"Check out those tits!" Charlie Davis was saying.
Traci paused on the stairway, with the laundry basket in her arms, and listened carefully. She could hear magazine pages turning and quiet exclamations from the guys. Her brother Jack and two friends from college were in the basement.
"Oh yeah!" she heard the heavy masculine voice of Todd Martin. "Christ, that makes my cock hard!"
Traci knew the boys well enough; The three had been friends throughout high school, and were now teammates on the Wisconsin State University baseball team. Jack, Charlie and Todd looked great, and were always hanging out together.
"rrrrriiiiiiiiiiiippp", Tracis' jaw dropped as she heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered; followed by two more quick, "zzzziiiiiiiiiip", "zzzziiiiiiiiip". Then a chorus of "ohhhhs" and "yaaaahhhhs."
Very carefully she peeked around the corner. The basement was finished with paneling and furnished with a couch, chair and a old plush oriental rug. On the couch Jack and Charlie had their cocks out and were taking turns looking at a magazine on the cushion between them. Todd Martins' face was hidden behind a magazine, legs spread and his penis sprouting thick and hard from his jeans. Charlie Davis stroked himself with a hand, while her brother Jack had both hands wrapped around his long hard-on, his eyes closed and his mouth open.
Traci moved silently down the remaining stairs and walked nonchalantly into the room carrying the laundry basket.
"Whooaaa!" she heard three voices in chorus as the boys scrambled to conceal their cocks.
As she stepped through the doorway into the laundry room she looked back at her brother trying to stuff his obscenely swollen penis into his pants, it wasn't working. Jack looked up and their eyes met for a long second. He saw his sister glance back down at his thick rod, and a blush colored her cheeks, before she disappeared.
"Oh shit," said Jack.
"Christ, she saw us!" panicked Charlie.
The boys quickly stashed the magazines, had zipped up their pants and were trying to look innocent, when they heard the washer start its' rhythmic whirring, and then Traci came back into the room.
"What were you guys doing?" she smiled. Jack was silent.
"Nothin," protested Todd. Traci looked at the thick bulge in the handsome boys' pants. She went to the couch and pulled a magazine from beneath a cushion where her brother sat. It was open to the foldout where a stunning young lady was drilling two fingers into her pussy.
"Wouldn't you rather look at a live girl" she teased, "than a magazine?" The boys were stunned when Traci stationed herself in the middle of the room and began twirling around slowly, displaying her ripe eighteen year old curves to the boys.
"You were masturbating weren't you," she looked at the handsome Charlie Davis and then down to the thick ridge along his thigh, hidden beneath his pants. Charlie, the youngest of the trio at 22, came from a wealthy family in an adjacent neighborhood: full dark hair, deep set black eyes, a strong, slender athlete.
She had dreamed of him often in her innocent pre-pubescent years. The dashing handsome boy who would waltz with her across a moonlit balcony.
Now he looked nervous.
Sexual tension filled the room as Traci felt the eyes of the three aroused men on her body.
Todd Martins' penis gave a lurch when he saw Jacks' sexy sister Traci turn around and pose in her stretch pants. The twin half-moons of her ass curved invitingly into a deep crease, that ran down, and under.
Jack was stunned. His beautiful sister had the sexiest smile on her face! As she spun around the overhead light flashed reflections from the long waves of her golden hair. It was also apparent she was braless; the white shirt tight across her grapefruit sized breasts. There was no doubt that she had blossomed into a woman. "We were just looking at some pictures," said Jack defensively. The magazine with the girl was in plain sight.
"Oh Yah," she laughed, "like this?" Traci made a motion in the air; jacking-off an imaginary penis.
The guys laughed at her silly imitation and Charlie seemed to relax, lounging back into the comfortable couch.
"No, like this," said Todd. He pulled out the magazine he had stuffed into the cushion and flashed a picture to Jack and Charlie, then began to study it carefully.
"Can't I see?" whined Traci; and in two steps she was at his chair. Todd turned the picture away, so Traci leaned in very close putting her hand on his thigh, the warmth of her full chest two inches from his face. The photo was a petite buxom blonde with clenched teeth and a big vibrating dildo sunk deep up her gash.
"You like that?" she whispered in Todds' ear, though everyone could hear, "hhmmmmm?" Todd was the star pitcher on the baseball team; tall, broad shouldered, and a very short military haircut. As Traci pulled back she let her fingers drift down to contact the long pole outlined through his jeans. Her deep blue eyes questioning his; and her long index slid the length of his bone.
On the couch, Charlie's' head was pounding. He was watching Jacks' undeniably gorgeous sister rub his buddy's' prick, her big sexy jugs wagging in his face. The result was that Charlies' penis was rock hard, completely tenting his boxer shorts and slacks. He scooted back on the couch a bit to relieve the pressure of his constricting shorts.
Traci saw him squirming.
"What are you looking at Charlie?" she smiled.
"You." he answered sullenly.
"Me?" She stood in erect profile in front of him. "You don't look very happy to see me."
Charlie edged backward again, trying to loosen more fabric to hide his bulging erection.
"Why don't you let it out?" she said.
Jack stared open mouthed at his sister.
Todd caught Charlies' eye, and grinned.
Charlie glared at Traci and slowly began to loosen his belt.
Traci stared into Charlie's' passive face while his fingers worked. Then she heard the steady zzziiiiiiiiiiip sound again and Charlie was shucking his slacks down over his knees, where they formed a grey puddle around his ankles.
With a twist of his wrist and a breathy gasp Charlie's' stiff penis popped out through the opening in his boxer shorts.
Tracis' eyes widened at the sight of his powerful erection. The ruddy phallus curved upward fiercely. She glanced nervously at her brother, his muscular bare chest was covered with little blonde curls and below his rippled abdomen a large bunch filled the basket of his blue jeans. His blue eyes were boring into her own.
"Will you pose for us Traci?" came Todd's' deep voice.
Looking back into her brothers eyes, she went to the wall, and switched off the light. "Okay," she said softly.
"Hey!"
"No fair."
"Aawwwwwww..." came the chorus of voices.
The room went black suddenly, but as their eyes adjusted the boys could see the dark shadow of Traci Williams in the middle of the room.
A dim glow, from the water heater in the laundry, began to diffuse across the knotty-pine.
"Stay there," she said, and began unbuttoning her shirt.
The crisp whisper of starched cotton sliding from smooth shoulders breathed softly in the dead quiet air.
Traci removed her shirt carefully. She was very proud of her breasts, and very pleased with the admiring glances she had been receiving from boys; and men. She stood in profile to Charlie Davis: a faint trace of starlight caressed the luxurious swell of her cleavage; the full pointy cones springing like succulent fruit from her breast. She dropped her shirt carelessly to the floor.
"Oh my god," moaned Todd.
She heard each sound magnified as he removed his pants. The top button being worked open, the zipper coming down, and then the loud clank of his belt buckle hitting the floor.
In the shadow Traci saw a long thick pole of flesh jutting from between his solid thighs; then his hand covered the tip, he made a ring with his thumb and finger, sliding it down the length of his shaft. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh" he sighed.
"Does that feel nice Todd?" she teased.
Traci's pink nipples popped out stiffly as a flush of sexual arousal flooded through her eager young body. She looked at Charlie then, and went over to the couch.
Using her palms she pressed her breasts together; and slid two fingertips out to tweak at her stiff nipples.
"Are you gonna play with yours' too Charlie?" her voice was low, husky.
Traci was thrilled when Charlie stood up to slip out of his boxers. Her handsome teenage crush had a big pair of balls hanging below his long saber curved probe. She could almost feel it rooting around in her womb.
