Chapter 2
Mickey thought about Naomi Graham and her mother as he drove out to Naomi's place in the country.
Rachel Graham married when she was barely nineteen, and Naomi was born the following year. At forty-one, Rachel was in her prime, a splendidly shaped woman, rather tall, inclining slightly toward full-bodied maturity, but very graceful in her movements and very attractive. She inherited a substantial estate from her father, then added to it when he husband died three years earlier.
Mickey had met her once, but had little personal knowledge of her. She didn't seem to be an old battle-ax, but her presence was sure to put a crimp in his plans to get in Naomi's pants again, and he wasn't quite sure why Naomi had even invited him to come visit her while her mother was there.
Naomi was a treasure among jewels, a magnificent woman, having inherited her mother's beauty, together with her father's height, and her figure was even more voluptuous than her mother's. Un-like her mother, who was a brunette, Naomi was a striking blonde with a mass of golden hair and startlingly blue eyes.
Naomi wasn't married, and from what Mickey could discern from her remarks about the institution, had no intention of ever trying it. She inherited a large estate from her grandfather and more when her father died, so she certainly didn't need a man to keep her in high style.
Mickey had known her two years, and to use a word that Rachel would find very comfortable, he was smitten with her from the moment he laid eyes on her. Fortunately, she took a shine to him as well, and they had spent many hours of licentious bliss in each other's arms.
The bratty cousin he referred to in his conversation with his sister was Deborah, Mrs. Graham's niece and companion, practically her adopted daughter. Deborah's mother was Rachel's sister, and Mickey had never heard how Mrs. Graham came to be responsible for Deborah. All he knew was that Deborah had lived with Mrs. Graham for a number of years and that Mrs. Graham saw to her education in a very proper, very strict private school.
Deborah was eighteen now, a charming little damsel Who necessitated the use of such adjectives as sweet, dainty, and cuddlesome. Nevertheless, Mickey regarded her presence as another thorn in his side.
Deborah absolutely worshipped Mrs. Graham, and would do anything to please her, a situation that was to provide Mickey a totally unexpected boon.
Naomi's house was a rambling, three-story affair that dated to the last century when her great-grandfather built it after striking it rich in a silver mine. It had been in the family over a hundred years, and while Naomi complained that it was far too big for one person, she wouldn't have given it up for the world. She hired help from the local village on a daily basis, but wouldn't let any of them stay overnight, and Mickey knew the reason was she didn't want them to know about her secret, sexual nature.
Naomi met Mickey in the driveway with a tender kiss. She was wearing a sundress and flat sandals, and looked so summery and fresh that his cock stirred restlessly. For all the good it was going to do him.
"Thank you for coming, darling," she said. "You can stay the full three days, can't you?"
"That's what you asked," he replied.
"Good, I have a special surprise for you, and I don't want to rush things." She kissed him again, a little longer this time. "I've missed you."
"No more than I've missed you," he said, "but I don't know what we're going to do about it."
She opened her eyes wide and arched her eyebrows. "You aren't suddenly impotent or something, are you?"
"No, but your mother is here, and I assume that Deborah is with her."
Naomi chuckled sexily and changed the subject. "I totally remodeled the second floor. Mother has a suite on the east end, I have a suite on the west end, and there are two big guest rooms with their own bath in between. The last time we were together, you said that you wished you could have me in front of a big mirror, so I had mirrors installed all over my bedroom, and no matter where we are, we can see ourselves."
"How long is your mother going to be here?"
Naomi shrugged and smiled coyly. "I don't know, as long as it takes. She's been looking forward to your arrival."
"Yeah, I'll bet," he said dourly.
"Well, I was going to make you wait, but I might as well tell you now what's in store for you." She took his hand. "Walk in the garden with me, and I'll lay it out for you. You know that Mama has been a widow for three years now, and that for several years, raising Deborah has been the main purpose of her life. Well, Deborah is an adult now and ready to take her place in the world, and things are going to be a lot different from now on." She stopped and plucked a daisy and smelled it, then looked at him with her blue eyes twinkling. "That's where you come in, so be good and promise that you'll do what I ask."
He looked at her, perplexed. Her mysterious air intrigued him, so he might as well play along and see where it led. He could, after all, leave any time he wished if he didn't like the sound of what she had to propose. Barbara was always waiting for him with open arms.. .and legs!
"Of course, if I can," he replied gallantly. "What is it, anything very serious or very difficult?"
She shook with laughter and patted his cheek tenderly and fondly. "I like your sense of humor. Yes, it's very serious and it might prove to be difficult, but I think you're up to it."
"Damn, now you've got me wondering what this is all about."
"Something most men would give their left nut for," she laughed. "But let me give you the conditions you must agree to. First, you must never, ever breathe a word of what we do to anyone, not even that delightful blonde who works in your office."
"That delightful blonde is my twin sister, and she never talks to anybody about what goes on in my business."
"Be that as it may, you're not to tell her anything!"
"You sure are being mysterious."
