Brilliant sunshine poured through the east window of Alberta Zimmerman's bedroom and fell across her sleeping face, waking her as effectively as a splash of cold water. She abruptly sat up in bed, glanced at the clock, and discovered with a shock that it was almost ten thirty in the morning. She'd slept for nearly ten hours without waking!
Ali stretched, then groaned softly. She was 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: sucking little Kent's huge cock, finally losing her virginity to Mr. Jordan, and Mrs. Jordan's invitation for this afternoon. No wonder she felt a little stiff and sore here and there!
Ali bounced out of bed, went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then, drawn by curiosity, she went into the room she still thought of as her parents' bedroom, although it was just her father's now.
The big house was kind of empty with just Ali and her father living there. She had had an older brother, several years older, who had been killed five years before in a freak accident. Both her parents were badly broken up when that happened, and her mother, determined to have a son to replace the one who had died, got pregnant. She had been warned about having any more children after Ali's birth, but she ignored the warning and died in childbirth, the baby dying with her.
Mr. Zimmerman, although he loved his daughter dearly, had become withdrawn and distant. Not that he was mean to his little girl, he just kept all his emotions buried, afraid to show them even to his own daughter. Ali knew he cried a lot. She'd heard him late at night, and she had long wished there was something she could do to help her father, whom she dearly loved, in these times of his troubles.
The reason Ali went into her father's room was that the only full length mirror in the house was in there. Ali knew she'd been a homely girl until earlier that summer. She knew it even though her father always told her she was pretty. But now other people were telling her not only that she was pretty, but that she had become a real beauty. Ali had wished she was not so tall and that she had tits like most of the other girls and that she was better looking, but she'd never spent a lot of time feeling sorry for the way she looked. After last night though, her curiosity got the better of her.
Ali stood in front if the mirror, naked. She tried to examine herself objectively, but she wasn't entirely successful. She could see many of the changes, but she still saw much of what she'd thought homely, too. Like most truly beautiful faces, hers had many flaws. Her nose was too big. Her lips too heavy. Her mouth too broad. Her cheek bones too prominent. The individual features weren't that good, but when you put them all together they came out usually lovely. Ali could see the flaws, she failed to see the beauty that those flaws combined to create.
She could appreciate what other people, especially male other people, found attractive about the rest of her, though. She still thought she was too tall and too skinny and her legs were too long, but she could tell that, in spite of their length, her legs were very well shaped, even without stockings. Athletics had developed firm muscles and given her a trim, solid, yet gorgeously contoured body.
Most of all, though, she appreciated the jutting mounds which so completely filled the chest that had been flat and fleshless just a few months earlier. It didn't take a genius or an artist to realize that she had two exceptionally lovely tits. They were big, really good handfuls, but not heavy big like Mrs. Jordan's. Ali's tits were more slender, like thick cones, and they thrust straight out from her slightly bony ribcage without a hint of sag or droop, in complete defiance of the laws of gravity. There had been a restricted area at camp for the girls who so wished to get an all-over tan, and the areas covered by Ali's bikini were only slightly paler than the rest of her beautifully tanned body.
Ali took one full, jutting tit in each hand and bounced them gently, then lightly squeezed the burgeoning, firmly soft flesh. She liked the feeling of hands on her tits, her hands, anybody's hands. It made her feel that funny itching squirminess inside again. Even as she watched, the wide areolas that completely covered the ends of each tit began to puff out until they looked like little tits on top of the big tits. And her nipples popped out and grew into little hard, slender rods, projecting from the centers of the aureoles.
As Ali bounced and squeezed her tits, and stared at them in the mirror, she found that she really dug them. They were turning her on, almost as much as Kent's or Mr. Jordan's, or even Ray's cock had. And they were her own tits! As the lustful feelings grew in her, Ali hefted her tits again, then bent her head down and raised first one turgid, stretched nipple to her lips, then the other. At first, she just licked at the stiff little rods, then she concentrated her mouth on one and flicked the other with her fingers. Now she sucked the hard nip into her mouth, rolling it between her lips, rasping the sensitive, flat, pebbly end with her tongue. Finally, she nipped lightly at it with her teeth.
All the while she was playing with her nipples and her tits, she was watching herself in the mirror. The sight was making her more and more excited. She could feel the juices from inside her cunt starting to ooze out and slide slowly down the inside of her strong, slender thighs. That turned her on even more! Then, as she accidentally nibbled a little harder on one swollen, sensitive, and incredibly stretched nipple, a powerful wave of orgasmic spasms bolted through her, forcing an involuntary squeal of joy from her lips, and shaking her like a dustmop.
