Victoria Parker: The cousins eat out

Eugene's prick splattered cum onto her panties. Big gobs of it ran down her young, tanned thighs. She continued to shudder beneath him as he fucked harder and faster, then finally collapsed on top of her, huffing and puffing, trying to calm himself down.

Tracey felt good all over. The toasty feeling of her climax had gripped her and taken her to an island of paradise, and she knew right then that she loved to cum, loved to feel the great feeling that had tingled her all over.

Eugene rolled off, and lay beside her on the grass. His cock finally started wilting. He was still panting hotly.

"We have to get back to the picnic, Eugene," Tracey said. "You gonna give me some money now?"

"Sure," he said, and pulled on his jeans, reaching into his pocket and taking out his wallet. He handed Tracey a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

Tracey stood up. Her panties were sopping. Spunk dribbled down her thighs onto her knees. Eugene handed her his hanky. She dabbed at the crotch of her panties, wiping the jizz from her pretty legs.

"I think you ruined my panties, Eugene! They're soaking wet all over with your stuff."

"I know, and I love that!" he whispered, fondling his prick. It hung out of the fly of his jeans. Tracey bent over to put on her jeans. Her ass looked good.

Eugene felt a twinge. His cock leaped in his hand.

"Boy you got a nice ass," he said. "Eugene, you stop talking like that," Tracey said, turning her head, catching him looking at her ass. She saw that he had his cock in his hand, that it was again rising to a creamy erection.

"Put that hard-on away, Eugene! We have to get back!"

"Just let me jerk-off to YOU."

"Jerk-off to me?"

"Yes, masturbate while I look at you," he said.

"No!"

"Please let me!" he pleaded, holding his prick in his hand.

Tracey stood before him, her jeans in her hand. She looked good in her wet pink panties and yellow camisole.

"I said no!"

"We can both masturbate."

"No, we gotta get back, Eugene!"

"I'll give you twenty dollars, Tracey!"

Eugene went over to Tracey. His hand slid between her legs. He rubbed the sopping crotch of her pink panties. He still had his prick in his hand.

"I'll come and take you to the fair next week if you will. I'll take you on all the rides, to the shows, and give you spending money."

"Well, jeez, Eugene! What do you want me to do?"

He stuck his hand down into her panties, through her fuzzy thatch of pussyhair. She shivered with glee as she watched his hand move in her panties. He shoved a finger into her cunt again.

"No, don't, Eugene!"

"Come on, let's get down on the ground and fuck."

"No!"

"Just for a minute!" he whispered, his knuckles bulging out the crotch of her panties, his finger fucking joyously in her young pussy.

"Uh-uh!"

"Just think! I'll take you to the fair, and I'll pay for everything – give you spending money. I know you like the fair and it's next week out at the fairgrounds."

"I wanna go, but I better not."

"We'll just fuck for a minutes that's all."

"I've never fucked, Eugene!" she whispered.

"Come on. I'll show you," he said, pulling down her panties. He knelt down and took them off. They were like a wet washrag in his hand.

He pulled Tracey down to the ground with him and laid her back on the grass again.

"How much spending money you gonna give me, Eugene?"

"I got lots of money saved for college! I'll give you lots!"

"How much?"

"Fifty dollars?"

He was on top of her now. His jeans were down around his ankles. Eugene guided his prick to her cunt and pushed his cockhead in.

"Ah!" Tracey gasped.

"I'm in there!" he whispered, and began a slow stroke.

"Ah, ah!" Tracey groaned.

She had never had a prick in her pussy. His cock was so hard and big in there, and it felt good. She spread her legs wide on the ground. Eugene fucked up and down slowly, sawing his cock in slushing strokes in and out of her tight cunt. His ass humped high.

"We're fucking," he said.

"Just for a minute!" Tracey moaned. "Yet, fuck for a minute." Tracey tucked her chin into her collarbone, looked down, and saw the slick slide of his prick connecting to her cunt. She watched the way it fucked in and out.

"Tell me I'm fuckin' you good!" Eugene whispered.

"You're fuckin' me good, Eugene!" Tracey whispered.

"Ah, yeah! Oh, baby! You're good, Tracey! You're a good fuck!"

"You minute is gonna be up soon," she said.

He fucked faster and harder, pounding his big hard cock into her cunt. His ass hammered hard on top of her, his balls smashed against her ass.

"Tell me you like to fuck, say that to me, Tracey!" Eugene gasped.

"No!"

"Come on, say it."

"No!"

"I'll give you five dollars! Say it!"

"I like to fuck, Eugene!"

"Again!"

"One more time then!" Tracey whispered. "I like to fuck!"

"That makes me so hot, Tracey."

She could feel how hot it made him, because his cock was as thick as a flashlight in her cunt. She could feel the throb of his prick on her cunt lips.

"We've done it a minute now, Eugene! Stop!"

Eugene was hot, and he hammered hard on top of her. He knew he could cum again. He needed to. He had been hot for his young cousin for two years. He'd dreamed of this moment, and he wasn't about to stop.

"Just keep fucking," Eugene said. "No, stop!"

But her hips were moving under him. Tracey's fine little ass was undulating beautifully against his punching prick. She had her arms around his neck.

Then she felt a tingle again. It happened just as Eugene unleashed a final load of spunk into her pussy. She felt the hot splash of his cum. She stiffened like an ironing board. She shuddered and her body vibrated. She loved the tickling sensation that ripped and quaked through her.

"I like to fuck, Eugene!" she cried. "I like to fuck! I like to fuck!"

Her experience with her cousin Eugene was not something young Tracey would ever forget. Those forbidden moments in the deep, damp shade of the pine trees along the lake, those passionate minutes in the weeds were now an exquisite memory, a flashback that would come screeching back over the years – and each time it did, Tracey would shiver with excitement.

She wondered if Eugene would keep his promise and take her to the fair. She would have to wait to find out, because school was starting and she had to concentrate on getting prepared, registered, and settled.

Since it was a Catholic school, Tracey had to wear a uniform. She put it on the first morning of school and looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't overjoyed about having to wear a uniform, the same attire every day, but she did figure it would save money on clothes.

Money! That was another thing. All the money Eugene had given her that day in the weeds. She had no idea money was so easy to make.

Tracey had slipped into the dark-blue skirt that had long pleats. It fit her well. It was very short, and the top fit tightly around her hips and down the slope of her ass. The skirt was no more than sixteen inches long. She added the white sweater that went with it, then put on the white wool knee socks. To this, she added blue and white saddle shoes.

Tracey tied her hair in a long ponytail, parting it down the middle and splaying out the lovely bangs across her forehead. Her thick, juicy lips worked well with her hair. Her whole face was enhanced.

She pulled up her blue skirt and snuggled into a pair of tight pink panties.

Did men like to look at her as Eugene had said? Tracey wondered. Did they get big hard-ons like he said? She found out soon enough, because she now kept her eyes open for such happenings, and the first day of school she noticed how all the boys looked at her. Even the teachers seemed to gaze at her body with hot eyes. Tracey liked the attention. In fact, she adored it.