"Dad, is Ali okay?" Kent asked, concerned about the girl. After all, she had fallen down on top of him and then rolled over off him with her arms and legs kind of jerking around like a puppet's.
Ross had flopped down on the bed beside the girl and his son after his cock was expelled from her mouth.
"She seems to be all right, Kent. I think maybe it was a little bit too much for her all at once, but she's breathing okay." He put ear to her cushy chest. "Her heartbeat is strong and steady, too."
"That's good, Dad. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to Ali. I really like her. Even before last tight and today. She's the best babysitter you ever got for me."
The object of his admiration slowly opened her eyes and peered around the bed.
"Oh, wow!" Ali exclaimed, shaking her head in wonder. "There just aren't words to say how fantastic that was! What did I do, faint?"
"Yeah, you passed out cold," Tracy answered. "So how do you like a three-way now?"
"God! Incredible."
"Well, dear," Tracy went on, "don't expect it to be quite like this every time you have sex. I don't mean just fuck, I mean have sex of any kind. Sometimes it'll be wonderful, sometimes only fair, and once in a while it won't be so good. It'll depend on how you feel, how your partner feels, how good you are together, a lot of things. And you don't have to have a three way to love fantastic sex."
Before anybody could say anything else, the telephone rang. Tracy picked the instrument up off the bedside table and, after a brief conversation that consisted mostly of listening, she hung up.
Ali looked uneasy. "What time is it, anyway?"
"Oh God, Dad'll kill me! I promised him I'd be home early and have dinner on the table when he got home from the office."
"Don't worry, dear. I apologized for keeping you so late, and promised you'd be home in about a half hour. He calmed down and said it was okay, that he'd go out and get something to eat. He said he hadn't meant to rush us and he understood that things can come up," Tracy paused as a rush of laughter broke her up, "and something sure did, several somethings. Anyway, you have time to take a shower and freshen up before you leave. If you like, you can have dinner with us."
"No, I'd better get home, but thanks anyway," Ali said, picking her clothes off the floor and heading for the bathroom.
"I guess you'd better have something to show your father for the all the time you spent there," Tracy called. "If you earn good money babysitting so long, maybe it'll make him feel better about not having his dinner on time."
Ten minutes later, when Ali left, Ross and Tracy were bathed and in their bathrobes and Kent was in the shower Ali protested that the twenty dollars Ross paid her was far too much even for a regular afternoon of babysitting, and it was especially too much after all the fun she'd had. Ross and his wife insisted through, so Ali finally took the money.
When Ali got home she heaved a big sigh of relief because her father's car wasn't in the driveway. Not that she was actually scared, but she was a little bit nervous about him seeing her in the dress she'd worn. She was kind of popping out of it. She giggled to herself. Maybe if he did see it he'd let her go shopping for some new clothes. She decided to leave the dress on to show him how badly she needed something new that would fit right.
She fixed herself a sandwich and a glass of milk and was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard the car pull into the driveway. The garage door opened, and shortly afterward, her father appeared in the hallway. His eyes popped as he stared at his teenage daughter, shocked at the way she filled out the top of the dress almost to bursting it apart. He'd known she'd matured some over the summer, but he was used to seeing her in sloppy sweatshirts and jeans. He hadn't realized just how much the kid had grown up. Or rather, out.
"My God, girl!" he groaned. "What's the big idea wearing something like that? Don't you have a shred of decency? That dress is too obscene, is what it is!"
Ali stifled a giggle. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to shock you. When I got home from the Jordans' a little while ago, I wanted to put on a dress. I tried several of them, and this one fits the best. It's the only one I can even get into. You see, I kind of grew some, really quite a bit, across, you know, the chest."
Herman Zimmerman laughed and replied: "I guess you have, Alberta, I just guess you have. You'd better go downtown and buy yourself a new wardrobe, and the sooner the better. I can't have my daughter parading around town like same kind of scarlet woman, now, can I?"
Ali smiled. "Thanks, Daddy. I'm meeting Ada Harris at the theater for the first show, then we'll probably go to her house afterwards, but I should be home no later than midnight."
She was gone before her father could object. It wasn't until several minutes later that he remembered what she had been wearing when she left. She was a beauty, and so much like her mother. With the same sparkle and lust for life. The same incredibly shapely figure. The same long, glorious legs. The same big, sharply thrusting tits!
Oh my God! he thought to himself. Maybe I need a woman. Here I am, staffing to lust after my own daughter! If only she didn't remind me so much of her mother. But that's not her fault, it's mine for thinking that way.
He sighed and went into the living room to read the paper. He would have changed his mind and brought his lovely daughter home if he'd known what she had in mind for the evening!
