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.
Eugene was suddenly down on the floor of the little spaceship, down on his knees. He lifted Tracey's red skirt up her legs. She was holding onto the crossbar for ail she was worth, as the ship whirled up, down, and around and around. Eugene dipped into her panties, took out the cotton candy, and chomped it.
"Eugene, stop that now!"
He yanked her panties down around her ankles, took them off, and moved between her legs. He licked along her smooth thighs.
"Stop!" Tracey yelled, holding on.
He kissed her cunt.
"Wheeeee! Oh, whew!" Tracey hollered.
She had never had anyone kiss her pussy before, and now Eugene started licking her sweet, candy-delicious cunt. He lapped like a thirsty cow at her pussy.
"Oh, jeez!" Tracey panted, holding on for dear life to the crossbar. Her legs were spread wide.
Eugene was on his knees. He lifted her ass off the seat, cupped her asscheeks, and feasted on her cunt, licking, sucking, chewing, and munching at it.
"Ooooowwwweeeee!" Tracey shouted. "Oh, Eugene!"
"Mmmmm!" he murmured.
"Oh, damn you, Eugene!" Tracey whimpered, looking down, watching him eat her cunt and feeling the pull in her tummy each time the spaceship twirled up high, then swooped down low.
Never had darling Tracey ever felt anything so marvelous, so delightfully divine. Eugene's slurping, licking, and sucking drove her wild with ecstasy as she sat spread-legged in the twirling little spaceship.
He ate like a wild man at her crotch, lapping his wiggling tongue at her cunt. He slicked up and down her juicy, candy-sweet pussy.
"Oh, Eugene, you bad boy!" Tracey cried.
Then she felt her orgasm. The car knifed downward, and she cried. It was the most sensational thing she had ever experienced. Her climax shuddered her. She shook all over. She held on tightly, and Eugene brought her to the height of sexual satisfaction.
"Wheee, ahhh, ohhhh, ooooooh!" she squealed. "You dirty guy!"
Eugene made her shiver over and over with the incredible feelings of orgasm.
Then the car, the spaceship, started to slow down as the machine came to a stop. Eugene quickly pulled Tracey's pink panties back up her legs and sat down in the seat beside her. She tugged her skirt down, and the ride stopped.
They got off the ride.
"I never said you could do that to me," Tracey said.
They walked down the midway.
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"But you just did it. You didn't even ask me."
He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. "Here, that's for letting me suck you."
"Well, all right then," Tracey said, taking the money, still trembling.
They went to a booth and Eugene tried to knock over a stack of bottles for a prize.
"This is a fixed deal," he said. "The top bottles have lead in them, and they're tough to knock off the platform."
The carny barker said: "One throw for a quarter, two throws for fifty cents, three throws for a buck. If you spend a buck, and get all the bottles off the platform, you can win a radio, or a tape recorder. For fifty cents a big panda." Eugene gave the man a dollar. He threw and knocked three bottles off the board. The two top ones fell to the platform. His second throw got one of them, and his third, a mean fast-ball, knocked off the final one.
"Winner, big winner," the barker screeched. "Whaddya want?"
"Whatcha want, Tracey?" Eugene asked. She looked over the radios and tapes. She liked a small hand-sized tape recorder, and pointed to it. The corny took it off the shelf and gave it to her. She put it in her purse.
"That was good, Eugene. You really knew how to do that."
Then they went on three more rides, threw some darts, and bought two big foot-long hotdogs. They walked out of the midway toward the animal barns.
Eugene pulled Tracey into a small alley, then took her into one of the barns.
"I wanna feel your pussy!" he whispered.
"Not here," Tracey said.
"I won a tape recorder for you, didn't I?"
"Well, okay then, but I'm not done with my hotdog yet."
Eugene lifted her little red skirt, pulling it high on her juicy hips, up over her pink panties. He plunged his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties.
"I'm gonna take your panties down!" he whispered.
"What if someone comes?"
"It'll only be me," Eugene said.
