Tracy got a lift from her high school chums to her family's house on Hyacinth Lane. The boys in the old jalopy tried joking with her, but she was in no mood for it. She was very much into her own thoughts.
"S'long guys and thanks," she called as she walked up the flagstone path to the door of the big white house with the green shutters. She shouted hello to her mother and bounced up the stairs to her room.
"All this talk about sex has started to get to me," Tracy said to herself. "Darn it all, it seems to be taking over my life. But I'm no different from the other girls. I guess it's just part of growing up. I wonder if Lo had the same preoccupation with her body before she and Hum began to fuck. I'll have to ask her."
Tracy began to change from her school clothes into her knockabouts. She pulled a shirt and jeans from her closet but, before putting them on, she considered her budding figure in the full length mirror on the closet door.
"I'm not as big as Jessica but I've a darn good figure anyway," she said to herself. She unclasped her bra and played with her nipples. They stiffened right away and she turned to look at them in profile. They poked right out there. Not a bit of droop. She jumped up and down to consider the jiggle factor. Not much doing. "Darn it." Then she rolled her cotton panties down, just far enough to expose the frizzy tufted mound. With her index fingers, she spread her little love lips.
"It gets so wet, darn it all. It's all that talk about sex that does it to me. I just can't help it."
She looked closer at her spread lips. The goo made the lips all sticky and her clit was absolutely coated with it. With her index finger, she rubbed the little protuberance.
"Golly, that feels good."
Impulsively, Tracy sat on the floor and spread her legs. She leaned back on one arm and her other hand went to explore her sex. She rubbed the hood of her little clit with one finger. She didn't touch the clit itself; that was too sensitive. Faster and faster her finger fretted at the bud of her clit. It reddened and swelled as she frigged it.
She thought about Hum and Lo. She thought about Lo sucking on Hum's cock. She imagined the thick cock going into Lo's mouth. She thought the next door neighbor, Charlie Robbins. She wondered if Mrs. Robbins sucked Charlie's cock.
Her fantasy expanded. She thought of herself with a cock in her mouth. Her finger was moving so fast on her clit that the motion appeared blurred in the mirror. Faster and faster. Then, her feelings peaked. Her body shuddered with the pleasure of her climax.
As soon as it was over, she matter-of-factly put on her clothes and went downstairs to see if her mother wanted her to do any errands. If she went outside and hung around, she might get a chance to see Charlie Robbins when he came home from work. Darn it, it was time she got Charlie to make his move on her.
When Charlie guided his little Japanese gas-saver into his drive way that evening, he had no idea he was entering a tender trap. And when Tracy waved and skipped across the lawn that separated their two houses, he had no hint of the fact that he was being set up.
"Hi, Mr. Robbins," she trilled.
"Hi, Trace, what's shakin'?"
Charlie noticed that her blouse was open three buttons down from the collar. For the past three years, he had watched Tracy blossom into late girlhood. Charlie tried to be casual about it but it wasn't easy for him to keep his hands off Tracy. The ever-present Mrs. Robbins was a big help. But Tracy was no help at all. She was a tease and all of Charlie's sensors went on full alert whenever she was around. Like now. With her meeting him on his driveway.
"Listen," she said. "I have to look up some stuff in your encyclopedia for Geography. Would that be okay? What would be a good time for you?"
Charlie screwed up his face to indicate deep thought.
"Can't be tonight," he said. "How about tomorrow morning? Come by around ten-thirty okay?"
Charlie had quickly established in his mind that the next day was Saturday and that Millie would be visiting her mother over in West Pisky. She'd be leaving at around ten a.m. and not returning for at least three hours. Hot damn. The little tease from next door didn't know it but she was walking into a trap.
"Okay. Ten-thirty then."
Promptly at ten-thirty the following morning, Tracy rang Robbins' front door bell. Her arms were full of school books to make a nice show of scholarship. This was not the first time Tracy had used the Robbins' library and when Charlie opened the door, she knew just where to go. Charlie kept Britannica in his bedroom, handily alongside the kingsized bed.
