Lots of the other girls did it, but they acted like he was forcing them to do it. Which he was not. He wouldn't force anyone to do something that she did not want to do.
Completely turned on, he thrust his finger into her pussy. Coming around from the back of her body, he slipped his finger into the tight hole. The moistness reinforced his excitement at the girl's aroused condition and he found that he grew wilder by the moment.
"You hot little bitch! You're dripping!"
Debbie didn't answer him. She was hot and wanted to feel more than his finger buried in her hot cunt She had been having wild experiences this whole day, and the police officer promised to be one that she hadn't figured on.
They were both getting very aroused. Debbie was lost in her interpretation of the arrangements that she had agreed to. She felt his fingers probing in her young pussy and the sparks started to shoot up her back. She was more than just interested in turning him on.
Frank felt her against his body and his cock became harder each moment He was wearing a hard-on such as he had not experienced since his days as a horny young animal.
Then he could have fucked ten females in a row with no breathing room in between. Now he was happy with one a night. And that was more than he got, ever. She would be something for him to remember.
The shadows deepened as their breathing quickened. Frank could easily plug her right there with no conscience and maximum pleasure. It was something that the man would cherish as a memory.
"Okay, how about some of that sweet pussy for me?"
"I've got all the cunt that you can handle."
Debbie was taken up with her own impression of the situation and she tossed her head as she said the words. She was feeling very much the femme fa tale. She was an exciting little vamp who was making him sweat for her pussy.
"Then let's find out."
The man pulled at her bikini bottoms and the girl wiggled until she had helped him remove them. She kicked them off her ankles and then spread her feet so that her legs were slightly parted.
Feeling the accessibility of the young girl's tight opening, the man went slightly insane. He didn't wait any more. He opened his pants and pulled his prick out into the air. It cooled the heat of his prick.
"This thing's been waiting for now. He's wanted to plug you really bad."
He didn't wait for the girl's response. He kissed her deeply and then began to hoist her up onto his cock. He was sticking straight out and up at an angle.
Debbie was light as air to him. He did not hesitate for a moment to hoist her up higher into the air. She was light and eager for his thick, throbbing cock. It was sheer fulfillment to her now.
He fumbled with her pussy lips until he had them open all around his cock. He pushed until he felt his cock snag in her opening. He wanted to make it right away. He didn't want to fool around.
Debbie felt the tip inside her pussy and she shivered as the width of it spread her wider than she had ever had it. Frank had a thick, squat cock. It was much wider than most and that was its prime advantage.
'That feels so thick. So big."
"It sure is. Big and thick and hot for you. Gonna cream into you in just a minute."
She moved as he tried to spike her pussy deeper and deeper. He was more than just anxious now. He was raring to shove it way into her and fuck so furiously that he could pop right away.
"Dammit girl! Come on and get on that cock for me!"
Debbie heard the words and she climbed higher in her own excitement. She was wanted, and she was very excited. Sure, her boyfriends wanted her, but this was so totally different. This was a man. She had gotten him hot and he was mad for her pretty cunt.
In response to his demands, Debbie wiggled until she could feel the thick monster forcing its way into the correct channel. She felt the slippery channel spread wide over his cock.
"That's so damn tight!"
The man was talking out his thoughts. He was livid with passion. He was wild to slam into her tender pussy until he blasted her with all the hot scum in his balls.
Debbie used gravity to her advantage. She forced herself downward on his prick and gasped as the stretching shocked her into awareness. She had never had such a big cock inside her before this.
"Oh, it's too big. It's just too big!"
"No! It wfll fit. You'll see. But it'll stretch the hell out of that tight cunt. You wait!"
"Oh, it's so big! Oh, officer, I don't think that I can take it!"
"Well, you're going to, so just get used to it!"
The man was well past reasoning. He was lost in the pleasure that was filling his body and his mind. He was gone with all the need that raced through his brain. He could do no less than hammer away at her pussy wildly.
Debbie felt the monster thing go-all the way up in one slippery push. She yelled out, but the man pulled her head to his and kissed her so deeply on the mouth that she couldn't utter another sound.
She felt the huge thing begin to split her apart and she wanted to yell and push at him. The pleasure was not yet in effect in her pussy. She was merely feeling the newness and the strange sensations that usually precede successful penetration.
She wanted to squirm away from him, but any way she moved the feeling only became more intense. She didn't know what to do, but wiggle and fight a little here and there.
Still, the man persevered. He didn't sense the change in the girl's attitude. She had never experienced such a man before. That cock was too much for her literally. However, he couldn't know that.
Debbie wiggled and thrust about, but then something interesting happened. While she was fighting his movements and trying to accommodate herself on the giant prick the sensations changed inside her body.
Suddenly, the feeling was more than merely novel. It was more than just something new for her. The stretching of her pussy started to become pleasant. Now, the friction against her slippery pussy became filled with desire and pleasure.
She moved now to increase the friction that she felt. It made her feel so very different from the time before. She was beginning to enjoy the situation. Now, she worked for her own enjoyment.
The change in her was noticeable to the officer in one respect only. He felt the increased motions and the force of the movements that she made. She was working for more pleasure than she had been before.
She had been trying to get away from the strange new sensations, but now she was right in there, getting all that she could for herself. She was fucking, for herself rather than letting herself be fucked.
They clawed and rammed each other. She moved violently to get her pleasure on his cock. She wanted to get herself off on him. That was the only thing beating at her brain.
like a very primitive organism, she was guided by that lone instinct. She had to be fulfilled. The fourteen year old girl homed in on the throbbing in his cock and fucked herself on the thick tool.
She concentrated on the intense feeling searing throughout her vagina. She was alive with the need and the attainable goal. She was fighting for something very real and possible for her.
As she humped on him, he drove his cock higher and higher. She was working harder than ever for this come. She wanted to make it so badly that she didn't think about anything else at all.
She forgot why she was there in the first place. She didn't think about anything but getting off on his cock. The urge drove her on and she continued without taking a breath for herself during this whole episode.
All that Frank felt was the increase in her movements and the desire in her grunts. He didn't think of it as something that she was doing for herself, but in terms of his own pleasure.
He felt her draining him, sucking him off with her tight pussy, and he went wild. He was gone totally out of control. He was heaving her up and down over his cock of his own will.
He held onto her hips tightly and while she wrapped her legs around his thighs he plugged her over and over again. He was ramming his cock into her with all his might.
"You hot thing! I'm gonna blast into you right now!"
The spunk was rising from his hot balls and readying itself for transfer to her. She was about to be blasted with all the come that he had in him, and she didn't really appreciate his offering for what it was.
As he was about to spike her for the final round, she felt the itching in her pussy begin. She was about to make it and the tension created by that feeling inside her was unbelievable.
She was totally concentrated on that one part of her body and the sparks flying throughout her body were wild. She was on fire for the need that she felt inside her.
"Fuck me, fuck! Come on, fuck me!"
She kept moaning and half-yelling those words over and over again into the finish. She was going wild on his cock and she wanted to make it right then. As she spiked herself deeply on his cock, the magic worked and she made it.
"Goddamn, fucking cock! Fuck meeeee!! "
She screeched rather than screamed as the lightning flashed through her from her vagina to her brain. Her tight little box convulsed on his cock and the pressure was too much for the man to take.
"You fucking kid, you're draining my balls! Sucking it out!"
He couldn't talk after that, for the rush of come that flooded into her made him weak. He could do no more than shoot his come into her. That was the extent of his powers.
He stood there, half leaning into her, half staggering as he flooded her pussy with the juices he had stored for her. He was ramming her involuntarily. The need in his soul was taken over by the nerves in his body and he could no more stop his fucking than he could walk at that moment.
Debbie felt the hot gush of his come shooting into her pussy, and though it added to the feelings inside her, she was totally gone on her own trip to heaven.
She rocked and twisted and jerked her hips up and down. She was trying to make the most of her come. She was still lost in it and there was no way out of it. She was one fucking little animal.
She grunted as she worked herself over his cock. Her pussy convulsed over and over as she felt the pleasure wash over her in waves. The feelings enervated her as the pleasure began to ebb.
Forced into the primitive rhythm now, they slammed at each other until the best of the sensations died away. The' glow lingered in Debbie longer than in the man, but he felt no less pleasure than she did.
They had shared a tremendously enjoyable coupling. They had fucked magnificently. The passion died as they leaned against each other, now quite aware that it was all over then.
Debbie was the first to recover. She looked up into the man's face. She was just a little less than level with his face since he was holding her, but he slowly put her down.
His cock withered amazingly fast, however. She was aware that he had nothing left when he let her down. She was a bit disappointed, but not enough to show it. He had performed magnificently for her.
'That was really something else, officer!"
"You sure are a hot little bitch. Really are!"
The breeze was cool on her legs and her arms. She suddenly felt a chill from the come dripping down her legs and she wanted some food. She hadn't eaten anything in many hours.
"Can I go home now? I'm awfully hungry."
"Sure, come on, I'll drive you home."
Debbie quickly retrieved her bikini for the second time that day and followed the man to the car he had driven over in. She was very pleased with herself for the entire day. She had met a new friend and had had a wonderful marvelously exciting time with this policeman.
She certainly didn't regret it at all. She had enjoyed herself. She still believed that she had excited him and made him want her. She knew nothing about his strange-likes and his habits.
However, that didn't matter. Debbie was happy in what she believed. She would never see the man again. They both knew that. This was a wonderful one time deal. Truly great.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby was very concerned about Debbie. He was annoyed with her, too. He had been late, true, but he wasn't that late. She could have waited for him. But the idea that she hadn't been there when he left was a matter of concern for him.
He had stayed until late afterooon, and when she hadn't shown up, he finally went home. He was angry when he left, and didn't bother to think about any thing strange that might have happened to her.
He called her when he got home, however, even though he told himself that he didn't care where she was. He didn't want to admit to himself that he cared about her at all.
But her mother said that she wasn't home. She sounded a bit worried when she asked why she hadn't come home with him, he had lied to make her feel better.
"Oh, you see, Mrs. Marion, I didn't come home with her because I had to go someplace before. I mean that I had to leave before she was ready to go home."
"Well, she isn't home right now. I'll tell her that you called. You're sure that she's okay?"
"Oh, sure. She just met some other friends and she wanted to stay until they left."
"Okay. I'll tell her that you called, Bobby."
An hour after that, he was more than just angry. He was getting a little upset. There was no reason for Debbie not to be home. Not unless she had met up with some other guy and she was with him. That would be a good reason.
If she wanted some other guy, that was just fine with him. She could go and screw with anyone she wanted to. That was fine with him. He could go out and get some girl, too.
Bobby was sixteen years old, but he was a young sixteen. He was a nice kid, but he just wasn't that mature. He looked at things in a different way. He liked Debbie a lot and he wanted her to like him.
They had been going together for three months now. It seemed like a lifetime but it was actually only three months. It was right after school had come back after intercession.
He had liked her for a while before that, but she was going with one of the more popular guys in the class below him. He knew that he could step in, but he wasn't sure about his position with her.
Every girl liked to be going out with an older, upperclassman. That was better for the ego. Or that was what the girls seemed to pass around. Debbie was only a freshman, but she was pretty.
He thought that she was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen. He was simple and very honest with her. She was honest in a way that most people considered boring.
That was the problem in their relationship now. Debbie was annoyed with him. He could feel the undercurrent. She was getting bored and she was looking at other people when they were together, even.
That was bad, and that was one reason why he wasn't terribly worried when she didn't show up. Not worried, that is, in the effect that he did not suspect any foul play.
He was just angry and his ego was hurt. He had tried to make her feel that he cared, but he couldn't make her like him. That was something that he just could not do.
It was close to eight o'clock now, and he still hadn't had a call from her. He didn't want to call her back for two reasons. If she wasn't home, he didn't want to worry her mother, then, if she was out with someone and her mother knew about it, that would make him feel like a shit.
So, he decided to go out and hang around one of the soda shops for a while. At least, he could see some of the other guys. He could forget about that girl and have some fun, maybe.
