Chapter 8
When Lucy awoke, as late as usual, she lay for a while in bed, idly stroking her pussy while she again reflected on the wildly sexy time she'd had with Mitch and Nelson in the hotel room the night before. Fooling with the servants was, of course, a practice which was far below her, but indulging in that forbidden act had been every bit as exciting as getting it on with Mitch. That was strange, for Nelson really had nothing to offer in comparison to her stepfather. He was too old and he wasn't really handsome and his pecker was insignificantly sized, and she therefore concluded that it had been the sheer forbiddenness of the sex act with him that had made it so thrilling. Unfortunately, it had made Mitch very mad at her, so much so that she'd have to seduce him all over again from the start, and Mitch's subdued anger at Nelson had probably frightened the chauffeur into taking a hands-off position toward her in the future. Perhaps it was just as well, though. She could get into a lot of trouble if her mother ever found out about her and Mitch, and she really had no desire to ever make it again with Nelson. It had been a wild fling, and now it was over and she should kiss and make up with Robert, chalking up the hotel room experience in her book of adolescent adventures. That morning, she had no real desire for any of the three men in her life, but she did have to call Robert and make amends for the silly little argument they'd had.
She used her private phone at the bedside and, as she'd expected, it took only a few minutes of sweet talking on it before Robert was on his way over to see her, wanting to finally resolve their argument in person. She got up and showered and dressed, putting on a little pink cotton dress that Robert was particularly fond of, and then went out to the kitchen for some breakfast. Sarah was nowhere to be seen, and with but half an hour before Robert was due to arrive, Lucy irritably went to the cook's room to rouse her.
The two servants each had a small room behind the kitchen, and Lucy went to Sarah's door and was about to knock when she heard muted pantings coming from within. Nelson, she decided, was probably in there with her, busily expending the sexual energies that his encounter with Lucy had inspired. She felt like rousting Sarah out of there, for she was hungry and wanted breakfast, but then decided to let the servants have their sordid little fun while she settled for a glass of milk with which to start the day. She started on past Nelson's room, and seeing the door slightly ajar, paused long enough to peep in. To her surprise, there was Nelson, or at least a thin strip of him, visible through the similarly open bathroom door. Curious, she slipped inside and tiptoed to his bathroom, pushed the door open, and caught him with his head inside the medicine cabinet over his sink, and the bulge in his trousers resting on the edge of that sink.
For a moment, he was surprised to see her, but then he held his fingers to his lips and pointed to the interior of the cabinet. Frowning quizzically, she looked where he was pointing, through a small hole in the back of the metal-lined cabinet. The view she got was of the interior of Sarah's adjacent bathroom, as seen through her open medicine cabinet, with Sarah lewdly sprawled on the toilet, skirts up about her waist, manipulating a long white plastic device in the gaping red wound between her thick legs. The plump cook was panting and moaning in a disgusting manner, and Lucy looked away, to Nelson's face, flushed and reddened, and almost as disgusting to her as the sight of Sarah fucking herself with the piece of plastic. Nelson shushed her again, but she had nothing at all to say to him. She headed out of the room, and he caught her in the hall.
"Helluva show, eh? Did it get to you, Lucy?" he asked, squeezing her waist, then her breast.
"I thought I made it clear. I'm a doer, not a looker, and I sure don't feel like doing anything with you." She headed back toward the kitchen, deliberately swinging her petite hips widely to show her scorn for him. She paused at the kitchen door and smirked over her shoulder at the gaping fool, then flipped up the back of her skirt to give him just a glimpse of what sort of thing he should be looking at. She felt very self-satisfied when he followed her down the hall.
When he entered the kitchen, she was presenting him with an even better view of her. Stiff-legged, she was bent over to examine the contents of the refrigerator's bottom shelf. Her skirt was short enough so that much of her panty-clad bottom was exposed, and a lovely tingle went through that part of her when she heard his sharp intake of breath at the sight of her.
"Don't let me keep you from your peeking, Nelson. I can manage for myself just fine here."
"That sure looks awful good, Miss Lucy. Mind if I stay and sort of watch you?"
The scrape of a chair behind her sent queer, good shivers down through her bottom, and she said as casually as she could, "I don't care what you do, but it wouldn't be good if my mother caught you staring at me."
"Your mother's busy at something. She told me and Sarah to keep to the back of the house for a while. Yeah, you sure look good, Lucy."
From over her shoulder, she sneered openly at him, and he continued to grin at her upturned bottom in a most pathetic but somehow stimulating way. Boldly, she thumbed her panties down to mid-thigh and waggled her ass, on a level with his face, and felt that queer excitement in her increase sharply with the look of lust on his craggy face. "Might as well have a good look then," she said.
