Gary Woods: Hot loving babysitter

Hours later, a little after midnight, Ross and Tracy Jordan came home to a stuffy, strange smelling house.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell's been going on here? This place smells like some kind of cheap whorehouse!" Ross muttered when he walked in.

"It sure does," his wife agreed with a laugh, "or should I say, the way I'd imagine a cheap whorehouse would smell. It's odd, you know? It isn't like Ali to open the house up and air it out once it cooled down outside." She looked around the living room, then checked the kitchen. "She doesn't seem to be around here, Ross dear. Do you think something's wrong?"

"God, I hope not! Besides, what could be wrong? Ali would notify us if anything was wrong. She knows the number to reach us is always posted beside the kitchen telephone."

"Unless," Tracy Jordan replied nervously, "it was wrong with her, too."

They trooped upstairs, noting that the odd smell was stronger there. Kent's bedroom door was wide open, the bedside lamp shedding a stream of light out into the hallway. Together they cautiously approached the doorway to their son's room and looked in. There on the bed, uncovered and naked, was their young son and his baby sitter. Both appeared to be sound asleep, but the girl had a hold of Kent's cock which was in a towering erection, and the boy had his face buried in Ali's luscious tits, softly sucking on one of her startlingly distended nipples.

"Holy shit! Would you get a load of that!" Ross exclaimed, but softly, not certain whether he should wake the youngsters and bawl the hell out of them, or let them sleep.

Tracy had a completely different reaction.

"I'll say. Aren't they something? My God, Ross, look at the size of your son's cock! You know, I don't think I've seen a prick that big since once when I accidentally walked into the bathroom and surprised my brother Hugo jacking off. He was only a couple of years older then than Kent is now. Christ I'd like to get a cock that size into my cunt!"

Ross, at first shocked by his wife's words, realized that there was a powerful stirring in his own loins. The sight of Ali's fantastically lovely body and his son sucking away on one of her glorious tits was giving Ross an almost painfully strong erection.

"Yeah. And isn't that about the sweetest little pussy you've ever seen, Tracy? God I'd like to sink my cock into it. And suck those lovely tits the way Kent is doing."

He stared at the huge club of fuck-meat in Ali's hand. "Holy fuckin' shit! I didn't start to get a real cock and balls until I was damned near full-grown. Look at that Goddamned kid! He's only a child and that has to be the biggest fuckin' cock I've ever seen! Christ, what's it going to be like when he grows up?"

Tracy giggled. "I don't know about him, but I think 'it' has already grown up."

The two adults looked at each other, questioningly at first, then they both grinned.

"This is just too Goddamned good to waste."

"That's for sure!"

They tiptoed out of the room, went down the hall, undressed in their own room, then crept softly back to Kent's.

"At least we know why the place smells like a whorehouse," Ross whispered as he raised a window in Kent's room. "It kind of looks like that's about what our son and his sitter have been using it for."

The two kids were still sound asleep, still in the same positions. Ali was snoring softly, but her hand was still rhythmically squeezing Kent's enormous erection. Kent still had his head cushioned on one of her lovely tits while he continued to softly nibble on the long, hard nipple of her other.

Ross was uncertain just how to proceed. His wife took the initiative, dropping to her knees between Ali's outstretched, widespread legs.

"You really are right, Ross," Tracy said, hunching down to bury her face in Ali's still dripping cunt. "The girl does have one of the prettiest little pussies I've ever seen. Look at it, just like an opening rosebud."

Before Ross could inspect Ali's cunt more closely, his wife blocked his view and started to lick up the cream oozing from the girl's fuck tunnel. As Tracy lapped, more cream came out. The woman plunged her long, slender, hard tongue between the girl's now swelling pussy lips, then worked it in as deep as it would reach, while at the same time mizzling Ali's stiffening little clit with her nose.

The girl didn't wake up, but there were signs that she knew, at least subconsciously, that something was happening to her. Her hand tightened its grip on Kent's cock and began to move up and down faster. She started to squirm a little bit and a thin sheen of sweat broke out on her skin.

Mrs. Jordan resisted tonguing Ali to climax. Her intention was to get the girl ready and eager for her husband to fuck.

"Okay, Ross, she's creaming to beat hell, she's more than ready."

Ross looked doubtfully at his wife. "I don't know, Tracy. Doing this without her permission could get us into some pretty deep shit. What if she waked up and starts hollering or something?"

Tracy Jordan grinned at her husband. "I wouldn't worry, Ross dear. After all, the situation we caught her in, with our young son, doesn't leave her in much of a position to object if you do the same thing to her. Besides, that kid is riper than hell for a good fuck. Believe me!"

"And what will you be doing while I fuck Ali."

Tracy stared at her son's gigantic erection.

"What do you think? You don't want Ali to go to waste, and I sure don't plan to let Kent's major hard-on go unsatisfied!"

Just at that moment, Ali's hand succeeded in doing its job. A series of jets of cum spurted out of the tip of Kent's gigantic boner and spread all over Ali's hand, his own belly, and the bed.

"Shit! Goddamn it all to hell!" Tracy Jordan groaned. "Here I am all ready, and the fucking girl jacked him off to orgasm. What the hell am I going to do now? You wouldn't reconsider and fuck me instead, Ross?"

"I guess so," he reluctantly agreed. "I did kind of have my heart set on fucking Ali, but we can't have you left all frustrated and horny."

They fell momentarily silent. Tracy continued to stare at Ali's hand which was still massaging her son's great prick.

"Christ Almighty, Ross, maybe you won't have to. Look at that! The little fucker is still hard!"

She moved away from between Ali's legs, and took the girl's hand away from Kent's cock, placing it on her husband's rigid prick instead. The girl, still apparently asleep, didn't miss a beat and kept right on stroking the other cock. Her young son's cock remained completely rigid, projecting straight up in the air from his crotch like a thick ten-inch salami.

Ross Jordan was doubly excited. The sight of his gorgeous wife about to impale herself on the colossal cock of their son, turned him on more than he had been turned on in a long time. His cock was now almost painfully hard and he as sure it was at least an inch longer and bigger around than it had ever been. At least that's how it felt. And his balls were loaded to the bursting point. One thing Ross had long been noted for, one of the things that decided Tracy to marry him in the first place, was his endurance. He had been known to fuck for more than an hour without shooting. He had tremendous control.

As excited as Ross was, he made his move slowly, deliberately, prolonging the pleasure of anticipation for himself, and hopefully for Ali as well. He did not want to either frighten or startle her. He was as interested in a good fuck for her as he was for himself.

Ross gently fingered the sleeping girl's pretty little pink pussy. It was soaking with her cream. He smiled to himself and got down on his hands and knees over Ali's beautiful body. Still denying himself the ultimate pleasure of sinking his throbbing cock into her tight young cunt, he bent his head down to lick her long-stretched, steely-hard nipples.