He didn't want to find out what she was up to, really. He knew that he would find that out soon enough. Something in him dreaded finding out what it was that she was doing.
like most people, he didn't like being made a fool of. He didn't want to go to the local shop and find out that Debbie had been screwing around with some of the guys that he knew from school.
Bobby was in junior year. He was excited about being on the variety team and in volley ball. In the town's high school, volley ball was something exciting. It wasn't something silly, like at some other schools.
He was proud of himself and he was excited that Debbie was his girl friend. At least, she had been until today. She had always waited for him at that spot, and then after a day of fun at the beach, they would make love later on in the evening.
He walked towards the soda shop and looked around for her. She wasn't anywhere to be found and the annoyance and the resentment set in. He wanted to know where she was, and why she wasn't with him.
He was sulking around a bit when one of his friends, Harry, walked in. He was on the basketball team and he was probably the tallest guy in the whole school.
"How you doing, Bobby?"
"Okay. How about you?"
"Good. Great. I just got myself a new girl friend."
"What about Linda? You two had been going out for two years."
Harry looked back at Bobby and he put on this superior face. He was mugging it and Bobby could see it. He felt awful when he heard the words that his friend spoke.
"Linda? She was getting on my nerves. She was getting so damn, well, high and mighty. I gave her her walking papers."
"Oh, yeah? What's your new girl friend like?"
"Really something. She is really something."
Harry talked about his new girl friend, Sam. Her name was Samantha, but she liked to be called Sam. She was really neat. But the look in his eyes showed the hurt at having been dumped by his former girl friend.
It was very clear that Linda had given him the gate. He had seen her giving the eye to some other guy and almost everyone knew that she had been looking around.
Suddenly, the reality of his own situation hit him. He wondered if it had been obvious to everyone but himself that Debbie was looking around. He felt foolish and very angry at her.
The hurt had its place, but he felt the anger that one feels at being made a fool of. He wanted to punch out at something. He wished that he could punch Debbie for the embarrassment that she caused him.
He imagined that everyone knew about her transference of affections and that they were laughing at him or pitying him. He figured that he was the laughing stock of all.
He talked to Harry, but he was numbed. Suddenly, he didn't care about Debbie any more at all. He didn't care if he ever saw her again. He didn't care if she fell into a big hole and they could never get her back again.
However, as he was hating Debbie, he started to look around him. He was in the mood for some revenge. He could have any girl that he wanted. He could have the prettiest girl around, prettier than Debbie.
He noticed that Evelyn, one of Debbie's fringe friends, was sitting at the counter with one of the other girls that he didn't know. He decided that he was going to make some new inroads before he was dumped.
He figured that he had been dumped, already, but his ego wanted to feel that he had done it first. For one brief moment, he imagined Debbie lying in a heap someplace and then, he quickly cleared his head.
"Hi, Evelyn. How's it going?"
"Fine, Bobby. Say, where's Debbie?"
"Oh, she went someplace. Some silly thing, I think. I don't know."
He was trying to be very nonchalant, but he wasn't being very successful. He was coming on very much like the spurned lover that he was. He was making himself sound almost pathetic.
However, Evelyn recognized it and she felt sorry for him. She didn't feel any attraction for him, especially, but she wasn't dating anyone and she was glad for his company.
"Oh, well, it's nice to see you."
"Having some soda?"
"Sure. But you can buy me another one, if you're rich enough."
She was teasing him, but it was the kind of banter that kids go through surely as the swan dances on the water during mating. It was their mating dance. She carried it on in a superlative manner.
They both laughed and then they ordered twin sodas. He began to fee! less concerned about Debbie and didn't think that much about her while they were having fun at the counter.
However, time did move on and it was getting close to nine o'clock. He could stay out late enough, but he didn't know about Evelyn. He didn't exactly just want to walk home and go to bed.
Nevertheless, he didn't know how to make the approach. He wanted to have someone else to be with, but he didn't know the particulars. He was far from a very astute ladies' man.
"I guess that I better get on home. I was going to walk home with one of the other girls, but they left already."
The response on his part was immediate. He didn't hesitate for a moment.
"Oh, hey. I'll walk you home. I kept you here this late, didn't I?"
"No, you didn't. I wanted to be here with you."
'That's awfully nice of you to say, Evelyn."
"It's the truth. I enjoyed the entire time." They left the shop and walked in the direction of her house. She didn't live that far from him and the evening was pleasant. The stars were out and the moon showed itself just a little bit.
Somehow, on the way home, his hand brushed hers and then she took hers away. Then, her hand brushed his, and finally, somehow, they both touched and opened at the same time.
He hadn't offered his hand and she hadn't officially accepted. They merely slipped into the contact. It made both of them feel very good. They were coming together of their own wills. It was not a contract.
Once they had made contact, they both felt freer. They talked very fast about everything. They looked at each other and laughed at nothing at all. This was a part of the mating dance.
Somehow, the blocks seemed shorter than usual. Somehow, before he knew it, they were at her house. He didn't want to say goodbye to her at all. He wanted to keep talking to her and keep holding her hand.
"I guess that I better go on in. It's getting kind of late and my parents get strange about it."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. I mean they don't do anything to me. I mean, that they just hassle me for staying out late. They say that they worry. I can't argue against that, can?"
"No. Anyway, you know that they love you."
"Yeah. Well, I guess that I better go in, then."
She looked at Bobby in the moonlight and she wanted to make it more formal than that. They had started something that had not existed for them. They had known each other for some time, but they never talked and spent time like this.
Basically that was because he was Debbie's boyfriend. They just didn't do something like that. It was like stealing. So, she didn't bother to horn in on her girl friends' guys.
Evelyn was pretty, but she wasn't very aggressive. She didn't know how to ask a boy out or to make him notice her. She had been the one who was surprised when Bobby had come over earlier in the evening.
That was one reason why it was all the more special for her. She hadn't been through a whole string of boyfriends. She was still easily impressed and she was very much impressed with Bobby.
He was older than she was and he was nice to her. He was varsity. Even though it wasn't the football team, he was varsity, all the same. She didn't mind that very much at all.
Bobby didn't want to go, either. He had established the contact and he had really enjoyed himself. He had enjoyed being with her and touching her. She was so very different from Debbie.
Debbie was a flirt. She was always saying something or doing something to get some attention for herself. Of course, Bobby didn't mind giving her that attention because it usually got him laid for the night.
And he didn't like her. He had wanted her to be his girl friend for some time. That counted for something. But, she was just so much louder than Evelyn. He found that he didn't feel threatened with Evelyn. He didn't have to do anything big for her.
"Maybe I could see you tomorrow, Evelyn. I-"
"Hey, that might be a lot of fun. What would we do?"
"Oh, go to the beach or something like that. How does that sound?"
"Great. Maybe, we could go on a picnic. I'll pack us a lunch."
He was happy that she accepted so eagerly. It made him feel very good to have her do that. She had accepted him this way, too. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to be with him enough to accept a date.
He knew that he should walk away and leave her now. He should not linger much more. She would think that he was a real schlump. Really. He had to get on away from her. But he didn't want to.
"I guess that I better let you get to bed. I can pick you up early if you want."
"Sure. How about nine o'clock?"
"Great. I'll see you then. I'll bring the soda. Okay?"
"Okay."
They were both lingering too long. She didn't want to go into the house and he didn't want to leave her there. They both fought against the instinct that told them to stay together-Evelyn wasn't used to having dates at all. This was something so super that she would stay up all night making sandwiches and folding napkins so that he would be impressed.
All he had to do was reach out and she would kiss him. That was all that he had to do. She hadn't been kissed by many boys. And she wouldn't mind it from him. He was nice and she wanted to have him kiss her.
She figured that she would frighten him off, but she wanted to kiss him. So, just as she was about to go into her house, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight, Bobby."
She turned to run into the house. She didn't want to know what he was going to do. How would he react to what she had done? Instead, she felt him pulling her back.
Bobby planted a kiss on her lips. It was light, but lingered for a moment more than just a friendly little kiss. Evelyn didn't resist him. She let him kiss her and she leaned into him just a little.
Their bodies touched only briefly, but that was enough for the both of them. In Evelyn's mind, she had been touched passionately and she felt herself going up in flames.
Bobby felt the tips of her breasts rub against his shirt and he almost saw his own stars. He was horny from not meeting Debbie and from the frustration and hurt that he felt.
However, Evelyn stopped the kiss. She broke from it. It wasn't the right thing to do. She didn't know whether her mother might be looking from the living room or something like that.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
She turned around then and walked into the house. She was floating. She was thrilled by what she had experienced. It was more than she could handle while she talked to the boy.
Bobby watched her disappear into the house and he turned to the street again to walk himself home. He was getting a strange feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what it was.
He hadn't ever been really infatuated before. Sure, he liked Debbie. He liked her a lot, but he didn't flip over her like this. He never felt this way when he screwed Debbie. And he had only kissed Evelyn.
The breeze felt cool and wonderful to him. He didn't care how hot it was in reality. He was feeling just wonderful. He was going to see her the next day and that was just wonderful to him.
But there was something inside his crotch that was nagging at him. He didn't actually feel the blood rushing into his penis at first. He didn't know that he was getting a hard-on.
However, by the time that he got home, he could hardly walk. He was so up that he quickly made his way to his room. He didn't want his mother to see him like that.
Once he was in his room, he tried to get it down. He didn't know what to do. He was hot and he didn't know how to handle it. It was usual that he got his fill with Debbie. He wasn't used to handling things for himself.
He paced up and down his room, trying to think of the things that he should do and how he should feel. But all that he could think of was how his groin was aching.
He couldn't help the feeling. He couldn't help how he felt. He had to do something about it. The feeling was more than he could handle. He knew that he should get undressed and go to bed, anyway.
He undressed quickly and stood in front of the mirror in his room. He had fought his mother when she wanted to put it there. She said it was about time that he learned how to groom himself.
Now, however, he was glad that it was there. He looked at his strong naked body and especially at the strong protuberance from between his strong thighs.
He put his hand around the thick staff and closed his eyes in pleasure as the feeling flooded through his brain. He tightened his own grip on his cock and groaned.
He was so hot that he thought he might burst right there. He did not have the stamina to wait for very long. He didn't know how long he could maintain his cool.
He looked at his image again and he opened . his mouth in sheer ecstasy. He didn't recognize the extreme pleasure that he was feeling. He had not been used to such frustration in his sexual life. He was used to making it regularly and the pressure in his scrotum was more than he could deal with.
Bobby squeezed his cock tight and ran his hand up and down the shaft. He grunted as the wave of pleasure washed over his entire body.
He was going crazy. He wanted to feel his come burst out of his cock.
He began to work his hand over his swollen shaft. He managed to squeeze his cock so that some of the cream came out at the small opening in the head. He dipped his own finger into it and rubbed it all over the soft, swollen head.
Then he fell into the pattern. He could not delay his pleasure any longer. He could not manage, to stave off the aching in his balls. He had to get it out.
He closed his eyes and jacked his cock steadily. He was breathing hard and he didn't stop for a rest once. He was tied into the rhythm and he couldn't stop for anything short of a catastrophe.
The pressure built in his balls and he strove to relieve the pressure. He wanted to shoot his come all over the walls and the mirror. He wanted to see it all over everything. He was in a very basic mood.
The cock he was handling was red and swollen. The veins showed angrily at the sides of his cock. He was bigger than he usually was. The sexual starvation for the time and the emotional frustration caused the condition.
The added fact of the new intrigue with Evelyn was something else to be considered. He thought about Evelyn and her trim body.
He thought about undressing her. The idea of her naked in front of him drove him higher.
He thought about undressing her on the beach and giving it to her right away. He wanted to make her take it right away. But there was more than that, however.
He thought of the feeling in his stomach when he had held her hand and when they had kissed so very briefly. He was taken by the emotional feelings running through his young head.
The combination was more than he could handle at one time. He was too high to stop. He was imagining the tightness of her pretty cunt all around his cock when he felt the cream building up in his cock. There was no way to stop now.
