Chapter 8

Brilliant sunshine poured in through the east window of Ali's bedroom and fell across her sleeping face, waking her as effectively as an alarm clock. She sat up in bed and stretched, noting that it was nearly ten-thirty in the morning. She had slept for nearly ten hours without waking!

As she stretched she groaned softly. She was sore and 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 to her in a wet rush.

She was stiff and sore from all the fucking and .sucking she had done with Rick the night before! He had fucked her a second time, and it had lasted much much longer than the first. He had shown her new and different positions, and she had responded eagerly to each one.

Afterward she had licked and sucked his cock clean before finally getting dressed and making her way home. And getting there just minutes before her aunt had uncle arrived home. She had just crawled into bed when she heard them come in.

Ali got out of bed. Throwing on a robe, she headed for the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower. When she got out of the shower she tiptoed into her aunt and uncle's bedroom, which had the only full-length mirror in the house.

She had always thought of herself as being a slightly homely girl and woman, even though she knew men had always looked at her lustfully. Now that she had discovered the joys and pleasures of sex, she wanted to see if her body had changed.

Ali stood in front of the mirror and dropped the robe. She tried to examine herself objectively, but wasn't entirely successful. She could see where and how her body had changed over the years, but she still saw much of what she considered homely.

Like most truly beautiful faces, Ali's had many individual flaws. Her nose was too long, her lips too heavy, her mouth too wide, her cheekbones too prominent. The individual features wee not what would be considered beautiful by themselves, but when you put them all together, they came out as stunningly beautiful. Ali could see the flaws, but failed to completely see the beauty those flaws combined to create.

As she lowered her eyes to take in the rest of her body, she could appreciate what other people- especially men-found attractive. She used to think she was too tall and skinny, with long thin legs, but she could tell that-despite their length, or maybe because of them-her legs were very well-shaped, even without the support of hose.

Most of all, Ali appreciated the jutting mounds which so completely filled her chest-a chest which had been flat and featureless just a couple of years ago. It didn't take a genius to realize she had two exceptionally beautiful and perfectly formed tits. They were big, really good handfuls, and there wasn't a bit of sag in them at all.

They were firm, nearly perfectly round, even when she stood up without a bra. They thrust straight out from her ribcage in complete defiance of the laws of gravity. And they were topped by two cherry-red nipples which hardened easily and jutted nearly half an inch when aroused.

Ali took one full, swollen breast in each hand, and gently bounced them, then lightly squeezed the burgeoning, firm flesh. She liked the feeling of hands on her tits. Her hands-anyone's hands. It made her feel that nice, itching squirminess inside her cunt.

Even as she watched in the mirror, the wide areolas, which completely covered the ends of each tit, began to puff out until they looked like little tits on top of even bigger ones. Her nipples popped out and grew into hard, slender rods, projecting from the centers.

Ali bounced and squeezed her tits, staling at them in the mirror, and realized she was getting turned on almost as much as she had when the men had played with them. And they were her own tits!

As the lustful feelings grew in her, Ali hefted her breasts again. She bent her head down and raised one turgid, stretched nipple to her lips, and then the other. At first she just licked at the stiff little nubs, then she wrapped her lips around one and sucked on it, while using her fingers to flick the other one lightly. She sucked hard on the nipple, rolling it between her lips, rasping the sensitive, flat, pebbly end with her tongue. Finally she nipped it lightly with her teeth.

The sight of her sucking her own tits in the mirror was turning Ali on, making her more excited by the second. She could feel the juices inside her cunt starting to ooze out and slide slowly down the inside of her long slender legs, and that turned her on even more!

Accidentally, she nibbled a little harder on one swollen, sensitive nipple, and a powerful wave of orgasmic spasms bolted through her. It forced an involuntary sequel of joy from her lips, and shook her like a dust mop.

"Wow!" Ali exclaimed out loud. "This could sure save a lot of time and trouble. I can turn myself on by watching myself, then get myself off at the same time." She giggled. "That means I can get off just about any time I want, whether there's a man around or not!"

She continued to giggle to herself as she renewed her sucking efforts on her nipples. But she dropped one hand to the thick thatch of ebony pubic hair at her crotch. A finger searched through the dense cunt-fur until it reached her dripping wet pussy slit. The finger parted the swollen, pouting lips, stroking back and forth along the creamy fuck-slot, then plunged deep inside.

