Chapter 2

It was a hot, humid morning and Steve and Paula Neilson had decided to have breakfast near the swimming pool. They had just seated themselves when a young waitress appeared at the glass door leading to the dining room, carrying the carafe of coffee which always started the Neil-sons' day.

"Good morning, Linda!" Steve allowed his eyes to move over the slim, young teenager, who was a high school drop-out whom Lori had hired only a week before. She was wearing the blue-and-white striped minidress the waitresses wore at breakfast, which Lori had designed herself. It was cut to the very top of the thighs and featured a vee neck cut well belong the ribcage. On Linda Mason it emphasized pointed little tits, the sides of which were clearly visible as the girl leaned forward to pour the coffee. At the same time, the high hemline allowed an ample view of clean white thighs and the soft under-bulges of her firm little ass.

"Good morning," she replied, a little shyly. She still could not get over her good fortune in finding employment at the inn. There were few jobs available in Yorkville at the best of times, and with the exception of a canning factory, the inn was the largest employer in or near Yorkville. "It's going to be a nice day."

Steve, who had been studying the little tits, said, "What do you do after you leave here after lunch, Linda?"

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, really. We live on a small farm and I help with the chores." She wrinkled her nose. "I don't like farm work." She sighed and reached in her pocket for an order pad.

"IH have juice, ham and one egg, toast and marmalade," said Paula, smiling up at the girl and hoping to give her confidence.

"I'll have the same, but make it two eggs," said Steve, reaching for the morning newspaper as the girl walked away.

As she was nearing the dining room, Paula Neilson stretched and gave a groan. 'You don't need two eggs, Steve Neilson. You're horny enough already."

"They're good for me. They keep me virile."

Paula gave a sarcastic little laugh. "After last night I would think you'd need time to recuperate."

Steve reached for his coffee cup, taking time to look his wife over. At thirty-five, she looked younger, her big nicely shaped tits nestled in a white halter which stood out starkly against her deeply tanned skin. "The way you're showing off those beautiful tits of yours, I thought you were trying to make me horny again." Paula said nothing, but viewed him with a wide grin, and he added, "Thank heavens we didn't eat in the dining room. You'd drive those poor salesmen up the walls."

"They could always leave for home and their wives a little earlier." She had to admit she found the appreciative stares of many of the regular salesmen who stayed at the inn quite flattering. In fact, there were at least half a dozen who could turn her right on. "Are you going to let any of the regulars book into Eden, when it opens?"

Steve gave up trying to read the newspaper. "Not very likely to appeal to them. A hundred bucks a night is pretty steep."

"That's for a room, not per person, isn't it?"

"True, but add another hundred for a hostess when you haven't got a wife or girlfriend of your own, and that's pretty heavy money."

"Any more luck on hostesses?"

"No. We have Lori and Terri, and Lori is still carefully checking for others."

"It's only a week away."

"I know, but I'd rather have two or three like Lori than a dozen crummy dogs. After all, in a big city you could advertise openly. Here, we have to be discreet and play it cool. We're pretty certain Faye Coleman will grab at the chance."

"That's the cute leggy blonde who is a maid in the East block, isn't it?"

"Yes, the one with nice tits and a shag cut."

"I thought she was married."

"She is, but her husband is in Alaska or some God-forbidden spot and she misses her tail. Lori's caught her twice getting screwed by our salesmen guests."

Paula grinned. "If it was either Bill Coleman or Grant Henderson, I'm envious."

"You always did like shaking those tits and wiggling your ass for Bill's and Grant's benefit, didn't you."

"You weren't supposed to notice," she chided him.

Steve shrugged his shoulders. "You know I don't mind. I think a strange piece is as good as a tonic for everyone." He caught sight of Linda Mason returning with the breakfasts on a tray. He lowered his voice an octave. "And Lori is checking out Linda too. We hear a couple of the farm boys down the road are screwing the ass off her."

Paula studied the girl as she approached. "Awfully small tits," she murmured out of the corner of her mouth. Then, as the girl proceeded to set the table, she studied the tea-cup sized tits more thoroughly. A man with hands like Steve, she decided, could completely encase those tits. The thought of such a thing happening while the young teenager struggled under the determined fucking of an experienced, older man, brought a mounting wave of excitement to settle in her cunt.