He worked his hand faster and he panted as the strain tore at his body. Even though he was young and healthy, his heart pounded in his chest and his breath was very labored.
He sought his release and didn't care about anything else. He had to make it right away. He was thinking about Evelyn then. He was sticking his cock into her pussy.
He stabbed her and she screamed. He was making her take it and she was wrapping her arms around his back. She humped her legs and threw herself up against him. She couldn't take any more of it.
In his mind, the fantasy went on and on. It was more than either of them could take. She was crying out and screaming for him to make her come. That was the way she was.
Evelyn screamed out and she started to come. He could feel the hotness of her tight pussy and he couldn't take it any more. He screamed out.
In reality, the boy jacked himself furiously and he grunted and rocked back and forth as the spunk started through his cock.
'Take it. Take it. Ahhh!"
He was lost in the fantasy. But the orgasm that he experienced was real enough, and the pleasure was real enough, as he worked his hand over his spewing cock. It was more than enough when he squirmed and screamed to himself.
The gobs of cream spattered the mirror and the floor directly in front of the mirror. He opened his eyes at one point and saw the erdtic picture of his cock spewing and shooting his come all over the mirror image.
He felt the last burst of come stream from him and the energy drained from his young healthy body. He felt completely enervated. It was just too much for him.
He made it to the bed, but just barely. He was totally drained of his energy. He sank onto the bed and panted to get his breath back. He had to get back to normal.
However, the wonderful release had been achieved and he couldn't think of anything else for the night. He had released his energy and the tension that he felt had dissipated. He was fine.
As he sank into a deep sleep, he didn't think about the white come on the floor. He didn't think about shooting onto his mirror image. He had had the most terrific come that he could imagine.
He found it hard to believe that he had experienced such pleasure at his own hand. He couldn't believe that the stored sexual energy could explode so very magnificently.
However, Evelyn had been the catalyst and he knew it somewhere in the back of his head. He wanted to spend more time with her. He wanted to get to know her really well.
CHAPTER FIVE
Evelyn was wide awake even though it was late at night. She didn't know how to get herself to sleep. She was so up that she could not get her eyelids to close. It was too difficult.
However, she had gotten everything ready and even spent some time talking with her mother. She had been too happy to contain her happy enthusiasm. She was literally bubbling over.
"Oh, Mom, I had so much fun tonight and I've got a date tomorrow!"
"A date? With whom, Evelyn?"
"With Bobby Borden. He asked me to go to the beach. We're going to have a picnic."
Evelyn sailed around the living room, twirling, twirling. She didn't believe just how happy she could be. Not really. She was so pleased. She didn't believe that she could be so very happy.
There was more to it than the beach and the picnic. She had felt the magic deep inside her, too. She had experienced the strange but new sensation of having a boy kiss her and feeling her stomach flip.
She sat down next to her mother and told her all about Bobby.
"Oh, Mom, you wouldn't believe it. He's good-looking and he is on the varsity volley ball team!"
"How come you just got together tonight?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was just fate. You see, I thought that he was going out with Debbie Marino . "
"Well, is he?"
"I don't know. He said something about her being someplace tonight. I don't think he's still interested in her any more."
Her mother had closed her hands together in her lap and looked up at her. She didn't like
Debbie very much, and Evelyn avoided the subject with her mother. She knew that Debbie was more active sexually than her mother cared to have her be friendly with.
She didn't want her daughter to get hurt. She didn't want her to be just the plaything for a boy who would date someone like Debbie Marinol. She was a little tart if there ever was one.
"Evey, why would this boy want you? I don't mean that he doesn't like you, but you're as different from Debbie as night is from day."
"Oh, Mom! Come on. I don't know why he-likes me, but I know that he does and I know that I like him. I really do."
She had gotten up and sailed around the room again.
"He is just fantastic! Fantastic. I can't tell you how wonderful he is!"
Her mother hadn't said anything after that. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to approach the situation. She could be wrong about the boy. Lots of times, boys got tired of girls like Debbie and wanted someone real like her girl.
Evelyn and her mother made the sandwiches and wrapped them carefully. But Evelyn wasn't satisfied with the picnic. She wanted something special for it.
"I'll make a cake."
"Now? Evelyn, it is ten o'clock!"
'That's okay. I'll do everything. I'll clean up so that you won't know I had used the kitchen."
Her mother knew that it was no use trying to stop the girl, so she decided that she would help her. Together they had made the cake. A chocolate cake, with icing that they painstakingly applied to the cooled cake.
It was well after eleven thirty when they closed the kitchen light and went to bed. However, Evelyn's enthusiasms was so contagious that her mother didn't mind staying up and doing most of the cleaning.
She had kissed her daughter goodnight, basking in her own happiness. She was so pleased that her girl was happy and had a date. Not because she wanted her to be popular for her sake, but for Evelyn's sake.
She hadn't seen her daughter so happy in a very long time. Not that she was a melancholy person. It was just that she never had something to be that happy about.
The house held a very happy quiet when they finally retired. It was really wonderful to be happy. It felt just so great. But Evelyn just lay there in bed, trying to get some sleep.
It was no use. She just couldn't close her eyes. She didn't recognize the feeling that was creeping up on her now. She didn't know what to do. She was fidgety.
Evelyn was fidgety and nervous. She was happy, but she didn't know how to relieve the pressure she felt. She was experiencing a strange feeling in her pussy.
It was an itching sensation and then something gnawing at her. She wanted to do something about it, but she didn't know what. She had masturbated before, but this was a different feeling. It was more intense.
The sensation crept up her legs and then across her stomach, and she didn't know how to get rid of it. She lowered her hand to her crotch and rubbed in between the parting lips.
She didn't know very much about sex or her own body. She didn't know very much about any of it. She only knew that she wanted to relieve the feeling that was nagging at her.
She continued rubbing over and over again. She wanted to feel good. The gnawing didn't stop, but the fire increased. The fire that was there went higher and cream from her pussy wet her fingers.
She had never really poked her finger into her own secret cave. She had never done anything like that for sexual purposes. Sure, she had taken care of her own hygiene, but that was something different.
She didn't know how to go about it, but she tried. She cautiously pushed her middle finger into her tight opening. She couldn't believe the feeling in her body. The pleasure was intense when she did it.
She opened her legs while she manipulated her vagina and gasped with the sheer pleasure. She didn't know what to expect next.
Any time that she had masturbated, she had rubbed her finger over her clitoris and had done with it. She would get high until she would experience an orgasm and then she could go to sleep.
Evelyn found that she usually masturbated when she was in bed. That was when she was quiet and alone and naked. She wore a nightgown, but that didn't mean she had anything on underneath.
She was able to get at her body with no interruptions. No one was going to come in and discover her at her private orgy. She didn't like the idea of being discovered at all.
Tonight, however, this was so very different. She was burning with this mad desire to make it. She wanted something more than just her finger on her clitoris.
Something much more wonderful!
Evelyn didn't know what it was that "she wanted, but she was trying to make herself feel better. She was rubbing her finger in and out of the creamy opening and each time, an involuntary utterance escaped her lips. "Ohh. Ass. . .Ohh"
The air in her bedroom was permeated by the sounds of her pleasure. She didn't know what else to do. She wasn't even aware that she was making those sounds that she was making.
But the pattern was set now. She couldn't turn back. She was too hot for something like that. She had to make it before she stopped. It was more than she could handle.
Slowly her finger worked deeper into her secret passage. She lost the fear and the guilt as she plunged deeper into her own mysterious parts. It felt too good to worry about such things.
The magic was working for her. She felt the sensations get better and she worked harder and faster. She brought her other hand into play now and by the time she had her finger deeply imbedded in her vagina, her other fingers were worming on her clitoris.
The combination of the work was more than she could believe. The pleasure was something that she could only imagine. She didn't know how she could stand it.
Over and over again, she plunged her finger deeply into her pussy, making herself moan. She didn't want to stop once, not even to catch her breath. She was mesmerized and captive in her manipulations.
The pleasurable sensations worked inside her body to drive her wild. She was desperate to continue and to get to the goal. She was perspiring as she worked on her own body.
More and more of the cream that had appeared on her finger at first started to wet her finger. It was coming out around her finger and dripping down her thighs.
She felt so very decadent, but she couldn't stop. She had never wanted to do something like this before, but now she did. Now she wanted to make herself feel so good that she didn't stop until she was so tired she couldn't move.
The combination of excitement and sexual need in her young and vibrant body were the catalysts for the explosion of need in her. The sudden desire and the demand for fulfillment were wrapped up in that.
The feelings grew more intense for her. She didn't know how to cope with it. She knew that she should stop or forget about it. She knew that she should stop.
However, nothing in the world could make her stop. She was so locked into working her finger into her cunt that she couldn't help herself anymore. She was beyond her will.
The cream oozed out onto her pussy hair and her thighs and she worked herself into a frenzy. There was nothing that she could do but continue and that she did.
She thought about Bobby and what he had for her. She knew that boys had penises but she wasn't used to handling them. Sure, she had with a few boys, but not with very many.
They usually didn't get that far with her, to begin with. She didn't let them go very far with her, in the first place, but when they got to the spot, she became more frightened about it.
Now, however, things were different. She wanted to see and touch Bobby's cock. She wanted to know what it felt like and what it looked like.
The images in her head turned into Bobby's naked body, but since she didn't know what he really looked like, she couldn't imagine him naked. She didn't know how to make him look in her mind's eye.
Just the same, she thought about the strong and protruding prick with which he would make her feel so good. That was the way that she knew it happened. She didn't know more than that.
The ideas grew in her head, and the feelings grew in her pussy. She felt her fingers there and the pleasure became more intense. She was close to an orgasm but she didn't really know it.
All she knew was that she was getting higher and she wanted to have the relief from the tension and the pressure. It was a wonderful sort of torture.
She gasped out her pleasure while the feelings drove her near the cliff. She didn't want to return now. She didn't want to step back from the precipice. The reward down below was too tempting.
In a frenzy of motions, she drove her finger all the way into her vagina. She felt a little bit of discomfort, but that was all. She didn't even stop for a moment.
Far away, in the back of her mind, Evelyn thought that she might have scratched herself with her nail and she made sure that she was more careful about touching herself.
However, she kept up her frigging and worked even harder to get her pleasure. She was desperate for that release. It was more than she could stand. She had to make it.
She frigged herself violently as she rubbed across and all around her hard bud. She was rubbing the hell out of her clitoris. She loved the feeling that she was getting from it.
The combination of her manipulations was more than enough to send her over the wall. She was too close now. Anything like that was more than she could handle.
The peak was very near. She frigged herself steadily while she imagined Bobby's cock closing up on her. He was about to shove it into her pussy. He was about to make her take all that he had to give her.
Then she felt the wonderful sensations deep in her pussy. She frigged herself into a magnificent orgasm. She was moving her hips up and down, trying to get more feeling from her own hand.
More friction gave her more pleasure and the girl was virtually a perpetual motion machine. She kept rubbing her clitoris and frigging herself while she moved all over the bed.
The springs creaked while she took out her pleasure from her own body. She was rocking back and forth, making herself feel great. The pussy juice oozed from her tight cunt and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing.
"Ahh, Bobby, Aaahh!"
She spoke the words of her fantasy and imagined him slamming into her as she finally came. The release was something that she had fought for. She wanted the best that she could get.
She felt her finger and to her it was his thick cock, rubbing and fucking her. She was coming all over it. She didn't know just how it was done, but she half imagined the act.
The convulsions went through her pussy, making her bump her hips up on the bed. She wasn't used to such violent feelings. They shook her completely. She didn't know how to take it.
The bed bounced up and down and she continued to feel the wonderful pleasure of her orgasm. Until all of it was over and she drew her finger from her slippery box, she continued in the same fashion.
But everything ends, and so did her orgasm. She was exhausted from the violence of her feelings. She didn't know what to say or what to do except to got to sleep. She was beginning to feel the veil of sleep close over her and she wanted to be bright in the morning.
