Mom and her dog

CHAPTER TWO

Traci felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness spreading out from her belly down to her fat, swollen cuntlips. It seemed that only her clit and nipples were hard, itching, throbbing things driving her half mad. Don had her pressed up against the refrigerator, his hands smoothing up and down her side. At times his fingers played dangerously with the straps holding up her halter. Oh, he was touching her with his crotch, rubbing his hard cock against her pussy. Traci sucked in a shuddering breath. That pressure against the damp front of her bikini bottoms made her clit sputter. Hot streams of fuck oil oozed from her velvety moist cunt lining, wetting down the sheer material of her bikini bottoms. It clung tenaciously to her outer cuntlips, feeling sticky, uncomfortable.

"I want you, baby… want to do wild things to you. I think you feel the same way," Don said, dropping his head to the nape of her neck. He started kissing her narrow shoulders, running his tongue over her salty flesh. Traci groaned, quivering as she felt that iron-hard cock brushing against the mound between her legs. Her ass muscles tensed, flexing, moving her thighs seductively between his legs. She wanted him. Oh God, how she wanted to feel him fucking her. All her fantasies were coming out now, dancing in front of her confused mind, telling her to give in and let him fuck her. Surely her mother wouldn't be coming home for hours. That would be more than enough time for her and this stranger to fuck, to realize what potential she had burning in her pussy.

Don's lips nuzzled into her neck, his hot breath blowing through her hair. Traci felt her ear grow hot and ticklish. His breath and his words about what he was going to do to her made her shiver. Her body was alive to his slightest touch. "Baby, baby…" Don moaned.

He was moving his face over to hers, holding her by the chin. Traci closed her eyes, feeling his breath blowing over her cheeks and mouth. Then he was kissing her, pushing his tongue between her lips, wiggling it back and forth while holding her tightly with his free arm.

For a while Traci struggled against his tongue, feeling it was dirty to respond to something that exciting. But then her desires took over. She wasn't Traci, the virgin, any longer. Slowly she opened her mouth under the pressure. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat the girl felt him pulling her pussylips apart. He had his hands under her ass, working his fingers across the flesh at the edge of her bottoms. Every time he tensed his fingers and squeezed, the valley running between her legs pulled open. Before she could say anything Don wriggled two fingers under the hem of her bathing suit. As they rubbed over the silky flesh between her ass and cunt Traci started moaning. Chilly, feverish flashes drove her wild.

"I'm not gonna fuck you in here," Don said, pulling away from her.

"No… no fuck," she panted, resting her head against his chest.

"Right, no fuck. And you can't even walk," Don said, too hot to laugh.

Reaching down he scooped up the young woman and carried her back to the dining room.

"Bedroom down this way?" he asked, his breathing short and uneven.

Traci hooked her arms around his neck, opening her eyes and nodding. Oh, what was she doing? She was encouraging him, telling him where he could fuck her. Surely she should be fighting him off, screaming for the neighbors. But instead she clung helplessly to the big man, whimpering like a drowning kitten as they moved down the darkened hallway to her bedroom.

What happened next was something of a blur. Traci spotted her bedroom, remembered being carried through the doorway and laid down gently on her queen-sized bed. Don reached around and shut the door, bolting it locked before returning to her side.

"Now, baby, now for the time of you fuckin' life," Don breathed.

He settled on top of her like some sort of demon from hell out to take her soul. He was kissing her, tonguing her throat. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and slurped, Traci could feel eight inches of hot cockmeat pressing against the front of her bathing suit. Only two thin pieces of material kept that thing from fucking her, from popping her cherry. Stories about all the pain and blood terrified her. Quickly she jerked her arms up, pressing her fingers against his broad chest.

"No, no!" she pleaded again, tearing her lips from his. "I… I don't want to… don't…"

But Don was too insistent, working his fingers greedily over her fat cuntlips, milking the rubbery, slick edges together. It was too much for the girl to stand. She was wondering how that cock would feel pushing inside her body. And thinking about it made her want it. Through the red hot haze filling her mind she remembered, however, her mother's threatening words. Her mother had said she'd throw Traci out if ever she discovered her daughter fooling around before she was eighteen.

"Stop it! Oh please."

But there wasn't an ounce of truth in what she was saying. Those hands on her cunt moved, squeezing her cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds against her clit. It was something the girl had never experienced. Traci gasped, throwing her head back into the pillow, rocking her hips from side to side.

"Nice, nice and hot pussy," Don moaned.

Traci heard that word, blushed at the thought he was saying it while feeling her cunt. Creamy foam started dripping from between his fingers as he worked those cuntlips faster and faster against one another. Traci thought she was going to pass out from the excitement and the embarrassment.