"With good reason. I told you that Deborah is an adult and ready to take her place in the world. She is an adult, chronologically, but she needs help getting ready to take her place in the world. Mama knows that you and I are lovers, and I've told her a lot about you. All of it good, I might add, and she and I decided that you should have the honor of making Deborah a full woman."
He stared at her in absolute surprise and exclaimed, "What?"
"Did I say something that you don't understand?" She cocked her head slightly to the side and smiled coyly. "I can put it very straightforward. As you know, I prefer plain language anyway. Deborah needs to get rid of her cherry, and Mama and I want you to relieve her of the affliction. You can't leave us out, of course, and that's where the hard work comes in."
"I don't believe what I'm hearing," he said softly.
"Mama isn't what you think, darling," Naomi said. "She's still a young woman, and I know how she hates her lonely bed. If you like me, you'll like her. I get my hot temperament from her. Anyway, when I proposed that we ask you to initiate Deborah into full womanhood, and let us have a little fun with you in the process, she agreed without a moment's hesitation. She thinks the world of you, Mickey, and she trusts you to keep your mouth shut. No kissing and telling, just kissing and fucking!"
"I'm flabbergasted," he blurted. "You're not playing some sick joke on me, are you?"
"I'm telling you the honest truth, darling," she replied, speaking quiet seriously and looking him straight in the eye. "You won't say no to Mama will you, Mickey? You can't have me if you do."
"Of course, I won't," he replied, squeezing her hand. "I'm absolutely at your disposal, all three of you, and I promise not to spare myself in your service and never to utter a word of this to anyone." He felt ten feet tall, dressed in shining armor and riding a stalwart white charger. "My God, what an honor you're giving me!"
Naomi looked at him lovingly, with dewy eyes, and he sensed that she had chosen him after careful consideration of all the men available to her. He felt especially proud, determined to live up to her erotic expectations, even if it killed him!
Naomi said softly, "Thank you, darling," paused, kissed him on the cheek and added in a lighter vein, "and you'll find that your virtue brings its own reward. Mama is a lovely and passionate woman."
He laughed, striving to keep the delirium he felt from showing. His head was swimming at the prospect of a glorious, amorous weekend. "But what about Deborah? We don't know each other, after all. Well, come to think of it, I don't know your mother that well, but at least she isn't a virgin."
"Oh, she'll do anything Mama wishes, and she's very eager to become a full woman," Naomi replied, smiling at the prospect of helping the young woman achieve her goal. "We told her that we'd be right there to look after her and let her watch us first, and she thought it would be a real lark. She might be a little timid at first, but she'll do whatever we say. You're going to be a very lucky man, darling!"
"Going to be," he exclaimed. He looked at her tenderly and pressed his hand to her mound. "I am already, and if having the run of this treasure isn't enough luck for any man, you're going to put me in possession of two more of the finest women in these parts! Three lovely, passionate women at the same time! That's more luck than any one man can expect in an entire lifetime! Naomi, darling, how can I ever thank you?"
She laughed wickedly. "Just save something for me, darling," she replied. "We're going to work you very hard, but you mustn't forget who brought you here!"
He laughed in return. "As long as I've got one drop of energy left in me, it's yours! Now, tell me, how do you propose to work this? Have you made out a list of hours and appointments for me as they do for paid studs, or am I to sit around and wait for one of you to make the first move?"
Naomi chuckled sexily. "We'll arrange all of that with Mama at tea," she said. "I think her idea is that we should be together at least most of the time and let nature take its course. That isn't to say that we can't have you singly, but part of the thrill is being together as much as possible. Deborah will be with one of us at all times, even it we're making it with you. We want her to see how everything works and get comfortable with it. Now, if you don't have any more questions, we'll go in before you get me so worked up that I can't stand it!"
"We're delighted to see you, Mickey," Mrs. Graham said as they entered the house. "We're so glad you could come."
Rachel was wearing skintight white shorts, a brief halter top that was fighting a valiant but losing battle to contain her tits, and flat sandals. Mickey had never seen her show so much bare skin, and the sight nonplused him. He knew a lot of women half her age who would kill for a body like hers. She kissed him affectionately, further nonplusing him.
Naomi squeezed his hand and giggled softly. "If you look carefully, you can see the outline of her pussy in those tight shorts," she said softly.
"Naomi," Rachel said sharply, "mind your manners!"
"If you didn't want him to see it, why are you showing it off?"
Rachel put her hands on her hips and glared at her daughter with mock anger. Mickey tried to keep from looking at her crotch, but she was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he could see the outline of her long slit in the stretchy material, and he just couldn't keep his eyes away.
"I was glad to get out of the city, Mrs. Graham," he said. "The country is beautiful this time of year."
Rachel smiled and reached for Deborah's hand and pulled her close. "You remember Deborah, don't you?"
"Vaguely," Mickey replied. ""Hello, Deborah, it's nice seeing you again."
Deborah blushed slightly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hello, Mickey," she said softly. "I hope you enjoy the weekend."
She was wearing a sundress similar to Naomi's, and while she didn't fill it out the same way, she looked quite edible.
"If you have anything to do with it," he replied, "I'm sure that I will."
