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Dalton's Delights Ch. 01

By: anonentity



This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and incidents in this novel are wholly the product of the author's imagination and have no substance in reality. Any resemblance to actual persons whether by similarity of name or description, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this novel are over eighteen years of age.

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On the opening night of her show in Bolen's Gallery Cassie had her fingers crossed, but if the liveliness in the gathering crowd was any test her paintings were a success. Not that it was a big crowd but the gallery was comfortably filled. 

Champagne flowed abundantly, the chatter was endless, and people stayed once they came. She and Bolen made the introductions for each other when they could and when they couldn't someone else did. She stood amidst her paintings gauging their pulling power by how long they held the viewers and which ones were the most attractive by the numbers of people gathered in front of them. Bolen was very attentive. When his hand wasn't resting on her naked shoulder during an introduction it was planted in the middle of her bare back. How long before it descended between visitors to her silken clad buttocks would be a function of his intake of champagne. Fortunately there seemed to be a sufficiency of guests to keep him occupied and then amongst them she saw Marcus Dalton approaching. He had eyes only for her and her cheeks were well in bloom when Bolen saw him.

"Ah, Mr. Dalton what a pleasure," he enthused. "You've met Miss Rollins I understand." 

"Oh yes, I have had the pleasure." Dalton replied, and as he took her hand anyone reading Cassie's blush might have guessed just how much pleasure he'd had in making her acquaintance.

"We're most grateful to you Mr. Dalton for recognizing Cassie's talent." 

"Well obviously I am deeply impressed with her paintings and it only hints at the range of talents that she possesses." 

"You're too generous, Mr. Dalton," Cassie returned with a wry smile that acknowledged the erotic range of their dalliance. 

"Perhaps you would give me a tour of your latest efforts with your brush?" he asked smoothly as he drew her away from Bolen. 

"My pleasure," was all she could say. 

"Indeed, my dear! I'm pleased to hear you enjoyed it as much as I did," Dalton teased. 

"You embarrass me," she murmured. 

"I know. You're absolutely gorgeous when you blush like that. It reminds me of the flush I saw spreading over your gorgeous naked little body as you straddled my loins on that unforgettable evening. And now you show as exquisitely in that gown as you did when I first saw you. How is the divine little Amy?"

"She left Atherton Estates the next day and hasn't been back." 

"I see. And what of our other 'artistic' endeavors? Surely you aren't going to abandon our efforts?" 

"I have my hands full with my painting as you can see." 

"As I recall it wasn't only your hands that were full when I last saw you, and you were performing magnificently. In fact I've never known a more creditable performance." He sighed his hand curling about her waist and sliding down over the smooth silk of her dress to find the taut measure of her shapely slim buttock and cup it sensuously in his palm. 

"Flattery will get you anywhere," Cassie laughed dryly over his reference again to their orgy with the gorgeous Amy and Denise accompanied by Laura's strikingly mature beauty. 

"Truly, I am counting on another masterwork from you. You have an undeniable talent. Honestly I can see it in all these paintings before us. You have only to apply your skill and your instincts to what we all experienced together to produce many equally satisfying masterpieces of erotica for us both. A small favor don't you think, considering...?" Dalton probed as they wandered into one of the more secluded aisles of the gallery and stopped before one of her early creations.

He had touched her with his last sally. This exhibit of her work never would have happened if he hadn't purchased 'Dawn' and encouraged his friends to contact Bolen's Gallery. 

"What do you have in mind?" Cassie asked. 

"You know what my appetites are my dear," he answered. 

"As I recall we did the whole 'guy on girls on girls menu' with you," she laughed wryly as he cuddled her loins to his hip. 

"Choose the dish that appeals the most to you", he smiled, "above all I want your enthusiastic participation." 

"I'll see what I can do," Cassie offered at last. 

"Yes, darling," he said urging her into a succulent passage of her sex against his thigh. "I already know what you can do. And now tell me about this little charmer in front of us." 

"Her name is Tracy. She's a delight isn't she?" 

"Indeed" Dalton enthused. "Is she one of Leo's protégées?" 

"No, she's one of mine," Cassie replied as they turned to the next rendering of the girl. 

"Ah, those late late teen years are so delightful," Dalton sighed wistfully taking the measure of the girl's lovely derriere, her luscious cheeks spread to the revelation of her ample sex. 

"Yes. She's one of Amy's classmates who also has taken up modeling," Cassie explained. 

