Chapter 2
Mitch took his time in the bathroom, and when he emerged in his white satin robe, he saw that his wife was asleep, and he grinned. His tongue was sore to the root, for he'd given the old doll a workout with it, and between that and the drinks she'd had this morning, it was safe to say she'd sleep for a couple of hours. Still, he wasn't taking any chances.
Very quietly, he left the bedroom and went to the bar in the living room, where he meticulously began mixing Fern's cocktail. He could just see the top of Lucy's head. She was sitting in the big, glove leather chair, looking out at the smoggy city. She knew he was there behind her, but she didn't turn around. She was sulking. She was good at that.
"How was the lunch I missed, Lucy?" he said.
"Probably better than the one you had," she answered, not turning.
She almost surely knew he went down on her mother, but she probably didn't know how much. She certainly didn't know that he'd licked her mother's pussy so much in the past few months that he could scarcely stand the sight of it, although the sight of Lucy's sweet young pussy would be an entirely different matter. She wasn't dumb, and she wasn't innocent. He was sure she'd peeped at him and Fern during their lovemaking, and hi fact he'd encouraged this by leaving the door slightly ajar on those occasions when he knew Fern was going to let him fuck her. At the time he'd told himself that he just wanted to give the kid a thrill, but now he knew there was nothing like seeing his magnificent body in action to break down a girl's reserves. Seducing her was a foolhardy and dan-gerous undertaking which might lead to his eviction from this sybaritic existence, but then again, what was life anyway without a few risks thrown in? Still, he must reduce those risks to a minimum.
He called for Sarah, and when she came from the kitchen he said, "I have a craving for some of that good, hard Italian salami, the kind they carry at Buo- nicotti's on Tenth Street. Have Nelson run you down there and pick some up, will you? Do it now."
"Yes, Mr. Greaves," she said. "Do you know if Mrs. Harley can call Mr. Nestor back? He sounded like it was awful important."
"Mrs. Harley is resting now. That, and my salami, are more important than Mr. Nestor's telephone call. Will you go now?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and with a look of mild disgust on her moon face, she went back toward the kitchen, removing her apron.
Half of Lucy's face appeared over the back of the chair. Her hazel eyes were wide with hope and with fear, and Mitch winked at her and bore the drink on a silver tray to where he hoped his wife would still be sleeping.
She was, and he smiled. He set the tray down and quietly went into the bathroom again. He slightly ruffled the hair he'd just combed to give it more of the bedroom look, and he slapped a little after-shave around his loins. He examined his face closely for blemishes, and finding none, he left the bathroom with confidence that the servants were by then gone from the penthouse. He took the cocktail with him.
Lucy was still in the big chair. He took the tray to her and held it before her, saying, "Your mother is taking her afternoon nap, so you may as well drink this. Go on, Lucy. Take it. After all, you've got to live up to your reputation of being naughty."
"Like mother, like daughter?" she said, her hazel eyes smoldering angrily beneath drooping, long-lashed lids. "Well, I don't want to be like her."
"In some ways, she's not so bad. In fact, you'd be doing well to emulate her in some ways."
She picked up the drink and sipped it, squirming about in the big chair, still looking up at him. He put the tray on the floor and sat down on the chair arm, smiling back at her. "Did Sarah and Nelson already leave?"
"I guess so." She was dressed in a tie-dyed tank top and raggedly cut-off jeans, both of which were quite tight. She could have been one of the many little teeny-boppers he saw walking the summer sidewalks
New York, had it not been for the stemmed crystal glass in her hand and the eight-hundred-dollar platinum watch on her wrist.
"You guess so?" he said. "You don't know if we're alone or not?" As he said it, he shifted to allow his robe to slide open, exposing much of the golden-fleeced leg she'd been scratching so recently, and he was gratified when her gaze involuntarily nickered down to it briefly.
"I know she's still here," Lucy said, nodding her head in the direction of the bedroom.
