While Leslie and her father were taking ever so long in the kitchen, Alice Duerr had plenty of time to indulge a strange and fierce compulsion. She found herself fatally attracted to young Catherine. She didn't want to believe it – not at all! No sooner had she sat next to her on the couch than she felt an inexplicable rumbling in the pit of her stomach. Then she noticed her large breasts were swelling up even larger, her nipples becoming more tender. But the most excruciating pleasure signals were in her cunt. Never before had her clitoris actually itched. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter. All of this occurred in the space of a very few minutes.
Suddenly a spark was ignited. Alice burst into a sensual flame that swept up over her body from her naked toes to the roots of her hair. She was literally vibrating. When their knees accidentally brushed together, Alice found herself trembling with passion, electrifying currents of a new and different ecstasy thrilling her body.
Their first kiss was pure magic! Alice couldn't resist touching Catherine's soft pink lips with the tip of her index finger. And when Catherine playfully bit it, Alice threw her naked arms around Catherine's shoulders. She hugged her close to her massive breasts.
And Catherine didn't resist! She felt as if she were in some kind of mysterious fog, a bit dizzy. When Alice's hand caressed her breasts, naked under the buttoned-up shirt, she began to squirm and quiver. Her breath was coming faster and faster! When Alice's fingers reached inside her blouse and grasped her soft, warm breast, her fingers massaging it, rubbing her delicate nipple, Catherine suddenly began kissing Alice's lips harder, inserting her pink tongue, Alice sucking on it. The two females were panting and whimpering together.
"Oh, what are we doing? What are we doing?" This was Catherine's voice. She began to murmur and stutter as Alice's mouth covered her lips. Now Catherine's tongue was licking all over Alice's warm face, sliding up over her nose, then down to the corners of her mouth. "What are we doing? What's happening to me?"
Alice comforted the trembling girl, whispering into her ear as she continued to stroke and fondle her thrilling young breasts. "It's all right, baby it's all right, honey. Just relax. Just relax. You're so beautiful. You're so lovely…"
Ever so slowly, ever so teasingly, Alice's fingers were unbuttoning Catherine's shirt. Catherine helped Alice slip it off and now the young girl was stark naked to the waist.
"They're going to come in… oh, stop… they'll be in… and catch us… they'll…"
"It's all right. Don't worry, honey. It'll be all right," Alice reassured her, now bending her head and brushing her open lips across Catherine's jutting nipples. Alice's tongue was caressing and licking, then her lips closing tightly over the precious young nipples, finally her teeth nipping them as Catherine moaned and began to sob as the sensations from Alice's tongue circulated through her breasts, making her nipples sting and itch.
The next thing Catherine realized was that Alice was opening her blue jeans. She felt her fingers slipping down inside over her naked belly. When the fingertips touched the top of her pussy, and then slipped down lower between her delicate pussy ups to graze over her clitoris, Catherine let out a little scream.
"Ohooooooooo, my clitoris… yessssssss. Oh, Alice… Alice… your fingers… your fingers aghhhhhhhhh, ooooooohoooooo, ohooooooo."
In the back of Alice's thoughts there was just one idle fear: of being caught by James and his daughter. But somehow, and she couldn't explain her own intuition, she knew deep down that nothing drastic would happen.
She based all of this on her own intense, original feelings, the wild, beautiful sensations in which she was wallowing as she felt the young girl twisting and squirming in her arms. Catherine's naked breasts were responding to her tonguing and her hot kisses as she twisted her fingers and finally managed to push them up into Catherine's pussy.
Alice clamped her hand over Catherine's mouth as the young girl began screaming, muffling the animal cries as she kept pushing her fingers up in deep and puffing them out of her hot, moist cunt. She could feel Catherine pumping back on her fingers. She suddenly pulled them out. She also pulled her hand out of her jeans.
"Stand up, darling. I want to take down your jeans."
"Oh, we… we couldn't do that! I'm already naked enough. No. No, we just… we just… we couldn't…"
And by the time she'd finished complaining, her jeans were down to her ankles. Alice grabbed her and pulled her trembling naked body down onto the couch.
She quickly pulled down her own hot pants and then she folded young Catherine into her loving arms.
This was when Leslie and James came into the living room.
At first, James didn't know what to think. Being truthful to himself, he couldn't actually be shocked or even surprised. Alice Duerr was obviously unpredictable! He remembered how swift their first sexual encounter had been, how abruptly she wanted to suck his cock earlier that very morning, how she had swallowed his hot come, and how desperately she'd wanted him to suck and lick her fiery pussy on top of her office desk. And, of course, how anxious and hurried she'd been to rush home with him.
