She kept fucking up and down, pumping on his cock. Then she slowly raised up and stood, her back still facing him, her lovely naked buttocks milky white in the soft light.
She turned: "Oh, that was so beautiful… so wonderful, darling. Thank you… oh, James, what a beautiful hot fuck… thank you, darling!"
Without disturbing either Catherine or Leslie, both he and Alice walked past their contorted bodies and entered the bathroom.
"Catherine and I had a simply marvelous time in here," she said as she sat down on the toilet. "Just wonderful!"
Then she told him how she'd sucked Catherine's young tender pussy as she sat on the john.
"A thrill of a lifetime," she laughed. Then she wiped herself and stood up, flushing the toilet. "I wish I could stay longer," she said, washing her hands. He stood in back of her and rubbed his semi-erect cock between the crack of her marvelous ass. "I love that!" she sighed.
"I wish you could, too, Alice," James said.
"But I've got to go away tomorrow. Must get ready tonight." She paused. "And, by the way, I won't be in the office Monday. That's thanks to the work we did today."
When Alice was fully dressed, she kissed each of her new friends in turn. Then, laughing happily, she left.
Catherine and Leslie stood up. Together they embraced James Groten.
"Jimbo," said Catherine, "and that's what I'm going to call you, I don't know how to thank you for such a wonderful time."
"Me too, Daddy!"
He grinned. "You can both thank me tonight in bed," he said. He gave each a love pat on the bottom and then he went into his bedroom to think things over.
CHAPTER TWENTY
In the happy days that followed that first fantastic weekend, Leslie and Catherine became inseparable. Catherine was practically living with the Grotens. It seldom came as a surprise to James to glance down to see who was licking or merely idly playing with his penis – and find Catherine. Of course, all of their erotic behavior was kept a close, dark secret.
As for Alice Duerr and James Groten, they became more and more intimate. Each day a new rumor would be concocted and spread like wild fire over the office.
But none of these did any real harm. Some were vicious, but most were sparked only by envy and acute jealousy. Often pretending they were very busy with one chore or another, they would lunch together in his or her office. This would generate other rumors. Many times, however, they ate in that Italian restaurant they visited that first Saturday.
One special event involving all four of them was a thrilling weekend in the country. It was an early autumn that year and in the Vermont woods the usual mid-October hunting season had been moved up for one political reason or another. But in any event, this meant that James Groten's company's hunting lodge had to be made ready for those guests it would accommodate. The company treated its valuable customers excellently.
Thus it fell upon Alice Duerr to fly up and get the place ready. The company chartered a six passenger Cessna for Alice's use, and, of course, she invited James, Catherine and Leslie for the weekend.
When the girls met James and Alice at the airport, the biggest surprise was the handsome young pilot. They had never expected this. Catherine and Leslie were half thrilled to death. The pilot was paid to stay with them until Monday morning when they'd all fly back to La Guardia.
When the craft was loaded with the necessary provisions, the take off was as smooth as a bird in flight. The trip was exciting, especially for Catherine and Leslie. This was their first flight.
As the light aircraft floated through scattered puffs of white clouds, Leslie squeezed Catherine's hand. They were seated next to each other in the last seats. Her father and Alice Duerr were just in front of them.
It was hardly necessary because of the noise from the twin propellers, but Leslie whispered: "Honey, I just can't wait till we get up there, I mean down there. God, I'll go nuts if we don't figure out some clever way to get that pilot alone, away from Alice and Daddy so we can have some hot fun. You agree?"
"Hell, yes. I'll bet he's got a beautiful prick. Anybody that handsome's just gotta have a nice thick tool."
"Alice says there's a little lake and the water will probably still be warm enough to swim in. That'd be an ideal place to make him horny, especially if we dive in wearing only our panties and bras."
"Great idea."
Moments later, just before sundown, the small craft glided toward earth and touched down on a small airfield several miles from the hunting lodge. Here a station wagon would be waiting.
Once they were in the lodge – and it was truly a dreamy woodland hideaway, totally isolated from civilization – James helped Alice unpack. The girls went off exploring with the pilot. His name was Jimmy Blake.
"But you look so young to be a pilot," Leslie was saying as they hiked through the woods.
"I learn fast," laughed Jimmy.
Catherine winked at Leslie. "We're on the right path to the lake. Come on, let's hurry before it gets too dark." Her young pussy was burning with desire. Catherine either had to have Jimmy Blake or she had to be alone with her darling Leslie.
Leslie felt exactly the same. Her ripe young breasts were full of passionate desire. Her panties were moist and her tender pussy was yearning to be stroked and kissed.
As for Jimmy Blake, who was twenty-six, his first look at both girls brought one expression to mind: jailbait! But that didn't stop him from admiring them. Neither did the idea stop him from imagining what it might be like to make love to either one or, for that matter, both.
It was their idea that he join them in the trek for the lake. He wondered if he wasn't reading too much into this. They had both gripped his hands warmly when he agreed to go with them after Leslie's father told him to go off and have a good time with the girls.
At the lake they found a small cabin. It was beautiful and lonely and woodsy.
"It's a paradise!" Leslie exclaimed.
"Like the Garden of Eden," said Catherine.
Jim Blake laughed. "Right on, and we've got two Eves, haven't we?"
The girls laughed with him. "And one Adam," they said almost in unison. All three laughed.
"All we need is the forbidden fruit," Jimmy offered.
The girls giggled.
Leslie ran down to the lakeside.
"The water's perfect," she declared. "It couldn't be better. Hey, come on down here, you two!" she yelled.
Jimmy and Catherine ran down the path joyfully. Both were holding hands. Leslie felt a swift sharp pang of jealousy, but she quelled it. How on earth could she really be jealous of her best friend?
"How about a dip?" asked Jimmy.
"Bare ass?" joked Catherine. She hugged the young pilot. He kissed her forehead. Again Leslie felt jealous.
And Jimmy Blake sensed this instantly. "Hey, Leslie," he said, "come up here. Since you're the old man's daughter, I've gotta ask you something, okay?"
Ah, thought Leslie, that's what's bothering him. He wasn't sure what would happen if her father knew.
For a moment the three talked.
"I don't keep any secrets," said Leslie, "and especially from Jimbo."
"…and neither do I," echoed Catherine. "He's our good friend and he understands us."
Jim smiled. "Would he understand if we all stripped and went in for a dip?"
"What the hell's wrong with that?" both girls asked. "He wouldn't say a thing."
"What if I kissed you, Leslie?"
Leslie grinned. "Well, that'd be just fine but you'd also have to kiss Catherine."
"He could take turns with us," Catherine laughed happily. She felt just great. The ice was breaking. She knew it wouldn't take long before she and Leslie could literally rape him. And that was their intention, was it not?