Chapter 13
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.