Ali hadn't lied to her father, she was going to meet her friend Ada at the theater. She was going to the movie, and they were going to Ada's house afterwards. Ada's parents weren't home though, and Ada had invited some kids over after the show. When Ali dashed up to the ticket office at the theater, Ada was waiting there for her.
"It's about time you got here. The feature's going to start any minute."
"Sorry, Ada. I got home late, and I had to talk to Daddy before I left." She giggled and added: "When he saw how this dress fit me, he almost burst a blood vessel. I ran out of the house too quick for him to make a change. Do you think the boys'll like it?"
"Jesus!" Ada moaned. "Will they ever! God, I knew you'd grown some tits over the summer, I could tell by the way you filled out those old sweat shirts, but I hadn't realized you'd grown so much."
"Who's going to be at the party?"
"That's a surprise. Just wait and see. They couldn't make it to the show, but they'll pick us up here when it's over."
During the movie, which didn't much interest Ali, she discovered her thoughts kept returning to her father. She loved her father dearly, and he really was a very handsome man. She wondered what it would be like to go to bed with him. Suddenly she realized where her thoughts were leading: she wanted to have her father fuck her! She could feel herself blush all over. The sweat started to pop out. Her cunt was creaming something fierce, and her clit and her nipples were hard and tingling!
The thought bothered her, but the idea intrigued her. Yes, she really would like to go to bed with her father, fuck him and have him fuck her, suck his cock until he came in her throat, do all those things that she'd been learning about, but do them with him! Ali squirmed in her seat, all fired up with lust for her father, and wondered how long the damned movie would last.
Ali was lost in her own thoughts when the show finally ended. If anybody had asked her what it was about, she wouldn't have had the faintest idea. Still thinking about her father, she followed Ada out to the lobby and on outside to a car that was pulled up at the curb in front. A long, low wolf-whistle roused her from her thoughts. She recognized the car, a very expensive European car. It belonged to Gary Hopkins, probably the richest kid in town, maybe in the whole county. His father owned the bank and God knows what else, and Gary was a student at one of the expensive colleges out East. He'd never even said hello to her before!
The door of the long, low, sleek and powerful sedan opened and a tall, handsome, blond young man got out. Ali had never seen him before in her life.
"Ali, I'd like you to meet Hadley Cushing. He's your date for tonight. He's a friend of Gary's from the city, and they're classmates at college. Hadley, this is Ali Zimmerman."
"I am really very happy to meet you, Ali," the boy said, obviously surprised that this beauty was to be his blind date. "From what Gary said, you aren't at all what I expected."
Ali laughed, pleased. "Gary hasn't seen me since just after he got home from college at the beginning of the summer. I've been a camp counselor ever since and, I have to admit, I've changed a little since last spring."
"Jesus, is that the understatement of the century," Gary's voice exclaimed from inside the car.
Hadley opened the back door and held it for Ali, then climbed in after her. Ali's friend Ada got in front with Gary. Ali knew that Ada and Gary got together once in a while for sex, but she didn't know they ever dated. After all, Gary was four years older at least, and a sophisticated college man and all. Of course, Ada was a doll, and she'd been fucking Gary since she was eleven they'd lived next door to each other all their lives, practically.
Before she went away to camp, the thought of having a date with a college boy who quite likely expected to fuck her before the evening was over would have scared the shit out of Ali. Tonight, although the blind date was kind of a spur of the moment thing, she was really looking forward to it. She found herself wondering whether he was a good fuck and whether he was well hung or not, thoughts that were all pretty new to her.
She didn't have long to wait. As soon as Gary drove the car away from the curb, Hadley drew Ali to him and gave her a long, slow, gentle kiss. His tongue probed softly, then more insistently between her lips, snaking its way into her mouth where it explored every nook and cranny. While Hadley's tongue explored her mouth, his hands were exploring the rest of Ali. The boy obviously knew what he was doing. No feeble, fervid groping, he was smooth, deliberate, and skilled.
It was new to Ali, new and completely, thoroughly enjoyable. As a girl who had never dated, whose only sexual experience before the previous day had been sucking her friend Ray's cock at camp, and who had lost her virginity only about twenty-four hours earlier, Ali had no experience at petting and conventional foreplay. She'd never "French kissed" before it was all different and delightful!
Although the experience was new, and she had no knowledge of what was expected of her in return, she let her instincts guide her. While Hadley's hands were wandering over her body, she let hers do the same over his. When one of his hands slipped inside the wide opening of her dress and gently roamed over one of her bursting tits, she ran her hand up and down his back and caressed his neck just below the cars. When Hadley's other hand slowly and firmly but gently snaked up her leg from ankle to her cream-soaked crotch, Ali let her free hand drift down his chest and then wormed it under his waistband, seeking his cock. She was delighted by what she found.
