Tracy Jordan watched with considerable envy as her husband initiated Ali Zimmerman into the joys of sex. The exotically beautiful Mrs. Jordan was a confirmed bisexual who loved women equally as well as men, and she was a proven expert at pleasing both sexes while pleasing herself. The trouble was, in a town this size there weren't a whole lot of opportunities to fool around without causing a lot of talk and scandal. As a result of finding young Ali in bed naked with her equally naked and even younger son, the future suddenly looked much more fun to Tracy.
As she watched her husband slide his cock into the young girl, trying to hold back, but unable to prevent Ali from forcing her cunt against him, Tracy decided that young Alberta Zimmerman was going to get a complete sexual education from her and her husband. Yes indeed, the future was looking, up. After all, having been found in bed with their young son, Ali wouldn't dare complain or report the boy's parents to anybody, would she?
While those thoughts went through her mind, Tracy Jordan was busy elsewhere. Her long, talented tongue was licking at her young son's colossal cock, moistening the great fuck-pole, lubricating it so it would slide easily into her hot and already heavily creaming cunt. As her tongue lapped and swirled around the great prick, it got even stiffer, longer, thicker. Tracy could hardly believe her good fortune, to find a cock like this after all these years, and right here at home ready for her use any time she wanted it!
She wondered what her little boy would think if he suddenly woke up to find his own mother was fucking him. Not that the thought worried her, they had been quite open about sex with little Kent. Oops, she thought, I guess I'm going to have to stop thinking of him as "little" Kent! Maybe he isn't very tall or gown-up yet otherwise, but he certainly has a man's equipment. Maybe a superman's, she giggled to herself.
Finally satisfied that Kent's cock was slippery enough with her spit, and that it was as stiff as a steel rod, Tracy Jordan positioned her dripping pussy over the boy's towering erection, then slowly, gently, she lowered herself onto the immense, thick cock. All thoughts of Ali Zimmerman and her husband were lost for the moment, her entire concentration was on the huge fuck stick that was about to enter her.
As the firm, fat sleek purple knob of Kent's prickhead was nudged by her desire-soaked cunt-slit, Tracy gasped with pleasure. She supposed that she had wanted to get fucked by a gigantic cock like this ever since she saw her brother Hugo's great fuck-rod. Now that she finally had the chance, she certainly wasn't going to let it get away, even if the superprick did belong to her own young son!
Tracy slowly settled down, her soaking cunt practically sucking the giant cockhead inside her. Although she was more than twice Ali's age, the gorgeous Mrs. Jordan had exercised regularly and her cunt was almost as firm and tight as the young girl's. She was also talented and well-trained through years of practice. Tracy could practically make her cunt do tricks.
She had learned that there are many ways to please others sexually, both males and females, and she put her erotic skills and knowledge to use as frequently as opportunity would permit.
While she loved her husband and the things he could do to her with his talented prick, there was something exceptionally satisfying to Tracy about the huge sausage of a cock that she was now working between her cunt lips and deeper and deeper into her hungering fuck-canal. She could actually feel the great prick-knob parting and spreading the walls of her pussy, forcing her to relax her cunt muscles slightly as the cockhead penetrated farther into her. Kent's whopper of a prick gave her an entirely new erotic thrill.
Tracy felt fuck-stuffed as she had never felt before! It was wonderful, thrilling, lusty. It answered a need she had long felt but didn't quite know how to satisfy. Now she knew! She began to slowly, smoothly, gently raise and lower her hips, pumping that tremendous cock in and out of her steaming, slippery, creaming pussy, thrilling to the friction of her son's enormous prick spreading her cunt, the feeling of her fuck-tunnel walls parting to let it slide in, then squeezing shut behind it as it slipped back again.
With each stroke, Tracy uttered little cries and moans of lustful pleasure. The marvelous, monstrous cock was now pistoning in and out of her in longer, faster, deeper strokes as she picked up the tempo of her movements. Her sexual tension was becoming unbearable, she needed, demanded release. Faster Tracy bounced. Faster and faster. Now she was pumping herself up and down the full ten-inch length of the mighty cock, withdrawing until only the very tip of its great prick-knob was between her swollen, sopping pussy lips, then sinking down hard, burying the entire prick deep in her straining, demanding cunt.
