Cheerleader Chronicle Ch. 19

Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for help with the grammar and some technical advice.

It was early on a Thursday morning when Rick’s phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket; the display indicated a new text message. He tapped the screen and the full message displayed

FromTraci: Wanna hang out?

The message was from Traci. She had been his friend since third grade, and was quite possibly the most awesome girl ever. She was just as much of a sci-fi and fantasy geek as he was, wasn’t afraid to get dirty and was one of the smarter people he knew. She was also an athlete. At almost six feet tall she excelled at the unusual combination of ballet, volleyball and basketball. Her thin build kept her from being truly outstanding in the team sports, but she was a solid member of both teams. Rick always considered it a bit ironic that he was the cheerleader and she was the jock. They had not see as much of each other since the summer started. It seemed like he was either working or hooking up with someone.

He typed his response

To Traci: Sure

She replied

From Traci: Full Disclosure, I need help doing something for my parents.

To Traci: I’m in for whatever

From Traci: They want me to get the RV ready for a trip. Can you give me a ride to the storage yard?

To Traci: As you wish

Rick slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed to his car to pick her up.

The sound of gravel crunching under the tires grew louder as Rick rolled down his window. He brought the car to a stop outside the storage yard gate.

“What’s the code?” he asked.

“I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,”

Traci replied, unbuckling her seat belt and leaning across Rick to put her arm out the window. Rick smiled as Traci’s small but firm breasts pressed against him. When the gate started to move she returned to her seat.

“It’s parked about halfway down the middle row,” she said as Rick pulled through the gate.

He recognized the large travel trailer and stopped in front of it. Traci hopped out and retrieved the gas can from the trunk. Her first task was to make sure the generator worked.

Traci filled the generator with fresh gas and it roared to life. Once inside she switched on the fans and lights, making certain each bulb illuminated. She set Rick to checking all the cabinets, nooks and crannies for spiders and mice. She wasn’t afraid of them, but it seemed like a more appropriate chore than counting sheets and towels. It also allowed her to admire Rick’s body. Traci had some additional chores for Rick, ones she thought he was uniquely qualified for.

“I think we are done,” Rick yelled as he stepped back into the trailer after checking the exterior storage lockers for critters.

There was no response from Traci. Rick walked through the trailer, finally stopping at the closed door to the bedroom.

“Are you decent?” Rick asked as he tapped on the door.

“You of all people should know the answer to that,” Traci replied through the closed door,” you can come in.

Rick twisted the latch and pushed the door open. Traci was leaning over the bed, counting sheets on a shelf.

“I think we are done,” she stated.

“This is a lot nicer than that old Airstream your family had before,” Rick observed.

“Too bad this one is so large it can’t be parked in the driveway,” Traci lamented.

“Yea, it was really convenient having it right there,” Rick agreed.

“We had a lot of good times in that old trailer. It was an awesome clubhouse,” Traci said.

“We did have a lot of fun,” Rick replied.

“I was sorry to see it go, there were a lot of memories in that old thing,” Tracy said.

“Remember when we found out that is where your parents hid your Christmas presents?” Rick asked.

“Yea, I also remember you insisting that the Easter bunny was real,” Traci replied.

“Well, at least I did not insist we sleep with a light on when we camped out in it,” Rick shot back.

“I remember some other things,” Traci teased.

“Really, like what?” Rick asked.

Traci blushed and said, “Remember when you showed me your penis?”

“Yea, but that’s not what you called it. You said it was my thingy. And I only did it so you would show me your boobies,” Rick replied.

“You remember that?” Traci asked.

“Oh yea, a guy never forgets the first time he sees real live breasts,” Rick answered.

“You’re just saying that,” Traci said.

“No, I remember your nipples are innies,” Rick said, referring to Traci’s inverted nipples.

Instead of the usual bump, in the middle of her areola there was a small slit. He had been fascinated by that characteristic of her body. She was the only person he knew with nipples like that.

“Well, they don’t look much different than they did three years ago. My only hope is that I am a late bloomer,” Traci lamented.

“What are you talking about, you have great tits,” Rick replied, “I meant breasts.” He hoped he had not come off as demeaning.

“It’s okay, you can call them tits. I do. Just don’t call them knockers because that sounds dumb. Anyway, I’m sure you have seen better,” Traci said.

“I would not say better. And what makes you think I have seen anyone else’s knockers,” Rick teased.

Traci glared at him meaningfully, “I suspect you’re having a different kind of fun now.”

“What do you mean?” Rick asked, not completely sure he understood what his friend was talking about.

“Didn’t you hook up with Courtenay?”

For reasons he didn’t understand Rick blushed. He was certainly not ashamed of fucking Courtenay or any of the other women that had sex with him. Although he had shared more intimate and embarrassing secrets with Traci over the years, the only thing he didn’t talk to Traci about was his sex life.

“Who told you that?” Rick asked.

“Nobody, but you two went from being textbook frenimies to pretty chummy over night, so I’m guessing Tab A went into Slot B somehow,” she explained.

