Tracey was dressing for school. She sat on the edge of her bed in her knee socks and saddle shoes. Her gorgeous, tight young body glistened in the sunlight that blazed through her window.
"I've got a golden hand," she said, looking at her right hand. "I got a hundred-dollar bill from Eugene just from pumping him off."
She yawned. Her huge tits heaved upward, pointed into the sunlight that filtered her room like layered smoke. She lay back on the bed, her legs off the side, spread in a vee, her feet flat on the floor. Her ponytail splayed out behind her head.
"I think I'll give myself a little fingerfuck!" she whispered, her hand shoving up her thigh.
She rubbed her brown hair, her soft pussy. "Ammmm, aaah, that's nice!" she moaned, wiggling her hips, humping her fine ass off the bed.
She flipped her finger up and down the slit of her cunt, then spread her pussylips. She fingered in on the clit, rubbing it with the tip of her middle finger.
"Whoof! Whew! Yeahhhh," she groaned. "I'm gonna think about Mr. Dalton's beautiful cock."
She envisioned his big, lewd prick. She saw the stiff stalk shining in her mind like polished brass.
Her finger tapped her clit, rolled it, and fucked down on it. She tingled all over. She could have cum right away, but she held off, slowed down, took the edge off, and thought about the teacher's giant cock again. Then she speeded up, her finger doing a hot dance on her bristling clit. She jacked her flitting clit.
"Oh, shit!" she moaned. "I'd like to just paw all over that big cock!"
Tracey looked good on the bed, her legs wide, her feet on the floor, nude except for her blue knee socks and her blue and white saddle shoes. She undulated her hips off the bed. Her hand played circles on her cunt.
"I've got a golden hand. I can make myself cum, and I can make men cum."
Then she felt it. That sweet tickle.
"Ah, fuck!" she cried.
Her body froze.
Her legs went wider, as far as they could go. Her hips stopped in mid-air. Her finger did a diddle dance on her clit.
"Oh, oh oh!" she gasped.
Tracey thrust her hips higher.
The tickle turned into a twister of passion and emotion that flipped through her like a hot shot of power. She twitched. Her head moved from side to side.
"Ahhhh, ah!" she gasped, then fell back on the bed panting.
She got up and started to think about what kind of parities she would wear to school. Maybe Mr. Palmer will want to steal them from me, like he did the last time, she thought.
She selected a pair of baby-blue panties from her drawer and slipped them on. They looked good. The nylon was tight. She could see her brown cunt through the panties.
"Ah, mmmmm, these are good," she said. Then she found a matching bra. She put on her white sweater. Her tits looked scrumptious. She added her tiny blue skirt, rouged her cheeks, applied some pink lip gloss, and went downstairs.
Tracey's mom was having a bottle of gin for breakfast. She looked up at the adorable schoolgirl.
"If your grandparents didn't have money you wouldn't be going to a private school."
"So what? Who cares?" Tracey asked, swinging open the fridge door, peering in at some moldy cheese.
"You think you're real cute, don't you?" her mother asked.
"Oh stuff it," Tracey said, and left the house. As she walked to school, she thought about all the money she had been getting. She had it hidden in a jar in her room. She had spent an hour counting it and writing in her diary the night before. She liked the turn in her life. She liked the excitement, the power she had over all the men who seemed so interested in her beauty and body.
She arrived early at school and walked up the stairs to the second floor. She was headed for Mr. Dalton's office, to get some more money he had promised her. She knocked on the office door.
"Come in."
"Hi," Tracey said.
"Oh, good morning," Mr. Dalton said, leaning back in his chair. "You are a nice sight for my eyes this early morning."
"Well… ah, you told me to stop by. You were gonna give me some more money, remember?"
"I certainly do," he said.
He pulled his wallet out and laid a fifty-dollar bill on the desk. Tracey grabbed it and put the money in her purse.
"You look nice today," he said.
"You think so, Mr. Dalton?" Tracey asked. "Uh-huh. Why don't we have a little fun before school starts?"
"What kinda fun, sir?"
His cock thumped wildly in his jeans. He wore a brown tweed jacket, white shirt, tie, and brown loafers. Tracey saw the curling bulge pulse against the tightness of the jeans.
"Say, you're real hot this morning, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"You gonna want me to be dirty again for you?"
"Last time you said you would lick it and give me a hand-job!"
"I did, didn't I?"
Mr. Dalton unzipped his jeans and pulled them down around his ankles. His monster prick thrummed back, punched upward, and sprinkled a dew of cum from the piping-hot cockhead.
"Wow! It's so big," Tracey gasped, again amazed at the length of Mr. Dalton's handsome cock.