Now, as the full length of Kent's cock pistoned in and out of her creaming, pulsing cunt with each stroke, Tracy's moans became louder. Now her thighs and her hips and her belly started to shake as little tremors passed through them, tremors of beginning orgasm. She continued to slide her dripping pussy up and down the boy's mighty prick, still increasing her speed. Her tremors grew in depth, spreading throughout her bouncing, vibrating torso. Little electric shocks seemed to spread from her nipples, her clit, her cunt, and flow all over her body.
The sleeping boy, still dreaming of Ali sitting astride his aching erection, knew that his dream was about to climax. He could feel that strange tightening in his balls again, just like when Ali sucked his cock. He knew that the funny, sticky, fishy-smelling junk was getting ready to squeeze out of his balls and come squirting out of the end of his cock. A wide smile spread across his peacefully sleeping face.
His mother also sensed that Kent was, about to ejaculate. She could feel deep inside her, the stiffening, the rhythmic swelling of her son's gigantic prick, the wave-like motion down the great cock shaft and into the pulsating prickhead. She was ready. More than ready, she was eager, impatient, seeking, demanding that tremendous, satiating release of her climactic orgasm.
As the force of the boy's eruption built up in his balls and prick, so the force of his mother's orgasmic explosion built up in her cunt and her tits and her thighs and her belly. Now she was shaking all over, quivering in expectation, shivering with lust and desire as the small tremors became larger waves of jerking, clenching muscles, all building to the major climax.
Kent's slim hips suddenly began to thrust upward as the hot cum jetted up from his balls and shot through the length of his cock shaft, pumping in steaming spurts deep into Tracy's womb.
When she felt the pulsating contractions squirting cum from the knob of Kent's prick, Tracy squealed out loud, and spasms shook her entire body. Her powerful cunt muscles clamped down. Her legs and arms and torso started to jerk. Her hips pound down into the boy's groin, rubbing her stiff, hard clit against his pubic mound, triggering an extraordinary orgasm. Tracy cried out, then rolled to the side, squeezing Kent's softened cock out of her like toothpaste out of a tube.
Even then, the boy failed to wake up. His cock was already drooping, little strings of cunt hanging from it as it gradually settled back down, limp and lifeless, between his cum and cream slicked legs. A broad smile of pleased satisfaction lit up his plump, sleeping face.
Tracy had made no attempt to delay or prolong her fuck. Consequently, she and her son reached their orgasms a little before Ross and Ali. She was on her side, now, her head propped up on her hand, a smile of satisfied lust on her face, watching her husband and the gorgeous young babysitter. An occasional twitch still rocketed through her body from her sensitive cunt every now and again. She licked her lust reddened and swollen lips from time to time, her long tongue snaking out of her mouth and swirling around them.
Tracy continued to stare intently as Ross' rigid prick pistoned in and out of the luscious young girl's pretty and tender little pussy. Just watching was getting Tracy all hot and full of sensual lust again. She didn't know which was turning her on the most, Ross' prick or Ali's cunt. Not that it mattered all that much toter. Watching his stiff ramrod pump in and out of the pink fuck-hole was making Tracy itch with desire.
No longer able to restrain herself, she got up and stood behind her husband, then dropped her head to his pumping ass. She reached between his legs and fondled his heavy ball-sack, gently rolling the big, egg-like balls between her fingers. As he picked up speed and depth in his strokes, Tracy figured he was getting close.
She reached farther between his humping legs until her questing hand found his cream-slicked cock. She greased her fingers with Ali's oozing cunt juices, then reached between the two fucking figures until her finger located the young girl's stiff little marble of a cunt. Tracy was startled to find her clit so large. No sooner had she touched it, however, than she felt the girl begin to come. Not wishing to interfere with her husband's fuck program, Tracy quickly withdrew her hand and slid her cream-soaked finger up and down his ass crack that forced him to redouble his fucking efforts, pistoning his cock ever faster and deeper into the straining, demanding cunt of the beautiful young girl.
