Victoria Parker - The cousins eat out

Then she pulled on a tight pink sweater that came just to the top of her jeans skirt. She appraised her beauty in the motionless mirror. She liked what she saw. She sat down on the bed, stuck out her smooth, tanned legs, and put on a pair of pink heels, little two inch pumps.

She rode in a cab to Mr. Hart's house. She liked the power. She smiled to herself. She was being driven to see the handsome man who had been so hot about her.

The cab rolled into a long drive, up through a grove of trees, and stopped in front of a large mansion. Tracey got out, paid the driver, and walked to the door.

She knocked and Mr. Hart opened the door. He wore a blue turtleneck and gray slacks. He smiled.

"I'm so glad you came," he said. "Come in."

Tracey followed him down a long hall that featured surrealistic art on the walls. He led her to the living room. He went to the bar and fixed himself a drink.

"Would you like something?" he asked.

"A Coke," Tracey said.

He dropped some ice into a tall glass, popped the top of a Coke and poured it. Then he handed Tracey two hundred-dollar bills and a fifty.

She took the money and put it in her purse. "Shall we take some pictures?"

"I guess that's what you want, huh?" Tracey asked.

Mr. Hart produced an expensive camera. Tracey stood at the bar. He moved away, focused and took a picture of her.

"Why don't you lean back against the bar?" Tracey put down her Coke and leaned on the bar. He took a picture.

"Pull your little skirt up a little," he said.

"You got lots of pictures of me with my skirt up, huh? My cheerleading skirt," Tracey said as she rumpled up her skin high on her thighs.

"Yes, I do… ah that's nice." He took another hot photo. "Now pull it all the way up."

"And show you my panties?"

"Yes."

Tracey pulled the blue denim skirt up on her hips, up over her pink panties. They were shaded brown at the crotch.

"Mmm, nice," Mr. Hart said, flashing off a couple pictures.

Tracey noticed that a huge bulge had appeared in the crotch of Mr. Hart's slacks. She smiled seductively.

"Sit down in that chair," he said.

She sat in a big leather chair.

"Slide down a little bit on it… yes, like that."

Tracey sat down and slid out to the edge, her skirt still high above her panties. He took a picture. She spread her legs, because she thought he'd like that, and he did. Her pink heels were flat on the floor.

She was stretched out on the edge of the chair. Her knees were cocked, her pink sweater ballooned against her big teen tits. She saw Mr. Hart's cock leap and thump in his crotch.

Then he had her stand up and take off her skirt. He took some pictures of her in her pink sweater and pink panties and pink high heels. Tracey was adorable, sexy, alluring. Her panties were very tight.

Mr. Hart suggested she take off the sweater, and Tracey pulled it off. She stood proudly in her pink bra and panties, her pink heels. He flashed off more pictures, then reloaded the camera.

"Why don't you take your panties down a little for me," he said.

"You said you just wanted sexy pictures, sir. You didn't tell me you wanted to see my cunt."

"Please?" he begged.

"Well, all right, just a little then," Tracey said, stripping her pants down on her thigh, showing him her marvelous, young pussy.

Her pussy was wet now. She was hot from seeing his cock looking so big in his slacks. Then she saw the spread of his jizz as he squirted in his pants. She liked that.

"Turn around," Mr. Hart said.

She did, bent over, and gave him a good shot at her fine ass.

"You have a fabulous ass, Tracey," he said. "Thanks, sir," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.

She put her hands on her knees and wiggled her ass for him. He shot several more pictures.

"Take your tits out of the bra!" he panted. "No!"

"Please."

"No!"

"I'll give you more money."

"Okay, then. I guess it's all right," Tracey said, cupping her fluffy, young tits and setting them up high over the top of her bra.

He took pictures.

Then he set the camera down and came over to her. He put his hands on her hips. Tracey pulled her panties back up.

"I guess you know I'm madly in love with you," he whispered, leaning in, kissing ha mouth.

"Love?"

"Yes, I'm crazy for you!"

His hand rubbed the crotch of her panties. Tracey felt the press of his prick against her as he held her tightly.

"I want you! I need you! I love you!" he groaned, his tongue licking her cherry-red lips.

"Sir, really?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you!" he gasped. His hand dipped into her pants.

"I don't think you should have your hand in my pants, sir!" Tracey whispered. "That wasn't part of the deal, was it?"

"Look, I'm gonna give you a thousand dollars all totaled, so let's just relax and enjoy this," Mr. Hart said.

"A thou…" Tracey gasped. "A thousand dollars? Well, okay, I guess you can be in my pants then."

His finger rubbed the slick lips of her cunt. "Oh, darling!" he whispered, his hand jiggling the crotch of her panties as he began fingerfucking her.

"Ooooh, whew! Sir!" Tracey moaned. He reached down and unzipped his fly with his free hand. He fumbled around and couldn't get his cock out. It was too big. He unbuckled his slacks and they fell to his ankles. He didn't wear shorts. His prick leaped at Tracey.

"Holy cow!" she screeched, looking down, seeing his massive cock. "Oh, wow! Jeez! Hey, sir!"

Mr. Hart had an enormous prick.

"Where did you get a cock that big?" Tracey asked, her eyes bugging at the huge prick.

He smiled, pleased she was so impressed with his fourteen-inch cock. The stalk wobbled between them. He pushed at her and the big hard-on hammered up against her belly.

They kissed again.

Mr. Hart backed off, kicked off his slacks, and took his shoes and socks off.

"Take it! Hold it!" he whispered. "Wow, boy. This is really big, Mr. Hart," Tracey said, reaching out, grabbing the huge cock. Her hand underhanded it, then her fingers curled over the top.

He slid his hand back between her legs, rubbing his fingers into the damp deliciousness of her panties. He rubbed her cunt. Tracey slid her hand on his prick, almost as if she were shaking dice at a Vegas table.

"You're beautiful," he said.

She looked up from his cock and saw a glint of admiration in his eyes.

"Really incredible! You've got it all!" he gasped.

"Thank you, sir!" Tracey whispered, then looked back to the enormous prick she had in her hot little hand.

"How big is this cock?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"It's gotta be the biggest in the world, huh?"

"Might be."

He slipped his hand into her panties. His fingers fucked around in the tight curls of her girlish cunt.

"Oh, my precious darling. Oh, how I love you!" he moaned.

His cock bulged in her hand. She squeezed his thick, thumping cockstalk.

He pulled her to him again. They kissed as they fondled each other's secret. Tracey was overwhelmed with his hot, huge cock. There seemed to be no end to it. She fluttered her fingers all up and down the tense, rigid prick-stalk.

Mr. Hart said. "I wanna take your panties off now."

He withdrew his hand from inside, then tugged the pink pants down her slick hips, down to her knees, her ankles, and Tracey lifted her feet so he could take them off.

"Oh, darling!" he gasped, feeling her legs and dipping to his knees. His lips smacked along her legs and thighs, then he planted a hot kiss on her cunt.

"Mmmmmm, ooooh!" Tracey moaned. He sucked her cunt with a wide-open, eager mouth, slurping on her delicious pussy. Then he stood up.

"Do that to me," he said.

Tracey bent over. She dipped down and kissed the tip of his huge cock. She licked her sweet tongue all over the fizzing prickhead. Then she sucked him into her mouth.