"Why don't you pull your skirt up for me, Tracey?"
"Like this?" she asked, moving to his chair, standing next to him, raising the little skirt up over her blue panties, letting the teacher have a good look.
"Yes, like that, dear," he said.
"You gonna pay me for this?" she asked.
"Indeed I will."
He reached out and stuck his hand between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her blue panties. Tracey cocked her knees outward, her legs apart, and humped her hips slowly against the push of Mr. Dalton's hand.
His other hand was busy jerking slowly on the stalk of his prick, giving it a slow rubbing stroke.
"Such a nice, little pussy!" he whispered, reaching up, dipping into her panties, sucking his hand down into her pussy.
"Whew, you are hot," Tracey said. She reached down and flubbed her fingertips over the gop of cum that caked the top of his cock.
"Lick it!" he commanded, taking his hand off his cock, removing his other hand from her panties.
"Okay," she said, and bent over at the waist. She clutched his cock at the base with one hand, putting her other hand on his cock, then ducking down to his prick. She spit on the tip, then flicked her tongue over the big pricktip, licking slowly, her tongue doing a nifty swirl.
"Ah, baby!" he panted.
She puckered her lips and kissed his prick, then she tongued down the long, shimmering cockstalk, flapping her darling tongue against his thick prick.
"Ah, darling!"
Tracey grabbed the huge erection with both hands. Her lips sealed over the pricktip. Her cheeks sucked in. She dipped down. Her head bobbed. Her ponytails swung forward. It looked good. His huge cock was deep in her mouth. She sucked hotly.
"Mmmm, ooooo, whewww, Tracey!" Mr. Dalton groaned. "You do that so damn good!"
Mr. Dalton reached out and stuck his hand up under her skirt. He lifted the pleats and slid his fingers into the soft, dewy goodness of her panties.
Tracey stood, bent at the waist, ducking down, her head bobbing. She looked beautiful with a prick in her mouth. Mr. Dalton watched her suck.
She held his huge thick prick with both hands as she dipped and dropped on the bulging stalk. Her pretty, red-rouged cheeks were gifted with caved-in dimples as she slurped on his ever hardening cock.
"You sweet cocksucker!" he whispered.
Tracey pulled up, took his cock out of her mouth, and swirled her spitty tongue over the glistening, creamy cockhead. She glanced up at her teacher and saw the pleasure on his handsome face.
"I'll give you a good hand-job now!" she moaned, moving her hand up his cock, gripping it, beginning a cute little jack-stroke.
Mr. Dalton slid down in his chair.
Tracey jerked with a good stroke. Her hand jacked body, quickly, with fast little jerks.
"AIX, sweetheart!" he cried, rubbing faster on the crotch of her panties. "Jerk me!"
"That's what I'm doin', sir."
"Oh, man, you do that good!" he groaned, leaning back, enjoying the thrill of Tracey's hot hand action.
The darling schoolgirl had developed a fabulous jack-stroke, a hot hand, and she was applying the magic to the lovesick teacher.
"I have to move over to the side here," she said, pulling away from his cunt-rubbing hand. "I'll stand beside you, because when you shoot, I don't want to get it all over my clothes. I have to go to class."
Mr. Dalton reached out and fanned his hand up under her skirt and palmed her ass. Tracey stood off the side, bent over, her hand hammering his big prick.
"What an ass!" the hot teacher huffed.
"Good ass, huh?" Tracey whispered, watching her hand.
"Best – the best ass I've ever seen," he said.
"You like this hand-job I'm giving you?"
"Oh, darling, it's wonderful. Pump me faster, harder!"
"Okay, then," Tracey said, and her hand became a blazing blur on Mr. Dalton's super cock. She felt it fatten in her grip. The cockhead bulged and he came. A stream of hot, thick cream shot high into the air.
"Tracey!" Mr. Dalton panted. "Ooooooh, ahhh!"
His squirting prick unleashed a sweet shower of cum.
Tracey pumped faster, harder, pumping him dry. He fell back in his chair. She removed her hand, which dripped with cum.
"Yeah, come back tomorrow and I'll have some more money, okay?" Mr. Dalton asked.
"Sure," Tracey said, straightening her skirt, walking to the door. She paused, looked back, and smiled.
"Don't forget to come back and get your money," Mr. Dalton said, his body heaving up and down on the chair as he tried to catch his breath.
"Oh, I'll come back, sir."
"Next time I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
"Not with that big, sticky cock," Tracey said, still smiling.
"We'll see!" he whispered.
"Yeah, we'll see," she said, wiggling her sweet ass.