Ross, when he felt his wife's finger exploring his ass, knew what was coming. That's when he warned Ali that he was about to erupt. As soon as the warning was out of his mouth, Tracy circled his whole with her slippery finger, then abruptly plunged it through the tight sphincter muscle. That had the same effect as puffing a plug, releasing the damned-up tide of cum from Ross' bursting balls, sending it in surging bolts the length of his cock, pumping the jizz into the girl's sucking cunt.
"I've never felt anything so good!" Ali moaned.
"That, my dear Alberta, is the whole idea. That's what the shouting is all about. That's why fucking is such fun. And there are a lot of other things, different things we can do to get off, all of them fun. You've just started, you have a lot to look forward to."
"I don't know, Mrs. Jordan," Ali sighed, "I don't even have a boyfriend. Up at camp this summer I had a sort of boyfriend. Actually, he was another girl's boyfriend, but whenever she was away from camp, which was every once in a while 'cause she had to do stuff for the owner in town, this boy, Ray was his name, and I'd usually get together. But he wouldn't fuck me 'cause I wasn't on the Pill then. So all we did is, I'd suck his cock. That was okay, I really liked to suck his cock, I really dig cock sucking, but it still left me kind of, you know, unsatisfied."
"Why that lousy bastard!" Mrs. Jordan exclaimed, disgusted. "He ought to be castrated leaving you all hung up and horny like that! That's pretty shitty, you getting him off and then he doesn't do a damned thing for you. Even if you weren't on the Pill, he could at least get you off by eating you."
"Oh, that wasn't so bad. I got off pretty good just from sucking his cock."
Tracy Jordan glanced at the girl in pleased surprise. "You mean you got off too, just from sucking his prick? I mean, without doing anything to yourself?"
"Sure. I thought all girls did. I can get off sometimes by playing with my tits, too. Or even, once in a while, just by thinking about sex and boys and cocks and things like that."
Tracy whistled. "Ross, dear, I think we have ourselves a real find, here!"
"Tracy, I do believe you're right," Ross agreed.
"Say, what are you people talking about?" Ali asked.
"We're talking about you, Ali, and how lovely you've become, and about what an exceptionally sexy young lady you are. Any boy that gets you is going to be extremely lucky, dear."
Ali blushed and smiled.
"I think, Ali, it would be a good idea if you took a quick shower now. It is pretty late. As soon as we're done, I'll drive you home."
Tracy led the girl to the bathroom in the master bedroom and proceeded to instruct Ali on the use of a douche. When that little task was completed, the two women went into the shower together. Although they helped each other to wash thoroughly but quickly, Tracy was thrilled and her lust rekindled by handling the sleek and sexy body of the younger girl. She found it difficult to keep her hands off Ali after the washing and drying were done.
Ali dressed herself while Mrs. Jordan slipped into a light sweater and a pair of shorts, then they went out to the car. On the way by in the hall, Tracy gave her husband a peck on the cheek and told him not to go to sleep before she got back, she still had need of his services.
In the car, just before letting Ali out, Tracy Jordan said: "Alberta, dear, I really enjoyed tonight. Did you have a good time?"
"Oh wow, did I ever! I can't remember when I've felt so fantastic! I mean, everything happened so fast, but it really was good." She paused, and her face fell. "I guess maybe what's bothering me is, I mean, Mr. Jordan is a married man. Not only that, he's your husband, and you were right there when it all happened. Doesn't it bother you? Aren't you mad at me?"
Tracy laughed gently and reassured the girl. "Of course I'm not mad at you, dear. It did bother me, but not the way you mean. It made me feel very, very sexy and turned on. I am pleased that it made you feel so good. You have the makings of a fantastically sexy young woman, Ali, and if you'll let me, I'll consider it an honor to help you to learn how to become one. Tell you what, if you haven't anything planned for tomorrow afternoon, why don't you drop aver, say around one-thirty?"
"Why sure, Mrs. Jordan. I'd like that."
They had pulled up in front of the Zimmerman house. Ali thanked Mrs. Jordan again, got out of the car, and ran up the front walk feeling like a new woman. Which, of course, she was.