"Tea and cookies will be ready in a few minutes," Rachel said. "I baked the cookies myself."
"Tea and nookies would be more to his liking," Naomi laughed. "Come, Deborah, and let's show Mickey to his room."
Mickey picked up his suitcase and followed Naomi up the stairs, his eyes wiggling in time with the cheeks of her shapely ass. In his bedroom, she took his suitcase from him, set it down, and pressed up against him. Deborah brushed past them and sat in a comfortable armchair near the head of the bed.
Naomi laughed lightly and pushed Mickey into the other armchair and sat on his lap and kissed him passionately. "I want you to get me off," she said softly.
He glanced at Deborah, then whispered, "Finger or tongue?"
"Finger is fine," Naomi murmured. "It wouldn't be fair for me to use your cock before the others get their turn, but I've got to have something!" She shifted so her knees were pointing at Deborah and said, "Can you see everything, darling?"
"Not much to see yet," Deborah giggled.
"Is your tender little pussy tingling? Mine sure is."
Mickey's hand stole up under Naomi's dress and traveled along her smooth legs. She threw her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek and her thighs parted instantly, allowing his hand to slide into her crotch. His eager fingers touched the moist lips of her cunt and found her hairy treasure already throbbing and pouting with arousal.
"No panties, huh?"
"No panties," she replied breathlessly. "I knew you would agree to stay, and I wanted to be ready for you."
"You're some woman, Naomi Graham!"
"Push my dress out of the way so Deborah can see what you're doing."
He pushed her dress up her legs, and she raised up and let it clear her ass, then sat with her legs wide apart, her pussy on full display.
"Lift your dress, darling," Naomi said, "so he can see your gorgeous legs and pretty panties."
Deborah pulled her dress up to the top of her thighs, but didn't open her legs, and Mickey looked at her as he ran the tip of his finger up and down Naomi's gash.
"Mmmmmm, your fingers feel so nice, Mickey," Naomi murmured. "All my pussy has had in it lately is fingers, and they were my own. Shove them in my cunt, darling! Make me feel good!"
He slid a finger between the lips of her cunt. The lips were warm and wet, and they trembled when he touched them. With his thumb and forefinger, he peeled her seam open wide, then shoved his middle finger into her hot hole and twisted it around.
Naomi groaned, clutched him tighter and opened her thighs wider.
"You're so wet," he muttered.
"Of course, silly, I've been thinking about this all morning."
Deborah spread her legs slightly and put her hand on the inside of her thigh.
Mickey worked his finger deep into Naomi's pussy and churned it around in the warm honey of her secretions, then jabbed it back and forth, fucking her.
Naomi tightened her arm around his neck and gasped. "It feels so good, daring," she moaned softly.
Deborah put her hand over her pussy and leaned forward and stared between Naomi's legs, at Mickey's finger in Naomi's hold.
Mickey slipped his index finger into Naomi's cunt along with his middle finger and worked them around more forcefully. She gasped and licked behind his ear and along his neck. As his fingers brought her to the peak of frenzy, she licked his ear, then his cheek, then glued her mouth to his and stabbed her tongue inside.
Mickey felt excited enough to cum right then and there, but controlled himself, knowing he would need all of his strength for later, and mashed Naomi's clit under his thumb and rubbed it rapidly.
Naomi hung onto Mickey's neck and wiggled all over his lap. "Oh, Mickey, oh, oh, d-a-r-l-i-n-g," she squealed, "I'm going to cum, darling!
Oh, yes, yes, harder!"
Deborah kept her hand on her pussy as she got up and walked slowly across to Mickey and squatted down so he could look right up between Naomi's legs.
Mickey watched Deborah's face as his thumb mauled Naomi's clit and pumped his fingers in out of her cunt vigorously.
"Now," Naomi squealed, "I'm cumming, darling! Finish me!"
They kissed passionately, tongues entwining wetly, and Mickey didn't think he had ever felt such intense pleasure in a woman's arms. He felt an intense quiver run through Naomi, then she inundated his busy fingers with a profuse outpouring as her head dropped on his shoulder in her ecstatic rapture.
Mickey kept his fingers in Naomi without moving them and looked at Deborah and said, "What do you think?"
"Cool," Deborah giggled.
"Does it make your pussy tingle?"
"Yeah," Deborah giggled again.
Naomi drew in a long breath and slowly raised her head, looked at Mickey with humid eyes, then kissed him lovingly and murmured, "Oh, darling, that was so good! Do you want me to do you?"
He shivered and nearly yielded to temptation, but kept sufficient self-control to deny himself the sweet pleasure she was offering. "No, dear," he said, "I'd like it, but I'd better reserve my strength for later."
"Oh, you're so good," she whispered. "I hope you fuck me first tonight, darling." Looking at Deborah, she pulled his fingers out of her pussy, lifted them to her mouth, and sucked them. She rose slowly reached down and took Deborah's hand and said, 'Tea should be ready by the time you get downstairs."
Deborah glanced over her shoulder and waved as she followed Naomi through the door.