Her fingers were all wet and she wiped them on her nightgown, unconsciously. She smelled her own perfume and felt strange She was a little embarrassed, even though no one was there.
She didn't know whether this would happen with a boy. She didn't know much about herself as a sexual being. School didn't teach all that to her. She had to learn some other way.
Evelyn continued rubbing her clitoris a little as the glow of her orgasm wore off. The glow lasted for some time and went all the way down to her fingertips. It was more than she had ever experienced before.
She thought about Bobby. She wanted to make him like her. She knew that he liked her a little or else he would never have asked her for the date tomorrow. However, something clouded her mind.
She thought about Debbie. Debbie was her friend. How was she supposed to handle the matter of stealing her boyfriend. She hadn't done anything really to get him, but who was going to believe that?
She lay there, basking in the afterglow that she had produced for herself and thought about her friend Debbie. It didn't seem-likely that he threw her over. Debbie wouldn't let anyone do that.
What more than-likely happened was that she dumped him and he came to her as a second fiddle. She didn't like it, but at least it was something better than fighting someone like Debbie.
The only thing that disturbed her was whether Debbie was through with him. She had heard Debbie talk about guys that she was fooling with. She didn't like to see the same one all the time.
When she wanted some excitement, she would find another boy, but if she got tired of him, too, she could try to get her old boyfriend back. She was pretty and she usually succeeded.
The thought of being made a fool of by Debbie wasn't that attractive to Evelyn. She didn't know how Debbie felt about Bobby. She knew that she didn't mind seeing him, but she never heard raves about him.
As a matter-of-fact, Debbie always talked about Bobby as being okay. That meant that she wasn't really crazy about him. That was a good thing to think about, however.
She would be less-likely to try to get him back after Evelyn had made a fool of herself over him. That would mean that she probably had someone else that she wanted to be with.
Her eyelids were closing over now. She was tired and very exhilarated. She wanted to get up early enough to put on her makeup and fix her hair. She wanted to look so very special for tomorrow. She wanted to be prettier than she ever had been.
She closed her eyes and dreamed about what it would be like the next day with Bobby. All by themselves, on the beach. They would have a picnic and be by themselves. They could do anything they wanted to do. Anything at all.
CHAPTER SIX
Dory lay in her bed. She couldn't believe how happy she felt. She wanted to remember just how great her day had been with Mike. She couldn't believe how great everything had gone for the both of them.
The morning light streamed into her bedroom, but she didn't move out of the bed.
Now she had too many memories to think about. She had too many things to remember about the entire day before.
Somehow, she didn't believe that they would ever get that close. She was only a kid compared to Mike. He was in college and everything like that. He could have all the girls that he wanted.
The entire afternoon had gone so well after their first time in the dunes area. She didn't believe how much pleasure that one session gave her. She had been with enough boys to know that it had been a good time for her, anyhow.
Mike had lain back, afterwards and looked over at her. He had this glow in his eyes that was something else. He had smiled and sleepily told her that he had never enjoyed himself more than that.
"You are something else, Dory. I don't think I've ever had anything like that. You really are something!"
The breeze had blown across her bare body, but she didn't want to cover up. She didn't want to cover up for two reasons. She was not ashamed of her nakedness, and she liked the feeling of the air on her body.
Her pussy was wet with his and her comes. They mingled and ran down her legs. It was more than she remembered having from any other guy she had been screwing with.
The dune grass lazily tickled her abdomen as the wind blew it in her direction, and she laughed in a tired sort of way. She was too happy to move just then.
She knew that she should put something over her and that he should cover his bare bottom, too, but they were too comfortable to do something like that. It was more than a simple effort for them both right now.
Then something had happened between them. Mike had reached for her hand. He actually did that. He put his hand on hers and then held onto it. He was holding onto her hand.
That was something different from fucking. Fucking didn't mean that you liked someone very much. That meant that one or both of you were horny, as they both were earlier that afternoon.
Fucking only meant that they came together on the same occasion and that they enjoyed each other's bodies. It didn't mean anything about emotions. That could be something totally removed.
This was wonderful, however. He held onto her hand. He wanted more from her than she had expected or actually asked for. She didn't even know that she wanted this.
However, she was flattered and overwhelmed that since he was older and he could get any of the girls that he wanted, he was choosing her. He didn't say much to her at all.
Instead, they lay there together until the breeze got a bit cool and they covered themselves up with a blanket. It was some fine feeling to lay there with him. They had to get dressed again, though.
"Hey, Mike, I'm kind of hungry. How about you?"
"Yeah, I could go for something."
"Okay then, let's get dressed and get some french fries and all the rest."
"Hey, I don't know how much bread I have on me. I really don't. . . "
She immediately felt stupid. She didn't think about it. She was suggesting something she could not entirely pay for, ejther. But that wasn't a reason to forget about it altogether.
"I've got some money. We'll pool our money. How.about that?"
"Okay. Let's go."
She was pleased that he accepted her offer and they got into their suits and went off to the boardwalk concession. It was new that year and had only opened for the season.
They laughed while they ate some hot dogs and french fries. They shared a third soda and bought some awful tasting cookies. They laughed through all of it. It was a splendid lunch.
However, afterwards, they had walked out onto the rocky part of the beach. There were several parts of the beach that did offer cover, though they were in the less populated They laughed most of the way. Suddenly they had become friends. They had become lovers, too. However, the friends part was more important than the part about being lovers.
For both of them, sex was possible without emotional involvement. That was merely the exercise of one's needs. It had little to do with love or liking in that sense.
Mike helped Dory onto the rocky part. There were several slippery parts on the rocks and he ended up holding her hand all the way down to the sparse sandy area.
When they got to the bottom of the rocks, they looked back and saw that they were very isolated. They could have been there making love and no one would ever find them.
"Gee, there's no way for anyone to see anything from behind here. It's really great."
"Well, maybe we should try it out, Dory. You know for next time."
Dory had looked up at him. She didn't believe the words. She didn't expect anything from him but that one time. She would take the continuing option, but she had not counted on it.
"I'd love to try it out. Really."
Then they were in each other's arms again. He kissed her and brought her to him. He was getting aroused again. His trunks betrayed his growing cock. She felt the shiver of excitement go down her back and she kissed the boy back. They were going to make love again, and she knew it.
This time, he was the initiator. He did everything. He kissed her hair and then her neck. The bulge in his trunks got larger and larger. He was breathing harder each time.
Somehow, they melted together. She came into his arms and then they were both on the sandy floor. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter and then, she knew she could not hold out against his demands.
Dory was feeling very horny, but Mike was the one making the advances. He stuffed his hand into her string bikini bottom and started to rub her pussy. He rubbed into the crack.
"Oh, that feels so good, Mike."
"I want to drive you crazy, Dory. You're something else."
He. was very excited now. The excitement of the young and healthy animal. He was breathing hard and all he wanted to do was to sink his thick cock into her small pussy.
He ran his hands over her tits at the same time. He was hot for her and he wanted all of the pleasure that she could give him. He bent his head and kissed the tip of each breast.
However, Dory was hotter than he thought she was. She wanted to get into the thick of things. She rubbed his cock hard, back and forth. She was jacking him there as she necked, too.
Then the bathing suits came off entirely. This time, Dory didn't leave part of her bikini bottom tied to her leg. This time she took off the top and the bottom.
Mike shucked his suit in a moment, straining to get past his large erection. He opened his legs when he was free of the garment and flexed his muscles so that his cock jutted forth.
"He's so big, Mike. He's really something!"
"I'm glad that you think so. I want to fuck you so badly that I can taste it."
They went at each other after that. He pulled her closer than before and put his finger back into her pussy. He was roaming around inside there and making her wetter than before.
He made her wet and creamy and she moaned as she jacked his cock back and forth again. She worked him furiously, half tempted to jack him off and to watch the stream of come shoot into the air.
Dory, however, managed to contain herself and the feeling passed. She wanted very much to be fucked, too. She wanted to feel his thick cock in her pussy, spreading her wide apart.
Then Mike pounced on her. He simply jumped on her and started to rub his cock into her body. He was rubbing himself anywhere that he could get to. He wanted to shoot into her. He succeeded in getting his cock imbedded between her thighs and when she tried to open her legs, he forced them closed again. He wanted to feel some friction around his cock.
"That's good," cooed Dory.
"I'm going to fuck you really hard. I want to fool around for a little while."
Dory smile when she thought about it. She wanted to feel him thrust into her tight pussy, but she certainly didn't mind the way that the tip of his cock was forcing its way against her clitoris.
It was only barely there, but she could feel the sensation and she knew what was happening and that excited her. She wanted more of his cock and she wanted it then.
But then the rhythm changed. While Mike was rubbing his cock into the crevice in between her thighs and was consciously titillating her clitoris, he changed.
"I can't do it. I have to have it now."
That was all that he said. He placed his fat prick up against her pussy lips and started to push. He pushed with all his might and he caught her pussy hair. Dory yelped as the monster caught and he backed off.
To insure no further problems, she put her hand down to his cock and guided him into her portal. She made sure that her lips were open and then she eased him into her body.
Mike recovered from her reaction to his thrusting and as soon as he felt her soft and very wet cunt all around his cock, he began to shove into her again. He wanted to take her right away this time, too.
He was hotter this time. He knew what to expect from her cunt. He knew what he was going to feel when he shoved it way into her pretty pussy. He wanted to feel the excitement of being squeezed in her tight box.
Dory spread her legs wide and he entered into her more easily. He had to shove to make it all the way in, but he didn't mind that at all. He didn't mind having to work his way into her tight cunt.
He plunged into her and the cream from her cunt oozed all over his cock. It wet him and lubricated the passage so delightfully, he began to groan and grunt as he sawed into her cunt.
He banged into her steadily. He wasn't giving her much time for anything, he was going to fuck her and have done with it. However, there was something more to his stroking and plunging.
He didn't fuck her the way that they had done before. He was acting more considerate this time. He was making love to her rather than fucking her. They still enjoyed their sex, but it was tamed by some feeling.
Over and over again, he slammed his cock into her, but it wasn't quite as urgently done as before. He was timing himself to feel her cunt all over his cock. He was enjoying the sensation in her pussy.
It was more than Dory could take however, she wasn't used to such delicious sex. She wasn't used to such thrusting. Besides, she was so psyched out by the fact that it was Mike doing it.
She lay on her back, accepting his cock, each time that he thrust into her. She accepted it, and though she pushed back on her own, it wasn't the demanding movement that she had used before.
She was enjoying the feeling of being loved. She was enjoying the sensation of being fucked. He was doing all the actions that she needed. She didn't have to do much except enjoy it.
She felt the itch in her pussy begin. She was going to come quickly this time. He had barely been inside her and she was about to make it. She couldn't believe the feelings that she was experiencing.
Without realizing it, Dory began to move her hips more quickly. She was thrusting more forcefully, without even realizing, it. She was helping in her fucking without being aware of it.
By the time she realized what she was doing, she was so close to coming that she didn't have time to stop or alter her movement. She couldn't because she was locked into the need she was fullfilling.
Mike was thrusting into her, and he closed his eyes. About that time, she realized what she was doing. She couldn't get in touch with him. He was too far gone himself.
Then they just continued that way. She worked herself over his cock just because she couldn't help herself. She had to keep doing it. She was scratching the infernal, eternal itch that womankind had felt for all time.
She moved her hips in such a way that he could not avoid striking her pussy dead center and going all the way in. The juices were making them slap against each other.
The noises besides the waves crashing on the beach were those of the two teenagers fucking. The perspiration and the cream from her cunt made their bodies slap and twang each time they moved.
Mike felt the spunk rising in his cock. He knew that he was going to shoot it into her, but he didn't feel the urgency to merely fuck her. He wanted to give her all the feeling sensations that he could before he shot into her.
For some reason, he wasn't as frightened with her anymore. He didn't worry about making her come and worrying about choosing the right time. They had fucked before and it had been merely divine.
He rocked his body into hers smoothly now. He didn't want to take too much of her all at once. He wanted to see her come. Despite what she said the time before, he wanted to make her come first.