"Does she have Amy's other talents?" Dalton probed. 

"I really don't know. All she did was pose for me." 

"Pity," Dalton sighed, "didn't you find her tempting?" 

"Very! But I'm trying to sublimate my instincts in the interest of my career." 

"What sacrifices we make in the name of art," he sighed. 

"Any chance of an introduction to this little sweetheart," he finished.

"There's always a chance," Cassie smiled. 

"Well see what you can do. I would very much like to add this little darling to my collection. In any case consider your Tracy paintings sold, and mention me to the young lady when you see her next."

"Thank you, Marcus. Bolen will be delighted with your good taste," Cassie laughed. 

"You wouldn't have a similar series of the delectable Amy underway would you?" 

"I could work something up from the pics we shot at her 'cumming-out party' " Cassie offered. 

"Ah! Perfect!" Dalton enthused. "Consider yourself commissioned for the best of that unforgettable evening my dear." 

"And what did you find to be 'the best of that evening' " she murmured as his hand found the cleft between her cheeks, his fingers sounding out the depths between them to settle on the prominent bulge of her silken clad sex eliciting a soft groan of surrender from Cassie's succulent mouth. 

"That moment when the little darling buried her lovely face between these delightful cheeks of yours my dear and worked her eager tongue into the depths of your hot twat while I buried my aching organ into her taut tight virginal vagina," he groaned. 

"I know!" Cassie sighed cuddling into his embrace. "Laura captured that moment with the camera, and that's not all she got!" 

"Yes, as I recall Laura got that lithe long tongue of yours up her twat when it wasn't buried in Denise's" Dalton laughed happily down at her. 

"Yes and you got to fuck us all into an orgy of orgasms you horny old satyr," Cassie giggled up at him. "A night to remember forever!" Dalton smiled "Ah! And now who is this little charmer?" he exclaimed shifting his gaze to the next painting before him. 

"Her name is Jenny. She's the daughter of a woman in my apartment building. Her mother agreed to let her pose for me. In fact I invited her mother here tonight." 

"The girl is a perfect delight! And at just the right age for my tastes," Dalton mused. 

"So is her mother!" Cassie laughed. 

"Her mother can hardly be such a delectable late teenager," Dalton laughed incredulously.

"No. But 'delectable' is the word that describes her," Cassie returned.

"The girl has such an exquisite little butt," Dalton sighed. 

"Like daughter, like mother?" Cassie smiled. 

"And does the daughter have all her mother's other talents?" he questioned appreciatively. 

"I found the girl to have an exquisite radiance of erotic virginity" Cassie smiled over at him. 

"I can see that you have caught the very essence of the little sweetheart's charms my dear." 

"Charms that you would clearly love to devour as I recall from our weekend with Amy and Denise and Laura." Cassie laughed knowingly. 

"My mouth is watering." Dalton groaned. 

"I'm sure that's not all that's 'watering' " Cassie giggled wryly, her hand slipping softly over the fulsome bulge beneath Dalton's fly.

"...and such delicious little tits.." he sighed. "she appears to appreciate her own charms as well.." he observed with a nod at the pose of the girl teasing her own nipple and registering an expression of anguished delight. 

"Oh yes," Cassie laughed again. "She was rather excited by the poses I asked her to take." 

"So you got the little darling to masturbate for you!" he observed studying the next picture. 

"Of course" Cassie smiled. "I told her it would make her poses a lot more convincing if she was sexually aroused and she was very cooperative!" 

"Did she cum?" 

"At least three times that I could see, and a couple of others I could hear while I was looking at the canvas." 

"Did you sample her virginal little twat, Cassie?" 

"I thought about it, but she was so perfectly into the posing that I didn't want to distract her." 

"Do you think she would have sucked your clit, my dear?" 

"Who knows? I certainly wish now that I had sucked hers. Her clit looks quite succulent between her fingers don't you agree?" Cassie teased humoring his imagination. 

"Indeed!" he agreed happily, "and so prominent that I imagine she visits it often by that delightful expression you've captured on her lovely face. Do you think she has an equal appetite for cocks?" he mused. 