They were in a dark, shady, musty corner of the cow barn. The smell of hay and manure was pungent in the air. Eugene rubbed her pussy with one hand and caressed her ass with the other.
"Okay, take 'em down for a minute them," Tracey said, biting into her hotdog.
Eugene knelt down and tugged her pink panties down around her knees. Then he spun her around and started raining tiny kisses on the sweet marble smoothness of her ass.
"What are you doing, Eugene?" Tracey asked, her mouth full of hotdog, bun and mustard.
He clutched her ass cheeks, pinched his fingers into the pliant lushness, and spread them flaring his tongue like a torch up and down the crack of Tracey's ass.
"Eugene!"
He lapped up and down the furry valley, and Tracey trembled with the delight that his tongue sent through her. She was again having a new experience, and a good one, too.
"Uhhhhh, oooooh!" Tracey cried. "My ass!"
Eugene's tongue moved up and down, up and down, up and down, then whirled like a spinning top at Tracey's tight asshole.
"Ahhhhh! Oh, jeez!" she gasped.
He had her asscheeks spread, pulling them apart, his face mashing into her marvelous, young ass, his tongue twirling on her asshole. Tracey shuddered, clutching at the barn wall for balance, setting her legs wider apart.
"You're licking my shitter, Eugene… oh wow!" she whispered. "Right here in this barn!"
She was hot as a firecracker, sizzling like the burning wick. Eugene worked hard to give her a real good rim-job and he was succeeding in grand style.
Tracey still held the foot-long hotdog, of which she had taken only one bite. Her cunt itched for action. She pulled the hotdog from the bun. It was all lathered with thick yellow mustard. She brought it down and stuck it in her pussy and started fucking herself with the slick hotdog.
The bun fell to the floor between her legs. Eugene was so intense about applying his fabulous tongue to her asshole that he didn't notice that Tracey was fucking her cunt with the long, rubbery hotdog.
"Ah, boy! Whewwwww, jeez." Tracey cried again and again, as Eugene's wild tongue flittered and fluttered an her shithole.
Tracey had a good grip on one end of the long weenie, and she slicked it in and out of her pussy. It felt real good. She liked Eugene's tongue whirling on her asshole, and she loved the weenie fucking in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, Eugene, you are really lickin' my ass!" she whimpered, fucking the weenie in and out of her cunt. Then the first tingle of satisfaction gripped her. She shuddered violently and stiffened. Eugene knew she was going to cum. He moved his tongue in a furious spiral at her little asshole.
"Ah, ooof!" Tracey gasped. "Ah, shit! Eugene!"
Then she came.
Sweet vibrating ecstasy spread through her fine, young body. She twittered and shivered with pure delight as Eugene licked her, and she fucked the weenie in and out of her pussy.
Eugene finally turned her around. Tracey fell back against the wall. The weenie stuck out from her pussy. He began to nibble the pussyjuice-soaked hotdog, biting down on it, eating it away until he had eaten down to her cunt. Then he opened his mouth, sucked her cunt, and began nibbling.
"You dirty guy! You're chewin' my cunt!" Tracey whispered, standing over him.
She reached under her sweater and cupped her big tits, squeezing them, playing with them as she looked down at Eugene gobbling her cunt.
It didn't take long for little Tracey to cum again. The dampness of the barn, the forbidden act of Eugene on his knees in the dirt, eating away the weenie, then chewing her mustard sweet pussy, sent her trembling again, sent her over the edge.
She shook and tingled all over as the tickle of her climax gripped her. She pushed down on his shoulders for balance, bending over at the waist, enjoying the pureness of her orgasm.
Finally Eugene got up. His mouth had mustard on it.
Tracey leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath.
"How did you like that?" Eugene asked.
"You're a naughty guy, Eugene!" she whispered.
"Did you like it when I tickled your ass with my tongue."
"I guess."
"Come on, you liked it didn't you?"
"Yeah, I loved it Eugene," she said. Tracey pulled her panties back on, slipping her little red dress into place, and they walked out of the barn, back onto the midway, to the glittering glow of the fair, to have some more fun.