Chapter 5

James "Big Jim" Mordente was the head of one of the five big Families in the Long Island area. His Family was distantly connected with one of the larger New York City Families.

Jill, dressed in a pink dress of delicate muslin and lace, a dress that flared widely at the bottom, now stood in front of the huge home the man had in Bridgehampton. There were "soldiers" all over the place, guarding the entrance, sitting on second story balconies, all quiet, all carrying weapons, though Jill didn't see any of them.

Jill and Mac were ushered into a wide foyer, and from there were led into a long, white dining room with a marble table. At the other end, sitting by himself, though with two "soldiers" keeping an eye on him from within shooting distance, was Big Jim. He was about six-feet-two-inches in height, but he had a long face which created the impression he was much taller. Though he had his front teeth, a lot of his side teeth were missing. His face was craggy, pitted, as if he had seen a lot of rough handling. like Mac, he was dressed in a tuxedo with black tie, and he heartily welcomed Mac and Jill to his home. When he spoke, he had a deep, almost sonorous voice, addressing Mac as pal and Jill as honey.

They sat at the long marble table and were served a spicy Italian meal loaded with veal and peppers and sausage. Big Jim thought nothing of belching more than a half-dozen times.

'"So you're from California," he said to Jill while they were enjoying some cappuccino.

"Yes," she nodded, after Mac had kicked her foot under the table.

"A real deb, eh?" he smiled.

"Y-yes," Jill nodded.

"Tell me, what's a deb like you doin' hangin' around with a rough character like Mac?"

Jill felt ice running through her veins. She didn't know how to answer a question like that. But from the burning look in Mac's eyes, she knew she had damn well better answer it to the Don's satisfaction.

"Mac and my brother are good friends," she told him, finally. "When I moved from California to here, my brother asked Mac to look out for me. He's nice enough to take me out when he sees truly significant and important people."

Big Jim liked that. He enjoyed hearing himself called important, and he smiled his semi-toothless smile and settled back in the chair.

"Tell me," he said, "is there anything between you and Mac?"

"Pardon?" she asked.

"I mean, do you and Mac have a thing going?"

"Heck no," Mac broke in. "She's the sister of a friend. Certain women are deserving of respect. Jill is one such woman. If any man came near her in that way, he'd have to answer to me."

"Good, very good," Big Jim nodded. "Do you like flowers, Miss Caldwell?"

Mac kicked her again, and Jill nodded, forcing a smile on her face as she said, "Y-yes. I like flowers very much."

"Would you like to see my garden?"

"Oh, why of course," Jill nodded.

"Good. Mac, you stay here and enjoy some brandy."

"Sure thing, Big Jim," Mac nodded.

Jill rose and walked with Big Jim to the rear of the huge house where he ushered her out through a pair of French doors onto a stone patio. From here, he led her into his garden, which, at this time of the year had not really begun to bloom. It was a bit chilly, and Big Jim gallantly took off his tuxedo jacket and put it on Jill's shoulders.

'Thank you,' she nodded.

He led her along a garden pathway until they came to a hot house. Taking her inside, he showed her the orchids he was cultivating.

"So you're still a virgin," Big Jim said, taking Jill totally aback.

"What?" she asked.

"I know, I'm direct," Big Jim said to her. "I have to be. L don't have time to play around and try courting and offering all kinds of small talk. Are you really a virgin?"

"Y-yes," Jill lied.

"Still got a cherry?" he wanted to know.

"What?" she asked pretending not to understand.

"You know, that thing in your cunt that isn't broken until you get laid."

"It.. .uhhh...broke some years ago, while I was playing tennis in California," she lied. "I remember having to go to the doctor because I was suddenly bleeding."

"Yeah, yeah, I can understand that," Big Jim nodded. "Tell me, does a girl like you think a guy like me is attractive?"

This was almost ludicrous. This man, just by snapping his fingers, was capable of having any one of a thousand different beautiful women. Yet here he was, talking like some shy beau to her because he believed she was a high society virgin.

"You're very masculine," she told him. "A girl -likes that in a man."

"I like that," Big Jim nodded. "I like that a lot. You ain't trying to come onto me by telling me I'm handsome, or anything like that. Good! But is a guy who looks like me good enough for a girl like you?" he wanted to know.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Surely not marriage."

"Nah! I ain't the marrying kind. I'd just make life hell for any chick I married. I'm lookin' to, well, you know, screw."

"Please!" Jill gasped.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," Big Jim said to her. "But you really turn me on. You're kinda like what I always pictured a society chick should look like. Look, bein' a virgin ain't such a big deal in today's society. like you said, you lost your cherry, so who's gonna know whether or not you put out for someone."

