Hot daughter peeps

CHAPTER THREE

Tracy took another long peek. She kept her body hidden, just in case the man turned and looked her way, and her eyes roamed freely. Now she noticed how much hair he had on his legs and chest and pubic area. And she gazed a long time at the way his fist pumped up and down on his rigid cock. It was a big, thick cock.

It's wet, she said to herself. The top of it was all wet. For some unknown reason, that excited her. Her heart beat faster and harder. Blood rushed in her head. She tried to swallow and she almost choked because her throat was suddenly very dry. She licked her lips as she watched the man jerk his prick.

Her left hand rose to her taut young tits and her fingers toyed with her spiking pink nipples. Her right hand slithered down her belly and her fingers delved into her open, wet pussy. Her knees began to shake and she felt weak all over. The mere sight of Mr. Benson pumping his prick was compelling and very disturbing.

"Ohhhh," she breathed hotly, eyes glued and fingers busy.

The tits she was playing with got as hot as the cunt she was rubbing. Then her whole body got warm and Tracy realized that she was horny, like on the bed. So this is what it's like to get turned on, she thought. Is this how Mom feels with that guy?

Her eyes traveled up to Al Benson's face and she blushed again, as if he could see her peeking. It was hard for her to imagine that that huge cock belonged to nice Mr. Benson. Were all cocks that big? Like in the pictures?

She tweaked a nipple and rubbed her clit. Good feelings ran through her. Then she shuddered a little, remembering that this was the man who had been staring at her lately. He had even invited her into his house just the other day. The invitation had frightened her, and now she wondered just what did he want that day.

Would he have done something to her? Would he have kissed her? Touched her? Felt her up? Did he want to see her naked? These questions filled her young mind as she watched him jerk off. They were burning questions for a young girl who was still a virgin.

She actually found herself thinking about visiting him, and the thought alone scared her half to death. What are you thinking about! she chided herself.

But the more she looked at his cock and the more she diddled her pussy, the less frightening was the idea. After all, he was a nice man. And he seemed to think she was very pretty.

But if she went over there, would he do things she didn't want him to do? Would he have to fuck her? What if they just kissed a little and sort of played with each other? Would he do that? He was a nice man. Maybe he'd even lick her pussy.

Tracy's hot thoughts were interrupted when Al Benson stirred a little on the sofa. She ducked her head back with her heart up in her throat again. What if he saw her peeking!

But when she looked again, he was still in the same position, face forward, fist slowly sliding up and down on his massive prick. It was at that moment that Tracy realized he wouldn't look her way at all. Now she saw that he was actually mesmerized by something. Then it dawned on her. Why, he's watching TV!

But what could be on TV that would make him jerk off like that? Burning with curiosity, she pranced into the living room and turned on the television. She searched the channels and found the six o'clock news on a lot of them. The others revealed nothing either.

How strange, she thought, turning the TV off. She walked back into her bedroom with a puzzled look on her pretty face. Her curiosity had to be satisfied. With that goal in mind, she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and slipped a T-shirt over her head. Barefoot and beautiful, she made her way through the kitchen and out the back door.

She stole quietly over the driveway to the ash cans. She stepped up on one and lifted herself up. Crouching low, she peeked over the sill of her neighbor's window. Holding her breath, she peered inside and saw that Mr. Benson was watching a fuck film on his TV.

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes went wide. Of course! He has a VCR! He's watching dirty movies! Oh, wow!

Her bright eyes glued to the TV screen and her heart raced behind her jutting tits as she watched men and women fuck and suck and moan and groan. It was like having a magazine picture come to life. It was exciting! So exciting that Tracy grabbed her crotch and mauled her pussy through her jeans.

That didn't do it for her, so she stuffed her hand down inside the jeans, then her fingers were able to fondle the hell out of her hot cunt. Staring at the horny action, she pressed her tits against the house and scraped her nipples there while she finger-fucked her pussy.

Over-aroused, Tracy lost all inhibitions and girlish reluctance. Impelled by a hot pussy and headful of sex, she jumped down from her peeking position and walked around the house to Al Benson's back door. She knocked.

She felt like a lamb entering a wolf's den, but the hotness of her cunt was stronger than her fear. She knocked again, breathing rapidly.

Al Benson came to the door finally, in his robe. His eyes lit up when he saw Tracy, with her tits protruding in a tight little T-shirt.

"Well, hello, Tracy," he said with a smile. "Hi, Mr. Benson. Could I borrow a cup of sugar?"

"Sure. Come on in."

She entered his kitchen and closed the door behind her. Al went to a cupboard and got a cup, and filled it with sugar.