Steve Neilson cut into the slab of ham and watched the firm round ass of the girl as she returned to the main building. "Something like that could be very appealing to some men I've known," he said thoughtfully.

"Including you?" laughed Paula as she poured fresh coffee in both cups.

"Yes, she'd be a tight little thing," he admitted, trying to keep a straight face. "Of course, I would only do it to break her in until she got the hang of it."

Paula was beside herself and almost choked on some toast. "How old is she?"

"Seventeen, I think. But if she's big enough, she's old enough, and besides, if she's getting it, she may as well be paid for it."

"That's only two years older than Judy," pointed out Paula, a little shocked that their own daughter might be getting screwed when she was seventeen. "And talking of Judy, I wonder where she is?"

"Johnny may have eaten before us. He was going to help Lori set up Salon B for that service club luncheon today."

Just then, Judy appeared from a rear entrance. She was wearing a bikini which, even at fifteen, she was filling out quite handsomely. In fact, as she joined them at the table, Steve and Pauline both decided that Judy's tits might be just a little more developed than Linda Mason's.

"No swimming for an hour after breakfast," warned Paula thoughtfully. "And don't let Johnny talk you into it."

Judy smiled, and then looked longingly toward the dining room.

"Maybe you should go and get your own," advised Steve. "The girls are pretty busy right now with all our regular guests."

Just then Linda Mason hurried toward them to take Judy's order and check on Mr. and Mrs. Neilson.

As she started to leave, Steve said, "Have you seen Johnny around, Linda?"

She stopped and turned, dropping her order pad and giving Steve a good view of her small, pointed tits hanging like big pears inside her dress. "He ate at seven-thirty, Mr. Neilson. I think he's helping Lori."

Steve smiled and nodded his head. "Thanks, Linda. I'll see him later." As he speared the last piece of ham, he glanced at Paula. "You won't forget to go to Yorkville this week and sign those papers at the bank, will you? Old Barron will be having a fit." Sidney Barron was the manager at the local bank and had been of considerable help in helping finance the new extension to the inn.

"I was going this afternoon," said Paula. "Did you want me to invite him to the opening?"

"What?" asked Steve incredulously. "The poor guy would have a heart attack." He looked up to find Paula with an amused grin curling the corners of her mouth.

"He may surprise you. You're a man, and you wouldn't notice." Sidney Barron reminded her of Clark Gable in his heyday, and the way he tried to ogle her tits without making it noticeable had always intrigued her. Briefly she wondered if he'd have the nerve to fuck at the right time and in the right place.

"He'd have a fit if he knew he had loaned money for a place like Eden," Steve snorted.

"I can hardly wait for the opening," allowed Judy pensively.

Paula looked at Steve and then shook her head. "You cannot go to the opening," she said firmly.

"Neither can Johnny. You have to be over twenty-one."

"Oh shootl" Judy had suspected sex had something to do with it, but wasn't sure exactly in what way. It was all so mysterious, like the warm glow in her tits and the full ache in her cunt whenever she saw Johnny crawl out of the pool and yank at his swimshorts so there was a bulge in front. "Couldn't I just see through, before it opens?"

"No," said Paula, more firmly. "One day IH explain it all to you."

"Oh nutsl" For some reason Judy had nursed a dim hope that she and Johnny could go to Eden together. There, by some miracle, he would willingly show her his cock and let her play with it. In return, she would let him have a real good look at her tits-even let him play with them, if he wished-and then spread her legs so that he could see and feel her little cunt. Her mind flew to a picture her best friend had brought to school. It was a picture of a boy actually kissing a young girl's cunt, and it had been the talk of the school for weeks. Judy's cunt quivered in response to her daydreaming, but then she was aware of Linda Mason by her side, placing the milk and hot toast before her.