"Wow!" Ali exclaimed out loud to herself. "That can sure save a lot of time and trouble. Hey, that's neat. I can turn myself on by watching myself, and then get myself off the same way!" She giggled. "That means I can get off whenever I want to, whether there's anybody else around to help or not!"
Still giggling to herself, she continued to suck on her nipple, but dropped her other hand to the honey-colored mat of silky, curly hair at her crotch. A finger searched through the thick cunt-fur until it reached her dripping wet pussyslit. The finger softly parted the swollen, pouting pussy lips, stroked back and forth along the creaming 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, lightly rubbing her tingling cunt with her thumb as she did so. Consciously experimenting to find out what she liked and what she didn't, what got her off quickest and what didn't turn her on at all, Ali had spread her legs apart so she could see her cunt better in the mirror, yet keep on sucking her tit at the same time. The mirror was inside a big, walk in closet, and if she stood just right, the light reflected from the mirror and lit up her pussy like a spotlight.
She watched her fingers move in and out of her cunt, her thumb massage her taut, tingling clit and her lips suck at her tense, stretched nipple. As her exploring fingers moved around inside her cunt, she kind of grabbed herself like she would a bowling ball. Suddenly, the tips of her fingers struck a wildly sensitive spot and she shrieked out loud. Tremendous orgasmic spasms rocketed up her thighs and through her body, leaving her shaking and sweating and panting.
"Jesus Christ almighty, what the fuck was that?" Ali exclaimed, swearing out loud for the first time she could remember. The depth and power of the climax her fingers triggered left her scared and trembling. She decided she'd better not do that any more, at least, not until she learned more about what it was and what it could do to her.
Deciding that she'd done enough fooling around with herself for the present, Ali turned off the closet light, closed the door, and retreated to her own bathroom for a quick shower. After bathing, she dressed in a light summer dress, one that she particularly liked, that she'd gotten the previous spring.
The light tan, almost cream-colored dress made a perfect contrast to her silky-smooth, deeply tanned skin with its light coating of downy girl-fuzz. Of the five buttons up the front from waist to collar, she could still only button the bottom two. Her full, thrusting tits just wouldn't let the remaining buttons hold. She stared at her reflected image, turned from side to side to see herself from different angles, and decided that maybe the dress wasn't so bad after all. The dress was so tight across her chest that there was no way her tits could fall out.
The difference in her appearance, a difference that even Ali herself could see, made a tremendous difference in her self-confidence. Ali strode out of the house with her shoulders back and a confident spring in her step, and headed down the street the ten blocks across town to the Jordan house. Between her new posture and the slight swagger in her walk, her new figure, her tan, and the thrust of those gorgeous tits, every male head turned and every male-eye followed her progress. And a lot of the females did so, too. Some with admiration, most with envy. Many, if not most, failed to recognize the tall, sleek, incredibly sexy young woman as the formerly skinny, homely Alberta Zimmerman.
When Ali rang the bell at the Jordans', Tracy Jordan opened the door almost as if she'd been waiting behind it.
"My, but you look absolutely smashing this afternoon, Ali. Come on in."
Ali looked Mrs. Jordan up and down as well. Tracy Jordan was wearing an almost transparent robe of some filmy material. Underneath the gown she had on a strange bra, it had only the bottoms of the cups and they lifted her heavy tits up and shoved them out kind of like a shelf. Tracy wore long, black mesh stockings with a black garterbelt, and red patent leather shoes. That was all.
"Wow! That's same outfit, Mrs. Jordan."
"I'm glad you appreciate it, dear," Tracy replied. She locked the door again, then turned to her guest. "Come on upstairs, Ali. I think just maybe I might have a few goodies that'll fit you. We'll get you the rest of the way out of that constricting dress," she giggled. "I'll bet you had some heads turning today, walking down the street in that. I think maybe you've grown just a little bit across the chest since you bought the dress."
"I guess," Ali laughed, following her hostess up the stairs. "Where's the rest of the family this afternoon?"
"Well, Ross is at work, of course. Kent's spending the day with a friend. So you see, we have the afternoon all to ourselves, isn't that nice?"
In the master bedroom, Ali found that the bed had been stripped except for the bottom sheet, and that Mrs. Jordan had placed a bunch of unfamiliar objects on a small table beside the bed.