Tracy eased her cute bottom onto the soft innerspring and Charlie sat alongside at her left.
"Okay, what are we into?" Charlie asked.
"Geography," Tracy said. "Miss Flintson gave us a bunch of map coordinates and we have to look up where on Earth they are. Listen, I hope this isn't putting you out or anything. If I'm in the way, just say so."
"Naw, not a bit of it. Didn't have a thing to do this morning. I guess we'll need the big atlas for your project."
Charlie took it from the bookcase and opened it across both of their laps.
"Let's see that list of coordinates," said helpful Charlie.
He took the list from her hand and laid back on the bed. He immediately saw that she had screwed up the assignment. Miss Flintson had given a list of places and the students were to fill in the coordinates. He explained this to Tracy who plain didn't give a shit about the assignment but listened anyway.
"Bonn. That's West Germany," said knowledgeable Charlie, reading from the top.
"Uh-huh," said Tracy who began to page the atlas. She began turning the pages with her left hand. As her hand went from right to left, her knuckles grazed the front of Charlie's pants. Lying back in relaxed fashion, he enjoyed the sensation. His cock tingled and he could feel the blood racing to his crotch.
Tracy had a interesting technique in getting to West Germany. Instead of going directly to Bonn, she turned one page at a time. By the time she reached Canada, Charlie had a specific hard-on – not a big throbber but a definite bulge. Onward went the search for Bonn. Onward went Tracy's knuckles grazing the front of Charlie's double-knit trousers.
By the time Tracy reached Japan, Charlie was entering a euphoric state. Whatever plans he had for the morning did not anticipate what was actually taking place. And he didn't mind at all.
Charlie reached up and put his hand on her shoulder. She turned and smiled and then went back to paging through the atlas. He ran his hand down her back and felt her bra straps through her thin cotton blouse. He put his hand on her hip and stroked it lightly. She kept turning pages.
He began to anticipate when her hand would graze the front of his pants. As she did, he thrust up slightly, meeting her touch with a little motion of his own. Atlas-wise, they were in Mongolia and moving slowly ahead. Charlie continued stroking Tracy's hip. With his other hand, he reached down and rubbed his bloating cock through his trousers.
"I love it when you touch me here," he said. "Do it more."
There was no longer any reason to pretend that her touch was accidental. He took her little hand in his and placed it over his swollen prick. He pressed her hand down against it and rubbed it up and down.
"That's it," he moaned. "That's it." He took his hand from hers and she continued to rub. "Yes… yes," he moaned.
She studied his crotch, fascinated by hard lump that seemed to bulge and grow. He continued to stroke her hip and the feeling of her body under his touch excited him more and more. His cock was now so hard that she could see the definite shape of it through his trousers. She was able to wrap her fingers around it and squeeze the shaft.
"Am I doing it right?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, yes… yes. That's great. Just don't stop."
"I won't."
He began to stroke her back. Under the sheer blouse, he could feel the straps, of her bra. His hand moved up to the nape of her neck. He stroked her neck under the fall of her black, shiny hair.
She liked him doing that. "Um-m-m-m-m," she murmured. She grasped harder at his cockshaft.
"Tracy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Pull down my zipper."
"Okay." He felt her fumbling at the top of his fly. He stroked her back some more, his hand moving across her thin shoulders and down the boney ridge of her spine. Then he heard the rasp of the zipper and his fly was wide open. The bloat of his penis wrapped in his snow white shorts thrust through the opening. Her little fingers found the shaft once more and she resumed her rubbing motion. Up and down. Up and down. Her little hand rubbed his cock through the cotton shorts.
His hand went down and stilled hers. He reached his fingers through the fly opening and tried to pull the prick through. He had trouble. His cock was now so large and hard that he couldn't pull it through. He gave up the effort and simply tore the crotch of his shorts aside. Both his cock and balls were fully revealed to the girl's eager gaze.
