Curtis grabbed the firm cheeks of Ali's ass, spread them apart and lowered his head again, beginning to lick all around her hole. A strange, hoi; feeling swept over Ali as the cool air washed over her spit-slicked asshole. And, she nearly jumped, when Curtis snaked the tip of his tongue into the tight pucker of her anus. The wet slick tongue worked its way inside. Ali whimpered with lust.
A long sigh escaped her lips when the invading tongue slid slowly from her at last. "That was so nice" the raven-haired slut moaned. "I wish you would do it some morel"
"Oh, there are even nicer things in store for you tonight, my dear," Curtis assured Ali as he raised up on his knees behind her. "I can promise you that."
Ali tried to focus her lust-glazed eyes on the mirror. For a moment, she didn't understand what Curtis meant. But her eyes widened with excitement as she saw him lining up his swollen cock-head with the cheeks of her ass. He rubbed his hard prick all around her asshole, coating it in her wetness.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Ali cried out. "Fuck me!"
CHAPTER ONE
Ali Kellog stood in front of the dresser mirror in her upstairs bedroom, examining herself critically. She smiled softly as she hefted one of her large, firm tits and gently thumbed the nipple until it stood out from its pink center like a petite, coral-hued eraser.
"Um, that feels so good!" the young woman said to herself with a soft sigh.
Ali had discovered this game with her body a few years ago despite-or perhaps because of-the strict religious upbringing that had been imposed on her all her life by her parents. Since their deaths six months ago in a car accident, and the subsequent move to live with her aunt and uncle, who were much more relaxed than her parents had ever been, she was more at ease and open about herself and her body.
She let the towel she wore around her trim waist drop to the carpet at her feet. Her long, shapely legs were still wet, as was the dewy thatch of her dark black curly cunt hair.
Tentatively, Ali touched the slightly swollen pink pussy lips nestled within the moist pubic mound, shivering when she discovered the lips were wet, and not from the shower she had just taken. She stroked them lightly and felt a little shiver of excitement course through her.
It was like that every time she touched herself. And there were times her pussy would begin oozing its clear fluid without even being touched. She had a pretty good idea why, but was too embarrassed to ask either her aunt or her uncle about it. And she really didn't have any friends here in this city, only having lived here a short while.
I'll bet this is why my parents wouldn't let me date, she thought to herself. It was why her mom and dad had kept such a close eye on her and had enforced such strict rules about what she could and could not do-even though she was nearly twenty-two years old.
Ali sighed and sat back on the bed, looking around her room. It didn't look like a room belonging to a young woman. She knew her aunt and uncle had meant well when they had fixed it for her, but it definitely wasn't what she would have picked for herself.
She looked over at her closet and stared at the clothing hanging there. It consisted of plain blouses and skirts which served to cover her body-not show it off-which again was a by-product of her upbringing.
While other young women wore jeans, or stylish outfits to college, Ali persisted in wearing the same type of clothing she had been brought up in; although, lately, she had been giving some thought to buying something new. Unfortunately, she really wasn't in a financial position to buy much.
Her father had been a well-meaning man, hard working and caring, but not too good at managing his money. When he and Ali's mother had died, there had been little left from the insurance. After paying off the bills, Ali was left with just enough to finish college, and just barely. As a result, she had hired herself out as a babysitter to some of the families in the neighborhood, trying to earn some extra cash.
Ali lay back on the bed, her long, raven hair fanning out on the white bedspread behind her as she stared at her sexy image in the dresser mirror.
"I'm not young anymore," she whispered to herself.
She brought her long, sleek legs up onto the bed and spread herself open, looking at her reflection in the mirror, examining herself critically.
She had gorgeous blue eyes, the kind rarely found in a face surrounded by cascades of raven-black hair. Round and blue, she knew they were absolutely stunning.
I definitely do not look like a young woman when I lie like this, she thought to herself. Complimenting her image, she stared at the growth of dark pussy hair that engulfed her cunt slit. She parted the lips of her pussy and giggled as she saw the juicy excess of slick fluids seeping out.
Ali dipped a long finger into the hot oil. The finger glided over the little pearl of coral-colored flesh at the top of her cunt.
"Oh," the surprised young woman moaned as an odd feeling swept through her pussy and lower belly.
Her clit was extremely sensitive. All she had to do was touch it and she would nearly have an orgasm. In the back of her mind she thought perhaps her parents had wanted to keep any boys from touching her clit. Or any other part of her body. They were afraid she would get pregnant and disgrace them and herself.
Ali worked the finger into her pussy. The stiff surface glided in along the throbbing nub of her clit, and once again a new burst of the wonderful feelings filled her cunt.
"Oh, man, this is fantastic!" Ali murmured aloud, wiggling back against her pillow. She could watch herself in the mirror, watch her finger disappearing up into her pussy.
Hot flashes of joy-which seemed to get stronger and stronger with each stroke-were totally taking over the young woman now. Ali knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her orgasm.
"Oh ... it's so good," she sighed. Her finger worked faster and faster inside her cunt.
Soon the lithe college girl was rolling and bucking on the bed. Ali's fingers were flying in and out of her slippery pussy, her pert ass coming up off the bed with each stroke.
"Ga ... gah!" Ali whined, her head spinning with incredible pleasure.
Ali's heels were dug into the bedspread, pushing her strong young legs up like tightly wound springs. She cooed and moaned and shook her long black locks from side to side as she bounced wildly up off the bed, her fingers drilling frantically into her juicy slit.
She managed to catch her left tit, and played with her cunt with her right hand. She squeezed down on the fully erect little nipple, and something went off like a cannon deep down inside her.
"Ooh, damn!" Ali wailed, as furious spasms of the most intense delight imaginable jerked through her climaxing pussy.
Lost in utter ecstasy, Ali whimpered and writhed and rolled around on the bed. She felt the gush of cum sluice from her cunt. The searing fluid covered her fingers and ran down the cheeks of her well-shaped ass.
"Oh, I'm gonna die!" Ali gasped as the pussy tightening contractions roared through her taut body.
After what seemed like forever, Ali felt the exquisite sensations slowly starting to drain away. The magical feelings lessened and the hot cream stopped flowing. Sighing, she reluctantly pulled her fingers from her cunt.
Still panting, Ali finally sat up on the bed. Her eyes were still on the mirror, watching her nipples slowly ease back to their normal size, and her chest gradually stop heaving.
A movement in the mirror caught Ali's eye. She looked carefully and saw something which surprised her completely.
Next door, in the upstairs bedroom directly across from hers, Ali could see the mirror atop Mr. and Mrs. Woodson's dresser. And as she looked, she could see Mr. Woodson's reflection in the mirror.
Shock immobilized Ali completely. Mr. Wood-son was completely naked! And he was on the bed in his room, just as she had been in hers!
Ali had never seen a naked man in her life. She couldn't believe how muscular, hairy and downright masculine her new neighbor looked with all his clothes off. He was reclining on the bed, his hand moving up and down his huge hunk of cock meat.
Ali stared at the very first naked cock she had ever seen. It was long and thick and still slightly floppy, like the trunks on the elephants Ali had seen at the zoo.
As Mr. Woodson kept stroking the flaccid prick, each pump of his fist seemed to bring a little more stiffness to the engorging prick. Ali's eyes were glued to the hardening cock. She couldn't believe how big it was getting. Or how purple the very tip of the swollen shaft looked as Mr. Woodson continued jerking his fist up and down.
In moments the thick shaft was bloated to its fullest extent. As Mr. Woodson released it for a moment, the long cock throbbed upright over the fat sac at its base. Ali gasped at the sheer size and length of the towering cock as it pulsed menacingly over the fur-thatched nut bag.
As soupy as her pussy mouth felt right now, Ali didn't see how a woman could take such a big chunk of cock shaft up inside her without it splitting her in half!
Still, it gave Ali a rush of sensations in her cunt to think about trying to take the huge cock inside her virgin pussy. Sighing, Ali wondered how good something as big as that might feel if she could somehow get it in her pussy. If her slender fingers could cause an explosion, like the one she was still feeling, what would a cock like Mr. Woodson's do to her cunt?
The very thought of his cock easing its thick shaft between her cunt lips sent a big shiver of enjoyment and excitement up Ali's spine. Before she knew it, she was staring eagerly at Mr. Wood-son as he flogged his rigid prick. And she was thinking about how wonderful it would feel if he were driving it up into her cunt.
"Oh! Do it to me, Mr. Woodson!" Ali murmured softly. Working her fingers back into her cunt, she sat on the edge of the bed, with her long legs splayed wide, watching the figure in her mirror.
As if he had actually heard her, Mr. Woodson arched his back up from the bed as he pumped himself. Ali imagined herself sitting on top of that stiff prick, feeling Mr. Woodson drive it up into her cunt.
"Oh do it, do it hard!" Ali cooed, placing a second finger alongside the first in her pussy.
The added width of two fingers gliding up into her tight cunt made it easier for Ali to imagine she was being fucked by her handsome neighbor. With her background and upbringing, Ali was not used to saying "fuck," even in her thoughts. But she felt so totally aroused and wanton now that "fuck" seemed to fit perfectly what she wanted to do.
"Fuck me! Fuck my virgin pussy, Mr. Wood-son!" Ali moaned, jamming the two fingers up into herself even further.
Ali couldn't get over the idea that Mr. Woodson could somehow hear her hot urgings. As she spoke, he picked up the speed of his nearly violent cock massage. It was easy for her to think of the jerking, frantically hunching man as her lover.
Panting with renewed need and lust, Ali finger-fucked her juicy cunt faster and faster, keeping time with Mr. Woodson's muscular jerkings in her mirror. The fantasy they seemed to be sharing sent Ali's virgin pussy into overdrive. She mashed her fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as she could, delighting in the squishy sounds.
"Mr. Woodson! You're fucking me! You're fucking me so good, so fucking hard, I can't stand it!" Ali gasped, completely inflamed by the sight of herself in the mirror.
Her tits shook wildly and her cunt was spread open, drooling hot fluids. Her long black tresses tumbled and whipped over her naked shoulders as she continued to finger-fuck herself in time with her neighbor's strokes.
Suddenly, Mr. Woodson arched his back. His lower torso lifted all the way up from the bed, his heels digging into the bedcovers as he bridged upward. His hand was flying along his rigid cock-shaft; the engorged cockhead towered above it like an overripe plum.
Ali watched, breathless with excitement, as Mr. Woodson's prick fired a long, thick streamer of white stuff straight up in the air. The lengthy streamer fell back down, a stringy line of white across his naked, deeply tanned thigh.
In the mirror, Ali could see her phantom lover moan, and pump his swollen cock staff again. Another rope of cum spilled out, not spewing nearly so high this time, then oozing down to cover its owner's fingers with the rich slime.
As Ali watched, another and another, and still another of the white, thick jets of cock cum spurted out. They seemed to melt Mr. Woodson's fat cock as fast as they shot out, puddling in his pubic hair, coating his fist.
"Oohh!" Ali moaned. Her fingers drilled frantically into her cunt.
She had never seen anything so gross-yet so beautiful, so incredibly ... sexy! She thought about all that gooey, thick cum gushing up into her as she rode Mr. Woodson's cunt-splitting cock, and she could not hold off the torrid feelings raging through her pussy a second longer.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" Ali groaned. Her whole body was shaking violently with her second climax in just minutes.
Shockwaves of pleasure reverberated from Ali's cunt to her jiggling tits. She grabbed a bobbing nipple with her free hand and squeezed it, sending even hotter pulses of lushness shooting through her convulsing cunt.
"AAHH!" Ali whined; her cunt was clenching so hard it almost hurt as she fucked herself with her stiffened fingers.
The searing spasms went on for a few more seconds. Ali moaned, and drove the fingers into her sopping cunt hole, until the last furious jerks of pleasure had ebbed from her.
When the wonderful feeling finally passed, Ali looked at her mirror. Mr. Woodson was reaching for a towel on the bed. He casually wiped off the sticky white goo from his belly and pubic bush, then stood up.
As Ali watched him clean, she smiled. What a great day this had turned out to be, she thought. She wondered what Mr. Woodson would say if he only knew what an intimate, beautiful experience they had shared.
The self-satisfied smile on Ali's face froze in place as Mr. Woodson grinned and waved to her in the mirror. Then he calmly walked over to his own window and pulled the drapes shut.
Ali suddenly felt like crawling into a hole somewhere. Mr. Woodson had known all along that she could see him, and had deliberately jerked his cock and found his release vicariously-just as she had.
Yet as much as she wanted to be mad at him, she could not; she had used him for her own pleasures as well. But she knew she could never face him now. She would die of total embarrassment.
CHAPTER TWO
"What an incredible dummy I am!" Ali muttered to herself. She walked from the bus stop on the comer to her aunt and uncle's house, returning from her classes at the junior college.
"What kind of brains does it take to figure out that, if I could see him, he could see me as well?" she asked herself, still amazed at her own stupidity from the day before. She had been kicking herself all day long, and had slept very little last night.
What's he going to do? she wondered. What's he going to say? "I saw your niece doing naughty things to herself up in her room yesterday." Not likely. Not after what I saw him doing.
Ali had used the same argument all day long to make herself feel better, but it really hadn't given her much relief. Now, as she came down the block past the Woodsons' house, she found her heart pounding. What if he had told her aunt or uncle? What if they were waiting for her in the front room? What if....
Taking a deep breath, Ali went into the house. Better to get it over with, she told herself. If she was going to get in trouble, it was best to find out and take her punishment.
"Oh, Ali, I'm so glad you came home right after your classes today, dear," her Aunt Sara said, rushing to her as soon as she set foot in the front room.
Much to her relief, Sara was smiling. Her eyes were shining with the love she had for her niece. To Ali it seemed as if her aunt were living each day as if it were her last: always trying to get the most she could out of every day and every moment. Just being around her was an uplifting experience.
"Our neighbor, that nice Mr. Woodson from next door, called earlier today from work. He asked if you could babysit for him tonight?"
"I ... well, I could use the money," Ali admitted. She turned away from her aunt so the older woman wouldn't see the crimson flush on her face.
"Of course you could, dear. Perhaps one of these days you'll take some of the money you make and buy yourself some new clothes."
Ali turned around and looked at her aunt, wondering what she was driving at. "What do you mean, Aunt Sara?"
"Oh, nothing, dear. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut."
She looked at Sara and grinned, knowing the older woman was dying to say something. "Come on, out with it."
"I know your parents kept a pretty strict rope tied around your neck, and pretty much controlled your life. But, Ali, you're a young woman now, and it's time you started to look at yourself as such. "You are a beautiful woman, Ali, you really are. And it wouldn't take much to turn you into a stunning beauty. I'd like to help, if you'll let me."
Ali was stunned. She could see her aunt was serious. It made her aware once more of the difference between Sara and her mother-who had been nearly ten years older than Sara. Actually, Sara was closer to Ali's age than the young woman realized at times.
"Well, sure, Aunt Sara. I guess I need someone to help me, because I don't know diddly about makeup and things like that."
"Great! I'll tell you what. Next weekend you and I will go shopping. I've got a little mad money stored away we can use, so you won't have to spend so much of your own. How's that?"
Ali thought it was great. She could see how much joy it would bring her aunt to do this for her. She felt a sudden rush of love for the woman, and reached out to hug her.
"Good. Now, about Mr. Woodson. He called earlier to say his wife has to work late tonight. He's not sure if he can handle a newborn baby by himself, and was wondering if you would be willing to go there and lend a hand, more or less. He said he would pay our regular rates, even though he'll be there, since he figured you would be doing most of the work. From what he said, his wife won't be home until around midnight. Maybe later."
Ali was too shocked to say anything.
"I told him you'd be delighted," Sara explained, oblivious to her niece's distress. "You're so good with babies."
With that, her aunt turned away and went toward the kitchen, talking about what a nice man Mr. Woodson was, and how lucky there were to have him and his wife as their neighbors. Ali swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she watched her aunt disappear into the kitchen.
Ali realized there wasn't a thing she could do about tonight, not a damned thing. Certainly not without creating a big row which would only make her aunt and uncle suspicious of her motives for turning down the job.
For the next couple of hours Ali worried about what would happen when she went next door and actually confronted Mr. Woodson. The thought caused her to nearly choke on her dinner.
At seven-thirty she walked next door and rang the doorbell. Mr. Woodson opened it promptly, looking very relaxed in baggy corduroy jeans and a vee-neck sweater.
Ali could see his thick hair sticking out from the vee, and remembered how hairy and muscular his body was. Her knees quivered momentarily.
"You okay?" Mr. Woodson asked, surprised. He seemed concerned by her suddenly pale face. "If you don't feel well, I can try and manage the baby myself."
Ali almost took him up on his offer. But then she decided that might raise more questions than she had answers for.
"No, I'm okay," she replied quickly. "I'm just a bit nervous, this being my first time with you and all." She could feel her face going crimson. "Babysitting, I mean," she added quickly.
Mr. Woodson smiled and motioned her inside. She went in, feeling like a complete idiot. Why on earth hadn't she said she wasn't feeling well?
"There's not much for you to do at the moment," Mr. Woodson said. "I guess we could watch a little television and talk for a while, and wait for the next call from the nursery."
Ali simply nodded, too wound up to answer. She sat on the couch in front of the television, watching as Mr. Woodson dimmed the living room lights and started the VCR hooked to a big screen console.
"I just got a new tape," he explained, joining her on the couch. "I just rented it and haven't seen it yet."
The movie flickered onto the screen and Ali tried to get interested. It was a light comedy-romance, with lots of bare tits and asses on the women, and hairy-chested close-ups of the men; but no real sex.
Still, Ali squirmed uneasily on the couch. While there was no actual on-camera fucking, the simulated love scenes were hot enough to make her cunt begin to tingle and ooze slightly with her fluids. The attractive actors drawing the naked starlets into steamy, bare-chested embraces made Ali think of Mr. Woodson's hairy chest.
Shooting him a quick glance from the corner of her eye, Ali discovered he wasn't paying any attention to her at all. He just sat there, with his eyes on the screen, tufts of his dark, sexy chest hair poking out from the neck of his lightweight sweater. Looking at him made her remember the way heavy wads of cum had shot from his huge cock the afternoon before.
"Oh!" Ali moaned, unable to control herself. Or her wanton thoughts.
Mr. Woodson turned and smiled. "Pretty hot scene, eh?"
Ali nodded. She wanted to tell him the scene they had played out yesterday, in their own respective mirrors, had been a hundred times hotter for her. But she didn't have the courage to speak.
As he looked into her eyes, Ali realized he was clearly reading what her mind was thinking. He smiled warmly at her.
"You're thinking about yesterday afternoon, aren't you, sweetheart?" he asked softly. "You really put on a show for me, didn't you?"
Ali could feel the heat creeping into her innocent-looking face. "No, no, it wasn't like that! Really!" She was becoming even more embarrassed because she knew she was lying. "I didn't know you could see me. I really didn't. Not until the very end...." Ali's voice dropped into an awkward silence.
"You know, you really turned me on," Mr. Woodson told her. His voice was low and soft, and to her, very sexy. "The way you were playing with yourself really got to me. You have a beautiful body."
Ali wanted to die of shame; yet she felt flattered by his comments about her body. She didn't know whether to run screaming from the house, or stay there and be with him. His eyes were smiling at her, making her feel warm inside. He was very handsome ... exciting. And very masculine to her.
She knew if she kept looking at his eyes she would be in trouble. But her feet wouldn't move. A shiver of excitement coursed through her as Mr. Woodson slid closer to her on the couch. His muscular thigh touched hers. She remained there, even when he eased an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her closer.
"You are such a beautiful woman," he whispered in Ali's ear, his hand softly caressing her shoulder. "So trim and fresh and young. And so virginal-looking. It's hard to believe such a well-scrubbed, innocent-looking angel can be so hot!"
Ali's stomach fluttered wildly. She twisted beneath his arm and started to get up. "I really should be going home," she murmured, feeling disturbed by her own inner turmoil. "I mean, the baby is asleep and I...."
Mr. Woodson's warm lips were suddenly pressed against her own. He kissed her softly, tenderly, enticingly, and Ali kissed him back. Uncertainly at first, then, feeling more sure of herself, harder and more passionately.
She heard him moan with delight when his tongue worked its way between her lips, into her mouth. Ali shivered with excitement. No one had ever kissed her like this before!
She groaned from the intensity of desire the kiss was stirring within her. Mindlessly she crushed her perfectly shaped tits against Mr. Woodson's chest and allowed him to explore her mouth freely with his slippery tongue.
She could tell he was getting as hot and turned on as she. She felt him sucking on her tongue as she pushed it tentatively into his mouth, passion drawing another moan of joy from the depths of her throat.
"You sure are a hot one!" Mr. Woodson panted as he pulled slightly away from the excited, turned on young woman. "You really drive me crazy, Ali. Just like you did yesterday when you finger-fucked that hot little pussy of yours."
"I wasn't doing it for you." Ali tried to explain again that it had all been an accident.
"I don't care. It doesn't matter!" Mr. Woodson's dark eyes blazed with lust. "All that matters is you did it, I saw you, and it drove me wild! I want you, Ali. I want to see you play with yourself again."
Ali shook with excitement at his words. What Mr. Woodson wanted her to do was shameless.
"I couldn't do that!" She protested weakly, blushing harder than before. "I'd be too embarrassed!"
"Sure you could, sweetheart," Mr. Woodson whispered softly, his eyes boring into her own. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to show yourself to me again ... all hot and naked and wet."
"Mr. Woodson, I-"
"I think you should call me Rick, sweetheart," he told her with a short laugh. "I would never force you to do anything you don't want, I promise. Ali, it's just that you are so damn beautiful, so trim and curvy and sexy. And you looked so fucking beautiful yesterday. You felt good when I was watching you, didn't you?"
Rick's words were soft and gentle. "Yes," she replied in a hushed whisper, "it did feel good. It was better than anything I've ever felt in my life."
Rick smiled at her. "Then what's wrong with feeling that way again? I won't touch you, I promise. And I won't make you touch me. I just want to watch you do yourself again. And I want you to watch me get off as well. Doesn't that make you curious-the idea of seeing a grown man cum right in front of you, Ali?"
Ali squirmed on the couch. Rick's hot kisses had made her cunt wet. And his talk of watching her, and of her watching him while he shot his load, made the lips of her pussy tingle with joy and excitement.
"Yes, it does," she mumbled. "Yesterday was the first time I've ever seen a man naked before. I've always wanted to see ... one of those things up close."
Rick Woodson's grin grew even broader. Without a word, he unzipped his baggy cord trousers and unbuckled his belt. He slipped his pants off.
"Oohh, my goodness!" Ali hissed with awe as the huge cock she had beheld the day before came into view. "You don't wear any underwear!" She stared at the naked, throbbing cock rising from his crotch like a pole.
"Shorts just get in the way." Rick stroked his thick prick slowly. "How do you like it?"
Ali couldn't tear her eyes from the pulsing nine inches of hardened cock flesh. She licked her lips nervously and watched as Rick pumped the prick to its full hardness.
"Ali, let me see your tits," Rick suggested. "Play with those gorgeous pink nipples while I stroke my cock. Show me those beautiful sweet tits. Ali."
Ali was hypnotized by the cock jutting from Rick's crotch. He began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes still riveted to the steely cock.
"That's good," he said, encouraging her softly as she slowly pulled the top free and let it drop to the floor. "Now the bra, and the jeans. Let me see all of you, Ali. And I'll let you see all of me."
Rick stood up, tugged off his sweater and kicked off his shoes. He sat down on the couch, a little closer to Ali this time.
"Here, let me help," he offered gently, pulling off her jeans and unsnapping her bra with ease as she leaned back on the couch.
"Now the fun really starts," he whispered softly.
CHAPTER THREE
Ali felt incredibly lewd sitting on Rick's couch in the nude. Her pert nipples poked outward, as stiff as they had been the day before, after she had squeezed them. Her cunt was flowing with slippery juices, even though it had yet to be touched.
Rick's thick cock poked straight up in the air, throbbing in time with his rapid stroking, and Ali thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. Just the sight of that pole of hard flesh gave her goose bumps!
"Play with your pussy, Ali," Rick said, urging her softly. "Here, you watch me, and I'll watch you."
Rick brought his hand to his prick shaft, wrapping his fingers around it, moving the loose skin up and down as Ali watched raptly. A bead of clear fluid pearled up from the tiny slit at the tip of the fat cockhead.
"What's that?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper. "It's not like the white stuff I saw yesterday."
Rick pumped his prick a little faster. "It is what's called pre-cum, Ali. It's kind of like the lubricant your hot little cunt puts out when you get excited. Like right now." He lowered his eyes to her pussy.
Ali followed Rick's eyes downward. Her pussy was oozing heavily. The liquid glistened on the inner folds of her cunt.
"Go ahead, stroke it, Ali," Rick encouraged her. "Just play with it a little with your fingers."
Ali moaned from the intensity of excitement the older man's words brought to her virginal body. Her fingers crept to her pussy, her fingers making contact with the upraised bud of her tender clit.
"Uhhh!" she groaned as thrills of pleasure and excitement raced through her cunt.
"Your nipples, baby, play with your nipples while you play with your pussy." Rick's voice was a low, throaty whisper.
Ali did as he asked, too overcome by the hot fierceness of the heady sensations to resist. She grasped one of her pink nipples between her fingers and gently squeezed as she continued stroking her inflamed clit.
"Let me help," Rick offered, taking the other jiggling tit in his hand. His right hand still moved up and down his swollen prick shaft.
"Oh, yes!" Ali whispered huskily.
It felt too wonderful to stop! Ali twisted and groaned, closing her eyes as she touched her thudding clit, enjoying Rick's knowing hand on her full, taut breast.
"Your pussy, Ali. Fuck your finger up inside your pussy."
Under ordinary circumstances, the mere mention of the word "fuck" would have made Ali call a halt to the lewd, exciting game she and Rick were playing. But she was just too hot to stop. She eased a finger up into her virginal cunt.
"Um!" Ali moaned. "It feels so good this way."
Ali hunched over slightly, jerking the impaling finger, driving it deeper into her juicy, clinging cunt with each stroke. Every fiery penetration caused the hot thrills coursing between her pussy and well-squeezed tits to grow larger and more intense.
"Too hot!" Ali babbled, feeling her cunt starting to quake, just as it had the day before. "Gonna ... cummin!"
