Tracey lay back on the grass, catching her breath. Eugene sat beside her. Her little hand was soaked with cum. His finger dripped with her juices, and his cock was still hard.
"Now, let's fuck!" he whispered.
"No," Tracey said quickly.
"Well, let's at least dry-fuck then."
"Dry fuck?"
"Put your panties on. I'll fuck your panties."
"You're really naughty, Eugene, you know that?"
He grabbed her panties and handed them to her. She refused to take them. He slipped them over her tennis shoes and up her legs. He pulled them into place on her hips and ass. They were wet in spots where he had cum on them the first time Tracey had pumped him off.
Tracey lay on the grass in her pink panties and her tight, yellow camisole that bulged with her tits. Eugene got on top of her, between her legs. His cock was as stiff as iron. He lowered down, holding his prick, guiding it to the crotch of her panties.
She felt his cockhead punch against the soft nylon. She felt a tickle on her pussy. Eugene started fucking up and down on top of her.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Eugene!" Tracey whispered. "We oughta get back to the picnic!"
But she did like the way his cock pushed at her wet pussy, the way her panties became all soaked and sticky at the crotch. Eugene was in a frenzy.
"Wiggle your ass," he said.
"How?" Tracey asked.
"Bump it up and down!"
"Like this?"
"Yeah, yeah… oh yeah!" he cried, humping faster, his ass banging violently, his balls slapping against her fine little ass.
"We're fucking now," Eugene sighed.
"No, we're not," she said.
"Almost!"
"You're fuckin' my panties, that's all!" Tracey groaned, bouncing up and down under him as her cousin had instructed her to do.
He fucked his cock into the crotch of her panties, had a crease clit in them now, and Tracey felt the tip of his cock rubbing her little clit through the nylon.
"Oh, jeez!" she gasped delightedly.
"You like this, don't you?" Eugene asked.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, it's… it's…"
"Good, that's what it is, huh?"
"Yeah, good, Eugene!"
"Fuck my panties, Eugene!"
"Again… oh, again, please!" he begged.
"Fuck my pink panties, Eugene?" Tracey whispered, a sweet smile on her lips.
"Oh, honey!" he cried, and hammered his ass like a jackhammer, rubbing the knob of his cock into the nylon crotch of her panties, fucking right against Tracey's little clit.
Eugene humped fast, moving up and down on top of Tracey. She squirmed her shoulders and head off a little to one side and looked back so she could watch the way his ass pounded her. To see his naked, humping ass excited and delighted her.
"One more time!" Eugene cried.
"Okay, fuck me! Fuck my panties, Eugene!" Tracey moaned, liking the sound of the words. She had never talked this way before, but it strangely ignited her passion.
She knew she shouldn't say such words, but Eugene wanted her to. She slithered under him, lifting her beautiful little ass off the grass and bouncing her hips up at his plunging prick.
"Oh, Tracey!" he groaned. "Oh, oh, oh, sweetheart!"
"You shouldn't call me sweetheart," Tracey said.
"But that's what you are!" he whimpered, fucking and pumping his hard, young cock at her pantied crotch. Her pants were all gooey and soft. His prick was wedged into the nylon, and he fucked it harder and deeper into the softness.
"Say it one more time, Tracey!" Eugene whispered.
"No, that's enough!"
"Please, I'll give you five dollars."
"Okay, fuck me! Fuck my panties! Fuck my panties, Eugene!" Tracey yelped.
He stiffened and his ass hammered harder, jabbing his cock into her panties. He came, a gusher of sweet jizz spilling into the thin panties, squirting all over Tracey's thighs, splashing hot and creamy at her crotch.
"Ah, oh!" he screamed. "Ahhhh, I'm shooting!"
"You're shootin… all your stuff…"
Tracey's words trailed off into a sobbing whisper as she came with him. It happened fast. The hot tickle on her clit overwhelmed her and she stiffened below him, her ass in the air as she vibrated through a brilliant, beautiful orgasm.
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!"