Her eyes widened. His cock thrust up a full eight inches and stood throbbing before her fascinated eyes. She made a little mewling sound and her trembling hand reached out to enclose it. Her fingertips lightly touched the purple shaft. Her hand went up and down and her fingers traced the swollen veins. He sucked in his breath. The throbbing increased and he began a little fucking motion under her featherweight touch. His cock thrust up and down at her flicking fingers.
"Grab it harder and move the skin back and forth," he urged.
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Hold it a little tighter. That's it."
"It's so big."
"Uh-huh. You made it that way, honey. Do it a little harder."
"I made it that way?"
"You got me so excited. Oh God, that feels good."
"I like doing this."
He knew 'this' wasn't going to be enough. He wanted to undress her. He wanted to kiss her body all over. He wanted to kiss her cunt and crush his mouth against the pillowed softness of its puffy lips. He wanted to suck on her budding breasts. He wanted to rub the head of his cock against her sticky cunt lips and then press the thick shaft between the tender lips of her untried hole.
Her hand didn't stop. Once she got the hang of pulling the cock skin back and forth, she set up a rhythm. It was almost like second nature to her. He moaned his pleasure and he continued to thrust his hips and fuck at her moving hand. This was fantasy fulfilled for Charlie.
"Have you been having monthly periods," he asked.
She nodded. "I began two months ago."
"I guess you're interested in sex then."
"I've been interested in sex for a long time but this is the first time I've done anything about it."
"You seem to like this."
"Sure." She looked down at the cock in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled her blouse from the back of her skirt and ran his hand under it, stroking her bare skin. She quivered with pleasure. His hand went around and up the front of her blouse. He tweaked her breast through her bra. Her breasts were a little larger than eggs but smaller than apples.
He fumbled open the catch on the back of her bra. Her hand jerked harder on his cock. He massaged her bare nipple between his thumb and finger.
"I like when you do that."
"I know," he said. "Stand up but don't let go of my cock."
Now his hands went up the back of her short skirt. He squeezed her ass cheeks through her cotton panties. Then he brought one hand around front and rubbed her cunt mound. His finger felt for the cunt crack through the double material of her pantie crotch.
She trembled. His hands roamed down the silken length of her thighs. They lingered behind her knees and stroked the sensitive skin there. The hand on his cock never stopped. She kept pulling on the smooth cock skin while his hands went wherever he wanted to touch, sooth, probe or squeeze. His hand went down the front of her panties. He slipped one finger between her cunt lips and thrust it into her steamy drench.
"You're wet," he said.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"No problem. That's the way it should be. I like it wet. Honest."
He slipped his sloshy finger from her slit and, with his eyes locked on hers, put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
She wrinkled her nose and said, "That's some kind of gross, you know? Really."
He pulled her toward him and placed his mouth around her rubbery nipple. He sucked. The nipple went in and out of his mouth and he replaced his finger in her slippery little slit. He moved the finger back and forth. She pulled back a little.
"Don't. You'll hurt me."
"No way. I'm going to make you feel good."
She squirmed on his finger. He nuzzled her neck and drew in a deep breath. She smelled soapy, as if just out of her shower. He licked her neck. She trembled again. He slipped his tongue into her ear. She made a little cry and kissed his cheek. He kissed her eyes and licked her eyelids. His finger moved back and forth between the moist lips of her cunt.
He looked down at the little hand caressing his cock. It seemed so right to him.
"Kneel down, Tracy." She did so and continued jerking his cock. It grew increasingly big and thick.
"Kiss it," he said.
"Kiss it?"
"Yeah." Tracy looked skeptically at the purplish organ throbbing in her hand.
"I dunno. Look, some stuff is coming out of the hole."
"That's okay, it's supposed to. It's lubrication… just like the juice from your slit."
"I still don't want to kiss it."
"C'mon. You've got to be grown up about this. This is what groanies do."
"They do?"
"Sure. That's how we show affection. You don't dislike me, do you?"
"Would I be swinging on your cock, if I disliked you? My God."
He placed a hand on either side of her sweet face and pulled her toward his veiny prick. She frowned reproachfully.