Ali withdrew her wet finger, then joined it with two more, and worked all three into her creaming cunt. As she did, she lightly rubbed her tingling clit with her thumb. She was consciously experimenting to find out what she liked and what she didn't; what got her off the quickest and what didn't turn her on at all. She spread her thighs apart so she could see her cunt better in the mirror. She kept sucking her tit at the same time.

The mirror was inside a big, walk-in closet. If she stood just right, the light reflected from the mirror and lit up her pussy like a spotlight.

She watched her fingers moving in and out of her tight cunt; her thumb massaging her taut, tingling clit; her lips sucking on her tense, stretched nipple. As her exploring fingers moved around inside her cunt she sort of grabbed herself as she would a bowling ball. The tips of her fingers struck a wildly sensitive spot, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Tremendous orgasmic spasms rocketed up her thighs and through her body, leaving her shaking, sweating and panting heavily.

"Jesus, what the fuck was that?" Ali exclaimed, swearing out loud. The depth and power of the climax her fingers had inadvertently triggered left her somewhat scared and trembling. She decided she had better not do that anymore; at least not until she learned more about what it was and what it could do to her. She had never heard of a G-spot before.

Deciding she had done enough fooling around with herself for the present, worried that Sara or Alex might catch her, Al turned off the closet light, and closed the door. She retreated to the bathroom for another quick shower.

After the shower Ali dressed in a light summer dress, one she particularly liked, which she had purchased with some of the money she'd been "earning" lately.

The tan, almost cream-colored, dress made a perfect contrast against her silky-smooth, naturally tanned skin. She buttoned the bottom three buttons from the waist up, but left the top two open. If she tried to button them her full jutting tits created a strain on them.

She stared at her image in her own mirror, turning from side to side to see herself from different angles. She decided that maybe the dress wasn't so bad for showing off her body.

The difference in her appearance, a difference that even Ali could now see, made a tremendous difference in her self-confidence. Ali strode from the house with her shoulders back and a confident spring in her step. She headed down the street, then ten blocks over to the Thompson house, where she was due to sit that afternoon.

Ali didn't know whether it was the new confidence in herself, or the slight swagger in her walk, or even the new dress which accentuated the thrust of her tits. But she noticed that every male head turned and followed her progress as she walked by; as did a lot of the women she also passed. Some had admiration in their eyes, but most had envy. And everyone failed to recognize the tall, sleek, incredibly sexy young woman as the formerly mousy young girl who had come to live with her aunt and uncle; which tickled Ali with delight.

When Ali rang the bell at the Thompson's, Tracy Thompson opened the door, almost as if she had been waiting behind it for the babysitter.

"My, you look absolutely smashing, Ali. Come on in."

Ali looked Tracy Thompson up and down. The slightly older woman was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a nearly see-through blouse, without a bra, which allowed Ali to clearly see the nipples of her tits. For a reason she couldn't explain, Ali found that it excited her.

"You're looking good yourself," Ali replied, somewhat shyly. Why was she suddenly feeling that warm, itchy feeling between her legs?

"Thank you, dear," Tracy replied as she closed the door. "But, I'm afraid T have some bad news for you."

"What's that?"

"Ray's parents called just a little while ago. They're going up to their cabin for the weekend and wanted to take the boys with them. So Ray is taking the boys there to spend the rest of the weekend with their grandparents. He won't be back for two or three hours."

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll head back home then," Ali said, starting to turn for the door.

"Look, if you don't have anything else to do," Tracy offered quickly, "you could stick around for a while and keep me company."

"Sure, why not," Ali replied, smiling.

"Good," Tracy said, returning the smile warmly. "Listen, I was just starting to put some things away in the bedroom. Why don't you join me, and we can talk while I finish."

Ali followed the older woman up the stairs, noting the way the jeans fit her tight, small ass perfectly. They entered the bedroom, where Ali noticed a number of clothing articles spread out on the bed. When she realized what they were, she blushed slightly.

