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               The last time they had spent the night together, Tracy had sensed
something slightly dangerous in Kerry's eyes that made her ears ring, her
blood sing, and that delicate soft place between her girlthighs go gooey.
As the evening progressed, Tracy felt the electricity in the air increase,
and had pretended to go to sleep early.  But as she lay there in Kerry's
big double bed, listening to the even breathing of her sleeping friend, she
found she couldn't sleep.  She started to imagine Kerry's strong hands
Kerry was an unrelenting jock) on her full breasts, her thighs, how the
slightly rough fingertips would feel against her skin... As Tracy
fantasized sleepily, her own hands drifted up to her breasts, and she
started to pinch her nipples, twisting and squeezing them so hard they
hurt.  As her nipples hardened into little red buttons, she started whimpering
under her breath and rubbing her thighs together.  She was still half
asleep as she slid her hands down her stomach and between her legs.  Now
she imagined Kerry had forced her to masterbute for her own pleasure,
had Tracy strapped to the bed and was watching her get herself off.
Tracy's innocent young mind didn't know exactly what she wanted from
Kerry, but part of her knew how she wanted to be hurt and as she silently
came, a hot flush of embarrassment spread over her chest.


 more [q=quit]                        The next morning, Tracy kept imagining that Kerry was looking at her
out of the corner of her eye, but each time she turned her head, Kerry's
attention was directed elsewhere.  Kerry wondered aloud what kind of bug
had gotten under Tracy's skin, and tossed her cropped-haired head in scorn
when Tracy just giggled and said nothing.  Ever since that night, the two
girls hadn't been communicating too well.


        As Tracy walked towards school that day, she found her path veering
towards Kerry's house.  She still had many unresolved feelings, and she hoped to
catch Kerry on her way out the door.  Maybe she could just act normal for once
and it would all disappear.  But as she neared the little country home that Kerry
shared with only her mother, Tracy's steps slowed.  Maybe this would be the wrong
time.  What if Kerry was in a bad mood?  As she hestitated at the walkway that led
to the front door, Kerry appeared in it, her muscular, tanned body clad in only her
ripped-up weekend jeans and a white t-shirt.  Tracy, of course, was wearing school
 more [q=quit]                clothes.  She enjoyed showing off her budding blonde good looks by wearing fairly
provocative clothing - as much as her parents would let her, of course.  She was
wearing a tight black miniskirt, made more modest by the addition of black boots
and an oversized sweater.
        As soon as she saw Kerry's curly head, her feet overpowered her hesitant
mind and they hurried her towards the door.
        "Hi Kerry!  I thought we could walk to school together?"  Her voice grew
hesitant as she realized that Kerry was not dressed to go to school.

