Finally, after what seemed like forever, Neil jerked his hips upward and came,spurting wave after wave of hot, salty sperm into her mouth. She struggled toswallow it as ordered, her throat working frantically, but some of it leakedinto her windpipe, causing her to cough. A wad of sperm was sent up into hernasal passages, and dribbled out of her nose. When she finally pulled hersweaty face up off of Neil’s now flaccid cock, there was sperm trailing out ofher mouth and nose, leaving a long strand connected to Neil’s penis. Her asswas bright red and shiny where Sharon had been spanking.

"Smile," Gary called over. Dazed, Stacy moved her head to the right - pullingthe strand of sperm along with her - just as Gary snapped a picturecommemorating the event.

That was NUMBER ONE.

The blue Plymouth Valiant drove steadily through the mostly deserted nightstreets of Bakersville, its headlights cutting a swath through the surroundingdarkness. Inside, Barry Packard could barely believe his luck. He snuck aglance to his right, trying not to be too obvious about it. Sitting beside him,in the passenger seat, was - unbelievably - Stacy Richards, easily the mostbeautiful girl in school (in Barry’s opinion). She sat quietly, staringstraight ahead through the front window as the car rolled along, her perfectfeatures lit intermittently by the passing street lights. She had seemed alittle quiet and nervous the entire evening, leading Barry to worry that shewas bored or unhappy with him - Barry was neither confident nor particularlysuccessful with girls - but when he had apologised and offered to take herhome, she had insisted that she was having a good time, and didn’t want to gohome.

In fact, it had been her idea that they head down to the beach. THE BEACH! Thatwas the prime "make-out" spot for the teenagers of Bakersville. On any givennight, there would usually be at least a handful of cars parked alongside thelong dirt road which traced the coastline to the south of the town. Barry hadnever dreamed that one day he would be taking Stacy Richards there (actually,he had "dreamed" about it several times; he had just never imagined that itwould really happen).

Barry steered the car off the paved section of the street and onto the bumpierdirt road which ran alongside the beach. In reality, Barry had never expectedthat he would ever go on a date with Stacy. Her kind was usually reserved forthe star of the football team, or some other equivalent sports hero, and eventhen only for the duration of his fame. Barry, on the other hand, was asecond-string lineman, only put into the game when the result was no longer indoubt. In fact, he really didn’t even like football. He was certainly notparticularly ugly or unpopular, but girls like Stacy were usually so far abovehis particular level in the school social strata that he could only dream ofgoing out with her. It had been a matter of pride with Barry that he hadgathered the nerve to ask her out last summer, and although she had turned himdown at the time, she had been less cruel about it than she could have been.Still, he had been more than a little surprised when Stacy had called him uplast week and suggested a Saturday-night date.

He had even half-expected that it would all turn out to be some kind of a joke,but when he had arrived at her house to pick her up, she had indeed beenwaiting for him, a vision of beauty in her short skirt and light blouse. Shehadn’t seemed overly friendly or talkative, but Barry didn’t know enough abouther to know whether or not this was her usual behaviour. Still, the movie anddinner had gone off OK, and, of course, it had been her suggestion that theydrive down to the beach afterwards. Even as he drove along the beach road,Barry still couldn’t believe it. His cock bulged pleasurably in his pants as hesteered the car around a bend in the road.

"How about here?" he asked, trying, but not quite succeeding, to sound casual.His voice was hoarse and dry. He had picked a fairly popular spot about half amile along the road; there was another car parked a couple of hundred yardsaway.

Stacy shook her head, her blonde hair shimmering in the starlight. "Furtheralong," she said quietly.

Barry shrugged and drove the car further along the road, passing through andthen leaving behind all of the more popular and well-used spots. The road wasalmost deserted, which was unusual for a Saturday night, but the weather hadbeen turning a little cold lately. In fact, Barry had seen Stacy shivering alittle earlier while they had been walking out of the restaurant. He had notedthat she was dressed quite lightly for November. Even this far south, theweather began to cool down by this time of the year.

Twenty minutes later, Barry had parked the car in a suitably secluded spot;there had been no one else on the road for the last three miles. The night fellbriefly silent as the car engine was shut off, but the sound of the breakerscrashing against the shoreline quickly became apparent as the two teenagers satfor a few moments in awkward silence. Barry was too nervous to start anything,and Stacy just sat there, staring out over the dark, black water.

Barry could take it no longer. "Well…" He started to say something, but wasinterrupted by the feel of Stacy’s hand against his. His throat constricted andhis heart skipped a beat as she slid across the seat and wrapped her arm overhis shoulder. She put her hand on his face and turned it towards her. She wasso beautiful in the starlight!

"K-kiss me," she whispered, her voice shaking. She sounded curiously reluctant,almost frightened. Barry, however, didn’t notice and probably wouldn’t havecared if he had noticed. This was a dream come true. He pulled her slim bodytowards himself on the car seat and crushed his mouth to hers. After a briefhesitation, her lips parted, allowing him to slip his tongue into her waitingmouth. She wasn’t kissing him back, though; she merely accepted his advancespassively as she sat beside him on the car seat. Barry, sensing her reticence,pulled away, breaking the kiss.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, short of breath. Stacy bit her lower lip beforeanswering. In the light, it looked to Barry as if she was about to cry, but shejust shook her head. Satisfied, Barry leaned forward again. This time, sheparticipated, crushing her lips against his and moving her tongue around inresponse to his advances. Soon, the two teenagers were necking vigorously inthe front seat of the car as the windows began to steam up.

A few moments later, Barry felt Stacy touch his hand and then guide it slowlyto her breasts. He responded by squeezing and fondling them through the thinfabric of her blouse. Barry could barely believe what was happening! Daringly,he pulled open the buttons on her blouse; a couple of buttons broke free andfell to the seat, but Barry didn’t notice. Stacy didn’t react. He slipped hishand in and under her bra, cupping her breast. He half-expected her to put ahalt to it, but she just continued kissing him. Gaining confidence, he reachedaround with his other hand and unclipped the back of the bra. It fell awayunder her unbuttoned blouse, leaving her breasts almost fully exposed to hishands and eyes. Stacy tensed, but did not object or pull away.

Instead, she reached down and ran her fingers along the now-conspicuous bulgein his jeans. Barry gasped; could this really be happening? He pulled back andlooked over at Stacy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open; sheseemed to be breathing hard, but it was difficult for Barry to tell in the weakstarlight. All he could see were her breasts rising and falling beneath theopen blouse. Misgivings aside, he reached forward and began playing with thosebreasts, alternately squeezing them and then tweaking the nipples. Stacy gaspedat this, but did not open her eyes.