"All right, Ali, let's get you out of that dress, now," Tracy said. "Here, let me help you."
She stood behind the girl and snuggled up to Ali's firm, round, high-riding ass, put her arms around the girl and hugged up against her, moving her hands up the unbuttoned front of the dress and underneath the cloth, until she had one firm, jutting tit in each warm hand.
"Now these are what I would call great tits," Tracy sighed. "They feel even better than. I thought they would when I saw them last night."
"Mrs. Jordan, what are you doing?" Ali murmured, her voice revealing a mixture of alarm and pleasure.
"Just feeling your gorgeous titties, dear. And that's only the beginning. This afternoon, you're going to learn that there are a whole lot of things that two women can do together to have fun without men. Tell me, Ali, do you ever get turned on, you know, sexually excited, by a pretty female face or body?"
"Of course not!" Ali protested without thinking. "I'm no, what do you call it, lesbian?"
"Now, now, I didn't mean that. I love to fuck, but I also love to fool around with a lovely woman. I want to fool around with you, that's why I invited you over this afternoon. No, don't say anything yet. You see, Ali dear, my husband and I have taken a strong interest in you. We feel that not only are you now about the loveliest girl in this whole town, but you also have tremendous potential of being one of the sexiest. It all depends on you, thought. If you want to learn, want to find out how to make other people feel good while making yourself feel good at the same time, we want to help you learn. We don't want to force you in any way. We want you to want to learn, to completely enjoy what we teach you, even while you are learning."
"You sound like some of it might be unpleasant," Ali interrupted hesitantly.
"Not really. Some things may seem that way at first, only because they are new to you, or because you might think them different or unusual or perverse. But if you want to learn, really want to, I think you'll like everything we do, at least I hope so." She paused, turned Ali around, then unbuttoned the two buttons that held the dress together. "Now, let's get you out of the dress."
Tracy peeled the dress back from the girl's firmly thrusting tits, unable to keep her eyes off of the gorgeous, pink-capped little mountains with their little nipple-towers already erect and poking out like tiny twin cocks. The woman slid the light material down around the girl's slimly rounded hips and let it fall in a pool around her feet. Ali stepped away and reached down to pick up the dress. While she was bent over, Tracy Jordan swiftly thrust her hand between Ali's legs and lightly gripped the girl by the cunt.
"Yeah!" Ali squeaked in shocked surprise. "What are you doing?"
"Just curious. Ross said you were a hot little thing, and I was just finding out if he was right." Tracy laughed. "I don't know why I say 'little', you're at least a head taller than I am. I guess it's because you're so young and lovely and innocent and eager."
Ali giggled. "And what did you find out?"
"Ross was right. You are hot. Your cunt 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 over an inch and look like they're almost ready to burst. God, girl, your nips are incredible, they look almost like little pricks on the end of your fantastic tits."
Tracy didn't say another word. She couldn't, her mouth was full of one of Ali's fantastic tits. As she sucked on the nipple and rolled it around with her tongue, tiny droplets of a sticky, sweetish fluid oozed from the flat, hard, pebbled tip. Tracy sucked harder, then took the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist it and roll it and squeeze it gently, then with greater pressure.
"Oooohh! You're going to make me come!" Ali exclaimed.
Almost as soon as the girl said it, the first wave of passion spasms swept through her, making her shiver with pleasure, her hips started to buck forward and upward in fucking motions.
Tracy released her guest. "Yes, Ross was definitely right. You're hotter than the legendary two-dollar pistol. Now, Ali, I want you to get on the bed. Put your head down on the pillow and kind of stabilize yourself with your arms, but spread your knees some and keep your gorgeous ass up in the air."
When Ali was in the proper position, Tracy poured some kind of warm oil on the girl's ass, then massaged it lightly, working her fingers closer and closer to the puckered little asshole. Then she took a tiny rubber syringe, squirted a few drops on Ali's asshole, and quickly slipped the pointed rubber tube of it inside, giving the bulb a light squeeze that forced more of the warm oil up Ali's virgin ass bud.
Ali started to protest, but Tracy urged her to be calm and patient. As soon as Ali relaxed again, Tracy selected two of the strange implements on the bedside table. The first, a large cock-shaped vibrator, was about ten inches long, and inch and a half thick, and was soft and flexible like a real cock. Tracy coated it with the same oil, then put it back. The second implement was a thin, flexible rubber rod attached to another vibrator. Tracy also coated it with oil, then soothingly stroked Ali's oiled ass before bringing the tip of the rod to the girl's well-lubricated asshole. Without turning on the vibrator, Tracy gently eased the flexible rod inside Ali's ass, just a fraction of an inch at a time, until finally all eight inches of it were in.
