Chapter 1
Tracy and Paul were speeding down the interstate when she realized she needed cock.
For Tracy, it was a simple assessment of the facts. She, despite her tender years, no longer questioned the reason she needed to fuck and suck so often, simply accepting her hunger for cockmeat, her unquenchable thirst for cum, as a facet of her life that was a little different from most teenaged girls.
There was only one problem for Tracy Hall as she felt the tingling in her cunt grow stronger. Tracy was moving at over sixty miles an hour when she knew she needed cock . . . and the only person in the car with her was her cousin, who was driving.
"So what's new in your life?" Paul asked, pushing down the dashboard lighter button once more. He smoked a great deal, especially when he was nervous. And Tracy was making him very nervous. "Anything interesting?"
Tracy leaned against the car door, twisting so she almost faced her cousin, raising one knee so it rested on the seat cushion. She looked at Paul as he concentrated on his driving, a sultry smile curling up the corners of her mouth.
"Nothing really interesting," she said.
Paul lit his cigarette and glanced at his cousin. She had on one of the shortest minidresses he'd ever seen, and now, with Tracy twisted on the seat beside him, her leg was exposed almost all the way up to her crotch. He felt the uncomfortable sensation of his prick twitching and growing down the leg of his corduroy slacks, getting pinched in the fold at his thigh.
Tracy chuckled. Her laughter was a teasing thing, and her left hand was on her thigh, the fingertips playing with the flesh at a midway point between her knee and moistening cunt.
"You smoke too much," she said, though her tone indicated she really didn't mean what she said. "You should find some other way to satisfy your oral cravings."
Tracy's hand was moving in widening circles on her leg. She could feel her clit tingling madly.
She couldn't wait any longer. Even if Paul was her cousin, Tracy needed to get off. She turned so that she faced the front of the car again and, in a smooth, fluid move, hooked her thumbs into her panties, raised her ass off the seat, and pulled the skimpy garment down her legs to her ankles. She heard Paul gasp as he saw her black satin panties down around her ankles.
"I've been dying to take these off for miles," the teenager said, feigning nonchalance. "I hope you don't mind."
Tracy pulled the panties over her shoes and turned once again to look directly at her cousin. This time, with her legs up on the seat, her cunt was just barely covered up by the bottom hem of her minidress.
She was a beautiful girl with light-green eyes and sandy-brown hair that came down to a point between her shoulder blades. The bangs in front seemed to highlight the largeness of Tracy's eyes, emphasizing the fullness of her pouting, narrow mouth and the fullness of her lips.
Though she was a beautiful girl, it wasn't her face that most drew the attention of men and boys, and Tracy knew it. It was her amazingly statuesque 36D-23-36 figure that held men helpless.
Her fingertips were at the fringes of the smallish patch of hair that surrounded her pussy. Even though she hadn't touched the lust-swollen petals of her fuck-hole yet, Tracy could feel the heat from her cunt.
"Hey . . . ah . . . maybe like, you know, you should put those back on," Paul said, moistening his lips with his tongue. "What would people think?"
This caused Tracy to laugh, and as she did so, she pulled her minidress above her hips, finally exposing her sweet, juicy, sparcely-fringed pussy to her cousin's eyes.
"Who gives a damn what anyone thinks?" she asked, a touch of contempt in her tone. "What's that got to do with you licking my cunt?"
"What?" exclaimed Paul, finding it difficult to concentrate on his driving.
"I said: What's that got to do with you licking my cunt?" Tracy was gently rubbing the nub of her clit with her middle finger as she spoke, moistening the digit with pussy juice. "You want to eat me, don't you? I'd really love it if you would."
Tracy threw her head back, her long hair streaming out the window, as Paul pulled the car quickly onto the shoulder of the freeway and braked to a quick stop. She raised her left foot, placing it over the back of the seat, near Paul's head. Her right foot, encased in rather delicate-looking high-heeled sandals, was on the floor of the car.
"Lick my pussy, damn you!" she hissed.
"Damn you!" Paul hissed vehemently, pushing his face into the juncture of his cousin's slender thighs.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Tracy sighed as she felt the invasion of a slick tongue between the petals of her fuck-hole.
Paul ate the girl ravenously, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her juicy cunt all the way up to the top. There, he lashed at her clit bud, whipping her tingling clit with his tongue, tasting her sweet pussy juice.
With her head on the open window of the door, Tracy let herself go. She trembled, her rosy-nippled tits quivering on her chest beneath the minidress, unbound by a bra. She moaned softly, her lips moving slightly, mouthing silent words of praise as her cunt got fucked by Paul's demanding, slithering tongue.
"Lick me! Ohhhhh! Lick me, Paul," the teenager gasped as she felt the ember of lust in the pit of her stomach flare up, searing her insides, turning into a raging inferno that could only be quenched with the explosion of her girl-cum.
Paul, twisted sideways with his head down, was in a very uncomfortable position. His back hurt from being bent at such an angle, but that was the least of his concerns as he struggled with his pants, trying to free his pulsing prick.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned, fucking his tongue deep between her cuntlips to taste her delicious pussy nectar as he unsnapped his trousers and tugged at the zipper.
