"Uhhhhh, so fuckiun' good!" She screamed. "Ooooooo, you're making me come!"
As the delicious convulsions rocked her body, she felt Baxter's enormous wet tongue jerking furiously in her ass hole. She rammed her searing little shitter up and down the fat spike of tongue meat, her hips jerking helplessly. She seemed to be coming endlessly, her thick pussy juice streaming down her inner thighs. She blacked out with the pleasure, completely gone for a few seconds, and when she came back it was over. He popped his tongue out of her ass and sat up.
Tracy sat up, too, panting and trying to catch her breath. She glanced at Baxter, who was staring at her with hot hungry eyes. She reminded herself never to judge a man by his looks. Baxter was old in her eyes, in his forties, homely, losing his hair, but he was a terrific pussy eater. She didn't give a damn how he looked. She just wanted to go on having more kinky sex with him.
"Hey, kid," he said, "I want to show you something."
Quickly he unzipped his fly and eased his hard-on out into the light. Tracy's eyes widened hugely. Baxter was hung like a horse. She'd never seen a cock so big. It looked to be about eight inches or more, and it was enormously thick. The massive swollen head looked as big as a baseball. Tracy gawked at his giant boner, her mouth hanging open.
"Ever see one of these before?" Baxter leered.
Should she play innocent or not? She decided that that game was getting old. "Yes, Mr. Baxter," she said huskily, "I've seen cocks before, but never one as big as yours."
"You wanta play with it?" he said eagerly.
"No," Tracy said, "I want to fuck it."
He gawked and then he was tearing off his clothes. Tracy ogled his huge hairy body. He was burly and broad-chested, thickly muscled, and his mature masculinity excited her hotly. She got ready for him, lying back and opening her legs wide. Baxter threw himself between her legs and stuffed the giant head of his dick into the tiny wet hollow of her cunt hole.
"Take my cock, little girl," he snarled. "Take it all the way up that tight little pussy."
"Ooooooo, give it to me!" Tracy squealed. "Shove that big thing into meeeee!"
He grunted and shoved, and Tracy was stuffed breathless with his enormous rock-hard prick. It felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up her cunt, yet it was hotly exciting to take a cock that huge. She relaxed and let her juicy little fuck hole expand around his ramming meat. He groaned and slammed his prick clear to her womb, then paused for breath.
"Jesus H. Christ," he panted, "you got the tightest pussy I ever fucked. Is my cock too big for you, kid?"
"Nooooo," Tracy whined, "I love it. Fuck me with it, Mr. Baxter, fuck my pussy with that big ol' cock. Fuck me hard!"
"Okay, little girl, if that's what you want," he leered. "I'll fuck you silly."
Tracy gurgled with excitement. He began pistoning his steel-hard cock in her juicy little fuck hole, stuffing and reaming the velvety wet tube, pushing in so deep that his huge hairy nut sacs scraped her slit. Tracy's eye rolled crazily, and her little tongue lolled out as she took the rough ramming of his throbbing horse-cock.
"Unh, unh, unnnnggggghhhh!" she groaned. "Do it to me – fuck meeeee!"
"You really like to fuck, don't you, little girl?" Baxter panted. "You really go for a good stiff cock."
Why be bashful? Tracy leered back at him and moaned, "Yes I love to fuck, Mr. Baxter, and I sure hope you'll ask me to baby-sit again."
"Oh Jesus, you better believe I will," he groaned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Saturday seemed endless. Tracy had no baby-sitting job lined up, and Freddie had had to go out of town with his parents. She couldn't stand just hanging around the house and feeling horny, so she finally phoned two of her girlfriends, Peggy and Laurie, and arranged a trip to the beach. Maybe, she hoped, they'd run across some interesting boys.
As they strolled down the beach in their bikinis, the three teenage girls were an enticing sight. In contrast to petite blonde Tracy, Peggy was tall, leggy and dark-haired, while Laurie was a redhead of average height and bigger-than-average tits. They got plenty of stares, whistles and smart remarks from boys, but none of them offered to join the girls. Probably they were too shy – much to Tracy's disappointment.
They found a clear space that looked good for sunbathing, and they stretched out their beach towels and lay down to soak up the hot June sun. Tracy's horny little pussy seethed with need. It was puffed up, wet and scalding hot. She would have given anything for a good stiff fucking, but the prospect seemed remote. It was late afternoon already, and most of the boys were gathering up their gear ad heading home.
"Damn it all," Tracy sighed.
"What's bugging you?" Peggy grinned.
"I'm horny!" Tracy complained.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Peggy said. "Too bad there aren't more guys around."
"You'd think we had the plague or something," Laurie chimed in. "I mean we're not exactly dogs."
Tracy was picking up on the vibes from her friends – maybe she wasn't the only girl in town with her peculiar problem. "Hey, you two," she said eagerly. "We can tell each other everything, can't we? We've been friends since grade school, after all."
"Sure," Peggy said. "What'd you wanta knew, Tracy?"
"I just wondered if you've ever fucked a boy before," Tracy said. "I have."
"Well, so have I," Peggy admitted. "Met too," Laurie giggled.
"It's super fun, isn't it?" Tracy sighed.
"It sure is," Laurie giggled.
"Oh, cut it out, you guys," Peggy moaned. "You're making me horny."
"Well, we can do something about that," Tracy said.
She placed her hand inside her bikini panties and touched the warm soft fur of her muff. Her friends watched what she was doing and quickly imitated her. They lay on their backs, hands working busily inside their swimsuits, parting the furry lips of their muffs and rubbing their hot horny clits. It wasn't as good as fucking but it beat doing nothing at all.
"Mmmmmm," Laurie sighed, "it sure feels good."
"Yeah," Peggy panted, "I'm gonna come in no time."
"It's kid stuff," Tracy complained, all the while feverishly frigging her juicy little clit. "I'd rather be fucking."
"So would we," Peggy moaned, "but do we have a choice?"
On that note they stopped talking and got down to serious business. Each girl seized her slick throbbing clit between thumb and forefinger and began kneading it roughly. There was no sound but the gentle splash of the waves and the girls' soft sighing and moaning. They were so absorbed in bringing themselves off that they didn't notice they were no longer alone.
Coming over a nearby dune were dozen young bikers, all dressed in leather and blue denim. The long-haired bearded men were in their mid twenties, trim and muscular and aggressive-looking. They were strolling along drinking beer when they came over the sandy rise and saw the three girls. The bikers stepped short, gawked, and then exchanged broad grins.
It was quite a tantalizing sight. Oblivious of the bikers' presence, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, the three pretty teenage girls were furiously working their hands under their bikini panties, panting and moaning, obviously frigging themselves. After watching silently for a few moments, the bikers held a whispered conversation and then started down the dune toward the girls.
"Hey, girls," one of the bikers called out, "can we help you out?"
Tracy, Peggy and Laurie gasped at opened their eyes. Their immediate reaction was fright. The approaching bikers looked mean and dangerous. The girls sprang to their feet and started running as fast as they could. The bikers laughed and started after them. The girls were in a panic, knowing the young men could ultimately outrun them. It was a matter of reaching the nearest lifeguard before the bikers caught up with them.