Chapter 4
Over the space of the next week, Ali came to realize she had changed forever that night on Rick Woodson's couch. She now knew what a man's hard cock looked like, how it felt. And she knew the kinky thrill it brought her to play with it until that beautiful, gooey white cum exploded from it. She remembered clearly not just the feel of his cum, but the slightly salty taste of it on her tongue and in her mouth.
Now her eyes roved constantly to the front of men's pants. Instead of looking at their faces as she passed them on the street or sat beside them in her classes at the junior college, her eyes seemed to drop automatically to their crotch to study the bulge beneath their trousers, unconsciously trying to determine whether they had big, small, or medium-sized cocks. More times than she cared to remember, Ali had been caught staring at a guy's crotch. She always looked away quickly, her beautiful face reddening with embarrassment. But the men would always smile at her, as if they knew what she had been looking at and thinking.
In her classes she had to concentrate and force herself to keep her eyes on her teachers or in her books. Otherwise she would forget which class she was in, caring only for the sight of a bulge between a man's legs. "I've got to stop this!" Ali told herself aloud as she brushed on the tiny bit of eye mascara. "All the guys at college are going to laugh at me if I don't!"
One thing had resulted from her intent gazes. She had been asked out by some of the guys in her classes. But she had refused. For some reason, most of them seemed too immature for her all of a sudden. She tried to reason this out, and decided she was attracted to an older, more mature type of man-such as Rick-rather than the brash, college-type with whom she was confronted every day.
Ali adjusted her new sheer bra beneath the sweater she wore, and took one final look at herself in the mirror. The red sweater and the tight white jeans looked perfect on her voluptuous figure. She switched off the light and went downstairs to keep her babysitting appointment.
At the bottom of the stairs she stopped in the living room for a moment and saw her uncle reading the paper. At her entrance, he put the paper down and smiled at her. But the smile was one she had never seen before. His eyes took in her outfit and figure, and she saw his tongue dart out slightly to lick his lower lip.
"Going out tonight?" he asked cheerfully, standing and approaching her.
"Yes. I'm babysitting for the Wilson family tonight," she replied, becoming suddenly very conscious of her uncle's nearness and his sense of masculinity. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to his crotch and she saw the slight twitch of his cock, which both stunned and amazed her.
Oh, no, not Uncle Alex! she thought, swiftly raising her eyes back to a point in the center of his chest. Ali remembered how, as a teenager, she had always had a secret crush on him.
He had always been her favorite uncle, the one she could go to with a problem, real or imagined. But he was more than a father-figure to her now- he was a man! And a damn good-looking, sexy one at that.
"All right," Alex said, standing close to her. "Your Aunt Sara went to spend the night with a friend who isn't feeling well, so I'll be here alone. Maybe if you get home early enough we can do something together."
She searched his face and eyes, trying to determine if he was trying to tell her something without actually coming out and saying it. But her own emotions were beginning to take control of her, and she didn't know whether she could trust herself with her uncle. Or him with her.
"Sure," she replied, her voice somewhat choked as she tried to swallow nervously.
"See you when you get back," he told her. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and for a moment hugged her close to his strong, muscular body.
Ali's legs went watery as the mound of her pussy came into contact with his cock This can't be! she tried to tell herself when her uncle released her and stepped back. He's my uncle, for goodness sake! What would Aunt Sara think?
Ali's mind was whirling in confusion. She turned away and managed to make it to the door without appearing to be too upset by the physical contact with her uncle's body. Sucking in huge gulps of the cool night air, she closed the door behind her.
George Wilson was the kind of man who made it hard for Ali to maintain her resolve not to look anymore at men's crotches. He was tall, well-built, in his late twenties, and very handsome, with blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and brilliant white teeth.
As they walked to his car so that he could take her home, Ali couldn't help but glance at the big bulge she saw behind the zipper of his tailored slacks. Just the outline of the good-looking older man's cock was enough to send shivers through her body, causing her pussy to start oozing, immediately soaking her panties.
"You seem preoccupied tonight, Ali," George observed.
"No, I was just wondering why you and your wife got home so early tonight," Ali lied quickly. "I was ready to sit until one or two in the morning."
Ali looked at the clock on the dashboard of George's luxurious sedan. It was barely ten o'clock. She thought immediately of her uncle, sitting at home waiting for her arrival, and it caused her cunt to begin twitching and her nipples to stiffen.
"Marie wasn't feeling well, so we split somewhat early," George replied somewhat bitterly, as if his wife's sudden illness wasn't all that uncommon.
"I guess we kinda messed up your evening, too, didn't we?" he asked. "You were probably counting on at least three more hours of babysitting money tonight, weren't you, angel?"
George placed his hand on Ali's shoulder, and she felt as if she would melt right into the expensive leather of the car seat.
