"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.