Now she picked up the rubber cock. After first rubbing her fingers back and forth several times along the opening between Ali's dripping cunt lips, Tracy carefully slipped the monster cockhead of the rubber prick into the girl's eager pussy. Slowly, gently, with a slow pistoning motion, Tracy worked more and more of the big fake prick into the girl's cunt until eventually it was all inside Ali except the control knob at the end.
"Okay, kid, brace yourself," Tracy warned.
"Why?"
"Because you're about to get the sensation of your life!"
With that, Tracy Jordan quickly switched both vibrators on. Ali's back arched, her hips started humping like they were fucking a cock, and the girl shrieked a long, low, keening wail as wave after blasting, spasmodic, orgasmic wave of climaxes bolted through her. Ali's powerful young clit at muscles contracted so strongly that the rubber cock was fired out of her pussy like the cork from a popgun. The rubber ass reamer rod was also forced out of the gut.
Moments later, Ali lay collapsed on the bed, sweat streaming from every pore, but a wide, satisfied grin on her swollen lips.
"Wow, Mrs. Jordan, that was really something else! I didn't know what you were doing, and I didn't much like it at first, especially when you poked that little rod up my ass, but when you turned those things on, it was sensational."
"Was it as good as getting fucked, Ali?"
"No way. That doesn't mean I didn't like it, 'cos I sure did. But it was a different feeling, at least it was for me. Like I said, I liked it, it was fantastic, but I still like fucking better. 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 afterwards."
Tracy Jordan disappeared into the bathroom, then returned a moment later with a pan of warm water and a washcloth. She dipped the cloth in the water and carefully rinsed the oil from Ali's ass, then dried her ass crack and dusted it with talcum powder. When that was done, she had the girl lie on her back with her legs spread wide. Tracy then gently and carefully sponged Ali's pussy with the warm water, causing Ali to squeal with delight from time to time when the warm wetness stimulated her taut clit, or felt especially soothing on her lust-swollen cunt lips.
Tracy now inspected her handiwork closely, holding a light up to get a better look at the sweet, juicy young cunt.
"Okay, Ali, I want you to watch what I do. You hold this mirror so you can watch my face, my lips, and my tongue and see what they are doing to you. Let me know what you like and what you don't like. But watch carefully, I'm going to give you a test on what you learn."
"What do you mean, give me a test?"
Tracy laughed, "I mean, I'm going to have you do to me what I do to you. If you don't get it right, you flunk."
"And what are you going to do to me if I flunk?" Ali giggled.
"I don't know, but I'll think of something. You'd just better not flunk!"
"What are you going to do to me, Mrs. Jordan?"
"Well, it's called a lot of things. It's called cunnilingus, and it's called muff-diving and it's called cunt-lapping and it has a lot of other names, but most commonly. I guess, it's called getting your box eaten. And I guess we're probably familiar enough now so you can call me Tracy. Somehow, it just doesn't seem right for you to call me Mrs. Jordan in this situation."
With the light shining on her pussy and the mirror positioned, Ali watched Tracy Jordan carefully, at least at the beginning. She watched as Tracy's long, red tongue slipped between her already creaming cunt lips and swirled up and down the length of them, sending little lust shivers through Ali. She watched as the older woman licked around her already stiff clit, then closed her lips around the tiny, erect little cock like organ. Then Tracy, her teeth padded by her lips, nipped Ali's cunt.
"Yeeow!" Ali yelped as a major orgasm thundered through her body, leaving her shaking and jerking and sweating all over.
Tracy wasn't done, though. As soon as the girl's hips stopped humping, she bent back to Ali's cunt again. Now she parted the slippery, swollen lips with her fingers, then bent her face down so her nose rubbed against Ali's still erect clit, but Tracy thrust her tongue deep into Ali's cunt, first swirling around, licking and sucking out the dripping cream, then searching upward, against the forward wall, as if seeking something special. She found it.
Alberta Zimmerman, who practically never swore, hollered: "Holy fucking shit almighty!" as she practically catapulted up from the bed, her muscles jerking, her cunt twitching, her tits burning, her clit on fire as a tremendous orgasm bolted through her like lightning, leaving her limp and quivering all over.