"These are beautiful!" Ali whispered. She gently fingered one of the sexy nightgowns, wondering what it would be like to wear one. "I bet they make you feel ... well ... sexy when you wear them."

Tracy looked at her and laughed softly when Ali's blush deepened. "Yes, very sexy. I'm sure a beautiful young woman like you has plenty of things like this."

Ali shook her head and laughed. "Nope. My nightgowns are full-length, cotton, and very plain. Nothing like this at all. But, lately, I've been sleeping without them."

Tracy looked at her strangely for a moment, and Ali felt that familiar tingling sensation in her stomach once more.

"Tell you what," Tracy said. "How would you like to try one of these on. We're both about the same size; although I can tell your tits are bigger than mine."

Ali gasped in surprise, but regained her composure after a moment. "I ... could I?" she asked shyly.

"Of course! Come on, get out of that dress and try any one you like. Here, I'll pick out one for you."

Ali hesitated a moment, then began to remove her dress, revealing her own full tits and beautiful body. She was acutely aware of the closeness of Tracy, who was standing just a couple of feet away. Tracy's eyes were taking in Ali's body like a hungry cat eyeing its prey.

"God, you are beautiful!" Tracy whispered, lifting her eyes to Ali's blushing face.

Before Ali could say anything in response, Tracy lifted her hands and placed them on Ali' s tits, palming the nipples. Ali felt a shiver run through her at the touch of the other woman, and felt her nipples harden almost instantly.

"I knew you had some beautiful tits," Tracy whispered in a low throaty voice. "But I never thought they would look this good. And they're even better than they look."

"Mrs. Thompson, what ... oohh!" Ali murmured, her voice a mixture of concern and pleasure at the sudden, unexpected action of Tracy.

"Just feeling your gorgeous titties, Ali. Tell me," she asked softly, "are you still a virgin?"

"No." Ali's voice was a mere whisper.

"Have you ever been turned on-you know, sexually excited-by a pretty female face or body?" Tracy's hands started to rub Ali's tits lightly.

"Of course not!" Ali protested, wanting to step away from Tracy's hands; but she discovered her legs wouldn't move, and that her body was already starting to betray her. "I'm not a-what do you call it-lesbian."

Tracy laughed softly, but continued to gently massage Ali's tits, which were starting to swell with desire and lust.

"I didn't mean that, Ali," she said, staring into the eyes of the raven-haired beauty. "I love to fuck. I love to have a man's cock in my pussy, in my mouth, even in my ass, but I also love to make love to a woman once in a while. Especially if that woman is as beautiful as you. I've been watching you, Ali." Tracy stepped even closer, wrapping her arms around Ali so that her tits were touching Ali's, with only Tracy's light blouse between them. "I have a feeling that you are not only the loveliest young woman in this town, but that you are just about the sexiest as well. Of course that all depends on you."

"I don't understand," Ali replied, feeling the heat from Tracy's tits against her own. The other woman's hands were traveling lightly up and down her back, sending chills through her.

"Ali, if you want to learn, want to find out how to make other people feel good-while making yourself feel fantastic at the same time-I would love to help you. And so would my husband."

Ali's head was spinning. This was something totally unexpected; she didn't know what to say or do. She wanted to grab her dress and run, but the sensation of Tracy's hands, which had come back around to gently roll the hard nipples, felt too good to even move.

"I don't know," she whispered weakly.

Ali stood there, not knowing what to say or do, as Tracy bent and removed Ali's panties. She lifted her feet one at a time to remove the light-weight material, than tossed it to one side. But Ali nearly leaped to the ceiling when Tracy, still on her knees, bent her head and kissed Ali's dark-haired pussy. She flicked out her tongue and licked all along the wet gash.

"Oh, God," Ali moaned, "what are you doing?"

"Just curious," Tracy told her as she stood up and looked Ali in the eyes. "Ray said you would be a hot number, and I was just finding out if he was right. He was."

"I'm a good girl," Ali said weakly, falling back on her old, familiar argument.

"I know, but you're also hot. Your pussy is creaming to beat hell already, and I've hardly laid a hand on you yet. And look at your nipples! They're sticking out, just begging for attention."

Ali started to reply, but her voice turned into a low moan of passion as Tracy darted her head down and sucked one of Ali's nipples neatly into her mouth. She rolled it around with her tongue. Tracy sucked harder. Then she took the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist and roll it gently.

