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.
During her first class in English, she could see that the teacher, Mr. Palmer, liked her. He seemed to play to her as he lectured about modern literature, about poetry.
"There is no good poetry," he said. "Unless of course we include Anne Sexton."
Tracey took notes and cuddled at her desk, her legs crossed, a raving teen beauty. After class, she gathered her books and was about to leave when Mr. Palmer called her over.
"You seemed very interested in what I was saying, Miss Lawton."
"Oh, yes, sir."
"Are you interested in literature?"
"Sure."
She saw his eyes drop to her while sweater and stare at the push of her little tits. She smiled.
"Perhaps we can discuss it more sometime," he said.
"Oh, sure, ski I'd like to!"
Mr. Palmer was so excited by the young girl that he had all he could do to stop himself from grabbing her and kissing her sweet, luscious pink lips.
Tracey could tell how hot he was for her, and she absolutely loved it.
My teacher has the hots for me, she thought as she stood there.
"You are a lovely young lady," he said. "Thank you, sir. If you gave me twenty dollars I'd let you kiss me."
Mr. Palmer was stunned. Never, in all his years of teaching, had he ever had such a proposal.
"Why… why… of course I'd like to kiss you," he gasped.
He reached into his pocket, took his wallet out, and fished for a twenty. He found one and handed it to Tracey. She took it, loving his trembling hand, his hotness for her.
Mr. Palmer was forty. He had sandy hair, flecked with gray at the sides. He was very handsome, lean, over six feet, and he radiated a jagged, rough kind of attractiveness. He wore gray slacks, black shoes, a blue blazer, and a light-blue buttoned-down oxford shirt with a blue and red tie.
He took Tracey in his arms, he held her close, tilted her chin, and kissed her warmly, his tongue licking over her pink-glossed lips, which tasted like sweet, fresh bubble gum.
Tracey couldn't believe how easy it was to make Mr. Palmer give her money for a kiss. She liked the power she had suddenly found, the allure and magnetism of her beauty and fine body.
Mr. Palmer squeezed her tighter. She felt his cock harden against her, and she knew right away it was bigger thin her cousin's. His hands fluttered down her back and plunged into the blue pleats of her skirt. He fanned his palms over the round plumpness of her tight ass.
He cupped her asscheeks and squeezed, pulling her to him, against his bulging cock. His mouth opened wider and he shoved his tongue into the bubbling warmth of Tracey's mouth, tasting the bubble gum she had been chewing.
"Want my bubble gum?" Tracey asked between smacks of his mouth and the press and wiggle of his tongue.
"Oh, yes!" he whispered.
She pushed her tongue out with her gum sitting on the tip. Mr. Palmer sucked it off. He chewed on it, then kissed her again. His hands danced on Tracey's amazing young ass. His cock throbbed and pounded against her belly.
He lifted her skirt up from behind and got it up over her little yellow panties. He cupped his hands on her ass and felt the smooth roundness of her ass cheeks through the thin nylon.
Tracey was excited by the hardness of his prick, the rugged handsomeness of his maturity. She pressed against his hard prick.
Mr. Palmer thrust a hand around front and slicked it up her thighs toward her pussy.
"Uh-uh, no! Not there!" Tracey whispered. "Oh, but my dear darling. I'm so hot for you, can't you tell how hot I am for you?"
"Yes!"
"Then let me get into your panties."
"No!"
"I'll give you another twenty," he said quickly.
"Well, I guess I can show you mine and you can show me yours then," she said, looking up at him, seeing the wrinkles of passion creasing his handsome face.
"Yes, by all means. Let's do that," he said.
Mr. Palmer took off his blazer, unzipped his fly, and withdrew his prick. It was a solid, hard nine inches. The stalk was thick and round, the cock head red, like a polished apple.
Tracey gasped at the sight of such a huge cock. The skin was tight, and she could see the big prick throb. Her mouth hung open in amazement.
"Oh, wow!" Tracey gasped, staring at the huge cock sticking out of Mr. Palmer's fly as it lifted upward, bending in an upward curl near the end.
"Okay, show me yours, Tracey," he said. She lifted the hem of her blue skirt, pulled it up around her hips, held it there with her elbows as she peeled her sweet, yellow panties, down on her thighs, and showed Mr. Palmer her magnificent pussy.
"There," she said.
"Oh, yes, very nice!" he whispered, his voice hot, trembling.
He reached out and patted her pussy. Tracey reached for his cock, grasped it, and gripped the throbbing hard-on tightly.
"Mmmmm, feels good, huh?" Mr. Palmer asked.
"Uh-huh!" she groaned, still staring at the huge erection he offered to her.
Her hand tightened on his huge, thick prick. She loved the feel of the rigid cock stalk in her grasp. She liked how the prickhead expanded when she tightened her grip.
He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his hand rubbing on the fuzzy delight between her legs. She held her skirt up with one hand and had an underhanded grip on his cock with the other.
"It's very big!" Tracey exclaimed.
"It's big for you."
She remembered how Eugene had said he was hard for her also. And she wondered about that, wondering if men got hard just thinking about her.
"It got all big like that because of me?" Tracey asked, moving her hand over and along his big long cock, pressing down on the top of it. She let go, and the huge prick snapped up and wobbled tremulously.
"Ah!" she gasped, again surprised at the enormous length of the shining erection.
"Yes it did, just seeing you in class sitting in that little desk. You looked so good."
"Did I?"
"Yes," he said, still rubbing her pussy. Tracey took his hand away. "Uh-uh, better not, sir."
"Oh, please!"
"No!" she whispered. "That's enough, we just said we were gonna show each other!"
"But, can't I feel it, can't you feel my prick? Just look how it's throbbing for you!"
"Yeah, I see."
"Lemme in your panties."
"Better not."
"I'll give you another twenty dollars!" Mr. Palmer whispered.
Tracey didn't know if he meant that he wanted to put his hand in her panties or his big, pulsing prick.
"I guess you could fuck my panties if you want to," she said.
"Oh, what a marvelous idea!" he gasped. "Yes, let's!"
He took out another twenty and handed it to her. Tracey put the bill in her purse and again lifted the hem of her little blue skirt.
"I have an idea," he said. "Here, you sit on my desk. Yeah, up like that."
Mr. Palmer helped lift the darling girl onto his desk. She sat on the edge, her skirt up at her waist. He moved between her legs, clutching his cock and guiding the big prickhead to the crotch of her yellow panties. He began jerking his cock and mashing the tip into her panties.
Tracey watched how he slowly jacked on his cock, punching the big, round cockhead at her pussy, into her yellow panties. Her legs were spread wide, hanging off the desk. Then she leaned back an her elbows, chin down, still watching Mr. Palmer jerk-off into her panties.
Mr. Palmer dropped his pants. He had no shorts on. His cock, so long and big, with the curl an the end, pushed into her thin panties.
"Oh darling," he said. "You're so beautiful, so fine."
Tracey gave him a sweet little grin as she looked into his handsome face. He put his cock on the crotch of her panties and began rubbing the underside of the cock stalk on her pussy, patting it wildly.
"Wow!" Tracey groaned. "You're beating it against my panties!"
"Yes, and I'd like to do more."
"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!"