Dory was fighting hard to gain her orgasm. He was making her go wild. She didn't want to spoil the lovely time by making too much of a move towards" merely fucking again.
This time, she let him fuck her. She let him make love to her since he seemed happy to do it. It was a nice and satisfying time for the both of them. She wanted to feel all of his cock that she could.
But the time came when she couldn't hold out any longer. She just had to come. She just had to rub herself all over his cock until the sparks flew and she was there. She just had to make it.
She fought for it again. She rubbed herself and she felt the magic working for her. She felt the itch being scratched. She felt the excitement mounting and she worked harder against his body.
Mike sensed her movements and her imminent orgasm. He started to thrust into her with more determination and desire. He wanted to make her come this time. He didn't want her orgasm merely to be a by-product of his own pleasure.
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that, Mike."
"I want you to come. I want to make you come."
He was speaking evenly and looking into her face as he screwed her. He was speaking and enjoying the words that he was saying. He wanted to feel her come all over his cock.
Dory squirmed underneath him then. She knew that she was gone. She knew that she just had to come. She was going to have to give in to him and let him make her come.
In fact, the feeling was quite a nice one. Dory was used to fighting for her own pleasure. She was used to making herself come after the boy had his pleasure. She always said that she enjoyed it simply because she didn't have the guts to ask for anything else in sex.
So, the aggressive sex kitten proved that she could be gentle and be taken as Mike fucked her. She moaned as he pumped his cock into her. He was making her come and they both enjoyed it, then.
She lay back against the sand, writhing in almost sheer bliss. She was agonized, true, but it was sheer, wonderful erotic torture for her. She loved the feeling.
Then the time for moving and waiting and thinking was done. She did not have the time or the ability to do either. She didn't have the time to do anything but come.
Over and over, she rocked as the joy started in her pussy. She felt the sheer delight begin to break inside of her firm, young, pussy and she couldn't believe the feeling.
"Mike, make it happen, now! Make me come!"
She yelled the words at him. She had never asked a boy to do that to her before. She had to be the one fighting and giving the pleasure. Now she was asking for it and she knew, somehow, that he was going to come through.
She trusted Mike like she trusted no one before him. As she made it, she felt a sensation of trust that she had not experienced with any boy before. She let him make her come.
"Oh, it's so good! More, more!"
She kept moving as she yelled out, clutching onto his arms, his back and then his hair. She was scratching and biting him and pressing his body further into her own.
Mike felt the waves of pleasure come into his own body each time she clamped down on his cock. Her cunt was wild with the sensations that he had given her and she gratefully squeezed the come from him.
He wasn't on a hair trigger anymore. He could enjoy the sensations as he fucked her. He let her come all over his cock and he held his self control in check. He wanted to enjoy all of it.
She moaned and yelled out as she creamed all over his cock. She moved and squirmed as she came and worked herself unknowingly over his cock. She was not doing it consciously.
The beauty of her unconscious movements were very quickly drove Mike into a wonderful orgasm of his own. He could not withstand the sucking movement inside her cunt as she came.
She moved in such a way as to make it impossible to withstand it. She was loving and sucking the come out of his cock. She moved her hips and pulled his cock deeper into her cunt.
She massaged his cock deep within her with her body. She was sucking him off lovingly, with her pussy. She did it unconsciously as she came in the exciting sensations he gave her.
But at last, he could hold out no longer. He began to stroke her deeply and he moved more quickly. He was moving with determination.
He was making a good home for his cock.
Finally, he was locked into fulfilling his own needs. He couldn't ignore the sensations all around his cock. The sheer pleasure each time her pussy squeezed him was more than he could take.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to come!"
Dory was still stuck in her dream state. She had not quite finished her own orgasm and she just kept moaning. She hadn't stopped moving and sucking him off inside her body.
He quickened his movements and began to saw in and out of her with lightning speed. He was making her jump with the weight of his body against hers. It was more than he could take.
Then the dam broke. He yelled out. The juice spurted up from his balls and into her cunt. He yelled out and shot all his come into her. He wasn't able to hold back a bit of it.
He clenched his teeth and filled her cunt with all the cream that he had. He was shooting off more than he knew he had. The slow and easy movements had worked their way on him.
Her cunt teased him even after that. She sucked his come from his even after the sensations began to die down in her body. She was the one who took control after that, anyway.
He was gasping for breath as he pounded his hips into hers. He was sending his cock deeply into her cunt, spewing out all the life-giving cream hat he had for her.
Together, the couple humped on the sandy, rocky surface. They didn't pay attention to the slight pinches by the sand and sharp rock surface.
They pounded against each other, going more slowly as the cream that he shot ran low. He had finished pumping all he had into her by the time that he could no longer move.
He felt his heart pound in his chest and he knew that he had to rest. He had to stop. He was about to collapse on top of her. It had been the most enjoyable come that he could remember, including the first one that they had shared.
They collapsed on top of each other and there, as they tried to catch their breath, lay as quietly as possible. It was a wonderful feeling after that episode. It was more delicious than the first time.
This time, Mike had kissed her before he got off her. Before' he pulled his cock from her body, he kissed her and then once more. He fell onto the sand beside her and smiled up at the reddening sky.
'That was something else, boy!"
"I don't remember anything like it, Dory. Wow!"
They laughed as they exchanged lines. The sun was pretty low and they knew that they would have to go soon. Dory couldn't stay out without telling her mother where she was.
Just the same, they had stayed for some time after that. The cooler breeze blew over their naked bodies and they enjoyed the privacy and the seclusion. It was like having a private piece of the beach and the ocean.
But they did go, finally. They held hands all the way back to the boardwalk. Then he drove her home and they sat very close. It was the most wonderful day of all her life.
Dory lay in bed as the sun came up. She knew that she should be getting up. She knew that she had some things to do for her mother and that she had to fix up her room, but all she wanted to do was relive the moments with Mike.
He was going to call her later on in the day. He had to do something but he wouldn't tell her what that something was. She didn't press him since they had only just met. She didn't think she had the right to ask. Her heart sank a little bit each time she figured that he might have a date with one of the older girls. She didn't want him to be with anyone else. She wanted him for her own.
It was the first time that she had admitted to herself or anyone that she wanted someone for her own. She was usually very carefree about her boyfriends. She was not quite promiscuous, but she did not take the passive, emotional road.
Most of her encounters were rather casual, since she wanted it that way. She hadn't been turned on by a guy before Mike. She had waited for him for over a year, but she had finally gotten him to pay some, attention to her.
She had gotten more than just a little bit of attention, however. She felt that something interesting was happening to her. That they would be something special to each other.
She finally bounced out of bed and ran inside to take a shower. She wanted to start the day, after all. She didn't think about the unexplained day that Mike had.
She knew that she didn't own him. She knew that she would never let anyone own her. It was a nice thing, so far. She thought about him all morning long, and even when her mother started to lecture her about her room, she somehow didn't mind it at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Evelyn fixed her hair for the ninth time. She looked at herself in the mirror But she wasn't satisfied yet. She pulled the ties out of her hair and started combing her long hair once more.
"Evelyn, you look wonderful, honey."
"Oh, no I don't! I look awful. I really look terrible!"
"Now come on. You can't do much more than you have. You look very nice with your hair that way."
A bubble of frustration hit her squarely. She wanted to yell at her mother and tell her that she just didn't understand at all. That she just didn't understand how she felt inside.
How could she explain to her mother what it felt like to have a real date and be going out with a real boy. Someone that was considered okay by most of the girls.
There was no way that she could communicate her feelings and so she just kept her silence. She combed and brushed her hair again, and then put the ties in to form the pigtails.
She was always so subdued that she wanted to be something different. She didn't even own a bikini. She did what her mother wanted her to do most of the time, and her mother didn't approve of bikinis.
It wasn't that her mother made a big deal about it, but her mother liked the more sophisticated bathing suit line and Evelyn followed what her mother liked. She had purchased a one piece bathing suit that was lovely, but just wasn't very in this season.
She didn't dare say anything to mother. She wanted a two piece bathing suit, at least. It didn't even have to be a bikini. Just a two piece. But she hadn't bought it yet and so it was silly to think about it today.
In keeping with that attitude, she didn't say anything at all to her mother. She just fixed her hair and then put the comb down. She turned away from the mirror convinced that she was the ugliest girl this side of the moon.
She had everything packed, including the cake that she and her mother had made the night before. She was bursting with anticipation and dread. She didn't want anything to happen to make this a bad time.
She went into the living room to wait for Bobby. She was so happy that she was beginning to register some fear on her part. She was frightened of something going wrong and spoiling her one chance of happiness.
In her own, young way, she was exaggerating this one date to the point of making or breaking her entire adult life. She felt as though her happiness as a woman would depend on this one time.
However, something else was frightening her. She was frightened of herself. She was frightened that she might let him do something to her that she had never allowed anyone to do.
All through last night, she had dreamed about his arms and his cock. She knew what one looked like but she distorted it in her dream and he was carrying one around that was huge.
In her dream, he thrashed her with it and she wanted to lick it. She never felt that way before in a dream. In her dream she had gotten on his cock and held on while he swung her all around.
It had been big enough for her to hold onto and at that, with both arms wrapped around it. She was at once frightened and thrilled. She wanted something from his cock, but she didn't know what.
She felt something during her dream that felt like an orgasm, but she didn't remember the feeling entirely. She forced herself to forget about it. She didn't understand how she could enjoy something like that in a dream. After all, he hadn't put it into her while she was holding onto it.
Just the same, the dream and her reaction to it, disturbed her. She was really frightened about what she could do today. She didn't know anything about sex. All she knew was that she liked it when she kissed him.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by the front doorbell. She ran to get the door, but her mother was there with her.
"Hi, you must be Bobby. Come on in."
As her mother held the door for the boy, Evelyn wanted to die. She wanted to cringe and die and go under the carpet. How could her mother say something like that? How could she embarrass her?
She flushed immediately and tried to get Bobby out of her mother's reach. She went over and got the picnic basket. She was ready to go and she didn't want to wait any longer. She didn't want her mother to talk to him.
She didn't think her mother would force him away from her, but she wasn't sure of the situation herself and she didn't trust anything about it yet. She didn't trust herself.
"We better be going, then, Bobby."
"Sure. Wow, that looks like it's full of food."
"It sure is, Bobby. Evelyn baked that cake herself. The cake in the lunch."
"Mother! Please!"
Evelyn flushed anew and turned to her mother in a pleading way. She didn't want her to scare him off with this routine. She didn't want her mother sizing him up for her potential husband.
However, Evelyn was doing the same thing, herself. She was making more out of a date than need be. She was making more of it than she should. She wanted to have everything go just right.
Finally, she managed to get Bobby and herself out of the house. She was thrilled that he had a car. She didn't realize that they would have a car. That made it so much more official.
He put the stuff in the back of the car and she got in the car. She was more than thrilled during the ride. She wanted everyone to notice her driving in the car.
They found a spot at the beach that was something special to her. They went to the area by the cove. It was a part of the beach that was somewhat secluded. It was separated from the rest of the public beach and not that many people went there.
The reason for that was the water. It wasn't that wild. The waves were non-existent for the most part. Most of the people liked the waves of the ocean water. So, they stayed away from the cove.
On the weekend, however, many families with small children would come over, since the mothers worried less about the children in the calmer waters. It was kind of a drag then, but it was during the week now, and they didn't have that population.
They spread out the blanket that Evelyn had brought along and then they sat down. It was still kind of early so they didn't have anything to eat right away.
"How about a swim, Evelyn?"
"Okay. That would be fun."
She was pleased inside that she had done well on her swimming the year before. She wanted him to think that she was something special. She wanted him to think that she was worth something.
She stripped out of her beach cover-up and then ran towards the water. Bobby was right behind her. He was making sounds trying to be funny. He was trying to impress Evelyn.
She had no idea that he was trying to impress her so that she could like him. He wasn't a conceited boy. He didn't understand most of what girls did, but he didn't carry the conceit that many of the boys did.