"What are you trying to say?" she asked.

"I wanna fuck you," he told her. "Look, I know you're special, so I ain't gonna insult you by offerin' you money or gifts."

"Don't say it," Jill insisted, putting a hand on his arm. "I admit to a certain attraction for you. I'll do what you want, but in return, I want something, too. What I want is not really a gift. I just need some protection. In fact, I don't want you to tell Mac about it. He'd just take it away from me, telling me I'd hurt myself."

"Whatcha talking about?" Big Jim asked.

"I want a gun," she told him.

He looked at her with amazement on his face.

Finally he nodded, saying, "Why not?"

"But Mac isn't to know, not at all. It has to be a small gun.. "

"Hey, honey, you put out for Big Jim, and Big Jim'll put out for you. Anything you want, anything at all."

"Just a small gun," she insisted.

"Why not! Now suppose we go inside to a bedroom where things are more comfortable. I have a feeling Mac'll be watching TV or something and he'll never know."

"Okay," she nodded, exhaling, realizing this would be the first man she was bedding down with other than Mac. Not that he was that bad to look at, but he certainly wasn't the kind of man she would choose had this really been on a voluntary basis.

He led her in through the French doors and up a back staircase. The bedroom to which he brought her was rich, but gaudy. The furniture looked like something from the Ottoman Empire, all red and gold and gray. As in her room, there was a mirror on the ceiling reflecting everything. Big Jim went in for all the refinements.

"Off with the dress," Big Jim said in a commanding voice.

He was shutting the door as she stood facing him. She knew better than to argue with him. Slowly, her hand went to her side zipper and she pulled it down. Then she tugged the dress over her head. Now she stood in front of the man, clad in brassiere, half-slip, and stockings which Mac had insisted she wear. Her thighs felt cool.

"You got a nice body," Big Jim nodded. "Now shuck the rest of the clothes. I like looking when a chick takes things off."

Her fingers, stiff with apprehension, nevertheless plucked at the elasticized waistband of her half-slip, freed it from her middle, and pushed it downward. It joined her dress on the floor. Beneath the half-slip were pale-pink panties, and next to her skin, a pale pink garter belt supporting her stockings. It was obvious Jim liked the garter belt and let his eyes linger on it. No wonder Mac had insisted on stockings.

"Take off the panties," he told her. "Leave the stockings and the garter belt on."

"I don't know...." she said, pretending to be frightened, though she was more irritated at the idea of doing anything with this man than afraid.

"Down!" Big Jim insisted.

"Helplessly, Jill repeated her action with the panties that she had performed with her slip, freeing the elastic waistband from her stomach, skinning the snug-fitting bikini panties from her rounded rear-end, and guiding them down her thighs to the floor She stood in three-quarter profile, giving the Mafia Don only a partial view of both, her golden-bearded vagina and the plumpness of her bottom.

Big Jim smiled, certain his masculinity was making this conquest.

"Come over here and let me feel that lovely ass of yours, honey," he said to her.

He was sitting in a large chair now, and she walked over to him, shivering a bit from apprehension as well as coolness.

"Turn around, baby," he muttered, enjoying the sight of her below-the-waist nudity save for the garter belt and stockings.

When she did as he had instructed, she was aware of his hands at once as they stroked her bare flesh, caressing at first, then strongly palpitating each heavy buttock in turn against the palms of his hands, squeezing them, fondling them, continually manipulating the fleshy spheres. No doubt about the fact that he was turned on by nice asses. He continued teasing her buttocks, sending warmth charging through Jill, and soon her legs were trembling with a certain desire, some of which was built because of his insistence she not look at him and face away while he kept playing with her buttocks.

Big Jim noticed her arousal and he smiled, asking, "Tell me, honey, do you like what I'm doing?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I'm only human, and it does feel good."

Her voice was already quavering as the man's hands spread her rear cheeks much the way Mac had done that first night she had been with him. He allowed his fingers to invade the crevice between her buttocks, saying, "By God! You society dames are different. You smell different, you feel different, you act different."

Jill knew it was all in the man's imagination, but she would be the last one to tell Big Jim he was being hoodwinked. What she wanted was that gun.

One of his fingertips traced the indentation of her ass from top to bottom, running across her anal pucker, and the lovely blonde slowly allowed her knees to separate along with her thighs, revealing more of her dripping vaginal interstice to the man. Inwardly, she she asked herself what kind of slut she had become to simply enjoy being manhandled by just any man. In fact, the man touching her at this moment was a grinning demon, yet she was responding to him.

