Gary Woods - Hot loving babysitter

All these things floated through Ali's mind as she went up the stairs of the Jordan house. She'd been on the Pill ever since, for the past several weeks, but she was still a virgin.

When she got to the top of the stairs, she called out to Kent: "I'm here, Kent. I'll be with you in a little while, but I have to take a shower first, I'm all hot and sweaty from track."

The boy grunted something from his bedroom. Ali went into the big bathroom, stripping and got a towel out of the cupboard, and adjusted the shower. She hung the towel on the hook by the shower door, then climbed under the sharp spray. Thoughts of the summer at camp were still on her mind as she stood under the water, the gentle sting of the spray playing on her sensitive tits, bringing her tender nipples from the flat little buttons they'd been when she got into the shower up to straining, stretching erections that projected over an inch from the ends of her tits.

After being flat-chested and boyish-looking when all of her girlfriends were maturing, Ali was happy and very pleased by the degree of her development. She liked her tits, and especially her nipples. She liked the way she could, take a tit, lift it up, and bend her head down so she could suck on her own nipple. And she liked the way her nipples seemed to pop out and grow and grow when she got excited. She also liked the way boys stared at them, even though it hadn't led to anything better at least, not yet.

Ali hadn't bothered to close or lock the bathroom door. In the first place, she didn't think Kent would come in while she was there, he'd be too shy. In the second place, what difference did it make? After all, Kent was only a child. Now, with the spray exciting her nipples, Ali began to play with herself, soaping her tits, playing with the nipples. Lost in her own little world of desire, she failed to hear Kent come into the bathroom.

"I gotta go to the can," he mumbled.

Kent stood at the toilet, looking straight ahead. It took him a moment to realize that he could see Ali, naked in the shower, quite clearly in the mirror over the toilet. As soon as he finished pissing, he turned around to get a closer look, his cock still in his hand. The door to the shower stall was almost transparent so he could see just about everything sine was to see. Without knowing quite why, he could feel the prick in his hand start to swell and grow and foci good. Something about watching Ali and what she was doing made him want to massage his cock to make it feel even better.

As he watched, he remembered his mother telling him to be sure and take a shower before he went to bed. On impulse, he took his clothes off and banged on the shower door.

"Ali? Mom told me to shower before I went to bed, and if it's okay with you, I can come in and you can help me. You know, scrub my back, and I'll wash yours, okay?"

The banging and the boy's voice roused Ali from her sexual reverie. She blushed a brilliant red, but Kent didn't notice. What he did notice was that his prick seemed to be getting bigger and harder and stand up stronger than it ever had before.

Ali was going to yell at the boy and tell him to get out, but she shrugged and decided he'd already seen her so she might just as well let him shower with her.

"Okay, Kent, just let me turn the spray so it doesn't go all over the room when you open the door."

The boy waited, then pulled the door open and stepped in beside Ali, still holding his cock and curious. "Ali, do you know anything about [missing text]."

She stood up abruptly but continued to state down at the youngster's cock in astonishment.

"My God, Kent, your thing is as big as a grown man's! I didn't know boys got that big until they were at least as old as me!"

Kent glanced down at his enormous hard-on half-embarrassed, half-pleased. "Yeah, it's really grown a lot lately." He held it up flat against his belly and reached down with his other hand to exhibit an exceptionally large and heavy ball-sac. "These too. They're full of some kind of sticky stuff. Every once in a while I wake up in the morning after having a funny kind of dream, and the stuff is all over my bed. I asked Mom about it, but she just says not to worry, she or Dad'll tell me all about it in a few years when I get older."

Ali kept staring at the boy's big prick. It was even bigger than the one Ray had, and she thought that was as big as they ever got. The more she stared, though, the more excited she got. She could feel the cream starting to ooze out of her cunt. She wanted Kent to suck on her tits. She also wanted to suck on his man sized cock even more. An idea came to her.

"Tell you what, Kent. Let's finish our shower, then go to your room. I have an idea how we can both have some fun, that is, if you promise not to tell your folks about it. I know you'll really like it."

"You know that funny feeling you get in your dream when the stuff comes out of your thing? Well I know a way to make it do that that'll feel even better, I bet. I'll suck on it until it comes out, and you can play with my breasts and suck on my nipples at the same time. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

The young boy thought about it for a minute, picturing what Ali had just told him in his mind's eye. "Yeah, it sounds neat. Let's hurry up and go do it!"

They quickly soaped and lathered each other up, then rinsed off, got out, dried, and trotted off to Kent's bedroom. The boy had a full-sized bed. Ali stripped the covers back, then sprawled out on it on her back. She grabbed Kent's hand and pulled the boy in on top of her.

"Hey, what're you doin'?" Kent demanded as she hugged him to her, crushing her tits flat against his chest.

"Just giving you a big hug because I like you aud because I feel so good," she replied.

Kent muttered something. Ali rolled him off her, then turned on her side to consider the mechanics of the situation. If Kent stood up, she'd have to sit down and lean down to suck his cock, then he couldn't reach her tits. Then she had an idea. What if she lay on her back on the bed, with her head over the side? Then, if Kent stood beside the bed and maybe she put a pillow or two under her head, her mouth would be about on the same level as his cock, and he could just lean forward over her and suck her tits. Just the thought of it was making her more excited than ever!

She had Kent stand beside the bed, then she adjusted her head height with pillows, explaining to him what she was doing and why. Satisfied that things were just about right, Ali took a firm grip on the young boy's oversized prick and gently tugged it to her lips. As her tongue flicked out to swirl around the huge, fat, purple cockhead, Kent's hips involuntarily bucked forward and he sprayed his hot, thick cum all over her face.

"Hey, Ali, I'm really sorry," he groaned. "I didn't mean to do that, it just happened and I couldn't help it. Let go and I'll go get a washrag and wipe it off of you."

At first frustrated and angry, Ali didn't let go of his cock. But she was pleasantly surprised to notice that Kent's hard-on didn't down down, that although it softened a little bit as her hand grasped and lightly pumped on the long, thick cock shaft, it had started to harden again.

Grinning, Ali replied: "Don't worry about it, Kent. Just hand me a couple of those tissues from the bedside table."

After she mopped her face, she once more licked at the now fully-erect cock. The young boy squealed softly with pleasure as her tongue swirled around his straining prickhead. Before she sucked the heavy cock-knob into her mouth, she muttered: "My titties, Kent, suck my titties!"

The boy dutifully bent forward and toyed with each tit in turn, petting it with his hand like he would a kitten, then curiously running his fingers back and forth across the long, stiffly erect nipples, bending them over, and watching them pop back up like little springs. Once again, in spite of his fear about being thought a baby, his desire to suck on the stiff, springy little nipples got the better of him. He bent forward and licked around the puffy aureole of first one tit, then the other. Then he took the rigid nipple in his mouth, rolled it between his lips, and sucked on it like he would suck on a drinking straw. Then, while still sucking, he ran his tongue across the flat, pebbly end of the nipple.