The next morning, Dave woke up thinking about Sally. He usually called her on Friday and went to see her, on Saturday. But he hadn't called because he had gone to the party with Joyce.
Now it was almost twelve hours since he had fucked the woman at the party, and he was horny. So it was time to call Sally.
But before he climbed out of bed, his mother called him to the telephone.
He went to the phone hoping it was Joyce. He imagined her forgiving him for the night before. Then he thought it might be Miss Lange. Maybe she was horny and wanted to fuck him again. But when he said hello, it was Sally's voice on the other end of the line.
"Why didn't you call yesterday?" she asked. "If you've found another girl, you could at least let me know rather than just forgetting about me."
"I haven't found another girl," Dave said. "I was going to see you today."
"Oh, you were going to come over without even telling me," she said. "You're taking me for granted now, are you? Well, what if you came all the way over and I wasn't home. What if I had another boy friend?"
"Do you?" Dave asked.
"No, but I don't want to be taken for granted," Sally said.
"Okay, okay, I won't take you for granted. Are your parents going out this afternoon?"
Sally said that they were, and Dave said he'd be there.
Fucking Sally was getting to be a necessary, but bothersome, business. Nevertheless, Dave was eager for her luscious body as he traveled to her house on the bus.
Sally's parents were gone by the time Dave arrived. It was all clear, right to her sweet pussy.
"I was just finishing lunch," Sally said as Dave kissed her hello.
"Mmmmmm, I can taste peanut butter on your mouth," he said. "Can I have a sandwich?"
"Sure," she said. "I'll make you one. Then we'll go to bed, okay?"
"Okay," Dave said as he sat at the kitchen table and watched Sally's cute ass wiggle about as she made him a sandwich.
As he ate, Sally stood behind him with her arms draped over his shoulders and her head resting on tap of his.
"Do you mind sitting down?" he asked. "You're beginning to feel like one of those things Arabs wear."
Sally stood up. She had been draped over him, she realized. But she hadn't seen him all week and she wanted to hold him.
"Dave! That's not a very nice thing to say."
"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that it's hard to chew when someone's lying on top of your head."
Dave hated the thought of a fight between them – at least if it meant not fucking. He knew he was being a bastard. But Sally had called him this time.
She pulled a chair up to his and sat facing him. Leaning forward, she put her hands on his thighs and began stroking them. Her eyes were fastened to the growing bulge in Dave's jeans.
Dave thought how much the girl had changed since their first fuck. She never used to let him fuck her, and she used to be so coy. Dave had nearly gone out of his mind last summer. But he couldn't hold that against her. Now that he was fucking his brains out, he felt sorry for the girl. He finished his sandwich, stood up, and led her to her room.
"Okay," he said. "Let's fuck!"
Sally smiled like a kid who'd been handed an ice-cream cone. She began to strip.
Although Dave had fucked several chicks, Sally still had the nicest body of any of them. She undressed quickly. Then she ran to Dave, her big tits hopping up and down, and helped his undress.
She pulled his pants down, waited on her knees until he stepped out of them, then put them aside. Then she took his shorts down and again waited for him to step out of them. Now she had his stiff prick bobbing at her face.
Dave looked down at Sally. He could almost feel her gaze on his prick, and he noticed how wide her eyes had become as she stared at it.
"Oh, Dave!" she gasped.
She lifted one hand and wrapped it around his thick cockshaft. Then her eyes closed and her face moved forward. Turning her face from side to side, she rubbed his cockhead all over her face as though it were a power-puff.
Dave's prick twitched mightily in Sally's grasp. He watched her move his cockhead all over her smooth pink complexion.
Finally, she held his prick at her mouth like a microphone. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked it.
Dave's body trembled slightly as her soft tongue wiped around his fat cock-knob. He put his hands on her head, stroking her soft hair, then he gently pulled her face forward. Sally took the hint. She opened her mouth and took his cock into it.
"Ohhhhhh!" Dave sighed as his pricktip lodged in her hot mouth.
Sally seemed at a loss now, though. She didn't seem to know what to do with the prick in her mouth. Obviously, this was her first experience sucking cock.
As he stood trembling, Dave let Sally discover the joys of sucking. Her tongue began to wiggle beneath his prick. Then she moved her head back and forth just enough to get his prick sliding slightly.
It was fun to have this chick learn how to suck his prick as he looked down at her, seeing her mouth stretched around his cockshaft.
Dave felt her mouth drawn tightly around his prick as though she were sucking Coke through a straw. That wouldn't do either of them any good. So Dave spread his hands on the sides of the girl's head and moved it back and forth.
Now his prick was sliding over her tongue, reaching back to her tonsils and withdrawing until her teeth scraped the ridge around his cockhead.
Moving her head slowly in front of his crotch, Dave fucked her mouth for a long time without coming. But he was enjoying himself tremendously!
Sally reached around his hips and grabbed the muscular cheeks of his ass. She was moving her face back and forth by herself now; Dave was merely running his fingers through her long hair.
