Chapter 3
In the weeks that followed, Alice looked forward to baby-sitting with Troy more than anything else.
She found her sex impulses being satisfied through brisk activity with Troy, and every time they did it together she felt that much more satisfied.
One evening Mr. and Mrs. Gilmore were attending an open house at Troy's high school. Alice got a call late that afternoon from Mrs. Gilmore.
"Would you be available for baby-sitting tonight, dear?" she asked.
"Of course. What time would you like me to come over?"
"Half past seven. Is that all right for you?"
"That'll be just fine."
"We shouldn't be gone any more than about an hour and a half, or two hours at the most."
"Certainly, Mrs. Gilmore. I'll see you then."
"Very good. Good-bye, my dear."
Alice was finding that the more frequently she got calls from Mrs. Gilmore, the harder it was for her to stave off her pure, unadulterated enthusiasm. She had been getting horny sitting around and studying through most of the afternoon, and she had wanted some release. Now the opportunity would furnish itself. But she had to play it cool. She had to let Mrs. Gilmore know every time that she talked to her that she was performing a job and nothing more. Or at least that was what Mrs. Gilmore was supposed to think.
That evening she found Troy in an exceptionally horny mood as well. They put their fingers to work, rapidly undressing each other.
"I can hardly wait for us to fuck," he said. "I could hardly wait for the folks to leave," he gasped. "My mother sure did have a talking jag. She must have talked to you fifteen minutes."
"Fifteen minutes isn't usually that long," Alice laughed. "It just is when you're that horny."
"Like I definitely was."
"Me, too, baby. Oh, yeah, I want you so bad."
Troy reached out and unzipped Alice's dress. He pulled it rapidly with one swift tug over her head. She began to gasp as he removed it, lying there in her panties and bra.
Alice quickly retaliated, however, reaching out and undoing her lover's belt, then unzipping his trousers. Very soon she succeeded in removing his pants, and as she observed the huge bulge at his crotch, she knew she had to get his shorts off as soon as possible.
"Here we go, sweetheart, you're gonna be nude just the way I want you," she told him.
With great desire, Alice reached out and tugged at Troy's shorts, pulling them off of him. When she got her first good look of the evening at his huge naked stem, she had to reach out and fondle it.
With both hands, Alice proceeded forward. She reached out and clutched the tip of his huge rod, running her fingers up and down it.
"Oh, honey, I love touching your prick," she said. "Does this ever feel good, sweetheart. Oh, darling, this is great. I love touching this rod."
"Just don't work me up too much," Troy sighed, laughing nervously. "You know what'll happen if you do."
"I've got a pretty good idea. I'll have you get so hot and horny that you'll have to juice right now."
"And I don't want that. I want a chance to make love to you, honey. I want to really stretch things out."
"As long as they don't go any more than an hour," she said. "Remember, Troy. Your mother said that they would be gone probably an hour and a half, at best two hours. That means we cut it short to one hour. If she says an hour and a half, it just might be possible that they'd be back in an hour. We've got to face that possibility."
"You're right, honey. Oh, yeah, we can't stretch things out too far. We've got to keep this relationship going. That means we can't get caught."
"You're so right," she grinned, pumping up and down on his hard rod a few more times.
After she was convinced that Troy was sufficiently hard and ready for immediate activity, Alice removed her fingers from his cock.
At that point Troy was prepared to finish the act of undressing Alice. He reached out with both hands and clutched diligently at her panties, pulling them sharply down her legs.
"Oh, what nice thighs you have," he exclaimed. "I love scraping the panties against them. Oh, what beautiful legs."
He quickly pulled off her panties, and reached up and, almost as an afterthought, grabbed hold of her bra. He clutched at the straps, then quickly removed the bra.
"Oh, darling, I want you," she sighed.
With that announcement, Troy brought his tongue to bear. He slipped it eagerly against his lover's left breast. Up and down he moved his tongue, then began to slip it from side to side. After he had finished up on her left breast, he worked his tongue over to her right, repeating the same kind of wildly enthusiastic movements.
"Oh, that's nice sucking," she exclaimed. "You're beautiful, honey. But I want you to kiss me. I want you to slip your tongue inside my mouth. I want to French with you, darling."
Alice soon got her wish. Her enthusiastic lover removed his tongue from her breasts, then put his tongue to work inside her mouth.
At a rapid clip he moved his tongue with increasing speed, driving it with steady determination inside her mouth.
As they were losing themselves in their own passionate bliss, completely unknown to them, Mr. Gilmore had crept into the room. He stood in the doorway after slowly opening the door, doing it in such a way as to not arouse even the faintest suspicion.
While he stood tensely watching the two lovers, their bodies thrashing back and forth on the bed as they continued the wild French kiss, he could see his cock swelling. It was expanding itself to full length, and all the while he was looking at the French kissing.
After watching for a few minutes, Mr. Gilmore decided that it was time to make his presence felt. He walked over slowly toward the bed, then exclaimed in a loud, booming voice:
"You two sure are horny."
At that juncture young Troy immediately turned his tongue loose from his lover's mouth. His heart beat rapidly and fearfully. He could envision a beating coming from his father.
"You sure know how to pick them, son," Mr. Gilmore said, never cracking a smile. "She is beautiful. I must say one thing for you, young lady. You're not really what I'd call a baby sitter. You're serving another purpose."
"I'm sorry, sir," her head dropped.
