But if she went over there, would he do things she didn't want him to do? Would he have to fuck her? What if they just kissed a little and sort of played with each other? Would he do that? He was a nice man. Maybe he'd even lick her pussy.
Tracy's hot thoughts were interrupted when Al Benson stirred a little on the sofa. She ducked her head back with her heart up in her throat again. What if he saw her peeking!
But when she looked again, he was still in the same position, face forward, fist slowly sliding up and down on his massive prick. It was at that moment that Tracy realized he wouldn't look her way at all. Now she saw that he was actually mesmerized by something. Then it dawned on her. Why, he's watching TV!
But what could be on TV that would make him jerk off like that? Burning with curiosity, she pranced into the living room and turned on the television. She searched the channels and found the six o'clock news on a lot of them. The others revealed nothing either.
How strange, she thought, turning the TV off. She walked back into her bedroom with a puzzled look on her pretty face. Her curiosity had to be satisfied. With that goal in mind, she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and slipped a T-shirt over her head. Barefoot and beautiful, she made her way through the kitchen and out the back door.
She stole quietly over the driveway to the ash cans. She stepped up on one and lifted herself up. Crouching low, she peeked over the sill of her neighbor's window. Holding her breath, she peered inside and saw that Mr. Benson was watching a fuck film on his TV.
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide. Of course! He has a VCR! He's watching dirty movies! Oh, wow!
Her bright eyes glued to the TV screen and her heart raced behind her jutting tits as she watched men and women fuck and suck and moan and groan. It was like having a magazine picture come to life. It was exciting! So exciting that Tracy grabbed her crotch and mauled her pussy through her jeans.
That didn't do it for her, so she stuffed her hand down inside the jeans, then her fingers were able to fondle the hell out of her hot cunt. Staring at the horny action, she pressed her tits against the house and scraped her nipples there while she finger-fucked her pussy.
Over-aroused, Tracy lost all inhibitions and girlish reluctance. Impelled by a hot pussy and headful of sex, she jumped down from her peeking position and walked around the house to Al Benson's back door. She knocked.
She felt like a lamb entering a wolf's den, but the hotness of her cunt was stronger than her fear. She knocked again, breathing rapidly.
Al Benson came to the door finally, in his robe. His eyes lit up when he saw Tracy, with her tits protruding in a tight little T-shirt.
"Well, hello, Tracy," he said with a smile. "Hi, Mr. Benson. Could I borrow a cup of sugar?"
"Sure. Come on in."
She entered his kitchen and closed the door behind her. Al went to a cupboard and got a cup, and filled it with sugar.
Tracy had to deliver her message fast: "My mother won't be home until ten and I thought I'd have a cup of tea with sugar in it, but we ran out of sugar."
Al turned and looked at her, a small version of a big girl, shapely and mouth-watering. His cock hardened a little under his robe. He grit his teeth against the insane urge to deck her and rape the hell out of her young body.
"Here's your sugar," he said thickly.
Tracy took the cup in her small hand and set it on the table. She looked up at him with bright blue eyes and said, "I didn't really come over for sugar."
Al's Adam's apple bobbed. He almost choked on his tongue. "You didn't?"
"Then, why…"
Her hot pussy gave wings to her words. "I've seen how you look at me, Mr. Benson, and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking sexy things about me. Huh?"
"Well…"
"You don't have to be embarrassed. It makes me feel pretty, the way you look at me." She flashed him a smile. "And sexy, too. Am I sexy?"
"You're beautiful!" he gasped, afraid to believe his ears. His prick rose up and made a bump in the front of his robe.
Tracy heaved a sigh that made her tits rise up and point sharply. "I peeked in your window," she confessed.
"What? When?"
"Just a little while ago. I saw what you were watching. Can I watch TV with you?"
"Christ!" he groaned, his cock throbbing. "Are you serious?"
"Uh-huh," she smiled, then gave a little giggle that made his prick jump. "But don't get the wrong idea. I mean, I'm not a bad girl. I mean… if I thought you wouldn't…"
"Fuck you?" Al put in boldly.
"Yes. I'm a virgin, and I wouldn't want you to think that I…"
"I won't touch you!" Al blurted hotly. "It would be a pleasure just to have you watch it with me! Come on inside!"
Tracy's head pounded as she perched her cute little ass on Al Benson's sofa. He sat a few feet from her. She kept her eyes on the TV, now showing the news.
"Put it on," she said softly.
"Uhhhh, yeah, sure," Al stammered, still not quite sure what to believe.
He turned the VCR on. The news disappeared, and the fuck film he had been watching filled the screen. He glanced over at pretty Tracy and shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes," Tracy said. "I was just over there looking at some of my mom's naughty magazines. Then I saw what you were watching and I just had to see it!"
God damn! he thought hotly. And here he had been busting his balls to keep from scaring the kid! What an awakening! Sweet Tracy was a horny little bitch! And a virgin!
Tracy watched her first fuck film with the concentration she had used as a kid on cartoons. The males and females, fucking in rhythm with nice modern music, was enough to make her nipples stand up and her clit tingle. She got antsy after several minutes.
Without looking over at Al – she was a little afraid to be that bold – she said, "You can take your robe off if you want to."
"You saw that, too?" he choked.
She didn't say anything, just kept her eyes on the screen and the hot action. Al hesitated for a moment, just until he realized that Tracy actually wanted to see his cock. She was a virgin, he told himself, but she was naturally curious. Why not help the kid out?
He opened his robe and threw it wide. He leaned back and his prick stood up, tall and wet and throbbing. Tracy's eyes struggled to stay on the TV, but Al's naked prick was like a magnet. Her eyes darted over and gazed at him.
"Oh, wow!" she breathed.
Al felt more comfortable with her now. He smiled and slid his fist up and down on his hard-on.
"Is this the first cock you've ever seen?"
Tracy nodded slowly, unable to talk, her eyes glued to his swollen cock. To please her eyes, Al slowly jerked on his prick, displaying it for her edification. Having her look at it made it bigger than ever.
"I've never even seen a boy's," she confessed. Al chuckled lewdly. "So this is your night for sex education, huh?"
"Uh-huh," Tracy laughed. "It's been like that all week. The other afternoon, on the way home from school, I saw two dogs doing it. Then my mom went out, and I found her magazines and…"
"And, what?"
Tracy blushed. "Her vibrator."
"You did, huh? And what did you do with it?"
"I'd better not say," Tracy said. "And then you saw me?"
"Yes. I didn't mean to peek, but… well… I… never saw a man do that."
Al slid his fist up his cockshaft to his cockhead. "Does this excite you?"
"Yes."
"It would feel even better if you did it for me," Al told her.
"Oh, I couldn't!"
"Maybe if I got you in the mood," Al said. "What do you mean?"
"Like that man there. See what he's doing to the woman?"
"He's licking her tits," Tracy reported. "Yes. And I'd like to lick yours."