Ali wailed with utter joy and, arching up from the couch, her young cunt exploded with release. A hot torrent of pussy juice flooded her delving fingers as she came and came. Her full tits jerked and clenched beneath her squeezing fingers; each spasm sent another wave of climax contracting through her shuddering cunt.
"Oh, baby, do you ever cum!" Rick told her.
Rick's voice seemed awed, yet somehow far away to the shivering young woman's ears. As Ali floated back to earth, she opened her lake-blue eyes and found Rick watching her intently, his prick still rock hard.
"You ... you didn't ... shoot," Ali said, surprised and disappointed.
"No, I didn't," Rick replied.
"But ... why not?"
"Because I want you to help," Rick told her. "I want you to stroke my cock for me."
Ali felt a blush creeping into her face. Now that her own excitement was over, she felt a little un-easy about touching Rick's hard cock. And yet, she knew she had to. After all, hadn't he helped her to one of the best climaxes she had ever had?
"What do I have to do?" Ali asked.
"Just put your hand around it, like this." Rick reached down and guided her hand to his cock. "Now work it up and down, like this."
Ali moaned when she felt the velvety skin of the steely prick shaft beneath her fingers. It was so wild, so kinky to be doing this! Especially with a man old enough to be her father!
She was amazed by the feel of Rick's cock in her hand. The skin was hot and soft. But beneath it, the shaft of his cock was like a bar of iron. The contrast of sensations was fascinating to her.
"You're catching on fast, Ali," Rick groaned with happiness. "Just keep stroking it up and down. A little faster; just like that."
Ali moved her fist up and down a little faster. She enjoyed the sensation of soft skin gliding over hard muscle.
"Oh, baby, that's so good!" Rick murmured. "Let me make it more exciting for you. Let me help you enjoy it even more."
Ali wanted to tell Rick she was already turned on from touching his cock. Before she was able to say anything, Rick bent over, his lips close to her right tit.
"OHH!" Ali broke into a moan as Rick sucked her nipple in his hot mouth.
Ali had never before felt anything like Rick's hot lips on her sensitive tits. The warmth, the exquisite sucking sensations, the lap of his rough, slick tongue, all sent shudders of ecstasy rolling through her full, firm breasts.
"Do you like that, baby doll?" Rick whispered after he had thoroughly laved the spiked nipple.
"Oh, yes!" Ali sighed, closing her blue eyes in utter bliss.
Rick captured the other tit-tip between his lips and gave it a good going over.
Ali was beside herself with lust. She moaned deeply and pushed her tits towards his mouth. Her hand gripped his steely cock even harder.
She jerked her fist more quickly, actually enjoying the sensations it was producing in conjunction with Rick's lips on her tits.
Rick switched back to the other tit, his fingers coming up to engulf the second, spit-slickened mound of flesh. He squeezed and cupped the tender orbs as he sucked them. Ali groaned and pushed her tits even harder against his sucking mouth and gripping hand.
"Oh, oh, yes!" Ali whimpered. One of Rick's fingers split her tight pussy open, easing its way into the wet heat of her cunt.
The aroused woman shuddered with lust as Rick's finger began working in and out of her overly sensitive cunt; the wonderful feelings pulsing through her pussy and tits simply overwhelmed her. All she could do was moan and hump her pretty ass up and down on the invading finger.
"Ah! Oh! So good!" Ali cried. Her words were little more than guttural grunts of pleasure.
Just when Rick had her hunching and moaning in sheer ecstasy, Ali felt him slowly withdraw his fingers and stop sucking on her pumped up nipples. He sat back on the couch and grinned at her.
"Rick, why did you stop?" Ali was panting as the white-hot feelings his mouth and fingers had coaxed from her body continued to grip her tightly.
"I know you 're going to cum again, sweetheart," Rick whispered, looking at her intently. "I want you to cum, I really do. But first, Ali, I want to show you another little trick. One I think you will definitely enjoy; one which will make you cum really hard!"
"Wha ... what?"
The older man leaned over and gently lifted one of Ali's feet. He draped the shapely leg over the back of the couch, and pushed the other gently outward, opening her cunt completely to his lewd gaze.
"I'm going to suck your pussy." Rick got down on his belly between Ali's wide-splayed thighs.
"What ... do you mean?" Ali asked, her blue eyes opening wide. "How can you ... OOHH!"
Ali's question was broken and turned into a long hot moan as Rick's lips closed softly over her lust-engorged clit.
Excitement such as Ali had never thought possible suddenly exploded throughout her cunt. The feel of Rick's sucking lips on her tender clitoris was almost too much for her to bear.
"Oh Rick!" Ali howled as Rick sucked harder on her clit, lashing it with his tongue.
Ali tried to control the shivering squeals of delight coming from her throat but found it was impossible. Rick was thrashing her sensitive clit with his tongue, then stabbing it up into her cunt with powerful thrusts. At the same time she felt him reach up and capture a hard nipple in each hand, then twist the tiny nubs as he continued to tongue-fuck her cunt.
"Oh yes! Good!" Ali jerked and twisted beneath the tongue lashing she was receiving from Rick.
Rick released one of her cherry-tipped nipples and moved his hand down under Ali's hunching ass. She felt him insert a finger into the juices of her cunt, but was taken by complete surprise when he suddenly eased it into the tight opening of her ass.
"Eeeii!" the ready-to-cum, raven-haired beauty yelled, shocked by the powerful intrusion of raw lust.
But Rick continued to suck on her cunt, and eased his finger in and out of her ass, while still twisting and tugging on one turgid nipple with his other hand.
"What are ... ohh, fuck!"
Ali screamed the obscenity at the top of her voice as a huge orgasm ripped through her. The beautiful young woman felt wonderfully free- completely depraved and totally released. She began to cum and cum like never before.
Nothing in the world seemed real to Ali except for the contractions rippling from her ass, to her clit, to her spasming tits. The fabulous orgasm spun on and on: Ali shook and gibbered helplessly beneath Rick's heavenly mouth and fingers. Rivulets of drool were running down her chin, onto her tits, as the last quiver finally began to fade slowly away.
"Fuck! Ali, you do cum hard, don't you, girl?" Rick said with a satisfied grin on his face, which was coated with her cum.
The panting man got up into a sitting position, and took Ali's hand eagerly into his own. He pulled her up beside him and directed her hands towards his cock.
"Now jerk my cock, Ali" he urged. "You got me so fucking hot I can't stand it!"
Ali felt tired, drained. But she did as Rick asked. After what he had just done for her, she had no desire to refuse anything he asked.
Stroking it the way he had shown earlier, Ali worked her fingers up and down the mass of cock meat. Ricky 's cock appeared even bigger and harder than before, and she knew it was due to his being so excited from making her cum.
Bubbles of pre-cum boiled out of his slit with every stroke. Ali's fingers were soon coated with the slippery flow.
"Oh, Rick, this is so neat!" Ali whispered, watching the thick oil seep out. "It's so slick and hot! It's ... I'm ... Ohh, fuck. Here it comes!"
A thick stream of cum rocketed up from the end of his cock. Ali watched, fascinated. The ropey white serpent of cum splattered down on Ali's fist as she continued her frantic pumping.
"There' so much of it!" Ali marveled as a second, then a third geyser of sperm erupted.
"Put your mouth on it, Ali!" Rick croaked, his hands reaching out toward the back of Ali's raven tresses.
Before he could even touch her, Ali found her face above the gushing cock. She opened her mouth-hesitating an instant, wondering how the gooey, pungent smelling cum would taste on her lips-then pressed her mouth down the final few inches.
Ali made a small gasping sound as she found her lips suddenly stuffed full of cock. The heavy cum was starting to fill her mouth, washing down over her tongue.
"Swallow it, Ali," Rick urged, as her mouth plunged even lower on his cock. "Just gulp it right down. It won't hurt you."
Ali swallowed hungrily, gulping the slimy stuff down, surprised by how bland it really tasted. As she gobbled down the second mouthful, she decided it wasn't all that bad.
Experimentally, Ali sucked a little on the smooth cockhead, and was rewarded with a fresh rush of cum. Which she swallowed eagerly.
"Oh, you little jewel!" Rick said, complimenting her. "What a natural cock-sucker you are!"
Ali sucked down the big glob of cum that oozed from his softening prick. She swallowed it. Removing her mouth at last, she smiled at Rick.
"Did I do that okay?" she asked. Her natural shyness was creeping back, now that the excitement was starting to ebb.
"Just fine, angel, just fine," Rick told her, smiling brightly.
Ali released the drooping cock and sat up, feeling a little embarrassed by it all now.
"I guess I can go home now." She began picking up her clothes and started hurrying into them. "I think you can manage all right now."
"What's the rush? Didn't you get what you wanted?"
Ali felt herself blushing brightly. She had to admit, Rick was right. She had gotten what she wanted; even if she hadn't known at first what it was she wanted. He had taught her more about sex in the past twenty-four hours than all the sex education classes she had ever taken.
"Well, yes. I guess I did at that," Ali replied with a giggle, ashamed to even admit such a thing, even if it was the truth.
Rick's smile turned a little wistful as he watched her dress. "I wish you could stay all night, Ali."
"Do you really mean that?" She fastened her jeans and slipped on her shoes. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
Rick took her face between his hands and kissed her lips softly. "Yes, I mean it," he whispered. "I would love to spend an entire night with you. You are so beautiful, Ali. So fresh and so damn sexy that any man would be crazy not to want to spend at least a full night with you."
Ali blushed at his compliment. In the back of her mind she wondered what it would be like to spend a night with Rick Woodson, to have him kiss and caress her body all night long. And to have him suck her pussy, and she his cock, until neither could cum again. And most important, to have him slide his big beautiful cock into her virginal cunt, fucking her until she" screamed.
She turned her face away from his staring gaze to prevent him from reading the thoughts rushing through her mind. She felt him take her hand and slip something into it. Looking down she saw a twenty-dollar bill.
"Rick, I...."
"Shhh," he said, placing a finger lightly on her lips. "You earned it, sweetheart."
She smiled, kissing his face quickly before turning and rushing toward the front door. "Good night, Rick," she called over her shoulder, afraid to let him see her face and the smile plastered on it. She closed the door behind her, taking in a large gulp of the cool night air.
"I'm a changed woman," Ali whispered to herself.
CHAPTER FOUR
Over the space of the next week, Ali came to realize she had changed forever that night on Rick Woodson's couch. She now knew what a man's hard cock looked like, how it felt. And she knew the kinky thrill it brought her to play with it until that beautiful, gooey white cum exploded from it. She remembered clearly not just the feel of his cum, but the slightly salty taste of it on her tongue and in her mouth.
Now her eyes roved constantly to the front of men's pants. Instead of looking at their faces as she passed them on the street or sat beside them in her classes at the junior college, her eyes seemed to drop automatically to their crotch to study the bulge beneath their trousers, unconsciously trying to determine whether they had big, small, or medium-sized cocks. More times than she cared to remember, Ali had been caught staring at a guy's crotch. She always looked away quickly, her beautiful face reddening with embarrassment. But the men would always smile at her, as if they knew what she had been looking at and thinking.
In her classes she had to concentrate and force herself to keep her eyes on her teachers or in her books. Otherwise she would forget which class she was in, caring only for the sight of a bulge between a man's legs. "I've got to stop this!" Ali told herself aloud as she brushed on the tiny bit of eye mascara. "All the guys at college are going to laugh at me if I don't!"
One thing had resulted from her intent gazes. She had been asked out by some of the guys in her classes. But she had refused. For some reason, most of them seemed too immature for her all of a sudden. She tried to reason this out, and decided she was attracted to an older, more mature type of man-such as Rick-rather than the brash, college-type with whom she was confronted every day.
Ali adjusted her new sheer bra beneath the sweater she wore, and took one final look at herself in the mirror. The red sweater and the tight white jeans looked perfect on her voluptuous figure. She switched off the light and went downstairs to keep her babysitting appointment.
At the bottom of the stairs she stopped in the living room for a moment and saw her uncle reading the paper. At her entrance, he put the paper down and smiled at her. But the smile was one she had never seen before. His eyes took in her outfit and figure, and she saw his tongue dart out slightly to lick his lower lip.
"Going out tonight?" he asked cheerfully, standing and approaching her.
"Yes. I'm babysitting for the Wilson family tonight," she replied, becoming suddenly very conscious of her uncle's nearness and his sense of masculinity. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his crotch and she saw the slight twitch of his cock, which both stunned and amazed her.
Oh, no, not Uncle Alex! she thought, swiftly raising her eyes back to a point in the center of his chest. Ali remembered how, as a teenager, she had always had a secret crush on him.
He had always been her favorite uncle, the one she could go to with a problem, real or imagined. But he was more than a father-figure to her now- he was a man! And a damn good-looking, sexy one at that.
"All right," Alex said, standing close to her. "Your Aunt Sara went to spend the night with a friend who isn't feeling well, so I'll be here alone. Maybe if you get home early enough we can do something together."
She searched his face and eyes, trying to determine if he was trying to tell her something without actually coming out and saying it. But her own emotions were beginning to take control of her, and she didn't know whether she could trust herself with her uncle. Or him with her.
"Sure," she replied, her voice somewhat choked as she tried to swallow nervously.
"See you when you get back," he told her. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and for a moment hugged her close to his strong, muscular body.
Ali's legs went watery as the mound of her pussy came into contact with his cock This can't be! she tried to tell herself when her uncle released her and stepped back. He's my uncle, for goodness sake! What would Aunt Sara think?
Ali's mind was whirling in confusion. She turned away and managed to make it to the door without appearing to be too upset by the physical contact with her uncle's body. Sucking in huge gulps of the cool night air, she closed the door behind her.
George Wilson was the kind of man who made it hard for Ali to maintain her resolve not to look anymore at men's crotches. He was tall, well-built, in his late twenties, and very handsome, with blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and brilliant white teeth.
As they walked to his car so that he could take her home, Ali couldn't help but glance at the big bulge she saw behind the zipper of his tailored slacks. Just the outline of the good-looking older man's cock was enough to send shivers through her body, causing her pussy to start oozing, immediately soaking her panties.
"You seem preoccupied tonight, Ali," George observed.
"No, I was just wondering why you and your wife got home so early tonight," Ali lied quickly. "I was ready to sit until one or two in the morning."
Ali looked at the clock on the dashboard of George's luxurious sedan. It was barely ten o'clock. She thought immediately of her uncle, sitting at home waiting for her arrival, and it caused her cunt to begin twitching and her nipples to stiffen.
"Marie wasn't feeling well, so we split somewhat early," George replied somewhat bitterly, as if his wife's sudden illness wasn't all that uncommon.
"I guess we kinda messed up your evening, too, didn't we?" he asked. "You were probably counting on at least three more hours of babysitting money tonight, weren't you, angel?"
George placed his hand on Ali's shoulder, and she felt as if she would melt right into the expensive leather of the car seat.
"Oh, no. It's all right, really!" Ali assured him. "I can always use the time to study when I get home. You never know when one of the professors will hit you will a pop quiz."
"Homework?" George groaned. "Listen, you really are making me feel like a heel! No one should have to do homework on a fabulous Friday night like this."
Ali laughed. "Oh, it's all right, really. I have to keep my grade point average up, you know."
"No way, beautiful," George replied with a laugh. He casually draped his arm over Ali's shoulder and pulled her closer to him on the seat.
"I'll tell you what," he continued. "You really don't want to go home early and spend your time with your nose stuck in some boring textbook, do you? Why don't we just drive around for a while and talk? I'll even pay you for the time. That way your aunt and uncle will never know the difference. How does that sound?"
To Ali, who's state of arousal was approaching fever pitch, it sounded good. Too good. She enjoyed spending time with the handsome man; then another thought crossed her mind.
"What about your wife?" she asked nervously. "I mean, won't she get worried when you don't come home right away?"
George laughed and shook his head. "Ali, this may sound crude-or even cruel-but to hell with my wife! I told her when she pulled that I-don't-feel-good bullshit on me at the party, I was going to drop her off at the house and then head over to my club for some cards. As far as she knows, I took you home and then went to the club; so she won't be expecting me for a while. And she probably doesn't give a shit either. Ten-to-one she's already in bed, sleeping soundly by now."
Ali was shocked to hear him talk that way about his wife. From what she had seen she had assumed the two of them were deeply in love. But she also knew a lot of married couples kept up appearances in front of others so that no one would talk about their marital woes.
She was also very tempted to go driving with him. George Wilson was a stunningly handsome man. There was a roguish twinkle in his eyes as he looked at her, waiting for an answer, and it caused her heart to pound heavily on her young chest.
"Come on, Ali. What do you say? If you don't want to, then I will go the club. Just think," he added with a charming smile, "you might save me from losing a couple of hundred dollars at the poker table-just by riding around with me and keeping me out of trouble. You would be babysitting me!"
That comment, along with his infectious grin, broke Ali's resistance and made her laugh. "All right. I've never sat for a grown-up before, but I'll try. Just to keep you from getting into trouble and losing so much of your money."
"Great!" George started up the car and headed toward the outer residential area, which eventually wound up in the foothills outside of the city. In no time at all they glided to a stop on a hill overlooking the city.
For Ali, who had never been up there before, the view was breathtaking. It took her mind off the fact that George Wilson hadn't really said much to her on the drive there. She looked around and saw a few other cars and guessed, correctly, that it was a favorite local lover's lane.
"What do you want to talk about?" Ali asked at last.
George's dashingly handsome face was bathed in the full light of the moon, and she could see the devilish smile he was directing at her. It made her heart beat even faster.
George reached out and pulled her closer to him, his strong hands holding her shoulders lightly. "Why don't we talk about the way you've been staring at my crotch all night?"
Ali felt the blood rush to her face. His touch was causing her body to tingle all over, but she didn't want to let him know that. Not yet, at least.
"I ... I haven't!" Ali lied quickly. Fear, shame and excitement were rising in the back of her throat.
"Ali, you have practically been tripping over yourself trying to get a good look at my crotch, and I like that. So I'm going to let you get a good look."
"Oh?"
George grinned and held her tightly. He placed one hand at the back of her head and drew her face closer to his own.
"You have, Ali. And there's no use denying it," he told her, his voice a soft whisper. "There's something about you tonight. Something in your eyes. Something almost wild and hungry. You want to see my cock. You can say you don't, but your eyes are telling me what you really want. A man can always tell, Ali."
Before she could reply or deny it, George drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her lips with a searing kiss that took her breath away.
Ali's lips parted and she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She wondered if he was right, if that look was in her eyes; and if a man was really able to tell. All she knew for sure was that his lips felt marvelous.
Ali sighed, unable to control the sudden burst of carnal desire surging through her from the hot kiss.
She felt George's hands running up and down her back as she sucked on his invading tongue. She was hungry for the taste and feel of it in her mouth.
Before she realized what was happening, she was locked in a thrilling embrace with him. He lifted her sweater slightly and unfastened her bra, sliding his hands around to cup both her now-freed tits in his palms. Pulses of joy and passion twitched through her well-squeezed nipples, and she moaned deep in her throat, thrusting her tits forward into his hands.
There was no resistance in Ali as he pulled the sweater out of her jeans and eased it up over her head. He quickly removed her bra as well, revealing her full, firm, beautiful tits.
"They're even more beautiful than I imagined!" George whispered softly, causing Ali to blush. "I knew you had a nice set of tits, Ali, but I never dreamed they would look this fantastic!"
His compliments caused her to feel giddy. He cupped her beautifully sculpted tits and toyed with her nipples, drawing another long moan of pleasure from her.
"You like to have these gorgeous things played with, don't you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice low and sexy, full of rising desire.
"Ohhh, yes," Ali cooed. She was unable to restrain herself, or the emotions racing through her.
"Then, I know you'll like this even more." George dipped his head to Ali's tits and sucked her left nipple between his warm lips.
Ali moaned and arched her back slightly. His mouth was bringing a new wave of lewd excitement to her tits.
"Yes, please, do that to me!"
Her feeble cry trailed off into a gurgle of pleasure as George sucked even harder on the swollen nipple, and began flicking it with his slick tongue.
"Oooooooh," Ali moaned in a delighted voice.
The handsome blond man was ravishing her sensitive breasts, going from one stiff nipple to the other, bathing both pink, pointy tips in a sheen of hot spit.
"Oh, God, don't stop," she cried suddenly, realizing he had unsnapped her jeans without her knowing it. He eased his hand into her silky panties, then slipped a thick, stiff finger into her molten cunt slit.
As his finger located her distended clit, and he caressed it lightly, Ali's blue eyes flew open. A huge tremor of lust shivered up and down her spine.
"Ohhhh! Ohmigod!" the half-naked babysitter whimpered.
"You're the hottest little cunt I've seen in a long, long time," George whispered in her ear. He continued to work his finger through her slit and into her tight, gushy cunt hole. He kept rubbing against her clit as he did so, sending shockwaves of joy all through her body.
"Are ... you going to ... to finger me?" Ali managed to ask.
George gave her left breast a long, loving suck and eased his finger slowly out from the clinging grip of her cunt. The combined pleasure of his lips and the slow, wonderful friction on her sensitive clit drew a long groan from Ali.
"That's what you want, isn't it, Ali?" he asked as he looked up at the goose bump-covered woman. "You want me to finger-fuck your brains out while I suck your tits, don't you?"
Ali felt her head nodding, ashamed and excited for admitting that was exactly what she wanted him to do. The heat in her cunt was so intense!
I just might do that for you, Ali," he told her. "But what will you do for me in return?"
George pulled his finger from Ali's steamy cunt and waited for a reply. Long seconds of silence ticked by as Ali struggled with her emotions and desires. She was worked up from his touch and she wanted him to finish her off, to bring her to a climax. But she knew he wanted her to do something for him in return. And she had a feeling she knew what that "something" was.
"I ... I could play with your cock," Ali finally whispered, wanting his lips back on her tits and his finger deep in her cunt.
"Will you suck it for me?" he asked softly.
"Yes" she whispered huskily.
"Now you're talking, sweetheart!"
George undid his belt and eased his slacks and shorts down over his hips and past his knees, letting them drop around his ankles. His cock was already half-hard, throbbing and growing as it lay on his hairy leg. He took it in his fist and gave it a few quick strokes.
"How do you like it?" George asked her proudly, "You ever seen a real man's prick before?"
Somehow, Ali knew instinctively it was best not to mention the first cock she had ever played with was bigger than his.
"Oh, it's a big one, all right!" Ali wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.
Actually, Ali admitted to herself, it nearly was as big around as Rick Woodson's cock had been; it just wasn't as long. George's cock was going to be about eight inches in length when it was completely hard.
"You'll have to show me how to do this ... how to suck it," Ali said slowly, feeling herself getting turned on by the cock in her hand.
"You mean, you've never sucked a guy's cock before?" he asked, sounding really excited by that.
Ali shook her head. "I don't know. I don't have much experience. I only played with a guy's cock once before, with my hand. And then he made me ... made me lick it when it ... you know."
George was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I'll be damned! Did you swallow it? Did you take his prick all the way in your mouth when he came? Could you take all his cum?"
Ali was blushing as George asked her all the nasty questions. She shrugged her shoulders and worked her small hand up and down the shaft of his thick cock a few times.
"I swallowed all I could get in my mouth," she finally admitted shyly.
George twisted happily on the seat. "Oh, baby. And that is just what you are going to do for me! Here, let me get these jeans off so you can give me a better view of your sweet little cunt."
Ali allowed George to take off every stitch of her clothing. The raven-haired beauty shivered in the cool night air as she got on her hands and knees on the seat, her mouth positioned just above his rigid cock.
"I'll teach you how a man likes to have his cock sucked," George whispered gently. "Just lick your lips and dip that beautiful young face down a little."
Ali wet her dry lips until they glistened, then lowered her head.
"Now, lick it," he instructed. "Reach out and smear that slick spit all over the top of my dick so that it will slide right into that pretty mouth!"
Ali moaned at the tremor the man's words were causing in her pussy. She spread her saliva all over George's thick, steel-hard cockhead.
"Oh, yeah, that's it!" George growled with excitement. "Spread it all up and down my cock. Get me all wet!"
Ali swirled her tongue up and down the length of his prick until the reddened shaft gleamed with her saliva. She worked her mouth up and down, kissing the simmering hard-on from the hairy base, up to its helmet-shaped tip.
"Now, suck!" George moaned, reaching for Ali's ass. "I'll finger your cunt while you suck my cock."
Ali took the prick into her mouth, spreading her full lips wide, and pushed her head downward. More and more of the hot, slick cock flesh disappeared into her hot mouth.
"That's it! Take it all. Take every last inch of it." His big hand cupped her pussy slit. "Suck every bit of my cock into your hot, sweet mouth!"
Ali tilted her head back a little when the spongy cockhead hit the rear of her throat. She realized if she did it that way, she would be able to take the last inch-and-a-half of his thick prick between her well-stretched lips. She willed herself not to gag, and began twirling her tongue around and around the embedded cock.
"Oooooh, lick it!" she heard George moan.
Meanwhile, George's finger had sluiced its way back into Ali's boiling cunt once more. He fucked the finger in and out of her cunt in frenzied strokes and Ali worked her mouth over his cock, lashing at it with her slithery tongue.
"Fuck! What a natural!" George gasped. "What a natural born cock-sucker you are!"
It drove Ali wild to think of herself as a cock-sucker. She had always considered that to be one of the nastiest, filthiest expressions she had ever heard anyone call anyone else. Yet it was exactly how she felt at that particular moment; nasty and filthy, and completely uninhibited. She moved her mouth faster and faster. Slurping and sucking noises came from her as she gulped hungrily at his cock.
As she increased the searing sucking actions on his cock, she could hear him whimpering with pleasure. He was ramming his finger in and out of her overheated pussy faster and faster. Reaching up with his other hand, he grabbed a handful of dangling, jiggling tit.
"Ummmm!" Ali gurgled with joy as his fingers squeezed her tits and fucked in and out of her cunt.
"My cock is boiling!" George panted, jerking hard on Ali's nipple and rubbing a finger against her clit. "This is so beautiful. And so fucking good!"
Ali's cunt was starting to spasm around George's drilling fingers. She knew a blistering climax was just seconds away from her. As the fiery sensations began rocketing through her body, she sucked harder on his slippery prick and licked around the cockhead again and again.
"Um! Ahh!" Ali wailed around the shaft of cock stuffed down her throat.
Sudden shudders of orgasmic delight rippled through her bent-over body. Ali gulped at George's steely rod and held on as the first mighty blast of cum buffeted her trim, beautiful body.
"Take it! Take all of it!" George cried out in a passion-strangled voice.