"And sleeping very soundly."
He'd been feasting his eyes on that trim little figure beside him. She was half-girl, half-woman-and all appealing. She might never be the raving beauty her mother was, but she had a highly stimulating aura of vitality about her that was not entirely due to her youth. She was still growing. Her knees were a bit too knobby and her calves and thighs too slim, but they looked very good to him, deeply tanned and able to stand up to hours of dancing to her kind of music. Her hips were slim and her waist was absolutely tiny, but the pubic bulge in those faded jeans was quite prominent and beckoning. He was almost sure she wasn't a virgin. Her breasts were small, nothing more than titties, but they were well-shaped already under that thin covering of brightly-colored cotton knit, and they were unsupported by a bra, as he had seen through the large armhole in the flimsy little garment. He ached to see them, to see all of her naked, but he only glanced at her covered body and kept smiling at her face. It was a pretty one, heart-shaped, with a tiny little chin that was a bit too sharp, and a saucily unturned nose. Her eyes were every bit as good as her mother's and her mouth was even better, devoid of lipstick, glowing delicately pink against her tan, the lips delectably full and soft-looking. Her dark brown hair had a slight curl to it so that it was very thick and full. It hung to well below her shoulders and fanned out from her head, making her face look smaller. She was a damned pretty girl, but perhaps the best thing about her just then was the way she kept nervously fidgeting beside him. That and the flush of desire that showed through her tan, and that fullness of lip and heaviness of eye that she could not conceal. His eye-feasting was producing the desired results. His cock was rising, and he helped it along by a casual shifting of it with his hand through the satin that covered it. She jumped when he touched her head. "What are you so nervous about?"
"Who's nervous?" she said, gulping the potent drink now.
"You are. Christ, at lunch you. couldn't even keep your hands to yourself. What is it you're after, little girl?"
"Nothing," she said, dropping her gaze to the growing bulge in his robe. "And don't call me a little girl."
He was enjoying himself, enjoying the teasing immensely, but now it was time to take a bolder step, one that would once and for all set the tone of their future relationship, with him firmly in the dominant role. "These are still pretty little," he said, and reached down and tweaked one of those little titties.
She'd jumped when he'd touched her head, and now she almost vaulted out of the chair. But immediately she clasped his hand against her tittie and pressed her hot cheek against his arm, murmuring, "Oh, Mitch. Oh, Mitch!"
"Whaf s the matter, babe?" he smoothly said, enveloping all of that little breast in his hand and squeezing it harder than he was permitted to squeeze Fern's/ "What's the matter? Aren't you getting enough from Robert?"
"He's a creep compared to you. You're the one I want, but she's got you."
"She doesn't have me now," he said, rolling her other breasts in his hand, and marveling at the hardness of her nipples. They were so little, they seemed to be all nipple, and he longed to lift her shirt and look at them, but he was easily able to play it his way with her, to play it cool for himself and not for her. He chuckled and took his hand away and said, **Oh hell, even if you had me, honey, you wouldn't know what to do with me."
"I would!" she said, flushed with indignation as well as lust now, and she placed a trembling hand on his bare knee. "I'm not as dumb as you think I am."
"Has Robert been getting in your pants?"
"Yes," she said, all defiance now. "And there've been others too."
"So you've fucked a few boys. Big deal. But I'm not a boy, Lucy," he said, and frankly handled the pole that was forming that satin tent in his lap. He could see she wanted to touch it herself, but her fear prevailed over her lust. As she stared at that massive bulge, undecided now, he laughed and said, "Let's stop kidding ourselves. You're just a kid and I'm a man ... a big man. Hell, I'll bet you don't even have any hair yet."
"Oh, yeah? I sure do," said she, and tossed off the rest of the strong drink.
"Show me, baby. Show me that at least a part of you is grown," he said, and he took his hand from her tittie to flip open the top bottom of her jeans.