“I concede to your powers of deduction,” Rick replied.

“So I guess you don’t need our agreement,” Traci said.

Rick smiled. The two of them had made a pact two years earlier. If they were still virgins when they graduated from high school they would be each other’s first. The first six months after the agreement he had fantasized about nothing else but sex with Traci and her unique perky breasts. He had assumed that she was the one that didn’t need the agreement; surely she had gone all the way with one of her boyfriends.

“I guess not, but you don’t either, do you?” Rick replied.

“Actually, I do,” Traci answered.

“Really?” Rick asked. “But you’ve had quite a few boyfriends.”

“I guess I’m Goldilocks, not one of them was just right. I wanted my first time to be special, not five minutes of clueless humping in the back seat of a car, but at the same time I didn’t want to be just another one night stand to some college guy,” she explained.

“I kind of felt the same way,” Rick said.

“So how did you find someone?” Traci replied.

“I didn’t, it was pretty much a case of hormones taking over,” Rick said. It was not far from the truth, his initial attraction to Nancy had been purely physical.

“And girls have a lot of issues guys don’t, like getting a reputation as a slut, or getting pregnant. And I heard it hurts the first time. I mean I can get my whole fist in my mouth, but I can barely fit two fingers in my pussy. If I have to deal with all that, then the guy is going to have to be worth it.” Traci said, and then wondered if she had said too much.

It was surprisingly easy to talk about sex with Rick.

“When you put it like that I can see your point. I just figured one of the guys you went steady with would have been the one,” Rick said.

“I let Steve Jackson get to second base, but he freaked out when he saw my nipples. I had to beg him not to tell anyone else. I was so embarrassed.” Traci explained.

“That was a blessing in disguise, Steve’s an idiot. He couldn’t find his ass with both hands, and treating you like that proved how dumb he is. Your breasts are fantastic,” Rick answered.

Traci stared at the bulge in Rick’s shorts, “Can I see your thingy again, I always wondered what it looked like when it was hard.”

“Only if I get to see your boobies again,” Rick replied.

Traci decided to call his bluff, “Okay. I will even go first.”

Rick stood motionless as Traci slowly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts. Her breasts were on the small side of average, she was probably a 34 A, and they were perky enough that a bra was not necessary. The dark areolas were just over the size of a quarter, but this time her nipples were just barely visible. Rick stared at her for a full minute before Traci’s voice snapped him out of his trance.

“I’ve showed you mine, now it’s your turn. I think you should take off your shirt as well, I don’t want it blocking my view,” Traci said.

Traci put her arms behind her and leaned back. She felt surprisingly comfortable being half naked in front of Rick. She thought letting him see her nipples were would be embarrassing, but it wasn’t. She pushed her chest out a bit, happy to display her tits to him. She watched as more and more of his hairy chest became visible. Finally he unfastened the last button of his shirt.

“Take it off, take it all off,” she cheered as he rolled his shoulders back and let the shirt fall to the floor.

The last time she had seen him shirtless was at the lake the previous summer, and that had been from a distance. His chest looked even better close up. She shifted her eyes to the waist band of his shorts. He was moving slowly, but she didn’t mind. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled the zipper down, then paused.

“You really want me to do this?” Rick asked.

“Oh yea,” Traci replied.

“It looks a little different,” he advised.

“I sure hope so,” Traci said.

Rick tucked his thumbs inside the waistband and pulled his shorts and underwear down at once. His erection bobbed a few times when it was released and again when he kicked his shorts to the side. Traci stood up and moved to the edge of the bed, examining Rick’s cock.

“Well, you didn’t run away screaming, I guess that is a good sign,” Rick joked.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” she replied.

Traci thought about other times she had seen a penis. Mostly it had been in movies or porn. One time she saw a classmate passed out. His drinking buddies had stripped him naked and written on him with markers. That guy’s penis had been much smaller than the one in front of her, but it had also been soft.

“Can I touch it?” Traci asked.

“If you want to,” Rick replied. He thought it might be awkward being naked in front of Traci, but he was strangely at ease with it. He felt aroused, but the lust he usually felt was missing.

Traci carefully wrapped her fingers around Rick’s throbbing erection and heard him gasp softly, “Is that okay?”

“Yea, yea. You’re not going to break it.” he answered.

Traci put the other hand over the head of Rick’s cock. The skin was smooth and soft, but underneath it felt like an iron bar. She clumsily slid her hand along the length of Rick’s erection. Traci could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. She stroked his cock a few more times, “Is that how you do it?”

“Do what?” Rick asked.

“Jack off,” she answered.

“Pretty much,” Rick replied, a bit surprised by her boldness.

“Show me,” Traci instructed,” show me how you jack off.” She stopped touching him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Really?” Rick asked.

“Yes, how often am I going to have a naked man in front of me that will cater to my whims?” she inquired.

“As cute and sexy as you are, I’d say pretty often,” Rick replied.

“I’m waiting,” Traci teased.

