Victoria Parker: The cousins eat out

"What?"

"I'd like to fuck you, Tracey."

"Better not, sir. It's too big, isn't it?"

"No!"

"Well, better not, sir. You can fuck my panties like that, though," she said.

"Just let me take them down, okay?"

"No!"

"I'll give you an A in class."

"An A? And I wouldn't have to do any homework and sniff?"

"No, you wouldn't – just let me take your panties down, dear."

"Well… I guess it's okay then." Mr. Palmer's hands shook as he removed her sweet yellow panties, pulling them down her thighs to her knees, and taking them off her ankles. He held them in one hand as he stood up and moved between her gorgeous, strong legs again. His cock wagged, wobbled and slapped at her lush thighs.

"You gonna stick your cock in me, sir?"

"Yes!"

"Not too far, huh?"

"Just a little, like this," he said, pushing his prick into her juicy little cunt.

"Oooooff!" Tracey gasped.

"Ah, darling, that's good," he said, beginning a slow, fluid fuck-stroke.

Mr. Palmer lifted her legs, hung them up over his shoulders, and began fucking in and out, sawing his huge cock into her pussy.

"We're fuckin', Tracey!" he whispered. "I know," she mumbled, still watching the slick slide of his thick prick as it slushed in and out of her hot little cunt.

"This is wonderful," he said, shoving three more inches of cock into her cunt.

"Ah, oooooh," Tracey moaned.

He held her legs high. His balls banged her ass and his prick filled her tight cunt. The slide of it made slurping, gooey noises.

He hammered his ass harder, fucking her real good, and Tracey liked it. She shivered with delight, joy, and excellent ecstasy.

"You're really fucking me, sir! You're really fucking me now!"

"Oh, yes, and isn't it wonderful?"

"Uh-huh!"

"And you'll let me keep your panties, too? Won't you?"

"Keep my panties?"

"Yes, I want them! I wanna fuck them when I can't fuck you!"

"Whew, wow! You are bad, sir!"

"Now we're fucking good, aren't we, Tracey?"

"Yes!"

"You like it don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You're a good fucker, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said. His prick hammered her cunt. The cock stalk bulged. The heat of his stroke overwhelmed her and the tickle of a climax began deep inside her. A tingling gripped her. She threw her head back on his desk, her ponytail swishing from side to side as she twisted under him.

Mr. Palmer came, unloading a huge spray of jism into her pussy.

"And oh, sweet baby!" he cried.

"Ohhhhh, sir!" Tracey sobbed.

"I'm shooting!" he yelled.

"I know you are! I know!"

"You, too?"

"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!" Tracey gasped. "Oh, yeahhhhh!"

Beautiful young Tracey sat in her room the Friday night after the first week of school wearing a pretty pink nightie and pink bikini panties. She was writing her diary all about Mr. Palmer and what had happened at school.

She wondered if Eugene was going to take her to the fair, as he had promised.

Her mother, who had been drinking gin and watching TV, called from below. "Phone for you, Tracey."

"Okay!"

She went to the hall and answered the phone. It was Eugene.

"Still wanna go to the fair?" he asked.

"Sure!"

"Okay, how about if I come by and pick you up tomorrow in the evening, then we'll go."

"Sounds great," Tracey said.

She hung up and her mother yelled: "Who was it?"

"Eugene! He's taking me to the fair tomorrow."

"That's nice," her mother called. "He's such a nice boy."

Tracey slipped into a fresh, pretty pair of pink panties, hooked her swelling teen tits into a lacy pink bra, then combed her hair. She stood in front of the mirror, her hair full and shiny. Tracey admired her excellent body. Her hand slid down and she patted her pussy. She smiled.

She put her hair into a ponytail, then she looked in her closet. She selected a red denim mini-skirt and put it on, zipped it up, and liked the way it hugged her hips and ass. She added a stretch-to-fit yellow top that created a sexy second-skin look, and left her belly bare, showing about three inches of tanned skin from the bottom of the top to the top of her skirt.

Tracey put on a pair of red tennis shoes. Then she added red lipstick and a little blush to her cheeks.

Tracey looked gorgeous, and when Eugene called for her, his eyes bugged out.

They got in his pick-up truck and headed for the fair.

"Boy, you look good, Tracey," Eugene said.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

He moved his hand across the seat and felt her leg, just below the hem of her skirt.

"Don't, Eugene!"

"I can't help it, look, you got me hard," he said.

Tracey looked over and saw a big spike in his jeans. His cock had erected and was punching upward.

"Jeez, Eugene!"

"Play with it," he said.

"No, not in the truck like this."

"Come on!"

"You said you were gonna give me lots of money to spend at the fair."

"How much?"

"Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and a ten. "Thirty dollars!"

Tracey took the money, put it in her little white purse, and laid it back on the seat.

"Look," Eugene said, unzipping his fly. "See how hard it gets around you."

Tracey reached over and clutched his cock. "You like it when I play with your cock, don't you, Eugene?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Want me to pump on this hard thing?"

"Please!"

"No, not in the truck."

She squeezed though. She liked the warm feel of the erection in her hand. Tracey pumped down, then up.

"That's enough, Eugene," she said. "Look, we're almost at the fairgrounds. Put that thing away."

Eugene locked up his hard cock.

They got out of the truck and Eugene paid their way into the fair.

"I'm gonna pay for everything," Eugene said, slipping his arm around Tracey's little waist. His hand moved lower and his fingers crept over the curve of her ass.

"Don't, Eugene! Not here, with people around!" Tracey gasped.

"I'm so damn horny for you!"

"Horny?"

"Hot for you…"

"Oh, look. I want some cotton candy," Tracey said, seeing the bright white and red stand.

They went up and Eugene bought her a big glob of pink cotton candy on a stick. Tracey licked and bit on the gooey candy as they walked, which inflamed Eugene and made him hotter for her.

"Oh, Tracey!" he gasped, and pulled her in behind a tent, back into the dark shadows of the midway.

"Eugene!" Tracey protested.

He grabbed a handful of cotton candy.

"Put this in your panties."

"Huh?"

"Put it in your panties, then later I'll eat it."

"Eugene, I swear, you are crazy."

"Come an, you know I'll give you something later."

"In my pants?" she asked. "Yeah!"

"Well, okay. All right," Tracey said.

She hiked up her little red skirt over her pink panties.

"Gimmie it," she said.

Tracey took a gob of cotton candy from Eugene. She slipped it down into the crotch of her panties.

"There," she said, and pulled her skirt down.

"I'll tell you when I'm hungry for it!" he whispered, his hand reaching out, feeling her ass.

"Stop that! Let's go on some rides and stuff," Tracey said.

Eugene took her back onto the midway and the mustard smell of the carnival night, the clank and clang of the ferris wheel, the churning whirl of the merry-go-round, the hum of the midway lights.

"God, I can't believe I'm walking around with cotton candy in my panties!" Tracey whispered.

"I can't wait to eat it," Eugene said.

"Oh, look!" Tracey cried. "Let's go on that!"

It was a huge spinning machine with big long spokes sticking out and little torpedo-like cars on the end. Eugene bought tickets and they got in the metal car, puffing the top over them, huddling together, and fastening their seat belts. The spoke began turning, slow at first, then faster and faster.