"Oh, no. It's all right, really!" Ali assured him. "I can always use the time to study when I get home. You never know when one of the professors will hit you will a pop quiz."
"Homework?" George groaned. "Listen, you really are making me feel like a heel! No one should have to do homework on a fabulous Friday night like this."
Ali laughed. "Oh, it's all right, really. I have to keep my grade point average up, you know."
"No way, beautiful," George replied with a laugh. He casually draped his arm over Ali's shoulder and pulled her closer to him on the seat.
"I'll tell you what," he continued. "You really don't want to go home early and spend your time with your nose stuck in some boring textbook, do you? Why don't we just drive around for a while and talk? I'll even pay you for the time. That way your aunt and uncle will never know the difference. How does that sound?"
To Ali, who's state of arousal was approaching fever pitch, it sounded good. Too good. She enjoyed spending time with the handsome man; then another thought crossed her mind.
"What about your wife?" she asked nervously. "I mean, won't she get worried when you don't come home right away?"
George laughed and shook his head. "Ali, this may sound crude-or even cruel-but to hell with my wife! I told her when she pulled that I-don't-feel-good bullshit on me at the party, I was going to drop her off at the house and then head over to my club for some cards. As far as she knows, I took you home and then went to the club; so she won't be expecting me for a while. And she probably doesn't give a shit either. Ten-to-one she's already in bed, sleeping soundly by now."
Ali was shocked to hear him talk that way about his wife. From what she had seen she had assumed the two of them were deeply in love. But she also knew a lot of married couples kept up appearances in front of others so that no one would talk about their marital woes.
She was also very tempted to go driving with him. George Wilson was a stunningly handsome man. There was a roguish twinkle in his eyes as he looked at her, waiting for an answer, and it caused her heart to pound heavily on her young chest.
"Come on, Ali. What do you say? If you don't want to, then I will go the club. Just think," he added with a charming smile, "you might save me from losing a couple of hundred dollars at the poker table-just by riding around with me and keeping me out of trouble. You would be babysitting me!"
That comment, along with his infectious grin, broke Ali's resistance and made her laugh. "All right. I've never sat for a grown-up before, but I'll try. Just to keep you from getting into trouble and losing so much of your money."
"Great!" George started up the car and headed toward the outer residential area, which eventually wound up in the foothills outside of the city. In no time at all they glided to a stop on a hill overlooking the city.
For Ali, who had never been up there before, the view was breathtaking. It took her mind off the fact that George Wilson hadn't really said much to her on the drive there. She looked around and saw a few other cars and guessed, correctly, that it was a favorite local lover's lane.
"What do you want to talk about?" Ali asked at last.
George's dashingly handsome face was bathed in the full light of the moon, and she could see the devilish smile he was directing at her. It made her heart beat even faster.
George reached out and pulled her closer to him, his strong hands holding her shoulders lightly. "Why don't we talk about the way you've been staring at my crotch all night?"
Ali felt the blood rush to her face. His touch was causing her body to tingle all over, but she didn't want to let him know that. Not yet, at least.
"I ... I haven't!" Ali lied quickly. Fear, shame and excitement were rising in the back of her throat.
"Ali, you have practically been tripping over yourself trying to get a good look at my crotch, and I like that. So I'm going to let you get a good look."
"Oh?"
George grinned and held her tightly. He placed one hand at the back of her head and drew her face closer to his own.
"You have, Ali. And there's no use denying it," he told her, his voice a soft whisper. "There's something about you tonight. Something in your eyes. Something almost wild and hungry. You want to see my cock. You can say you don't, but your eyes are telling me what you really want. A man can always tell, Ali."
Before she could reply or deny it, George drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her lips with a searing kiss that took her breath away.
Ali's lips parted and she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She wondered if he was right, if that look was in her eyes; and if a man was really able to tell. All she knew for sure was that his lips felt marvelous.
Ali sighed, unable to control the sudden burst of carnal desire surging through her from the hot kiss.
She felt George's hands running up and down her back as she sucked on his invading tongue. She was hungry for the taste and feel of it in her mouth.
Before she realized what was happening, she was locked in a thrilling embrace with him. He lifted her sweater slightly and unfastened her bra, sliding his hands around to cup both her now-freed tits in his palms. Pulses of joy and passion twitched through her well-squeezed nipples, and she moaned deep in her throat, thrusting her tits forward into his hands.
There was no resistance in Ali as he pulled the sweater out of her jeans and eased it up over her head. He quickly removed her bra as well, revealing her full, firm, beautiful tits.
"They're even more beautiful than I imagined!" George whispered softly, causing Ali to blush. "I knew you had a nice set of tits, Ali, but I never dreamed they would look this fantastic!"
His compliments caused her to feel giddy. He cupped her beautifully sculpted tits and toyed with her nipples, drawing another long moan of pleasure from her.
