"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she wailed, humping faster for Sam. "What a big cock! It's so good! Ohhhh, gollyyyy, I'm cumming so much! Ummm, give it to meeee! Fuck me, Mister, fuck meeeee! More, more, more! Ewwww, make me cum and cum and cummmmnin!"
Sam supplied her with all the cock she needed to reach her goal of orgasmic bliss. Kelly looked on wide-eyed as Tracy's pussy ate his cock up and came so wildly and wetly on it. For a kid, Tracy sure could fuck a man-sized cock. It amazed Kelly.
When Tracy's earthquake was over, Kelly propped herself up on an elbow and gazed at her kid sister for a long time. Then she murmured, "When I was your age, I was afraid of a cock that big."
"Times have changed," Tracy breathed hotly.
Sam sat by, looking smug, and Kelly didn't appreciate it.
"What are you grinning about? Do you think it's nice, inking girls like us do crazy things?"
"Don't you let him," Tracy said. "He's a nice guy."
"How can you say that?" Kelly cried. "He just raped you!"
Tracy shook her head. "You sure have a funny outlook on sex. First Tom raped me, and now Mr. Hartman raped me. They just fucked me, Kelly, and I wanted both of them to. Can't you see that? Why don't you get honest with yourself saw how you fucked Mr. Hartman before. You loved his cock."
"That was after he was in me!" Kelly cried. "Do you think linvited him here? I hate him! He rapes me all the time! It's terrible!"
"I think it's nice," Tracy said with a pretty smile for Sam. She reached over and caressed his thick, wet cockmeat.
Kelly watched her kid sister's fingers dance over Sam's hot prick. "You really do like it, don't you? How did you get this way?"
"I'm no different from you," Tracy said.
"I'm just more honest about it. Why don't you stop playing big sister and play with his cock the way you really want to?"
Sam leaned back against the sofa and spread his legs wide. His cock inched upward in Tracy's hand. It got bigger and bigger by the minute because of what she was doing to it.
Tracy looked at Kelly and said, "Want to join me?"
"God!" Kelly gasped, but as if drawn to a magnet, she crawled across the floor to the other side of Sam and helped Tracy to make his prick huge and, stiff.
"Suck it with me," Tracy cooed.
"Tracy!"
"Oh, come on, Sis. Be nice!"
Kelly's hot eyes danced all over Sam's giant cock throbbing in Tracy's fist. His cockhead was all wet and slimy and sexy. She licked her lips nervously.
Tracy led the way, just like an eager teen. She got down on her elbows and caressed Sam's monstrous fucker and gave it little licks with her tongue.
Kelly made a strange soft sound, and the next thing Sam knew, both girls were down on him, licking and sucking and jerking his massive cock. He grinned.
Kelly and Tracy were becoming friends again over his hard-on. They kissed several times, the way they used to as kids. Sam's hot cock brought them closer together, the way sisters should be, sharing and caring.
When it came time to get fucked, Tracy remained a good girl. "Fuck Kelly first," she said to Sam. "She's been nice."
"She sure has!" Sam groaned, his prick throbbing wetly.
"Ohhhh!" Kelly moaned, because her pussy had gotten very wet. His familiar cock. It turned her on as usual.
Tracy was a good girl and a neat sister, but she was also clever. She waited until Sam had Kelly flat on her back with all of his cock sawing into her juicy cunt, then she kissed her sister and said, "You'll let me fuck Tom once in a while, won't you?"
Kelly was already out of her mind, it was easy for her to rasp, "Yes! Yes! I don't care! Ohhhh, Mr. Hartman, fuck meeeee…!"
Half an hour later, it was Tracy screeching. "Ohhhh, Mr. Hartman, fuck meee!" she yelled as his rock-hard prick ramrodded her tight young pussy.
It became a nightly ritual after that. Sam showed up every night just as soon as Tom left for work, and serviced both girls. They played lots of sexy games to prime themselves, and then it was a three-way orgy. There was plenty of cocksucking and lots of pussy-licking leading up to dynamic, violent, hot fucking. Kelly's and Tracy's pussies were always cummy with pleasure.
The girls developed a nice program of fucking for themselves. After that first night, Kelly went to work bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, eager to get on Mr. Hartman's leather couch in his office. And Tracy got to wake Tom up for work in the afternoon. She fixed him his breakfast and sucked his cock. She screwed him on the sofa and saw him off to work. After he was gone, Kelly and Sam came home together, and brought Tracy into their orgiastic fucking.
It was just a few days later when Tracy got to meet the elegant Mrs. Hartman. Jean showed up one afternoon, horny for Kelly, only to find Tracy alone in the cozy apartment. She was at once enamored by the curves of young Tracy's nubile body.
"You're much prettier than Kelly," she said over coffee after Tracy let her in.
"Why thank you," Tracy cooed sweetly, and drew her shoulders back as the woman eyed her jutting tits.
Tracy was wearing a new outfit that Sam bought for her. It looked like a tennis outfit, a white sweater and a short white skirt, high on her thighs. Mrs. Hartman's gaze made her pussy tingle and she knew why.
They started talking about clothes, and Tracy revealed that she had come to Kelly's with no money and no wardrobe. Jean took the hint and kindly offered to buy Tracy some nice things.
"I'd love to dress you," Jean said hornily, eyes burning into Tracy's jutting tits.
"You would?" Tracy cooed. "Golly, what would be nice!"
Jean resorted to her tried and true method of seduction. "Would you like to make an old lady very happy?"
It had worked with Kelly, and it worked with Tracy. She perched her cute little ass up on the back of the sofa as Jean directed, and she opened her pretty legs and lifted her little skirt, and in no time at all, Jean was licking and sucking the hell out of her cunt. They became fast friends.
Good as her word, Jean took Tracy shopping, and outfitted her luxuriously with the sexiest things she could find for the pretty girl. All Tracy had to do for these nice presents was model each outfit in Jean's home. That as juicy fun.
She modeled a cute mini-dress for Jean, and in no time at all, Jean was on her knees with her head under the short dress. Tracy squealed when the woman's expert tongue assailed her pussy, and she fell over onto the big, luxurious bed.
Jean murmured hornily between Tracy's outspread thighs and licked her tongue hotly into the girl's tight cunt. Tracy surrendered to the special feelings Jean provided with her lips and tongue and teeth. She sure knew how to suck a cunt, Tracy thought.
She got an added surprise that day, though. When Jean had her writhing and moaning on the bed, humping her pussy up for more tongue, the woman naughtily turned her asshole on, just as she had Kelly's.
Initiating the teenager into some lesbian love, she had Tracy roll over onto her tummy, then she inserted her horny tongue into the girl's tight little asshole. Tracy squealed with shocked delight as the licking, probing tongue made her ass as hot as her cunt. It was mind-boggling what this woman could do to a girl.
Jean licked her tongue up along Tracy's cuntslit, tickled her clit, then squeezed her tongue into her ass. Tracy moaned hotly as Jean's tongue assaulted both holes, first one, then the other, back and forth, back and forth, until she was cumming like crazy.
When she related all this to Kelly in private, her big sister became concerned. "Are you sure you like that? I mean, that's an awful lot of cumming."
"I love it!" Tracy bubbled.
"But, she's so cunt-hungry, Tracy. Do be careful. I'm afraid she'll eat you alive. You're only a kid, you know."
"Stop reminding me," Tracy said. "And stop playing big sister. Mrs. Hartman is very good to me. My pussy's still buzzing. And you could be nicer to her, you know. She really misses your cunt."