"No!" she gasped frantically. Don was trying to take the bottoms of her bikini off. She pushed her ass down in the bed, her eyelids fluttering while she squirmed uneasily under him. He tugged down, but the bottoms held firm.

"Come on, baby, loosen up," Don hissed, curling his fingers into a fist and tearing down.

Traci cried out, hearing the material rip. Her cunt was naked! Then she felt the warmth of his hands again, his fingers working between her legs, finally cupping her pussy again.

"Nice pussy," he whispered, massaging it with sure, tight strokes.

In an instant the girl felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her thighs. She was spread open, naked, exposed, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunt running with hot fuck juice, greasing down her thighs.

"That's your cunt, baby, a nice hot cunt you've been protectin' for years. And that's the thing I'm gonna split wide open with my prick," Don whispered, kissing her passionately again. This time the big man worked a finger into her hole, scraping the sensitive, slick membranes of her cunt sheath with the tip.

"Oh God, God," she moaned.

"And now for these," Don said, rearing back his head and staring at her big tits.

"Don't!"

Don latched onto both tits and squeezed hard while moving his hands to either side of her body. Again Traci heard the tearing sound of material. He had ripped her halter to pieces, the cups falling uselessly to the mattress. She was completely stripped now.

"Wanna see me?"

"No, no!" she cried, her eyes widening as Don moved back and stood up on the bed. It was grotesque, him spread-legged in front of her, his hands pushing down his bathing suit. In the dark the girl saw something very, very long and thick springing out from his bathing suit, sticking out like a pole and bobbing up and down. His cock, the thing he was going to stick in her. Traci gasped, another flash fire starting up in her cunt.

The mattress rocked as Don stepped out of his suit and threw it to the other end of the room. Then he was back on top of her, his fingers exploring all parts of her body. Traci gasped and moaned, arching her back, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress. It was incredible! She had fantasized so many times on this bed, working her fingers through her pussy hairs, wondering what it would be like having a man fucking her. And now, in that same bed, she was going to find out!

"Ohhh!"

He was laving her tits with spit, bathing the hard, sore tips with saliva until they throbbed with wild pleasure. He used his mouth and hands well, working over her white flesh until he had the girl gasping for more. She clung to him, begging him in half completed sentences for him to fuck her.

"You want me to fuck you?" he whispered in one ear, flicking his tongue in the small channel.

"Oh yes, yes," she cried, loving the strong feeling of his chest and legs pinning her to the bed. With a sigh of pleasure the girl felt the velvety heat of his cockhead. A smear of precum dribbled from his piss-slit, wetting down her belly flesh. Daringly the girl wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back up. There was just enough room to curl her fingers in his chest hairs. Thoughts about her mother and the morality she was abandoning fled from her mind. All she could think of was this wonderful stranger and the relief he brought to her throbbing cunt.

Don breathed harder against her. Traci felt the room spinning around faster and faster. Oh, how her cunt needed a hard, ramming cock. All these months her mind had secretly been building up to this moment. Now she was free of guilt, free of any fears. The only thing she wanted was Don's prick.

"Oh, ohhhh!"

His cockhead was rubbing life into her pussy. Traci felt the heavy juices flowing from her cunt, flooding the wide flare of his cockhead. This was all new for the young woman. Was she doing the right thing? Surely if something were wrong Don wouldn't be gasping and moaning as loudly as she was.

"Shit, baby, shit," he groaned.

"Oh fuck, fuck me."

The word she'd hated to hear before now sounded like the music of angels to her ears.

"Feel my cock, feel it," he said, shoving his hips forward. He grabbed her right hand forcing it between them once again. The girl felt something terribly hot and hard brushing against the back of her wrist. "Take it, damn you, take it," he growled.

Traci felt his hairy legs pushing between hers. As he pushed her apart, she grabbed his cock and pushed the spongy head down toward her pussy. Yes, she knew what was going to happen. This was no rape! There would be no way she could tell herself later he forced himself on her. She wanted him, wanted his cock like nothing else in the world.

"Man!"

Don shifted position, rolling his hips, shoving his prick against the top of Traci's pussy mound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The girl moved her hips up toward him.

"Unnghhh!"

Traci couldn't believe the torrent of electrical shock feelings coming from her cunt. His cock knob pressed directly over her clit. She sighed again, feeling the shocks seeping from that hot little spindle to all parts of her body. She rocked her thighs from side to side, directing the tip of his cock against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit rolled under that sliding pressure, sending more heat signals to her overloaded brain. Traci grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. Don responded by sucking and biting at her neck. Every nibble sent flashes of goodness to her clit.

