"Come on," she whispered, lifting her legs and parting her thighs. "Lick my pussy."
Jeff was just starting to lower his face down into the sweet damp warmth of her smoldering loins when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, shit," she sighed, jumping down from the counter.
When Jeff answered it, Bob Fletcher and Frank Andrews were standing there.
"Come on in," Jeff grinned, "and I hope you brought lots of money. I feel lucky tonight."
"Me, too," laughed Bob as they walked into the room. "But Wentworth can't make it."
"Oh shit," sighed Jeff in a disappointed voice. "Three-handed poker is no fun."
"We can play black jack," Frank suggested.
"Sure," said Bob. "I can get your money playing any game."
"Okay," smiled the host. "What's your pleasure?"
"Bourbon and water," order Frank.
"The usual," answered Bob. "Scotch on the rocks."
When Jeff had gone into the kitchen to give Tracy their order, the two men seated themselves at the card table. Bob Fletcher was a handsome dark-haired young man of about the same age as Jeff. Frank Andrews, Jeff's immediate supervisor at work, was a big man in his early forties with a florid complexion and thick sandy hair.
When Jeff returned a moment later, they settled down with the cards, each man anticipating a winning night. They had been meeting to play cards every other Friday for over a year and the winnings had been spread pretty evenly among them.
Bob was just starting to deal when Tracy entered the room with the drinks. The girl was pleased at the way the two men ogled her young body. A girl of fourteen is always flattered by attention from older men.
"Who the hell is that cute broad?" she heard Frank ask when she'd returned to the kitchen.
"Our babysitter," Jeff answered as Tracy listened by the crack of the door.
"Jesus," Bob gasped. "That's real eatin' stuff."
"Cool it, guys," laughed Jeff.
"She could babysit for me every night, and I don't even have a fuckin' baby."
Listening excitedly to them from the kitchen, Tracy wondered what kind of a fuck the big sandy-haired man would be, and when she returned a few moments later she purposely rubbed her firm young tits against his shoulder when she placed one of the plates down next to him.
"Sorry," she smiled, "I'm so darn clumsy at times."
"That's all right," he grinned, patting her lightly on the ass. "You can bump into me any time."
As the evening progressed, and with the aid of several drinks, the men were getting louder and their language more profane. Tracy was getting a big laugh out of the dirty jokes she was listening to through the door. Their language and sexual talk was exciting the super-horny girl and she began wondering how it would feel to be balled by all three men tonight.
Returning to them with another round of drinks, she purposely stood close to Frank Andrews as she placed the glasses on the table. An excited tingle rippled through her loins when she felt his fingers graze lightly against her bare inner thigh while she was bending over with the tray.
"Honey," he slurred. "You're gonna be quite a broad when you grow up."
"I'm quite a broad now," she teased, indicating the kitchen with her eyes.
She had barely propped herself up on the sink top when Frank lumbered in on the pretext of wanting a glass of water. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the girl's slippery wet slit obscenely exposed between her open thighs.
"Is there something I can do for you?" she innocently asked.
He continued staring at her pink, moist cunt through bleary eyes.
"What's the matter?" she teased, reaching down and suggestively parting her cunt lips with her fingers. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?"
Still unable to speak, he slowly walked toward her, his glazed eyes riveted on the girl's hair-fringed slit.
"Touch it," she whispered, taking his hand and pressing his finger into the warm moistness of her dripping pussy. "I may be just a teenager, but you'll never find a hotter cunt anywhere."
"My God," he spoke for the fist time, plunging his middle finger up into the scalding wet flesh of the girl's twat.
"D'ya like my pussy?" she teased, kicking off her sandal and rubbing her bare toes against the big bulge in the front of his pants.
Their tryst was interrupted by shouts from the other room. "Hey, Frank, hurry up. It's your deal."
"Go on," she giggled, hopping down from the sink, "I'll take care of your cock in a while."
Rushed and dazed, the big florid-faced man reeled out of the room, his stiff dick pounding like a sledgehammer in his pants, the warm wet pussy juice on his hand from fingering that cute kid's dripping pussy. Picking up the cards to deal, his hands were trembling like a leaf. He couldn't believe that the beautiful girl had allowed him to fondle her sweet young cunt, and had even promised to take care of his cock a later.
After serving the next round of drinks, Tracy boldly sat down on the arm of Frank Andrews' chair. Squirming around and opening her thighs, she deliberately exposed her naked pussy to Bob Fletcher, who was sitting just to the right of them. She was pleased at the excited expression on the handsome young man's face when he first glimpsed her hair-fringed slit. When his eyes flicked up to her face, Tracy smiled and gave him a bold, encouraging wink. She spread her thighs even wider and began squirming around on the arm of the chair, causing her wet slippery cunt-lips to open and close against each other.
Realizing that she had the man thoroughly aroused, the girl stood up and gave him a slow wink, nodding suggestively toward the kitchen. When she'd gone, Bob Fletcher stared blankly at his cards, unable to tell one from the other. After waiting a few moments, he excused himself, saying he, too, needed a glass of water.
Entering thee kitchen, he was dumbfounded to see the girl standing completely naked in the middle of the room.
"Are you a kind of a nut?" he gasped, shocked.
"Nope," she giggled, taking his hands and pressing them over her firm conical boobs. "I just wanted you to play with my titties."
"You're just a kid," he whispered, his fingers squeezing and tweaking her erect nipples.
"I might be a kid," she giggled, reaching down and gently caressing the hard lump in his crotch, "but I sure gave you a fuckin' hard-on."
Excitedly fondling her tits, the man made no resistance as she lowered his zipper and gently pulled out his big hard dong. Tracy's body shuddered with excitement at the feel of his rigid prick pulsating in her fingers. Slowly sliding his foreskin up and down his shaft, she pressed the length of his prick against the soft warm flesh of her bare stomach.
"God," she whispered. "I'd love to feel your hot jizz squirting all over my belly."
"Oh, Christ," he sobbed, throwing his arms around her and crushing the girl's deliciously naked body against his. "You'd better go back in there now," she smiled, leaning down and flicking her tongue over the tip of his cock. "We'll have a real party in a while."
Neither Bob Fletcher nor Frank Andrews could concentrate on the game as Jeff began dealing a new hand. Their concentration was soon completely shattered when the naked teen entered the room and stood behind Jeff.
"Mr. Jordan," she said, rotating her hips and cunt suggestively in front of the excited men. "I think your friends want to play a new game."
"What are you talking about?" he asked in a sharp voice, irritated by the girl's interruption.
"Well," she whispered, dipping her finger into her wet slit and teasingly licking it with her tongue. "I'm sure they want to play another game. How about it guys?"
"Shit, yes," Bob gasped.
"Me, too," the other answered.
"What do you want to play?" Jeff asked his guests.
"They want to play with me," Tracy giggled, throwing her naked body into Jeff's lap. "Come on, guys, start playin'."