It hurt like hell, but she wasn't going to tell him so. Jim was a nice guy and might stop fucking her. She wanted to be fucked even if it tore her in half – she just had to know what it was like. Now he started moving his thick throbbing cock up and down in her cunt, and she winced and stifled a cry of pain. She relaxed her twat as much as she could and found that it would expand just enough to take his bloated meat without hurting.
"Awww, baby, you're cunt's so fuckin' tight!" Jim whined. "Shit, this is good."
He'd never fucked anything tighter. It was a real fight not to let himself go and flood her tiny cunt with his hot load. He grunted and whined as he worked his swollen prick in the sizzling pulp of her pussy. She quivered beneath his, her eyes wide and glassy with shock. She probably hadn't expected it to hurt the first time. He couldn't concern himself with that now – he was too agonizingly horny.
"Uh-uh-uh," Tracy groaned, "your cock feels so big in me, Jim."
Her cunt still felt stuffed almost to bursting, but now she was getting little blasts of pleasure each time he shoved his hot throbbing dick deep into her. The blasts increased in strength as her cunt juiced and expanded. Suddenly she was enjoying his fucking, enjoying it wildly. She dug her nails in to his shoulders and began jerking her hips in time to his strokes.
"Ooooooo, yes!" Tracy squealed. "It's feeling great now, Jim. Oooo, sheeeit, yes, fuck me!"
Jim didn't need her naughty words to tell him hat she was starting to dig his cock. He felt an enormous burst of scalding cunt cream around his pistoning prick, then a steady hot flow of juice that made her tiny twat easy to fuck. He groaned and began to fuck her faster, harder. She responded with a screech of pleasure, digging her nails sharply into his shoulders.
"You like it now, don't you, baby?" he panted. "You want me to really fuck it to you?"
"Yes, yes!" Tracy howled. "Fuck my pussy good and hard, Jim. Fuck!"
He let himself go now, fucking her the way he really wanted to, plowing his bloated cock deep and hard and fast into her deliciously gripping juicy cunt. She responded with a greedy hard surge of her hips, taking his slamming prick against her womb.
"Unnnggghhh, fuck me!" Tracy wailed.
She gurgled with pleasure as she took the repeated hard plowing of Jim's swollen cock. It was only her first fuck, and already she knew she was addicted to it, that she could never get enough, not even if she fucked for the rest of her life. But it sure as hell would be fun trying. She'd take it wherever and whenever she could get it.
"AAAWWWWW!" she bawled. "I'M COMING!"
"Aaarrrhhhggg!" Jim bellowed, pumping his sizzling load into her. They writhed together in a violent mutual climax.
"Oh, God, I love to fuck…" Tracy whined.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Friday night, and Tracy had a date with Freddie. Ordinarily she would have been thrilled with the plans he'd made for the evening – the Junior Prom, followed by a good gorge at the drive-in, then maybe a private party or two. But all she felt was impatience to be alone with him. Did she ever have a surprise for Freddie!
Mom and Dad didn't approve of the dress she was wearing to the dance, but Tracy put her foot down and insisted on wearing it anyhow. After all, she'd sewn it herself. It was red, clinging, and very low cut, showing the ripe cleavage of her tits. Best of all, because the dress had only spaghetti straps, she couldn't wear a bra under it.
She twirled around before the bedroom mirror and watched her plump round tits bounce enticingly. The clinging material of the dress deliciously outlined her small round ass. She grinned wickedly at her reflection. This outfit really ought to blow Freddie's mind. He'd be climbing all over her in no time – and that was just what she wanted.
Tracy threw a red hand-made shawl over her shoulders before going out to the living room to wait for Freddie. No point in reminding her folks that she was practically naked under her sexy dress. They both gave her sour looks as she entered the room. Suddenly she felt sorry for them. They were so old-fashioned and uptight about sex, they'd probably never had any fun in their lives, not even when they were conceiving her. They probably regarded fucking as an unpleasant duty.
Her mother frowned and said. "Now remember everything we told you, Tracy."
"Yes, ma'am." Tracy sighed.
"You better repeat it," her father said. "Just to be sure you remember."
Tracy sighed again and chanted, "No touching. No being alone together! Only one kiss, when he leaves me off at home."
"Right," Dad said. "And be sure you keep to every one of those rules, or we'll forbid you to date."
"Yes sir," Tracy said wearily.
When she heard Freddie honk, she raced from the house, relieved to be away from the grim atmosphere. As she ran to the car, her shawl blew back and revealed her wobbling tits, bouncing crazily beneath the thin material of her dress. Freddie's eyes bugged out, and she was willing to bet he'd gotten a hard-on just from ogling her tits.
"Hi, Freddie," she chirped as she hopped in beside him.
"Oh, wow, Tracy," he said, his voice breaking in a horny croak. "You look fantastic."
The dance seemed endless, but she put her time to good use, doing everything she could to drive Freddie crazy with horniness. She blew in his ear, licked his neck, tongue-kissed him, and rubbed her crotch against his as they danced. Poor Freddie got hard-on after hard-on, blushing scarlet as he tried to hide them. His face was as red as his hair.
Finally they were driving away from the dance. "Wanta grab something to eat?" Freddie said.
"No," Tracy said. "I'd rather park."
Freddie almost ran off the road. He'd never seen Tracy this eager to make out. In fact he'd always make the first move, and then she'd fight him off. With hammering heart he drove to their usual parking spot, down a narrow dirt road and into a thick grove of trees. They were hidden from other cars, but moonlight got through, illuminating the front seat.
Freddie lunged for Tracy, folding her in his arms and jamming his tongue into her mouth. He waited for her to push him away and make some shy protest like she always did. Instead she put her arms around him and kissed him back, snaking her hot little tongue over his. Freddie immediately got his umpteentb hard-on of the night. His cock slammed into stiffness and oozed hot juice.
"Oh, shit Tracy. You really turn me on," he moaned.
"You turn me on, too, Freddie," she purred. "Kiss me again."
Could he be dreaming? As he eased his tongue back into her hot wet mouth, he decided he'd better make a test. The straps holding up her dress were fastened in a little bow behind her neck. He untied the bow and quickly pulled her dress down to her waist. Of course he'd noticed during the evening that she wasn't wearing a bra – Jesus, how he'd noticed! He clamped his palms over her naked tits.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Freddie, play with my tits," she sighed.
Freddie damned near shot his wad. Kissing her feverishly, he began molding and squeezing the hot silky flesh of her tits. He felt her big pink nipples go stiff and pulsating. He squeezed her tits harder, and she jabbed her slick tongue deeper into his mouth and gave a muffled moan of pleasure.
Figuring he'd better enjoy himself before she came to her senses, Freddie leaned heavily against her, causing her to slump down on her back. He lay on her, molding and kneading her hot ripe tits, his bulging hard crotch grinding against her tender soft pussy mound. Tracy looked up at hi with big hot eyes, grinning wickedly.
"Mmmmmm, Freddie, I love it when you play with my tits," she said huskily. "Would you please lick and suck them, too?"
"Oh, wow, yeah!" Freddie exclaimed.
He could hardly believe the change in Tracy, but he sure wasn't complaining. He dipped his face down, stuck out his tongue, and began lashing her juicy erect nipples. Tracy gave a squeal of pleasure, and he felt her pussy mound pumping up and down against his bloated cock. Her hips were making an instinctive fucking motion that was driving him wild.