"Ohhh," Ali moaned, feeling her knees weaken. "You ... you're gonna make me cum!"

Almost as soon as Ali said it, the first wave of passionate spasms swept through her, making her shiver with pleasure. Her hips started to undulate slowly back and forth, in uncontrollable fucking motions.

Ali let herself be pulled to the bed, where Tracy positioned her on her back, spreading her legs.

"Okay, Ali, brace yourself."

"Wh ... why?"

"Because you're about to get the cunt-licking of your life!"

With that, Tracy Thompson slipped out of the jeans and top she was wearing, quickly stripping her own body bare. Then she lowered herself on the bed between Ali's thighs. She lifted and spread them, lowered her head and began to lick and suck on Ali's cunt. Using her tongue, she stimulated the dark-haired babysitter's clit. She lifted Ali's legs and placed them over her shoulders. Slipping her hands under Ali's ass, she opened Ali up even more to her thrusting tongue, causing Ali to squirm and thrash around on the bed.

"Ohhhhhh!" Ali screamed as the first of her climaxes thundered through her. "Ohh, Mrs. Thompson! That ... that feels so good!"

Ali cried-when Tracy placed her mouth over Ali's entire cunt, she sucked it powerfully, fucking her tongue in and out quickly, like a small slick cock.

Ali thrashed around on the bed, beneath the expertly skilled mouth and tongue of Tracy Thompson, feeling as if she would never stop cumming. Over and over, she cried and screamed out her delight, as Tracy's tongue swept the insides of her gushing cunt.

When Ali thought she couldn't take it anymore, Tracy finally stopped. Giving Ali's cunt a final lick and a kiss, she crawled up on the bed and lay beside her. There was a wide, satisfied grin on her face.

"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Tracy told her. She leaned over and kissed one of Ali's turgid nipples.

"Wow, Mrs. Thompson. That was really something else! I've had my pussy sucked before, a couple of times, but it was never as good as that. I had no idea that a woman could make another woman feel so good."

"Ali, sweetheart, when it comes to sucking pussies, a woman is always better than a man," Tracy explained. "A woman knows what makes her feel good; thereby knowing what it takes to make another woman feel good."

"I guess so. But," Ali added with a shy grin, "it still isn't as good as getting fucked by a nice hard cock."

"True," Tracy agreed with a short laugh.

"That doesn't mean I didn't like it, because I sure did! But it was different, at least for me. Like I said, I loved it! It was fantastic. But I still like to fuck. Fucking makes me feel good all over, and the feeling lasts a lot longer. This was just one monster wild orgasm, and that was it. I guess I feel kind of let down."

Tracy disappeared into the bathroom, then returned a few minutes later with a small bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She dipped the cloth in the water and carefully washed away the drying discharges from the insides of Ali's cunt hair and thighs. She carefully sponged Ali's pussy with the warm water, causing Ali to squeal with delight whenever the water stimulated her clit, or felt especially soothing on her lust-swollen pussy lips.

When Tracy was done she washed her own cunt as well, then she placed the pan on the nightstand next to the bed before turning back to Ali.

Tracy took Ali in her arms and kissed her softly on the mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked Ali's thick, full lips, and her hand came up and cupped one of Ali's firm tits. Little sparks of excitement began shooting through Ali.

Ali returned the sexy kiss of the other woman. Reaching up with her own hand, she grasped one of Tracy' s hard little tits, rolling the nipple between her fingers, enjoying the touch of it.

Feeling bolder than she ever had, Ali pushed Tracy over on her back, and straddled the older woman, looking down at her with a smile. She lowered her head and began to lick first one, then the other, of Tracy's nipples. She felt them harden even more beneath her ministrations.

Slowly, gradually, she began to work her way down the length of Tracy's body, taking her time to lick and kiss every square inch along the way; the thrill of forbidden pleasures was rushing through her.

Ali finally sprawled on her belly between Tracy's thighs, and pulled herself into position so that she could lick the other woman's hot pussy. As she adjusted herself, she remembered the peculiar, wild orgasm she had given to herself earlier in the day. She decided she would try to do the same for Tracy.