"Jesus Christ, girl," Tracy muttered, rubbing her badly bumped nose, for when Ali's hips shot up, they slammed into Tracy's face. "There's sure no doubt you have one and it's sensitive as hell!"
"Have one what?" Ali asked, still panting and trembling from the intensity of the climax that had shaken her so.
"What they call a 'G-spot'. It's a place up in the front, not very far inside your cunt, but kind of hooked under, that's very excitable. Almost as much as your clit. As a matter of fact, I'd say a whole lot more so in your case."
Tracy showed Ali how to find her G-spot, and Ali found it, causing another major tremor to shake her again.
"Jesus, talk about quick on the trigger," Tracy murmured. "Okay, you've gotten off several times now, Ali. It's time to put your new-found knowledge to the test. Ready?"
"I guess so. After I had those orgasms, I kind of forgot to watch what you were doing, but I think maybe I can do the same thing. Will you test me if I'm doing it wrong and how to correct it?"
"Sure, kid," Tracy replied, laying back on the bed with her legs spread wide, her already creaming cunt open to Ali's view.
Ali sprawled out on her belly between Tracy's legs and pulled herself up into position where she could lick at the older woman's hot pussy. While Ali was adjusting herself, she remembered the peculiar, wild orgasm she'd given herself earlier in the day and decided that it must have been the same place, her G-spot, that she'd hit then. That gave her a better idea of how to go about getting Tracy off.
The girl caught on quickly. Although the idea of licking up the hot, gooey juices dripping from Tracy's cunt was at first kind of revolting, Ali quickly discovered that she liked the tangy, sticky stuff and quickly began to lap it up, swirling her tongue around the hot fuck-hole, then pausing to lick at Tracy's tiny, hard little clit. That fired off the older woman's first orgasm, which Ali almost missed. Tracy's first climax of the afternoon was a small, delicate shudder, followed by a kind of shrieking giggle, not very loud.
"Are you okay?" Ali asked.
"You bet. I don't come as violently as you do, Ali."
"Boy, so that's what it was. You don't hardly come at all, do you?"
"It may not seem that way to you, dear, but you must understand that from inside me it is quite satisfactory and extremely pleasant."
Ali decided that Tracy should have a bigger, better orgasm and thought she just might know how to bring it about. She searched the general area inside Tracy's steaming cunt with her tongue until a sudden quick upward lurch of the woman's hips and another little giggle indicated Ali had found Tracy's G-spot. Ali waited until Tracy's little twitches stopped, then began all over, almost from the beginning. She licked around and around inside Tracy's pussy, purposely avoiding her sensitive trigger spot. Then she did the same around Tracy's clit again, just lapping around it without ever quite touching it with her tongue.
Ali's teasing tonguing was having its effect on her hostess. Tracy was getting more and more agitated, more and more impatient.
"God damn it, Ali! You're doing that on purpose! I wanted you to get me off some more."
Ali giggled softly but continued with what she was doing, which was getting Tracy hotter and hotter. Ali had to hold onto Tracy's hips with both hands now, Tracy was fidgeting and squirming around so much. Figuring that Tracy was ripe and ready now, Ali gave her a final licking, then plunged her tongue into Tracy's cunt, slathering it across the woman's G-spot at the same time she rubbed Tracy's clit with her nose.
Ali was right, Tracy did have a bigger, better orgasm. She had a tremendous orgasm! Tracy's feet shot straight out, stiffly. Her arms pounded on the bed. Her hips humped up into Ali's face so hard that she bounced the girl almost off the bed. She screamed out loud and screamed again, then doubled up as if in pain, only to straighten out again as another massive climactic spasm rocketed through her.
Moments later, exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Tracy lay on her side, still puffing for breath and sweating like a horse.
"God almighty!" she gasped, "I thought I was teaching you something new! Where the fuck did you pick up that trick, Ali? Shit, I've never in my whole life gotten off like that before!"
Ali looked at the older woman shyly. "It's the first time I've ever done it, Tracy. I just kind of thought about you having such tiny little orgasms that it seemed kind of a shame, so I decided to try something a little bit different. It seemed to me if I get off great from both my clitty and my G-spot, maybe you would too, so I did them one at a time and it worked but not very big. So I tried them both at the same time, and I guess that did the job?"
"It sure as shit did, Ali. And thanks. I guess I'm not too old to learn some new tricks myself."