climax.
'Oh, God, I love to fuck…' Tracy whined.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Friday night, and Tracy had a date with Freddie. Ordinarily she would have been thrilled with the plans he'd made for the evening – the Junior Prom, followed by a good gorge at the drive-in, then maybe a private party or two. But all she felt was impatience to be alone with him. Did she ever have a surprise for Freddie!
Mom and Dad didn't approve of the dress she was wearing to the dance, but Tracy put her foot down and insisted on wearing it anyhow. After all, she'd sewn it herself. It was red, clinging, and very low cut, showing the ripe cleavage of her tits. Best of all, because the dress had only spaghetti straps, she couldn't wear a bra under it.
She twirled around before the bedroom mirror and watched her plump round tits bounce enticingly. The clinging material of the dress deliciously outlined her small round ass. She grinned wickedly at her reflection. This outfit really ought to blow Freddie's mind. He'd be climbing all over her in no time – and that was just what she wanted.
Tracy threw a red hand-made shawl over her shoulders before going out to the living room to wait for Freddie. No point in reminding her folks that she was practically naked under her sexy dress. They both gave her sour looks as she entered the room. Suddenly she felt sorry for them. They were so old-fashioned and uptight about sex, they'd probably never had any fun in their lives, not even when they were conceiving her. They probably regarded fucking as an unpleasant duty.
Her mother frowned and said. 'Now remember everything we told you, Tracy.'
'Yes, ma'am.' Tracy sighed.
'You better repeat it,' her father said. 'Just to be sure you remember.'
Tracy sighed again and chanted, 'No touching. No being alone together! Only one kiss, when he leaves me off at home.'
'Right,' Dad said. 'And be sure you keep to every one of those rules, or we'll forbid you to date.'
'Yes sir,' Tracy said wearily.
When she heard Freddie honk, she raced from the house, relieved to be away from the grim atmosphere. As she ran to the car, her shawl blew back and revealed her wobbling tits, bouncing crazily beneath the thin material of her dress. Freddie's eyes bugged out, and she was willing to bet he'd gotten a hard-on just from ogling her tits.
'Hi, Freddie,' she chirped as she hopped in beside him.
'Oh, wow, Tracy,' he said, his voice breaking in a horny croak. 'You look fantastic.'
The dance seemed endless, but she put her time to good use, doing everything she could to drive Freddie crazy with horniness. She blew in his ear, licked his neck, tongue-kissed him, and rubbed her crotch against his as they danced. Poor Freddie got hard-on after hard-on, blushing scarlet as he tried to hide them. His face was as red as his hair.
Finally they were driving away from the dance. 'Wanta grab something to eat?' Freddie said.
'No,' Tracy said. 'I'd rather park.'
Freddie almost ran off the road. He'd never seen Tracy this eager to make out. In fact he'd always make the first move, and then she'd fight him off. With hammering heart he drove to their usual parking spot, down a narrow dirt road and into a thick grove of trees. They were hidden from other cars, but moonlight got through, illuminating the front seat.
Freddie lunged for Tracy, folding her in his arms and jamming his tongue into her mouth. He waited for her to push him away and make some shy protest like she always did. Instead she put her arms around him and kissed him back, snaking her hot little tongue over his. Freddie immediately got his umpteentb hard-on of the night. His cock slammed into stiffness and oozed hot juice.
'Oh, shit Tracy. You really turn me on,' he moaned.
'You turn me on, too, Freddie,' she purred. 'Kiss me again.'
Could he be dreaming? As he eased his tongue back into her hot wet mouth, he decided he'd better make a test. The straps holding up her dress were fastened in a little bow behind her neck. He untied the bow and quickly pulled her dress down to her waist. Of course he'd noticed during the evening that she wasn't wearing a bra – Jesus, how he'd noticed! He clamped his palms over her naked tits.
'Mmmmmm, yes, Freddie, play with my tits,' she sighed.
Freddie damned near shot his wad. Kissing her feverishly, he began molding and squeezing the hot silky flesh of her tits. He felt her big pink nipples go stiff and pulsating. He squeezed her tits harder, and she jabbed her slick tongue deeper into his mouth and gave a muffled moan of pleasure.
Figuring he'd better enjoy himself before she came to her senses, Freddie leaned heavily against her, causing her to slump down on her back. He lay on her, molding and kneading her hot ripe tits, his bulging hard crotch grinding against her tender soft pussy mound. Tracy looked up at hi with big hot eyes, grinning wickedly.
'Mmmmmm, Freddie, I love it when you play with my tits,' she said huskily. 'Would you please lick and suck them, too?'
'Oh, wow, yeah!' Freddie exclaimed.
He could hardly believe the change in Tracy, but he sure wasn't complaining. He dipped his face down, stuck out his tongue, and began lashing her juicy erect nipples. Tracy gave a squeal of pleasure, and he felt her pussy mound pumping up and down against his bloated cock. Her hips were making an instinctive fucking motion that was driving him wild.
'Suck my tits, Freddie,' she moaned.
'Sure, baby,' he panted.
He caught one stiff throbbing nipple between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. He took the whole big pink bud and began sucking on it loudly and hungrily. Tracy squealed with excitement. Her pussy mound pushed and pumped against confined bloated cock. She acted as if she was just dying to fuck him. Of course that was too good to be true. He'd been trying to get into her pants for six months now with no success.
'Ooooooo, Freddie, that feels so good,' she moaned. 'Suck me, baby – suck!'
Freddie released one spit-soaked nipple and dived for the other. As he sucked it roughly into his boiling mouth, Tracy moaned with pleasure and pumped her mound even, harder against his swollen prick. Again Freddie almost came. Her shamelessly lusty behavior, her naughty words, were driving him crazy with horniness. He figured he could risk asking her to jack, him off tonight, something she'd always refused before.
He could risk a few other things, too, he decided. As he sucked hotly and loudly on her rigid sensitive nipple, he started pushing up the skirt of her dress. She didn't protest. He pushed it halfway up her thighs, then slipped his hand underneath. Still no resistance! Shivering with lusty excitement, Freddie slid his hand up her silky-skinned thigh, stealthily inching toward her pussy.
Freddie didn't know it, but as far as Tracy was concerned he could have moved his hand a lot faster. When she realized he was trying to feel her pussy, she almost moaned with excitement. She shivered lustily as his hand crept closer and closer to her panty crotch. He'd be surprised when he found it practically dripping with hot sticky cunt juice.
Still getting no resistance from Tracy, Freddie boldly thrust his hand the rest of the way up her skirt and touched the crotch of her panties. The cloth was soaking wet with pussy cream, and beneath it he could feel the fierce heat radiating from her slit. He pressed against her crotch, stimulating the swollen flesh inside and Tracy moaned.
'Ohhhhh, Freddie,' she said, 'you're getting me so excited.'
Freddie whipped his mouth off her soaked, rigid nipple and gave all his attention to touching her pussy. This was something she'd never let him do before. He kept rubbing the dripping crotch of her panties till she was writhing beneath him and moaning steadily. Then he sneaked a finger inside the crotch and touched the red-hot, puffy lips of her cunt. He rubbed and massaged the throbbing flesh, and Tracy felt pleasure jolting through her