She sat there for several seconds, panting, looking down at where he'd exposed an inch of her very flat tummy. Then she quickly jumped up, tearing the cutoffs open the rest of the way and wriggling her hips quickly from side to side as she pushed them down to mid-thigh. She was very white there from her bikini, and just as he'd known, the smooth bulge of her pube was covered with a layer of thin, black hair. It was so adolescently thin that it did not conceal the deep cleft that terminated abruptly in the plumpness there.
Grinning crookedly, he beckoned her closer with his finger, his middle finger, held right at the level of her loins. She tried to slink forward but her movements were jerky now with her rising lust. It had a good, strong hold on her. With her shaking hands on her hips, she came at him until his thick finger was wriggling its way into that tight, wet little slit and her agile little tongue was pushing its way into his mouth. Holding onto his shoulders, she made little mewing sounds as he kissed her and delved about in that fresh young cunt. He kept it up until her nails were digging painfully into his arms and her mewings were very urgent, and then he pushed her away.
"That's about enough, Lucy. We don't want to get in any trouble."
"There won't be any trouble, d-darling. The servants are gone and Mother's asleep. Mitch, we just can't stop now!"
"You're right. There's one more thing I have to do. Stand right there."
He got off the chair arm and squatted down before her, running his hands down the sides of her quivering body as he did. With his thumbs, he parted the cleft in her pube, and with his tongue, he tasted the hot creaminess of her cunt. "Oh! Oh!" she yipped, her hands shaking in his hair, her buttocks jerking and jumping under his hands. Sore as his tongue was, he still wanted to eat this fine little pussy to completion, for he was sure that his was the first tongue ever to touch it. He refrained, though, for that was not part of his plan.
She wilted against him when he rose, and he had to tilt her face up to kiss her again. She stiffened momentarily when his cunty tongue pushed into her mouth, and then the mewings began anew and she was clutching her lithe little body against the big hard thing between them.
A minute or so of that, and he would have shot, for it had been a horny day so far. So he pushed her away, difficult as that was, and spoke soothingly to her:
"Thanks, Lucy. That tasted awfully good. I hope that one taste of you will last me till you're a few years older." He turned as if to walk out on the terrace.
She at last grabbed at his cock, and blurted, "Wait! I'm old enough now. Do it to me. You can't stop now!"
He kept going. Behind him, he heard her curse and stumble. Looking back, he saw her hopping after him on one foot, trying to tug the jeans off as she came. He was lighting a cigarette at the parapet when she got to him, grabbing at him, trying to turn him around. "Mitch, don't stop, don't turn off. I'm old enough now for you to do it."
"To do what?" he said, looking out at the city.
"To make love to me. To ... to fuck me. Please, Mitch!"
That word almost melted him, but in the aftermath of his momentary weakness came a greater strength, a surer knowledge that the girl would be his, on his terms.
Her efforts to turn him about had loosened the sash of his robe, and as he yielded to the pressures of her hands and turned around he opened the robe to unveil his very large, very hard erection. She was so eager to throw herself into his arms that its contact with her bare belly was the first she knew of its nakedness. Then she clung to him with both arms about his neck, looking drunker than she was, and feeling the immen- sity of the throbbing organ she wanted inside her diminutive body. He pushed her away and together they looked down at it. It was visibly throbbing.
"Honey, there's no way in the world I could get that into your pussy."
"Yes, there is! Try! Women... women stretch."
"Not that much," he said, and crouching, he took his prick in hand and pointed it at her cunt.
She tried to climb it in her eagerness, not even thinking about how much easier it would be if they lay down. Drunk on booze and lust, she was laughably clumsy in her frantic efforts to get up on it. He did not help her in this, but only rubbed the big knob of it around in her creamy wet little slit to further increase her frustrated lust.
"It just won't work, baby. There's no way I can get this in your cunt."
"I've got to have it in me. I've just got to! I don't care if it rips me. I love you. I love you, Mitch, and I've got to have it in me!"