Tracy had to deliver her message fast: "My mother won't be home until ten and I thought I'd have a cup of tea with sugar in it, but we ran out of sugar."

Al turned and looked at her, a small version of a big girl, shapely and mouth-watering. His cock hardened a little under his robe. He grit his teeth against the insane urge to deck her and rape the hell out of her young body.

"Here's your sugar," he said thickly.

Tracy took the cup in her small hand and set it on the table. She looked up at him with bright blue eyes and said, "I didn't really come over for sugar."

Al's Adam's apple bobbed. He almost choked on his tongue. "You didn't?"

"Then, why…"

Her hot pussy gave wings to her words. "I've seen how you look at me, Mr. Benson, and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking sexy things about me. Huh?"

"Well…"

"You don't have to be embarrassed. It makes me feel pretty, the way you look at me." She flashed him a smile. "And sexy, too. Am I sexy?"

"You're beautiful!" he gasped, afraid to believe his ears. His prick rose up and made a bump in the front of his robe.

Tracy heaved a sigh that made her tits rise up and point sharply. "I peeked in your window," she confessed.

"What? When?"

"Just a little while ago. I saw what you were watching. Can I watch TV with you?"

"Christ!" he groaned, his cock throbbing. "Are you serious?"

"Uh-huh," she smiled, then gave a little giggle that made his prick jump. "But don't get the wrong idea. I mean, I'm not a bad girl. I mean… if I thought you wouldn't…"

"Fuck you?" Al put in boldly.

"Yes. I'm a virgin, and I wouldn't want you to think that I…"

"I won't touch you!" Al blurted hotly. "It would be a pleasure just to have you watch it with me! Come on inside!"

Tracy's head pounded as she perched her cute little ass on Al Benson's sofa. He sat a few feet from her. She kept her eyes on the TV, now showing the news.

"Put it on," she said softly.

"Uhhhh, yeah, sure," Al stammered, still not quite sure what to believe.

He turned the VCR on. The news disappeared, and the fuck film he had been watching filled the screen. He glanced over at pretty Tracy and shook his head as if to clear it of cobwebs.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes," Tracy said. "I was just over there looking at some of my mom's naughty magazines. Then I saw what you were watching and I just had to see it!"

God damn! he thought hotly. And here he had been busting his balls to keep from scaring the kid! What an awakening! Sweet Tracy was a horny little bitch! And a virgin!

Tracy watched her first fuck film with the concentration she had used as a kid on cartoons. The males and females, fucking in rhythm with nice modern music, was enough to make her nipples stand up and her clit tingle. She got antsy after several minutes.

Without looking over at Al – she was a little afraid to be that bold – she said, "You can take your robe off if you want to."

"You saw that, too?" he choked.

She didn't say anything, just kept her eyes on the screen and the hot action. Al hesitated for a moment, just until he realized that Tracy actually wanted to see his cock. She was a virgin, he told himself, but she was naturally curious. Why not help the kid out?

He opened his robe and threw it wide. He leaned back and his prick stood up, tall and wet and throbbing. Tracy's eyes struggled to stay on the TV, but Al's naked prick was like a magnet. Her eyes darted over and gazed at him.

"Oh, wow!" she breathed.

Al felt more comfortable with her now. He smiled and slid his fist up and down on his hard-on.

"Is this the first cock you've ever seen?"

Tracy nodded slowly, unable to talk, her eyes glued to his swollen cock. To please her eyes, Al slowly jerked on his prick, displaying it for her edification. Having her look at it made it bigger than ever.

"I've never even seen a boy's," she confessed. Al chuckled lewdly. "So this is your night for sex education, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Tracy laughed. "It's been like that all week. The other afternoon, on the way home from school, I saw two dogs doing it. Then my mom went out, and I found her magazines and…"

"And, what?"

Tracy blushed. "Her vibrator."

"You did, huh? And what did you do with it?"

"I'd better not say," Tracy said. "And then you saw me?"

"Yes. I didn't mean to peek, but… well… I… never saw a man do that."

Al slid his fist up his cockshaft to his cockhead. "Does this excite you?"

"Yes."

"It would feel even better if you did it for me," Al told her.

"Oh, I couldn't!"

"Maybe if I got you in the mood," Al said. "What do you mean?"

"Like that man there. See what he's doing to the woman?"

"He's licking her tits," Tracy reported. "Yes. And I'd like to lick yours."

"And that's all?" Tracy asked fearfully. "Promise," Al said.

The promise did it.

"Okay," Tracy said.

Suddenly she hiked her T-shirt up in front. She bunched it up and held it high above her ripe, jutting, pink-tipped tits.

"Jesus!" Al groaned.