"Yeah, baby, you're more than human," the Don told her, still continuing to play with her delightfully pliant and ultra-sensitive marble-white asscheeks. "What's more, I'm going to show you just what you've been missing by staying a virgin. Now turn around so I can get a feel of that hot cunt of yours."

Jill slowly turned around, closing her eyes as the hand that had been teasing her naked bottom patted her sleekly flat belly before slowly beginning to drift downward. Fingers tightly entwined themselves in the sparse blonde pubic curls. He tweaked her labia the littlest bit, nothing how tight her cunt looked, which was amazing considering the abuse it had undergone.

Jill's breath quickened more than a little as the man's hand pushed its way between her unresisting thighs. He rubbed his palm flatly against her labia as she spread her legs even wider.

"Ohh!" Jill gasped. "I never knew anything felt this good."

Though she liked it, she knew that by letting Big Jim know she liked it, and that she supposedly had never had anything like this done to her before, she was making him feel more important by the moment. The better he felt, the more certain she was of getting that gun, and she was willing to do anything for that.

He was massaging her entire pouting-lipped feminine fissure, and then the palm pulled back and was replaced by a probing finger that began tantalizing and teasing the inner surfaces of her sex orifice. Then the finger was removed as well, and Jill realized she was quivering because of the loss of it.

Jill had become a slave to her body. Perhaps at some time in the future, love would enter her life, but for the moment, her body was simply a slave to its physical desires. Sex, which she'd had nothing to do with prior to meeting Mac Zee, now predominated and controlled her. She shuddered, realizing what she had become. She was worse than a whore. A whore, for the most part, felt nothing. A whore was in it strictly for the money, and once a trick was finished, a whore was able to walk away and not feel a thing. But Jill was totally addicted to sex. She needed it as badly as her brother needed heroin.

"Open your eyes, honey," Big Jim said to her.

When Jill did so, he was holding up his finger for her to inspect. She saw it shining with her own sexual secretions. A burning flood of rosy color invaded her cheeks. He knew, to a certain extent, how aroused she was, too. What he didn't know was that she had become Mac Zee's personal tramp. To him, she was one hot virgin who was long overdue for some cock. Well, why the devil should she fight it. Why not simply relax and enjoy it all? She was unable to help herself, so let it happen. But a moment later, she discarded the terrible thought. This was the way her brother thought when it came to heroin.

"I'm gonna ask you to do something you might think horrible," Big Jim said to her. "But this is something women do for men all the time. You don't have to do it, you being new to this. But I'd sure like it if you did."

"If it doesn't hurt too much, I'll do it," she told him.

"Nan, this ain't gonna hurt at all," Big Jim assured her. "But a pure kid like you might not cotton to the idea."

"like I said, if it doesn't hurt too much, I'll do it. You're a very persuasive man," she told him, meaning that she was terrified of him in spite of his belief that she was almost untouchable high society. But she knew he took it to mean she was awed by him.

"I want you to take my prick out of my pants, and then I want you to put it into your mouth and suck on it."

He said it with such a straightforward candor, Jill almost laughed. It was an order, but not in the demanding tone Mac Zee always used. He was mocking her as his hand traced the outline of the bulge of his crotch, but in an inoffensive way, as if to say he still respected her as much as a man like him was capable of respecting any woman.

"What should I do first?" Jill asked, pretending to know nothing.

"Kneel down and open my zipper," he insisted.

Two weeks ago, the thought of doing something like this would have nauseated the lovely blonde. Now she was freely salivating at the thought. Her eyes were locked on the front of the man's pants, and she knew he was really built big from the size of his bulge. Inwardly, she hated herself for not feeling horrified at the thought of sucking a cock. Her vibrant cunt was now a twitching mass of unfulfilled desire, and she knew that by sucking on a cock she might be able to assuage the hunger inside her.

Dropping to her knees, she crawled between the man's parted thighs as he remained seated in the easy chair. She kept telling herself she was doing this to keep Mac Zee from hurting her, but the truth was, she was doing this because she wanted to do it. She was actually eager to look at the length and breadth of another man's penis.

Big Jim was staring over her shoulder as the lovely blonde knelt in front of him, Jill turned, and she saw the opposite wall, like the ceiling, was mirrored, and the man was able to see just about everything she was doing. Her plumped-out buttocks stood roundly clear, totally naked save for the thin strips of the garter belt she was wearing. She knew Big Jim would be able to watch all the mirrors and see every little wriggle in her shuddering body. The thought sent a tremulous thrill coursing wildly through her aching body. Anxiously, she reached out and unzipped him.