Hadley spoke first: "Christ, Ada, you didn't tell me it was going to be like this," he panted, sweat beading his forehead.
Ada, who had her face buried in Gary's lap where she had been sucking on his cock, sat up and looked into the back seat. "Like what?" she gasped.
"Your gorgeous friend Ali here, is hotter than a firecracker. You told me she was a virgin and didn't fool around!"
"Not exactly," Ada responded. "I told you she gave head but that was all, and I didn't even know that for a fact, only from what she'd told me."
Ada went back down to concentrate on Gary's growing erection. Ali, in the meantime, had unzipped Hadley's fly and withdrawn what seemed to her at first to be an endless prick. It was only beginning to harden, but it reached from his crotch up under the waistband of his shorts, and seemed to be growing up past his belly button!
"Good grief!" she exclaimed joyfully, "There doesn't seem to be any end to it! This is the kind of cock she'd dreamed about!"
The un-circumcised head flopped out finally. Hadley's cock was so long that she couldn't reach from the root to the tip with one spread hand, and it was so that she couldn't close her fingers around it without really squeezing hard. Thrilled with the thought of sucking and fucking this gigantic prick, Ali set to work without another word.
Ali lowered her head to Hadley's huge prick. She kind the soft and silky skin. Then, on impulse, she thrust the hard, pointed little tip of her tongue into the opening of his foreskin and swirled her tongue around the throbbing, swollen cockhead.
"Oh Jesus! Oh God! Stop it, Ali. Stop it, I'm going to come in your mouth! You're too much, I can't hold it!" Hadley moaned.
Ali was holding his giant cock in both her hands, thrilled by the feeling of the soft and silky skin on her fingers, excited at the thought of eventually having the monster prick pumping in and out of her eager, creaming cunt. Instead of stopping, as Hadley asked, Ali opened her jaws as wide as they would go, then sucked the whole enormous ball of Hadley's prickhead into her demanding mouth. Then, pumping on the stiffening cock shaft with both hands, and still lapping with her tongue at the heavy prickhead, she felt his cum shook from his heavy, egg-sized balls up the length of his thick cock shaft and jet with surprising force into her mouth and throat.
Thirstily, she gulped the steaming jizz as it pulsed from the nozzle of his jetting cockhead, swallowing every drop. When the cum stopped spurting, Ali withdrew the softening cock from her mouth, peeled the tight foreskin back from the head, licked it clean, then turned to Hadley.
"I'm glad you couldn't hold it, Hadley. I really wanted your cum."
"Great God Almighty!" Hadley groaned to his friend in the front seat. "If this is your example of a boondocks virgin, I don't think I could stand a girl with experience. Jesus Christ, Gary, I don't know about her other skills, but Ali here, is about the most talented cocksucker I've ever met."
"I know, and I've got other talents, too. Just you wait and see." Ali turned to peer over the front seat at her friend, Ada, who was just now half-swallowing Gary's cock, and said: "I hope were're going right to your house. I'm horny as hell."
Ada gurgled something undistinguishable.
Gary was having a hard time concentrating on his driving, but managed to grunt: "Patience, Ali, we're almost there. Except we're going next door, to my place instead of hers."
Suddenly, Gary swung the car violently to the curb and slammed on the brakes, which caused a lot of horn honking and unpleasant remarks from the cars that were behind them. Ada's head was going up and down over his lap like a yo-yo.
"What the fuck is going on up there?" Hadley demanded.
Gary, still panting after shooting off into Ada's mouth, puffed: "Sorry about that, but Ada got me off and I wasn't quite expecting it."
Both Hadley and Ali burst out laughing. Gary wasn't too pleased at first, but soon he was chuckling too. Even Ada, her mouth still full of cum, giggled.
"I guess maybe I should have wait," she gurgled, then leaned her head out the window and spit the cum into the street.
"God, Ada, what are you doing?" Ali demanded. "You're spitting out the best part. Don't you how that cum is full of rich proteins and good for your skin and all sorts of great things."
"Maybe so, I don't know," Ada retorted, "but next time if you want it you can have it. I don't much like the taste. Usually, I know when he's going to come and I can get clear before he spurts, but this time he caught me by surprise."
"I caught you by surprise?" Gary grunted. "For shit's sake, girl, next time, at least waist until we're parked! Now, if it's all right with, everybody, let's get on to my house."
Everybody chuckled. In five minutes they were pulling into the long, curved driveway to the Hopkins' big house a couple of miles out of town on the bank of a pleasant little strew. The creek had been dammed and landscaped to make a little lake for swimming. As soon as they were out of the car, Gary suggested that they all strip and go skinny-dipping.
Gary Hopkins was an only child. His parents were away in the city at a bankers convention and it was the servants' night out, so the four kids had the place all to themselves.