"Just look at that beautiful face, at those sexy eyes, that hungry luscious mouth, and imagine her wrapping her darling hand around your organ and pulling it between those soft succulent lips of hers. Have you noticed how full her and curvaceous her mouth is and how it mirrors the perfection of her pussy lips?" Cassie humored his fantasy while her hand took the measure of his phallus buried in his trousers now bulging with anticipation of the delights depicted before him. Dalton groaned, his eyes caressing every nuance of the girl's curvaceous figure apparently captured at that precious moment of adolescent perfection. But it was her lovely face with its expressions of a sensuality beyond her years that most captivated, and intrigued him. "And just how old is this little sweetheart?" he ventured. 

Cassie smiled, "She's older than she looks. She's just nineteen now." 

"She's a 'natural nymphet' isn't she, Cassie?" he concluded with satisfaction. 

"Yes, she has everything you desire in a girl. Striking beauty, youth, virginal sweetness combined with a totally erotic attitude all wrapped up in a curvaceous petite little package. And if I know your tastes, Dalton, and I do, a butt to die for," Cassie laughed knowingly. "Would you care for a peak between her cheeks?" she teased. Dalton nodded soberly, his gaze riveted to the girl's delightful buttocks. 

With a knowing smile Cassie tugged a cord and a curtain slid back to reveal a series of paintings offering the most intimate views of the girl's privates captured by Cassie's talented brush. "These views aren't for everyone but I can see that you appreciate their unique charms," Cassie said with a glance up at Dalton. 

"Most generous of you my dear," he replied "and it is so fortunate that you have highlighted one of this girl's most delightful attributes."

"Yes, as I recall you became entranced with Amy's tight little anal pucker when you couldn't penetrate her virginal vagina at first, and when I asked Jenny if she was still a virgin this was the pose she struck with her hands clasped protectively over her vulva. And when I asked her if she wanted to have sex you can see the eagerness in her face. And when I asked her if she'd ever had sex this is what she showed me"

Cassie smiled extending her finger to point at the image of the girl's slim fingers spreading her labia to the revelation of her taut vaginal opening with its bordering hymeneal curtain. "So obviously Mr. Dalton, this little charmer is highly sexed, ideally suited to your inclinations and like Amy she's never been fucked. When I asked her to show me her favorite position for self-pleasuring she rolled over on her tummy, slid her fingers up over her vulva to spread her labia, used her other hand on her clitoris and gave herself three orgasms while I painted this picture of her doing it to herself."

"Ah! You've captured her pleasure most admirably, Cassie, and what a lovely young lady. Name your price Cassie." 

"My price?" 

"For 'Jenny' of course; this whole series of the girl. Whatever your price is I will give an equal sum to the girl upon meeting her." 

"You want me to set you up with Jenny?" 

"Believe me I will make it worth your while and hers." 

"I do believe you Dalton! I'll ask her mother," Cassie smiled up at him. "Would you like a preview of the lady? There she is," Cassie exclaimed with a tug on the curtain beside Jenny's paintings, savoring the astonished expression on Dalton's face as he stared at the revelation of the girl's stunning mother. 

"Like daughter like mother indeed," he sighed appreciatively. Cassie giggled, "Lets see, there are six paintings of Jenny and I'm asking twenty thousand dollars for the series...what would you give for the mother too?"

"She looks rather glamorous for motherhood," Dalton gasped in awe at the woman's striking beauty. 

"Indeed," Cassie agreed, "Kathy is a professional model and it looks like her daughter could be one too. As you can see Marcus they both have a rather unique talent for the erotic, each complementing the other's charms, all heightened by their differences in age. What you see before you now is both the budding beauty and the flower of perfection, Kathy and Jenny together each inseparably enhancing the other's charms. What would you give for the both of them?" 

"Tell the mother to name her sum they will be a bargain at any price," he muttered. 

"I mean the paintings of course," Cassie explained. 

"To be sure," Dalton smiled wanly, his gaze devouring the voluptuous charms of the mother contrasted with the budded beauties of her daughter that Cassie had captured so perfectly in her montage of these two utterly delicious creatures of delight.

"You say the mother and daughter live in your apartment building?" he questioned. 

"Yes the mother's name is Kathy," Cassie smiled.

"And the girl's father?" 

"I don't know anything about him, he's not on the scene. Kathy and Jenny live alone." 

"You say the mother is a model?" 

"Yes, she models and works for a film studio, Priceless Productions," Cassie answered with a knowing lift of her brows. 

"To be sure" Dalton nodded wisely, the studio's reputation for off-beat erotic epics well known to him and his circle. "And the daughter? Does she by any chance also have some role at the studio?" he queried.