"C'mon," he coaxed.
She pouted, then puckered and gave a little peck kiss to the head of his cock.
"There," she said.
He couldn't stand it any longer. His hands still held her face between them. He pulled her face to his crotch and mashed his cock against her cheeks. His balls pressed against her nose and mouth. He ground his hairy crotch against her until she sputtered.
"Stop. Stop."
Charlie released her head and gently stroked her cheek. She pouted some more. But her hand went back to his cock and her fingers wrapped around it and began to stroke him off again.
"That wasn't very nice."
"I know."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because you excite me. Look how hard my cock is. It's never been so hard."
Tracy squeezed it again. A drop of juice formed at the tip. She touched it with the tip of her finger and began to spread the drop all over the purple cock head. Charlie sucked in his breath. His cock lurched in her hand.
"Dozzat feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Would it feel better if I gave it another kiss?"
"Much better, Tracy."
"We-e-e-e-l-l-l, if it will make you feel better."
She had a firm grip at the base of his cock shaft. She inclined it toward her mouth and began giving it little peck kisses all over the slippery, shiny head.
"Yes… yes-s-s-s-s… Oh yes."
She continued kissing. Now she squashed her lips against it; she mashed it with her mouth.
"Yes… ye-s-s-s. Now open your mouth."
His voice was low and soothing. She looked up. As their eyes met, her mouth opened and covered the head of his cock. Her lips stretched around the pulsing knob. He could feel her tongue fluttering around it, licking under the knob, probing the little piss slit. Her eyes held his. He thrust the cock forward slightly. He put his hand on the back of her neck and began a gentle back and forth movement.
Mouth fuck, she thought. Wait'll I tell the girls.
She continued to look into his eyes and she moved her mouth up and down over the cock head. He thrust his shaft forward to match the movement of her mouth. At the same time, he tweaked her stiffened nipples between his thumb and fingers.
"I want you up here on the bed with me," he said.
She took her mouth off of his cock long enough to say, "I don't wanna. I like sucking this silly old thing."
And in fact her technique improved with the passing moments. Her tongue explored the ridges and contours of his now enormous wang. She rolled the flat of her tongue around the flaring edge of the knob. She flicked her tongue tip at the gaping piss slit.
"Argh-h-h," he gasped. "You can still suck when you're up here on the bed."
"I like it down here," she insisted. "But I want to show you other things to do."
"Other things?"
"Uh-huh."
"Like what? You aren't trying to trick me?"
"No tricks. I want to show you how to sixty-nine."
"Sixty-nine? What's that?"
"That's where you lie on me, head to feet. You suck me and I can do things to you."
"What kind of things?"
"Fun things."
"Oh-h-h well. Why do you call it sixty-nine?"
"For God's sake, Tracy. Get up here."
She scampered up onto the bed and lay on top of him.
"Not that way. Turn around. Put your head down by my prick and straddle my face. That's right. Good. Now raise your bottom over my face. Good girl."
Tracy began sucking him again. Her lips went up and down on his rigid stalk as she held it erect in her little hand. Charlie sighed.
His eyes drank in the sight of her pantie-clad bottom – plump butt in cotton knit, the slender legs, the pantie crotch caught between the puffy cunt llps. He planted a kiss on them. He nuzzled it through her panties, moving his face from side to side. He pressed his face deeper into the crack and licked the panties.
"Hey. What're you doing? That feels good. Do it some more."
"Okay… okay. Just keep your mouth on my cock."
Charlie slipped one finger under the elastic of her panties and pulled the crotch aside. He moistened his lips at the sight of the peach-fuzz slit. The pudgy cunt lips were closed and at the top of the slit, the little tab of her clitty foreskin poked out.
He melted at the sight of the almost hairless cunt. His heart pounded. He had but to raise his head a few inches and stick out his tongue in order to spear between the soft, puffy lips. He pulled the pantie crotch aside some more to reveal her asshole.
