"Mmmmmm," she sighed, "mmmmm, yesss!"

Hot juice kept pouring from her tiny virgin cunt. Soaking the crotch of her panties and drenching her swirling fingertip. She'd noticed that whenever she got the urge to play with herself, her cunt would start creaming helplessly. She didn't know just what that meant. She hadn't had much experienced with sex or boys. In fact, she hadn't been allowed to date until this year.

As she eagerly frigged her clit, she thought about her one and only boyfriend, Freddie. A wiry red-haired kid, Freddie was always trying to get into her pants. His efforts got her very excited, but she never gave in, because her strictly religious parents had warned her that she'd go to hell if she had sex before marriage. Tracy was beginning to wonder if that was really true. How could something that felt so good be so bad?

As her excitement mounted, she caught her wet little clit shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. That sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her pussy and made her tiny cunt hole gush even more hot sticky cream. She writhed with horny excitement and moaned hoarsely. Pretty soon she'd get that urgently needed explosion of release.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," she whined, "feels so damned nice."

She thought about all the naughty but delicious things she and Freddie had done in his parked car at the end of a date. He'd give her deep tongue kisses that made her squirm with lust and he'd slip his hands under her sweatar and play with her naked tits till she could hardly stand the excitement. Once he laid down on top of her, with their clothes on, and made a strange humping and pumping motion that aroused her more than anything.

She remembered that time vividly. There was a big hard bulge in Freddie's crotch, and he rubbed it roughly against hot tender mound till she actually got off. Freddie must have gotten off, too, because he yelped and moaned, and then there was a big wet spot on his fly. Tracy asked him what had happened, and he said they'd come.