He leaned over to her and licked at her pink nipples with his thick tongue. Tracy whimpered immediately, and fed her tits to him. Al snuggled closer and lapped his hot tongue all over her taut, young tits.

"Oh, wow," Tracy breathed and, feeling safer with the nice man, settled back against the arm of the sofa.

Al caressed her naked ribs and sides and rubbed her tits hornily. Then he took a nipple between his teeth, very gently, and nibbled at her. He gave it a suck and Tracy moaned. Knowing then what the kid liked, he sucked the hell out of both nipples until Tracy was a trembling, moaning little nymph.

His mouth grew very wet on her tits and he licked and sucked to his bean's content. These were the tits he had seen grow day by day, week by week, month by month. Tracy's tits had been on his mind a lot lately.

He kissed, licked and sucked them like he loved them, and Tracy got the full benefit of his passion and adoration.

"Golly," she breathed after a while, "I didn't know it would feel that good…"

Her breath grew hotter by the minute and every once in a while her little ass squirmed on the sofa. Al's mouth was getting to her. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she glanced over at the TV.

"He's not licking her tits any more," she panted.

Al took a look at the guy with his face buried in the woman's bushy cunt.

"No," he said. "He's licking her pussy."

He looked at Tracy… breathing hotly and slumped on his sofa. Her hands had replaced his mouth. She had her tight young tits cupped in both hands, feeling them, fingers toying with her spiking pink nipples. His eyes met hers and an incredible heat arose between them.

Silently, slowly, carefully, he hooked his fingers into her jeans with one hand, and with the other he unzipped her. Tracy took a deep breath and waited.

He eased her jeans downward, below her navel. Tracy swallowed hard, nervously, but lifted her ass up off the sofa so he could take her pants off of her.

He peeled the tight jeans down her curvy young thighs and lovely legs. Tracy kicked a little at them as her excitement mounted. They dropped to the floor and she was splendidly naked from tits to toes.

Her eyes burned into him as her growing passion took over. As if she needed it more than anything else in the world, she slowly spread her cute legs and let Al see all of her horny little pussy.

"Want me to lick it for you?" he asked hotly.

"Yes," Tracy said weakly.

She riveted her eyes to the fuck-scenes on TV and surrendered her cunt to a man's hot tongue. The first lick of his tongue made her gasp. Her hands squeezed tightly on her tits and she stretched her leg farther out on the floor to fully expose her hot cunt.

She panted as Al licked his tongue up and down her cunt-crack, and she mowed when he inserted it between her tight pussy-lips. Al breathed hotly into her pussy-hair and shafted his tongue up into her juicy young cunt-hole. "Oh!" she cried.

Her eyes closed in rapture as the man licked all of his tongue into her cunt. This was the cunt Al had dreamed of. Now he attacked it with his lips and tongue and teeth. He foraged in her young crotch and enjoyed himself immensely. It was the youngest pussy he had ever eaten.

Tracy went crazy on the sofa. Her wildest dreams didn't match this overwhelming reality. Al's tongue drove her out of her mind with lust and need and horniness. She came alive for him, clutched her tits, humped her cunt, and begged for more in her sexual delirium.

"More! More!" she gasped hotly, pushing her pussy up at his mouth. "Ohhhh, Mr. Bensonnnn… that's amazing! Eweee, do more, do more! Oh, ohhh, ohhhh, my pussy's so hot and wet! More, more!"

To her horror, Al suddenly raised his face from her churning cunt.

"Oh!" she squealed. "Don't stop now! I'm gonna cum!"

"Will you suck my cock afterwards?" Al wanted to know. "And make me cum?"

Tracy's eyes went wide on the TV screen. A huge, cock was gushing violently, spitting giant wads of cock-cream.

"You mean… like that?" she gasped. "Yes, like that," Al rasped hotly. It was the first prick Tracy had ever seen shoot. It looked ominous.

Al gave her quivering little clit a nice lick. Tracy's ass jumped.

"Will you?" he prodded.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tracy cried after that lick. "Lick it again!"

"Are you going to suck me off later?" he asked.

Tracy hunched her hips and threw her cunt up at him, horny out of her young mind. She needed his tongue in her pussy if she was going to cum good.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Promise?" Al pressed on.

"Yes, yes, yessss! Oh, please, Mr. Benson. Don't tease me! Suck my pussy! Ohhh, make me cummm! I'll suck you, I'll suck you!"

With that promise, Al attacked her hot crotch again and ate her out. He filled her tight little cunt with his tongue and wiggled it until she came like crazy all over his mouth.

Her fingers clawed at her aching tits and she fucked her pussy on his drilling, plunging tongue. She came wetly, hotly, hornily, and then she knew for herself what those magazines and movies were all about.