"I'm not about to do anything to hurt you, Lucy," he said, rubbing his cock against her clit just hard enough to keep her frenzy going, but not hard enough to let her come.
"Please, darling! Please fuck me. Please put it in me. I don't care if you love me or not, I've just got to have it in me!"
"I can't refuse you, dear. Take it like this. It's the only way," he said, and opening his mouth wide, he gave her a French kiss that he was sure she could feel right down to her bare toes.
She was feeling it there, and elsewhere. Her pussy, very nearly impaled on that massive organ, tried to close up as she understood his words. Her brain, fogged by lust and liquor, suddenly cleared, as she realized he wanted her to suck his cock. For just a moment it was totally unthinkable to her, but then, so was this whole situation that she'd dreamed about so much. She could take his penis into her mouth, just as he'd frenched her pussy. All she had to do was end the kiss and bob down and kiss it, and that simple act would bind them together forever as lovers. And between lovers, she had heard, there could be no sin.
"Yes," she panted. "I want to kiss it."
She would have gone down on him right them, but he held her too tightly, and between kisses he said, "Ever sucked a cock before? No, I don't think so. You'll like it, Lucy. Hell, hot little bitch that you are, you'll just love it."
"Just let me do it. Now, while I'm ready." Christ, she was getting more ready all the time! That great big thing that was him was still pressing up into her vulva, driving her mad with the need to move on it, to get it in her, and maybe if she got him as hot as he'd gotten her, he would put it in her cunt.
"It'll make a woman out of you, Lucy. You won't be a girl anymore once you've sucked me off. Once you start swallowing my come, your days as a girl are..."
The words sounded familiar. Could that have really been Mitch on the phone?
"You want me to ... swallow it?" she asked, feeling suddenly sick.
"Honey, I'm a man, not some boy who's content to spend all night necking and go home with hot rocks. And I love you too, in my way, and I want you to have all the best of things, and believe me, Lucy my coming will be the very best part of it when you go down on me. But if you don't want to, if you want to stop right now, just say the word."
"Well, I . . ." she stammered, and he was already letting her go, she was already losing him because of some silly inhibition against something he'd said was all good. Quickly, before she could think on it further, she dropped to her knees and took that great, thick thing in her mouth.
Her mouth had gone very dry at the thought of it, but now she was salivating wildly at the weird and wonderfully sexy flavor of it. Her love had been right; it was a thrilling and marvelous thing to do. It wasn't just the taste of it, but the smell of it too, and the satiny texture of the big thing that was the essence of him. She still dreaded his ejaculation, even though she knew that too would be good. She hastened it as best she could by adding a hand job to her mouth job, and she partially eased the burning in her twat by getting it against his shin bone and squeezing hard with her thighs.
Mitch smiled down on her. He patted her head with one hand and smoked his cigarette with the other, and he wished it was in his power to have Fern see this. The thought of his domineering wife witnessing this total domination of her daughter was so exciting that he almost lost control and came before he'd completely enjoyed the spectacle, and to ease his burgeoning lust, he looked out at the city, thus taking his mind from those erotic thoughts he'd been having.
What a way to spend a June afternoon-naked on the fortieth floor, a rich and beautiful wife asleep in the other room, servants fetching him special food, and enjoying the comforts of a very ardent blow-job from a child. It was all too fine to prolong, and he flipped his cigarette away and made ready to ejaculate.
"Baby, I'm gonna come," he panted, taking her head in his hands. "You ready for it?"
He pulled her mouth off his nearly bursting cock until she gulped. "Yes!" and then he slid it back on.
"Really got a big load for you, Lucy, and is it ever gonna be good. You ready to swallow it all?"
"Give it to me! Give it all to me!" she cried, fighting now to get her hot little mouth back on his cock.
He let her suck it until it took all his strength to hold back, and then he pulled her head back again and gasped. "Here it comes! Get it all!"