“I do this, you have to get naked and touch yourself,” Rick replied, surprised that he didn’t use more graphic language in asking her to masturbate.

“Okay, but you go first,” she insisted.

Rick wrapped his right and around his cock and began to pump it up and down. Even with no lubrication it felt good, mostly due to the sight of Traci’s perky breasts.

“You only use one hand?” she asked.

“Yea, that’s just the way I do it,” he replied.

“How long will it take for you to come?”

“I don’t think I will. With nothing to make it slippery it isn’t that arousing,” he answered, shrugging.

Traci watched him for a few moments and then told him to stop. She sat up and wrapped her hands around it again.

“If I put my mouth on it will you come?” she asked.

Rick smiled, “Not right away.”

Traci looked up at him, “Jenny Smith said she put her mouth on Jack Thompson’s dick and he came right away, and she said it was so hot it burned her tongue.”

“That’s not going to happen unless you want it to,” Rick assured her.

“I don’t think I want it to, but I do want to see you come,” she said. Then she lowered her head and kissed the tip of Rick’s cock. Traci pulled back, and then took then entire head into her mouth. It felt big and hot. She held him in her mouth for a minute before raising her head again.

“So that’s a blow job?” she asked, knowing there was more to it, but not sure how much more.

“Kind of, there’s usually a lot more movement,” Rick replied.

“Oh, do I move or do you move?” she questioned.

“Usually you do, but some girls like the guy to move,” Rick explained.

“Show me, show me what it is like for you to move,” She instructed.

Rick couldn’t believe he was showing Traci how to get her mouth fucked. He put one hand on her head, grabbing a fistful of hair. With the other hand he guided his cock to her lips, and then slowly thrust his hips forward. When she tried to move away he restrained her, and then drew his hips back. Then he did it again, this time she didn’t try to pull away. The third time he did it he pushed a bit more of his cock into her mouth. Rick could already feel his orgasm building. Seeing her lips stretched around his cock made his balls begin to tighten. The fourth time his turgid shaft entered her warm wet mouth he stopped, then pulled back.

Traci looked up at him, “What did you stop?”

“Because you said you didn’t want me to come in your mouth,” he answered through gritted teeth. Just the sight of her lips kept him on the verge of climax.

“Really,” she said excitedly,” that was going to make you come?”

“Yes,” Rick answered, his voice showing the strain of holding back his impending orgasm, “and you talking about it are not helping.”

Traci smiled mischievously, “I want to make you come, and I want to see it.”

“Okay, but you should tell me where you want it now, because it can happen pretty fast,” Rick said.

Traci looked around. She didn’t want to explain a mysterious stain on the bedspread or the carpet, and she certainly didn’t want it on her face.

She made up her mind, “My hands, you can come on my hands. Just tell me when you’re going to, uh, come. Now, do we just keep downing the blow job, or would something different be better?”

Rick paused. He felt a little like an instructional aide, but he wasn’t about to complain. He considered suggesting a hand job, but one look at Traci’s soft lips and his mind was made up.

“The blow job seemed to be working. Do you want to try moving, or should I keep…” Rick paused, not sure how to describe what he had been doing to Traci.

“Fucking my mouth, yea, let’s do that. I kind of liked it,” she replied. Honestly she had no idea how to give a blowjob. If letting him slide his cock in and out of her mouth would get him off, she was willing to play along.

Rick grabbed her hair again and once again guided his cock between her lips. He had just about lost it when she had said the word ‘fucking’. With each thrust he took another giant leap towards his climax. He felt Traci’s hands around his wet shaft and moaned. Quickly he pulled his throbbing erection out of her mouth. As his erection slide between her hands he felt his orgasm peak.

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“Oh fuck, I’m going to come, get ready, I’…” Rick cried out has a thick stream of pearly liquid shot out of his cock and into Traci’s hands.

A sense of panic filled Traci has Rick’s cum overflowed her hands. She didn’t expect so much. She smeared it onto his legs and the tried to put her hands back on his cock, but she couldn’t keep up with the flow. Finally, in desperation, she wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick to keep Rick’s cum from dripping on to the floor. She winced in anticipation of having cum in her mouth. A final spurt splashed against the back of her mouth and slipped down her throat, and then a few more drops bubbled out. She could feel Rick’s erection jerking between her lips and his orgasm faded away. It was warm and salty, but not as bad Jenny Smith had said. The look of ecstasy on Rick’s face was worth the small sacrifice.

“Holy fucking shit that was amazing,” Rick gasped. He looked down and shook his head in disbelief at the sight of Traci’s lips wrapped around his cock and a thin stream of cum leaking from the corner of her mouth. She put her hands on his still rigid shaft and pulled it out of her mouth.

“Wow, so that is what it is like when a guy comes. Does it always happen that fast?” She asked.

“No, well, usually no. Not for me at least. It’s just that, well, I guess I have been thinking about doing that for a really long time,” Rick confessed.

“You mean you used to think of having sex with me?” Traci asked with a grin on her face.

“Yea,” Rick said, “especially coming in your mouth. I mean I stopped when I realized we would just be friends, but just now it all just rushed back into my head.”