"Yeah," Big Jim nodded. "I like looking at asses even when they're facing away from me. Go on, honey, do your thing. It'll come really natural, you'll see."

She was looking at his crotch again, the zipper now pulled all the way down. Gently, carefully, as if unsure of what she was doing, she reached into the open hole, her fingers finding the opening to his shorts, as well. Even before she pulled it out, she knew it was both longer and thicker than the organ sported by Mac Zee. Her fingers closed around the massive erection, and she finally brought it out into the light. She stared at it. It looked different from Mac's, and different from the dildo. It had more skin on it, a foreskin much like her brother's. The ruby head was halfway out of the skin, blunt and powerful in appearance, and the circumference of the cock was almost as great as that of the dildo Laura had used on her. Ever s; ice Laura had fucked her with it, Jill had never been able to get quite as much pleasure from Mac Zee's cock.

"Come on, baby, suck it!" Big Jim gasped, staring at what he believed to be a virginally innocent face that appeared aghast at the length and breadth of him.

Jill lowered her lovely head, ashamed, not of what she was doing, but of the fact that she so looked forward to doing it. She was mortified by the knowledge that even without the man's telling her what to do, she ached to do it. Her tongue tentatively licked out as if unsure of itself for the moment, making Big Jim more anxious than ever, and then it lapped at the blunt tip a few times as if trying it out for taste. The masculine essence of him was transferred to her taste buds, and she began smacking her lips.

"Suck on it, suck on it!" Big Jim begged.

She ovaled her mouth and looked at him for approval. He nodded his head, and she lowered her face, moving her oral opening forward over the fleshy rod, hooding it as the foreskin slipped back. She moved the massive head between her widespread lips several times, making it slippery with her saliva, swirling her tongue around and around the rampant organ.

Above her head, she heard Big Jim sighing deeply.

"You got a natural knack, honey, you really do. God! You're better'n the three-hundred-dollar-a-night twat I sometimes bring in here. Yeah, you got a mouth that suits my cock just fine."

Jill barely heard the man. Her mind was totally enraptured by the thickness of the tasty cock contained in the clinging depths of her sweetly sucking mouth. Delightful visions of its massive turgidity filling the narrow tightness of her anxious vagina caused said vagina to become wetter with every passing moment. The thought, filling her brain, overpowered her with ecstasy. Her head was now moving rapidly back and forth as she sucked more avidly on the monstrous penis, feeling the head of it reach in and touch the back of her throat. She expected that at any moment the man, like Mac Zee, would actually shove the tip into her gullet.

"No more!" Big Jim suddenly pleaded.

He had to forcibly shove her by the shoulders to get her to move away as he freed his cock from his clinging lips. She sank back, looking up at him expectantly, in love with his cock if not with the rest of him. But Big Jim thought the look of admiration in her eyes was for himself as a man. She hoped he would fuck her now. God! She was really aching for it. If he had let her suck him a few more minutes, she would have had an oral orgasm.

She saw he was looking at the mirror behind her, still admiring her ass. She no longer blushed at such things. But the hot glow of lust she was experiencing turned her face red, and as a result, he thought she was blushing, still believing her to be a formerly untried virgin who was so enamored at the sight of him she was willing to do anything he wanted.

"Okay, honey," he told her. "Lie down on the bed."

Her cunt actually squirted some of its fluid along her thighs, making her realize how anxious she was to have that massive organ stuffed inside her.

"I'd take the time to lick you down there," he told her, "but I've never fucked a real society lady before. I can't wait."

"Th-that's all right," Jill told him.

"And a virgin at that," he reminded himself.

She was quivering with anticipation, but the Don thought it was because she was new to this, and so she was afraid. She smiled reassuringly at her, knowing his cock would have to hurt her the first time. He was a big man, and his cock really stretched a pussy.

She was lying on the bed now, her knees up and wide apart, and in the ceiling mirror she was able to see the wide-openness of her aching pussy, just waiting to be filled again with the massive cock.

Not wanting to stain his pants, Big Jim removed them, though he left the upper part of his clothing on. He moved onto the bed on his knees and glided between the wide-open thighs of the beautiful blonde. The essence of her cunt filled his nostrils, and he shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind. Yeah, there was no doubt in his mind that society women really smelled better and were better than other women.

Shifting his position a little, he slowly lowered himself on the beautiful blonde, feeling the way his gigantic erection nuzzled at her tiny little opening. Man! This was really gonna be something. He was certain she would be screaming her head off, but once he started into her, he wasn't gonna stop until he had forced as much cock as possible inside.