He licked his lips and adjusted the front of his pants. He was just as excited as he'd been while watching them in the hotel room, and now there was no doubt that he was watching only her. She turned to face him, and now the good feelings were there in her cunt, exactly where he was staring so intently. Still registering disdain for his aberration, she tucked the hem of her skirt in the waistband of it and provocatively worked her panties down over her kness, then over her feet. With one hand, she swung them in a circle, in the fashion of a stripper she'd seen once in a film, and with the other, she parted her swelling cunt lips to feel his hot gaze directly on her most sensitive parts. The poor fool looked as if he might cream in his jeans, and she sauntered and hip-slung her way toward him, wishing and hoping he'd do just that. She tossed her panties in his face, and his only reaction was to blink and go right on staring.
Her small, open cunt was but a foot from his face, though it didn't feel so small just then. It felt as if it would accommodate her whole fist as she worked two ringers in it, saying as she did, "So you like to see women play with themselves, eh?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I sure do," he breathed, and the touch of his breath was very warming. "I like to look at you, Miss Lucy."
"That makes you a pervert, you know," she said, working those fingers in her cunt, greatly relishing this easy power she held over him.
He nodded, and she made him sigh and wilt by drawing her wetted fingers across his upper lip. "I bet you'd like to eat it. I bet you'd like to fuck it. Well, you can't. All you can do is look." "That's all I want," he murmured. "But if you wanted me to, I'd ..."
"I don't want you to do anything to me, you queer," she snapped, though her cunt was by then aching for a touch. She moved six inches closer, where she could feel his breath all the time, and sneered, "I wouldn't let you touch me if you got down on your knees and begged."
She started to lower the hem of her skirt, and all at once he was on his knees, hands elapsed behind his back, blurting, "Just let me look, just a little more."
She swayed toward him, lifting her skirt again, and was just about to feel his mouth as well as his breath on her seeting loins, when the door chimes sounded.
"Damn. That'll be Robert," she said.
"I guess I'd better answer it," he said. "Your mother said she didn't want to be disturbed."
"What's she doing that's so important?"
"I don't know. She's waiting around outside the guest room," he said, rising, hiding the bulge in his pants.
"Til answer the door, and you can go back to peeping at Sarah," said Lucy, walking off, switching her little ass, all aglow with how she'd turned Nelson on, but frustrated by her need to tease him even more. But Robert would do. He was quite teasable, in a different sort of way.
In many ways, Robert was just the boy Lucy wanted. He was four years older then she and in his second year at college, and this provided prestige for Lucy in the eyes of her girlfriends. He was good look- ing and athletic and he had a car, as well. His trouble was that he was square. He drank nothing stronger than beer, he didn't take any drugs whatsoever, and he expected more fidelity from Lucy than she was prepared to offer. Their argument had come about because she'd agreed to wear his fraternity pin, but had balked at going steady with him. The argument had in turn led to Lucy's making it with Mitch, which proved to her that lovers' quarrels had their good sides as well as their bad. And Robert was a good lover, the best Lucy had had, until her stepfather. Robert's only fault at lovemaking was that he was unimaginative, and as such, there was a tendency for their sex sessions to be boring of late.
As always, he was nicely dressed when she opened the door for him, wearing slacks and a sweater, his brown hair neatly combed, and bearing a box of candy in his hands that immediately told her that he'd given in on the argument they'd had.
The fifteen-year-old girl went on tiptoe to greet him with a hot little kiss, and with her arms about his neck, the elevation of her skirt reminded her that she was without panties. If Robert knew, he'd die, but to Lucy it was a kick. He wanted to come in and talk, but Lucy suggested they go up to the roof garden for that, and he agreed. Riding up in the elevator, she held his hand tightly, pressing the back of it against her hip, feeling sexual excitement grow in her.
The roof garden was shared by all the tenants of the big apartment house, and used mostly by the children living there. There were perhaps a score of them up there, some playing on the slide and swings, some peering through the tall fence that rimmed the roofs parapet, a few sleeping in strollers with their mothers in lazy attendance. Robert led Lucy to an umbrellaed table where they sat down.
He started talking about his school, about the social events coming up, and worked the one-sided conversation around to the possibility of their going steady. She listened with half an ear, finding even the activities of the children around them to be more interesting than what he was saying, and she amused herself by giving his thigh a nice little massage, and observing how his rising excitement affected his speech. She didn't touch his prick, but she came close enough to it so that she had him stammering and sweating, and then that too got to be boring.
Lucy then noticed two boys, about fifteen, who were at the edge of the roof about forty feet in front of where they were sitting. The boys had a telescope which they'd been using to look at the city with. Now a very considerable thrill went through her as she saw that its lens had been turned on her. Almost the moment she noticed it, the boys quickly turned it back on the city below, but she was sure they'd been looking at her. Talking to Robert, she watched them from the corner of her eye, and sure enough, the long black instrument was again swung toward her. She could see that the two boys had their heads together and were giggling, and she cast a half-smile in their direction to let them know that she didn't really mind their admiration of her. But when she turned to look at them again, they quickly looked away, as if not knowing of her existence.