“Well, you were not the only one. I used to think of you like that too,” she confided.

Traci looked at Rick’s fading erection, “It’s not hard anymore. What happened?”

“That’s just what happens when a guy comes,” Rick answered.

“How long before it gets hard again?” she asked.

“Usually about 15 minutes,” Rick replied.

“You can’t control that?” she wondered aloud.

“Not really. I don’t know why. I guess there is some hormone or something that gets released, or the muscles that make it hard have to rest,” Rick explained.

“Oh, well, I guess I have to show you mine then,” Traci replied.

“You don’t have to; I mean you have done a lot. I mean you let me come in your mouth,” Rick said.

“Oh this isn’t for you,” Traci said peeling off her shorts and underwear to reveal a neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair and a very wet pussy. “Although my orgasm won’t be as impressive as yours, if I even have one.”

“You mean you don’t always come when you do it?” Rick asked a puzzled look on his face. He couldn’t imagine stopping before he came.

“Well, I think I have, but like I said, it’s not as impressive, or obvious. Nothing spews out of me. I usually just feel really relaxed,” she explained.

Rick thought back to the other women he had fucked. It was pretty obvious when most of them came.

Traci paused and looked around,” I probably should put something on the bed just in case it gets messy.”

“Use this,” Rick said, tossing her his shirt.

She spread his shirt out on the bed and lay down on it.

Rick dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and leaned on to the mattress. Tracy lay back on the bed, resting her feet on his shoulders.

“This is how I usually do it, unless I am in the shower. Then I just use the massage setting,” Traci said. She raised her head and glanced at Rick.

He was hanging on her every word. She started with her hands on her breasts, gently caressing them. Rick was right, she did have nice tits. She put one finger in her mouth, and then rubbed the wet digit on her areola, trying to coax her nipple into making an appearance. It took about a minute of caressing and stroking before it popped out. She did the same with the other breast. It usually took a little longer, maybe having Rick watch was helping. She wondered what his tongue would feel like on her tits. Traci tugged on both her nipples and let out a sigh, and then she put her left hand between her legs. Her pussy was already quite wet. It was time to put on a show for Rick.
Traci pulled her legs back and tucked them behind her arms. Normally she just spread her legs apart, but she felt like showing off for Rick. He had attended enough of her ballet performances that he deserved to get some benefit from the flexibility it gave her. Traci slid a single finger up and down her labia, starting with small movements. With each stoke her fingertip got closer and closer to her clit. Traci lowered her feet onto the mattress and lifted her hips in the air. Then she pushed her finger inside her pussy. It felt tight.

“Can I try?” Rick asked.

Traci hesitated. If she said yes it would likely take her down a path that would end her virginity. Once she had accepted Rick’s finger between her legs she would not be able to say no to his cock. She wondered if she should save herself for some other man, some other relationship. She looked at Rick; he had been her friend longer than anyone else. She longed for his touch, but maybe she wasn’t thinking with her brain. Traci drew her legs back, “Yes, I’d like that.”

His touch was electric. Even just the sensation of his hand sliding along the inside of her thigh sent a shiver up her spine. Traci gasped involuntarily when the tip of his finger pressed against her labia. HIs digit was much thicker than her slender finger; it was probably almost the size of two. She had never felt anything like this before. She could feel him pushing deeper and deeper into her sex and then he touched something that made her moan. Her skin began to tingle all over and Traci realized she was about to have an orgasm.

The one thing that Rick kept reminding himself was to be gentle. He didn’t want to rush this experience. He wanted to savor every moment of his time with Traci. The moment his finger slipped between her soft, warm labia he felt his cock begin to swell in earnest. She felt incredibly tight. Ever so slowly he penetrated her, exploring her body, probing for the one spot that would trigger an orgasm she would not doubt. When he found it he laid his other hand on her, just below her mound. With one finger on either side of her clitoris he began to apply a steady pressure. Rick moved his head enough to see Traci’s breasts. Despite their lack of size he longed to feel them in hands and in his mouth. He could see her pale skin begin to flush as her arousal intensified.

The feeling of a second finger penetrating her body caught Traci by surprise. She winced, but the expected discomfort never materialized. Instead a feeling of fullness radiating outward from her pussy. She tried to slow her rapid and shallow breathing, but couldn’t. Something was happening, something she had never experienced before. The muscles in her belly were tightening in a wonderful way. She balled her hands into fists as she writhed on the bed.

“Come for me,” Rick whispered, “I want you to come for me Tracy. I want to feel your wet, hot pussy come.”

Rick lowered his head and brushed to tongue across Traci fully exposed clitoris. He suspected she was at the tipping point and he wanted to push her over into euphoria. As he continued to press his tongue against her nub Rick felt her tighten around is fingers. A soft mewing sound escaped her lips as her body was enveloped by her orgasm.