The first spurt of it hit her next to her nose, but she got her mouth on it again before the second one came. She was back to those mewing sounds again, but now they were even more urgent than before, and they were interrupted with audible gulpings as she strove to get every bit of it. She was going wild over his sperm, and whether it was because she really liked the taste of it or because of his powers of suggestion, he did not know. All he knew for sure was that he was having himself a helluva come, and that she was digging the hell out of it too. Clawing at his legs, almost chewing on his cock, she was grinding her snatch very hard against his leg, loving every second of it. To make it last, to eke all he could out of it, and to teach her a little more about what he liked, he grabbed her hand and thrust it against his hairy asshole, straightened one of her fingers and pushed it in. She was wriggling it nicely as the last, sighing drop of his sperm was sucked up and swallowed. He had to help her to her feet.
"I told you you'd like it," he said, smiling down at her.
"It was. ..it was..."
"You missed some," he said, and with his finger, he wiped away the drool of white by her nose and thrust it into her mouth. Her eagerness in sucking it was wonderful.
His finger was almost as thrilling as his prick had been in her mouth. It was reactivating all the nerve endings that had been so thoroughly stimulated by that other, bigger part of him. Sucking greedily at his finger, she could still feel his cock, though now it was softening, against her tummy. She was indeed a woman now, just as he'd said, and there was no fear at all about taking it in her cunt and coming all the way, much harder than she'd come against his leg, much harder than she'd ever come in her life before.
She swallowed a final time when he removed his finger, and panted. "Make it hard again. Fuck me now. Now that I'm a woman, fuck me, Mitch!"
He smiled and said, "No time for that. Sarah and Nelson are about due back."
"Mitch, please! Do I have to beg you?"
He shook her a little. "Don't ever raise your voice at me," he said, and there was an ominous grimness behind his handsome smile. He swatted her on the ass and said, "Get back in that chair."
She stepped right along, driven ahead by his slightly spanking hand. "Sit right on the edge of it and open up your legs. Hurry up, girl! We haven't got all day."
In a daze, she did as he said. His cock, soft as it was, still looked too large for her cunt, no matter how far she opened herself. For an awful moment she was terribly disappointed when he crouched down and put his mouth against her there, but then the electrifying sensations of his lips around her clit, his tongue lashing it wildly, drove everything out of her but the need to come, heavily, and go on coming forever.
"Urrrrrrrggggggggh," she groaned, robbed of the power of speech by his wonderful mouth and all it did to her. She couldn't even tell him she loved him, so great was her ecstasy. All she could do was groan and gurgle and thrash about, pounding at the chair arms with her fists and throwing her legs up and out even further as he made her cum, over and over, just as she'd always wanted to. She hardly heard the telephone.
Mitch answered it quickly, before the first ring had stopped, quickly before it might waken his sleeping wife. It was Nestor, the attorney again, and he tried to speak to him in a normal, cool voice as he kept on making his stepdaughter come with his fingers.
She was really a sight, coming like that, jumping and jerking in the confines of the big chair, her pretty, young face looking old and evil as it twisted and grimaced with the great joy he was bringing her. Each flick of his fingers was reaching every part of her body. This chick really knew how to come. He told Nestor again that Fern couldn't be disturbed at the moment, hung up the phone, and sucked hard on Lucy's clit until her orgasms became too much for her and she fell into a sort of a swoon.
He got up then and made himself his first drink of the day. He took it to the terrace to drink, our where he could watch for the return of the servants. He felt very good, in part because of the very big come he'd had, and in part because of the two females, mother and daughter, that he'd left behind in the apartment, both ravished to the point of exhaustion.
When he saw the Rolls coming back to the garage, he went inside and awoke Lucy with a cunty, boozy kiss. He pulled up her shirt as he did, and he gazed down at the little pink nubbins of her titties, almost all nipple and exceedingly pink in the band of white left by her swim suit top. He felt desire stirring again, and he looked forward to fucking the hell out of her next time.