Her hand didn't stop. Once she got the hang of pulling the cock skin back and forth, she set up a rhythm. It was almost like second nature to her. He moaned his pleasure and he continued to thrust his hips and fuck at her moving hand. This was fantasy fulfilled for Charlie.
"Have you been having monthly periods," he asked.
She nodded. "I began two months ago."
"I guess you're interested in sex then."
"I've been interested in sex for a long time but this is the first time I've done anything about it."
"You seem to like this."
"Sure." She looked down at the cock in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled her blouse from the back of her skirt and ran his hand under it, stroking her bare skin. She quivered with pleasure. His hand went around and up the front of her blouse. He tweaked her breast through her bra. Her breasts were a little larger than eggs but smaller than apples.
He fumbled open the catch on the back of her bra. Her hand jerked harder on his cock. He massaged her bare nipple between his thumb and finger.
"I like when you do that."
"I know," he said. "Stand up but don't let go of my cock."
Now his hands went up the back of her short skirt. He squeezed her ass cheeks through her cotton panties. Then he brought one hand around front and rubbed her cunt mound. His finger felt for the cunt crack through the double material of her pantie crotch.
She trembled. His hands roamed down the silken length of her thighs. They lingered behind her knees and stroked the sensitive skin there. The hand on his cock never stopped. She kept pulling on the smooth cock skin while his hands went wherever he wanted to touch, sooth, probe or squeeze. His hand went down the front of her panties. He slipped one finger between her cunt lips and thrust it into her steamy drench.
"You're wet," he said.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"No problem. That's the way it should be. I like it wet. Honest."
He slipped his sloshy finger from her slit and, with his eyes locked on hers, put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
She wrinkled her nose and said, "That's some kind of gross, you know? Really."
He pulled her toward him and placed his mouth around her rubbery nipple. He sucked. The nipple went in and out of his mouth and he replaced his finger in her slippery little slit. He moved the finger back and forth. She pulled back a little.
"Don't. You'll hurt me."
"No way. I'm going to make you feel good."
She squirmed on his finger. He nuzzled her neck and drew in a deep breath. She smelled soapy, as if just out of her shower. He licked her neck. She trembled again. He slipped his tongue into her ear. She made a little cry and kissed his cheek. He kissed her eyes and licked her eyelids. His finger moved back and forth between the moist lips of her cunt.
He looked down at the little hand caressing his cock. It seemed so right to him.
"Kneel down, Tracy." She did so and continued jerking his cock. It grew increasingly big and thick.
"Kiss it," he said.
"Kiss it?"
"Yeah." Tracy looked skeptically at the purplish organ throbbing in her hand.
"I dunno. Look, some stuff is coming out of the hole."
"That's okay, it's supposed to. It's lubrication… just like the juice from your slit."
"I still don't want to kiss it."
"C'mon. You've got to be grown up about this. This is what groanies do."
"They do?"
"Sure. That's how we show affection. You don't dislike me, do you?"
"Would I be swinging on your cock, if I disliked you? My God."
He placed a hand on either side of her sweet face and pulled her toward his veiny prick. She frowned reproachfully.
"C'mon," he coaxed.
She pouted, then puckered and gave a little peck kiss to the head of his cock.
"There," she said.
He couldn't stand it any longer. His hands still held her face between them. He pulled her face to his crotch and mashed his cock against her cheeks. His balls pressed against her nose and mouth. He ground his hairy crotch against her until she sputtered.
"Stop. Stop."
Charlie released her head and gently stroked her cheek. She pouted some more. But her hand went back to his cock and her fingers wrapped around it and began to stroke him off again.
"That wasn't very nice."
"I know."
"Then why did you do it?"
"Because you excite me. Look how hard my cock is. It's never been so hard."
Tracy squeezed it again. A drop of juice formed at the tip. She touched it with the tip of her finger and began to spread the drop all over the purple cock head. Charlie sucked in his breath. His cock lurched in her hand.
"Dozzat feel good?"
"Uh-huh."
"Would it feel better if I gave it another kiss?"
"Much better, Tracy."
"We-e-e-e-l-l-l, if it will make you feel better."
She had a firm grip at the base of his cock shaft. She inclined it toward her mouth and began giving it little peck kisses all over the slippery, shiny head.
"Yes… yes-s-s-s-s… Oh yes."
She continued kissing. Now she squashed her lips against it; she mashed it with her mouth.
"Yes… ye-s-s-s. Now open your mouth."
His voice was low and soothing. She looked up. As their eyes met, her mouth opened and covered the head of his cock. Her lips stretched around the pulsing knob. He could feel her tongue fluttering around it, licking under the knob, probing the little piss slit. Her eyes held his. He thrust the cock forward slightly. He put his hand on the back of her neck and began a gentle back and forth movement.
Mouth fuck, she thought. Wait'll I tell the girls.
She continued to look into his eyes and she moved her mouth up and down over the cock head. He thrust his shaft forward to match the movement of her mouth. At the same time, he tweaked her stiffened nipples between his thumb and fingers.
"I want you up here on the bed with me," he said.
She took her mouth off of his cock long enough to say, "I don't wanna. I like sucking this silly old thing."
And in fact her technique improved with the passing moments. Her tongue explored the ridges and contours of his now enormous wang. She rolled the flat of her tongue around the flaring edge of the knob. She flicked her tongue tip at the gaping piss slit.
"Argh-h-h," he gasped. "You can still suck when you're up here on the bed."
"I like it down here," she insisted. "But I want to show you other things to do."
"Other things?"
"Uh-huh."
"Like what? You aren't trying to trick me?"
"No tricks. I want to show you how to sixty-nine."
"Sixty-nine? What's that?"
"That's where you lie on me, head to feet. You suck me and I can do things to you."
"What kind of things?"
"Fun things."
"Oh-h-h well. Why do you call it sixty-nine?"
"For God's sake, Tracy. Get up here."
She scampered up onto the bed and lay on top of him.
"Not that way. Turn around. Put your head down by my prick and straddle my face. That's right. Good. Now raise your bottom over my face. Good girl."
Tracy began sucking him again. Her lips went up and down on his rigid stalk as she held it erect in her little hand. Charlie sighed.
His eyes drank in the sight of her pantie-clad bottom – plump butt in cotton knit, the slender legs, the pantie crotch caught between the puffy cunt llps. He planted a kiss on them. He nuzzled it through her panties, moving his face from side to side. He pressed his face deeper into the crack and licked the panties.
"Hey. What're you doing? That feels good. Do it some more."
"Okay… okay. Just keep your mouth on my cock."
Charlie slipped one finger under the elastic of her panties and pulled the crotch aside. He moistened his lips at the sight of the peach-fuzz slit. The pudgy cunt lips were closed and at the top of the slit, the little tab of her clitty foreskin poked out.