The minute she felt something wet and warm between her legs things began to spin out of control. The pleasure center of her brain lit up and her entire body began to tingle. Traci felt warm all over and she began to thrust her hips against Rick. She knew he was talking, but her brain couldn’t process the words. Traci felt an immense sense of relief, like she had just been told good news, she felt overwhelmingly happy. Slowly she drifted back to earth.

“So,” Rick said, “That’s what it’s like when a Traci comes. Just as she had, Rick wiped his wet hand on her thigh, smearing the product of her climax onto her skin. He turned and lay next to her, then placed one hand on her breast. “There’s more I can show you, if you want.”

Traci covered his hand with her own, “Can we just stay like this for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” Rick replied, turning his head to look at her face. He noticed a tear streaming away from her eye. “Are you crying?”

“Yes…no…I don’t know. That was amazing and a little scary, and, well, mostly amazing,” she half sobbed.

“Yea, I get that a lot,” Rick said with a grin. He regretted it at once; he didn’t want Traci thinking about him with other women. Rick felt a sense of relief when he heard her giggle in response.

After lying quietly for a minutes Traci spoke, “What else can you show me?”

“Anything, anything at all,” Rick answered.

“Have you ever sixty nined?” she asked cautiously. For some reason giving and receive oral sex seemed scandalous.

“I know what it is; do you want to try it?” Rick replied, still trying to avoid the topic of his past.

“I do, and then…” Traci paused.

“And then what?” Rick asked.

She drew a deep breath and blurted out,” And then I want you inside me.”

Rick was stunned. Fooling around was one thing, but she was offering him something that no one else would ever experience. Then it hit him, he didn’t have any condoms. There was no way he could risk unprotected sex with Traci.

“I don’t have anything for protection,” he muttered dejectedly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not understanding what he was talking about.

“I don’t have any condoms, nothing for birth control,” he replied.

“That’s okay,” she said, “I’ve been on the pill for a year. You know, better safe than sorry.”

Rick felt a huge since of relief. Traci had always been one to be well prepared. He took a deep breath and asked her again, “Are you sure, you only get one first time.”

“I know,” she replied, “and I want it to be with you. There’s no one I trust more than you, there’s no friendship I value more than yours. I know this isn’t a fairy tale, that we probably won’t ride off into the sunset together. But I don’t think my first time could be any better than this, or anyone I would rather it be with.”

“Okay,” Rick said, “I just wanted to be sure.”

Traci sprang up onto her hands and knees, ” I’ sure all right, now wine me, dine me, sixty nine me.”

Lifting her leg she straddled Rick’s chest, then put her hand beside his hips. His cock was again fully erect. This time she gripped it confidently and guided it to her mouth. When it touched her tongue she tasted the salty remnants of Rick’s orgasm.

“Slow down,” Rick advised, “you don’t have to get right to it. It’s better to build up slowly.”

“Okay, like this?’ Traci asked, relaxing her grip and sliding her hand along the length of his rigid shaft.

“Yea,” Rick moaned, “like that. And rub your tits on my cock.”

Traci leaned down and pressed Rick’s dick against her breast. It felt hot and hard. She heard Rick moan as the head of his cock pressed into her tit. Rick had his hands on her ass and was encouraging her to rock back and forth. As she moved her breast slid along the shaft of his erection. Finally he pulled her back until her mouth was even with the tip of his cock.

It was amazing, Rick thought as he pressed his fingers into Traci’s round ass. Years of basket ball, volley ball and ballet had toned her gluteus muscles into perfectly round, perfectly firm, perfectly curved states of being. Her equally amazing breasts rubbed against his cock and he pushed and pulled her ass. Her pussy hovered just inches away. Traci’s swollen labia appeared to pout at him. Rick had experienced just a taste of her when he was fingering her. He couldn’t wait to spear his tongue into her virgin flesh. He would be the first, and he intended to set the bar very high for anyone lucky enough to follow him. Eventually the temptation was too much and Rick pulled on Traci’s hips. Her breast slipped off his erection and he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock.

It was only fair he get a head start, Traci though as she felt Rick’s tongue lapping at her pussy. He had explained to her there was no limit to the number of times she could climax, but two or three would leave him exhausted. She stroked his cock; he was certainly ready for at least one more. Traci opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip of Rick’s erection. She tried to imagine what it would feel like between her legs. It filled her mouth; she wondered how it could possibly fit in her pussy. Obviously it could, it was unlikely that she was cursed with a miniature vagina. Accommodating Rick’s finger had not been much of a challenge, but a cock would most definitely be bigger. She jumped when his tongue brushed against her clit. She felt what she thought was the beginning of another orgasm, maybe Rick was right, and the limit did not exist.

Using his thumbs Rick pulled Traci’s outer labia apart, revealing the soft, wet folds of her inner lips. He wondered what part of her tender flesh was going to be the barrier his cock would have to breach. He probed her with his tongue but all he felt was soft and warm skin. He could feel her mouth around his cock; her inexperience demonstrated when her teeth scraped against the sensitive head of his cock. The silver lining was that it was unlikely that she would bring him to climax again with her mouth. Rick didn’t want to come again until his cock was buried inside Traci.