"You put it in," he told her. "It'll hurt less that way."

Her slender fingers moved between their bodies, and she gripped the bole of the penis. Slowly she pressed the head against her narrow aperture, knowing from the size of it he would expect her to scream once he started forcing it in. Somehow she worked the head around and around until the tip had opened her cunt just enough to slide in. Her channel was well-sluiced, but wet as she was, his great girth prevented him from going in too quickly. As he began pushing in, she began writhing, gasping.

"Ohhh...hhhaaa nnnngggggg hhhh...it hurrrts . . . " she told him, knowing this was precisely what he wanted to hear.

It pushed a bit deeper into her, and Big Jim was certain she was a virgin. Her muscles were still undeveloped, and un-like a whore she wasn't able to tighten herself around his cock. But her tightness without her squeezing her muscles was all that was needed. He felt her walls seemingly reluctant to give way, and it made him feel more macho than ever. Where Mac Zee's wish had been to fuck a virgin, Big

Jim's wish had been to fuck a society virgin, especially since high society, for the most part, snubbed people like himself. It was a combination of revenge against the snobs, and the satisfaction that he, Big Jim, had been able to do what most other Mafiosi had been incapable of doing.

I lis cock sank a bit deeper into her sucking pussy, and she gasped, wriggling, squirming and shouting, assuring him that every thrust was causing her pain, though now mixed with pleasure. Deeper, deeper and then deeper the cock sank, and she was so deep, she discovered to her surprise that she was able to take him to the hilt. He was even more surprised, but he enjoyed it. God! It had been ages since any cunt had been able to contain all of his cock.

"You're really special, honey," he told her. "From now on, you think of Big Jim as your friend. Any time you need anything, you come to me. You and Mac Zee are special to me, from now on."

Jill's two dainty feminine hands groped for the man's shirt-covered broad shoulders. She gripped them tightly and squeezed as she thrilled to the pressure of his cock rubbing inside her. Little by little she began letting him know how good it all felt, how because of his superior fucking ability, he had managed to overcome her pain and bring her a load of pleasure. She was on the edge of the most delightful orgasm she would ever know. The wonderful cock was ramming into her liqueous pussy and setting off a series of sparks inside her shuddering body.

"Aaaannnnhhhh...onnnniihhhh...hhhhuuuu uunnnn nnhhhh...ooooonnnnhhhh...." she gasped in time to the hard thrusts of the powering prong as he filled her love hole again and again. "Yesss...yesss...I never knew something like this was so good...morrree...ohhh yess...it has to be because you're the one doing it that it's so good," she gasped. "Harder, harder, keep doing it and drive it in all the harder, oh please, please, please...."

Big Jim needed no further encouragement. He pounded into her as if trying to drill through her body to the other side. As a result, the orgasm hit Jill with a suddenness not even she expected, "AAAIIIIYYYAAAAAGG GGGGGG HHHHAA AAAANNNNNNGGGG GGHHHH HHAAAA GG-GGHHHHAAAA AARR RRRRGGGG GGHHAA-AA NNNNNNNNGG GGGG HHHHUUUU NNNN-NNNN NNGGHHHH!"

Her scream was all Big Jim needed to set him off. He slammed into her once, twice, three times more. God! Never before had he given a damn whether or not the quim he was pounding also came, but this time it was important for him to know he had been able to do right by her. Maybe now, high society would stop snubbing him. Aside from his being able to boast that he had fucked one of them, he would also be able to boast of having satisfied her, which most society cocks seemed unable to do.

"HEEEEEERE WE GOOOOO...." he bellowed, and then, "YYYYAA AAAAAA RRRRRR GGGGGG HHHH AAAA AAAA AANNGGGG HHHH HHAA AA GGGGGGHH HHUUUU NNnnGG HHHH ! " he screamed, unleashing the contents of his balls into the narrow tightness of her squeezing cunt. He fired again and again and again, sending one salvo after another into her shuddering interior.

She bucked up and down, making certain his balls were pounded thoroughly as she slammed into him. Little by little she was starting to develop the muscles in her cunt, but it would still take a long time before she was ready to make them felt.

Finally it was over and Big Jim pulled out of her. The two of them lay on the bed for the longest time, and then he fucked her once more, just to prove to himself he was capable of it.

Afterward, the two of them went to his private bathroom and washed up, and he handed her a small automatic he had in a safe in his closet.

"It's a clean gun," he told her. "Untraceable. But don't display it openly."