Tracy opened her eyes and saw nothing but blinding light. It was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was high in the sky. She could hear cars whizzing past very close, each one bringing with it in its wake a gale of wind that whipped her hair around. She had one hand on the back of the seat. The other hand passed from one tit to the other, massaging the big tits through her dress.
When Paul finally freed his prick, he almost cried with happiness at the relief he felt. His cock, seven throbbing inches long with a very thick, heavily veined shaft and a fat crown that pulsed lustily, wagged about. He pushed his pants just below his prick and balls. Then, as he lapped at his cousin's juicy fuck-hole, he started fingering her cunt while he licked it, knowing that the combination of sensations would really turn her on.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yes, that's it!" Tracy whimpered, pinching her nipple hard through her minidress as Paul tongued and finger-fucked her cunt. "Goddamn it, Paul! I never dreamed you'd be this good!"
Paul just laughed softly, his ego soaring right along with his lust as he reamed the teenager's pussy with his slick, moist tongue and driving finger. He fucked his finger into Tracy's pussy until his knuckles pounded her tender, lust-inflamed cuntlips.
Using his left hand, Paul stroked his fiery fuck-stick slowly, softly, not in any particular hurry to get himself off. He wasn't sure if Tracy, his beloved cousin, was the kind of girl who only worried about her own needs or not. He wanted to fuck her, or at least get a blow-job, but if she only wanted to have her pussy licked until she came, he'd accept that without too much protest. He was happy to get what he'd gotten so far.
Shivering uncontrollably, Tracy squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to postpone that mind-blowing experience for at least another couple of minutes, but she doubted she could hold off that long.
Pulling his face away from Tracy's cunt, Paul looked at her face and knew what he saw. She was on the verge of cumming. If he was going to fuck her, he'd have to do it now, while her defenses were down.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, the sentence a command rather than a question.
The words registered in Tracy's mind, though she couldn't verbally respond to them. Her shoulders were against the car door, a handle of some sort digging into her spine. Suddenly Paul's muscular body was above her own, his hips sliding between her wide-spread thighs.
It was too late, and Tracy really didn't care. The fleshy crown of Paul's prick was at the juicy opening of her pussy.
"Awwwwww!" Paul groaned as he shoved his hips down, feeling the head of his prick sinking into his cousin's sweetly receptive fuck-hole.
"Yesssss!" Tracy gasped as she felt her pussy lips being forced apart by the bone-hard column of cockmeat that was fucking into her pussy.
Once Paul's pricktip was completely engulfed in her cunt and he started fucking it deeper into her cunt, she could feel the cockrod gliding against her clit, sending warm shivers coursing through her veins.
For Tracy, the ecstasy was so mind-boggling it seemed the top of her head was going to come right off.
"Fuck! Fuck! Arrrggghhhh!" Paul groaned, slamming his hips down to bury the last of his fuck-stick into his cousin's hungry, tight cunt.
Tracy trembled as she felt Paul's hairy balls resting in the tight, quivering crevice of her asscheeks. She saw her own pussy juice on his face, shining. Inhaling, she could smell herself on him.
Paul began pumping his hips, fucking his prick back and forth between his cousin's tightly massaging pussy lips. The act of fucking his own cousin had driven him to the heights of pleasure, making his balls throb painfully.
"Ug! Ug! Ug!" Paul grunted, slamming his crotch down against Tracy's until their curly crotch hair mashed together and his pubic bone mashed her throbbing clit.
Tracy didn't want to cum, but she couldn't help herself. The fat, undulating prick was rubbing against her clit, sending hot waves through her veins, and she simply couldn't hold back another moment.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed as her cunt contracted around his fucking cock.
Clear, slick pussy juice streamed from her cunt, trickling down between her buns to moisten her asshole. She quivered, unable to jerk about beneath Paul's thrashing body because of the position she was in, Paul felt his teenaged cousin's fuck-hole tightening around his skewering cock. That was all the added stimulation he needed to explode. Fucking all seven inches of his bone-hard prick into her pussy, he made a deep-chested growl as his balls slapped against her asscheeks and then released their cum-load.
"Yeeaahhhh!" he groaned as hot, molten waves of jism raced from his balls through the tube of his prick, jetting from his cockhead to splatter against her womb. He pulled up so only the knob of his cock was still separating Tracy's cuntlips, then fucked into her again, punctuating the cock-thrust with another juicy explosion of jism.
When it was over, Paul pushed himself off Tracy, sliding back behind the steering wheel. He looked at her, amazed that he'd actually fucked such a beautiful young teenager.
"I'm . . . sorry," Tracy said softly, finally pushing herself into a sitting position. "But I just had to get fucked. I hope you understand." She felt tingly all over, just the way she liked to feel after fucking. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No, of course not."
Tracy was quickly regaining her composure. She knew a good fuck when she got one, and hot studs were hard to find. "Does that mean we'll fuck again?"
Paul fastened his pants, tucking his prick gingerly down the leg. "If you want to. I know I sure as hell want to."
Tracy laughed softly, smoothing her minidress over her thighs.
It might not be so bad to spend a couple weeks with my cousins and Uncle Mack after all, she thought happily as Paul pulled the car into traffic on the freeway and headed for his home.