A fire hose-like blast of jism filled Ali's small throat. The startled young woman swallowed the hot discharge as best she could. Another geyser of cum shot into her mouth and throat. It was even larger than the first, and it was all she could do to gulp down the steamy liquid.
Ali's eyes began to water as the third and fourth gushers of cum filled her mouth. She had never dreamed a man's nuts could hold so much cum. A rapid fifth blast sent sperm coursing out from between Ali's tightly gripping lips.
"Eat it, baby! Eat every last drop!"
Ali gasped but forced down a huge mouthful of cum, which was soon followed by yet another. She willed the slippery ooze down her throat- then sucked out still another mouthful.
"Oh, baby, you are so special!" George purred with obvious delight.
Ali felt as though her nose, mouth and throat were plugged with wads of slick, gooey cum. But she continued to suck on George's cock until his huge hairy nuts finally ceased pumping. Somehow she managed to get all his rich, heavy cream to glide down her throat.
George pointed to a small spot of silvery spunk shimmering on his thigh. "Lick that up and swallow it."
Ali looked at the small dribble. Her stomach suddenly turned over at the thought of taking just one more drop of cum. She couldn't, she thought. She was too full.
Then Ali felt a sudden, strange compulsion rising within her, and she bent over and flicked out her tongue. She licked the salty drop up, feeling the slight tremor of orgasm arch through her when the gooey gob glided down her throat.
"You loved that, didn't you, Ali?" George asked. His voiced sounded as if it held a trace of awe.
Ali didn't answer for a moment. "Yes ... did," she finally confessed. Her voice was a mere whisper.
"I know," George said.
"A moment later he reached down for his pants, then pulled them up. He drew out his wallet, fishing around in it for a moment. "Here, take this."
Ali stared at the two twenty-dollar bills through tears of shame. It was a long time before she finally began to pull her clothes back on. She stuffed the money in the pocket of her jeans.
The drive back to her aunt and uncle's home was made in silence. Ali wondered what was happening to her, wondered what she was becoming. Her feelings of shame nearly overpowered her, making her feel dirty. She vowed she was going to change that. She was not going to do this sort of thing anymore.
CHAPTER FIVE
For the rest of the weekend Ali stuck to her resolve. She forced herself to avoid looking at men, or their crotches, concentrating on her studies and chores around the house. Yet, all during the week which followed, she couldn't help but notice the way her uncle would look at her from time to time. She didn't know why, but she felt as if he was undressing her with his eyes.
"Don't be silly," she told herself one night. She was in her bed, listening to the sounds of her aunt and uncle fucking away in their own bedroom, next to hers.
Ali could hear the moans and cries of pleasure of Aunt Sara as she urged Alex to fuck her, to fill her pussy with his big, beautiful cock. The sound caused Ali to feel her own passions start to rise.
Determined to keep her vow, she pulled a pillow over her head, trying to block out the noise and erotic signals racing through her body. Finally she fell into a fitful sleep.
The next day, during her classes, Ali had some trouble concentrating. One of her professors finally asked if she felt all right. She told him she did; but she couldn't wait until her final class was over so she could hurry home.
No sooner had she entered the coolness of the air-conditioned living room, when the phone rang. She went to answer it, wondering why her aunt wasn't home yet.
"Is this Ali?" a strong male voice asked.
"Yes, it is."
"Ah", my name is Carl Davidson. You were recommended to me as a good babysitter, and I find myself needing a sitter tonight. Are you available?"
Ali liked the sound of the man's deep, friendly voice, and automatically wondered what he looked like.
"Well, yes. I don't have anything else scheduled for tonight. Where do you live? And how long will you be needing me?"
"I live on Seventeenth Street," he replied. "As for how long, well, I'm not sure. Maybe only for a couple of hours. I have to go to an emergency meeting, and I have no idea how long it might last."
"All right," Ali replied.
"Great. Tell you what, give me your address and I'll pick you up."
She gave him the address, hung up, then rushed upstairs to take a quick shower and change clothes. She had just slipped on her shoes when there was a knock at the front door.
Ali was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to find a man not much older than she, standing there and smiling at her. Her heart beat faster as she looked at his handsome face.
During the short drive back to his house, Carl told her about his two small twins, left motherless after his wife ran off with another man. Ali felt a sense of sadness that a woman would run off and leave her children, knowing how much she missed her own parents, despite their strictness.
When they got to Carl's house he introduced the twins, a boy and girl, both with big, round blue eyes and cornsilk blond hair. They smiled at Ali shyly. Carl apologized for not being able to stay longer, gave her the number where he would be in an emergency, kissed his kids and then left.
Ali and the children got along well. She played a few games with them, colored some pictures, then fixed supper. As she listened to their happy chattering, she noticed that the children never once brought up the subject of their mother.
Around eight-thirty Ali decided to put them to bed. Tucking them in and telling them a story, she finally kissed them good night and left their room. She turned out the light and closed the door behind her, thinking what sweet, well-mannered children they were.
She had no sooner walked into the living room when the front door opened, and Carl came through it. His face looked haggard and weary. Strained.
"God, I hate these late-night meetings," he told her. He hung up his jacket and loosened his tie. "How are the kids?"
"Just put them to bed," she replied with a smile.
"They didn't drive you crazy?"
"Heavens, no. We got along great! We played games, colored, had dinner, and then I read them a bedtime story. They're just about the easiest kids I've ever sat with. And they really are sweet."
"It's been hard on them since their mother walked out. But I do the best I can."
He sat on the couch and Ali sat on the other end of it. She admired this easy-smiling man who seemed devoted to his two little children. It had to be hard for him, working the way he did, and raising two kids on his own, without a woman in his life. But he appeared to be doing a pretty good job of it.
His clothes were expensive, and the house was definitely one of the better ones, located in a very exclusive section of the city. And his children were happy, healthy and well-loved.
The more Carl talked the more relaxed and comfortable Ali became with him. But she was also aware of feeling a little uneasiness in the pit of her stomach-which told her she was becoming turned on by this man.
Up to that point, Ali had been congratulating herself for being in such control of herself and the situation. Suddenly she didn't feel so secure.
"I guess I should be getting home," Ali said. Her voice sounded a little weak in her own ears.
"Do you have to, Ali?" Carl asked, fixing her with his easy smile. "Maybe you could stay a little while longer and have a glass of wine with me? There's no harm in that, is there?"
Ali colored slightly, trying to dismiss the sexual feelings she was experiencing due to the closeness of Carl. But his tone was so sweet, almost pleading. "I ... I don't know," she said softly. "Maybe I should go home."
Carl looked at her strangely for a moment and she knew he was upset. His meeting hadn't gone as well as he wanted, she knew. But there appeared to be something else on his mind.
"All right," Carl said, suddenly sounding angry and upset. "If you want to go, Ali, no problem! Hell, why not? Nothing else is going right! Last night, I finally got the nerve up to ask a woman out, for the first time in three months-and I got stood up! And now this damn meeting went screwy."
Carl gulped down a large swallow of wine, setting the glass down hard on the coffee table. "How about that?" he asked her. "I get the nerve to ask a woman out, after three months of being without one. And then I had to sit in a bar for nearly an hour before I finally went to her apartment to see what the problem was. And only then do I find out from her roommate she's out with some other guy! She said she didn't think it was a good idea to date a man with young kids. So tonight I try to be civil with you. And I'm thinking, maybe if I'm nice enough, maybe sometime I could ask you out. But all you want to do is step on my hospitality."
Carl pointed a finger at Ali. "I guess women are all the same. First my wife, then that bitch last night. And now you!"
Ali was shaking. With all the tension that had built inside her during the past week, since her experience with George Wilson, she simply couldn't understand Carl's sudden verbal abuse. Or take very much of it.
"You're an awful man!" Ali cried. Despite her anger, tears spilled from her incredibly blue eyes. "I ... I don't blame that woman for not going out with you. Or your wife for leaving you! You're mean!"
She watched as Carl's jaw dropped open and he suddenly slumped back against the couch. He looked as if he had just been punched in the guts. He lowered his head and Ali could see a tear work its way down his cheek. She knew she had hurt him with what she had said.
"I'm sorry, Ali," Carl said after a moment. Looking up at her, he wiped his eyes. "I didn't mean to take things out on you. You're a nice kid and I was wrong. Before I called you I had been looking for a good babysitter for my little ones. I wouldn't leave them with just anyone, and I heard good things about you. Everyone I spoke with had nothing but praise for you. I'm sorry. Of course I'll take you home."
Ali could see Carl really was sorry, and she found herself feeling sympathetic about his situation. At least the awful way she had lately felt about herself wasn't shared by the people she sat for. It was apparent that Rick and George hadn't blabbed about what had happened.
"Did they really say that?" Ali asked.
"You better believe it," Carl assured her quickly. "Nothing but the highest recommendations for you. Everyone thinks you are just great. And ... so do I. Are you sure you won't have a little wine? It will help you to settle down, really. And I'm very sorry about what I said."
Ali accepted the glass of wine he offered, hoping it would help her calm down. She had never had white wine before, but after the first sip she decided the clear liquid was pretty good.
"Thank you," Ali said. She took another sip of the slightly fruity fluid.
"You're welcome," Carl told her, somewhat awkwardly. His own face was flushing slightly. "Listen, you were right about what you said earlier. But I'm not always like that. It's just that, being alone these past three months, trying to devote my time to work and my children, well, it's starting to get to me. I just snapped and took it out on you."
Ali looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity and honesty in them. "That's all right, I can understand." She held up her glass. "This is good."
"I'm glad you like it," Carl smiled. "So, are you still in a rush to get home? Or do you think you could sit and talk with me for a while and share a little more wine?"
Ali took another sip of the wine. "It's just that I don't like to waste my clients' money. Since you were home, and the children were in bed, I didn't see any point to hanging around, that's all."
Ali silently prayed that Carl couldn't tell that she was lying. The only reason she was uneasy about staying alone with Carl-despite his earlier outburst-was due to her own promiscuous behavior. She recalled the events which had occurred over the past couple of weeks when she found herself alone with a man.
She knew her newly discovered desires couldn't be kept under complete control, if pushed. And she was actually afraid of being alone with a nice-looking tempting man like Carl so soon. She needed more time to gain mastery over her body and emotions.
"Hell, if it's the money, don't worry," Carl told her with a smile. "That's the one commodity I have plenty of. I'll be more than happy to pay for your time."
"You don't have to do that," she told him quickly.
"Don't worry about it, Ali. In fact, it would be worth it just to have someone to talk with for a while. I guess I've gotten lonely. I haven't had anyone with whom I could just sit and have a drink and talk since my wife split. Especially after last night...." He spoke softly, letting his voice trail off.
Carl poured more wine into his glass. He leaned back on the couch. "What I mean to say is, if you would stay for a little while, I would be very grateful. I'll even pay you double for your time."
Ali looked at the apparently lonely, slightly desperate man. Then she remembered the last time she babysat for an older man-the time that George had gotten her to suck his cock. A shiver ran up her spine.
"You don't have to pay me," she said at last.
Carl smiled and poured her more wine. His soulful brown eyes were pleading with her. Ali felt her heart melting.
"Oh, all right," she said finally, smiling. "What can it hurt?"
CHAPTER SIX
The room was starting to shimmer slightly as Ali looked around. She had drunk three glasses of the cool, fruity wine, which tasted so good to her, and the inexperienced young woman was feeling better than she could ever remember. She was relaxed, but slightly giddy at the same time.
"This is great!" Ali giggled, swirling her wine around the big bulb-shaped glass she held in her right hand.
Carl laughed at her, causing Ali to giggle some more. She knew she shouldn't be acting like this in front of Carl, because he was liable to get the wrong impression about what kind of girl she was. But Ali felt so good that she just couldn't help it.
"You know, you really are a beautiful woman, Ali," Carl told her. "I'll bet you drive those college guys right out of their minds when they watch you walk across the campus."
"Thank you," Ali replied with a smile. She took another big sip of her wine. "But I really don't care for the guys at college, and don't pay much attention to them. They all act so immature!"
Carl scooted a little closer to her, and her body became instantly aware. "So, you don't care for the younger guys, huh? How do you feel about the older ones, Ali?"
She looked at Carl. He really was good-looking, most especially this close-up. He had a droopy brown mustache which made his sun-tanned face look real rugged, like a Western movie star.
"Ah, what'd you jus ash me?" Ali slurred.
"Older men. Do you like older men?"
Ali giggled. "I must! I sure let 'em take my clothes off often enough!"
She was laughing at her comment and didn't see Carl's eyes light up. Or notice the sudden ogling of her lithe, curvy body, so intently, his tongue was practically hanging from his mouth.
Ali clamped her hand over her lips and placed the empty wine glass somewhat unsteadily on the coffee table. "Think I've had too much of this," she giggled, knowing she shouldn't have said what she had about older men and herself.
"Would you let me take your clothes off, Ali?" she heard Carl ask softly, his voice breathy, excited. "God, I'd love to see that beautiful body of yours!"
Ali reeled a little on the couch, dimly aware that her lewd words and desires had gotten her into another mess. Every thing had been going so nicely. Now Carl was talking about taking her clothes off, just like the other men had.
"I shouldn't let you see me like that," Ali told Carl in the soberest tone she could manage. "It's nasty! 'very, very nasty. And it made those other men want to do awful-wonderful!-things to me."
"What did it make you want to do, Ali?" Carl scooted even closer to her. "Did it make you all hot and bothered?"
Ali groaned and closed her eyes. A huge tremor of burning lust suddenly shivering through her as she remembered all the things she had done with the other two men. She felt her nipples hardening against the front of her blouse and wished, briefly, that she had worn a bra instead of deciding to go without one tonight.
"Did it make you all hot and bothered, showing those other guys your sweet little cunt? Flashing them looks at those beautiful tits?"
Ali didn't answer. Nor did she stop Carl when he placed his hands on her swollen nipples and squeezed them gently through the material of her blouse. She closed her blue eyes and moaned loudly as the man gently tweaked her spiked nipples and expertly palmed her luscious full tits.
"Do you want me to take this off, Ali?" he asked softly. He began to unbutton the blouse, not waiting for her answer. "You're aching to have me suck on your tits, aren't you, honey?"
Ali began to shake her head in half-hearted denial. "Yes ... I-"she whispered.
"Sure you do." The excitement was rising in his own voice as his hands continued to open her blouse and pull it off her. "You know you can hardly wait to feel my lips on those big beautiful tits!"
Ali groaned, knowing he was telling the truth. And so she made no attempt to stop Carl when he gently sucked one of her hard pointed nipples into his mouth, while his thumb was caressing the other nipple.
"Beautiful, beautiful tits," Carl mumbled as he moved from one orb to the other.
Ali could feel the familiar heat building up in her pussy. Carl was doing a masterful job on her nipples. Within seconds, the lava-like pussy juice was gushing from her cunt, coating her whole crotch with slick heat.
"Oh, I shouldn't let you do this," Ali groaned. Her ripe pink nipples rose to their full, pulsing hardness.
"Ali," Carl chided gently, "you know you want me to do this. This and more. Just tell me you don't and I'll stop."
Ali couldn't. Instead, she pushed her tits against his face, moaning deep in her throat as Carl once again began to suck and lick her nipples.
Carl stood up and unzipped his suit pants. His hard cock leaped out, with its bulbous red tip coming to a bouncing, jerking halt just inches from Ali's mouth.
Ali's heart leaped in her throat, and she licked her lips instinctively, eyeing the long thick spear of his cock. The knobby prick tip was oozing the clear fluid, just the way the others had.
"Go on, Ali. Get yourself a mouthful of that," Carl urged the aroused young woman. "Go ahead and suck it. You know you want to."
Ali sighed with a sense of acceptance. She knew her desire was clearly stamped all over her face. She leaned forward slightly, slowly, and began to lick all around the plum-sized cockhead of Carl's prick, slipping the large soft knob into her hot mouth.
"That's the way, sweetheart!" Carl told her.
Ali could feel the wanton desires rising within her with each forward motion of her mouth. There was no sense in denying it anymore, not even to herself. She loved having a handsome older man make her behave like a slut. She loved having them ask her to suck their cocks, just as she loved swallowing their thick loads of hot, salty cum.
I'm just a cock-loving little slut, Ali thought to herself joyously. I might as well admit it. I love sex! I love the feel of a cock in my mouth, and the taste of cum. I love having a man strip me naked and feel me and suck my pussy until I cum all over the place!
Gurgling with released guilt, Ali worked her mouth feverishly up and down Carl's long cock, moving faster and faster. Her tongue was circling the shaft with each gliding past, drawing shuddering sighs of pleasure from deep in Carl's throat.
"OOHH, Ali, you are too much!" Carl told the avidly sucking woman. "But I can't take too much of that. It's been a long time since anyone has done that for me, and you are just too damn beautiful!"
Carl placed both hands on her head and began to fuck his cock rapidly in and out of her sucking mouth. Ali kept her lips locked around it, letting her older lover fuck her face, sucking his cock for all she was worth. She could feel her pussy overflowing with her own juices and wanted to cum, hoping he would finger her pussy to climax when he was done.
Carl suddenly groaned and shoved his cock all the way down her throat. She gasped but swallowed quickly, and was able to take all of him just as his cock began to fire off rapid blasts of hot cum deep into her throat.
Ali pulled her head back, locking her lips around the flared cockhead, and sucked powerfully. And was instantly rewarded with another blast of hot sperm. She swallowed it quickly, hoping for more, and got her wish almost instantly. She gulped it frantically, trying to drain his balls of their load, feeling as if she could suck his cock all night long. But at last it ceased spurting and Ali slowly pulled it from her mouth. Only to find it was still rock-hard.
Carl bent down and picked the lanky raven-haired beauty up as if she weighed practically nothing. Taking her in his arms, he quickly carried her into his bedroom.
"What ... what are you doing?" Ali gasped.
Carl grinned at the beautiful young woman, placing her softly on his bed. He smiled sweetly down at her. His hands were on her jeans and he had them unsnapped and pulled down in an instant. The wispy panties offered no more resistance than Ali had, and Carl slipped them off her long shapely legs, leaving her completely naked on the big bed.
"Holy...." Carl gasped softly. "I've never seen a more beautiful, pinker cunt in my life. Or a more beautiful body on a woman!"
Ali blushed from head to toe with lust at his compliment. While he slowly undid her shoes and socks, Carl continued to stare reverently down into the vee of her thighs. He let the shoes and socks drop to the floor, then pulled her jeans and panties out of the way, spreading her slender thighs open wide. Then he got down on his stomach between them.
Ali knew what was coming next and shivered when she felt the man's hot breath on her inner thighs and pussy lips. She vividly remembered how fantastically beautiful, sexy and sensual it had felt that night when Rick had showed her what eating pussy was all about.
"Ohh, yes!" Ali sighed passionately, pushing her slender hips up toward Carl's mouth. "Lick it! Suck my pussy and make me cum," she cried, "and I'll do anything you want!"
It felt wonderful to talk dirty to Carl and not feel guilty about it! Ali ground her hips up toward Carl's hot tongue, feeling the blast of pre-cum goodness shooting through her.
Carl licked her excited lit slowly, drawing another long, sensual moan from Ali's throat. The long-legged beauty started pumping her hips up and down, squirming under Carl's steady licking. Her cries became wilder with each hot lick.
"So good!" Ali babbled. Her eyes were closed tightly, her hair whipping around on the bedspread as her head turned frantically from side to side.
Ali whimpered with delight and brought her hands up, kneading her own tits. Carl lifted her knees and spread her thighs even wider, giving him greater access to her cunt.
"Gonna cummmm!" Ali moaned. "Gonna cum so fucking hard!"
Then, as Ali was quivering on the very brink of orgasm, shaking helplessly with the clenching pre-cum spasms-Carl stopped sucking her cunt!
"Oh! Please, not now!" Ali cried out. "Please don't stop now! Just a little more, please!"
Carl sat up between Ali's legs and quickly jerked his pants open and off. Shucking free of them, he tore at his shirt, ripping it off.
"Oh, you're going to cum, Ali; I promise. Here, how does this feel?"
Carl pressed the head of his steel-hard cock against Ali's juicy cunt lips. The young woman moaned and shivered with the strange new sensations of the slick, burning cock gliding along against her sensitive clit and between her pussy lips.
"Ohhhh. It's so hot!" Ali sighed. "It feels so fucking hot!"
Ali looked up into Carl's face and saw him grinning excitedly. Then she felt the lips of her virginal pussy starting to spread wide around his big cock.
"Wait!" she cried. "What are you doing?"
"This is gonna feel even better than getting your pussy sucked, Ali. I promise!" Carl flexed his hips forward a little more.
Ali's blue eyes widened with the sharp, unexpected excitement of Carl's cockhead punching through her thin cherry membrane. She flinched, feeling the hot flood gush out of her as Carl buried his cock all the way into her soupy cunthole.
"Ohhhh, yes-yes!" Ali moaned. "You ... you broke my cherry!"
Carl breathed hard, motionless atop Ali, allowing her cunt to get used to the thickness of his cock.
"Ali, I didn't know you were a virgin," he told her at last. "I can't remember the last time I had a virgin."
"Well, then," she said shamelessly, "do me right!"
Carl reached down and gripped Ali by her firm ass. He tilted her cunt up at a better angle, so that his cock could reach all the way into her squishy wet channel, right up to his balls. He began fucking the young woman with long, slow strokes, slithering his cock into her succulent pussy.
"Ohh!" Ali whimpered. "It ... it hurts. But it's a good hurt!"
"Want me to stop?" Carl asked, looking down at her.
"No ... No!" she told him, instinctively flexing the inner muscles of her pussy to grip his cock tighter.
"I didn't think so," Carl replied, starting to fuck his cock into her cunt once again.
Ali gasped beneath him and his fierce fucking. Her cunt ached a little from her cherry being broken. But as Carl dipped his head and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth, using his teeth to bite down on it gently, Ali forgot all about the discomfort. She began to experience totally new sensations within her.
Desire! Ali found herself beginning to enjoy the feel of Carl's steely prick driving into her. His cock bent her up-lifted clit nearly in half, then dragged back out of her juicy cunt mouth, rubbing the tiny pearl to new heights of arousal.
"I feel so strange!" Ali groaned.
Carl laughed and kept grinding his thick cock into Ali's hot, gripping cunt. "You're starting to love fucking, just as I knew you would," Carl told her.
Ali didn't answer; she wasn't able to. The sensations that Carl's prick were drawing forth from her now-creaming pussy were just too damn intense.
It had never been like this before, Ali realized as her cunt spasmed and clutched around Carl' s cock. Carl's scratchy chest hairs were roughing her aroused nipples in just the right way. He continued to slam his prick into her at a steady pace she was growing to love very much.
His thick, well-greased cock was rubbing Ali's throbbing clit in a way no tongue or finger ever had before. The friction within the moaning young woman built and built, and the orgasm gathering behind it was going to be the best ever-Ali could feel it already.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" Ali cried out, slipping her young pussy frantically against Carl's plunging cock.
"Beautiful ... such a beautiful pussy!" Carl moaned softly in Ali's ear as he fucked her. "Such a tight beautiful cunt!"
Ali mewled appreciatively and pressed her tits harder against the fucking man's chest. She loved ill She loved all of it! The sensation of his hairy chest on her velvety nipples; the weight of his fiercely jerking body pinning her to the mattress; the incredible juicy tightness of his huge prick, filling and emptying her clinging cunt at lightning speed.
"Fuck me, Carl," Ali begged desperately, her own orgasm hovering just a few pounding fuck-strokes away. "I want to feel that big prick fill my pussy with hot cum. Fuck me!"
Carl groaned and fucked her even harder. Sweat was standing out on his brow as he reamed Ali's cunt as hard as he could. "Can't ... hold back ... much longer!" he panted, his prick buried in Ali's seething pussy.
Ali felt the thick cock twitch hard inside her tight cunt. The big cockhead seemed to swell even larger, then there was another fierce jerk, and Ali felt the first blast of scalding cum pump out of him and splatter against the very roof of her cunt.
"YES!" she screamed. "Fill my cunt with your cum! FUCK ME!"
The huge outpouring from Carl's balls began to fill her pussy. Ali couldn't believe how much he was shooting into her, especially after she had just sucked his cock only moments before.
Through her haze of sexual bliss she heard Carl growl in pure male-animal ecstasy. He drove his spurting cock in and out of her rippling, climaxing cunt as hard and as fast as he could. She quivered in a frenzy beneath him, her eyes rolling in her head, her tits clinching against his hard muscular chest as he banged his cum-shooting cock into her pussy, again and again.
"So good! So fucking good!" Ali groaned, bliss filling her blue eyes.
Ali continued to moan and whimper, still pushing her tight cunt against Carl's cock, until she finally collapsed from exhaustion.
Carl ceased pounding his prick into her, and lay atop her, kissing her lightly, caressing her face, gently licking her nipples.
When he pulled his cock from her pussy, he rolled beside her, taking her in his arms. He held her close, his right hand lightly stroking her shoulders and hair.
"Thank you, Ali," Carl whispered. "That was the most fantastic fuck I've ever had in my life. And I mean that. Not even my wife was ever that good!"
Ali felt herself blushing, yet at the same time, she also felt a sense of remorse. She was no longer a virgin. She had been fucked-and well-fucked at that!-and she had enjoyed it. No, she told herself, she had loved it!
"I guess I better be getting you home now, hadn't I?"
"Yeah, I guess you'd better," Ali replied, grinning foolishly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ali sat on her bed, the door of her room closed, and spread out the money from her purse on the coverlet in front of her. She shook her head in total amazement. There was Carl's fifty-dollar bill, and the four twenty-dollar bills from Richard and George.
"Wow," she whispered to herself. "I feel like a whore! So much money. And ! can't even spend it the way I want!"
She knew that, if she began spending the money on the things she would like to have-such as new clothes-her aunt and uncle would get suspicious. They would definitely ask where it was coming from.
"Oh, I'll just tell them I'm selling my body to the dads of the kids I babysit for," the young woman told herself, grinning.
Ali put the money in her billfold and got up. Walking across the room in her silk bikini panties and sheer bra, she placed the billfold on her dresser. She went back to the bed and lay on her back, closing her eyes. She began thinking about all that had happened to her over the past few weeks.
I didn't do any of those things for the money, she thought, perhaps for the millionth time. It wasn't for the money.
Then why did I do them? Why did I let those older men remove my clothes? Why did I let them suck on my tits and pussy? Why did I suck their cocks, and love the feel of their hard poles of flesh in my mouth? And why in the hell did I let Carl Davidson fuck me?