So, the scene before his eyes came as little surprise. He turned to Leslie. "Does it make you jealous, honey?"
She shook her head. "Not really. It makes me hot! That's what it makes me!"
"Me, too," he whispered. "Should we disturb them? They still don't know we're watching."
This was true. The distance between where Leslie and her father were standing and the couch in the living room was considerable, but both Leslie and James could clearly hear the females panting, the liquid sounds of their fingers as they stabbed in and out of their gushing cunts.
"Oh, yes. Come on. Let's go in, Jimbo," Leslie smiled. "Your friend Alice is obviously no beginner. Look how she's sucking on Catherine's breasts!"
Jimbo felt his prick hardening. He closed his free hand over it. What pure luxury, he was thinking, glancing down at the tray, then at his lovely daughter, her sweater open now, her magnificent breasts almost totally exposed. He loved her pink nipples. Then he looked into the living room. Again the sight was one of unadulterated luxury.
Catherine's hand was cupping Alice's vagina, her fingers frantically combing Alice's brown pussy hair. Alice was arching her half-naked body. James saw her kick off her hot pants and curl up on the couch, her mouth busy on Catherine's breasts, sucking her flesh, dabbing her tongue over Catherine's hard nipples as Catherine fingered her pussy, Alice now spreading her thighs open and thrusting back on the penetrating fingers.
"Yes. Let's go in, honey," he said. He had to clear his throat. By now his prick was rock hard.
As father and daughter crossed the rug and stopped just in front of the coffee table, both with wide smiles on their faces, Alice looked up.
"James, honey, I just… I just couldn't help myself," she said slowly, each word punctuated by a hot wet kiss on Catherine's tender nipples.
"It's okay by us," James said. He put the tray down on the coffee table. Leslie sat on the floor close to Alice's bare feet.
"I don't know what to say for myself," Catherine cried. She blushed. She sat up. She felt woozy, half out of it. Her pussy ached. Her fingers were coated with Alice's slippery pussy cream.
"No sweat," said James. He handed each of the females a glass. "My favorite recipe," he grinned, taking one for himself.
"Aren't you even a little upset, Mr. Groten?" asked Catherine. Her face was wreathed in bright smiles. A shudder traveled through her naked body.
"I'm not as old fashioned as you think."
Alice smiled. "He's new-fashioned, and I find that delightful!"
"I love him," said Leslie softly. She looked deeply into her father's clear eyes. "He's the best father in the whole world," she added, sipping her Scotch sour.
Whatever embarrassment there might have been was quickly and easily erased when Leslie took Alice's bare feet into her lap. Then she raised them up and brushed Alice's naked toes all over her warm breasts, Alice wiggling her toes playfully, staring down at Leslie with tenderness in her eyes.
James straightened out his legs. He knew that any one of them looking at his crotch could see his erection poking up inside his trousers. He liked this kind of uninhibited freedom. He was even tempted to play with his prick as he watched Alice's toes roaming all over his daughter's luscious globes, but he didn't. He looked at Catherine. Christ, was she lovely! Her youthful nakedness excited him terribly.
"I wonder how we deserve one another," he said.
"Oh, I know, Jimbo," Leslie said, brushing her tongue across Alice's wiggling toes, "it's because we're human beings and we're not afraid."
Alice smiled, once more folding Catherine into her arms, kissing her lips, her closed eyes, fondling her breasts and stroking them. "I agree. This is all so perfect!"
"It's out of sight!" That was Catherine.
This was when Leslie inched closer to Alice. She spread Alice's thighs wide apart, exposing her wonderful pussy. She began to kiss up her silky thighs. James slid around to the other side of Alice's naked legs. Alice looked up at him approvingly. Her eyes were gleaming. Catherine was once again petting her vagina, her avid fingers crawling teasingly all over her silky pussy hair as she kissed her mouth maddeningly.
"Are all three of you going to love me?" Alice moaned.
"All three of us," James Groten answered. He reached up and began to unlace her leather bolero vest. Soon he had her massive breasts exposed. Catherine squealed. And bent her head, kissing the lovely breasts eagerly, caressing them, stroking them, bouncing them playfully as her tongue slid over Alice's erect nipples.
"James," said Alice, "James, take out your prick!"