"Oh, fuck, fuck…"

Traci whipped her thighs up and down, the springs squeaking and groaning as the girl thrashed wildly in her bed. The sheets gathered up between her thighs, working up between her dancing ass. The sounds of slick skin rubbing against slick skin filled the room, mixed with their moans. Her chest was so tight, her mouth dry as cotton. Traci's hair clung to her dampened cheeks while she clawed at Don's broad shoulders. Looking heavy-lidded up at the young stud Traci felt happiness, such a delight that she'd never felt before. The way his hairy chest rubbed over her itching nipples, the way his legs pinned hers to the sweat-stained sheets, spreading them apart while his cock rubbed teasingly over her pussymeat made the girl nearly faint with lust. Oh, how could she have thought sex was evil, bad, something to be confined only to the marriage bed? Breathing in oxygen through her flared nostrils to feed her body, Traci hunched more fiercely than before. The pressure that had begun as a whirling ball of sexual hunger in her belly was building. The blonde teen started making strangled sounds, humping up against Don, then shifting her thighs from side to side in order to feel his cock more intensely.

Traci shivered, then rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cunt cleft over his cockhead. She squirmed, actually trying to skewer herself onto the thick tower of prickmeat. But her body was pinned by Don's. All she could do was hope he got the signal and finally got down to fucking her.

"Unnghhh…"

Traci let out a low moan. Oh, how she wanted that cock deep in her. She needed warmth, the sensation of having another human being inside her. The girl didn't realize until now just how much she'd been missing real person-to-person contact. Her mother was so cold and reserved, chastising her for being too "friendly" with other girls and especially with boys. Now the dam broke. She was writhing like a sex fiend under the young man, feeling the wiry cockhairs tease and tickle her moist warm pussymeat. The muscles protecting her cunt mouth contracted, cramped, then relaxed again, making the same milking motion again and again as Don's cock rubbed over the slot.

"Come on, baby, come on and fuck it out. Go on, show me how fuckin' hot you are. Bet you're gonna cry when I get inside you," Don taunted.

Traci ground her teeth together, thrusting forward. She felt Don centering his cockhead over her seeping cunthole. She rubbed her nipples against him, pulling at the scratchy chest hairs with her fingers.

"Unnnooohhh…"

His cockhead worked in, spreading the elastic cuntlips apart, then stopping just inside. Don worked his hips from side to side, feeling her cunt tightening around the swollen lobes of his cockhead. Traci stiffened, her back arching slightly. She seemed to be resting only on her shoulder blades and heels. Her thighs tightened while the muscles and tendons bulged out against her flesh. The ridge of his cock stimulated the nerve endings inside. The girl contracted her cuntmuscle, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. Don groaned into a spit-slicked kiss.

"Baby, you're somethin' else. Really, you got one hell of a hot pussy," Don groaned.

He flexed his thick-muscled thighs, shoving an inch of his cockshaft into her hole. Traci grunted like a stuck pig, trembling while she felt the rising heat in her cunt reach the boiling point. The two of them teasingly moved from side to side, each one wanting to postpone the moment when he'd have to pop her cherry.

Finally Don couldn't wait any longer. He stiffened, holding her down by the shoulders while drawing his knees up against her ass. Traci knew what was about to happen and stopped her sexy movements.

"No, no, we can do just this. We can just do this," she said rapidly. Her blood seemed to run cold when she felt his cockhead touching her cherry. It was pressing harder and harder against the thin membrane, stretching it to the ripping point.

"Stop it! Please stop… uhhhhh!"

"I gotta get inside you, baby. I gotta feel you all the way," Don explained.

The big man braced himself, digging his knees against her ass while holding her twisting arms as still as possible. Traci's face was tense and drawn, a mask of fear and pain. Her mouth was a tight scar while her eyes were shut tightly. She waited now, waited like the victim of a blood sacrifice.

"Now!"

The word shot through the darkened bedroom like a gunshot. Traci started to scream, then stopped abruptly when she felt a sudden tearing pain between her legs. He'd done it! He'd gone and ripped her cherry to pieces, following it by driving his cock in her as if it were some thick, long spike. Her legs shot out while her face blanched. Traci screamed, then fell limply against the mattress, sweat covering her body.

"Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Don asked, surprised he'd found an honest-to-God virgin. There were damned few in California, and almost none in Venice over eight years old.

"Oh damn you, damn, damn, damn…" Traci repeated. She'd been "ruined" as her mother would say. Then why didn't she feel outrage, shame, guilt? Instead – at least after the pain began to subside – Traci almost felt like singing. Yes, she was finally alive now, having awakened from a long, pleasant slumber. Childhood was nice. But now it was time for her to grow up. She was a woman now. Traci smiled at that thought, wiggling her hips and feeling Don's hard cock stir deliciously inside her cunt.