"I don't know!" Ali said aloud in a desperate, frightened voice. "I don't know why I did those things. I don't know why ... I like it so much!"
Ali shivered as she thought about sucking cocks and swallowing hot, slippery cum. The thoughts made her tingle all over. She remembered Carl's fat cock as it slid into her tight cunt, breaking through her cherry, and then fucking her until she nearly passed out in his arms.
"I must be a slut!" Ali whispered, admitting what she considered to be the truth about herself.
Then she permitted herself a tiny smile. Carl had been so proud of himself, and his performance, on her very first fuck. He had showered her with affection when they had finished, and had allowed her to bathe herself before taking her home. And he had insisted she take the fifty dollars.
As Ali lay there, letting her hands roam aimlessly over her supple, firm young body, she didn't know whether to feel sleazy or good about what was happening to her. On the one hand, she did feel like a slut. On the other, though, she felt like a woman who was finally discovering the joys of womanhood, her body, and sex!
She began to rub her pussy lips lightly, absently, through the material of her silky panties. She began remembering the fantastic feeling of Carl's cock in her pussy. At that moment she happened to glance at her mirror. And her breath caught in her throat when she saw Rick Woodson's reflection there!
He was naked. And he was grinning at Ali, beckoning for her to come over. She stood up and went to the window, looking across the small space that separated their two houses. She saw his huge cock bobbing slightly in front of him as he waved to her.
"Come on over!" Ali could read his exaggerated lip movements. "Come on over ... My wife will be gone all day!"
Ali shivered and understood perfectly what her handsome neighbor was saying to her; what he wanted her to do. She stood for a long moment, eyeing his huge cock. It was, she knew, bigger than Carl's. And she also knew that she wanted him to fuck her with it!
Rick beckoned and Ali shuddered-a delicious, pussy-tightening shudder-as she fantasized how his big cock would feel slipping up into her juicy cunt.
As she stood there, Rick took his prick in one hand and began jerking it slowly, deliberately, bringing his cock to its full throbbing hardness for her.
Ali literally drooled as she watched the fat, long prick swell before her hungry blue eyes. She recalled, in exquisite detail, how Rick's cum had tasted when it slithered across her tongue and down her throat.
"I shouldn't!" Ali moaned softly, helplessly. Her pussy was already starting to become slippery with her juices.
Ali's knees shook. She found her head nodding of its own accord, her feet heading for the door. She stopped only long enough to slip on her jeans, a blouse and sandals. As she headed down the stairs she expected to run into her aunt and uncle. Then she remembered it was Saturday and they had gone to visit some friends across town, and wouldn't be back until late afternoon or evening.
In moments, Ali had gone through the back door of the Richard's house, disappearing inside. She crossed the empty kitchen and went into the hallway. She was searching for the stairs which lead to Rick and his big, beautiful, hard cock!
Rick was in his bedroom. The curtains were closed, and the only light in the room was that which filtered in through the pale-colored drapes.
"Why don't you take your clothing off and get comfortable?" Rick suggested. "Take off your clothes and let me see that beautiful body ... while you suck my cock."
Ali whimpered. "I ... I don't know why I came over here," Ali lied weakly. They both knew it was a lie, just as they both knew exactly why she was there.
Rick laughed softly. "Yes, you do, Ali. You know exactly why you came here. You want to suck my cock while I finger and suck your pussy. And then you want me to fuck you with this big cock. You want me to fuck your brains out, don't you?"
Ali shuffled her feet shyly, suddenly glad the room was darkened so Rick couldn't see the shame and excitement she was feeling. "I don't know...."
"But I do," Rick told her. "Please, Ali, take your clothes off and come over here. My cock is waiting." He took hold of his huge cock and waved it back and forth before her mesmerized eyes.
Ali moaned softly, knowing she was going to do exactly what Rick wanted. Because that was the only way she could really feel free to enjoy all the delicious, naughty things he was going to make her do. And she knew she was going to love doing them.
Ali quickly removed her clothes and moved to the bed, kneeling between his wide-spread thighs. She let out a soft little sigh of delight as she rubbed her face along the length of his cock.
She made no move to get away when Rick sat up and took her firm tits in his hands, cupping them and gently kneading the full, fleshy globes. Ali moaned and put her hands around his stiff cock, her head dipping towards its fat tip.
"Yeah, that's it, Ali," Rick sighed softly. "Run that cute little tongue of yours all over my dick before I bury it in your hot mouth!"
Ali caressed the older man's searing prick with her tongue. It felt so velvety, she thought. So big and round and wonderfully hot with pumping, exciting blood!
Now it was Rick's turn to groan. He let out a long low sigh as Ali bathed his sensitive cockhead with her slippery, warm spittle. He stroked her long black tresses as she mouthed his cock hungrily.
"Oh, yeah, suck me, you sweet little cunt!" Rick urged Ali, twisting her tender nipples slightly. "Suck my cock, baby! Take it all the way down!"
Ali whined and sucked the magnificent prick tip into her hot, wet mouth. She lapped wildly at the swollen tip as her spit-slicked lips worked their way down the throbbing shaft.
She could hear Rick groaning from the intensity with which she devoured his cock. "Suck me, baby, suck my cock!"
The long-legged young woman began moving her lips up and down the stiff cock. With each downward stroke she let her throat muscles relax a little more, until she finally had taken every inch of his huge prick.
"Oh, yes!" Rick moaned, urging the young woman on even more.
Ali loved the pressure of his hands squeezing her aroused nipples, the steely heat of his engorged cock spearing into her mouth again and again. The big cock was leaking a steady flow of gooey, clear pre-cum now, and Ali swallowed the slightly salty fluid eagerly.
"You want it, don't you, Ali?" Rick asked. "You want my cum don't you?"
Ali moaned, nodding her head slightly as she moved her lips rapidly up and down Rick's hard cock.
Ali could feel her cunt tighten at the very thought of drinking down her handsome neighbor's creamy load. Her perfectly formed tits jerked in Rick's hands as she visualized the pouring, jetting cum coursing out of Rick's prick and down her gulping throat.
"Well, baby, you ... you won't have to wait long!" Rick panted. His cock seemed to grow even longer and fuller in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
Ali felt the man's whole muscular body tighten as her lips continued to glide quickly up and down his slippery rod, going all the way down at last. The thick cock bucked frantically against Ali's caressing tongue and the young woman opened her throat.
"Oh, Ali ... it's gonna be a LOT!" Rick yelled, his hips bucking up off the bed, his fingers clamping down on Ali's swollen nipples. "Yes, girl! Swallow it! Swallow every drop!"
The orgasm was quick and totally devastating to the young woman. Ali felt a furious orgasm pounding all through her own body, from her tits to her toes, as the first wad of Rick's cum blasted from his cock and down her throat.
"Umm!" Ali purred, gulping the fiery liquid down.
Rick's thick cock jerked again and again as she sucked the cum from it, gently squeezing his nuts to get all of their precious load. Gurgling and gulping, Ali whipped her untouched pussy back and forth, in the shuddering throes of her own climax.
Ali sighed and let another mouthful of the thick, slimy goo roll down the back of her throat. The noise her throat made when she swallowed the big load of cum seemed to make Rick even hotter. His prick shot another huge jet of the slippery stuff onto Ali's teasing, lapping tongue and she gulped it down, joyfully.
When she finally sucked the last spurt from his cock, and licked the last drippings from it as well, Rick pulled his cock from between her nursing lips. The big dick was still half-hard from Ali's expert blow-job.
Ali whimpered with lust and licked off a glob of cum from her chin, feeling a mild orgasm rippling through her as she swallowed the cooling, gooey discharge. She leaned over slightly, cleaning her cheeks and chin with her lapping tongue, and swallowed every bit of cum she found.
"That's a good girl," Rick sighed happily. "Such a fantastic, hot cock-sucker!"
He stood up and pumped his cock in Ali's upturned face. His cock grew harder with each stroke until it was nearly as stiff as it had been only seconds earlier.
"Lick it just a little more, my beautiful little sex kitten," Rick urged the kneeling, naked young woman. "Get it good and hard for me. Then I'll give you what you really want."
A huge flash of heat coursed through Ali's wet cunt when she thought of taking Rick's big prick into her tight cunt. Carl had fucked her and it had been beautiful! Rick's cock was bigger, longer and thicker, and Ali knew she would love it as well.
"I don't know if your cock will fit in my cunt."
"But you want to try and see if it will, don't you, sweetheart?" Rick asked, quickly catching on to her coy game. "You want me to shove my big, thick cock right up that tight snatch of yours and fuck you silly, don't you?"
Ali's body tingled with excitement at his words, because that was exactly what she wanted him to do. "Yes," she whispered, lowering her eyes to his cock so he would not see the naked lust in them.
He moved his hips forward a little and she opened her mouth eagerly, taking the flared cock-head between her lips and sucked it eagerly until it was as hard and full as it had been earlier.
"Got to have you, baby!" Rick grunted as he pulled his cock from her sucking mouth and pushed Ali on her back on the bed. "I've dreamed of fucking you ever since that night I watched you playing with yourself. Hell, even before that. The first time you ever babysat for me I knew I had to fuck you!"
He stared down at her beautiful body, taking all her nakedness in, causing her to blush beneath his lustful gaze. "I've barely fucked my wife at all since that night. And when I did, I pretended it was you I was fucking. I've dreamed of getting my nuts off in that tight cunt of yours!"
Ali twisted with lust on the bed as Rick told her about his fantasies. It thrilled her to know he wanted her so much; and that he found her more exciting than his own wife, who, Ali knew, was a beautiful woman in her own right.
"I hope you are able to get that big prick of yours in me and fuck me with it!" she told him, her voice betraying the lust she felt.
With a growl of pure desire, Rick dropped down on the bed between her wide-spread thighs. She watched as he spread her firm, trim legs even wider, bending to cover her dark-haired cunt with his mouth. Using his tongue, he lightly flicked her rigid clit.
"Urn, Oohh!" Ali sighed happily as Rick sucked her sensitive clit and coated it with hot spittle.
Rick licked and sucked on her clit for a while, then lowered his head and drove his tongue up into the hot, seething depths of her pussy. This caused Ali to arch her back and grind her teeth, her fists pounding into the bed as the first of her orgasms swept through her.
Sitting up, Rick's eyes glazed with lust as he looked at Ali. "Your cunt is just boiling over with cum. You're hot as hell right now and want to get fucked, don't you?"
Ali hunched her pretty cunt up at Rick and nodded her head." Yessss, Rick! Fuck me with that big, beautiful cock!"
Rick grabbed his prick and guided it toward the seething mouth of Ali's cunt. He mashed the thick cockhead into her juice hole until the tip glistened with her creamy cunt juice.
"Ohhh. That feels so hot!" Ali moaned. "It feels so good!" Rick rubbed his burning cockhead against her tender clit. "Fuck me, Rick! Stuff me full of your hard cock, please!"
Ali was aflame with need and desire. She had no way of knowing how good Rick's big prick would feel inside her burning cunt. But she was dying to find out. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and Rick began to force the tip of his cock into the tight opening of her cunt. Ali raised up on her elbows, watching the lewd, terribly exciting spectacle of her elastic pink pussy lips being stretched wide to accommodate Rick's purple cockhead.
Rick let out a long, low rumble of satisfaction as the head of his cock finally nudged its way past the tight entrance of Ali's cunt. Shoving forward just at the right moment, he forced it past the restrictive ring of muscles, so that it rested just inside the buttery-warm canal of Ali's cunt.
"Oh yes!" Ali moaned, falling back on the bed, her eyes fluttering.
"You like this, don't you, baby?" Rick croaked.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" Ali cried. She arched her hips and tried to take more of his cock.
Rick began to push down hard with his strong hips, forcing inch after inch of his thick cock into Ali's hungry cunt. When he had fucked half of it into her he stopped for a moment.
Ali raised her head slightly and looked down between their bodies, loving the lewd sight of his big prick sticking into her cunt. She felt as if she were already stuffed full, then realized he had only fucked half of his cock into her so far.
Rick chose that moment to lunge forward, driving his cock the rest of the way into the tightly clenching cunt. Ali cried out and flopped back on the bed, an orgasm slamming through her, feeling as if her pussy were stuffed full of hard cockmeat. Rick's balls, slapped against the crack of her ass, and Ali shrieked with joy, triumph and pure lust when she realized Rick had fucked his entire cock into her tight cunt.
"If feels so big!" she whined. "It's so fucking big. And so fucking nice!"
A glow spread across Ali's virginal-looking face as she looked up at Rick, who was smiling down at her.
"You're a woman now, Ali," he whispered softly. "You can take a real man's cock and fuck it. Come on, Ali, fuck me back, just like the hot-blooded woman you really are."
Ali whimpered and began moving her hips in slow, choppy undulations. The big cock stuffed her full and she loved the feel of it inside of her; loved the sensations it produced as Rick began to glide it in and out of her clenching cunt. The way that the big cock fucked her pussy, forcing its way into her tender depths, made Ali feel like a woman-like a sensuous, sexy, well-fucked woman.
"Do it to me, darling!" Ali begged, delighted by the fantastic feeling of Rick's prick lancing up into her superheated cunt. "Fuck me hard with that big cock!"
The initial, short fuck-strokes were lengthened as Rick began fucking her harder and faster, shoving his thick cock deeper into her with each stroke. The squishy sounds of Ali's tight pussy, being thoroughly fucked by Rick's cock, permeated the darkened room.
"So tight!" Rick marveled as his cock picked up the pace in the young woman's clinging, sucking cunt. "So hot and so fucking tight!"
Ali was making little gurgling sounds in the back of her throat as she flung her cunt up to meet the hard thrust of Rick's cock. Her clit was tingling and her tits were on fire. She rubbed her boobs wildly against Rick's sweating, hairy chest.
"Gonna fuck you good!" Rick gasped, slamming his cock even harder into Ali's demanding cunt. He stopped for a moment, reached down to grab her legs and lift them, bending Ali nearly double, and forced her knees back against her tits, mashing them. He hooked her trim ankles over his shoulders. Bracing his upper body on his stiff arms, he then shoved forward with his powerful hips and drove his big cock even deeper into Ali's gripping cunt.
"YESSSS!" Ali screamed. Rick's cock slammed into the very depths of her cunt.
She whimpered with excitement and pleasure, and felt her body starting to jerk and buck in time to Rick's fucking thrusts. A series of continuing orgasms began to sweep through her. Rick groaned loud, driving his prick as far into her gripping pussy as he could.
Ali screamed when she felt the first hot splash of his cum against the inner walls of her cunt. It triggered her own massive climax.
"Oh-yes! You're cumming in me!" Ali wailed when she felt another hot blast of Rick's cum splatter into her cunt.
This was only the second time a man had fucked her, filling her cunt with his cock and cum, but to Ali's frazzled nerves and body, it felt fantastic! So much cum was filling her cunt it began to ooze out, running hotly down the split cheeks of her ass, sending her completely over the top.
"I'm ... I'mmmmmmm.-AAAAAHHHH!" Ali shrieked as the furious spasms ripped through her taut body.
Her cunt jerked and hunched up and down upon the length of Rick's jetting cock. His slippery cum made her cunt glide and suck as she moved it, drawing even more of his hot fluids out in pulsing gushes.
"Ohhh, Ali, can you ever fuck!" Rick gasped as Ali tossed and twisted her sucking pussy up and down the length of his cock.
The two of them continued to fuck like crazy until Rick's cock finally stopped spurting and began to soften. He let Ali's legs drop from his shoulders. But all she could do was let them drop limply, too tired to even move.
The two of them clung together for a while. At last Rick withdrew his flaccid cock from her slippery cunt. He drew it out slowly. A small sigh of contentment escaped from Ali's lips when the cock slipped from her with a soft plopping sound.
"Ali," Rick said, taking her in his arms and holding her lightly, "my wife is going to stay with her mother for a few days later in the month. How would you like to come over and spend the night?"
Ali looked up at Rick and thought about having this handsome lover all to herself for a whole night. Having him suck her pussy while she sucked his cock, and then having him fuck her over and over. She reached down and gently cupped his cock, feeling the sticky fluids coating it.
Without a word Ali squirmed around on the bed so that she could encircle his cock with her lips. She began to lick and suck it clean. When she was done she rested on top of him, kissing him passionately.
"Oh, yes," she answered at last. "I'd love to." Ali purred, gently grinding her pussy against Rick's cock, which was starting to come to life once again.
"Great!" Rick replied, bending his head to kiss her nipples.
"But only on one condition," Ali teased. She felt Rick's cock starting to rise up between her legs.
"What's that?"
"That you fuck me again," she told him, twisting her body to capture his cock, sitting her pussy down on it, hard. "Right now."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brilliant sunshine poured in through the east window of Ali's bedroom and fell across her sleeping face, waking her as effectively as an alarm clock. She sat up in bed and stretched, noting that it was nearly ten-thirty in the morning. She had slept for nearly ten hours without waking!
As she stretched she groaned softly. She was sore and stiff in some brand new places. There was also a strange taste in her mouth, and her jaw felt stiff when she yawned. Then it all came back to her in a wet rush.
She was stiff and sore from all the fucking and .sucking she had done with Rick the night before! He had fucked her a second time, and it had lasted much much longer than the first. He had shown her new and different positions, and she had responded eagerly to each one.
Afterward she had licked and sucked his cock clean before finally getting dressed and making her way home. And getting there just minutes before her aunt had uncle arrived home. She had just crawled into bed when she heard them come in.
Ali got out of bed. Throwing on a robe, she headed for the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. When she got out of the shower she tiptoed into her aunt and uncle's bedroom, which had the only full-length mirror in the house.
She had always thought of herself as being a slightly homely girl and woman, even though she knew men had always looked at her lustfully. Now that she had discovered the joys and pleasures of sex, she wanted to see if her body had changed.
Ali stood in front of the mirror and dropped the robe. She tried to examine herself objectively, but wasn't entirely successful. She could see where and how her body had changed over the years, but she still saw much of what she considered homely.
Like most truly beautiful faces, Ali's had many individual flaws. Her nose was too long, her lips too heavy, her mouth too wide, her cheekbones too prominent. The individual features wee not what would be considered beautiful by themselves, but when you put them all together, they came out as stunningly beautiful. Ali could see the flaws, but failed to completely see the beauty those flaws combined to create.
As she lowered her eyes to take in the rest of her body, she could appreciate what other people- especially men-found attractive. She used to think she was too tall and skinny, with long thin legs, but she could tell that-despite their length, or maybe because of them-her legs were very well-shaped, even without the support of hose.
Most of all, Ali appreciated the jutting mounds which so completely filled her chest-a chest which had been flat and featureless just a couple of years ago. It didn't take a genius to realize she had two exceptionally beautiful and perfectly formed tits. They were big, really good handfuls, and there wasn't a bit of sag in them at all.
They were firm, nearly perfectly round, even when she stood up without a bra. They thrust straight out from her ribcage in complete defiance of the laws of gravity. And they were topped by two cherry-red nipples which hardened easily and jutted nearly half an inch when aroused.
Ali took one full, swollen breast in each hand, and gently bounced them, then lightly squeezed the burgeoning, firm flesh. She liked the feeling of hands on her tits. Her hands-anyone's hands. It made her feel that nice, itching squirminess inside her cunt.
Even as she watched in the mirror, the wide areolas, which completely covered the ends of each tit, began to puff out until they looked like little tits on top of even bigger ones. Her nipples popped out and grew into hard, slender rods, projecting from the centers.
Ali bounced and squeezed her tits, staling at them in the mirror, and realized she was getting turned on almost as much as she had when the men had played with them. And they were her own tits!
As the lustful feelings grew in her, Ali hefted her breasts again. She bent her head down and raised one turgid, stretched nipple to her lips, and then the other. At first she just licked at the stiff little nubs, then she wrapped her lips around one and sucked on it, while using her fingers to flick the other one lightly. She sucked hard on the nipple, rolling it between her lips, rasping the sensitive, flat, pebbly end with her tongue. Finally she nipped it lightly with her teeth.
The sight of her sucking her own tits in the mirror was turning Ali on, making her more excited by the second. She could feel the juices inside her cunt starting to ooze out and slide slowly down the inside of her long slender legs, and that turned her on even more!
Accidentally, she nibbled a little harder on one swollen, sensitive nipple, and a powerful wave of orgasmic spasms bolted through her. It forced an involuntary sequel of joy from her lips, and shook her like a dust mop.
"Wow!" Ali exclaimed out loud. "This could sure save a lot of time and trouble. I can turn myself on by watching myself, then get myself off at the same time." She giggled. "That means I can get off just about any time I want, whether there's a man around or not!"
She continued to giggle to herself as she renewed her sucking efforts on her nipples. But she dropped one hand to the thick thatch of ebony pubic hair at her crotch. A finger searched through the dense cunt-fur until it reached her dripping wet pussy slit. The finger parted the swollen, pouting lips, stroking back and forth along the creamy fuck-slot, then plunged deep inside.
Ali withdrew her wet finger, then joined it with two more, and worked all three into her creaming cunt. As she did, she lightly rubbed her tingling clit with her thumb. She was consciously experimenting to find out what she liked and what she didn't; what got her off the quickest and what didn't turn her on at all. She spread her thighs apart so she could see her cunt better in the mirror. She kept sucking her tit at the same time.
The mirror was inside a big, walk-in closet. If she stood just right, the light reflected from the mirror and lit up her pussy like a spotlight.
She watched her fingers moving in and out of her tight cunt; her thumb massaging her taut, tingling clit; her lips sucking on her tense, stretched nipple. As her exploring fingers moved around inside her cunt she sort of grabbed herself as she would a bowling ball. The tips of her fingers struck a wildly sensitive spot, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Tremendous orgasmic spasms rocketed up her thighs and through her body, leaving her shaking, sweating and panting heavily.
"Jesus, what the fuck was that?" Ali exclaimed, swearing out loud. The depth and power of the climax her fingers had inadvertently triggered left her somewhat scared and trembling. She decided she had better not do that anymore; at least not until she learned more about what it was and what it could do to her. She had never heard of a G-spot before.
Deciding she had done enough fooling around with herself for the present, worried that Sara or Alex might catch her, Al turned off the closet light, and closed the door. She retreated to the bathroom for another quick shower.
After the shower Ali dressed in a light summer dress, one she particularly liked, which she had purchased with some of the money she'd been "earning" lately.
The tan, almost cream-colored, dress made a perfect contrast against her silky-smooth, naturally tanned skin. She buttoned the bottom three buttons from the waist up, but left the top two open. If she tried to button them her full jutting tits created a strain on them.
She stared at her image in her own mirror, turning from side to side to see herself from different angles. She decided that maybe the dress wasn't so bad for showing off her body.
The difference in her appearance, a difference that even Ali could now see, made a tremendous difference in her self-confidence. Ali strode from the house with her shoulders back and a confident spring in her step. She headed down the street, then ten blocks over to the Thompson house, where she was due to sit that afternoon.
Ali didn't know whether it was the new confidence in herself, or the slight swagger in her walk, or even the new dress which accentuated the thrust of her tits. But she noticed that every male head turned and followed her progress as she walked by; as did a lot of the women she also passed. Some had admiration in their eyes, but most had envy. And everyone failed to recognize the tall, sleek, incredibly sexy young woman as the formerly mousy young girl who had come to live with her aunt and uncle; which tickled Ali with delight.
When Ali rang the bell at the Thompson's, Tracy Thompson opened the door, almost as if she had been waiting behind it for the babysitter.
"My, you look absolutely smashing, Ali. Come on in."
Ali looked Tracy Thompson up and down. The slightly older woman was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a nearly see-through blouse, without a bra, which allowed Ali to clearly see the nipples of her tits. For a reason she couldn't explain, Ali found that it excited her.
"You're looking good yourself," Ali replied, somewhat shyly. Why was she suddenly feeling that warm, itchy feeling between her legs?
"Thank you, dear," Tracy replied as she closed the door. "But, I'm afraid T have some bad news for you."
"What's that?"
"Ray's parents called just a little while ago. They're going up to their cabin for the weekend and wanted to take the boys with them. So Ray is taking the boys there to spend the rest of the weekend with their grandparents. He won't be back for two or three hours."
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll head back home then," Ali said, starting to turn for the door.
"Look, if you don't have anything else to do," Tracy offered quickly, "you could stick around for a while and keep me company."
"Sure, why not," Ali replied, smiling.
"Good," Tracy said, returning the smile warmly. "Listen, I was just starting to put some things away in the bedroom. Why don't you join me, and we can talk while I finish."
Ali followed the older woman up the stairs, noting the way the jeans fit her tight, small ass perfectly. They entered the bedroom, where Ali noticed a number of clothing articles spread out on the bed. When she realized what they were, she blushed slightly.
"These are beautiful!" Ali whispered. She gently fingered one of the sexy nightgowns, wondering what it would be like to wear one. "I bet they make you feel ... well ... sexy when you wear them."
Tracy looked at her and laughed softly when Ali's blush deepened. "Yes, very sexy. I'm sure a beautiful young woman like you has plenty of things like this."
Ali shook her head and laughed. "Nope. My nightgowns are full-length, cotton, and very plain. Nothing like this at all. But, lately, I've been sleeping without them."
Tracy looked at her strangely for a moment, and Ali felt that familiar tingling sensation in her stomach once more.
"Tell you what," Tracy said. "How would you like to try one of these on. We're both about the same size; although I can tell your tits are bigger than mine."
Ali gasped in surprise, but regained her composure after a moment. "I ... could I?" she asked shyly.
"Of course! Come on, get out of that dress and try any one you like. Here, I'll pick out one for you."
Ali hesitated a moment, then began to remove her dress, revealing her own full tits and beautiful body. She was acutely aware of the closeness of Tracy, who was standing just a couple of feet away. Tracy's eyes were taking in Ali's body like a hungry cat eyeing its prey.
"God, you are beautiful!" Tracy whispered, lifting her eyes to Ali's blushing face.
Before Ali could say anything in response, Tracy lifted her hands and placed them on Ali' s tits, palming the nipples. Ali felt a shiver run through her at the touch of the other woman, and felt her nipples harden almost instantly.
"I knew you had some beautiful tits," Tracy whispered in a low throaty voice. "But I never thought they would look this good. And they're even better than they look."
"Mrs. Thompson, what ... oohh!" Ali murmured, her voice a mixture of concern and pleasure at the sudden, unexpected action of Tracy.
