Chapter 1
Ali Kellog stood in front of the dresser mirror in her upstairs bedroom, examining herself critically. She smiled softly as she hefted one of her large, firm tits and gently thumbed the nipple until it stood out from its pink center like a petite, coral-hued eraser.
"Um, that feels so good!" the young woman said to herself with a soft sigh.
Ali had discovered this game with her body a few years ago despite-or perhaps because of-the strict religious upbringing that had been imposed on her all her life by her parents. Since their deaths six months ago in a car accident, and the subsequent move to live with her aunt and uncle, who were much more relaxed than her parents had ever been, she was more at ease and open about herself and her body.
She let the towel she wore around her trim waist drop to the carpet at her feet. Her long, shapely legs were still wet, as was the dewy thatch of her dark black curly cunt hair.
Tentatively, Ali touched the slightly swollen pink pussy lips nestled within the moist pubic mound, shivering when she discovered the lips were wet, and not from the shower she had just taken. She stroked them lightly and felt a little shiver of excitement course through her.
It was like that every time she touched herself. And there were times her pussy would begin oozing its clear fluid without even being touched. She had a pretty good idea why, but was too embarrassed to ask either her aunt or her uncle about it. And she really didn't have any friends here in this city, only having lived here a short while.
I'll bet this is why my parents wouldn't let me date, she thought to herself. It was why her mom and dad had kept such a close eye on her and had enforced such strict rules about what she could and could not do-even though she was nearly twenty-two years old.
Ali sighed and sat back on the bed, looking around her room. It didn't look like a room belonging to a young woman. She knew her aunt and uncle had meant well when they had fixed it for her, but it definitely wasn't what she would have picked for herself.
She looked over at her closet and stared at the clothing hanging there. It consisted of plain blouses and skirts which served to cover her body-not show it off-which again was a by-product of her upbringing.
While other young women wore jeans, or stylish outfits to college, Ali persisted in wearing the same type of clothing she had been brought up in; although, lately, she had been giving some thought to buying something new. Unfortunately, she really wasn't in a financial position to buy much.
Her father had been a well-meaning man, hard working and caring, but not too good at managing his money. When he and Ali's mother had died, there had been little left from the insurance. After paying off the bills, Ali was left with just enough to finish college, and just barely. As a result, she had hired herself out as a babysitter to some of the families in the neighborhood, trying to earn some extra cash.
Ali lay back on the bed, her long, raven hair fanning out on the white bedspread behind her as she stared at her sexy image in the dresser mirror.
"I'm not young anymore," she whispered to herself.
She brought her long, sleek legs up onto the bed and spread herself open, looking at her reflection in the mirror, examining herself critically.
She had gorgeous blue eyes, the kind rarely found in a face surrounded by cascades of raven-black hair. Round and blue, she knew they were absolutely stunning.
I definitely do not look like a young woman when I lie like this, she thought to herself. Complimenting her image, she stared at the growth of dark pussy hair that engulfed her cunt slit. She parted the lips of her pussy and giggled as she saw the juicy excess of slick fluids seeping out.
Ali dipped a long finger into the hot oil. The finger glided over the little pearl of coral-colored flesh at the top of her cunt.
"Oh," the surprised young woman moaned as an odd feeling swept through her pussy and lower belly.
Her clit was extremely sensitive. All she had to do was touch it and she would nearly have an orgasm. In the back of her mind she thought perhaps her parents had wanted to keep any boys from touching her clit. Or any other part of her body. They were afraid she would get pregnant and disgrace them and herself.
Ali worked the finger into her pussy. The stiff surface glided in along the throbbing nub of her clit, and once again a new burst of the wonderful feelings filled her cunt.
"Oh, man, this is fantastic!" Ali murmured aloud, wiggling back against her pillow. She could watch herself in the mirror, watch her finger disappearing up into her pussy.
Hot flashes of joy-which seemed to get stronger and stronger with each stroke-were totally taking over the young woman now. Ali knew it wouldn't be long before she reached her orgasm.