Traci knew she could easily have another orgasm if she allowed Rick to continue kissing and licking her pussy, but she wanted more. Slowly she turned around and lay next to him.

“I want you now,” she moaned.

As Rick moved between her thighs she spread her legs wide apart, giving him and unobstructed view of her sex. She was nervous, excited and horny. Very, very horny.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

Rick positioned himself between Traci’s legs, pressing his cock against her wet slit. He had done everything he could to help her body prepare for what was about to happen. Her lips were splayed open by the tip of his erection, he felt like he was already stretching her young pussy to its limits.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Tracy nodded and bit her lower lip, then whispered, “Yes, take me…” Traci spread her legs wide apart.

Rick pressed his hips forward and felt resistance. He stopped, but Traci put her hands on his ass and pulled him in. She felt impossibly tight. He looked down at her; she was grimacing, but continued to draw him in.

“Yes, yes, I want you inside me, I want you to fill me up,” she whimpered. Rick pushed forward and suddenly the resistance was gone. Her sex gripped his cock tightly, but he slid back and forth with ease.

“More, more, I want more,” Traci moaned, her voice growing louder and louder.

Rick slipped his arms under her back and wrapped his fingers over her shoulders. As he pushed forward with his hips he pulled down with his hands, driving his cock completely inside Traci. He could feel the firm orbs on her chest sliding against his sweat soaked skin. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

Slowly the outside world faded away, Traci was only aware of Rick’s touches, both inside and outside her body. His weight was not crushing her, but rather it was comforting. The first few thrusts had been a little painful, but now they brought nothing but enjoyment. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over her, each one building on the previous. This orgasm was even more powerful than the first one and she cried out as it reached its peak. Seconds later she knew Rick had climaxed with a loud moan.

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Despite his best efforts Rick couldn’t hold back his climax, and when it finally overwhelmed his efforts to restrain it he felt completely exhausted. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had experienced. His entire cock became extremely sensitive, so much that he had to stop moving. For a few moments he lay on top of Traci, feeling the gentle contractions of her muscles as her orgasm ran its course and she held him tightly in her arms.

Rick looked at her face; once again tears were running down her skin. She looked at him with a doe eyed expression.

“I…” she gasped.

Rick’s mind leap into gear. He wondered what would happen next. What would she expect of him? What would Nancy say if Traci insisted his affair come to an end?

“…love…” Traci said.

Rick wondered if he could tell her about all the other women. About watching Nancy and her lesbian lover, about threesome tying up Lynn and fucking Nancy in the ass. What would Traci think of him when she found out what he had done? He knew he couldn’t lie to her, especially now. He felt panic rising.

“….sex,” Traci blurted out, “OMG, that was fantastic. I want more, not now, but I want to do it again. I want you to show me everything you have done. I want it doggie style, I want to be on top. I want to fuck, fuck, fuck.”

A wave of relief washed over Rick. How could he be this lucky? He would not forget his epiphany, he would have to explain everything to Traci, and things might have to change. But not today. Today was a good day.

Finally he rolled over and lay beside her. After her outburst Traci was oddly silent. The sound of their breathing was interrupted by a wet sound. Rick raised his head and looked over at Traci. She had one hand between her legs. Three of her fingers slide in and out of her pussy.

“It feels different,” she observed, “so wet and so, well different. Will it stay like this?”

Rick was both stunned and aroused at the sight of Traci playing with her cum filled pussy.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Am I stretched out? What are the other women you fucked like, do they get tight again?” she inquired.

Once again Rick was stunned and aroused. He couldn’t believe how casual Traci was about sex, and how turned on he was by her saying ‘ fucked’.

“Uh, no, no, you’re not stretched out, everything goes back,” he replied.

“Well, not everything,” she said with a grin.

Traci sat up, “That was great but I need a shower, I hope you are not offended.” She didn’t so much feel dirty as she felt messy. Traci reveled in the thought that some of Rick was inside her, but she was less than delighted about feeling so sticky. “I wish the shower was big enough for both of us, but it’s not.”

Rick smiled, “As long as you don’t mind if I take one when you are done.”

It did not take Rick long to notice that Traci had left the door to the bathroom ajar. She was right, it was small. The entire room was the size of a shower stall. In fact, there was no shower curtain. He watched the water splash off her skin. When the water cascaded over her breasts Traci’s nipples retreated from view. Moments later she emerged dripping wet with a towel wrapped around her head, “It’s all yours. I have to warn you the water is barely warm. The water heater runs on propane and that tank is empty.

She was right; the water was lukewarm at best. Rick showered quickly. Just as Traci had he left the door ajar, but did not look to see if she was watching him.

Rick stepped out of the tiny bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The shower was so small he didn’t have room to dry off. He heard Traci giggle from the bedroom and turned to see what she was laughing about. She was sitting on the bed, still naked, with one hand between her legs.

“What were you laughing at?” Rick asked.

“I was just thinking we are both wet, you on the outside and me on the inside,” she replied, ending her statement with another giggle.