"Just feeling your gorgeous titties, Ali. Tell me," she asked softly, "are you still a virgin?"
"No." Ali's voice was a mere whisper.
"Have you ever been turned on-you know, sexually excited-by a pretty female face or body?" Tracy's hands started to rub Ali's tits lightly.
"Of course not!" Ali protested, wanting to step away from Tracy's hands; but she discovered her legs wouldn't move, and that her body was already starting to betray her. "I'm not a-what do you call it-lesbian."
Tracy laughed softly, but continued to gently massage Ali's tits, which were starting to swell with desire and lust.
"I didn't mean that, Ali," she said, staring into the eyes of the raven-haired beauty. "I love to fuck. I love to have a man's cock in my pussy, in my mouth, even in my ass, but I also love to make love to a woman once in a while. Especially if that woman is as beautiful as you. I've been watching you, Ali." Tracy stepped even closer, wrapping her arms around Ali so that her tits were touching Ali's, with only Tracy's light blouse between them. "I have a feeling that you are not only the loveliest young woman in this town, but that you are just about the sexiest as well. Of course that all depends on you."
"I don't understand," Ali replied, feeling the heat from Tracy's tits against her own. The other woman's hands were traveling lightly up and down her back, sending chills through her.
"Ali, if you want to learn, want to find out how to make other people feel good-while making yourself feel fantastic at the same time-I would love to help you. And so would my husband."
Ali's head was spinning. This was something totally unexpected; she didn't know what to say or do. She wanted to grab her dress and run, but the sensation of Tracy's hands, which had come back around to gently roll the hard nipples, felt too good to even move.
"I don't know," she whispered weakly.
Ali stood there, not knowing what to say or do, as Tracy bent and removed Ali's panties. She lifted her feet one at a time to remove the light-weight material, than tossed it to one side. But Ali nearly leaped to the ceiling when Tracy, still on her knees, bent her head and kissed Ali's dark-haired pussy. She flicked out her tongue and licked all along the wet gash.
"Oh, God," Ali moaned, "what are you doing?"
"Just curious," Tracy told her as she stood up and looked Ali in the eyes. "Ray said you would be a hot number, and I was just finding out if he was right. He was."
"I'm a good girl," Ali said weakly, falling back on her old, familiar argument.
"I know, but you're also hot. Your pussy is creaming to beat hell already, and I've hardly laid a hand on you yet. And look at your nipples! They're sticking out, just begging for attention."
Ali started to reply, but her voice turned into a low moan of passion as Tracy darted her head down and sucked one of Ali's nipples neatly into her mouth. She rolled it around with her tongue. Tracy sucked harder. Then she took the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist and roll it gently.
"Ohhh," Ali moaned, feeling her knees weaken. "You ... you're gonna make me cum!"
Almost as soon as Ali said it, the first wave of passionate spasms swept through her, making her shiver with pleasure. Her hips started to undulate slowly back and forth, in uncontrollable fucking motions.
Ali let herself be pulled to the bed, where Tracy positioned her on her back, spreading her legs.
"Okay, Ali, brace yourself."
"Wh ... why?"
"Because you're about to get the cunt-licking of your life!"
With that, Tracy Thompson slipped out of the jeans and top she was wearing, quickly stripping her own body bare. Then she lowered herself on the bed between Ali's thighs. She lifted and spread them, lowered her head and began to lick and suck on Ali's cunt. Using her tongue, she stimulated the dark-haired babysitter's clit. She lifted Ali's legs and placed them over her shoulders. Slipping her hands under Ali's ass, she opened Ali up even more to her thrusting tongue, causing Ali to squirm and thrash around on the bed.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ali screamed as the first of her climaxes thundered through her. "Ohh, Mrs. Thompson! That ... that feels so good!"
Ali cried-when Tracy placed her mouth over Ali's entire cunt, she sucked it powerfully, fucking her tongue in and out quickly, like a small slick cock.
Ali thrashed around on the bed, beneath the expertly skilled mouth and tongue of Tracy Thompson, feeling as if she would never stop cumming. Over and over, she cried and screamed out her delight, as Tracy's tongue swept the insides of her gushing cunt.
When Ali thought she couldn't take it anymore, Tracy finally stopped. Giving Ali's cunt a final lick and a kiss, she crawled up on the bed and lay beside her. There was a wide, satisfied grin on her face.
"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Tracy told her. She leaned over and kissed one of Ali's turgid nipples.
"Wow, Mrs. Thompson. That was really something else! I've had my pussy sucked before, a couple of times, but it was never as good as that. I had no idea that a woman could make another woman feel so good."
"Ali, sweetheart, when it comes to sucking pussies, a woman is always better than a man," Tracy explained. "A woman knows what makes her feel good; thereby knowing what it takes to make another woman feel good."
"I guess so. But," Ali added with a shy grin, "it still isn't as good as getting fucked by a nice hard cock."
"True," Tracy agreed with a short laugh.
"That doesn't mean I didn't like it, because I sure did! But it was different, at least for me. Like I said, I loved it! It was fantastic. But I still like to fuck. Fucking makes me feel good all over, and the feeling lasts a lot longer. This was just one monster wild orgasm, and that was it. I guess I feel kind of let down."
Tracy disappeared into the bathroom, then returned a few minutes later with a small bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She dipped the cloth in the water and carefully washed away the drying discharges from the insides of Ali's cunt hair and thighs. She carefully sponged Ali's pussy with the warm water, causing Ali to squeal with delight whenever the water stimulated her clit, or felt especially soothing on her lust-swollen pussy lips.
When Tracy was done she washed her own cunt as well, then she placed the pan on the nightstand next to the bed before turning back to Ali.
Tracy took Ali in her arms and kissed her softly on the mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked Ali's thick, full lips, and her hand came up and cupped one of Ali's firm tits. Little sparks of excitement began shooting through Ali.
Ali returned the sexy kiss of the other woman. Reaching up with her own hand, she grasped one of Tracy' s hard little tits, rolling the nipple between her fingers, enjoying the touch of it.
Feeling bolder than she ever had, Ali pushed Tracy over on her back, and straddled the older woman, looking down at her with a smile. She lowered her head and began to lick first one, then the other, of Tracy's nipples. She felt them harden even more beneath her ministrations.
Slowly, gradually, she began to work her way down the length of Tracy's body, taking her time to lick and kiss every square inch along the way; the thrill of forbidden pleasures was rushing through her.
Ali finally sprawled on her belly between Tracy's thighs, and pulled herself into position so that she could lick the other woman's hot pussy. As she adjusted herself, she remembered the peculiar, wild orgasm she had given to herself earlier in the day. She decided she would try to do the same for Tracy.
Ali thought about what made her feel good, about what Tracy had done for her. She began by kissing and licking all around Tracy's cunt, gradually working her way closer and closer to it without actually touching the mound. She could hear Tracy moaning, and saw the slight bucking motion of Tracy's hips as she urged Ali toward her cunt.
The idea of licking up the hot, gooey juice oozing from Tracy's cunt cause her to hesitate just a moment. When she finally stuck out her tongue and captured a small drop, and brought it to her mouth, Ali decided it didn't taste all that bad, and she quickly licked up some more, discovering she actually liked the tangy, sticky stuff.
She began to lap it up. Swirling her tongue around the hot cunt hole, she paused to lick at Tracy's hard clit. When she locked her lips around the little nub and sucked on it, Tracy's body stiffened and Ali knew she had brought the older woman to a climax. It wasn't a large one, but Ali knew it was going to be the first of many, if she had her way.
But she was surprised by the lack of noise Tracy made when cumming. Ali knew she usually screamed her head off when she came, but other women might be different. She stopped for a moment and looked up at Tracy.
"Am I doing this all right?" she asked.
"God, yes!" Tracy told her. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I thought you just had an orgasm, a small one, but you didn't make very much noise and I wasn't sure, that's all."
"Don't worry, Ali," Tracy told her with a smile. "I cum just as intensely as you do, most of the time, but I just don't let it out verbally the way you do, that's all. Believe me, when I cum, it's quite satisfactory."
Ali decided that Tracy should have a climax which would leave her screaming and climbing off the walls, and she had a feeling she knew just how to do it.
She went back to sucking and licking Tracy's hot cunt, using a gentle finger to probe inside. Searching the general area inside Tracy's steamy cunt, a sudden, quick upward lurch of Tracy's hips indicated to Ali she had found Tracy's secret spot. She waited until Tracy's little twitches stopped, and then started in again, almost from the beginning.
She licked around and around inside Tracy's pussy, purposely avoiding her inner sensitive trigger spot for the moment. She went to work on Tracy's clit, licking and sucking on it as Tracy became more and more agitated, more and more impatient.
"Oh, please, Ali!" she cried. "You're doing that on purpose! Get me off! Please get me off!"
Ali giggled softly, but continued what she was doing-which was getting Tracy hotter and hotter. She had to hold onto Tracy's hips with both hands, for the other woman was fidgeting and squirming around so much.
Figuring that Tracy was about ready now, Ali gave her cunt a final lick before locking her teeth lightly around Tracy's clit. Shoving two fingers deep into Tracy's steamy pussy, she forced them upwards towards that special spot.
Ali was right. Tracy was capable of having bigger, better orgasms! She was capable of having tremendous orgasms!
Tracy's feet shot straight out. Her arms pounded on the bed, and her hips humped up into Ali's face so hard she nearly bounced the younger woman off the bed.
"AAGGHH!" Tracy screamed. Her body jerked and twitched over and over as Ali forced her fingers back to the sensitive spot and pressed against it again.
"OHHH, YESSS!" Tracy yelled out again. Her body continued to spasm and thrash on the bed, gripped in the throes of a massive climax.
Ali slowly withdrew her fingers from Tracy's cunt. She released her clit. Easing up on the bed, she lay beside Tracy, who was panting and gasping for breath, her eyes closed. She finally opened them and looked at Ali.
"God Almighty!" Tracy gasped. "I thought I was gonna teach you something new! Where in the hell did you pick up that trick, Ali? I've never-and I mean never!-in my whole life gotten off like that before!"
Ali looked shyly at Tracy. "It's the first time I've ever done it. I kind of thought about you having such tiny little orgasms, and it seemed such a shame, so I thought I would try something I discovered on myself only this morning, to see if it worked. I guess it did."
"I'll say it did!" Tracy replied with a wide smile. "I guess I'm not too old to learn a few new tricks myself."
"Well, I guess that's about it for my sex education classes for one day," Ali said, laughing. "I really should be getting back."
"Ali right, Ali, but any time you want, you are more than welcome to visit. Besides, Ray wants a shot at you himself, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," Ali replied, as she slipped on her jeans. "As long as you don't."
"Not unless he fell in love."
CHAPTER NINE
This was crazy, Ali told herself, looking up from the couch at Curds Greenberg. He's too old, too distinguished-looking, too stuck-up to ever go for this!
Over the past week Ali had called all the men she would normally "babysit" for, informing them that, if they still wanted her for a babysitter, her regular rates applied. But, if they wanted a little attention for themselves, that was going to cost them extra.
She had done it on a dare to herself. To her surprise, all the men had agreed, and some had even told her they could probably get her a few more "clients" if she wanted. She had said she would take on new clients. But only men who were discreet and could be trusted to keep quiet about what was going on.
Curtis Greenberg had been one of those referrals. He had called her earlier that evening and invited her to spend a few hours with him. When she had agreed, he had even sent a car and driver for her, with champagne on ice for her in the back of the long black limo.
Now she was sitting on Curtis' sofa in his very expensive house, wondering if she had done the right thing by taking him up on his offer. To her, he didn't look as if he would even be able to get a hard-on.
He was very tall, expensively dressed, and the gray at his temples made him appear very dignified to Ali.
As the two sat silently across from one another, each waiting for the other to speak, Ali could see that Curtis was nervous. But so was she for that matter. She had become a professional call girl, a hooker, and she was still having bouts with her conscience about it. Since she loved to fuck and suck so much, she had told herself, and since men were willing to pay her for it, why not make some money at what she loved the most. That also meant taking on men like Curtis, who were obviously nervous about this, and didn't know where to start, which meant she would have to take control of the situation.
"What type of work do you do?" Ali asked, looking around at the rich furnishings in the house, knowing he had to be a man of great wealth to afford all this.
"I own the bank downtown, and some other real estate around the city," he replied softly, almost as if he was apologizing for it.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Ali asked boldly, leaning back in her chair, letting her tits jut forward just a little.
"Of course," Curtis replied. "You're a gorgeous child, my dear."
Ali frowned and pushed her tits out a little more against the material of her dress. The material was thin, and she knew Mr. Greenberg could see her pink nipples through it.
"Mr. Greenburg, Curtis," Ali corrected, "I was hoping you might think of me as more than a child." She saw the way his eyes went to her tits for a moment. "I mean, a child doesn't look the way I do; or do the things I can do."
Curtis laughed and raised his glass in salute to her. "You're right, Ali. You definitely are not a child. Even a blind man could tell that. It's just that at my age, well, all young women are children to me, I guess."
Ali got up from her chair and slowly undid her dress, watching Curtis as he watched her strip. She took her time, teasing him before finally letting the dress fall to her feet. Standing before him in just a very brief pair of silk panties, garters and hose, her eyes darted down to his pants. She saw the bulge growing there, which pleased her.
She crossed the room and knelt in front of him, placing herself between his legs. She began to slowly unbuckle his belt and pants, pulling his zipper down at last. Once she had his pants completely open, she took hold of them and pulled them down, slipping them off his legs. She was surprised, but pleased, to find he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Ali was also pleased to discover he had a nice-sized cock which was rock-hard and standing straight up. She dipped her head and began to lick around the shaft of his cock, working her way down to his balls, which she sucked into her mouth one at a time. Rolling them around inside the warm cavern between her lips, she licked them thoroughly before releasing them, and began working her way slowly up the length of his cock.
She raised her head and flicked out her tongue, beginning to tease his cockhead with short licks all over its length. She took his cock in her right hand and pulled it away from his stomach so that she could lick the upper portion of the shaft. She worked her way down and around it before finally working her way back to the cockhead.
She made an oval with her lips and let the helmet of his cock slip past it, into her mouth. She sucked gently, using her tongue to bathe it with her spittle, and then gradually began to suck more and more of its length into her mouth. She took her time and went tantalizingly slow, knowing from the sounds that Curtis was making he loved what she was doing to him.
She felt his cockhead touch the entrance to her throat, and she swallowed a few times, allowing the muscles to relax. Then she dropped her head even lower, taking all of him at last.
With her nose buried in his stiff pubic hair, and her lips locked tightly around the base of his cock, Ali swallowed again, knowing that men loved it when her throat muscles massaged their spongy cockheads and hard shafts. A low moan from Curtis told her that he was no different from other men.
She began to work her head up and down his cock, using her tongue, lips, and even her teeth to stimulate him. She could feel her own juices starting to flow from the cock-sucking she was giving Curtis, but knew she wanted to please him first. At his age, his first cum wouldn't take long. But it would allow him to last longer when he got hard for the second time. And that's what she was looking forward to. She wanted him to fuck her, but she didn't want it to be over almost before it started.
Curtis growled, twining the long black tresses of her hair in one fist as he bucked his hips upward, shoving his cock deep in her throat. She grabbed his balls and squeezed gently and was rewarded with a hot blast of cum.
She swallowed it quickly, working her mouth back up the shaft of his cock to lock behind the flared head. Sucking powerfully she drew all the cum out of him. He shot two more quick blasts into her mouth, then sagged back on the couch, panting and breathing heavily.
Ali held his cock in her mouth a little while longer, making sure she had all of his cum, but finally released it when it went soft. She licked her lips and sat on the couch beside him, pleased with herself.
Curtis opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Young lady, it has been years since anyone did that for me. I can't remember it ever being that good."
"Thank you," Ali replied sweetly. "But I hope we aren't done for the evening."
"What do you mean?"
Ali snuggled up closer to him, reaching down to gently fondle his still-limp cock. "I mean, Curtis," she said softly, "that I hope you are going to get hard again and fuck me."
She took his hand and placed it between her thighs so he could feel the heat and dampness from her cunt. "I love sucking cocks, but I love getting fucked by them even more," she whispered softly. "And I just love to have my pussy sucked."
As she spoke she had gently squeezed his cock and could feel it starting to stir somewhat in her hand. She really was hot and horny and wanted to get fucked, but was afraid the older man might not be able to get it up again. Which would only leave her frustrated, and that was something she no longer believed in.
Curtis stood up and removed the rest of his clothes, extending his hand to her. "Come with me," he said softly, a glimmer in his eyes.
Ali took his hand and stood up, letting him lead her up the stairs and down a long carpeted hallway. He stopped for a moment before an ornately carved wooden door, then opened it and ushered her in. Ali looked around the room and began to feel slightly uncomfortable.
"This is my little play room, my dear," Curtis told her softly, a new firmness to his voice.
Ali looked at the room, her heart beating faster. In the center of the room was a huge bed, with heavy wooden posts at the corners, and each of them was fitted with stainless steel bolts connected to lightweight steel rings. The chains ended in the center of the bed and were attached to red velvet manacles.
"Would you like to find out what I do in my play room, Ali?" Curtis asked her at last. "Would you like to do some experimenting?"
"Why, Mr. Greenberg, whatever do you mean?" Ali asked, realizing at once this old man wouldn't really hurt her. He was just playing a game. A sexual game.
Curtis smiled and gently nudged Ali farther into the room. "I'll be happy to show you, my dear," he told her softly, the hunger growing in his eyes. "You don't know what the chains and manacles are for. But you do know what to do with this, don't you?"
Ali looked down and saw that his cock had become hard as a rock once again. She could feel her cunt begin to leak with her juices and had to lick her dry lips. The bed, with its chains, alarmed her a little. But it also excited her. As long as he didn't get rough with her, she had a feeling she was going to enjoy this fucking.
Curtis stepped between her and the bed, placing his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her down to her knees. "Come on, Ali, suck my cock some more. Make it harder so I can fuck you with it. That is what you want me to do, isn't it?"
"Yes," Ali whispered as she dropped to her knees in front of the older man. Reaching out, she gripped his cock with both hands and guided it toward her hungry mouth.
Curtis took her head in both hands and began to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing it all the way in each time, which Ali didn't mind at all. She loved the feeling of being dominated by him, and allowed him to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth as she sucked it as hard as she could.
Ali's tits were starting to ache. Wanting some attention, she brought her hands up and played with her own nipples, while Curtis continued to fuck her mouth. She was starting to think she might actually get off this way, when Curtis pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He directed her gently toward the bed.
With Ali's consent, Curtis had placed her on the bed, on her hands and knees, and fastened the manacles to her wrists and ankles. He placed two large pillows beneath her waist, forcing her into a doggie-style position-which Ali didn't mind in the least. She loved getting fucked in any position. But this was one of her favorites.
Curtis pushed her head down on the bed and knelt behind her. Spreading her legs wide, he began to lick the insides of her firm thighs, gradually working his way to her steaming cunt. The minute his tongue stabbed in between the widespread, swollen cunt lips. Ali arched her back and began to cum.
"Ohhhhh, this is so weird!" she cried as Curtis began to attack her pussy in earnest.
She was manacled to the bed and couldn't really move; not that she wanted to, as Curtis was sucking her cunt excellently. But the whole experience was strange.
Ali wailed and jerked her ass around, looking up to see her reflection in the mirrored door of Curtis' closet. She had to admit to herself, she did look sexy as hell amid the gleaming chain links, her long raven hair hanging down, her full tits shaking, her cute ass perched up in the air, with Curtis' face buried in her cunt.
Ali was not frightened in the least. She was finding herself getting extremely turned on by this. She could feel her cunt flowing freely and her nipples hardening even more. She rubbed them against the silk sheets of the bed, loving the feel of the material across the hard nubs.
"I see you like my little games, don't you?" Curtis growled, as if reading her mind.
"Yes! Oh, yes! I love it!" Ali replied, trying to push her ass back, hoping that Curtis would get back to sucking her cunt. Or, better yet, fuck her.
Curtis grabbed the firm cheeks of her ass, spread them apart and lowered his head again, beginning to lick all around her ass. A strange, hot feeling swept over Ali as the cool air washed over her spit-slicked ass. And she nearly jerked free of the chains when Curtis snaked the tip of his tongue into the tight pucker of her ass. The wet, slick tongue forced the ring of taut ass muscles open and worked its way inside.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! What are you doing?" Ali screamed. A totally new sensation shot all through her body.
Curtis paid no attention to her cries. He continued to wet her ass with his spit, and sink his tongue in her anus as far as he could.
"Eehhgg! Oh, sweet man, that feels fantastic!" Ali whimpered as Curtis began tongue-fucking her clenched asshole.
The super-tight passage slowly began to loosen. Ali was moaning, a soft, throaty cooing that let him know she loved what he was doing to her, very, very much.
A long sigh escaped her lips when the invading tongue slowly slid from her ass at last. "That was so nice!" the raven-haired slut said with a sigh. "I ... I wish you would do it some more!"
Ali felt like a real pervert, asking for more of that odd, thrilling, exciting tongue-fucking. But she couldn't help herself. It had felt so wonderful, in the strangest son of way, and Ali wanted more of it!
"Oh, there are even nicer things in store for you tonight, my dear," Curtis assured Ali as he raised up on his knees behind her. His long, hard cock was bobbing just behind her pussy slit. "I can promise you that."
Ali watched their reflection in the mirror and saw Curtis easing his cock toward her cunt. She felt the heat of his enlarged cockhead nudging apart her wet pussy lips. He pushed forward and eased his cock into her cunt, drilling it all the way in with a single plunge.
"Ohh, yes!" Ali shivered. "Fuck me! God, I need it! I need to be fucked and fucked and fucked!"
Curtis obliged her by fucking his cock in and out of her clutching cunt, causing Ali to groan with joy and pleasure. He fucked her tight cunt-sheath until his cock was gleaming with her slippery juices. Then suddenly he withdrew it from Ali's clinging pink folds just as she was about to cum.
"Wham NO, WAIT! Put it back!" Ali howled. "Put it back and fuck me, please! I want it! I need to be fucked!"
"And you shall be fucked, my little beauty," Curtis chuckled softly from behind her. "But, perhaps not in the way you expected."
Ali tried to focus her lust-glazed eyes on the mirror, and for a moment she didn't understand what Curtis meant. But her eyes widened as she saw him lining up his bloated cockhead with the cheeks of her ass, rubbing it all around her asshole to coat it with her slimy juices.
"Wait! What are you going to do?" she asked as Curtis began to exert a steady pressure with his cock against the tightly puckered ring of her ass. "Curtis, I've never been fucked in the ass before! I'm not sure. Fuck my pussy, please. Just fuck my pussy!"
"Just relax, Ali," Curtis panted. "If you relax, you'll enjoy this, I assure you."
Ali let out a little gasp of surprise as the head of Curtis' cock slipped past the tightly clenched ring of muscles, realizing that it actually didn't hurt at all. It was a bit uncomfortable. But there was no real pain involved with it. She concentrated on forcing her ass to relax, and felt more of his cock slide into her.
Curtis was going to fuck her ass, she might as well enjoy it and get as much pleasure from it as she could.
Ali tried to do what he said, to get her ass to relax more. Slowly she felt the tight sleeve of her ass open like the petals of a flower. She felt Curtis push more and more of his steely prick into her virgin anus, and she moaned as the hot inches of prick pierced her. But she kept her ass loose until she finally felt his pubic hairs grinding against the smooth cheeks of her rump. And Ali knew she had taken all of him at last.
"So hot. So velvety hot!" Ali heard Curtis moan from behind her. She could feel his cock jerk and twitch slightly deep within her bowels. "Nothing like a virgin ass!"
"Um, Ohh! Ohmigod!" Ali whined as the fat hunk of cockmeat pulled back part way, then slipped forward into her sucking chute.
It felt so strange to have a long, slick cock being thrust up her ass! It was hot, throbbing, and very exciting to her; she found it was turning her on.
"Now you're taking it!" Curtis breathed hotly. His fingers were running up and down Ali's back, then they slipped around her body to her dangling tits and squeezed them. "Now you 're taking my big cock up your ass!"
The older man held onto Ali's tits as he drove his prick in and out of her ass, again and again. He pulled on her distended nipples as he fucked her, and Ali could feel a gradual change coming over her.
Her ass was aflame with desire and was starting to come alive with the strangest, most wonderful sort of throbbing pleasure she could imagine. Each stroke of the rapidly fucking prick brought a new surge of stronger, hotter sensations as it glided in and out of the lewd young woman's tight ass.
"God, I never thought that it could feel so good!" Ali moaned.
Curtis laughed and rammed his cock into her harder and faster. He squeezed Ali's pert tits, his fingers sending tiny jolts of ecstasy from the pink nipples to her tingling clit and pulsing asshole.
"Ali you young women love ass-fucking, once you do it with someone who knows what he is doing!" Curtis grinned, powering his cock into the opened asshole. "You all pretend you're so innocent, that you would never do anything like this. But once you get a cock up your ass you go crazy and love it!"
Ali wasn't about to argue with the man. Because, as far as she was concerned, what he was saying was completely true. She had never thought she could enjoy getting fucked in her ass. But right now she loved it and didn't want him to stop.
She could tell Curtis was about to dump his load right up her ass, and that turned her on even more. His prick seemed to be growing even larger inside her gripping ass sheath. His breath was starting to expel in ragged gasps while he massaged her titties hard and rammed his cock into her.
"Cream me, Curtis!" Ali moaned to the rutting man. Exotic unreal feelings were rolling through her hotly-fucked ass. "Fill my ass with your cum!"
"Ohhh, I'll cream you all right!" Curtis panted. "I'll fill your pretty young ass, you can bet on that!"
The hunched-over man hammered his thick cock into Ali's gripping ass harder, deeper, faster. The wild friction of his prick reaming her ass sent fresh waves of fiery sensations through her ready-to-climax young body. She bucked her ass backwards in time with his thrusting fucking motions.
"Oohh, fuck me! Fuck my hot ass!" Ali screamed, nearly delirious with the incredible feelings pounding through her.
Curtis gasped as the young woman's clenching ass began squeezing and caressing his thrusting prick like a million feathery fingertips. He slammed his cock as deeply into her as he could, arching his back as his balls released their load into her bowels.
Ali clamped down on his cock with the muscles of her ass, loving the feeling of fullness it made her experience when her own climax erupted within her.
"Milk it, you hot young slut!" Curtis yelled as he tried forcing more of his cock into her.
