Page 8 of Training Tracey

"Uh... Fuck.... alright sweetheart…" Amanda groaned, delighting in the hot shivers rippling through her, the circles of her hips growing more forceful. "I'll fuck you...uh…now…cum for me...oh!”

Tracey couldn’t stand it. It was too intense, too hot. Her body felt like fire, tongues of white flame spreading out from her wet and throbbing cunt. She was so close.

But it wouldn’t come. She could practically feel herself dangling on the edge. “I can’t!” she whimpered.

“Oh baby, yes you can.” Amanda pressed, rising to close the gap between them and attack the hollow of the girl’s neck with licks and nips while grinding their clits together. “Let it all out so Mark can see. He’s watching. Let my husband see that pretty face of yours as I make you cum. Then he’s going to take your precious virginity and make you cum on his big, yummy cock. Go on, cum! Cum! Cum!”

Mr Burton. She knew she shouldn’t look, but Tracey couldn’t help herself. Mr Burton was watching, and it made her belly flutter. He was wreathed in shadow and light, dark and deliciously dangerous, his eyes burning brightly as he watched her with a predatory hunger, his cock standing tall. He wasn’t touching himself and that excited her. All this for me.

“Mr Burton, I-I…Oh fuck, fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!”

“Attagir- Oh shit! Yes! Yes, right there, oh! Yes! I'm cumming too!” Amanda followed almost immediately, pushed over the brink and into oblivion.

Relaxing into their simultaneous releases, the two women slipped into a serene afterglow.

Tracey felt like she was floating in a warm bath and just staying awake became a chore as her eyes grew heavy and all the cares of the world seemed to float away. If this was a dream, then she hoped she would never wake up.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched Amanda slowly rise to her knees on shaky legs and manoeuvre around to sit beside her husband and whisper something in his ear. He nodded, and then she was gone. Mark was looming over her.

He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her gently down at the head of the bed. She felt the mattress sink under his weight as he crawled up the length of her body.

“There’s no going back after this, Tracey.” His voice was gruff, but when he cupped her chin, his touch was gentle. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Even now, he was still concerned for her, but the thought of him stopping had her arms snaking up around his neck. She arched, opening her gates. “Mmm… I’ve never been so sure.” She husked, rolling the heat of her moist arousal along his cock. “Mr Burton, please, fuck me.”

He nodded, easing forward. Tracey’s head rolled back onto her shoulders, her lips parting and her eyes falling shut as his broad crest slid slowly inside-

A bolt of pain ran up Tracey’s spine as she felt the excruciating pop of her virginity.

“It…It…hurts…" she whimpered, fighting back tears and digging her nails into his back so hard that trickles of blood ran down his skin.

“Relax…sweetheart,” Mark mouthed into her hair, fisting the sheets against the urge to fuck her as her inner walls bore down on him. He needed to wait, to let her adjust, but fuck, she was tight. “The pain will pass. It’s better this way, just like ripping off a plaster. Now you just need to relax.”

Tracey could only nod and cling to him, dragging in deep breaths as the pain began to fade. The pain turned into pleasure and Tracey felt herself floating away.

Torn between torturous pleasure and exquisite agony, Mark could only grit his teeth against the desire to cum right then and there. “God, your pussy feels so good.”

His words were anaesthesia. Tracey wanted more of him, wanted to feel him move inside of her, pounding her, fucking her to insanity, the heat of his seed filling her to the brim...

She couldn’t stand it. Moving her hips, she began to grind against the base of his shaft, making them both moan and draw in a shuddering breath.

The thrill she got from their union was breath-taking. Tracey eagerly tried to take more, but Mark's hands trailed down to cup her bum, his powerful grip holding her still.

“Mr… Mr Burton…please…I want…” she moaned, her body’s need for him growing almost frenzied as he rolled his hips. He was being gentle, lightly touching her, teasing. No, this wasn’t what she wanted.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Go on, tell me…”

“Fuck me,” she growled, legs crossing over his buttocks. “Now!”

He smiled, then thrust down as she moved to meet him, forcing her to take another two inches of him.

“Mr…Burton…” Tracey gasped, all defiance melting away as he withdrew almost completely from her depths. She felt infected with an empty feeling as he pulled back before finally thrusting home. “Oh…oh God! I’m gonna burst! Yes, Yes! Don't stop, don't ever stop... I want more. Make me scream!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’re about to get the fuck of your life.” Her pussy was slick and tight, her inner muscles clenching around him. He pulled away before returning fast and hard, slamming into her, every inch of him filling her.

“Oh, fuck…Fuck me, fuck me!”

“Yeah? You like that, Tracey?” he teased, thrusting into her harder, faster. “You like getting fucked by your best friend’s dad?”

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