“It appears I’ve unleashed something wonderful,” Rick said.

“So, what else have you done?” Traci asked; her eyes bright with curiosity.

“I don’t know, a few things,” Rick answered modestly.

“I’m sure you had a girl on top.”

“Yea, that’s pretty great. What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?” Rick said with a smirk. He didn’t like to brag, but he didn’t mind answering Traci’s questions.

“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition,” Tracy shot back in her best Monty Python impression.

“How about doggie style, do you like that?”

“Yea, I do,” Rick answer. He could feel his cock beginning to swell again. It also ached a bit. He never would have guessed that Traci would try to wear him out.

“How about really wild stuff? Have you ever been in a threesome?” she inquired.

Rick blushed, “Yes.”

“Oh my… with another guy or another girl?” Traci said.

“Yes,” Rick replied. He noticed that the hand between Traci’s legs was moving.

Traci was surprised she had the nerve to ask Rick such intimate question, and she was comforted that he was discreet enough not to drop any names. She pressed on, “Did the girls touch each other or just you?”

“Both,” Rick replied.

“Like just kissing or what?” she asked.

“Kissing, touching, oral. It was pretty amazing.” Rick said. He could feel his erection straining against the towel.

“So you like watching lesbians?” Traci asked.

“It’s pretty hot,”

“Hotter than this?” Traci asked, putting her free hand on her naked breast and spreading her legs. She had two fingers buried between her labia.

“I’m not sure, I’m having trouble remembering now,” Rick said.

“Was one of the girls Courtenay?” Traci asked.

“No, I don’t think you know either of them, they are a few years older than you are,” Rick said.

“Too bad, Courtenay has great tits,” Traci replied.

“Yes she does,” Rick said, feeling like he wasn’t admitting anything that Traci didn’t already know. He wondered if Traci was bi-curious.

“What about the other threesome, did you make out with the other guy?” she asked. Traci wondered if she had gone too far. The idea of Rick kissing another hot naked man was very appealing to her, but Rick might have other ideas.

“Not so much,” Rick answered, feeling a little self conscious about revealing any more.

“Wait, what?” Traci said, dropping her hand from her breast,” Have you kissed another man, yes or no?”

Rick sighed, “Yes, but that’s pretty much where it stopped.”

“Did you like it?” Traci asked.

“Not really, but it led to some pretty amazing sex,” Rick answered. He looked at Traci’s pussy, it was completely drenched.

Traci started a rapid fire series of questions,” Have you tied anyone up?”

“Yes.”

“Been tied up?” she asked.

Rick nodded.

“How about role playing?”

“Yes, one of the threesomes. The girl had a fantasy about being abducted and then getting fucked. She liked it rough,” Rick answered.

“Anyone I know?” Traci asked, testing Rick’s discretion.

“No, it was in another state. Until that night I had never met her, but the other guy knew her.”

“Ever use any toys?” Traci asked, resuming her line of question.

Rick nodded again.

“For you or the girl?” Traci inquired.

“For the girl, there are not really any good toys for guys. In fact I invented one,” Rick explained.

“Ever fucked someone in the ass?” Traci asked.

“Yes.”

“Ever been fucked in the ass?” Traci asked. She wanted to know what Rick’s limits were, if any.

“No, I told you I’m not into guys.” He replied curtly.

“There’s always role reversal,” Traci suggested, satisfied that she was learning his boundaries.

“I don’t see that happening. How long are you going to ask me questions?” Rick inquired.

“Until you’re ready to fuck me again,” Traci replied. She was impressed by the way the word ‘fuck’ had rolled off her tongue. She had not stuttered or blushed, she had just said it.

“I’m ready now, are you ready to take it up a notch?” Rick said, letting his towel drop to the floor. His throbbing erection bobbed a few times after being freed from the towel.

“I’m ready for anything,” Traci replied defiantly.

“Good, put your hair up,” Rick said, glancing toward an elastic hair band on the dresser.

He watched her pull her hair into a bunch and wrapped the tie around it. When she was done he stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Rick moved up a bit, pushing his rigid shaft between her taut ass cheeks. The head of his cock pressed into the small of her back, and a few drops of press cum seeped on to her skin.
“Lean forward and put your hands on the wall,” he instructed.

The feeling of Rick’s erection against her ass sent a tingle up Traci’s spine. She knew he wasn’t going to fuck her in the ass, not now. Traci knew there was a lot more preparation, and Rick was not one to cut corners. She was so distracted by the thought of Rick’s hard cock in her tight ass that it took her a few moments to realize Rick had her leaning against the wall in front of a full length mirror. She saw one of Rick’s hands glide over her hip and slide down between her legs. The next thing she felt was the head of his cock pressed against her wet labia.

The fact that she didn’t object to having his cock against her ass or to being in front of the mirror encouraged Rick to continue with his plan. He reached around her body and stroked her pussy a few times. Then he guided his cock between her legs and pressed against her wet slit. Once his erection was lined up Rick let go of his dick and grabbed Traci’s pony tail. He pulled back. Rick paused for a moment to look at Traci. He gazed into the mirror, taking in the sight of her perky breasts with her shy nipples peaking out. Then he looked at her face.