Ali mewled and whimpered as the furious ass-cum tore through her body. Her asshole spasmed wildly around the impaling cock, the clenching twitches spreading quickly to her untouched cunt and up to her well-mauled tits. The full mounds of her fleshy breasts heaved and fluttered as if they were possessed of a life of their own.
"OHHHHHHH GODDDDDD!" Ali screamed. She threw back her head as the torrid spasms engulfed her completely.
Curtis' prick bucked inside her churning ass. Ali felt-through the furious climax engulfing her- the first hot wads of cum splashing into her ass. The white hot jism jetted into her tight ass and seemed to flood it completely.
"FUCK MY ASS!" Ali pleaded wildly. "Oh, Dear God, FUCK MY ASS!"
She heard Curtis groan and felt him ram his cock in and out of her quivering ass, the spurting cock gliding quickly and easily in its own coating of wetness.
"Yesss!" Ali screamed, cumming even harder when she felt the heat of Curtis' prick knifing into her again and again.
"Oh, Ali, Ali, Ali...." Curtis cried out. "Your ass is the tightest, the sweetest, the hottest that I've ever fucked in my life!"
The man kept pounding his cock into Ali's ass until he had no more cum to shoot. He finally pulled his rapidly deflating prick gingerly from her tender ass, and collapsed on the bed next to her.
"Oh, what a fuck you are, my dear!" Curtis told her weakly. "What a gorgeous, glorious, beautiful fuck you turned out to be! Who would have suspected by merely looking at you? You look so young, so pretty. And so, seemingly, innocent."
Curtis patted Ali's ass appreciatively and began to loosen her leg and arm restraints. Ali collapsed on the bed in exhaustion and Curtis took her in his aims and held her gently, caressing her softly.
"That was just absolutely fantastic!" Ali told him, her voice a soft whisper. "I've never been fucked in my ass before and I wasn't sure I would like it. But it didn't really hurt, or anything. And ... well ... it was fantastic. Thank you."
"For what?" Curtis asked.
"For showing me something new."
"Well, you're certainly welcome. I just hope we can get together again sometime."
"Of course. You know how to get in touch with me, and you know my rates." She felt slightly uncomfortable about bringing up the subject of money.
"Why don't you get cleaned up, my dear," Curtis told her, pointing to the door at one side of the room, which she guessed was a bathroom. "I'll meet you downstairs and we can finish up our little arrangement."
A few minutes later Ali was back in the limo being taken home, two crisp one-hundred-dollar bills in her small clutch purse, and a smile of satisfaction on her beautiful face.
"I could get to enjoy this type of life," she said to herself as the limo driver dropped her off in front of her house.
CHAPTER TEN
When Ali saw the long sedan gliding to a stop at the curb in front of her aunt and uncle's house, she felt her pussy quiver. The hot thrill of sexual excitement spread through her when she saw George Wilson at the wheel. He lowered the power window on the passenger's side and motioned ALI over to the car.
"Hi, sweetheart!" George called with a smile when she leaned over and rested her arms on the open window facing.
"Hi, yourself!" Ali replied, remembering, vividly, the night she had let George take her to the park. She shivered with barely suppressed passion as she recalled the pleasure she had gotten from sucking his cock.
"Listen, Ali, if you aren't busy tonight, I've got a special job for you. I drove over to the college to catch you there, but you had already left. Hop in and I'll tell you about it."
Ali looked back over her shoulder at the house, then, with a sigh, got in the car. She knew if she made a scene, or refused, there could be all sorts of embarrassing questions from her aunt and uncle about why she didn't want to talk to George Wilson.
Ali knew she couldn't really afford that, not with the way things were going with her other clients. She wasn't about to get investigated by her guardians, which could only cause trouble of some type, especially since everything was going wonderfully well with Rick, Carl and Curtis.
"How long will you and Marie be out tonight?" ALI asked as the big car glided into the traffic.
George chortled. "That's just the point, Ali. We won't be out at all! Marie is visiting her mother in Boston for a whole week!"
"Then, what do you need me ... oh, I see. What exactly do you have in mind?"
"I've got a special card game going on at my place later tonight, with a lot of my buddies coming over. I thought you might like to earn some extra cash by serving drinks and snacks."
"Just drinks and snacks?" she asked.
"Welllll, that's all I had in mind. But if the chance comes up for you to earn some 'extra' money on the side, that's up to you. Of course I won't try anything with you," he told her, "without paying for it. That's a promise."
Ali looked at him closely; his handsome smiling face looked completely innocent.
"How much?" she asked.
"Twenty-five dollars."
"Make it fifty."
He hesitated a moment, then grinned. "All right, fifty."
"Good."
"I'll pick you up about six-thirty or so to give you time to get things set up at my house."
"What time will the other men be arriving?"
"Between six-forty-five and seven."
"All right. Take me home, please, so I can get ready."
As George headed back Ali thought about it some more. Even though she really didn't trust George completely, what could he do with a bunch of other men at his house with them? He couldn't very well seduce her in front of them could he? Although, she admitted to herself, he just might be able to do that, if he caught her just right. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became with the idea.
As Ali hurried up the stairs to her room, her mood was better than it had been earlier in the day. One of the guys in her English class had made an obvious pass at her, and when she had smiled in return, he waited for her in the hallway. When she stopped to talk to him, he had been overly blatant in his suggestions as to what they could do on their date together. She had felt like slapping his face right then and there, but instead had just walked away.
Actually, she thought, getting undressed and ready to take a shower, if he had not been so crude in his remarks, she might actually have enjoyed going out with him. And probably even letting him fuck her.
She had begun to look at some of the guys in her classes, and had decided some of them might not be as bad, or as boyish, as she at first had thought. Fucking one of them just for the fun of it, without the payment of money, might be all right. Or at least nice for a change of pace.
Ali was still thinking along these lines when she skipped down the hall and entered the bathroom. Only to be stopped dead in her tracks.
Her Uncle Alex was standing there, in the nude, having just stepped from the shower himself. She didn't know why he was home at this hour, but right then it really didn't matter.
The two simply stared at each other, neither knowing what to say. When Ali's eyes automatically dropped down to his groin, she felt a shudder of excitement run through her. Her uncle's cock was at least nine inches long. And it was still soft!
And as she tried to tear her eyes from it, it began to stiffen and grow.
Neither she nor her uncle said a word. And his cock continued to harden, starting to rise up, until it finally stood out from his groin like a flag pole.
Ali felt her body starting to tremble beneath her robe. Her pussy started to flood, with its juices running down her legs. Her heart was beating faster and her nipples were swelling, becoming harder, thicker by the second.
Without a word Ali reached up and eased the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, revealing her perfectly formed body.
Her uncle pulled her to him gently and kissed her, softly at first, then more passionately as she began to respond. Ali opened her mouth and let his tongue explore inside it.
Alex's hands began to roam over her body, fondling it. One hand finally rested on her breasts, cupping one of her full, firm tits, gently rolling and squeezing the hard nipples.
"Ohh," Ali groaned. Feeling her uncle's huge cock slide between her parted legs, and the hot flashes from his tit massage rushing through her body, Ali trembled with desire.
"So beautiful," Alex whispered. He gently lowered Ali to the floor, and she, of course, offered no resistance.
She was mesmerized by her strikingly handsome uncle and his huge cock, which was now pressed hotly between their bodies. He began kissing her once again, his hands returning to caress her body.
Ali reached between them, searching for his cock. She gasped in delight when she found it, enjoying its heat in the palm of her hand. She moved her fingers up and down its length, creaming from the smooth, steely feel of it.
As Alex began to suck her tits Ali moaned deeply in her throat. She knew this was wrong; but also knew she was totally powerless to stop it or him. Or herself. She wanted him, and wanted him as she had not wanted any man before.
The sensation of his lips and tongue on her nipples was driving her wild. When one of his hands dipped between her legs to cup her dripping cunt, she cried out, and arched her back as an orgasm rippled through her.
"Suck ... let me ... suck you!" Ali begged, trying to turn her body so she could reach his big beautiful cock.
Alex rolled on his back. His magnificent cock flopped over against his stomach from its sheer size and weight. She crawled over him, licking her lips eagerly as she grasped his cock in both hands. She began to lick up and down the shaft.
At the same time, Alex positioned her dripping cunt over his face. Flicking out with his tongue, he swept it along her cunt slip, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
As Ali looked at the huge pole of flesh before her, a feeling of doubt began working at the back of her mind. She wondered whether she would be able to take all of it in her mouth. She could take Rick's big cock. But her uncle's prick was about an inch longer, and a lot thick. And it wasn't the length she worried about, it was the width.
As her uncle's tongue stabbed up into her cunt, Ali became determined to suck his cock. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, then lowered her head and began to work his dick between her lips, using her tongue to spread saliva all over it, coating the shaft completely. Then she began to move her head slowly.
The instant his cockhead filled her mouth deliciously, she felt Alex's tongue stab up into her pussy, brushing lightly against her G-spot. She gasped and her lips slid further down his cock, its flared helmet-like head lodging for a moment at the entrance of her throat. Ali flexed the muscles there, swallowing, and felt his prick slide past and into her throat.
She held his cock at its base with both hands, and worked her head lower and lower, finally managing to take all of him. With her lips securely locked around the base of his dick, Ali felt herself beginning to cum. She moaned deeply.
Ali began to suck his cock lovingly, as she had sucked no other cock before. She wanted this to be the best blow-job she had ever given in her life, and set out to do all she could to accomplish that goal.
Meanwhile, Alex was doing all he could to bring his niece to climax. And he was doing a damn good job of it! Ali could feel her orgasm starting, then exploding throughout her body when her uncle's incredibly long tongue forced its way between the swollen lips of her pussy and pushed against her G-spot. At the same time, one of his fingers shoved its way deep into her ass.
Ali would have screamed, if she had been able. Her body twitched and jerked above her uncle, and her cunt flooded his face with her wetness as spasm after spasm of climactic delight washed over her.
She was whimpering in ecstasy. She wanted to suck the cum out of his huge nuts, as he was sucking the cum from her flooded pussy. But her uncle was holding back, despite that she was working her head up and down his cock as furiously as she could.
With a grunt Alex rolled over, pulling his cock from her mouth, his head from her crotch. Quickly placing Ali on the soft carpet in the bathroom, he lifted her legs and bent her ankles over his shoulders, lining up his cock with her hungry, demanding cunt.
"Is that what you want, Ali?" he asked her.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried, reaching between their bodies trying to pull his cock into her. "Do it! Oh, please, Alex, fuck me!"
"How?"
"Hard! Fuck me hard!"
Without another word, Alex drove his hips forward, burying half his huge cock into her cunt. Ali screamed and tried to straighten her legs from the sensation of his huge fuck-pole being driven like a spike into her cunt. She felt as if she had been split in half. And she loved ill Her mind was reeling from the fantastic climax she was already experiencing.
"YESSSS!" she screamed at the top of her voice. Alex pulled his cock back a little, and then rammed it forward again, driving its full length all the way into her this time. His hips slammed into the upturned cheeks of her ass.
His cock filled Ali so completely. She didn't think she could take another fraction of an inch. In her bent-double position, the head of his cock had forced its way into her womb, and her quaking body began to explode in one climax after another.
Alex bent his head and began to suck on her nipples. Going form one to the other, drawing them in and sucking hard on the nubs, he used his tongue to flick their sensitive ends. This sent little currents of electricity from her to her cunt- where her uncle's big cock was now plowing relentlessly.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Oh yessss!" Ali cried out as his cock fucked in and out of her cunt.
For the first time since she had started fucking, Ali felt like a complete, whole woman. Even Rick Woodson's big cock had not felt this good nestled so deeply in her cunt.
"Awwww!" Alex moaned when as the muscles of her cunt spasmed and clamped down on his rod, trapping him within her. "So tight!" he told her. "Never felt a pussy so tight before!"
Ali pulled his face to her own and kissed him deeply, passionately, sucking his tongue all the way into her mouth. She began pumping her hips in small swiveling circles, feeling her uncle's big cock touching new places inside her cunt. She worked her cunt up and down, around and around, loving the shuddering pleasures it produced.
Her uncle was starting to gasp above her, as he drove his cock frantically in and out. He braced himself with his hands, and slammed his long, thick cock into Ali as hard and fast as he could.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum!" Alex announced, grinding his crotch down against her. His balls slapped loudly against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
With a massive lunge of his hips, Alex buried his dick as far into Ali as he could; then, arching his back, he tried to force it in even deeper.
Ali felt the huge cockhead expanding inside her and she was suddenly flooded with his hot cum. It splattered with a searing sensation inside of her womb, like a flame thrower gone wild, filling her cunt until it overflowed.
"YESSS!" OHHHH YESSSS!" Ali yelled at the top of her lungs. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around her uncle's cock, trapping him inside her as he continued to fire off load after load of hot cum into her.
Her body quivered and thrashed beneath his. Her head whipped back and forth on the carpet, sending her long black tresses swirling around in a cloud to surround her face. Ali reached down and grabbed her uncle's hips and tried to pull more of him into her. Grinding her cunt against him, as the muscles of her pussy gripped, she held his cock in a velvet vise.
To Ali it seemed as if his cock would never stop shooting cum into her. At last she was dimly aware it had stopped, and that his penis was starting to go soft inside her.
Alex started to pull out, allowing her ankles to slip from his shoulders. But his niece only slid them down to lock them around his waist, gripping his cock tightly with the muscles of her pussy.
Ali held him to her, kissing him, softly, tenderly, her love for him flowing like the tears from her eyes. Of all the men she had ever fucked-all the cocks she had taken into her mouth, and even her ass-she loved her uncle's prick the most. She knew it wasn't the biggest she had ever taken-although it was definitely big enough-but it seemed to fit and fill her pussy just right.
Perhaps it had a lot to do with the fact that it was HIS cock. Ali had come to love her uncle so much in the time she had been living with him and Sara.
"I've wanted to fuck you for the longest time," Alex told her, bending to kiss the end of her nose. "I've dreamed about it. But I never really thought it would happen-even though Sara told me to go ahead, if I had the opportunity."
Ali was shocked. "What! You mean, you told Aunt Sara that you wanted to fuck me?"
"Of course, Ali," her uncle replied. "Sara and I have a very open relationship about such things."
"I ... I don't understand."
"Let me put it like this: If Sara sees a man she wants to fuck, she fucks him. And, sometimes, she'll find a woman she wants to get it on with. And that's all right with me, too.
"In fact, before you came to live with us, there was a woman we used to have over on a regular basis. And your aunt and I would both get it on with her."
"Why didn't you say something to me?" Ali asked, confusion rushing through her.
"Because I wasn't sure how you would react, if I came on to you. I thought you might find the idea of fucking your own uncle somewhat repulsive."
"Well," Ali said, with a mischievous grin, "I don't think we have to worry about that now. Do we?"
"Nope, not now!" her uncle replied, laughing.
Alex got up to his knees and reached for a wash cloth, intending to clean himself off. But Ali took the cloth from him and placed it back on the sink.
With a smile, and a feeling of total abandon, she dropped to her knees in front of her uncle and began to lick his cock clean. Ali savored the taste of her own juices, mingled with his cum, and licked his cock clean. When she was done she stood and smiled at him.
"Tell you what, Unk. Anytime you feel Like letting me have this," she said, reaching down to gently fondle his cock, "you just let me know. And tell Aunt Sara that, if she wants to crawl in bed with us, that's perfectly all right."
Alex stood up and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply, holding her tightly. "Ali, I think things are going to change around here," he told her after a moment. "And definitely for the better"
"I'll say," Ali replied with a grin. "Now I have to get ready for a job tonight, and I better take a shower or they will know what I've been doing the minute I walk in the door."
"All right, Ali. I'll see you later."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ali looked around and felt a little giddy about being in control of this huge, opulent layout at the Wilson's sprawling, ranch-style home. As she scurried around in the kitchen, making dips and arranging trays of snacks for the soon-to-be-arriving guests, she felt like the lady of the manor.
She hoped someday that she would have a home such as this for her own. Perhaps when her college education was over, and she was able to land a good job in the communications field. The one thing that would make it even better, she thought with a wistful smile, would be to have the house AND Uncle Alex!
As she prepared another bowl of dip, she considered the prospects in her job-field. Her career counselor at college had told her she was a natural for it. She would not have any problem getting hired by any number of television stations. She would probably have to start off as a weather girl, or a cub, or a location reporter for a while before making the move to a desk, but that didn't bother her in the least.
At first Ali had been worried she wasn't pretty enough, at which her counselor had laughed. Her counselor had told her she had more than enough beauty to sit in front of any camera, television or otherwise, and if she decided to change her mind, she might think of giving Hollywood a shot.
After that, Ali had worked hard on her skills as a verbal communicator, practicing in the audiovisual lab to rid herself of any noticeable accent or speech fluctuation, which might detract from a viewer's attention to her story.
She was gaining more and more confidence in herself with each passing day. She knew when the time came for her to go out and face the job market, she would be more than ready. She was making sure of that.
Ali had everything in place just as the clock struck seven, which was when the guests were due to begin arriving. She heard the kitchen door swing open behind her, and turned to see George smiling at her.
"Do you think this will be enough?" Ali asked a little nervously.
"That should be plenty, Ali," he told her easily, which caused her to relax somewhat.
Ever since picking her up, George had been the perfect gentleman, treating her with courtesy and respect, even offering to give her a hand in the kitchen if she needed it. Ali had assured him she had everything under control, at which he merely smiled and left her to her own devices.
"Come with me a minute," George said, holding the door open for her.
She stepped through, letting him lead her down the hall towards one of the bedrooms. She hesitated at the door while he went on in, her heart skipping a beat. He looked back at her and laughed gently.
"Relax, Ali. What I wanted to show you was this."
He pointed to a beautifully wrapped box on the bed and motioned for her to look at it. Ali entered the room apprehensively, but George simply stepped back from the bed and allowed her to sit on the edge of the mattress.
"Go ahead, open it," he told her. "I went out and bought it today. I was hoping you might wear it tonight to serve the guests. They would love it, especially with you in it!"
Ali untied the bow and opened the box, setting the lid to one side. She pushed away the soft green tissue paper and removed the soft satin outfit from within.
Ali looked puzzled. "What's this?"
"It's called a French maid's uniform. I bought it especially for this party. I hope it fits. I had to guess at the size."
I ... I can't wear this!" Ali exclaimed in a hushed whisper. Holding the flimsy garment up, she examined it closely.
"Oh, sure you can, Ali. Come on. Please! You'll knock 'em dead in it!"
Ali laughed softly, and with some uncertainty went into the bathroom down the hall, locking the door securely behind her. She slipped out of her jeans and blouse; her heart was racing when she removed her bra and panties. There was something exciting and slightly forbidden about wearing a uniform that was so dangerously daring in front of a bunch of men. Especially the older men.
Once Ali had it on, she turned and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. She admitted she looked sexy as hell in it. She slipped on the black satin shoes, with the three-inch heels, which accentuated her long, shapely calves. The outfit was a definite turn-on! But Ali decided to play with George a little. Just to see how eager he was for her to wear it.
"George!" she called through the door, "I can't wear this! It makes me look like some floozy French whore!"
"Oh, come on, Ali!" George begged, causing Ali to suppress a giggle behind the security of the closed door. "Look, I'll even pay you extra if you'll wear it."
"How much extra?" she called back.
"Oh, hell, I'll give you another fifty bucks. Come on, Ali, I promised the guys something really special tonight, and that costume on you is just the ticket."
Ali stood silently behind the door, laughing into her hands, knowing George really was desperate. "Well, all right," she said at last, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out.
"Holy shit!" George exclaimed as she returned to the bedroom. "You ... you look utterly fantastic!"
"You really think so?" Ali asked shyly, blushing slightly under the blatantly lust-filled gaze of the older man.
"Hell yes!" he told her avidly.
"It's kind of skimpy."
"Not really," George replied quickly. "It really doesn't reveal any more than most bathing suits. And maybe not even as much as a lot of bikinis you see most women walking around in these days."
"I don't know."
"It just looks sexier because of the lace and frilly trimmings, that's all."
Ali sighed and looked at herself in the mirror over the dresser. It really did look sexy, especially with the black lacy bra cups and their almost-transparent material. Just the outline of Ali's beautiful pink nipples could be seen through the sheer fabric.
Ali pulled the short skirt of the outfit up and looked at the skimpy triangle of black silk which barely covered her dewy cunt-thatch. She turned, admiring the bulge of her cute, firm ass in the mirror, studying George's admiring gaze.
"Well, maybe you can't see that much after all," Ali admitted with a smile, "but it sure gives you the feeling you're seeing a lot."
"Right. Now, come on. The guests will be arriving any minute."
The sound of a car horn in the driveway served to punctuate his words, and the two of them hurried back to the living room. Even before George could reach the front door, the doorbell sounded. Ali was actually a little glad. She had seen that gleam of lust in George's eyes.
But what really bothered Ali was that she felt as horny as hell in the skimpy outfit, and if George had made a move on her she probably wouldn't have refused him.
"Hey, wait a minute!" George said, stopping just before reaching the door. "You're the maid tonight. You're supposed to get the door!"
Ali blushed but hurried to the door. When she opened it she saw two men, in very expensive sport coats and slacks, standing beneath the porch light. Ali had seen one of them, a local Caddy dealer, doing his own commercials on television, which made her feel as though she knew him already.
"Won't you come in?" she asked politely. "Mr. Wilson is expecting you." She tried to sound formal, straining to keep the sense of excitement she actually felt from her voice. She got into playing the role.
"Wow!" the car dealer gasped to his buddy as he saw Ali in her skimpy outfit. "Would you look at this beautiful little creature!"
"George said tonight was going to be something special, and he sure meant it!" the other man said. His eyes traveled up and down Ali, from head to toe.
Ali blushed as she took their jackets and hung them in the hall closet. She smiled as the doorbell rang again, and went to open it.
With such upstanding community and business leaders coming to play poker, Ali began to think about the opportunity she had for making money this evening, if it presented itself. These men were all rich and could definitely afford her services. And she didn't think they would mind paying for it, either.
Once everyone had arrived, Ali began to relax. S he served a few rounds of drinks, learning to make highballs and simple cocktails with the help of the men, who practically tripped over one another to show her something new to mix.
As Ali poured the various drinks, she took an experimental sip from each of them, just out of curiosity, to see if she liked them or not. She decided she enjoyed the light, white wines the best, and poured herself a glass, setting it off to one side in the kitchen. She sipped from it from time to time, knowing George wouldn't mind. By the end of the first hour of the party, Ali's beautiful face wore a continually rosy glow.
"You know, Ali," said the car dealer during one of the breaks, his voice slightly slurred. "The rest of the boys and I are really knocked out by that outfit you've got on. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so beautiful before in my life who wasn't on the pages of a magazine."
Ali blushed at the loud round of applause and laughter which followed the man's comments. She lowered her eyes bashfully under the appreciative gaze of all the men at the table.
"However," the auto dealer continued, placing his cards face down on the table in front of him, "we were wondering if you would possibly be so kind as to maybe show us a little more of that beautiful body of yours? We would be more than willing to make it worth your while, sweetheart. Wouldn't we, boys?"
There was a rapid chorus of agreement among the men. They all leered at her with lust-filled eyes, which caused Ali to blush even more-especially when each of the seven quickly tossed a twenty-dollar bill on the table and indicated that it was for her.
As she stared at the money, three men who were not playing cards also walked over and tossed their twenties on the table with the rest.
Ali smiled to herself, feeling her pussy start to heat up from the excitement. These men were willing to pay her one-hundred-and-forty dollars just to look at her. But it wasn't the money which really mattered to her, or what made it so exciting.
Here were ten very prominent and wealthy businessmen who were willing to pay to ogle her body. She had control over them, and could get them to do what she wanted-which would not only satisfy her own sexual lusts, but pay her handsomely in the process.
The thought of taking on two, or more, of these men at the same time was an incredible turn-on for her. Ali could feel her knees quiver slightly, and felt the tell-tale twinge in her cunt which told her she was all ready turned on by all this.
"What did you have in mind?" Ali asked in a low, sultry voice.
"Why, just your top, sweetheart," the car dealer told her quickly. "We'll give you this money just to be served by you topless. We would just love to see those beautiful tits behind that fabric."
Ali thought about it for a moment, smiling sexily at the men who were sitting at the table and watching her with hot eyes. The thrill of doing that was exciting her tremendously; the fact they all had tossed in a twenty-dollar bill just to see her tits added to the spice of the situation.
A part of her, a shameless part, wanted to do just what the men were asking her-to strut her semi-naked body shamelessly in front of them. Well, she thought, as long as they were willing to pay for it, why not?
"Hey, men, let's have a little more encouragement for the lovely young lady." George tossed another ten on the table, then clapped his hands for the others to do the same.
The other men quickly added their tens, thinking perhaps ALI was in need of encouragement, but Ali looked at George and saw him grinning, aware she wasn't doing it for the money at all Or, at least not all of it.
"All right," Ali said. "I guess it can't hurt."
Her hands quickly moved to the buttons along the front of the outfit, then halted. "You can look, gentlemen, but no touching. Touching costs extra. Understood!"
There was a quick, enthusiastic round of agreement from all the men. They all gulped at their drinks and waited eagerly, their eyes riveted on Ali's sexy, sleek body.
Ali slowly unbuttoned the top and peeled it down to her waist, teasing the men with her slowness. She then reached behind her back and unfastened the single clasp of the lacy bra. Letting the straps dangle at her sides for a moment, before finally letting the cups fall free, she revealed her magnificent boobs to the men's hungry gazes.
There was an immediate gasp from them as they finally got a full glimpse of Ali's large, firm and luscious tits.
"God, will you look at those!" one of the men exclaimed.
"I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful pair of tits," said another, causing Ali to blush with arousal.
She pulled the outfit down, leaving herself bared to the waist.
"Wow!" gasped the auto dealer. "I'll bet there aren't another set of tits like that in the whole fucking state. They ... they're perfect!"
Ali was a mass of quivering emotions as she stood in front of the admiring men. Her pussy was tingling wildly, and she felt a sense of pride in their comments about her breasts.
"I think I'll get you all another round of drinks now," Ali told them, hurrying into the kitchen to hide her feelings from them.
"Don't take too long!" one of the men shouted after her. "We wanna look at you a hell of a lot more than we wanna slug down another round of booze!"