That afternoon, at the bank in Yorkville, Paula Neilson swung long legs out of the little convertible to the accompaniment of low whistles from workmen repairing some steps nearby. She had ignored the current trend to longer skirts, preferring instead to wear hers an inch or two above the knee. This enabled her to show shapely legs and the start of gently tapering thighs to best advantage. Today she had chosen a yellow skirt, with a matching silk blouse which was deceptively plain, but which was a small enough size to show big firm tits with little or no sag, moving joltingly as she walked. Her blonde hair, superbly cut to surround her beautiful face, did nothing to take away from her huge blue eyes, which always gave her an air of innocence most men found fascinating.

In the bank, the relatively young assistant manager took as long as possible to usher her into the palatial office of Mr. Barron. He was reasonably sure she was wearing no bra, and had made a point of dialing a wrong number on the intercom so that he could study her tits more thoroughly as she paced impatiently on the other side of the counter.

Sidney Barron was already on his feet when Paula entered his office. He made a point of dragging one of the heavy chairs from the front of his desk to a place alongside it, so that after the usual greetings he could watch her sit down and cross those fabulously long legs before him.

"I understand you have some papers for me to sign, Mr. Barron," she said, barely managing to resist a grin as the handsome older man tried to take in her thrusting tits and the four inches of creamy brown thigh now exposed below her skirt.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Neilson and the lawyers have signed everything, Mrs. Neilson, but you as a co-owner should sign as well." He pressed a lever on the intercom. "Miss Findlayl Bring those papers for the Paradise Motor Inn file, please."

Paula took the opportunity to insert her finger in the waistband of her skirt, tucking the blouse well in so that her global tits were more pro-nounced than ever. A moment later Miss Findlay appeared, clutching a thick file and placing it before the manager's place. She then opened it and extracted several legal documents which Paula signed.

"That wasn't too painful," smiled Paula as the secretary disappeared through the door. Both she and Mr. Barron, she noted, had watched the tight little ass of the secretary as it swayed from side to side.

"No, it wasn't," agreed Sidney Barron, turning in the swivel chair to get a last look at those fantastic tits. "You know, Mr. Barron, both Steve and I hope you and Mrs. Barron will come and visit the new addition as our guests."

The banker coughed a little nervously. "Oh ... I ... well, I doubt it, Mrs. Neilson. From what I hear by the grapevine, I understand ... well ... it's for the younger crowd, isn't it? I mean ... " he gave a nervous little laugh. "I mean ... I don't think Mrs. Barron would go for all that ... you know ... hot love stuff youmention in the brochures ... "

Paula looked at him curiously. "Oh come on now, Mr. Barron. I don't know Mrs. Barron, but I cannot believe you are past making whoopee and having a good time." She leaned forward so that her tits fell against the silky material of her blouse. "I've always thought of you as a very virile young man."

Sidney Barron made a choking sound. "I'm fifty."

"What did I tell you! In the prime of life. I've always found that men of fifty really know their stuff when it comes to ... to ... loving." She had almost said fucking, but thought better of it. "Besides, a man with your responsibility and all those tensions should have a release every now and again. You know, it's not good being all tensed up and worrying about this and that without having that sexual release nature meant you to have." She could almost hear his mind working. "Mrs. Barron isn't interested anymore, hm?" she asked quietly.

"No. Well ... er ... we haven't slept together for ages. I mean we ... I mean ... she doesn't seem to ... well, want to."

Paula made a clucking noise with her tongue "That's too bad. I thought you looked a little uptight." She straightened her shoulders and noted the flicker of excitement in the twinkling gray eyes. "And this is so convenient-and discreet." A look of hope flashed briefly across his face. "I think that is so important. A man and his wife, or friend, can completely disappear in their room in the Garden of Eden, and there they can have dinner served, have a sauna together, watch a good blue movie on our closed circuit T.V. to get them in the mood. After that-well, I need hardly explain further to a virile male like yourself. You can imagine what a water bed or a vibrator bed can do to two naked people anxious to get to know each other better."