He ran after her and jumped at her so that she screamed. She laughed and then darted out of the way. But he captured her and dragged her into the water. She thought about the way that she had fixed her hair just as he pushed her under the water.
They yelled and screamed and Evelyn had the time of her life. She had never had more time or attention paid to her before. She knew that she envied the girls with boyfriends at the beach, but now she knew just how much.
She was having such a wonderful time with him. She pushed him back and they bobbed up and down in the water. She could swim underwater rather well and she went under and pinched his foot. He yelled and then would not forgive her for frightening him. She would have to pay for what she had done to him.
They frolicked the morning away. They were so happy in the water that it was more than an hour before they decided to come on out for a little while and rest.
"Wow, I haven't had so much fun in all my life, Evey."
She was shocked that he called her by the name that her mother used with her. Only her girlfriends used her nickname. Her shortened name. She hadn't asked him to use the name with her and she was pleased with the familiarity.
She never did like her formal name. Somehow, Evey seemed somewhat less awful. She sat down on the blanket and Bobby was right next to her. He was very happy and he planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Oh, what's that for?"
"For nothing. For being you, that's all."
Her heart throbbed and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to react. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself, but she didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should kiss him back or not.
Instead, she giggled and went to the picnic basket. She had taken time to make the sandwiches and the cake. She was very proud of her cake. She liked sweets and she understood that every boy did, too.
"I can't wait to try that cake, Evey."
"I hope you like it. I like to cook, you see.
I enjoy it."
"That's great. We'd make a good pair. You like to cook and I like to eat."
He laughed after he said it, but he'd said it, nonetheless. She felt her heart throb uncontrollably. She didn't know what she should say. So, instead of saying anything, she just smiled at him.
The sandwiches were a big hit and Bobby went through the cake like a soldier on maneuvers. He managed to get through two pieces after having three sandwiches.
Then it was time for a siesta. They both lay side by side in the warm sun and Evelyn could not remember a time when she was happier. She was so thrilled by the entire day.
However, the sun worked its magic on her. She became sleepy and they both dozed lazily. The sun baked them, and as they dozed the dreams haunted each of them, as well.
Evelyn could not help thinking about the dream she had, and as they lay there, she daydreamed about what it was really like to have his cock like that. She tried to fight down the thoughts, but part of her wanted to think like that.
She wanted to know what his cock felt like and what it looked like and how it felt. She wanted to touch it and kiss it and feel it deep inside her. As a virgin, she knew something about fucking, but not very much.
Bobby, for his part, was thinking about the night before. He had never experienced the feeling that he had when he kissed her. He wasn't used to the violent body reaction from contact such as that. He remembered what he had done the night before when he thought about her. He remembered the intense pleasure that he had experienced when he had worked his hand over his own cock, making believe it was Evelyn.
Now he thought about it and he could feel his cock responding correctly, he was getting a hard-on. He was experiencing extreme pressure in his trunks. He wanted to fulfill hid desires concerning her.
He reached over and touched her arm. She didn't move. She feigned sleep. Evelyn wanted him to touch her as much as he wanted to touch her, but she didn't know how to go about admitting that to him.
Instead, she took the easy route out. She let him touch her while she "slept". She let him touch her arm and then her leg. He was rubbing his hands over her body and she loved the sensation of it.
He was so tempted to grab one of her tits in his hand. He wanted to push his tongue into her mouth and make her take it. He wanted to feel the fantastic things that he had the night before.
He bent over her and looked at her lying there. He wanted to kiss her and some how, he sensed that it would be all right. He put his lips on hers and kissed her gently.
Evelyn reacted in a violent manner. The dreams that she was having and the daydreams were too much for her. She put her arms around him and pulled him on top of her.
He was surprised, but he didn't pull away. He was hot and-he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to give it to her all the way, if he could.
He threw his body on top of hers and they kissed passionately. He was forcing his tongue into her mouth and she was accepting it. She held onto him and pressed her hands all over his body.
They broke from the kiss for a minute and she didn't think that she could look at him. She didn't know what to say to him or how to explain her actions. She didn't want to tell him that she was a virgin.
"I can't help it, Bobby, I just want to do this."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Evey. I do, too."
Then they just started up again. It was something that they could not control. Neither of the youngsters could control what they were doing. They were led by the forces deep within them.
It happened so naturally. Bobby was on top of her and he started to rub his body next to hers. He was rubbing his hard cock into her. He was thrusting just as if he were fucking her already.
She wanted to feel his cock next to her, but she had that damned one piece suit on and she couldn't manage. She was frustrated. She wanted him to do things to her, but she couldn't in that thing. She stopped kissing him for a moment and he looked at her.
"I can't feel anything in this thing. I want to take it off."
The question was in her eyes and he answered her with a kiss. He was hotter than she could imagine. She didn't know how hot the boy was. He watched as she removed the suit.
It peeled off like a second skin. She wasn't standing up, so that he didn't get the full effect of her nakedness, but he appreciated it, nonetheless. When she was naked, she lay back on the blanket.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
"I don't think so. But I'm glad that you do."
She was too hot to worry about romantic compliments. She wanted some action and she wanted it fast. She wanted all of it. She lay back and spread her legs wide open.
Bobby was more than anxious to fulfill his needs with Evelyn. She opened her legs a bit wider and he poked at her. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to feel what she had imagined in her dreams the night before.
She forgot all about being a virgin and the pristine qualities inherited from her mother. She wanted to be had. She wanted to be basic and to fulfill the needs gnawing at her body and her soul.
Bobby was more than just a bit excited. He had endured the frustration of the day before and he had experienced the joy of the wild masturbation episode that had occurred the night before.
Now he wanted to fulfill the desires that plagued him throughout the night. He was kissing Evelyn and thinking of how wonderful it would be to shove his throbbing cock into her tight pussy.
He had no idea that she was a virgin, however. He had no idea and had no design in approaching the subject. He didn't know anything about it. He had never had a virgin before.
"Gee, Evelyn, I want to do it to you so badly, you know?"
"I want to do it, too, Bobby. But, I'm a little scared."
"There's nothing to be scared of, Evey. Nothing."
He still didn't get the point, but he kissed her and pushed his body against hers a bit more. His cock was more than ready to do its work on her. He wanted to bury his stiff organ deep into her tight opening.
She was naked beneath him and the sun was burning their bodies. The need was as naked as they were. The beach by the cove was rather isolated at the time and there was no reason to delay on that account.
Bobby kissed her again, forcing his tongue deeply into her mouth. He was doing to her mouth what he wanted to do to her cunt. What he wanted to do to her was just to bury that thick cock in her pussy.
Evelyn felt the tip of his cock hovering near her crotch. She was fired from the dream that she had had and simply from the feeling in her. It was time for her to mature and experience her first time. She wanted it so very badly.
She closed her mind to the thoughts she felt concerning her mother and the appropriateness of her actions. She didn't give a damn about what she should and should not be doing. She just didn't care anymore.
She made up her mind that as she had peeled off the bathing suit, she had taken off the shroud of her fears, too. She wasn't going to be held back by what she was taught she should do.
She was emerging as a person. Her ego told her that she needed and wanted this boy and she was going to do what her desires dictated that she do. She was becoming a person in her own right. She didn't care about what she "must" do.
She just responded naturally, it was so "right."
This time, when Bobby pushed against her, his red cock penetrated her lips. Her pussy was well lubricated with her juices and he slipped against her clitoris, giving her immense pleasure.
"Oh, Bobby, that's wonderful!"
"I didn't really do anything, yet, Evey."
She gasped each time that he pushed his cock against her. She couldn't believe the feelings running throughout her body. She couldn't believe just how pleasurable this whole episode could actually be.
He was too hot to wait much longer. He wanted in. He wanted to shove it all the way in. Bobby was used to shoving his way into Debbie and having done with it. He didn't know that much about pleasing a girl.
He pushed with all his might and he slipped close, to her opening. He wanted to be there desperately. And he wanted her now. He didn't want to wait a moment longer.
He reached down himself and placed his cock inside the opening of her tight box. He moved his cock around until he had it placed just right and then he took his hand away.
He kissed her passionately and deeply. He had to penetrate her right now. He just had to get inside there. He was going to burst if he didn't do that. He really would go crazy if he didn't stab her with his hot, throbbing cock.
They were both breathing hard. The feeling of need was gnawing at both of them. He was not alone in his need. As he pressed his body against hers, Evelyn moaned.
She felt the strange sensation of his cock stretching her pussy and she didn't know what to do. She didn't feel any pain, but just the newness of the sensation. She didn't say anything to him then. She was too involved with what he was doing to her.
However, the boy began to push harder and faster. He was taken completely with the feeling around his cock. He didn't know that he was deflowering a virgin. He didn't appreciate the tightness all around his cock.
He pushed harder each time. He didn't understand the resistance that he was feeling, either. He merely pushed on, driven by the need to be deep inside her.
Evelyn began to feel her needs fulfilled. She started to know what a woman feels when she is taken by a man. The insane need and the desire to be impaled were so strong that she moved her hips upward, to meet his thrusts.
Bobby was thrilled when he felt the increased pressure all around his cock. He grunted and went wild. He could not hold off any longer. He rammed his cock into her pussy and though he didn't understand it, he rammed harder when he felt the resistance.
"Ow! Bobby, it hurts! Ow, stop!"
She suddenly felt the tearing sensation. She suddenly felt the somewhat pliable hymen tear and she screamed out in pain. It was a sharp pain, unlike any she had ever experienced.
But it was too late. Bobby couldn't stop. He didn't understand right away. He didn't understand why it should suddenly hurt her. She had been enjoying it just a moment ago.
"Bobby, please, I'm a virgin! It hurts!"
The words fell on his ears, but it took a few moments for him to comprehend what she was saying to him. He picked up his head, but he didn't stop pushing. He was moving automatically, without thinking about it.
But when the words finally did sink through to his consciousness, he stopped. He was through her hymen, however, when he stopped. His cock slipped all the way into her vagina.
Evelyn gasped at the sensation, but the pain was gone. She looked up at him and didn't know what to do or say to him. She didn't feel the pain and she wanted to keep going.
"I didn't know, Evey. Really, I didn't. I don't know what to say."
Then Evelyn felt foolish. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to go back to being the good one. She wanted to enjoy her life just as the others did. There was nothing wrong with that.
"That's okay. I didn't want to tell you. I don't know why."
"What should we do?"
"Oh, Bobby, I don't really want to stop. It doesn't hurt anymore."
But Bobby was nervous. He didn't like the idea of this. He figured that it was something special. He didn't want to hurt her, but he sure was horny. He could feel his cock throbbing wildly inside her tight channel.
He wanted to push all the way into her again and again. He wanted to make her feel his cock all the way up to her ears. He wanted to thrust all the way in and shoot her full of his cream.
"You're sure?"
"Oh, Bobby, sure I am. I want it, really, I do."
Bobby couldn't withstand anymore of it, anyway. He wanted to continue with the fucking. He didn't want to stop, and he moved slightly, he was a bit afraid of hurting her again.
But the movement had a wonderful effect on Evelyn. She felt the reactivation of her desire as the huge monster moved and spread her open wider and wider. She felt his cock move and she wanted all that she could get inside her.
The feeling grew and she moved her hips up and down. She had to get that wonderful sensation from his cock. She had to get the movement and the friction that she came to love.
"Oh, Bobby, it's great! Wow."
"Not as great as it is for me. Evey, you're fantastic!"
He kept pumping into her as they fucked steadily. Neither of them breathed at all. They were too engrossed in the pleasure that each was getting and giving. Each time that he stroked, she gasped with the pleasure that she felt.
They pumped against each other, unaware of anything else except the sheer ecstasy that they felt. The afternoon air was still, save for a breeze blowing off the cove intermittently, in each of them. Evelyn had never experienced this before, but she didn't take long to thrill to the entire sensation. She wanted all the feelings that he could give her.