        "Not today, Trace.  In fact, I believe that today you're not going either."
And she grabbed Tracy around the waist and pulled her inside, shutting the door
quickly and quietly.
        "Hey, what are you doing?  What's up?"  Fear and desire were starting to
run in an icy trickle down her stomach, and she peered up at Kerry,  opening her
blue eyes wide as though she could read Kerry's intents that way.
        Kerry grabbed Tracy's long blonde hair, gently pulling her head back and
 more [q=quit]                exposing her long white throat.  She took her index finger and drew it slowly down
Tracy's neck, stopping just short of her full breasts.  Tracy shivered with desire, and
Kerry chuckled, low in her throat, and said "I want you to give me a little bit of
what you gave yourself last Friday."
        "You were awake?!"  Tracy's voice squeaked a little, and she blushed with
shame.
        "You don't have to be embarrassed anymore, Trace.  I know why you've
been running away from me all week.  You're such a little slut, and you turn me on
so much."  As she said the last three words, the tip of her finger brushed each of
Tracy's nipples.  They hardened right away, and showed even through the thick
folds of her sweater.
        "You even came dressed for the occasion, didn't you, you little slut?
Answer me."
        Kerry's voice dropped to a menacing whisper and she yanked Tracy's head
back farther.  Tracy wondered why being called a bad word could make her breath
 more [q=quit]                come so fast and her cunt get so hot.  She whispered,  "Yes, Kerry, I did."
        "Well, I am glad to see that you have some sense, after all.  Do you know
what I learned last summer while I was visiting my aunt in the City, Trace?"  Kerry
let her grip on Tracy's hair soften so she could speak more easily.
        "No, what did you learn?"
        "You sure you want to find out?"  Kerry's free hand was still caressing
Tracy's tits, and she slowly squeezed one nipple and started twisting it, just like
Tracy had the week before.  Only it felt really different for Kerry to do it.  A very
surreal cloud started to surround Tracy, and she totally gave in to the exploding
sensations that her nipple was producing in the rest of her body.
        "Yes, I'm sure."
        "Come with me then, and I'll show you, you tramp."  Kerry led Tracy up
the stairs and into her room.  The familiar surroundings lulled Tracy somewhat, and
she did not protest when locked the door to the room.  Kerry walked up to her and
pulled her sweater partway off her head, which caused her blouse to come partway
 more [q=quit]                off as well, exposing her black lace bra.  Kerry didn't finish taking off the sweater
and blouse, just locked both of Tracy's arms into one hand and left her blinded by
her clothing.  Kerry slid her hand into Tracy's bra and fondled her some more and
said, "Slut, you even wore a mini skirt.  I'll bet your panties are pretty wet under
there."
        They were.  Kerry slid her fingers into Tracy's cunt, and found that all four
fingers fit just fine.
        "You've got such an open cunt, makes me think you might be sticking
more than just your fingers up there", she hissed in Tracy's ear.  She pushed her
best friend face down onto the bed, leaving her arms wrapped in her sweater and
blouse, then slid her skirt up around her hips and her panties down around her
ankles.  Tracy started whimpering helplessly.  She was so ashamed of her willing
pussy, but she couldn't seem to stop her body from begging Kerry to fuck her.  She
 more [q=quit]                spread her legs as wide as she could, thrusting her soft bottom into the air as Kerry
ran her hands up and down the insides of her thighs, pinching and kneading them.
Kerry hissed "You are such a bad little girl, coming on to me like this, begging me
to use you.  The sight of Tracy's round ass was too tempting and Kerry's hand
needed an excuse.  "You're cutting school, too.  I think you need to be punished."
SMACK!  Kerry's hand landed on Tracy's ass, and she struggled on the bed.
Kerry pinned Tracy to the bed with one arm and smacked her hard again.  Tracy bit
her lip and resolved not to cry out, or show how much Kerry's hard muscled arm
turned her on.  But she couldn't help thrusting her butt in the air to meet the next
slap, and Kerry smiled as she snarled  "Looks like you really want this, you sick
little cunt.  I think you need something else."  The hand that was pinning Tracy to
the bed slid into her cunt from behind, slid right into home plate, and Tracy's open
 more [q=quit]                cunt swallowed Kerry's fist whole.
        Tracy's control broke, and she moaned loudly and somehow managed to
grab the edge of the windowsill above the head of the bed.  This gave her the
leverage to fuck Kerry's fist, and as her naked ass bucked, Kerry started spanking
her again, harder.  Tracy's cunt opened wider as the slaps got more painful, and
soon her ass was red and she was spreading her thighs as wide as she could, rubbing
her clit against the bunched up sheets and wriggling up and down on Kerry's
pumping fist.  Tracy was so close to coming, and Kerry was dying to feel that hot
little cunt hole contract around her fist, but she wanted to prolong it, so she slowed
down, gently withdrew, and pulled Tracy to her hands and knees, briefly admiring
the view (and planning more fun) before she sat Tracy up,  pulled her sweater and
blouse off, and unzipped her skirt and pulled that off too.
        Tracy's face was flushed, her swollen lips were parted just like her cunt
lips, and Kerry couldn't resist kissing them gently to reassure Tracy that she still
 more [q=quit]                loved her friend and that what they were doing together was theirs to keep.  Then
she pushed Tracy down on the bed and just looked at her for a moment.  She made a
very sexy contrast to Kerry's dark lithe handsome beauty, with her pink skin, round
thighs and gorgeous full tits.  Kerry pulled off her own shirt, leaving her jeans on,
and knelt over Tracy, rubbing her tiny tits up and down Tracy's belly for
encouragement, then stood up at the head of the bed and said  "Now Tracy, you've
been very good so far.  Now I want to see you come.  Get yourself off for me Trace,
you slut, you cunt, lovely little whore.  You don't even have to be tied up, I know
you want to spread yourself for me to watch.  Flaunting your ass all over town in the
clothes, you're just begging for everyone to watch your sex.  Now you've got what
you really want, don't you?  Don't you?  Don't you?  And Kerry's fingers were
suddenly on Tracy's nipples, twisting them viciously, and her naughty little fingers
 more [q=quit]                couldn't help but go right to her cunt, spreading the juice on her thighs as she slid
two fingers into her own cunt, and worked one over her clit.  Kerry's hand on her
breasts were so cruel, and her eyes were so hot as they played over Tracy's body that
she started writhe on the bad, arching her back and thrusting her tits toward Kerry,
turning herself into a porno movie just for Kerry.  Kerry kept working her tits,
keeping them stretched out, and Tracy's hand got faster and faster, and as she came,
her contol finally broke and she screamed, letting her voice arch out over the house
like a pouncing tiger.

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