Lucy turned back to Robert, and when from the corner of her eye she saw the scope swing toward her again, she shifted in her chair and slowly opened her legs. The boy holding the telescope froze, and his companion tugged at his sleeve and grabbed for the scope. A lovely thrill shot through Lucy as the two adolescents fought for the privilege of looking at her. She opened her legs wider and managed to hike her skirt up a bit, and as with Nelson, she could actually feel their eyes on her pussy. The feeling made it moisten, and she ached to get her fingers in it now, but still she went on talking with Robert, squeezing his leg, arousing him without his having any idea at all of how hot she was getting.
She slowly turned her head to face the boys, and now they were so absorbed in observing her under the table that they didn't notice she was looking directly at them, smiling as she spoke with Robert. She had Robert hot, but not nearly as hot as the boys were. Undoubtedly they both had stiff pricks as they passed the spy glass back and forth. Surely they could see her hairy patch, and she ardently hoped they could see a little ribbon of wet pink flesh as well. To insure that they could, she glanced about to see that no one else was looking, then casually drew her hand up her leg, pulled aside one warmly wet labia, and brought her hand up to brush back her long dark hair. Again, the boy with the glass froze, having followed the course of her hand to her face, having seen her looking back at him. She smiled and winked, and she could see his mouth fall open. He spoke to the other boy, who immediately snatched the telescope away and looked for himself, and then their grins and nudgings were even more exciting to Lucy.
She wondered just exactly how her pussy looked to them. It probably filled the eyepiece of the telescope, so that all they saw when they looked there was black hair and pink flesh, hugely exciting to young boys that age. She yawned her legs wider, to show them more pink. It was highly probable that they could see her clit, for by then it was so swollen with her weird lust that she could feel it sticking out from between the juicy lips of her cunt. She touched herself again, this time slipping her fingertip inside her vagina, just as each of those bratty boys wanted so badly to do. Even more badly, they surely wanted to run off someplace and jerk off, but they'd stay right where they were as long as she continued to provide them with a show. The sun was warm, but she was warmer by far. She was hot, so hot she was trembling with it, and there were beads of perspiration forming under her arms. A few stories below, her cousin Mary might be a better-looking girl, but there was no doubt in Lucy's mind that of the two of them, she was the sexier.
Still Robert went on talking, saying she knew not what. She saw him now as a very stupid, very dull person. And Mitch and Nelson, they were dull too, in comparison to these two sexed-up boys she had staring at her. Christ, she could get little boys like those to do anything she wanted. They'd worship her, they'd be her slaves, and they'd love every moment of it.
At last, when her heat was such that she could stand it no longer, she said, "Robert, would you be a dear and go down to the apartment and bring us up a pitcher of lemonade?"
He readily agreed, and after surreptitiously rearranging the front of his pants, got up and left. The moment he was gone, Lucy's grin broadened, and with her hand between her legs, she crooked a beckoning finger to the boys with the telescope.
They pointed to their chests, saying, "Who, me? They looked at each other, then back at her, and grinning sheepishly, they slowly came forward. One was stocky, the other spindly. One had a few pimples on his face, the other had slightly buck teeth. What Lucy really noticed, though, was that both of them had stiff peckers inside their pants.
"Did you enjoy the show, boys?" she asked when they got to the table.
They both giggled like girls. "Yeah," they said.
She asked them their names. "Jeff," said the stocky one. "Jimmy," said the bony one.
"Would you like a better look?" she asked. "A close look, where you don't have to use the telescope?"
They were practically pawing the floor in their excitement, and at the same time guiltily looking around them, fearing others might have seen what they were up to. No one else had. The other children were busy playing, and the two baby-sitting mothers had departed from the roof garden by then. Lucy rose on shaking legs and headed for a big ventilator that occupied a corner of the roof, proud of herself for the false poise she was showing before the boys, and supremely confident that they were both right on her heels. Safely behind the ventilator, she turned and faced them, hands on hips, fingers drawing up the hem of her skirt to a point where her itchy little cunt almost showed. It took a great deal of effort to speak in an unwavering voice.
"Well? Who wants to look first? Or do you both want to see me up close at the same time?"
They giggled, and then both crouched down as she slowly raised her skirt. They glanced nervously behind them, then got to their knees, right at her feet, and commented on what she was showing them.
"It's not as hairy as it looked through the telescope."
"It looks weird."
"I dunno, I sorta like it."
"Where does a guy... you know... put it in?"