She closed her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. She wasn't thinking of anything but coming. She felt her body build up to the point where she couldn't stop for anything.
"Oh, Bobby, it's getting better and better!"
"I know. It's wild. It's something else with you, Evey!"
He wasn't lying. The combination of his emotions and the fact that she was so tight all around his cock sent him to paradise. He was feeling something that he had never experienced in such intensity.
They went wild. They thrashed all over the blanket, humping wildly until the feeling mounted' to the peak. They were about to make it together. Again, that was something that Bobby had never experienced.
Evelyn gasped and felt the beginning of her first orgasm during .intercourse. She didn't believe the intense pleasure that she was experiencing. She didn't believe the wild joy that she felt.
She thrashed about underneath Bobby and clutched him tighter to herself. She reacted in a very primitive, basic way. She wouldn't stop moving. She had to get all the pleasure that she could from it.
"Bobby, I'm coming. I'm coming. Really!"
"Good. I can't hold out anymore, either!"
But Bobby had never clutched so tightly. He had never been squeezed so fiercely by a girl before. Her cunt was wild with the pleasure that he was giving her.
He couldn't withstand the strong contractions that she was having. She screamed out in ecstasy and squeezed even harder on his cock. Bobby yelped as she did. She was squeezing the come out of him.
Then the first splash of his come shot from him. He cried out and humped faster and deeper into her. It was all that he could do. He couldn't help the way that he was banging into her.
The shot of come made her go wild. She had never thought about this before. She had never thought about it at all. But now that she was experiencing it she didn't want to stop, ever.
They thrashed and humped each other until the feelings subsided. Evelyn could not believe how thrilling an experience it had been. Her mind was still fogged by the cloud of pleasure that she experienced.
She felt the sensation all the way out to her finger tips. Even as she slowed her movements and then finally stopped, the glow was with her still. It bathed her in delightful feelings.
Bobby came to rest on top of her. He didn't believe the feeling that he had experienced. He didn't believe that fucking could he that good. He just hadn't known before.
He thought back to all the times with Debbie and the girls before her. He did not know just how great it could be. He was so glad that Debbie hadn't waited for him the day before. Everything was so much better for him now.
They finally separated, but Evelyn didn't feel quite like putting her bathing suit on again. She pulled a towel over her and lay on her back. She looked into the hot afternoon sun and smiled.
When Bobby closed his hands over hers, she turned to him and knew that she was going to have a wonderful summer. She was waking up as a person. She was no longer "the friend of someone else". She was now herself, Evelyn, a pretty, warm and nice person. She was all right.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dick didn't know what to do when he got home. He felt so awful. He felt responsible for the trouble that they had gotten into. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know where Debbie lived.
He waited for some time and then, he decided to look in the phone book. He saw that there were several Marinos listed and he felt stupid. He should really forget about it.
After all, he didn't really know Debbie. He had picked her up on the beach and then, in a few hours, they were fucking. That wasn't the way that a good girl acted, was it?
But then, he found himself angry for thinking that way. He had been as responsible for what happened as she had been. That was the truth of it, and he really couldn't deny that.
However, he didn't know how to go about any of this. He didn't know what he should do about all of it. He figured that if she really wanted to get in touch with him, she could call him.
After all, she knew his name and his address. He was in the phone book. At least, his father was in the phone book. He was listed and she could get the number from the book.
He paced the house until his parents wanted to know what the matter was. He dodged their questions and parked himself in front of the television. He didn't want to go out, for fear of missing her phone call.
Close to ten o'clock, Dick was about to give up and go to bed. He didn't want to wait any longer. He was convinced that she had just wanted him for the time and that she didn't care about him as a person.
He got up from the television set. He hadn't been paying much attention to it to begin with. His mind was too occupied to even concentrate on anything. All he remembered were the commercials.
They had been loud and had demanded his attention. But, outside of that, he didn't even remember what shows he had been tuned to. He got up and walked out of the room.
He went up to his room and closed the door. There wasn't much else to do but go to sleep. He didn't know what else to do at all. He started to get undressed when he heard the phone ring.
He stopped moving as the ring stopped. Someone had answered the phone. He waited for something. Then he heard a knock on his door.
"Yes?"
"It's for you, Dick. A girl named Debbie."
"Oh, yeah!" He let out a nervous laugh as he walked past his mother. She was more than just a little confused by his reaction, but she didn't have time to ask him anything.
Dick was at the phone and then, he panicked. He didn't know what to ask her. He didn't know what to say.
"Hello."
"Dick? This is Debbie."
She was whispering. Dick didn't know what was going on, but he was more than just a little bit nervous. He didn't know where she was.
"Hey, is everything all right? Are you okay?"
"Oh, sure. It's just that I'm at home. My parents are very angry with me."
"Why?"
"Well, for being out late, that's why."
"It wasn't that late when we were. . .well, interrupted."
"Well, I. . .I ended up having to get home myself."
"What happened? I thought that he was going to take you home."
"Well, he was, but then, he had to go on another call and I had to take the bus."
"Oh, wow, Debbie. That must have been pretty bad. I mean, you didn't have anything else on, did you?"
"No, I never wear anything to the beach but my bikini. I felt awfully funny sitting on the bus in just a bikini. Everybody was looking at me."
Dick thought of the picture. He imagined Debbie in her scanty bikini on a bus full of conservatively dressed people. It was at once erotic and embarrassing. Debbie was counting on that reaction.
"That's terrible. How are you now?"
"Oh, all right. But that cop was awful to me. He, well, he wasn't a very nice person."
"I know. Do you think that he can get us in any more trouble?"
"No, Dick, I don't think so. I think that he was just trying to get us scared."
"Well, he made me want to hit him for the things that he said to you."
'That's very sweet, but he was just trying to give us a hard time, I bet."
Dick felt the" awkwardness flow out of him. He forgot about what he should say and the conversation got very normal. He didn't have to strain at all.
"I'm glad that you called, Debbie."
"You are?"
"Sure. I was worried about you."
"That's so nice. That makes me feel so good "I'm so glad that we met. Honestly, I am, Debbie.' "So am I, Dick."
"Can I see you tomorrow? At the beach?"
"Just the thought of it makes me squirm a little, Dick."
"Gee, I'm sorry. Look, that won't ever happen again. I promise. Not for my part."
"Look it wasn't anyone's fault, really. We didn't mean to get caught by that jerk who called the police."
"Look, maybe we can go for a picnic or something like that."
"Gee, okay. I'll see you tomorrow."
They made arrangements to meet in the late morning and go to the picnic grounds that were off the beach area. In all actuality, Debbie wasn't upset about being on the beach, but she wasn't sure about the police officer showing up again.
She still believed that she had done the seduction and that she was the femme fatale who had forced him to go against what he wanted to do. She had corrupted him in his chosen work.
Debbie wasn't sure that he wouldn't show up again to see if she was there. She was interested in making things cozier with Dick, however', and she wanted to get to know him better.
That night, she lay in her bed thinking about all the things that had happened to her that day. She had met a new boy. She had fucked him right on the beach and then, she had been accosted by that horny policeman. Of course, he couldn't help himself.
However, it had been the first older man she been with. It was the first time that she had been with a guy that old. It was something else for her to grind the way she did over his cock.
Her parents were angry with her when she got home. That part was true. She had gotten home rather late, and she asked Frank to drop her off around the corner from the house.
However, her mother had been extremely worried and when she said that she had been with Bobby, her mother cut her off.
"I happen to know that you were not with Bobby till this time."
"How do you know that?" She asked the question before she realized the obvious answer. Bobby he must have called.
"Because he called to find out if you were home. Where have you been? It is nine o'clock!"
"I was with some friends. I, well ... "
Debbie hesitated. She understood one thing. Her mother knew when she was lying to her. She figured that there was a better way of doing things.
"I met someone new. He's terrific. He is really something. I was with him."
"And Bobby doesn't know about it?"
"No, he doesn't. Was he mad?' "I don't know. He sounded a little bit worried. That was why I worried about you."
"I guess that I better call him"
Her mother was mollified by the half truth that Debbie had told her. She got her some supper and Debbie changed into her shortie pajamas. She still hadn't called Dick. And she wanted to.
"Well, perhaps you had better call Bobby. At least have the decency to let him know that you are all right."
But after she had gone up the stairs, she didn't want to call Bobby. She wanted to call Dick and talk to him. She was a bit in shock at what had happened, though she didn't appreciate it herself.
However, as she dialed his number, her mother came by and she had pretended that she was talking to someone. Namely Bobby. That was during the lull on the phone when Dick's mother had gone to get him.
She couldn't make another phone call after that one. She figured that she could call him in the morning. But she didn't really want to talk to him. She had no idea what she could say to him.
Debbie had dropped boys before. She felt awful for a total of about two hours and then, the new interest filled her thoughts so, that she couldn't think of anything else.
This time was no exception. She was totally involved with Dick. She thought about him during the night, before she felt asleep. She wanted to dream about the picnic that they were going on.
Debbie wasn't the type who delighted in making sandwiches and playing house frau for any male. However, she was infatuated enough with what she considered Dick's prestige to make some effort.
The lunch she prepared did not compare to a real picnic. She threw together some sandwiches and threw in some packaged cupcakes that her mother kept around the house for snacks.
A couple of cans of soda completed the "feast", and she considered her efforts to be maximum. In reality, this was her best effort. She felt so satisfied with herself. The only problem was how to meet him. Finally, she decided to be honest about it with her mother. She got the things together. Her mother would usually drop her off a the beach and Bobby would take her home.
"I'm going to meet this new guy, Mom. Would you like to meet him later on today?"
Her mother was taken with the honesty of the statement and fell directly into it. She could show no anger about her daughter's actions. She was offering her an opportunity to meet the young man.
That meant that Debbie was serious about him and that she wasn't trying to hide anything from her mother. She merely nodded and drove her to the beach. When she dropped her off, she tried to see if there was anyone waiting, but she couldn't and drove off.
Debbie hurried towards the parking lot where she had arranged to meet Dick. She was thrilled when she saw him standing next to a small car. She was thrilled to see him, but the car was really nice, too.
"Hi. How are you today."
"Oh, I'm just fine, Dick. Now that I'm with you."
She put on a little pout and he immediately responded correctly. He put his arm around her and cuddled her protectively. She smiled to herself, thinking that this relationship would be most compatible.
They walked over to the picnic area and spread out the blanket that he had brought. He had some towels with him, in case they wanted to go swimming later on.
He also had his binoculars with him. She was very impressed with them and he taught her how to use them. They had no idea that less than a mile away, Bobby and Evelyn were making it together on the lovely cove beach area.
They laughed and listened to his radio for a while. Then Dick became hungry and wanted to know what to tell her just yet.
Debbie produced the sandwiches. They were anemic looking. After all, she just never cooked, even for herself. She handed them to him and waited for his enthusiastic acceptance. He smiled at the baloney slices between the soft air-filled cottony white bread. He realized that she was more helpless than her had figured.
"Hey, those are great, but I have something
I want you to try."
He pulled a foil wrapped package from his bag. He spread the foil out and then open the inner package. Debbie couldn't believe her eyes.
"Wow, that's great. Where did you get the sandwiches."
"I made them."
"You made them?"
"Sure. I guess we didn't get to talk very much, yesterday, but cooking is something that I like to do."
"You really like to cook?"
"Well, my folks are really pretty different. They really do what other people talk about. They figured that I should know how to take care of myself. Cooking is part of self-sufficiency."
Debbie didn't know what to say. But she did recognized the feeling inside her that told her didn't want any part of her baloney sandwiches. She wanted the warm, delicious smelling concoction in the large club rolls.
"What's inside the bread?"
"Oh, well, its something like a Western omelet, but not exactly. It's more like a ratatouille held together with an egg."
"A what?"
"Oh, that's something like a vegetable stew. It's thick and delicious. I made it. It's really pretty easy. And then, I figured that I wanted to surprise you, so I put it together with some eggs and that's that."
Debbie was duly impressed. She took a bite and was even more impressed. She didn't realize just how much she enjoyed it until she found Dick watching her. He was smiling at her.