"You like to have these gorgeous things played with, don't you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice low and sexy, full of rising desire.
"Ohhh, yes," Ali cooed. She was unable to restrain herself, or the emotions racing through her.
"Then, I know you'll like this even more." George dipped his head to Ali's tits and sucked her left nipple between his warm lips.
Ali moaned and arched her back slightly. His mouth was bringing a new wave of lewd excitement to her tits.
"Yes, please, do that to me!"
Her feeble cry trailed off into a gurgle of pleasure as George sucked even harder on the swollen nipple, and began flicking it with his slick tongue.
"Oooooooh," Ali moaned in a delighted voice.
The handsome blond man was ravishing her sensitive breasts, going from one stiff nipple to the other, bathing both pink, pointy tips in a sheen of hot spit.
"Oh, God, don't stop," she cried suddenly, realizing he had unsnapped her jeans without her knowing it. He eased his hand into her silky panties, then slipped a thick, stiff finger into her molten cunt slit.
As his finger located her distended clit, and he caressed it lightly, Ali's blue eyes flew open. A huge tremor of lust shivered up and down her spine.
"Ohhhh! Ohmigod!" the half-naked babysitter whimpered.
"You're the hottest little cunt I've seen in a long, long time," George whispered in her ear. He continued to work his finger through her slit and into her tight, gushy cunt hole. He kept rubbing against her clit as he did so, sending shockwaves of joy all through her body.
"Are ... you going to ... to finger me?" Ali managed to ask.
George gave her left breast a long, loving suck and eased his finger slowly out from the clinging grip of her cunt. The combined pleasure of his lips and the slow, wonderful friction on her sensitive clit drew a long groan from Ali.
"That's what you want, isn't it, Ali?" he asked as he looked up at the goose bump-covered woman. "You want me to finger-fuck your brains out while I suck your tits, don't you?"
Ali felt her head nodding, ashamed and excited for admitting that was exactly what she wanted him to do. The heat in her cunt was so intense!
I just might do that for you, Ali," he told her. "But what will you do for me in return?"
George pulled his finger from Ali's steamy cunt and waited for a reply. Long seconds of silence ticked by as Ali struggled with her emotions and desires. She was worked up from his touch and she wanted him to finish her off, to bring her to a climax. But she knew he wanted her to do something for him in return. And she had a feeling she knew what that "something" was.
"I ... I could play with your cock," Ali finally whispered, wanting his lips back on her tits and his finger deep in her cunt.
"Will you suck it for me?" he asked softly.
"Yes" she whispered huskily.
"Now you're talking, sweetheart!"
George undid his belt and eased his slacks and shorts down over his hips and past his knees, letting them drop around his ankles. His cock was already half-hard, throbbing and growing as it lay on his hairy leg. He took it in his fist and gave it a few quick strokes.
"How do you like it?" George asked her proudly, "You ever seen a real man's prick before?"
Somehow, Ali knew instinctively it was best not to mention the first cock she had ever played with was bigger than his.
"Oh, it's a big one, all right!" Ali wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.
Actually, Ali admitted to herself, it nearly was as big around as Rick Woodson's cock had been; it just wasn't as long. George's cock was going to be about eight inches in length when it was completely hard.
"You'll have to show me how to do this ... how to suck it," Ali said slowly, feeling herself getting turned on by the cock in her hand.
"You mean, you've never sucked a guy's cock before?" he asked, sounding really excited by that.
Ali shook her head. "I don't know. I don't have much experience. I only played with a guy's cock once before, with my hand. And then he made me ... made me lick it when it ... you know."
George was grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I'll be damned! Did you swallow it? Did you take his prick all the way in your mouth when he came? Could you take all his cum?"
Ali was blushing as George asked her all the nasty questions. She shrugged her shoulders and worked her small hand up and down the shaft of his thick cock a few times.
"I swallowed all I could get in my mouth," she finally admitted shyly.
George twisted happily on the seat. "Oh, baby. And that is just what you are going to do for me! Here, let me get these jeans off so you can give me a better view of your sweet little cunt."
Ali allowed George to take off every stitch of her clothing. The raven-haired beauty shivered in the cool night air as she got on her hands and knees on the seat, her mouth positioned just above his rigid cock.
"I'll teach you how a man likes to have his cock sucked," George whispered gently. "Just lick your lips and dip that beautiful young face down a little."
Ali wet her dry lips until they glistened, then lowered her head.
"Now, lick it," he instructed. "Reach out and smear that slick spit all over the top of my dick so that it will slide right into that pretty mouth!"
Ali moaned at the tremor the man's words were causing in her pussy. She spread her saliva all over George's thick, steel-hard cockhead.