Ali stood shivering in the kitchen, her firm, naked tits jiggling with each movement she made. But she was not shaking out of fear. It felt so weird, so totally strange, and completely turned-on to be walking around in front of these strange men with her tits jutting out, loose and free before her.
"Be just a minute," she called out.
Ali made the drinks and put them on a tray. Her head was spinning from excitement, and she took a gulp of her own wine. She drained all the glass before setting it down. She had never had so much to drink in her life, but she felt the need for fortification at the moment; although she wasn't sure why. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, picked up the tray and headed back to the dining room.
"Whooeee! There's our topless waitress!" the auto dealer shouted. "Goddamn, boys, that turned out to be the best fucking investment any of us ever made!"
Ali offered the drinks to the men. Many of them echoed the sentiments of the auto dealer, and Ali began to relax a little. She discovered she was actually starting to get wet from having so many important older men ogle her semi-nude body.
She served the last drink and the men returned to their cards for a little while longer. Licking their lips, each stole glances at her where she sat on the sofa. After a while, ALI returned to the kitchen to pick up a tray of snacks she had prepared earlier.
"You know, Ali," the car dealer said when she returned from the kitchen, "the boys and I have been talking. We've been enjoying your little show so much, so far. Well, we'd like to see more of you."
The combination of lust and wine blurred Ali's mind; at first she was puzzled by his comments. Then she understood perfectly what he meant.
"More?" Ali asked in a sexy, sultry voice.
The successful businessman smiled at ALI and nodded his head. "You got some of the longest, most beautiful legs any of us have ever set eyes on, and the boys and I sure would like to see you- well, you know-in the altogether."
Ali felt a tremor of excitement rush through her. Along with her spike-heel shoes, all she really had on was a pair of black mesh hose, a black lace gaiter belt and silk panties, which barely covered her now very wet pussy and disappeared into the crack of her ass, and an ultra-short skirt.
"Oh, I don't know," Ali told them, acting shy and demure.
But her attitude let the men know she was more than willing not only to show them all she had, but willing to do other things for them as well. Only as long as they were willing to pay.
"Ali, you can't deny us now," one of the men pleaded.
Ali looked at the man and smiled, flirting. He was short and wore glasses, and looked old enough to be her grandfather. His brown eyes begged the lanky, beautiful young woman, in ways words never could. She was almost tempted to strip bare just for him, without the consideration of additional cash, but the sensible side of Ali's nature kept her from it.
"Here, look, darling!" the car dealer said, quickly deducing the reason for her hesitation. "We're not poor men. We're all willing, and more than able, to pay for what we want from you. We want you to be happy about the whole deal, and we want you to know how much we want to see you!"
With that, he tossed a fifty-dollar bill on the table, and it was quickly followed by fifties from all the men. Ali smiled sweetly at them, walking slowly to the table. She picked up the stack of fifties and placed it in her small clutch purse, adding it to the twenties she had received earlier. Then she went back to stand beside the table.
"We want Ali! We want Ali!" the men began to chant, clapping their hands in time with their cries for her.
Ali moved to respond, but before she could, a pair of hands circled her from behind. They came to rest lightly on her tits. ALI felt a sigh escape her as George Wilson's strong fingers began to caress her rapidly hardening nipples.
Another pair of hands quickly hooked themselves into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, along with her skirt and garterbelt and hose. Someone else lifted her feet one at a time, and removed the garments and her shoes.
Cool air caressed Ali's suddenly naked cunt. Hands continued to manipulate her tits, and she was filled with lust and lewd desire.
The car dealer looked at her body in awe. "Far-fucking-out!" he gasped. "Now, that's what I call a waitress!"
"That's what I call a BODY!" another man shouted.
Ali shuddered with lust. She had never felt anything so wild, so exciting as standing stark naked before a whole group of older men. They were behaving as she would expect the boys in her college classes to behave.
"Man, would you look at that!" one of the men said. Nudging his neighbor at the table, he pointed at the twin rivulets of clear pussy juice running down Ali's strong thighs. "She's hot! This chick is actually getting turned on by all this!"
Ali heard the buzz of excited whispering around the table, but couldn't really understand what the men were saying. Even in her semi-aroused state, she could see the lust in their eyes and the way they were licking their lips, hungrily.
"Gentlemen," George said softly from behind her, getting their attention immediately, "let me tell you a little something about our beautiful waitress here.
"Now, Ali loves sex. She loves to suck a cock until it feels like your nuts are going to simply explode, and she can fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life. I guarantee it."
"Yeah!" the men yelled enthusiastically. All their eyes were fixed on the squirming body of Ali, who was leaning back against George. She was letting his hands roam freely up an down her luscious body.
"However, despite that fact, there is a cost for her services. Now, I promised all of you that this would be a very special evening, and I meant it. But I also told Ali it would be, or could be, a profitable night for her as well.
"All of you have already given seventy bucks apiece to take a look at her, but if you want anything more from Ali-and I know you all do," he added with a sly grin, "then it's going to cost you another one hundred dollars each."
"And what do we get for that?" asked the auto dealer.
"Tell them what they get, Ali," George urged, gently pinching her hard nipples, sending little bolts of electricity through her.
Ali swallowed hard and focused her eyes on the men at the table, who were all waiting eagerly for her reply. "You get me," she told them in a low, throaty voice. "You get me any way you want me, as many times as you want me."
"All Right!" the auto dealer yelled, rubbing his hands together. "This is going to be fun!"
"A word of caution, gentlemen," George said. Kissing the side of Ali's neck lightly, he caused her to shiver. "No rough stuff. No whippings, no bondage, no forcing of any type. Anyone who tries forfeits his money, and will be asked to leave. Understood?"
Ali felt a rush of affection for George. Despite the fact that he was acting like a pimp, he also had enough presence of mind to look out for her and her safety.
"No problem!" the car dealer agreed. He stood up and approached Ali, his hands reaching out to fondle her big tits. Letting his palms rub her nipples, he drew a little sigh of pleasure from her.
Ali mewled helplessly under the direct, confident stares of the men, knowing before the night was over she was going to suck and fuck every man there, and probably more than once. She knew that once she got started, there would be no stopping her until she had completely drained every one of them. The thought sent a chill of excitement down her spine.
"You're a good girl, aren't you, Ali?" George asked softly.
"Yes ... yes. I'm a good girl," she answered weakly.
George laughed and ran his hands over Ali's ribcage, then down to her dripping pussy. "You mean that you're a good fuck, don't you? Isn't that what you really mean, Ali?"
Picking her up, he placed her on the table, on her ass, with her legs dangling over the edge. He scattered men and chairs out of the way.
Ali offered no resistance as George opened her legs wider, then reached between them and gently pried apart her puffed up pussy lips. He bent over and kissed Ali squarely on her cunt, shoving his long, slippery tongue deep into her saturated pussy.
"Oooohhhh!" Ali moaned, feeling the wonderful tongue spearing into her tender cunt.
George wriggled his tongue inside the young woman's snug cunt, rippling it across her clit, causing Ali to moan and hunch her ass up off the table. The furious spasms of orgasm flashed through her cunt as soon as George's tongue touched the aroused little button.
George teased the leggy woman's clit until Ali was quivering and rolling her pretty ass around on the table. Then he stopped, leaving her just a few licks from total release.
"Ohhhh, please, just a little more!" Ali begged, whimpering as she looked through glazed-eyes at George, who was standing between her lewdly splayed legs.
She was so hot! So incredibly hot! The men all stood round the table, watching and drooling over her bared, turned-on young body, which only made each rocking tremor of her excitement that much hotter and more delicious.
"Ohhh, please, George! Just a few more licks!" Ali moaned. She felt like a slut to be saying such things in front of all these strange men, but she did, not caring what she sounded like. "Please, George, please make me cum!"
George tickled Ali's clit with his tongue and she lifted her ass off the table. She moaned and wiggled her pussy helplessly in search of the final tongue-stroke which would send her rocketing over the top.
"Now," said George, stopping once more, "Ali, are you a good girl or a good fuck?"
Ali chewed on her lower lip and moaned. The hot driving pulses of her need to climax were throbbing like liquid fire all through her young body.
"Ohhh, yes! YES!" Ali finally yelled.
"Yes, what!" prompted George.
"I'm a good fuck! I'm a fantastic fuck! I'm the best fuck any of you will ever have in your Lives! And I can suck your cock until your knees buckle and you beg me to stop! Now fuck me with that hot tongue of yours and finish what you started!"
George rubbed Ali's clit gently, keeping her aroused to a fever pitch, but not quite letting her get her rocks off completely. With his free hand he reached down and unfastened his pants, pulled down his zipper and removed his big cock. Stroking the shaft a few times, he brought it to complete hardness as the rest of the men watched raptly.
"Yes, ALI," he said softly, "I'm going to fuck you all right, but not with my tongue, baby doll. No, I think I've got something you will like a hell of a lot more. It's bigger, harder and will fill your tight pussy up a hell of a lot better than my tongue will, I assure you."
Ali heard his words through her lust-fogged brain and knew what he was talking about. She also knew George would be only the first of many cocks she would be getting tonight. But she didn't care! Ali wanted his cock, any cock! And she wanted it now!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The head of George Wilson's cock was like a burning ember against Ali's wet pussy lips. She moaned when she felt it nudge her cunt lips apart and began to work itself into the tight opening.
"Goddamn, would you look at that!" she heard one of the men exclaim. "Old Wilson's actually going to fuck that sweet young thing!"
George grasped Ali by her shapely hips and pulled himself into her with one swift plunge. Ali let out a little whimper of lust and shame, and arching her hips off the table, she felt inch after inch of hot cockmeat forcing its way up into her warm, squishy cunt.
"Oh man!" one of the other poker players moaned lustfully. "Son of a bitch! He's doing it! He's actually doing it! He's fucking her!"
The cock began to sluice rapidly back and forth, in and out of Ali's hot juicy cunt. There was a mass-gasp of drawn breaths as the men watched Ali getting fucked shamelessly by their host on the table.
"Hell, she loves it!" another one of the men panted loudly. "The little bitch is actually loving it! This is just too fucking unreal!"
Ali couldn't help herself. The big cock fucking in and out of her tight pussy felt so damn good! She was twisting and moaning helplessly, raising her shapely ass off the green-felt card table every time the hard cock slammed into her cunt.
The men around the table watched in silence for a few more minutes. The only sounds in the room was their breathing, and Ali's pussy getting fucked. Then a voice Ali recognized as the auto dealer's finally broke the silence.
"Well," he rasped, "I don't know about the rest of you clowns. But if George can get himself a piece of that prime pussy, so can I! I'm next!"
Ali dimly heard the sound of a zipper opening. Then a long silence. Then another zipper, and another. Until Ali knew all of the men had unzipped their pants and taken out their cocks.
George stopped grinding his cock into Ali's warm pussy. Ali groaned and pushed her hips up, searching for, longing for, more of his exciting, wanton fucking.
She heard the rustle of paper and turned her head to see the men throwing more money into the pile on the table. She knew it was all for her.
"Forget the money for the time being," George panted. "We can all settle up later. Once Ali gets going she just doesn't want to stop!"
The churning need George's mouth and cock had begun within her prick-flooded cunt was too strong for Ali to deny. George held his cock motionless inside her, and she knew he wouldn't give her more of the sweet fucking she wanted and needed so desperately-unless she did anything and everything he wanted her to do.
"Tell them what you want, Ali," he gasped. "You tell them what you want. You want their cocks, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes," Ali heard herself stammering. Her voice was choked full of lust and need. "I want their cocks! I want all the cock they can give me!"
George laughed. "Well, open those big blue eyes of yours, baby, and look around! We've got lots of just what you need, Ali. All hard and ready to go! Open your eyes and take a look!"
Ali slowly opened her eyes. The other men all stood around the table with their hard cocks pointed directly at her. Ali shivered with lust and wanton desire as she saw all of that hard, throbbing meat. And she knew that each and every one of them was planning on fucking her before the night was over.
What sent the greatest shiver of anticipation through Ali was that she actually wanted them to! She wanted to feel each and every one of them in her pussy and her mouth. Right now they could have taken back every cent of their money, and she still would have fucked and sucked each and every one of them. George was right about one thing. Once she got started, she never wanted to quit.
George shoved his cock all the way into her cunt, causing her to arch her hips off the table. The big cock filled her cunt once more.
"Yeah," he grunted, starting to fuck her with hard strokes once again, "You are gonna love this night, Ali. You're gonna get fucked like you've always dreamed of getting fucked! And you'll drink a gallon of cum as well!"
Ali groaned and opened her legs wider to the savage fucking George was now giving her. She whimpered in lust with each driving lunge, feeling her pussy throb hotter and hotter around his ravaging cock.
She began to coo softly as the big cock slammed into her snug cunt again and again. "Ohhh, it feels so good!" she moaned. "You men are nasty ... making me do this. But it feels so good!"
Ali began to babble and drool. The excitement of being fucked so hard, so beautifully, in front of all the men, under the bright light above the table, was turning Ali on completely. The sensual raven-haired woman writhed and hunched and gurgled out her delight with each of George's spearing fuck-thrusts.
"Oh, God, I love it!" Ali cried as her cunt squeezed and gripped George's hard cock. "I'm a bad girl who loves to fuck! Who loves to suck! Who loves to cummmmmmmm!" She screamed when her body went into the throes of passion, her orgasm exploding within her.
"Oh, SHIT!" Ali heard George yell out. "You hot little bitch!" He threw back his head and shoulders as he drove his cock into her. "Your hot cunt is sucking the cum right out of my balls!"
The group of stunned men watched as George pumped his fiery cum up into the humping, moaning young woman's fluttering cunt. Ali whined and jerked her ass clear up off the table to milk every drop of the cum gushing from George's cock. She didn't stop moving her hips until George's limp, spent dick finally slipped from her clutching pussy.
"Ohhhh, shit, boys. She wants more!" the car dealer rasped. "She wants more cock. Well, I'm just the man to make sure she gets just what she wants!"
George Wilson moved out from between Ali's spread thighs and motioned to two men at the far end of the table.
"Pull her closer to you," George told them. "Harry can crawl up on the table and fuck her, while one of you other boys can give her a mouthful of cock for her to suck on. Ali just loves to suck a hard cock, don't you, Ali?"
The aroused young woman was floating in a lust-tinged haze of emotions. All these men! All of these hard, stiff, throbbing cocks! All for me! she thought with delight. Ali just waiting to plunge into my pussy and my mouth!
Ali felt hands pulling her across the table, scattering cards and chips everywhere. A long, fat prick suddenly appeared above her face, which was now hanging backward over the edge of the table. The heavyset car dealer, Harry, was up on the table, moving between her legs. Ali felt his inflamed cockhead rubbing against her swollen cunt lips.
"Ooohhh, yes!" Ali hissed as the huge cockhead pushed her cunt open and fucked its way deep inside of her. "I fuck! I suck! I do it all! And ... and I love it!
Ali reached up and guided the cock above her face into her mouth, just as Harry's hard prick slid all the way into her well-oiled cunt. It felt incredible to be sucking a total stranger's cock, while another strange man's cock fucked in and out of her hungry, eager cunt.
Ali moaned around the slippery cock stabbing into her mouth. With her head tilted over the edge of the table at the angle it was, the man's cock had a straight shot down her throat. He began fucking her mouth quickly, shoving his cock all the way down her throat with each forward lunge.
Ali groaned, wanting to scream, to urge the two men to fuck her harder and deeper. She was totally turned on now, and she wanted everything they could give her.
"Fuck! Look at that bitch gobble that cock!" one of the men exclaimed loudly.
"Shit! You should feel it!" said the man who was fucking his hard cock in and out of Ali's tightly clinging mouth. "You talk about a blow-job! This little bitch is one hot cock-sucker!"
Ali groaned around the big cock splitting her mouth, sucking hard on it. She longed to taste his cum! She wanted to be flooded with the white, hot gooey stuff from both ends at the same time!
"Ungghh! What a fuck!" Harry, the auto dealer, panted. "I can't last too much longer in this tight cunt! It's so fucking tight and hot!"
The heavyset car dealer held on and kept fucking his cock in and out of her. Ali was moaning and tossing her pretty ass wildly beneath him, giving him the ride of his life in her snug, slick pussy. At the same time she continued to suck the other man's cock noisily.
"Ohhhh, man! Feels like she's sucking my nuts right up through my cock!" the man getting the blow-job moaned. "Can't ... can't hold back! It feels too fucking good! Her tongue is all over my cock and she sucks like a vacuum!"
Ali's cheeks were hollowed with the strength of her hot suction; her tongue was swirling madly all around the fat tip of his prick. She was in love with the taste of heavy, pungent cock, and with the feel of the warm cockhead against her slippery tongue.
"Can't ... can't hold back!" the man yelled, his cock jumping between Ali's clinging lips. "Get ready, girl, here I cummm!"
The man shivered and went stiff as a board. His cock jerked and he began to deposit load after steamy load of hot, thick spunk into Ali's mouth. He was shooting it down her throat.
"Ummm!" Ali moaned in delight. She wanted all of them to know just how much she loved having her hot mouth filled with cum.
Harry rammed his prick deep into Ali's spasming cunt just at that moment. "Oh, shit, woman! Fuck it! Fuck it!" he cried as his cock began to jerk and twitch inside of her clinging cunt.
Ali was whimpering loudly between the furious fucking and the pulsing flow of cum pumping into her mouth and cunt. Sheer ecstasy engulfed the lithe young woman. Ali couldn't get enough of the heavy, male-tasting cock jism. She let it build to a pool in her mouth before swallowing it in big noisy gulps.
"Oh, son of a bitch!" another man sighed, watching Ali slurp down the slimy, salty cum. "I want some of that myself. Look at her. She loves every drop!"
Harry finally pulled his spent rod out of Ali's cunt. "I think you owe it to yourself to get some of this young pussy, Walter. Never had a tighter, or better fit in my life."
The man who had spoken nodded. "Oh, I definitely intend to get me some before the night it out. As well as some of that mouth. It's not every day we get someone as beautiful, or as hot, as Ali to play with."
"Let's put her on the floor so more of us can get at her at once!" someone proposed in a voice cracking with lust and excitement. "I can't wait much longer to get my cock into this cute bitch! If I can't get into her soon, I'm gonna cum all over myself just watching."
The men who hadn't had a turn at Ali rapidly agreed. When the man at the head of the table finally pulled his cock from Ali's cum-shiny lips, the young woman felt herself being lifted off the table by half a dozen pairs of hands. The men placed her on the soft carpet of the living room floor. Then they stood around her in a circle, their hard cocks thrusting out in front of them.
Ali sighed as she looked up and saw the array of hard cocks in different shapes and sizes. She licked the cum from her lips absently and wondered which of the many pricks would be fucked into her next. And where?
"Turn over, sweetheart," one of the men standing above her instructed. "Get up on your hands and knees, doggie-style. Stick that pretty ass of yours up in the air for me."
Wordlessly, Ali did as she was told. She overheard a quick whispering between the men and knew they were planning something different for her. She wondered what it was.
"I really love it this way," the man told Ali in a soft, throaty voice. He got down on his knees behind her, his hands caressing the firm globes of her ass. "But you see, I'm not real wild about sloppy thirds."
Ali didn't completely understand what he meant until George returned. She heard the sound of a cap being unscrewed from a jar, and she turned her head to look back over her shoulder-just in time to see George handing the jar to the man kneeling behind.
"Ohhh," Ali gasped when the cold wad of jelly was smeared over her asshole. A big glob of the slippery goo was pushed up into the tight opening of her ass.
"Ahhh," the kneeling man sighed. "You have a nice, tight ass, Ali. Just the way I like them!"
Ali felt a little tremor of fear sweep through her, for the man kneeling behind her had the biggest cock of any man in the room. She jerked nervously as the cockhead came into contact with the tightly puckered opening of her ass.
As the man pushed gently forward, in her mind his prick felt as big as a small apple. Ali got up on her hands and knees, raised her head from the carpet and looked back over her shoulder.
"Go slow," she panted lustfully. "I've only been ass-fucked once before."
"Just relax, sweetheart," the man told her, easing his cock into her tight ass.
The man placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her head back down to the carpet. Angling her ass up toward the ceiling, he nudged his prick-tip into the tight ring of her anal muscles.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ali moaned as the man eased inside her ass.
She whimpered in lust and tried her best to relax the muscles of her ass for the penetrating cock, feeling it slide deeper and deeper into her.
"That's it, sweetheart," the man grunted. "Just relax and let my big cock ream out that sweet little asshole of yours! I'm gonna fuck your sweet ass like you won't believe!"
With a sudden lunge, the man drilled the entire length of his big, steely, pulsing cock all the way into Ali's snug, clutching depths. Ali gripped the carpet with her fingernails and moaned as the thick length of burning prick slid into her ass, causing her to experience a massive climax.
"Jesus, will you look at that!" a man whispered in awe.
"Yeah," another replied. "The little bitch took every bit of Eddy's big cock! Man, oh, man, what a hot piece we got here tonight! Cunt, mouth, ass: it doesn't matter to her where you stick it!"
Ali's mind was reeling with her orgasm. But she heard the man's comments and that seemed to inspire her even more. She loved the feeling of being called all the dirty names they used for her. A wave of illicit pleasure rolled through Ali and caused her to shiver with excitement.
"Oh, fuck! What a fantastic ass!" the appreciative man sighed, starting to slide his fat prick in and out of the greasy opening. "You got the hottest ass in town, baby! The tightest, hottest piece of ass I've ever shoved my cock into!"
The thick cock was spreading Ali's pretty ass cheeks apart with hard, deep, regular fuck-strokes. Ali moaned and slowly began moving her ass in time with the man's fucking. The big cock felt wonderful inside her ass and Ali could hardly wait for the next thrilling lunge each time it withdrew.
"Oh, FUCK ME!" Ali cried out as her body was wracked with another orgasm. "Ram your big cock up my ass and make me cum!"
A rumble of excitement went through the crowd of on looking men. A couple of them shifted in closer for an even better view of the action.
"This little bitch loves a cock up her ass!" one of the men blurted out breathlessly. "But I think I'm gonna get me a blow-job while Eddy gets himself all of that prime butt!"
The man knelt down in front of Ali and took her beautiful, lust-crazed face in his hands. He raised her mouth up a few inches, and fed the tip of his cock to her full lips.
Ali saw the fat cockhead coming at her and opened her mouth automatically. Relaxing the muscles of her throat, she let the man shove his cock all the way in to the root, mashing her lips against his pubic bones on the first lunge. Out of natural reflexive action, she began sucking on his hardness, even before she realized what she was doing.
Two cocks! Ali thought to herself, delirious with the joy of the huge prick in her ass as it rammed in and out of her. I'm being fucked in the ass and I'm sucking a hard cock at the same time!
For Ali it was completely and totally thrilling. The only thing she could think of that would even be better was to have another cock shoved into her cunt at the same time.
Ali opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of herself in the decorative mirrored panel across the room. A shockwave of pre-cum delight rippled through her as she saw herself down on all fours, her long black hair flying around her beautiful face, which was getting fucked by a long, hard cock.
Meanwhile, Eddy's prick was pistoning tirelessly in and out of her firm, round ass. The steady slap, slap, slap of his nuts beat a steady, sensual tattoo. The circle of men gathered around Ali, their cocks out, stiff as boards, sending even more thrills coursing through the hunching young woman's tingling body.
"Jesus, woman, take it easy!" the kneeling man in front of her pleaded as Ali's lips continued to slide along the length of his cock, trapping the head of it deeply in her throat. She swallowed, working the muscles there against the shaft.
"AAAHHH, SHITTTT!" the man screamed. His body quivered with the bliss of release as his cum gushed up from his nuts and into her throat.
Ali felt the hot cum splatter against the back of her throat. She worked her throat and swallowed. Her lips tried to suck more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat.
"Suck me, you hot little bitch!" the man babbled joyously. "Suck my fucking cock!"
Ali moved her mouth frantically up and down the spurting cock now, reveling at the fiery juice slipping and sliding onto her slick, licking tongue. She swallowed the salty cum eagerly, her ass churning in wide circles as she rammed it backwards to meet the hard thrusts of the big cock fucking in and out of her rump.
"Ohhh, fuck, honey. You're too fucking much!" the man behind her suddenly moaned, his cock jerking fiercely in the tight confines of her ass.
"Ummpht!" Ali replied, nearly choking on the next big jet of cum blasting across her tongue and down her throat.
The prick in her ass was now spurting its hot load of cum into her ass. The lava-hot spunk spraying up into her bowels made her own climax even more shattering. Ali gulped down the last of the man's cum and buried her face in the carpet as the man behind her reamed her ass in the carpet. He fired off his huge load of cum and sent her completely over the edge.
As the man behind her finally pulled his limp cock from Ali's tightly clamping ass, the young woman looked up, feeling sated, but still a bit horny. She knew the rest of the men planned on fucking her, or having her suck their cocks, and she was more than willing. But she wanted a chance to clean herself up somewhat first.
She staggered to her feet, her knees feeling like they would collapse under her weight. She smiled weakly at the men standing around.
"Gentlemen, if you'll give me a minute or two in the bathroom, I'll be right back to take care of the rest of you."
No one said a word as Ali made her way down the hall and into the bathroom. There she quickly cleaned herself up a little bit, knowing the hour was still early yet.
When she returned to the living room, the men were almost where she had left them. Ali looked at the kindly-looking older man who, earlier in the evening, had reminded her of her grandfather. He was standing holding his cock, his body trembling from excitement as he looked at her.
"Oh, Jesus, I ... I never saw anything like you before," he told her weakly, his hand gripping his cock tightly. "It's got me so excited that I'm just about ready to cum right now!"
Ali looked at the man and smiled, stepping closer to take his hard prick in her hand. She slid her fingers up and down the loose skin. "Want me to suck it for you?"
The old man merely gulped and nodded his head, unable to speak. Ali knelt down in front of him, carefully lifting his cock and licking his nuts, gently sucking first one, then the other into her mouth. She released them after a minute and began to lick her way along the shaft of his cock. She could hear his moans of delight as she did.
When she reached the tip of his prick, she used her tongue to completely coat it with her saliva. Then, locking her lips behind the flared head, slowly sucking it into her mouth, she didn't stop until she had taken his entire dick into her mouth and throat.
Ali began to move her head back and forth slowly s aware the older man was about to cum any second, but wanting to make it last for him as long as she could. When his knees began to tremble, and the head of his cock flared out, she drew her head back and locked her lips around his cockhead, sucking powerfully.
Gripping her head tightly with his hands, the older man groaned and unleashed his load of cum into her mouth.