He had to uncross his legs, the stirring in his balls surprising him. He caught himself staring alternately at the outlines of her gorgeous tits and the creamy soft thighs. Somehow, the hem of the skirt was now at least six inches above the shapely knees. "It does sound ... well ... interesting." The hopeful look was back in his eyes, which were focused on those twin bulges in the front of that silk blouse. But then his expression changed to one of disappointment. "But I'm afraid Mrs. Barron just wouldn't ... well ... she's quite a bit older ... and ... "

He had turned in the big swivel chair and now they were facing each other, their knees almost touching, so that when Paula leaned forward this time, she just naturally put her hands on his knees. She noted the little tremble. "That's a shame, Mr. Barron, but we see it all die time in our business." When he looked questioningly at her, she went on. "Our weekend business consists of executives like yourself, with their girlfriends, all trying to unwind." She let him think about that for a moment, and then said, as if it had just occurred to her, "How about Miss Findlay?"

He looked startled and forgot what he was doing, with the result that he covered Paula's hands with his own. "My secretary?" he asked incredulously.

Paula laughed and took advantage of the situation, slipping her hands out from beneath his and putting them on top. At the same time, she lifted his and placed them on her own knees. "Why not?" she asked, with a reassuring little laugh. "Lots of bosses have a little affair with their secretary. She'd be a virgin, I imagine, but she certainly had a very presentable pair of ... pair of ... "Tits!" He shivered as he said it, and his fingers sank into the firm skin at the top of her knees.

Paula gave a little laugh. "I thought you'd noticed, you rascal you. I bet you've been eyeing those firm young tits of hers all this time, and for all you know, she's just been longing for you to unbutton that blouse of hers and take them from their hiding place."

"Good lord!" His cock was actually stiffening in the front of his pants, and the ache in his balls was growing by the minute. Briefly he toyed with the idea of withdrawing one hand from her knee and pulling at his crotch to give his cock more room. But just then her hands seemed to cover his more firmly, and as she sat back to laugh all the more at the expression on his face, her hands just naturally pulled his another three or four inches along the tops of her thighs. "Oh! Good God, she'd never do anything like that. She's so religious, and quite shy."

Paula could see it would take all day to make him realise Miss Findlay was probably dying for cock. 'I'll tell you what, Mr. Barron."

"Can me Sidney."

"Thank you, I will. What I was going to say, Sidney, is that you should come as my guest, have dinner, look the place over, and if you like it as much as I think you will, I wouldn't be surprised if you turn up with Miss Findlay later, for a lost weekend. How's that?" She squeezed his hands, which in turn squeezed her thighs, so she held them a little longer. "If you want to try a sauna or enjoy a massage or use any of our facilities, you can, of course. I took a six-month masseuse course myself," she went on, noting how the prospect of a massage under her willing hands made him tremble noticeably. "And if I do say so myself, I can make a man completely relax during a good massage."

He swallowed hard and stared at her tits. He couldn't believe he would relax while watching those big boobs, with her rubbing him all over at the same time. His cock was jerking like crazy right now, caught up in his underpants and painfully trapped as it tried to thrust upward for relief. "It does sound wonderful," he conceded thoughtfully.

She lifted his hands and put them on her waist, at the same time moving her face nearer to his. Then she kissed him on the mouth, surprising him. "That's for being so nice to Steve and me and making all those financial arrangements," she said, moving his hands up to the sides of her tits before releasing them to see what he would do. She kissed him again, this time allowing her warm, wet mouth to linger for a while. Then, as he gave an enormous shudder and his hands moved automatically to cover and feel more of her fabulous tits, she dropped her own hand into his crotch, gently spreading her fingers over his genitals and giving them an affectionate squeeze. "Lovely," she said softly, when they finally broke apart. "I'll see you for dinner a week from Friday. Shall we say-eight o'clock?"

Sidney Barron cleared his throat and made a gasping sound as he tried to stand up. "Yes ... I guess ... well, eight will be fine. A week next Friday."

They straightened up together, and Paula had to wait until he had removed his hands. A few minutes later she was driving as fast as she could in the direction of the Paradise Motor Inn. She wanted to see the look on Steve's face when she made the reservation for Sidney Barron.

Meanwhile, that afternoon back at the motor inn, Lori Brooks finished supervising the service club luncheon and wandered into the dining room to check on the girls. Her eyes immediately fell on Linda Mason, sitting on her haunches and stowing away the last of the clean linen in a cupboard. For some reason, the way the young girl was sitting in her heels with her thighs wide open made Lori wonder if Linda could sit so straight if fully impaled on a good, healthy, mature cock. While she was thinking about it, Lori made up her mind, and walked over to the girl.