Ali thought about what made her feel good, about what Tracy had done for her. She began by kissing and licking all around Tracy's cunt, gradually working her way closer and closer to it without actually touching the mound. She could hear Tracy moaning, and saw the slight bucking motion of Tracy's hips as she urged Ali toward her cunt.

The idea of licking up the hot, gooey juice oozing from Tracy's cunt cause her to hesitate just a moment. When she finally stuck out her tongue and captured a small drop, and brought it to her mouth, Ali decided it didn't taste all that bad, and she quickly licked up some more, discovering she actually liked the tangy, sticky stuff.

She began to lap it up. Swirling her tongue around the hot cunt hole, she paused to lick at Tracy's hard clit. When she locked her lips around the little nub and sucked on it, Tracy's body stiffened and Ali knew she had brought the older woman to a climax. It wasn't a large one, but Ali knew it was going to be the first of many, if she had her way.

But she was surprised by the lack of noise Tracy made when cumming. Ali knew she usually screamed her head off when she came, but other women might be different. She stopped for a moment and looked up at Tracy.

"Am I doing this all right?" she asked.

"God, yes!" Tracy told her. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I thought you just had an orgasm, a small one, but you didn't make very much noise and I wasn't sure, that's all."

"Don't worry, Ali," Tracy told her with a smile. "I cum just as intensely as you do, most of the time, but I just don't let it out verbally the way you do, that's all. Believe me, when I cum, it's quite satisfactory."

Ali decided that Tracy should have a climax which would leave her screaming and climbing off the walls, and she had a feeling she knew just how to do it.

She went back to sucking and licking Tracy's hot cunt, using a gentle finger to probe inside. Searching the general area inside Tracy's steamy cunt, a sudden, quick upward lurch of Tracy's hips indicated to Ali she had found Tracy's secret spot. She waited until Tracy's little twitches stopped, and then started in again, almost from the beginning.

She licked around and around inside Tracy's pussy, purposely avoiding her inner sensitive trigger spot for the moment. She went to work on Tracy's clit, licking and sucking on it as Tracy became more and more agitated, more and more impatient.

"Oh, please, Ali!" she cried. "You're doing that on purpose! Get me off! Please get me off!"

Ali giggled softly, but continued what she was doing-which was getting Tracy hotter and hotter. She had to hold onto Tracy's hips with both hands, for the other woman was fidgeting and squirming around so much.

Figuring that Tracy was about ready now, Ali gave her cunt a final lick before locking her teeth lightly around Tracy's clit. Shoving two fingers deep into Tracy's steamy pussy, she forced them upwards towards that special spot.

Ali was right. Tracy was capable of having bigger, better orgasms! She was capable of having tremendous orgasms!

Tracy's feet shot straight out. Her arms pounded on the bed, and her hips humped up into Ali's face so hard she nearly bounced the younger woman off the bed.

"AAGGHH!" Tracy screamed. Her body jerked and twitched over and over as Ali forced her fingers back to the sensitive spot and pressed against it again.

"OHHH, YESSS!" Tracy yelled out again. Her body continued to spasm and thrash on the bed, gripped in the throes of a massive climax.

Ali slowly withdrew her fingers from Tracy's cunt. She released her clit. Easing up on the bed, she lay beside Tracy, who was panting and gasping for breath, her eyes closed. She finally opened them and looked at Ali.

"God Almighty!" Tracy gasped. "I thought I was gonna teach you something new! Where in the hell did you pick up that trick, Ali? I've never-and I mean never!-in my whole life gotten off like that before!"

Ali looked shyly at Tracy. "It's the first time I've ever done it. I kind of thought about you having such tiny little orgasms, and it seemed such a shame, so I thought I would try something I discovered on myself only this morning, to see if it worked. I guess it did."

"I'll say it did!" Tracy replied with a wide smile. "I guess I'm not too old to learn a few new tricks myself."

"Well, I guess that's about it for my sex education classes for one day," Ali said, laughing. "I really should be getting back."

"Ali right, Ali, but any time you want, you are more than welcome to visit. Besides, Ray wants a shot at you himself, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," Ali replied, as she slipped on her jeans. "As long as you don't."

"Not unless he fell in love."