Immediately Alice began to suspect the worst. Soon, she speculated, her activities would be known throughout the whole town. Word would spread like wildfire. Once that Mrs. Gilmore, who was very active in club affairs, heard about it, the word would be spread to such an extent that her name would be mud. Alice wanted to crawl in a hole and bury herself in it.
"You don't have to be so shook up, honey," Mr. Gilmore began to grin. "Remember, if you were talking to Mrs. Gilmore, if she had found you, that would be something else. But she's not here. I am. As a matter of fact, that's why I came back. I told the old lady that I had something to do back at home. I said I'd forgotten my cigarettes. That was really a lot of crap. I just wanted to come back because I figured you two were up to something."
"How did you know, Mr. Gilmore?" Alice asked.
The first thing I want you to do is to knock off that Mr. Gilmore stuff," he grinned even more broadly than before. "My name is Ray. Can you remember that?"
"Sure I can."
"Fine. If my son can be on intimate terms with you, I don't see why I can't be. I'll tell you, Troy. I had a feeling you were banging this chick. I could just see it in the way you'd look at her sometimes. If I hadn't found you two doing anything, I was going to call Troy aside and tell him he was a fool."
"I never knew you had an attitude like that, Mr. Gilmore. Excuse me, Ray," Alice said.
"Remember, I have to go along with a lot of this crap that the wife suggests," he shook his head disgustedly. "She was the one who was convinced that Troy needed a baby sitter. Hell, I would just have talked to him and told him that he had to quiet down a little more at those parties. I wouldn't have gone this route. But seeing as how my wife picked out such a gorgeous baby sitter, I don't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, I was wild about the idea the first time I saw you. I had something like this in mind."
"Something like what?" she asked curiously.
"An opportunity to have myself some fun," he chuckled. "I'm not gonna make any bones about it, honey. I want you, I really do. I'd like to show my son how the old man can fare in bed. I haven't had access to a cute little twat like yours in a long time. Just give me a chance to undress. I think you'll find that there's plenty of horse power in old Ray Gilmore."
Alice took a good look at Ray. The longer her eyes focused on him, the more impressed she became. He was a ruggedly handsome man in his late thirties or early forties, with just a touch of gray at both temples. She hadn't noticed it all that much before, but now she was taking him in enthusiastically.
Alice began getting edgy as Ray slipped off his shirt, then his trousers. She could feel her pussy igniting. After all, Troy had done a convincing job of getting her ready. He had smoothly fingered her breasts, then Frenched her.
When Ray slipped off his shorts and let his huge bulging dick pop forward, Alice's body began to twist nervously. As it did so, she looked at Ray and exclaimed:
"I'm ready any time you are."
"That's good, honey. This prick's gonna get plenty of exercise," he laughed.
To illustrate his point amply, Ray reached out with his left hand and first began to toy at his balls. He fingered them for a few moments, then began to run his fingers up and down the full length of his pecker.
Troy decided that it was time to vacate his position in the bed, so he did just that, climbing off of the bed and taking a seat in a chair in the corner of the room. He was anxiously watching his father, wondering what he was going to do.
Ray didn't waste any time. He slipped his body inside the bed, then clutched at his lover's ass cheeks.
"I want to French with you, just like Troy did," Ray said impatiently.
"Go ahead, honey. I'll open my mouth real wide for you."
"Ah, sweetheart. We speak the same language. I just knew we did when I first laid eyes on you. I could see that you were a cute little chick who just needed a little guiding. I knew you wanted to cut loose and have plenty of hot sex. Well, here we go, honey."
Ray worked his tongue systematically inside his lover's mouth. Back and forth the tongue worked, and as it did so, he could feel the waves of excitement throughout his whole body. His cock hardened even more. Ray had thought that it had been as hard previously as it was possible to get. But he found out otherwise. The longer that his tongue kept on darting and splashing eagerly against hers, the more excited he became in every respect.
Ray finally removed his tongue from Alice's. He felt an overpowering desire to give her some brisk tongue action.
"How would you like me to suck out your ass-hole?" Ray asked grinningly.
"Baby, I love that kind of action," she sighed. "Put your tongue to work in my anus. Oh, it'll be great when you wield it. Go ahead, darling."
"I figured you'd like something like that," he chuckled. "Okay, honey. I'm more than up to the task. As a matter of fact, it isn't going to be a task. It's gonna be a pure, unadulterated joy."
But before he began to slip his tongue inside Alice's inviting ass-hole, he amused himself and worked himself into a greater frenzy by fingering her ass cheeks. He clutched at her buttocks sharply, heaving a sigh of determination.
"Baby, oh, I love touching your ass cheeks," he said. "Oh, how do you like it when I grip your butt?"
"I dig it. It makes me get more excited for an ass suck."
"I'll give you one, baby. Oh, yeah, I'll give one to you that'll really excite you."
"Suck my ass-hole," she begged. "Now you've really got me worked up, honey. I'm expecting it. I'm expecting a good one."
"There's no reason why you shouldn't get it," she laughed.
The longer that Ray focused his eyes on Alice's cute, well-proportioned, firm ass, the more excitedly aroused he became. He recognized how fortunate he would be to slip his tongue inside her ass-hole.
"I'll rim you like you've never been rimmed," he promised. "And you watch over there, Troy old boy. You're gonna really enjoy this."
As he readied himself for the sensations ahead, Ray nervously licked his lips. He dropped his head downward.