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Ali's first woman.

     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 ablolutely smashing this afternoon, Ali.  Come on it."
     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 some 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 that 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.  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 sniggled 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 not, 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 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, though.  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, Ali.  Some things may seem that way at first, only because
they are new to you, or because you might think them dirrerent 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 slipped 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.
     "Yeep!" 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 gell
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.  A 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
tupe of it inside, giving the bulb a light squeeze that forced more of the
warm oil up Ali's virgin assbud.
     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 attched 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 cunt 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
girl.
     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 much like it
at first, expecially 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 asscrack 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 ot 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 bette 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 clit.
     "Yeeow!" Ali yelped as a major orgasm thundered through her body, leaving
hr 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 toungue 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 mittered, 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."
     "Can I find it myself, Mrs. --um-- Tracy?"
     "Sure, but be careful, it's easy to hurt yourself in there."
     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 tell me
if I'm doing it wrong and how to correct it?"
     "Sure, kid," Tracy replied, laying back on the bed with her legs spred
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 satsfactory 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
tounge 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 women 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."