"Jenny goes to a private girl's school but as you can see Marcus, Kathy and Jenny have a very unique relationship. Have you ever seen a mother and daughter in a pose like this before?" Cassie smiled drawing another curtain aside to reveal her painting of Kathy and Jenny posing together in a naked embrace as if in slumber. 

They lay entwined amidst rumpled sheets their curvaceous limbs artfully arranged to reveal the contrasts in the beauties of their bodies, the effect utterly suggestive of nothing less than the rapturous afterglow of lesbian sex and the seduction of youthful beauty by womanly lust.

"Remarkable!" Dalton enthused. 

"Yes. I thought so too when I first asked them to take this pose how readily they not only cooperated, but how obviously they enjoyed the experience. It took me several sessions to finish this painting and by the time it was done I was wondering just how far I could go with posing those two into full range of lesbian incest erotica. I have a hunch they would do anything I wanted them too if the price was right. You'd love to see them doing a sixty nine on each other wouldn't you Marcus?" Cassie tossed teasingly up at him. 

"Do you think they would?" he marveled, his gaze focused on the painting so utterly fetching in the erotic overtones of lesbian incest, while he contemplated her speculation and his offer. "I have to tell you Marcus that there are other connoisseurs as delighted with Kathy and Jenny as you are; I've already had a substantial bids for this series of paintings, and there are others who are thoroughly intrigued with what these two beauties have to offer," Cassie finished with a meaningful glance up into his face. "Yes I'm sure the word is out there on this pair, and no doubt these paintings will bring a rush of offers," he sighed. "Cassie, I'm prepared to give you fifty thousand dollars for your whole series of 'Kathy and Jenny', and an equal sum to mother and daughter as a down payment for their services as models for lesbian erotica. If they should choose to render additional services together to me, they will find me exceedingly generous in proportion to their talents, enthusiasm, and readiness to further indulge my appetites for their undeniable charms, and there will be a magnificent bonus for the girl's maidenhead as well." 

Cassie stared up at him with delight and amused satisfaction, clearly his wealth was exceeded only by his appetites for the erotic. "I will pass your offer on to Kathy and Jenny. When I painted these pictures I never imagined them as advertising, nor myself as a Madam," she laughed. 

In reply Dalton reached into his jacket, produced a checkbook, and moments later Cassie was staring at two checks in her hands for fifty thousand dollars each when voices heralded the arrival of other viewers into the privacy of this secluded gallery. One voice Cassie recognized as Bolen's the other was most providentially Jenny's mother!

"Ah, there you are Marcus," Bolen exclaimed catching sight of them. "Let me introduce you to this living breathing beauty whose charms Cassie has so perfectly offered us in her painting. Kathy Collins meet Marcus Dalton," Enrico enthused. 

"My pleasure!" Dalton crooned taking Kathy's hand and lifting it to his lips for a soft caress. 

"It would appear that I have little to hide from you, Mister Dalton," Kathy laughed with a wry lift of her eyebrows and a nod at the painting behind him. 

"The sample I have just now had of your exquisite beauty is only enhanced by meeting you in person. Please call me Marcus. We should most certainly begin on a first name basis after these exquisite revelations Kathy," Dalton returned sincerely with a nod at the paintings. "Indeed," Cassie put in enthusiastically, "Marcus has just purchased my entire series of 'Kathy and Jenny' for his art collection." 

"Ah! Delightful!" Bolen enthused, "Mister Dalton is a true connoisseur of the best in 'artes erotique,"

"With models of such perfection as you Kathy and your daughter Jenny, in the hands of such an artist as our Cassie who most perfectly renders not only your beauty but the inspiration behind it, I could not pass up this wonderful opportunity to indulge myself in the exquisite charms of you and your daughter forever," Dalton answered. "I have left a small token of my appreciation with Cassie for you, and I can only hope that this meeting will be but the first of many," he finished with another soft caress of Kathy's hand before surrendering it at last. "You quite take my breath away, Mister Dalton, ...I mean Marcus." Kathy exclaimed pressing her hand to her succulent bosom. 