"Wow, you really do like it."
"Well, sure. It's really good."
She looked down and realized that she had eaten the entire sandwich. She laughed and then he started to eat his. They laughed at the baloney and she said that he could stay home and cook if they got married and she could go to work.
He said that he didn't mind anything like that. He could do anything, thanks to his parents, who had taught him how to do everything. He could take care of the entire house.
"I even know how to go shopping and plan menus. I can cook whole meals, too. It's really fun."
Debbie was embarrassed to say that she didn't like to cook. That she never did cook. She wanted Dick to be impressed with her. So, she lied to him and told him that she cooked, too. "It's just that I don't like making sandwiches. I like to make a whole meal, too.
I'm not used to making cold sandwiches.
She was so captivating a creature for him, that Dick nodded even though he figured that she was trying to cover for herself. He didn't intend to make her uncomfortable.
"Hey, maybe someday, we can do cooking together. That could be a lot of fun."
Then he politely changed the subject. He wanted her. He had been thinking about her during the night and he wanted her. He wanted her body, in the same way that they had shared it the day before.
The noon, sun baked the earth, but the trees and the water so close brought a cooling breeze their way. It was still during the week, and the place was not overly crowded.
They were very much alone on that part of the beach. Most of the families that came to the beach during the week spent time on the beach. The kids wanted to go in the water and that meant they had to be in the beach area. Swimming wasn't allowed in the picnic area. There were no life guards.
Debbie and Dick were close together on the blanket. They were shaded from the direct sun, but the temperature was warm enough to support the wearing of a bathing suit.
As usual, Debbie was wearing a bikini. She had several different kinds and she wore a different one today. She had worn her clothes, however, over the suit. She unzipped her shorts and took them off.
She was standing on the blanket and Dick was watching her. He was getting horny, just thinking about what had gone on the day before. He remembered the way she looked without anything on.
She threw her shorts on the other clothes and then started to untie the halter top that she was wearing. She had her halter bikini to go with it. She threw that on top of the shorts and then she sat down next to Dick.
"Do you like this bikini? It's one of the newer ones that I have."
"Yeah, it's great. You look great in anything, though, I bet."
"Oh, that's nice to say. I don't know. I'm not that pretty."
She got the response that she was looking for. He immediately contradicted her.
"What do you mean? You're really something! You're the prettiest girl that I've ever met. Honest."
She snuggled next to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. She was so pleased at the response that she had elicited from him. She rewarded him with the kiss and the minimal body contact.
But it was more than enough for Dick to get started on. He was beginning to feel the snake in his pants uncurl and come to life. He could feel the need in his groin as he touched her arm with his hands.
"I think you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Really."
Debbie couldn't resist that. She pressed herself up against him and let him touch her all over. He touched her legs and her back. He wasn't touching her vital parts just yet, however.
The sun was hot and the breeze was cool. The combination served to make them horny for each other. The time was right. The time and the feeling was right for the both of them. She melted. She came willingly. She let him kiss her, but it was Debbie who thrust her tongue into his mouth.
She wanted to feel that still stiff cock that she had felt the day before. She wanted to feel excited. She felt excited when he touched her. He made her feel like someone special.
Dick took his cues and rubbed his hands over her thighs. He rubbed across the bathing suit. He wanted to tear it off and thrust his fingers into her tight pussy but he didn't know how she would feel about it.
Debbie didn't allow him to wander in ignorance for very long. She wanted him as much, if not more than he wanted her. She pressed her body against his and especially into his crotch.
When Dick felt the pressure against his cock, he knew that he couldn't stand not touching her cunt. He pushed his hand under her bikini bottom and fumbled until he felt the curly hair.
He thrust his finger into the slit and rubbed up against her clitoris. She sighed and immediately opened her legs. She wanted him in her pussy more than he did. She wanted him all the way in.
"Ahh, Dick, that feels great."
"I want to do it, Debbie. How about you?"
"Yeah, I do, too."
This time, they didn't waste any movement. They weren't coy with each other nor did they try to influence each other. She merely wiggled out of her suit. Though she did feel a bit of discomfort at being naked in the open air, she realized that they were unlikely to be seen here. Dick undressed as quickly. He didn't wear his trunks this time. He had carried them with him in case they wanted to swim. He had his briefs underneath his pants.
Dick, however, was more cautious than Debbie. He pulled his pants down and then his briefs, but he didn't take them off, completely. He figured that he could perform as well with them in this array, and it offered better protection for the two of them in case of discovery. Debbie was about to take her top off, but he stopped her. He didn't know how to say it without reminding her of the awful incident of the day before, but he wanted to say it.
"Don't take it all off. It could be ugly if someone saw us again."
"Oh, come on, that officer isn't going to bother us again."
"Hey, you can't tell. It might mean trouble if he was the one who caught us. He was pretty mean."
Debbie tried to be nonchalant about the entire incident. She didn't actually want to tell him that she had everything sewed up with him, but she didn't want him to hold back in his fucking.
"Oh, just don't worry about him. He won't come here. He promised that he wouldn't."
"He what?"
"Oh, well, he let down later on and said that he just liked to scare kids. That's why he did it."
Dick started to lose his erection. He was getting involved in what she was talking about. She felt it and immediately changed the subject.
"Look, I want to fuck. I don't want to talk about anything terrible. Come on, Dick." She pouted sufficiently for him to realize that he had been wrong and he quickly went back to making love. She rubbed her hands across his cock and when she felt the hard meat grow stiffer, yet, she was pleased.
"You make me horny, Dick. You really do."
She kissed him deeply and he completely forgot about any policeman playing games with them. He forgot about anything but sticking her right up the cunt with his hard cock.
"I've just got to have you, Debbie. I have to do it and soon."
"You do it now. We can fuck all afternoon, if you want."
The erotic image came into his mind and since he was excited to begin with he became uncontrollable. He began to breath hard as he pressed his naked cock into her warm and moistening pussy.
He pressed the blunt end into her hairy patch and the slit parted into a larger opening. He felt his cock slip against the deliciously warm and moist parts of her cunt.
However, there was a target point for his actions. He wanted to spear her cunt. He wanted to stick his cock right into her hole and make her scream until he pumped his cream into her.
He didn't think about anything else. Being sixteen, with a stiff cock wasn't easy. He wanted to be cool, but he couldn't. He couldn't think of anything but her hot, wet cunt squeezing all around his cock.
She had done it the day before and he wanted to feel it now. He wanted to know what it was like to have her suck him off again, with her cunt. He didn't believe how wild her box was.
He rolled on top of her now and she opened her legs easily. She wanted to have him inside her. She didn't protest at all. In fact, she helped him get it in.
She lowered her hand and pressed the tip of his cock into the opening she made accessible by spreading her pussy lips. She spread her lips and fitted him up against the hot, wet, opening.
Dick felt her help and he went mad with desire. He had to pump into her. He thrust into her pussy and felt the very tip sink into her tightness. He grunted with the extreme pleasure that he was feeling and began to fuck her steadily.
He thrust at her every other moment. He was pulling out to get some leverage but he didn't lose a moment in seeking entrance to her magic box. She had so many wonderful pleasures for him that day.
He was thrusting on top of her, driving his cock deeper into her cunt. Each time that he thrust into her, he succeeded in gaining another inch of her cunt. He wanted every bit she had to give him.
As he sunk more of his cock into her, Debbie climbed higher in her own passion. She found it hard to believe that any boy's cock would be so great. She had experienced Frank's thick cock the night before and it had been wonderful.
She knew that she could never forget fucking with Frank, but somehow, this time with Dick was even better. She was thrilling to the way that he touched her skin. She didn't know what to make of it.
This was something different even for Debbie. She was used to fucking just for the sheer fun of it. She wasn't involved with the boys that she dated. She was usually interested in them for what they could give her in the way of prestige.
Dick was somewhat different for her. He was different from the other boys she had fucked with. He was capable of thrilling her by merely touching her arm. He didn't have to be touching her pussy for her to feel good.
However, she was totally taken with the driving fucking that they were sharing. His cock was fat and it filled her young pussy completely. Frank's cock, the night before had been more than she would have expected.
Dick rammed his cock into her and she saw the stars that everyone talked about. She felt the shivers go up her spine and she jerked all over his prick, she couldn't get enough of it.
"I have to have all of it, Dick. Come on!"
She was really far gone and they had only just begun to fuck. Dick, however, was not counting the minutes and he slammed his cock deeper into her. He wanted to give her all the prick that he had for her.
Finally, his balls slapped against her ass and she knew that he was completely inside her. She was groaning as he rammed his stiff organ into her all the way.
Her young pussy was spread out over his cock, but she squeezed him more than she had the day before. Then she had been a stranger to him. Now she wanted all she could give and all she could get.
The boy felt her tight pussy contract over his large, swollen organ and he went mad. He didn't breathe at all. He held his breath in an effort to fuck her right away.
He was concentrating his energy on making her come. He wanted to feel her cream all over his cock. Then he was going to ram her until he burst inside her hot cunt.
Debbie was going wild. She couldn't take much of this. She was so psyched up at being here with Dick. She knew that she wanted him, but he turned her on so very much that she merely wanted to get off right that moment.
She humped her ass all over the place. She was writhing underneath him. Her own pleasure was important to her. She wanted him so that she didn't do anything extraneous.
That is, she didn't stroke him or touch him for his pleasure. She merely fucked with him. She moved her cunt all over his cock, tightening it when she wanted more pleasure for herself.
They slammed at each other, and Dick was the first one to show signs of not lasting. He couldn't take the intensity of emotion as well as the fantastic feeling all around his cock. It was more than any young man could stand.
She clenched her fists and tightened her cunt over his cock and then, as Dick tried to hold off, she felt her own orgasm coming. She didn't realize the problem at first and increased her movements.
"No, Debbie. I'm going to come! I can't help it!"
"I can't either!"
Her teeth were clenched as she worked her body against her partner's. She wanted as much cock as she could get. But she didn't estimate his condition correctly and as she worked towards her burst of pleasure, he beat her to the punch.
"Ahh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She felt the gush of come shoot into her pussy. The cream filled her cunt completely. Each time that he stabbed her again, some of the cream would be forced out, wetting her thighs and her ass.
But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but getting off. She had to do it and do it now. She was desperate to get off on his cock. Now that he was spewing his come into her, that was all the better.
The feeling stole up on her and then, before she realized what was going on, she was coming. She was wetting his cock with her cream. Their juices were mingling in her hot, convulsing pussy.
Debbie didn't say anything as she came. He merely forced him to move with her hands clamped tightly at his hips. She didn't want him to stop moving. She couldn't have taken that.
They heaved together on the blanket and finished their orgasms together. Dick and Debbie were so tired as the intense waves of pleasure broke into smaller rivulets of warmth that they gasped for breath for several minutes after if was all done.
The tingling sensation went all the way out to their extremities. They were gone for the time being. There was nothing else that they could give each other at the moment.
Dick pulled himself off Debbie. His cock was still hard and she looked at it with considerable greed in her heart. She imagined it when he had rested for a little while.
She was thinking of where she would like it next. The breeze was blowing across the both of them and all she could think of was what they could do next. She was becoming insatiable for his cock.
She reached over and swiped at his cock with her tongue. Even though it was fading. Dick felt he pleasure and he winced. It was something that was exquisite for him. He looked at her and marveled at this girl that he had found only yesterday.
They settled against each other, covered partially by the blanket and one of the towels they had brought. It was wonderful to be outside on a day such as that and he turned to kiss her lightly on the forehead.
However, he could think of nothing else either. He wanted her again. They were touched with electricity. They needed each other and they both knew it. It was so great to be next to her. As he felt the breeze whisper past them, he found himself thinking about all the great places that they could go and all the things that they could do. He was truly taken with her.
Debbie, however, was thinking of all the wonderful things that they could do when they fucked. She was beginning to think that this would be the greatest summer of her life. It was going to be something else. Somehow, the beach held a different and nicer feeling for her. Dick was there.