Ali sucked as hard as she could to draw out his sperm, letting it collect in her mouth until she couldn't hold any more. Then she swallowed it, and repeated the entire sequence. Although the man's cock and nuts weren't all that big, Ali was surprised at the amount of cum he was unloading in her mouth. The old man was like a fire hose, spraying out of control. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, until he finally staggered backwards, his semierect cock bouncing in front of him.
Ali licked her lips, and smiling all the while, looked around at the array of hard cocks. She pointed to one man and motioned for him to lay down on his back. When he did she quickly straddled him and eased her cunt down onto his hard cock.
She then pointed to another man. "Get behind me and fuck my ass," she told him, bending forward a little as the man worked his cock into her ass, stuffing her full. But Ali wasn't done yet!
"You," she said to a third man, reaching for his hard cock and pulling it toward her. Getting the man to kneel down at her side, she bent her head and took his cock in her mouth. She licked it for a moment before letting it slide from her lips.
"All right, gentlemen," Ali said huskily. "Let's fuck!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ali stood next to her Uncle Alex, crying softly as Aunt Sara's coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. The sun was out and it was a beautiful day. But no day is good for a funeral.
Her Aunt Sara had suddenly keeled over dead, the victim of a sudden, massive heart attack. Which Ali thought was totally crazy! Sara had been only thirty-two years old!
People that age don't die of heart attacks, she had argued with herself, the doctors, and anyone else who would listen. But the doctors had told her Sara had been born with a slight defect in her heart, which made her susceptible to attacks. And it had finally happened.
Now, standing next to her uncle, taking his hand in her own, Ali felt him tremble slightly. She knew he was trying to be strong, for her sake, and she loved him for it.
As she looked around at those gathered for the funeral service, Ali saw the faces of all the men, and their wives, for whom she had babysat; as well as many of the men who were now her regular clients. They had all known Sara and Alex and had come to pay their respects.
But she caught more than a few of them looking in her direction with a faint glimmer of lust in their eyes, even with their wives standing right next to them. It made her mad they could be thinking about sex at a time like that.
That night of the wild poker party she had finally drained all of the men until they couldn't get it up anymore. Her jaw had been sore from sucking so many cocks for so long. And she had sperm sticking to her legs and the cheeks of her ass.
But Ali had been too tired, and too happy, at the time to really care. The two thousand dollars she had made that night more than took care of any aches and pains she had.
The next morning, after waking up stiff and sore all over, she had struggled down the hallway to the bathroom. Letting the steamy hot water of the shower wash away the stiffness, Ali had finally returned to her bedroom. She was sitting on her bed, placing the money she'd earned in tidy little piles when Sara had walked in.
She had tried to hide it, but wasn't quick enough. Her face blushed deeply as Sara sat down on the bed with her. A knowing smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
"Not bad for a few hours of work-or pleasure!" Sara said with a grin.
After that they had talked. Sara told her she had no objections to what Ali was doing. She knew all the men Ali was servicing, and she pointed out she really had the men over a barrel. Since none of them would want their wives to know what was going on, they would be sure to keep their lips sealed concerning their activities. Divorces could be expensive.
When Ali told her aunt she had felt guilty, at first, about taking the money, Sara had laughed and hugged her. She told her to take all she could get but not to get greedy.
Since that night Ali had graciously accepted the money from men. And they had paid it just as graciously, as a matter of course, getting the best fucks and blow-jobs of their lives in return.
Ali was building a nice little nest egg for herself. She was even taking on a few new clients-as she now considered them-but only through referrals of the men she currently serviced.
She had also started sharing her bed with Sara and Alex. Sometimes with the two of them at the same time; sometimes with just one of them when the other wasn't home.
She loved the way Sara could suck her pussy, which was better than any man. But she also loved the fantastic feel of her uncle's big cock as it filled her pussy, her ass, or even her mouth. She had learned from Sara a few tricks that Alex liked. She loved to delight her uncle with them, loving to return the pleasure he gave to her.
While Ali enjoyed the sex she had with her clients, there seemed to be something special with the love-making she shared with Alex. He was always concerned about her pleasure as much as his own; whereas her clients were only concerned with getting their nuts off.
She looked at Alex now, and he smiled strongly at her. He really was good-looking, Ali thought, realizing with something of a surprise that her uncle wasn't all that much older than she. At thirty-two, he was only ten years older than she. But he looked younger, especially when he smiled and the boyish features of his face came into play.
As the service ended Ali walked with her uncle to the car. Saying good-bye to all those who had come to pay their respects to her aunt, she thanked them for coming. In the car with Alex, she became acutely aware she was totally alone in the world, except for Alex. They didn't have anyone else but each other. Somehow, that was a pleasing thought to her.
Ali slid over next to him on the seat and let her left hand come to rest on his strong thigh as he drove silently. Although sex wasn't exactly on her mind at the present, she couldn't miss the strong, musky odor her uncle seemed to radiate all the time. Absently she felt a movement in his pants and realized his cock was coming to life.
Without thinking about what she was doing, she turned and unzipped his pants, holding up her hand for him to remain silent as she worked his big cock free of his pants, running her hands up and down the shaft, to get it completely hard, loving the feel of its texture on her fingers.
"Ali," her uncle croaked. "We shouldn't...."
"Shhhh, Alex," she whispered, stroking his cock gently. "Right now you need someone to care for you, to make you feel better. And besides, I think Sara would approve."
Before he could say anything more, Ali turned on the seat of the car. Lowering her head, she began licking up and down the length of his huge cock, coating it with her slick spit. When she had coated the entire shaft, she worked her way back to the flared head and opened her mouth wide, sucking in the soft, spongy cockhead, her lips locked firmly around the shaft.
Slowly, lovingly, Ali began to work her lips up and down the shaft, taking more and more of him each stroke, using her tongue to lick and tease his cock. She took her time, wanting it to last for him, knowing there was at least a good half-hour drive back to their home from there.
The thrill of sucking her uncle's big cock as they drove through the city and traffic caused Ali's cunt to begin flowing copiously with her juices. It didn't take long before her panties were soaked clear through. But right now her own personal needs were second when it came to what she wanted to do for Alex.
Slowly, lovingly, she sucked his cock as she had never sucked it before. Usually she tried to gobble it whole, wanting to suck the cum from him as fast as she could; then she'd have him fuck her until she turned into a mass of quivering, screaming, cumming flesh. But not this time. This time was for Alex.
She slowly worked her head down and around his cock until she had taken in all of it, and her lips were stretched tightly around its base. She knew he loved it when she took all of him in this manner. And she knew he loved to cum with her mouth impaled all the way on his cock. She swallowed a few times, feeling the muscles of her throat ripple along the shaft of his cock, hearing him groan in pleasure.
Ali began to work her head up and down at a slow but steady pace. Using her tongue she stimulated him even more. She reached between his legs and cupped his huge walnut-sized nuts, squeezing them gently in her hand as her mouth sucked his cock, her lips forming a tight seal around the shaft.
But her uncle could only take so much of this before she felt his balls starting to draw up. "Oh, yes, Ali!" he hissed. He removed his right hand from the steering wheel and gently forced her head all the way down on his cock.
She allowed him to do this, working the muscles of her throat as she took him in. She felt the head of his cock expanding deep in her throat, and was rewarded seconds later by the blasting jets of boiling cum which burst from End of his cock and shot down her throat, into her stomach.
Ali swallowed, working her throat around the head and shaft of his cock, breathing through her nose. Alex continued to unload stream after stream of salty cum into her.
At last she felt him relax and knew he had finally emptied his nuts. She began to raise her head, keeping her lips locked tightly around the shaft until she reached the crown. She sucked on it softly for a minute, using her tongue to lick it clean. Then she let it slide from her mouth. She licked her lips and sat up, surprised to see they were just turning onto the street where they lived.
Alex pulled the car into the garage and used the remote control to shut the door behind them. The two of them walked into the house slowly, silently. Ali went to her own room and changed from her funeral dress. Foregoing a bra in the process, she put on a pair of comfortable jeans, tennis shoes and a light cotton blouse, which showed off her tits splendidly.
She went back downstairs, only to find that Alex had not come down from his room yet. She sat on the couch and picked up a magazine. Leafing through it aimlessly, not really reading it, she just glanced at the pages and the pictures.
Ali stopped when she came to a travel ad for Hawaii. She sighed at the thought of being able to go there someday. She knew she would be able to afford it, especially if she kept up her current fucking and sucking for money. But she also thought it might be nice to get a job there in television broadcasting.
"Wouldn't that be great?" She asked herself softly. "To be able to live and work in Paradise. It would be even nicer if Alex was there to share it with me."
Ali realized with a surprise she was no longer thinking of him as "Uncle Alex," but just Alex. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had stopped considering him her uncle right after the very first time he had fucked her with his beautiful cock in the bathroom.
With a grin she also realized it had been a bit difficult to think of Sara as her aunt. Especially when the two of them were locked in a passionate sixty-nine, sucking one another's cunts for all they were worth!
"What'cha thinking about?" Alex asked as he sat down next to her on the sofa.
"Nothing, really," Ali replied. "I was just looking at this ad for Hawaii and thinking about what it might be like to live and work there. Maybe I can get a job there someday."
"You never know," he told her with a smile. "Speaking of jobs, don't you have an interview in the morning with one of the local T.V. stations?"
"Yes!" she replied eagerly. "Even though I haven't graduated yet, Professor Eaton recommended me to the station manager, who is a friend of his. I'm supposed to go in for an interview as the new weather girl.
"Can you picture me standing in front of one of those computer graphic weather maps? Imagine me telling everyone to take their umbrellas with them tomorrow because it's going to rain." Ali laughed softly at the image of herself in her own mind.
"Well, it would depend on what you were wearing," Alex replied. "I would imagine most of the men watching would have trouble concentrating on the weather, that's for sure."
"I could always tell them to make sure they take their rubbers with them if it rains," Ali said, giggling at her own joke.
"You do and you'll have every woman in this city calling the station asking that you be removed!"
"Oh, I don't know," Ali said, her voice more on the serious side. "From what I understand about it, there are going to be a dozen other women who also will be applying for the job. And I'm sure they are all just as good-looking as I am."
"Well, if that's the case, which I definitely doubt," Alex told her, "then you would just have to outshine them with your brilliance and charming personality."
"And maybe I can fuck the station manager's brains out while I'm at it?" she teased.
"Only if it will guarantee you the job. And then you'd better get it in writing first!"
"Hungry?" Ali asked.
"I don't know. Not really. What about you?"
"Well, we do need to eat something. Tell you what, you sit here and I'll go fix us something light to snack on."
Before he could answer she was headed for the kitchen. There she made sandwiches, opened a bag of chips and made a pitcher of iced tea. Placing it all on a tray she carried it back to the living room. She slid the tray on the coffee table and the two of them ate in silence.
When they were done she took the remains back to the kitchen. Quickly cleaning up what dishes they had used, Ali put them away before returning to the living room.
Alex hadn't moved from the sofa and she could see the slump to his shoulders. She felt a surge of love and tenderness toward him. He had loved Sara dearly. Now that she was gone, Ali knew he was wondering what would become of him.
She leaned against the door of the kitchen and studied him without his knowledge. He was an extremely handsome man, as well as intelligent, witty, with a great sense of humor, and he could be tender, gentle, very understanding. All in all, Ali mused, someone who would make a perfect husband.
And, she thought with a smile and a slight blush, he was one hell of a lover. He didn't fall back only on the size of his cock, which was slightly larger than normal. Alex took the time, and the effort, to make sure the woman was pleased just as much as he during sex.
Of all the men she had fucked and sucked over the past few months, her Alex was by far the best, most considerate lover of them all. With a start, Ali realized she was in love with him! It shocked her. But it also pleased her well.
She was also completely aware that he had just suffered the loss of his wife. He wouldn't be too inclined, at this point in time, to open up his heart and emotions to anyone else. And maybe not even to her.
Then again, she knew Alex was vulnerable and that she could take advantage of him. But she had no desire to do that. It would come back to haunt her at some point later on.
"I'll be patient," Ali whispered, before moving to join him on the couch.
"You look tired," Ali told him softly. "Why don't you go to bed and get some sleep."
"Yeah, you're right," Alex said with a sigh. "Maybe some sleep would be good for me. Are you going to be all right?"
Ali looked at him and felt a sudden rush of love for him. Here he was, suffering painfully, and he was asking if she was going to be all right. She leaned over and kissed his lips lightly. "I'll be fine," she told him softly. "You go on to bed."
"Okay."
As he got up she watched him walk slowly. She wanted to go with him, to get into bed with him and help him to forget his sorrows, or to just hold him, but Ali knew it just wouldn't be right. And she wanted it to be right for them the next time they made love.
But that didn't help her in another sense. She was still horny from the cock-sucking she had given him earlier, and from wanting to go to him now. But Ali knew she would have to go to her own bed and play with her pussy until she got off.
She got up and was turning off the lights, getting ready to go to her own room, when a noise from outside caught her attention. She peeked out the window of the front room, and saw Rick Woodson and his wife, Bonnie, arguing in their driveway.
As Ali watched, Bonnie put their children in the car, throwing in a couple of suitcases along with them. All the while she was yelling and screaming at Rick, who was yelling right back at her. As Ali watched, Bonnie got into the car and drove off with a squeal of the tires.
Rick continued to stand there for a moment, yelling obscenities at the vanishing car. Then, turning, he went back into his house, slamming the front door behind him.
Ali grinned and opened her own front door. Slipping out quietly, she quickly made her way across the yard to the Woodsons'. She knocked on the door, which was jerked open almost immediately by Rick.
"Back already...." he began, and then stopped when he saw who it was.
"Well, that's a nice greeting," Ali teased.
"Oh, sorry, Ali. It's just that ... well...."
"I know," she told him, stepping in and closing the door behind her. "I saw."
"What are you doing?"
"Well, with Bonnie gone, and from the looks of it, not coming back for a while, that gives up plenty of free time."
"Well, yeah, I guess it does," Rick replied with a slow grin. "Unfortunately, right now I'm a little low on cash."
"Not to worry," Ali said. "Now, while I don't believe in charity-fucks, as you should well know, tonight will be a freebie for you. I'm horny and I need to get fucked. And you're available."
"Fair enough!" he told Ali, reaching for her.
She allowed him to pull her close and kiss her passionately. Grinding her long lithe body against his hard, muscular frame, Rick's tongue probed the inside of her mouth. His hands dropped down to cup the full firm cheeks of her ass, and pulled her cunt up hard against his rapidly hardening cock.
Ali stepped back and took his hand, pulling him into the living room, where she began removing her clothing. Letting it drop to the floor at her feet, she stood before him completely nude in no time at all.
Rick quickly tore off his own clothes. His hard cock leaped up to attention. She sat down on the couch and motioned him forward. As he came closer Ali grabbed his cock at the base with both hands. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked over half of him into her mouth almost immediately.
She sucked on him as hard as she could, using her tongue to slather his cockhead, urging more and more of his hardness into her throat. As she sucked his cock, she could hear Rick moaning above her. Ali was pleased she could make a man feel so good, while giving herself so much pleasure as well from her actions.
As much as she would have loved to suck his cock until he flooded her mouth with his cum, she wanted to get fucked even more. Her cunt was swampy and her nipples were hard and stiff. She pulled her mouth from Rick's cock so suddenly he nearly staggered.
He stared down at Ali in stunned amazement. She turned around, got on her knees on the couch, and let her tits hang over the back of it, with her beautiful, heart-shaped ass pointed directly at him.
Rick stepped forward, starting to drop down to where he could suck on her cunt. "No" she told him quickly. "I want to get fucked! No fancy foreplay, just straight hard fucking. Ram your cock into me and fuck me!"
Rick stood up, grabbing her by her hips and guiding the large head of his cock to her burning, dripping cunt. He rubbed his dick along her slick slit for a moment, making her squirm, pushing her ass backwards in an attempt to trap his cock.
"Damn you! FUCK ME!" Ali yelled.
Rick shoved his hips forward powerfully, jerking her backwards at the same time. His cock slammed into Ali's cunt, spreading the hole wide.
"YES! OH, GOD, YES! FUCK ME!" Ali screamed as the head of Rick's cock seemed to punch its way up into her stomach. The width of his shaft felt as if it were spreading the walls of her cunt wider than ever.
Ali squirmed her ass backwards in tight circles, trying to match his rampaging thrusts, sensing her orgasm almost immediately. There was no finesse to this, no tenderness; just straight lust unleashed: the satisfying of cravings and desires.
"Damn you, Ali! Your cunt is always so fucking tight and hot!" Rick panted as he slammed his cock in and out of her from behind.
He leaned over and grabbed both her luscious tits, squeezing them and their nipples almost painfully. Little bolts of electricity surged through Ali's body.
Ali began to moan and whimper. She could feel herself building toward her climax. She bucked her ass and jerked around on the couch, and Rick's cock began to set off one climax after another in her.
As he plowed his cock in and out of her pussy from behind, she could hear his own panting. And, when he slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it to the hilt in her tight cunt, Ali could feel his cock-head expanding. Suddenly her pussy was flooded with hot jetting spurts of his cum.
As the first steamy blast hit her, she felt her cunt clamp down around his cock. She ground her ass backwards, trying to take all of him she could, yet knowing she already had the full length of his cock buried to the hilt in her.
Ali's body shook and trembled for a while. Then she began to come down from her orgasmic high. She allowed the muscles of her buttery pussy to relax and Rick pulled his cock from her. Falling back, he collapsed on a chair behind her.
Ali felt pleased, sated. She had wanted to get fucked. And she had just been fucked! One thing she admired about Rick Woodson was that his cock was always ready to fuck her whenever she wanted.
She turned around and sat down, knowing she would be leaving a wet spot on the sofa's cushion. But she didn't care, and wondered if Rick would notice.
She grinned to herself, wondering what would happen if Bonnie did come back, for some reason or another, and saw it.
"Boy, you were horny, weren't you?" Rick finally asked with a sheepish grin.
"I told you I was."
"Going to stick around for a rematch?"
Ali could see the desire and lust in his eyes. But for some reason, she no longer felt like being with him. Rick had served his purpose-satisfying her cravings and needs for the moment. And that was all she had wanted. Now she could go home to bed, and not have to worry about attacking her uncle.
"No, not tonight, Rick," she told him.
"Hell, Bonnie's gone. And probably won't be back if she holds true to her words."
"Why did she leave? If you don't mind my asking?"
"She said I was fucking around on her. She didn't want to take it anymore."
"Well," Ali said, with a short laugh, "you were, you know."
"Yeah, but now I wonder if it was all worth it," he replied somewhat sadly.
"What do you mean?"
He hesitated a moment before answering. "Bonnie is a good woman, a good wife and mother, and she stuck by me when things weren't so good for us. And I guess I sort of took advantage of that."
"Are you saying you want her to come back? That you still love her?"
Rick hesitated again, turning his head away from her before answering. "Yeah," he said, his voice low, "I guess I am. I mean, I do love her and I don't want to lose her. Not really."
Ali smiled as she pulled her clothes on. "Do you know where she went?"
"Sure, her mother's."
"Well, why don't you go take a shower and get the smell of our fucking off. Then put on some clean clothes and then go tell her how much you love her, how much she really means to you. When's the last time you did that?"
"It ... it's been a while," he admitted.
"Well, who knows? If you are sincere, maybe Bonnie'll believe you. The two of you can talk things out and eventually get back together."
"You think so?"
Ali walked over to Rick and kissed the side of his face. "If you're honest and sincere with her, yes, I think so."
"You know, Ali, you really are a good person."
"I know," she told him, heading for the door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ali was humming to herself in the kitchen as she fixed supper for Alex. It had now been a week since her interview, and even though she was still nervous, she felt a sense of confidence about her chances.
Mr. Fox, the station manager, had been friendly. While being very professional, he had seemed to be impressed with Ali. He had spent quite a bit of time with her, asking her all sorts of questions, then told her he would call her the following Monday to let her know if she got the job or not. She was waiting for his call.
During the past week Ali had worked out her schedule at college, changing some of her classes to make it easier for her to work full-time at the station. As she had expressed to Mr. Fox, she wanted to complete her final term and get her degree.
He had agreed with that sentiment completely. He told her that, if she did get the job, he would be willing to work with her to make sure. That seemingly innocent statement had told Ali he was actually considering her for the job, over the other applicants.
Ali heard the sound of a car in the drive; a few minutes later Alex came in the back door. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. Since the blow-job in the car the day of the funeral, they had carefully avoided any sexual contact with one another, although she was ready and available to him if he ever gave any sign he wanted her.
"Hi," Alex said. "Heard anything yet?"
"Nope."
"Well, don't worry. I know you'll get it."
"From your lips to God's ears!" she told him with a laugh.
Just then the telephone rang and she stared at him with round, surprised eyes. "Maybe you should answer that?" he said.
Ali walked slowly to the wall phone and lifted the receiver. Identifying herself, she tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"Ali, this is Mr. Fox. I was just calling to let you know that after some careful consideration, we feel you are the best person for the job. Congratulations."
"Oh, Mr. Fox, thank you!" Ali exclaimed. Then she tried to regain control of her emotions and sound more professional. "When would you like me to start?"
"Why don't you come in tomorrow around two, if you can make it then. We can sit down and discuss what it is you'll be doing."
"Yes, sir, I can make it then."
"Good. You'll have a week to get ready behind the scenes before actually going on as our new weather girl. How does that sound to you?"
"Fantastic! Oh, Mr. Fox, thank you so very much!"
"You're more than welcome, ALI. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
Ali hung up the phone and turned to find Alex standing right behind her. "I GOT IT!" she cried, leaping up and letting him catch her in his strong arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Oh, Alex, I got it! I'm going to be the new weather girl!"
Alex grinned and kissed her as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood up. "Well, I would say this calls for a celebration, wouldn't you?"
"What did you have in mind?" Ali asked coyly, leaning against his hard body. Taking in his masculine scent, she let him know anything he had in mind was perfectly all right with her.
"What about the two of us getting all dressed up and going out to dinner?"
"All right!"
"Good. I'll meet you in the living room in half an hour, if you can be ready by then."
"I'll be ready before you are!" she told him.
"We'll see."
"Hey, where are we going? I'll need to know what to wear."
"Arthur's," he told her, naming the most expensive restaurant in the city.
Ali turned and ran for the stairs, hurrying up to her room and closet. She picked out a black, sexy silk dress she had purchased the other day, but had never worn before, placing it on the bed. It was low-cut in front, split almost to her navel, which would show off her tits to perfection. There was no back to it right down to the crack of her firm ass. And it had a slit up the front side that exposed her legs to their best advantage.
Ali had taken a shower just before starting supper, so she wouldn't have to take another. Otherwise she would never make it in half an hour. She quickly stripped off her jeans and halter-top and went to her dresser and selected a pair of very brief bikini panties, a garterbelt and a new pair of hose.
As she put them on she felt deliciously sexy and slightly naughty. But she didn't care. It felt good! She couldn't wear a bra with the dress, but that was all right, because she didn't need one. Her full, round tit-mounds were perfectly formed and stood up on their own without support, seemingly in defiance of the laws of gravity.
Ali slipped the dress on and stood before her full-length mirror. She finished fixing her hair and touched up her makeup. On impulse she ran a white silk ribbon through her hair, working it into a braid with her long raven locks. She liked the way it set off her hair.
Once that was done she put on her jewelry, all of which had been purchased with the money she earned by fucking and sucking.
Ali finally finished and took a good look at herself, and liked what she saw staring back at her. She knew she looked like a very sophisticated woman on her way up in the world; which, she felt, was true. Soon her face would be on every television in the city as she announced the nightly weather forecasts. But in her mind, that was just the beginning.
She anticipated moving to the news desk, and if she was really good-and just a little bit lucky-she would get picked up by one of the major networks. That was her ultimate goal.
The thought sent a tingle of excitement down her spine. With a short laugh she pulled the black boa from the closet, which went with the dress, and hurried from her room and down the stairs.
"Beat you," Alex said with a grin as she reached the bottom of the steps.
When Ali turned to look at him, they both stopped to stare at one another. Other than at the funeral, this was the first time she had ever seen Alex dressed up. She was amazed at the transformation.
As a supervisor for a large construction firm, he liked to wear jeans, boots, work shirts and a hard hat. He was just "one of the guys," despite the fact that he was their boss. The men respected him for it.
Now, as she looked at him dressed in a white dinner jacket, black trousers, a pleated white shirt and black bow tie, Ali stopped and stared as if she were seeing Alex for the first time. Which, in a way, she was. And she definitely liked what she saw! He looked so handsome, so strong, and so damn sexy! Ali could tell from the look in his eyes that he was seeing her the same way.
"Maybe I should take a gun along," he teased.
"Why? To keep the women off you?"
"Nope. To keep the men off vow!"
Ali laughed and took his arm. They headed for the car. Just before getting in, she saw Bonnie and Rick, talking on their front porch, their heads close together. Ali had a feeling things were going to work out for them. Even though it meant she would be losing a customer, it didn't matter to her.
For the next three hours she and Alex enjoyed themselves in a way that hadn't happened since before the death of Sara. They laughed and joked with one another all during dinner. Afterward, as he held her close while they danced, she could feel her body responding to him. And Alex's to her. She would subtly rub her pussy against his hard cock, and nuzzle his neck as they danced. She was letting him know she was his for the taking.
When they returned to the table, he reached inside his coat and withdrew an envelope, handing it to Ali.
"What's this?"
"It's a letter from Sara. She wrote it about two weeks before she died, almost as if she knew what was coming. She wrote one to me and one to you. But she asked me not to give you yours until the right moment. I think this is the right moment. Go on, read it."
Ali opened the envelope nervously and began reading. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she continued. In the letter, Sara told her that she should stay with Alex because Alex loved her. She said that she, Sara, knew this and didn't mind. She knew Alex was going to have to love someone after she was gone; she was only glad it was someone of whom she approved.
Sara went on to say she-knew Ali was in love with Alex, and that Ali should have come to realize that by now. Which, again, Sara also thought was great.
She told Ali she had transferred all the stocks and bonds she had purchased over the years, through careful study of the market, into both Ali's and Alex's names. And, even without them, Alex made more than enough to support the two of them.
Sara's only request was that, if Ali did marry Alex, she give up fucking other men for money. Sara's letter went on to tell her that, with Alex in her bed, she wouldn't need any other man, since Alex could satisfy any desire she could ever have.