"Hi Lori! I'm almost through."

"That's all right, Linda. I was wondering if I could have a word with you before you go." When Linda assured her she was in no hurry to go home, Lori said, "It'll only take a few minutes. Maybe you could see me in Mr. Neilson's office?"

"Sure, Lori. Is everything okay? I mean, I am satisfactory, I hope."

"Very," smiled Lori, allaying the teenager's fears, and she went in search of Steve to make sure she could borrow his office.

Twenty minutes lata:, Lori Brooks was ushering Linda Mason into the office and steering the girl into one corner of tie modernistic sofa at die far side. She saw next to Linda, one arm along the back of the sofa while she took in the shapely little tit which was firmly pushing the lapel of the low-cut neckline into a gentle arc. "Linda," she said, when they were comfortably settled, "I want to talk to you about Eden, when it opens."

"Oh, really! All the girls are excited about it."

Lori smiled. There was no mistaking the girl's enthusiasm. "I know they are, but we shall be selecting only one or two."

Linda's face fell. "I see."

"Do you know why, Linda?"

Linda pondered the question for some time. "Because most of the guests will bring their own wives?"

Lori laughed and let her arm fall from the sofa onto Linda's shoulders. "That's right, but some may come alone if invited by Mr. Neilson. The main reason we are selecting carefully, Linda, is because all these people are important and they won't want everyone knowing what happens in Eden while they enjoy themselves. Nothing taking place in Eden must ever be discussed with anyone outside Eden, do you understand, Linda?"

Linda brightened considerably. "Oh yes, Lori. I'd never say a word."

Lori smiled at the sincerity of the teenager. "All right. Now, naturally we want girls who like men and who have some experience. We also want girls who look appealing to both men and women." While she talked, Lori unobtrusively brought her other hand up and inserted it into the opening at the front of the girl's uniform. Her fingers trailed over the firm small mound of warm flesh and then gathered it in, the fingertips closing around the base and containing it. Linda gave a startled shiver and sucked in her breath. "That feels beautiful, Linda," she said softly, working her fingers smoothly over the soft little tit as it started to ripen.

Linda Mason swallowed hard. "They're small."

Lori gave a short laugh. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"They're coming along beautifully, and don't forget some men adore small tits."

"They do?" The two boyfriends who dated her rarelymentioned them. One usually sucked her left one just before he came inside her.

"Doesn't your boyfriend admire and play with them?"

"Sometimes."

"Not nearly enough, huh, Linda?" grinned Lori, moving her free hand to the zipper at the back of the girl's neck. "May I take a look at them?" Before Linda could agree, the dress was slipping from her shoulders. "Oh my, yes. They are sensational little tits. Well pointed and perfectly thrust out." She smiled at the bright crimson which had flooded the girl's cheeks. "You won't have to be shy in Eden, you know. Men will want to see these and toy with them. Even kiss and suck on them, if they feel like it. And you should want to flaunt them. Always be proud of your tits, Linda. They're one thing that can drive a man crazy and give you what you want."

Lori was using both hands, kneading and squeezing the fabulous young tits and driving the teenager out of her mind. Linda glanced down to where the soft, smooth hands were gliding teasingly over her excited breasts, a little shocked to see her nipples so big. They were far larger than she had ever seen them before, and the way Lori could stroke and brush at them every now and again, and send tingling streaks of ecstasy to dart all through her tits, was out of this world. She gave a shallow moan and let her head slip under Lori's chin, another shiver of joy racing through her young body as this new position enabled the hand looped over her shoulder to concentrate more fully on her raging tit. "Aaaaagh ..she groaned.

"Yes, that does feel nice, doesn't it?"

"Wonderful."

Lori concentrated on the nubile breasts until they were fully firm and appeared to be straining. Linda's head was moving around beneath Lori's chin. She waited patiently, and when the teenager's face turned sideways, she kissed it near the ear. Linda shuddered and turned her face even more. The kiss this time was nearer her mouth and she sighed gratefully. The hands on her tits now were firmer, stronger, more like a man's hands would feel if he really adored tits.

