"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed into Dave's mouth as they continued kissing.

Now, with his finger sliding through the wet and slippery folds of her cunt, Dave was blasting off with lust.

He'd gotten a lot of practice during the summer, and he was an expert finger-fucker. Moving along the drooling gash of Sally's cunt, his middle finger crept farther and farther into it. When he was up to the first knuckle in her simmering pussy, he moved his fingertip to her clit. He gave her clit a tickle, then slid his finger back into her cunthole.

Dave manipulated Sally's cunt as though he were a musician. He could raise and lower her soft moaning at will. The faster he wiggled his finger in her pussy, the higher her moan became.

His prick was still trapped in his pants where it throbbed and twitched desperately. Dave took his finger from Sally's cunt and his hand from her undies.

"Don't stop," she whined. "Dave!"

He was changing the rules of their old game. Dave reached for his jeans.

Sally pulled away from him.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

Dave didn't answer. It was plain enough that he was opening his pants. As he pulled down his zipper, he watched Sally. She looked beautiful with her tits protruding from her opened blouse and her pants pulled down. He saw the shape of her pubic triangle through the sheer material of her panties.

"Dave!" Sally gasped.

As quickly as he could, Dave pulled down his pants, dragging his shorts down at the same time. Suddenly, his big, hard cock leaped into view. It reached out from his crotch, its bloated head shining and glowing pinkish-purple.

"Ohhhhh!" Sally gasped as she gazed at his prick.

Dave hoped that once Sally saw his monster prick, she would change her mind about fucking him!

Now the girl merely stared with her eyes bulging. Her mouth opened in amazement.