Her lovely young body grew taut on the bed and she strained as she fucked on the plastic joy giver. She fucked it into her cunt faster and faster, panting in time with each fuck-thrust. Her eyes glassed over and her lips fell apart as she gasped for breath.
Passion welled up inside her like a floodtide and threatened to drown her in a sea of ecstasy. Her pussy got hotter and hotter and seemed to open wide for the dildo as if to gobble it up. Tracy whimpered and moaned and choked occasionally as she fucked herself silly.
"Fuck!" she suddenly blurted.
She had never used that word. She'd thought only bad girls said such things. But now, in the throes of extreme pleasure, she squealed.
"Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Horny out of her mind, she felt her eyes roll in her head. Her tits tightened up and her ass swirled on the bed as her hands drilled the sex toy into her cunt again and again. She grunted and groaned and even gurgled as she fucked herself good for the first time. How she kept from busting her cherry, she never knew.
Her terribly aroused passion exploded in the middle of her tummy and seemed to streak through her right into her brain and pussy. The incredible pressure of her mounting passion was enough to render her senseless. Mind-boggling rushes of feeling made her fuck hornily on the sex toy.
"Uh-uh-uhhhh," she grunted like a hot little animal.
Her tits grew tight and her pink nipples spiked hard. Her young hips twisted violently and her cute little ass churned. Her pussy-mouth sucked wetly on the drilling dildo as it reamed in and out of her cunt. It was her best orgasm ever.
"Ohhhh, wowwwww," she cooed as she came.
The dam burst in her heaving belly and cummy pleasure flooded her body. She humped and writhed hotly on the bed as she fucked herself with her mother's vibrator. She grit her teeth as surge after surge of orgasmic joy rippled through her young body. Her wet pussy spasmed repeatedly as her hot ass bounced happily on the bed.
"Oh, ohh, ohhhhh," she moaned as she surrendered to the overwhelming climax.
She gave herself up to it completely and she was beautiful on the bed, rocking and jerking with the buzzing dildo plunging into her soaked pussy.
"Ummmm," she moaned finally and a trembling finger turned the vibrator off.
She pulled another inch of it up into her cunt and held it lodged there. She shut her thighs and rolled onto her side, then lay there panting for breath as her pussy choked the sex toy. Her eyes closed lazily and a slow smile curled her pretty lips. She curled up with the dildo in her cunt as contentedly as she had curled up with her teddy bear when she was a little girl.
She didn't know she had dozed off until the ringing of the telephone awakened her abruptly. She gasped and bolted up. She started to swing her legs off the bed when the movement reminded her that the vibrator was still, stuck up her pussy. She giggled and quickly pulled the dildo out of her cunt, all wet and glistening.
The phone rang again and in a panic, Tracy tried to conceal the magazines and the vibrator under the pillows. It took a second for her to realize that the caller couldn't see her. Then she laughed at herself and lifted the phone on the third ring. It was her mother.
"Tracy, honey, I know I promised to be back at five to fix dinner, but Tina really needs me here. Would you mind fixing yourself a TV dinner?"
Tracy stood naked with one hand between her hot thighs, gently rubbing her purring pussy.
"Not at all, Mom. No problem. When do you think you'll be home?"
"I'll try to be home by ten. Okay? You can watch television until I get there."
Tracy inserted a naughty finger up into her recently fucked cunt and smiled with pleasure. "Sure, Mom," she said brightly. "Take your time. I'll be all right."
"Make sure all the doors are locked," Carol reminded her.
"They already are, Mom."
"Good girl. Enjoy your evening. See you around ten."
Tracy hung up the phone, feeling suddenly free and happy. She had the whole house to herself until ten o'clock. Her blue eyes danced over the magazines and the vibrator and her young tits rose up.
"I can have an orgy!" she laughed.
She didn't bother dressing at all. She pranced into the kitchen and fixed herself peanut butter sandwiches and cold milk. She ate quickly, anxious to return to the bedroom. As she ate, she thought about her mother. She must be haying lots of fun with that guy, she concluded.
On her way to her mother's room, she stopped in her own, intending to pull the shade. Instead, she froze at the window and her heart leaped into her throat. In the house next door, just across the driveway, was another window. Inside, seated naked on his sofa with his fist full of stiff cock, was Al Benson.
Tracy's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp as her young eyes traveled all over the nude guy who was slowly jerking on his prick. Then her eyes focused on that spot, the big fist gripping a cock so tightly, moving up and down so sexily. She blushed.
As if caught in a naughty act, she suddenly whirled away from the window and pressed her back against the wall, breathing rapidly, half from fright, half from excitement.
"Holy cow!" she rasped.
Her young mind tried to take it all in at once. This was different than looking at a photo of a man jerking his prick. This was for real. Maybe he had to do that now that his wife was gone. Poor man.
Tracy suddenly laughed at herself. What was she frightened about? So the man was horny? So what? So was she. And she got herself off with the vibrator. Why shouldn't Mr. Benson masturbate?
CHAPTER THREE
Tracy took another long peek. She kept her body hidden, just in case the man turned and looked her way, and her eyes roamed freely. Now she noticed how much hair he had on his legs and chest and pubic area. And she gazed a long time at the way his fist pumped up and down on his rigid cock. It was a big, thick cock.
It's wet, she said to herself. The top of it was all wet. For some unknown reason, that excited her. Her heart beat faster and harder. Blood rushed in her head. She tried to swallow and she almost choked because her throat was suddenly very dry. She licked her lips as she watched the man jerk his prick.
Her left hand rose to her taut young tits and her fingers toyed with her spiking pink nipples. Her right hand slithered down her belly and her fingers delved into her open, wet pussy. Her knees began to shake and she felt weak all over. The mere sight of Mr. Benson pumping his prick was compelling and very disturbing.
"Ohhhh," she breathed hotly, eyes glued and fingers busy.
The tits she was playing with got as hot as the cunt she was rubbing. Then her whole body got warm and Tracy realized that she was horny, like on the bed. So this is what it's like to get turned on, she thought. Is this how Mom feels with that guy?
Her eyes traveled up to Al Benson's face and she blushed again, as if he could see her peeking. It was hard for her to imagine that that huge cock belonged to nice Mr. Benson. Were all cocks that big? Like in the pictures?
She tweaked a nipple and rubbed her clit. Good feelings ran through her. Then she shuddered a little, remembering that this was the man who had been staring at her lately. He had even invited her into his house just the other day. The invitation had frightened her, and now she wondered just what did he want that day.
Would he have done something to her? Would he have kissed her? Touched her? Felt her up? Did he want to see her naked? These questions filled her young mind as she watched him jerk off. They were burning questions for a young girl who was still a virgin.
She actually found herself thinking about visiting him, and the thought alone scared her half to death. What are you thinking about! she chided herself.
But the more she looked at his cock and the more she diddled her pussy, the less frightening was the idea. After all, he was a nice man. And he seemed to think she was very pretty.