"Then you know how I first felt upon seeing you and your daughter revealed in this most sublime fashion," he returned with wave of his hand at the painting before them. "Perhaps we could meet for lunch in the near future when your daughter is...free. I should most appreciate savoring your presence together," he finished, handing Kathy his card. A soft smile played over Kathy's luscious lips as she accepted his card and glanced up into his eyes. "My daughter is finishing boarding school before college so she is not readily available, but if the opportunity presents itself perhaps she would enjoy a nice lunch since the menu at school is so boring," she smiled with a subtle lift of her graceful brows. 


Dalton's Delights Ch. 01



"I am at your convenience, Kathy," Dalton smiled, lifting her hand to his mouth for a quick touch of his lips while she tossed an awed glance at Cassie. "You have my number, give me a call when you've discussed my invitation with your daughter, and now in the meantime Mister Bolen, what arrangements can we make to have this delightful feast of paintings sent to my abode?" he finished. 

"Come with me and we will see to it immediately. You shall have them by tomorrow afternoon," Bolen gushed and with that the men left Cassie alone with Kathy.

"Wow!" Kathy gasped, "He's quite something isn't he?" 

"You haven't seen anything yet. Get a load of this," Cassie giggled extending the check to Kathy and savoring the astonished expression suffusing her lovely features. 

"What's this?" Kathy gasped. 

"It's a gratuity for you and Jenny for being such perfectly lovely models, no strings attached. But I know Dalton very well, and I can tell you he is utterly smitten with you and Jenny. He is fabulously wealthy, and he could be extraordinarily generous if you actually deliver what you and Jenny offer in my paintings of you both. "Fifty thousand dollars! That's more than I make in a year at the studio," Kathy exclaimed. "What's the catch?" 

"He wants a whole series of you and Jenny in lesbian poses. I know he'd pay big money to have a painting of you two in a sixty-nine. Would Jenny do it?" 

"It's possible," Kathy shrugged indifferently, "what else does he want?" 

"Sex with you and your daughter for big, big, money, and there's a bonus too." 

"A bonus?" 

"For Jenny's virginity. I don't know how much he'll give her but I would guess it would see her though college and well beyond." 

"My god!' Kathy moaned. "How well do you know him. Is he in to S.M., domination, and that kind of rot?" 

"No. I was in an orgy with him and three gorgeous babes. The youngest was eighteen like Jenny. He just loves beautiful sexy girls, teens like Jenny mixing it up with him and gorgeous babes like you, and bisexual lesbian stuff. The mother and daughter thing with you and Jenny must really turn him on too. Could you handle that?"

"Oh I've just been through that with Jenny. My ex wasn't her father, and he was after her right from the start. I should have dumped him when I found out but I was still in love with him so I got involved to watch over Jenny so she wouldn't get pregnant, and so she wouldn't have to sneak around and hide it from me. She had just turned eighteen and as it happened we both loved the sex with him and each other. I know it's weird but that's the way it was. I've always had a yen for girls as well as guys and when my ex got Jenny into the act with us it was fun getting her turned on, and she loved it. The two rules we had was no sneaking around and no vaginal intercourse with Jenny; that was my turf with him. But then one day I came home from work and found them in bed together. He had her straddling his waist and his cock was almost up into her vagina when I came into the bedroom, caught them and he didn't even have a condom on. That was the end of the sex, the marriage, everything a month ago."

"Dalton is your lucky day. It could be that he will set you both up financially for life if you both give him what he's looking for," Cassie said simply.

Kathy nodded knowingly. "Well he wouldn't be disappointed with Jenny. She's just like I am when she gets sexed up. We're both multi-orgasmic and she will try anything her lover wants her to, that's why I had to get her away from my ex before he fucked her vagina and got her pregnant. I wouldn't mind hopping into the sack with Dalton and give it a try just for the bucks, but I have to be sure that he will be good to Jenny before I let her get into it," 

"Well you could always start with lunch and see if he picks up the tab," Cassie giggled.

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Dalton's Delights Ch. 02



Chapter 02 

Kathy teases Dalton with her daughter's delights.

A week dragged by. A week in which Dalton's expectations rose and fell with each phone call not from Kathy Collins. He occupied himself in his study, a spacious circular wood paneled room lined with books, paintings, and an entertainment center with a large spacious leather couch. 

To the casual viewer the room suggested all the refinements of high culture in literature, art, music, and theatre. Upon closer inspection one discerned a focus upon the sensual, upon the nude female figure in the art, upon the erotic in the handsomely bound leather volumes, and upon the pornographic in the collections of film. The bookcases opposite the theatre screen were in fact a wall that parted and when opened revealed Dalton's most private collection of erotic art. His attention was now focused in this gallery with arranging Cassie's creations bearing the likenesses of Kathy Collins and her daughter, Jenny. 