The view from above was nice, but Dave grew tired of it. There must be a more interesting way to do this, he thought. Besides, he was tired of standing.
"Let's move to the bed," he said.
Sally took her mouth from his prick and stood up. He went to the bed and hopped on. Sally followed.
Dave's eyes were fastened on her triangle of pubic hair. His old lust for, her cunt returned. He wanted to eat her. Maybe they could eat each other at the same time!
As Sally climbed onto the bed, Dave grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it toward his face. Sally seemed to understand what he wanted. She lay down with her crotch at Dave's face and her head at his prick. They lay on their sides, facing each other's crotch.
Sally moved closer, touching Dave's belly with her tits and taking his prick into her mouth again.
"Mmmmmmm," she hummed in delight as she resumed sucking.
The girl's pussy lay in front of Dave's face. He could smell the faint odor of her juice. But her cunthole was still hidden between her closed thighs. Dave reached for her cunt and ran his fingers through her curly hair. His fingertips led the way toward her cunthole as he pressed his hand between her thighs. Sally lifted one thigh, opening the way for him. And Dave felt his way to the soft, moist lips of her cunt.
But it wasn't his fingers that he wanted to get into her pussy. That would just remind him of their summer of horniness. So he lifted her upper thigh until her crotch was wide open. Now he had her cunt spread like a sliced melon in front of him.
He looked at her pussy slot. Her clit protruded from it, and farther back, her inner cuntlips were sticking out like folds of pink silk.
Having seen enough, Dave moved his head between her thighs. He rested the side of his face on one thigh and pulled her other leg over his body.
Sticking his face into a wet cunt was wild, but having his prick sucked at the same time made it seem like heaven.
The hot air around Sally's cunt was heavy with the funky smell of her pussyjuice. As Dave brought his mouth to her pussy, that smell intoxicated him!
Sally moaned on his prick as he stuck his tongue into the soft creases of her pussy.
The only other time Dave had lapped a cunt, in Miss Lange's classroom, he had had his head the other way round, with his chin at her ass and his eyes peeking over her belly. But in this sixty-nine position with Sally, his eyes stared at the bottoms of her asscheeks. Between them he could see the puckered entrance to her ass.
Dave moved his tongue around her salty cunthole, then dipped into her pussy. As Sally's hips began to squirm, Dave remembered that. Miss Lange had complimented him on his cunt-lapping technique.
So Dave began giving Sally the full treatment. He used the pointy tip of his tongue, then the flat part of it to lick and probe every corner and crevice of her pussy.
Then Dave concentrated on his prick and the way Sally was sucking it. He realized that her mouth was now upside-down, so to speak, her tongue resting on the top of his prickhead. But she was doing a good job, bringing him higher and higher into the realm of passion!
She had taken his balls in her hand, and Dave liked the way she held them tightly.
By this time Dave's orgasm was in sight. He was ready to sprint to the finish. But should he get plugged into Sally's cunt first? She might not want him to come in her mouth.
Dave took his face from Sally's crotch. As the juice on his face began to cool, he wiped it off with the back of his hand.
"Let me fuck you," he said.
With her mouth still wrapped around his prick, Sally nodded. Then she took her mouth from his prick and lay back with her legs spread. Dave climbed aboard. Her cunt, after his cunt lapping, was a slippery swamp. All he had to do was bring his prick to it, and it seemed to swim right in.
"Ahhhhh!" Sally cried as she lifted her head and shoulders slightly in reaction to the invasion of her cunt.
Dave realized now that Sally's cunt was tighter than the others he'd fucked Sally's pussy squeezed his cock, pressing its soft walls firmly against it.
When he began pumping, Sally joined in, thrusting her hips to the rhythm. He had always been a good dancer, Dave remembered, and that seemed to help in fucking, too.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, God! I'd almost forgotten how good it felt!"
With her lithe body moving under his, Dave felt glad she was still his girl. Even though it had taken a long time to fuck her, she had turned out to be a hot chick.
"Aaaaaah!" Sally screamed.
Dave felt her cunt spasming on his cock. The irregular grasps of her cunt on his prick set off his orgasm.
"Uh," he groaned as his brain lit up like a pinball machine.
The kids fucked with all their might as their orgasmed raged. Only in the blind heat of sexual ecstasy could two bodies jerk and writhe as they did now. The bed creaked and rocked as they fought for every last spark of pleasure.
The next thing Dave knew, he was lying on Sally's limp body, gasping for breath. Sally's tits were heaving, lifting him like an ocean swell.
"Oh, Dave. I love fucking you so much!"
"I love fucking you too," he said.
They lay in bed as the sun shone through the window. Before long, they were fucking again. When they stopped, the sunny spot at the foot of the bed had crept up to shine in their eyes.
They didn't get out of bed until they heard Sally's parents drive up the driveway. Then they dressed and rushed out to help her parents carry in some groceries. Dave stayed for dinner, as usual. Then he and Sally went to the movies, also as usual.
Dave seemed to be getting into a rut. But as long as he was getting into Sally's sweet cunt too, he didn't mind too much.