Gary Woods - Hot loving babysitter

No longer able to restrain herself, she got up and stood behind her husband, then dropped her head to his pumping ass. She reached between his legs and fondled his heavy ball-sack, gently rolling the big, egg-like balls between her fingers. As he picked up speed and depth in his strokes, Tracy figured he was getting close.

She reached farther between his humping legs until her questing hand found his cream-slicked cock. She greased her fingers with Ali's oozing cunt juices, then reached between the two fucking figures until her finger located the young girl's stiff little marble of a cunt. Tracy was startled to find her clit so large. No sooner had she touched it, however, than she felt the girl begin to come. Not wishing to interfere with her husband's fuck program, Tracy quickly withdrew her hand and slid her cream-soaked finger up and down his ass crack that forced him to redouble his fucking efforts, pistoning his cock ever faster and deeper into the straining, demanding cunt of the beautiful young girl.

Ross, when he felt his wife's finger exploring his ass, knew what was coming. That's when he warned Ali that he was about to erupt. As soon as the warning was out of his mouth, Tracy circled his whole with her slippery finger, then abruptly plunged it through the tight sphincter muscle. That had the same effect as puffing a plug, releasing the damned-up tide of cum from Ross' bursting balls, sending it in surging bolts the length of his cock, pumping the jizz into the girl's sucking cunt.

"I've never felt anything so good!" Ali moaned.

"That, my dear Alberta, is the whole idea. That's what the shouting is all about. That's why fucking is such fun. And there are a lot of other things, different things we can do to get off, all of them fun. You've just started, you have a lot to look forward to."

"I don't know, Mrs. Jordan," Ali sighed, "I don't even have a boyfriend. Up at camp this summer I had a sort of boyfriend. Actually, he was another girl's boyfriend, but whenever she was away from camp, which was every once in a while 'cause she had to do stuff for the owner in town, this boy, Ray was his name, and I'd usually get together. But he wouldn't fuck me 'cause I wasn't on the Pill then. So all we did is, I'd suck his cock. That was okay, I really liked to suck his cock, I really dig cock sucking, but it still left me kind of, you know, unsatisfied."

"Why that lousy bastard!" Mrs. Jordan exclaimed, disgusted. "He ought to be castrated leaving you all hung up and horny like that! That's pretty shitty, you getting him off and then he doesn't do a damned thing for you. Even if you weren't on the Pill, he could at least get you off by eating you."

"Oh, that wasn't so bad. I got off pretty good just from sucking his cock."

Tracy Jordan glanced at the girl in pleased surprise. "You mean you got off too, just from sucking his prick? I mean, without doing anything to yourself?"

"Sure. I thought all girls did. I can get off sometimes by playing with my tits, too. Or even, once in a while, just by thinking about sex and boys and cocks and things like that."

Tracy whistled. "Ross, dear, I think we have ourselves a real find, here!"

"Tracy, I do believe you're right," Ross agreed.

"Say, what are you people talking about?" Ali asked.

"We're talking about you, Ali, and how lovely you've become, and about what an exceptionally sexy young lady you are. Any boy that gets you is going to be extremely lucky, dear."

Ali blushed and smiled.

"I think, Ali, it would be a good idea if you took a quick shower now. It is pretty late. As soon as we're done, I'll drive you home."

Tracy led the girl to the bathroom in the master bedroom and proceeded to instruct Ali on the use of a douche. When that little task was completed, the two women went into the shower together. Although they helped each other to wash thoroughly but quickly, Tracy was thrilled and her lust rekindled by handling the sleek and sexy body of the younger girl. She found it difficult to keep her hands off Ali after the washing and drying were done.

Ali dressed herself while Mrs. Jordan slipped into a light sweater and a pair of shorts, then they went out to the car. On the way by in the hall, Tracy gave her husband a peck on the cheek and told him not to go to sleep before she got back, she still had need of his services.

In the car, just before letting Ali out, Tracy Jordan said: "Alberta, dear, I really enjoyed tonight. Did you have a good time?"

"Oh wow, did I ever! I can't remember when I've felt so fantastic! I mean, everything happened so fast, but it really was good." She paused, and her face fell. "I guess maybe what's bothering me is, I mean, Mr. Jordan is a married man. Not only that, he's your husband, and you were right there when it all happened. Doesn't it bother you? Aren't you mad at me?"

Tracy laughed gently and reassured the girl. "Of course I'm not mad at you, dear. It did bother me, but not the way you mean. It made me feel very, very sexy and turned on. I am pleased that it made you feel so good. You have the makings of a fantastically sexy young woman, Ali, and if you'll let me, I'll consider it an honor to help you to learn how to become one. Tell you what, if you haven't anything planned for tomorrow afternoon, why don't you drop aver, say around one-thirty?"

"Why sure, Mrs. Jordan. I'd like that."

They had pulled up in front of the Zimmerman house. Ali thanked Mrs. Jordan again, got out of the car, and ran up the front walk feeling like a new woman. Which, of course, she was.

Brilliant sunshine poured through the east window of Alberta Zimmerman's bedroom and fell across her sleeping face, waking her as effectively as a splash of cold water. She abruptly sat up in bed, glanced at the clock, and discovered with a shock that it was almost ten thirty in the morning. She'd slept for nearly ten hours without waking!

Ali stretched, then groaned softly. She was 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: sucking little Kent's huge cock, finally losing her virginity to Mr. Jordan, and Mrs. Jordan's invitation for this afternoon. No wonder she felt a little stiff and sore here and there!

Ali bounced out of bed, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then, drawn by curiosity, she went into the room she still thought of as her parents' bedroom, although it was just her father's now.

The big house was kind of empty with just Ali and her father living there. She had had an older brother, several years older, who had been killed five years before in a freak accident. Both her parents were badly broken up when that happened, and her mother, determined to have a son to replace the one who had died, got pregnant. She had been warned about having any more children after Ali's birth, but she ignored the warning and died in childbirth, the baby dying with her.

Mr. Zimmerman, although he loved his daughter dearly, had become withdrawn and distant. Not that he was mean to his little girl, he just kept all his emotions buried, afraid to show them even to his own daughter. Ali knew he cried a lot. She'd heard him late at night, and she had long wished there was something she could do to help her father, whom she dearly loved, in these times of his troubles.

The reason Ali went into her father's room was that the only full length mirror in the house was in there. Ali knew she'd been a homely girl until earlier that summer. She knew it even though her father always told her she was pretty. But now other people were telling her not only that she was pretty, but that she had become a real beauty. Ali had wished she was not so tall and that she had tits like most of the other girls and that she was better looking, but she'd never spent a lot of time feeling sorry for the way she looked. After last night though, her curiosity got the better of her.