"Oh, yeah, that's it!" George growled with excitement. "Spread it all up and down my cock. Get me all wet!"
Ali swirled her tongue up and down the length of his prick until the reddened shaft gleamed with her saliva. She worked her mouth up and down, kissing the simmering hard-on from the hairy base, up to its helmet-shaped tip.
"Now, suck!" George moaned, reaching for Ali's ass. "I'll finger your cunt while you suck my cock."
Ali took the prick into her mouth, spreading her full lips wide, and pushed her head downward. More and more of the hot, slick cock flesh disappeared into her hot mouth.
"That's it! Take it all. Take every last inch of it." His big hand cupped her pussy slit. "Suck every bit of my cock into your hot, sweet mouth!"
Ali tilted her head back a little when the spongy cockhead hit the rear of her throat. She realized if she did it that way, she would be able to take the last inch-and-a-half of his thick prick between her well-stretched lips. She willed herself not to gag, and began twirling her tongue around and around the embedded cock.
"Oooooh, lick it!" she heard George moan.
Meanwhile, George's finger had sluiced its way back into Ali's boiling cunt once more. He fucked the finger in and out of her cunt in frenzied strokes and Ali worked her mouth over his cock, lashing at it with her slithery tongue.
"Fuck! What a natural!" George gasped. "What a natural born cock-sucker you are!"
It drove Ali wild to think of herself as a cock-sucker. She had always considered that to be one of the nastiest, filthiest expressions she had ever heard anyone call anyone else. Yet it was exactly how she felt at that particular moment; nasty and filthy, and completely uninhibited. She moved her mouth faster and faster. Slurping and sucking noises came from her as she gulped hungrily at his cock.
As she increased the searing sucking actions on his cock, she could hear him whimpering with pleasure. He was ramming his finger in and out of her overheated pussy faster and faster. Reaching up with his other hand, he grabbed a handful of dangling, jiggling tit.
"Ummmm!" Ali gurgled with joy as his fingers squeezed her tits and fucked in and out of her cunt.
"My cock is boiling!" George panted, jerking hard on Ali's nipple and rubbing a finger against her clit. "This is so beautiful. And so fucking good!"
Ali's cunt was starting to spasm around George's drilling fingers. She knew a blistering climax was just seconds away from her. As the fiery sensations began rocketing through her body, she sucked harder on his slippery prick and licked around the cockhead again and again.
"Um! Ahh!" Ali wailed around the shaft of cock stuffed down her throat.
Sudden shudders of orgasmic delight rippled through her bent-over body. Ali gulped at George's steely rod and held on as the first mighty blast of cum buffeted her trim, beautiful body.
"Take it! Take all of it!" George cried out in a passion-strangled voice.
A fire hose-like blast of jism filled Ali's small throat. The startled young woman swallowed the hot discharge as best she could. Another geyser of cum shot into her mouth and throat. It was even larger than the first, and it was all she could do to gulp down the steamy liquid.
Ali's eyes began to water as the third and fourth gushers of cum filled her mouth. She had never dreamed a man's nuts could hold so much cum. A rapid fifth blast sent sperm coursing out from between Ali's tightly gripping lips.
"Eat it, baby! Eat every last drop!"
Ali gasped but forced down a huge mouthful of cum, which was soon followed by yet another. She willed the slippery ooze down her throat- then sucked out still another mouthful.
"Oh, baby, you are so special!" George purred with obvious delight.
Ali felt as though her nose, mouth and throat were plugged with wads of slick, gooey cum. But she continued to suck on George's cock until his huge hairy nuts finally ceased pumping. Somehow she managed to get all his rich, heavy cream to glide down her throat.
George pointed to a small spot of silvery spunk shimmering on his thigh. "Lick that up and swallow it."
Ali looked at the small dribble. Her stomach suddenly turned over at the thought of taking just one more drop of cum. She couldn't, she thought. She was too full.
Then Ali felt a sudden, strange compulsion rising within her, and she bent over and flicked out her tongue. She licked the salty drop up, feeling the slight tremor of orgasm arch through her when the gooey gob glided down her throat.
"You loved that, didn't you, Ali?" George asked. His voiced sounded as if it held a trace of awe.
Ali didn't answer for a moment. "Yes ... did," she finally confessed. Her voice was a mere whisper.
"I know," George said.
"A moment later he reached down for his pants, then pulled them up. He drew out his wallet, fishing around in it for a moment. "Here, take this."
Ali stared at the two twenty-dollar bills through tears of shame. It was a long time before she finally began to pull her clothes back on. She stuffed the money in the pocket of her jeans.
The drive back to her aunt and uncle's home was made in silence. Ali wondered what was happening to her, wondered what she was becoming. Her feelings of shame nearly overpowered her, making her feel dirty. She vowed she was going to change that. She was not going to do this sort of thing anymore.