"Oh ... it's so good," she sighed. Her finger worked faster and faster inside her cunt.
Soon the lithe college girl was rolling and bucking on the bed. Ali's fingers were flying in and out of her slippery pussy, her pert ass coming up off the bed with each stroke.
"Ga ... gah!" Ali whined, her head spinning with incredible pleasure.
Ali's heels were dug into the bedspread, pushing her strong young legs up like tightly wound springs. She cooed and moaned and shook her long black locks from side to side as she bounced wildly up off the bed, her fingers drilling frantically into her juicy slit.
She managed to catch her left tit, and played with her cunt with her right hand. She squeezed down on the fully erect little nipple, and something went off like a cannon deep down inside her.
"Ooh, damn!" Ali wailed, as furious spasms of the most intense delight imaginable jerked through her climaxing pussy.
Lost in utter ecstasy, Ali whimpered and writhed and rolled around on the bed. She felt the gush of cum sluice from her cunt. The searing fluid covered her fingers and ran down the cheeks of her well-shaped ass.
"Oh, I'm gonna die!" Ali gasped as the pussy tightening contractions roared through her taut body.
After what seemed like forever, Ali felt the exquisite sensations slowly starting to drain away. The magical feelings lessened and the hot cream stopped flowing. Sighing, she reluctantly pulled her fingers from her cunt.
Still panting, Ali finally sat up on the bed. Her eyes were still on the mirror, watching her nipples slowly ease back to their normal size, and her chest gradually stop heaving.
A movement in the mirror caught Ali's eye. She looked carefully and saw something which surprised her completely.
Next door, in the upstairs bedroom directly across from hers, Ali could see the mirror atop Mr. and Mrs. Woodson's dresser. And as she looked, she could see Mr. Woodson's reflection in the mirror.
Shock immobilized Ali completely. Mr. Wood-son was completely naked! And he was on the bed in his room, just as she had been in hers!
Ali had never seen a naked man in her life. She couldn't believe how muscular, hairy and downright masculine her new neighbor looked with all his clothes off. He was reclining on the bed, his hand moving up and down his huge hunk of cock meat.
Ali stared at the very first naked cock she had ever seen. It was long and thick and still slightly floppy, like the trunks on the elephants Ali had seen at the zoo.
As Mr. Woodson kept stroking the flaccid prick, each pump of his fist seemed to bring a little more stiffness to the engorging prick. Ali's eyes were glued to the hardening cock. She couldn't believe how big it was getting. Or how purple the very tip of the swollen shaft looked as Mr. Woodson continued jerking his fist up and down.
In moments the thick shaft was bloated to its fullest extent. As Mr. Woodson released it for a moment, the long cock throbbed upright over the fat sac at its base. Ali gasped at the sheer size and length of the towering cock as it pulsed menacingly over the fur-thatched nut bag.
As soupy as her pussy mouth felt right now, Ali didn't see how a woman could take such a big chunk of cock shaft up inside her without it splitting her in half!
Still, it gave Ali a rush of sensations in her cunt to think about trying to take the huge cock inside her virgin pussy. Sighing, Ali wondered how good something as big as that might feel if she could somehow get it in her pussy. If her slender fingers could cause an explosion, like the one she was still feeling, what would a cock like Mr. Woodson's do to her cunt?
The very thought of his cock easing its thick shaft between her cunt lips sent a big shiver of enjoyment and excitement up Ali's spine. Before she knew it, she was staring eagerly at Mr. Wood-son as he flogged his rigid prick. And she was thinking about how wonderful it would feel if he were driving it up into her cunt.
"Oh! Do it to me, Mr. Woodson!" Ali murmured softly. Working her fingers back into her cunt, she sat on the edge of the bed, with her long legs splayed wide, watching the figure in her mirror.
As if he had actually heard her, Mr. Woodson arched his back up from the bed as he pumped himself. Ali imagined herself sitting on top of that stiff prick, feeling Mr. Woodson drive it up into her cunt.