He was staring at her; she could see that in the mirror. He was looking at the reflection of her face. Traci smiled and pushed back, feeling his thick cock separate her nether lips. Then, without any warning, Rick thrust his erection into her. She gasped as his girth spread her labia part and moaned as he penetrated her deeply. She wanted to be fucked and she got her wish. Rick was driving into her with long, hard thrusts. She could hear Rick’s hips slap against her ass. His hand was still between her legs, stroking her clit as he rammed his cock into her over and over. Traci stood on her toes and raised her ass, letting Rick’s cock sink even deeper into her wet pussy. Traci looked in the mirror and watched herself getting fucked. Her nipples were getting excited again. When her nipples were erect and exposed they were extremely sensitive. Sometime even just the feeling of air moving against them was stimulating. When Rick put his hand on her breast she suspected he had noticed the small amber bumps on her tits as well. The combination of him pinching her nipple, stroking her clit and filling her with his cock lit the fuse that would detonate her orgasm. Her eyes met Rick’s in the mirror and her climax exploded.

There would be a price to pay for what he was doing. Rick knew he would be sore in a few hours from so much sex, but it was well worth the pain he would feel. When he saw Traci’s nipples emerge from her breast he had to touch them. He knew that feeling her breasts and especially her stiff nipples would push him past the point of no return, but he was unable to resist. Traci’s firm, round tits were irresistible on their own. When his fingers touched the firm, wrinkled skin of her normally bashful nipple he was unable to hold his orgasm back. He felt his cock jerk and his balls tighten as what little cum left in him spurted into Traci’s pussy. He kept thrusting into her, wanting her to come one more time when he felt her legs buckle. Rick put one hand on the wall and wrapped his other arm around her waist, supporting her until she regained her footing.

This one was different. There was not a build up to her third climax of the day. It came out of nowhere and overwhelmed her. If Rick had not caught her she would have crumpled to the floor in a heap. Traci quickly regained control of her legs. When Rick finally stopped thrusting she stood up and turned around to face Rick. Then she kissed him on the lips. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Traci briefly considered testing Rick’s statement that there was no limit to the number of times she could come. She was certain she could talk him into going down on her again, but she was too exhausted. She broke the kiss and took a step back.

“I’m glad I chose you to deflower me,” Traci said.

“Deflower, really?” Rick replied.

“It sounds better than ‘pop my cherry’ or any of the other catch phrases for not being a virgin anymore,” she said with a grin.

“I kind of feel bad that I didn’t wait for you,” Rick said apologetically.

“I’m not; this would have lasted about five minutes if both of us were as clueless as I was. I very much benefited from your experience,” Traci replied. She paused and then asked “Is this the first time you have had sex with a virgin?”

“Yes,” Rick answered.

“Then I think you have lived up to your part of the deal. I was your first virgin, does that make it better?” she replied.

“Actually, it does,” Rick answered. He felt relieved that Traci was not upset about him losing his virginity to someone else.

Both of them jumped when Traci’s phone rang. She picked it up and answered it.

“HI, fine. I had a little trouble getting the generator started, probably just bad gas. Oh, I tried out the shower, it works. Yes, I will drain the grey water before I leave. It smells a little stuffy; I’m going to spray a lot of air freshener before I leave. Yes, I will check the tire pressure. Okay, see you soon. Goodbye,” she said.

“They were wondering what was taking us so long, we probably need to get going.”

Rick pulled his shorts on, “I can be ready in a few minutes.” He watched Traci get dressed. How had she not been on his radar as a hook up? Rick picked up his shirt, it was a mess.

“I don’t think you can wear that,” Traci said, “do you want to toss it?”

“I think it should wash out, and even if it doesn’t, I’d like to keep it. I’ve got another shirt in the car, if anyone asks I will just say I spilled some gas on this one.” Rick replied, trying not to sound creepy. If the shirt could be saved it would make for quite a conversation piece.

Once they were both dressed Rick and Traci finished the work of preparing the trailer. When the work was done they got in Rick’s car headed home. Rick stopped in front of Traci’s house.

“Today was amazing,” Traci said.

“Amazing is an understatement,” Rick replied.

“I wish I wasn’t leaving tomorrow,” Traci said.

Rick suddenly realized why she was getting the travel trailer ready, “How long will you be gone?”

“This trip is for a week. Can we get together when I return?”

“Of course,” Rick said, “I will miss you.”

“I’m sure you will find someone to comfort you,” Traci said as she opened the door and got out of the car.

“I don’t know about that,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“And Rick,” Traci said, leaning into the car.

“Yes,” he replied.

“If you get a chance, squeeze Courtenay’s nice big tits for me,” Traci said, and then she closed the door and walked away.

Rick pulled away from Traci’s house. He had a lot to figure out over the next week.

Updated: December 20, 2016 — 7:00 PM

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