Lori kissed the teenager again. "You're an affectionate little thing, aren't you, Linda?" she whispered. "And I hear you're getting a little fucking these days."

Linda gave a wanton little cry. It had never dawned on her that anyone knew she was fucking.

"Is it true, you have two boyfriends getting into you?"

This time Linda smothered a broken cry. Everyone in town must know Carl and Frank were screwing her all the time. "Well, I ... I ... "

Lori found the young girl's embarrassment delightful. She allowed one hand to move ever so slowly down to the uniform which was wrapped around the slim waist. Edging her fingers under it, she spread her hand and began a slow, deliberate rotating motion over the velvety smooth belly muscles, feeling them tighten and quiver. She kissed Linda again, this time near die temple.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Linda," she murmured. "Healthy young girls like their cock, nowadays." She allowed her fingers to go deeper, slipping them under the elastic of die bikini-styled brief to scratch through the silky pubic hair. The teenager gave a convulsive shiver, her legs and thighs moving erratically as Lori continued the swirling motion of her fingertips in the thin crop of wispy hair. "How long have you been getting cock, Linda?" she asked softly, brushing her lips against the trembling girl's hair."

Linda took a deep breath, managing to turn her face a little more so that she could look up into Lori Brooks' pretty face. "Since ... since Christmas."

Lori smiled down at her. "Sort of a Christmas present, was it, Linda?"

"It was after a dance," gasped Linda, aware that Lori was trying to push down the uniform and her panties too. She obligingly lifted her hips from the edge of the sofa and shuddered as Lori's hand brushed at her thighs while getting rid of the clothing. It fell around her ankles and she promptly kicked it free. Lori's beautiful mouth pressed hers as gentle probing fingers began a delicate but through examination of her pulsing cuntlips. "Aaaagh ... " she whispered.

Lori held the kiss as she studied the girl's saucer-like blue eyes. They were already veiled with lust, with a yearning look in them. Lori trailed her tongue back and forth across the quivering lips, parting them occasionally and boring her tongue inside. She began to milk at the tit she was holding, and at the same time gather the tight cuntlips between her fingertips. A moment later the teen-ager was gratefully spreading her thighs to give Lori more room to perform the sensational plucking of her cunt. She twisted and moaned, not wanting to lose either the fingers on her delirious cunt or the warm, affectionate mouth on hers.

To Lori Brooks the experience was one she would never forget. It had been a long time since she and her sister had indulged in anything like this, and she had never realized how capable she was when it came to arousing another woman. She eased the pressure of her lips. "So you've been fucking regularly since then, hm?" she mumbled, her tongue stabbing around the warm, wet mouth. When the teenager nodded slightly so as not to lose the soothing kisses, Lori said, "And you like it."

"I love it," she gasped.

Lori stopped pulling at the cuntlips, her forefinger stroking at the slit for a moment and then moving into the moist wetness as the girl shuddered and moaned. The finger was immediately smothered in a burst of hot come. "Lovely," whispered Lori, stretching her finger in to the hilt, the tight little cunt closing in around it and almost sucking on it. "That's perfect," smiled Lori, hoping the come bursting through her own panties was not soaking into the sofa. She pulled her finger out of the pulsing hole and then reinserted it with a second, widening out the throbbing cunt and holding them just inside. As she had expected, the young girl wanted more. She began an urgent thrusting of her hips in order to get more of the delicious fingers inside. The firm round ass was bouncing on the edge of the sofa. Rich, creamy come flowed freely from around the fin-gers as the anxious cunt waited in vain for a big, full-sized cock. Lori waited until the teenager's excitement had reached a crescendo. Then she kissed her tenderly on her cheek and nose. "How about cock, Linda?" she asked softly, as the girl's moans got louder and more pathetic. "Do you like to suck a little cock now and again?"

"Yes, God yes! I love it, Loril I love it!" She'd only sucked cock twice. Both times she had been so excited she hadn't known what she was doing. Suddenly she realized the sensational stimulation of her cunt had ceased and she gave a cry of dismay. She was hanging on the peak of die most fantastic orgasm she had ever had-and now it was fading, dying collapsing in pain. "Oh Lori!" she whimpered, managing to sit up halfway and turn so that she could wrap her arms around the older woman's neck, "Lori, please!"