"Oh do it, do it hard!" Ali cooed, placing a second finger alongside the first in her pussy.
The added width of two fingers gliding up into her tight cunt made it easier for Ali to imagine she was being fucked by her handsome neighbor. With her background and upbringing, Ali was not used to saying "fuck," even in her thoughts. But she felt so totally aroused and wanton now that "fuck" seemed to fit perfectly what she wanted to do.
"Fuck me! Fuck my virgin pussy, Mr. Wood-son!" Ali moaned, jamming the two fingers up into herself even further.
Ali couldn't get over the idea that Mr. Woodson could somehow hear her hot urgings. As she spoke, he picked up the speed of his nearly violent cock massage. It was easy for her to think of the jerking, frantically hunching man as her lover.
Panting with renewed need and lust, Ali finger-fucked her juicy cunt faster and faster, keeping time with Mr. Woodson's muscular jerkings in her mirror. The fantasy they seemed to be sharing sent Ali's virgin pussy into overdrive. She mashed her fingers in and out of her cunt as fast as she could, delighting in the squishy sounds.
"Mr. Woodson! You're fucking me! You're fucking me so good, so fucking hard, I can't stand it!" Ali gasped, completely inflamed by the sight of herself in the mirror.
Her tits shook wildly and her cunt was spread open, drooling hot fluids. Her long black tresses tumbled and whipped over her naked shoulders as she continued to finger-fuck herself in time with her neighbor's strokes.
Suddenly, Mr. Woodson arched his back. His lower torso lifted all the way up from the bed, his heels digging into the bedcovers as he bridged upward. His hand was flying along his rigid cock-shaft; the engorged cockhead towered above it like an overripe plum.
Ali watched, breathless with excitement, as Mr. Woodson's prick fired a long, thick streamer of white stuff straight up in the air. The lengthy streamer fell back down, a stringy line of white across his naked, deeply tanned thigh.
In the mirror, Ali could see her phantom lover moan, and pump his swollen cock staff again. Another rope of cum spilled out, not spewing nearly so high this time, then oozing down to cover its owner's fingers with the rich slime.
As Ali watched, another and another, and still another of the white, thick jets of cock cum spurted out. They seemed to melt Mr. Woodson's fat cock as fast as they shot out, puddling in his pubic hair, coating his fist.
"Oohh!" Ali moaned. Her fingers drilled frantically into her cunt.
She had never seen anything so gross-yet so beautiful, so incredibly ... sexy! She thought about all that gooey, thick cum gushing up into her as she rode Mr. Woodson's cunt-splitting cock, and she could not hold off the torrid feelings raging through her pussy a second longer.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" Ali groaned. Her whole body was shaking violently with her second climax in just minutes.
Shockwaves of pleasure reverberated from Ali's cunt to her jiggling tits. She grabbed a bobbing nipple with her free hand and squeezed it, sending even hotter pulses of lushness shooting through her convulsing cunt.
"AAHH!" Ali whined; her cunt was clenching so hard it almost hurt as she fucked herself with her stiffened fingers.
The searing spasms went on for a few more seconds. Ali moaned, and drove the fingers into her sopping cunt hole, until the last furious jerks of pleasure had ebbed from her.
When the wonderful feeling finally passed, Ali looked at her mirror. Mr. Woodson was reaching for a towel on the bed. He casually wiped off the sticky white goo from his belly and pubic bush, then stood up.
As Ali watched him clean, she smiled. What a great day this had turned out to be, she thought. She wondered what Mr. Woodson would say if he only knew what an intimate, beautiful experience they had shared.
The self-satisfied smile on Ali's face froze in place as Mr. Woodson grinned and waved to her in the mirror. Then he calmly walked over to his own window and pulled the drapes shut.
Ali suddenly felt like crawling into a hole somewhere. Mr. Woodson had known all along that she could see him, and had deliberately jerked his cock and found his release vicariously-just as she had.
Yet as much as she wanted to be mad at him, she could not; she had used him for her own pleasures as well. But she knew she could never face him now. She would die of total embarrassment.