He gasped. It was doubtless the tenderest, sweetest, most delectable little hole he ever imagined. He wanted to kiss it, to lick it, to tongue-fuck it. He placed his thumbs on either side of the hole and opened it slightly. The puckered ring responded by tightening.
He stuck his tongue at it. Then he pressed his lips against the tight little opening and thrust his tongue into it. Hungrily. Passionately. Lustfully. She responded by wriggling her ass. His heart leaped. She liked it! He almost swooned from the delight he felt. But he managed to keep his mind on business and licked her hole and tried to force his tongue deeper inside.
Tracy didn't know what to make of this latest move. She knew it felt good. And she wasn't about to take her mouth off of his throbbing joint. Rather, she increased the suction and quickened the head bobbing as his tongue lapped, licked and probed her tight little bottom hole.
He pulled his head back and looked at her virgin cunny. The slit was oozing. As he watched, a drop formed at the base of the slit and grew larger and larger. When it was about to drop, he extended his tongue and captured it.
By now, Charlie was on the brink. Tracy was still working on his joint and his entire being was flooded with the sensation of sexual happy times. He could feel the beginning of the climb toward orgasm. Without his willing it, he began to pump into her mouth. She too was overwhelmed by her feelings. She began a frantic jerking of the skin on his cockshaft while she sucked harder on the blooming knob.
Totally overwhelmed, Charlie pressed his face into her swampy crack. He inhaled the juice and fragrance. His fingers separated the cunt lips and he lapped around the perimeter of her tender hole. There was so much he wanted to do. He pressed his lips against her piss hole and sucked voraciously. His tongue sought and found the hard little nubbin of her clit. He sucked on it. She squirmed delightedly and he almost lost the sensitive pearl. And then, paradise.
His cock lurched in her mouth and he began to gush into her throat. The come was more than she could handle in her mouth. It oozed from between her lips and coated his driving cock and her pumping hand and fingers. Spurt! Spurt! SPURT!
It surprised her. She had no idea that Charlie could produce so much hot gush. The sensation she felt overwhelmed her. It began at the core of her sex and then spread outward in waves of delight. Out, out to her toes and fingertips. She was shaken by the intensity of it and it caused her to press her tingling cunt against his face. She raked his face with her slit. Back and forth, back and forth, depositing her slimy girl juice from his chin to his receding hairline. She especially liked the tingling effect of his nose nudging her throbbing clitoris.
Snorting and blowing, Charlie tried to come up for air. Totally spent, Tracy collapsed on top of him. She filled her lungs with air. She gasped. She moaned. She took deeper and deeper breaths. She spat come onto his semi-hard cock. She toyed with his cock with her tongue. It flopped back and forth on his stomach. She buried her face in his crotch, inhaling the musky scent of him. She ground her face into the sticky, come-drenched crotch. She wallowed in it.
"Oh… oh… oh," she sighed. "Oh, that's great. Totally fine. Just incredible. Uh."
She reached down behind her and pulled her panties back to where they were before Charlie revealed her moist treasures. Not to do so offended her sense of what was right and proper and lady-like.
Charlie felt like his plug had been pulled. His body was totally slack. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing and he really didn't care that Tracy returned her panties to cover her cunt. In fact, since his eyes were closed, he could have been sleeping. Only the rising and falling of his chest gave a hint of the intense feelings of a moment ago.
Tracy stirred first. She rolled off the prone form of her oral lover. She raised her head and propped it on one hand supported on her elbow. She wore a dreamy expression as she surveyed limp and panting Charlie.
"Well," she sighed, "I'd give that an eight on a scale of one to ten. Not more than I expected in some respects. Lots wetter than I thought it would be."
She fingered her pussy through her panties. She wondered what losing her cherry would be like. As she re-hooked her bra and looked down at Charlie, she thought of his big cock plowing into her. He wasn't stirring. His cock was nonscarey, a limp, pink worm of a thing.
"Charlie," she said to herself, "you never got me to West Germany but it was still quite a trip."
She got back down on her knees and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. He didn't react. She stood and grabbed her school books.
"Bye, Charlie," she said and kissed him on the forehead.