"How about your cunt, Linda? Ever have it chewed by those boyfriends of yours?"

Linda made a choking, strangling noise in her throat. "No," she cried, her body now wracked with twitching convulsions. "No, I never have."

Lori straightened up to face the girl, her hands moving to the hard young tits to knead and squeeze them affectionately. "Some men love to eat cunt," she said softly, the pitiful expression on the teenager's face touching her, "and some are very good at it. Mr. Neilson is one and he loves to eat a girl's cunt." She laughed at Linda's expression, which had suddenly changed to one of alarm. The big blue eyes became unbelievably wide and she started glancing in the direction of the door. "I thought Mr. Neilson might drop in before," admitted Lori, smiling as Linda Mason gave a series of wild shudders. "I guess he must have got tied up with the contractors across the road." She was very disappointed Steve hadn't made it. Watching the teenager minister to his cock would have been something to see. And it wouldn't have been difficult to talk him into fucking the little doll just to see how she behaved under pressure. She pensively bunched the brazen little tits and impulsively moved her face closer, and the teenager grunted with relief as Lori's hot, wet mouth closed around two inches of excited tit For several minutes, Linda Mason stood the tantalizing sucking of her tit. She moaned pathetically, her hands moving here and there and finally landing on Lori's head. A moment later Linda began falling backwards against the sloping arm of the sofa, her head falling over as she braced her shoulders and thrust her tit more forcibly into the fiery mouth. As she did so, she was vaguely aware that Lori was standing now, bending over her so that the ravishing mouth could continue its work. But then Lori's soft hand was brushing across her thigh, and a moment later was lifting it onto the sofa. "Aaaaagh ... " she whimpered as a hundred fingers seemed to tease her everywhere. Never in her life had she known such ecstasy. Usually her boyfriends played with her tits awhile, and then with her cunt, briefly. After that it was steady humping, and not enough of that for her liking. Now she cried out as Lori switched to the other tit the fingers gliding and fluttering over her thighs and then her belly, over her cuntlips and even under her ass.

Lori suddenly stopped sucking, kissing the teenager's tits instead, and nipping the tiny spring-like nipples with her teeth. She smiled approvingly as Linda moved her own hands up quickly to squeeze and bunch the tits almost proudly. "That's it darling," murmured Lori delightedly. "Just relax and play with them yourself. Men love to watch girls who play with their tits. It makes them nice and horny." She dropped to the floor between the girl's squirming legs, her mouth planting kisses first over the firm round belly and then on the pubic mound itself. The blond hairs were almost invisible, and Lori couldn't wait to see the expression on Steve Neil-son's face when he caught the first glimpse of Linda's gorgeous loins. She brushed her fingertips back and forth along the creamy-smooth thighs, her own cunt pulsing and throbbing as she watched Linda try to widen hers even more. She licked at the crease where the lovely thigh joined the exquisite torso above. Then, very slowly and very affectionately, she lowered her mouth and placed her lips on the spongy, bubbling little opening of Linda's sumptuous cunt.

For one fantastic moment, Linda Mason thought she would pass out. She clawed frantically at her own tits, trying to quench the fire. Every muscle, every nerve-ending in her youthful, burgeoning body was exploding at once and she fought to catch her breath. For another frightening moment, she had an urge to straighten her legs and close her thighs. She fought the temptation and released her tits, reaching down and grabbing at her thighs to keep them open. A few moments later she was enduring the unbelievable experience of having her clit stroked and tickled by a stabbing, darting tongue. With a long, pitiful, despairing cry she stood the attack as long as she could. By then, the full sensuous mouth of Lori Brooks had actually slipped inside her cunt, her tongue guiding the startled, excited clit to her lips. Almost immediately Linda could feel her clit being drawn and sucked through the older woman's lips. She tried to help by flipping her hips, only to find they were securely immobilized under Lori's wrists. Then she rode out the storm as the mountainous orgasms which had been building all this time exploded like a volcano, a blanket of blindness sweeping over her as her brain rocketed into orbit and she screamed with relief.