"Right here," she said, spreading her feet and bending her knees to squat obscenely before them. "Right here," she said, and drew back her dewy wet lips to show them the orifice of her vagina.
Each of their oohs and aahs, and even their giggles, were an added excitement to her, making her cunt a richer shade of pink and making her labia wetter and more swollen in her fingers. "And this is my clit, my love bump," she breathlessly explained, and drawing back its little sheath with two fingers, she ex- traded that highly sensitive organ for them and squeezed it nice and hard for herself.
"Do you think I'm pretty there?" she asked.
"Well, yeah," Jeff doubtfully answered.
"It's a whole lot prettier than a guy's thing," Jimmy said.
"Want to touch it, boys?"
There was no disagreement or hesitation at this suggestion, but she stopped their hands with a sharp command before they could touch her eagerly awaiting flesh. "No, not yet. First I want to see yours."
Jeff was reluctant, but Jimmy cast another glance over his shoulder and ripped open the zipper of his pants. He took out his prick. Like the rest of him, it was slender and long. Then she allowed him to touch her exposed loins, and as rough and inexperienced as his touch was, she found it to be thrilling. It was thrilling too, the way Jeff so quickly followed in taking out his shorter, more stubby prick, so that he too could grasp and poke at her most private flesh.
Her head was swimming now with hot desire. She felt she was no longer a fifteen-year-old girl, but a mature and voluptuous film star whom people would pay to see. Their hands got rougher as they both felt her cunt together. Those four little hands were dirty as well as clumsy. Poking and prying, they hurt her, but even the pain was good with those two pair of admiring eyes so close to her, and Lucy's legs grew so weak that she had to sit down suddenly. The hot concrete of the roof burned her bare ass so that she jerked her hips forward, thrusting her cunt harder still against those exploring hands. The pent-up lusts in her little body exploded then.
"AH! AH! Stick your fingers in me, you little brat! Get down there and kiss it!"
"Jeez, I think she's comin'," Jeff said, in awe of the spectacle of her writhing in ecstasy, skirt up to her waist, little hips contorting madly.
"Man, she sure is!" said Jimmy. "Let's fuck her. You wanna fuck her? You gonna let us fuck you, lady?"
"You have to kiss it first," she said, panting, gasping for breath. "Both of you."
They hesitated, looking at each other, and Lucy summoned her self-control and spread her little legs farther, moving more, provocatively still under the attentions of their hands. "Kiss it," she said. "You'll like it, I know you will. And then I'll let you both fuck me. I promise."
"Aw, what the heck," Jeff mumbled, and took Jimmy's place as the bolder of the two by bending and pecking a fast kiss on her wet and hairy mound. It wasn't anywhere near as thrilling as Mitch's experienced tongue in her cunt, but somehow, in her exposed and vulnerable position, it was even more satisfying.
The boy came forward on his knees, his short, fat prick in his hand, grinning lewdly and quite ready to stick it in her. "Wait a second," said the other. "I'm not gonna kiss it after you've fucked her."
"Then kiss it now!" Lucy said, and when he at last bent to do it, she caught him by the hair of his head and ground his protesting mouth into her wet flesh.
"OH! OH, GOD THAT'S GOOD. EAT IT. EAT IT!"
She felt him use his tongue, and it brought her to another peak of orgasm, brief as it was. He liked it, it seemed, and would have given her a good tonguing, had it not been for his friend's eagerness.
"Hey, get away. I get to fuck her now. I kissed it first, so I get to fuck her first."
"Do it," she panted. "Fuck me. Now!"
"Well, I . . ." he said, positioning himself between her legs. "I don't exactly know how."
"You're virgins? Both of you? Beautiful, just beautiful!" she said, feeling even more worldly and mature. "Get on your back. I'll fuck you."
Jeff did as he was told, and Lucy was helped up by Jimmy to take a straddled position over his friend. Jeff's cock was adorable in her mind, and as hard as she'd ever felt one to be. Grinning down at him, sighing, she worked it into the orifice of her cunt and wriggled down on it.
"Don't come yet," she panted. "Make it last. And you're next," she said to Jimmy, and took his more slender but equally hard cock in her hand.
"How is it, Jeff?" Jimmy eagerly asked. "What's it like?"
"I dunno. It's really weird, but it's a whole lot better than beating off."
He was trying to thrust up into her, but she stopped him. "I'll do the work, Jeff. And, Jimmy, I'll keep you ready by giving you a little B J if you like."
"I'l say!" he exclaimed, and was on his feet at once.
She moved only slightly on Jeff's straining cock as she quickly pulled Jimmy's trousers down around his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Then she could please both of them at once, and make them even more deeply in her debt. It was pleasing to her, too, and especially so when from the corner of her eye she saw three children's faces peering at her in shocked silence from around the corner of the ventilator.