"Oh!" Leslie screamed. "Oh, my God! It's crazy. It's crazy!!"
Now Miss O'Brien was sucking Leslie's tender cunt lips. She was kissing wildly, passionately. She would lick her tongue all over Leslie's trembling belly, then kiss her thighs, her fingers fondling and caressing Leslie's warm breasts. Then she would bury her face between the girl's open thighs and suck with all her strength.
Leslie was squirming all over the floor. She was moving across the wooden boards. Miss O'Brien, still on her belly, gripping Leslie's upthrust legs, was following her, her body now off the towel, her heavy breasts scraping across the rough wooden planks in the cabin.
In not too many more moments, Leslie's moans were turning into deep animal-like grunts. She was breathing through her open mouth. Her head was swaying from side to side. Her toes were wiggling. She was twisting and turning, almost as if she were trying to escape the furious tongue sucking.
"Oh, suck me. Oh, Miss… Miss O'Brien, your tongue! Oh, God… it's happening! Oh, now yes! Yes! Now, it's… oh golly!!"
So – that was the beginning.
And even as Leslie Groten lay quietly, Miss O'Brien's face was still close to her open pussy. She would breathe in Leslie's youthful odors. She would lick up over her belly. She would nibble on her delicious breasts. She would kiss her and when their tongues met for the first time, Miss O'Brien trembled.
The older woman loved kissing Leslie. She loved nursing on her nipples. She liked to run her wet tongue down her pretty legs. She adored kissing the young girl's little toes.
She would embrace her. She would hold her closely to her shivering naked body. She urged the younger girl to suck on her nipples as she did to her, to massage and rub her breasts together, to weigh them in her hands and then let them fall heavily before Leslie would grip one of her rubbery nipples between her teeth and chew on it as Miss O'Brien cried out for her to do.
Leslie would never forget that the sun was already sinking and there was a bright golden glow, a reflection in the quiet lake waters before they both put their bathing suits back on and took separate paths back to the camp.
And that evening, very late, was the first time that Leslie sneaked up into the treehouse and spent more delicious moments with her first female lover.
That entire summer was one of bliss and incredible happiness for young Leslie Groten.
And why all these memories were now flowing through Leslie Groten's thoughts was because of what her new friend Catherine had done to her only minutes ago.
She loved having her buttocks caressed, her skin licked, and especially her cute little asshole teased with the tip of a tongue.
It had been Miss O'Brien who had done it to her first – and it was to Miss O'Brien's twitching asshole and hungry hairy pussy that Leslie had first paid a kind of homage she associated with the imagined beauties of heaven itself.
Now it was Catherine's turn to have her asshole worshipped…
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The atmosphere of a normally busy work day in a business office is so radically different from a quiet Saturday when the monstrous office buildings seem to be taking a breather. James Groten was delighted! There was not a sound to be heard as he sat behind his desk reading the outline for the new prospectus he was about to write.
Some thirty floors up in the clouds over the vast city he felt as though he had ascended into another world. From his window he could see the winding river in the distance. Taller buildings with their pointed spires grew up all around him. As his ears grew more and more accustomed to the profound silence, he could distinguish the faint ticking of the water cooler out in the corridor. Once he heard it gurgle, and for some reason, this amused him.
Then suddenly, abruptly, the caressing silence was shattered. He heard a door slam shut down at the far end of the corridor. The noise waves rushed with explosive force into his ears.
Someone had come in the office entrance foyer.
He heard the swift, evenly paced tap-tap of a woman's high heels coming down the corridor in his direction. He looked up.
"Good morning, Mr. Groten!"
It was Alice Duerr.
"You surprised, James?"
"How did you know I was here?" he smiled. He was really pleased to see her. She sat on the edge of his desk. The folds of her coat had opened and he could see a long expanse of sheer nylon pantyhose right up to the crotch of a brief pair of hot pants hugging her vagina, molding and outlining her hairy mound.
She lit a cigarette. "Called your house. Had something important to discuss with you." She dragged on the cigarette and exhaled. "Found you were here. Your little daughter has a lovely voice. Sounds bright!"
James thanked her for the compliment.
"I'm not disturbing you… too… much, am I?" she asked, a foxy grin in her deep eyes. She had a lovely face. She was wearing her long hair as a frame around it, and he was impressed.
"Nope… not too much," he grinned. "I did want to deliver this thing by early next week. It'll put us a month ahead, if you know what I mean."
"That's what I came to talk to you about. I would have phoned, but there's no way to reach any of the interior phones on weekends or holidays." She unbuttoned the top buttons on her suede coat. She slid it off her shoulders. He caught his breath. "So I just came on down. You're not the only one with a key," she laughed.
Her breasts, under an impossibly tight leather bolero vest which revealed more than it obscured, were positively fabulous! Her long arms were stark naked. The vest laced down the front and he had no difficulty in seeing the wonderful curves and the mysterious dark cleavage between her tantalizingly beautiful globes.
When she stood up and hung her coat up behind his on the office door, he caught his breath again. The hot pants hugged her rounded buttocks like a glove. The crack of her ass dividing her luscious bottom cheeks was unusually exaggerated, the soft initial curves of her swelling buttocks excitingly visible.
"I've never seen anything so sexy!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you, James. Believe it or not, I did it for you." She sat back down on the desk. This time she balanced her high-heeled foot on the edge of his chair. She was facing him. She hugged her knee up to her chin. She stared smilingly into his eyes.
"I think I treated you rather shabbily when we were in the apartment," she said softly. "I don't know what got into me, pushing you around like that. Forgive me, James, pretty please?"
As she leaned forward, he could smell her delicious perfume. He could see her flesh between the wide laces of the bolero vest. As she leaned to stub out her cigarette, only half smoked, he saw her left nipple. It was erect and full.
"I guess I forgive you, Alice."
She took another cigarette from an open pack on his desk. She bent forward as he lit it for her. Her long hair almost caught fire. They both laughed.
"Does my little costume arouse you, James?"
She stood and spun around on her tiptoes, thrusting her buttocks back at him, then bending half over, then giggling and standing up straight, throwing her bare shoulders back and thrusting out her massive breasts.
"Need you ask?"
She laughed. "Stand up. Let me see… if I do excite you."
"No."
"Oh, James… James, why you're embarrassed, aren't you?"
"So would you be," he grinned. His cock was fully erect, smothering inside his shorts, pressing up against his hairy stomach, almost reaching up to his belly button.
"Stand up. Let me see, you dirty young man!"
He felt his face blushing, his blood rushing up to his head. He felt sweat trickling in his armpits. But he stood up. Alice Duerr gasped.
"My God! Look at the size of that prick!"
Hearing the word prick in the office stunned his sensitive ears.