Previously the principal painting was Cassie's depiction of Amy and Laura captured in the lesbian perfection of their sixty-nine their lovely faces buried passionately between each other's thighs, their tongues working feverishly over each others labial lips. 

Dalton often amused himself contemplating the sight. It never failed to evoke the delights of that incredible long weekend at Atherton with Cassie, Laura, Amy, and the sweet little Denise when he was witness to those long sessions of cunnilingus between the girls inspired to ever greater heights of passion by his unfailing phallus thrust repeatedly, and by turns into their weeping vulvas, convulsing anal puckers, and hungry mouths. He had reveled in what a perfect delight there was in the contrast between the girls' flowering late teen beauties and the womanly perfection of Cassie's and Laura's voluptuous charms. Clearly the girls and the women had found a deep satisfaction in their lovemaking as well.

Dalton could only muse over the long hours of cunnilingus between Amy and Laura, which Cassie had captured to perfection with her innately understanding paintbrush, an understanding which all four females had brought to that orgy with him at Atherton. Now to his delight Cassie had once again captured that piquant charm of flowered female beauty between Kathy Collins, and her daughter Jenny. Cassie's works clearly showed that this gorgeous mother and daughter had already experimented with sexual arousal together and he now fervently desired to draw them both into his world of erotic fulfillment. 

In the lovely daughter he saw the likenesses of the beauteous mother, and he longed to experience every nuance of sexual satisfactions with both of them, and not only to experience once again youth and maturity in the act but to savor it with a mother and daughter of such exquisite and unusual incestuous sensuality that his organ hardened at the very thought of it.

With a sigh he gazed at his arrangement of Cassie's art upon his wall. The naked images of Kathy embracing Jenny now occupied the center of his collection so that he could compare their beauties, one with the other. Whether it was face or figure he delighted in the contrasts and similarities, and let his imagination roam at will over what it might be like to experience every detail of their beauties in simultaneous sex with each other, and himself with both of them. He lounged upon the luxury of his leather couch, his eyes fixed upon the feast before him when it wasn't lingering on the silent telephone at his side, while his hand massaged his organ into repeated erections.

When the phone at last rang the voice at the other end was Cassie's. "Marcus," she intoned, "I have something for you." 

"My dear, whatever it is you have so stimulated my hunger with your painterly appetizers that I am utterly famished for the feast that this gorgeous mother and daughter before me have not yet served," he groaned. 

"Patience dear Marcus," Cassie laughed. "In the meantime enjoy my next appetizer to you." And with that she hung up. 

Her gift arrived the next day wrapped with two roses held by the ribbon, one in full bloom, the other flowering. He sniffed and regarded the flowers with wry amusement as they were of course symbolic of the mother and the budding daughter with virginal overtones. 

When he opened the package his suspicions were rewarded with an album of Kathy's and Jenny's photos that Cassie had apparently shot as reference for her rendering of the two in her paintings. The photos of Kathy's sumptuous beauty was the perfect compliment to those of her daughter's and bespoke an erotic quality that he found utterly delightful. 

The photos of Jenny's offered the girl in a delightful collection of erotic poses that displayed the little darling's most intimate aspects, and most particularly her hymen revealing that the girl was still a virgin, which he found not only incredible but utterly captivating to his starving libido, the proof that his extravagant offer for her maidenhead was not mistaken. 

That Cassie knew his of love for fellatio all too well from that weekend with her and the other girls at Atherton he observed in the series of montages she had composed that offered Jenny in the most suggestive poses possible, poses that he spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating to distraction, captured particularly by the girl's sumptuous mouth, her lips made for caressing cocks. 

Jenny's mother spent the week torn between her good fortune and her indecision. Never in her whole life had she had so much cash in her hands at one time; fifty thousand dollars just as a down payment on what sums the future could bring for posing with Jenny in lesbian lovemaking to begin with, and where it would go from there Kathy could easily predict. 

But of course it was more than the mere whim of a man charmed by Cassie's paintings. He really wanted Jenny's virginity no doubt, and what would he pay for it along with her own participation in orgies of sex with him and her daughter? The knowledge flooded Kathy's consciousness with confusion and a certain sense of liberation as well.

Dalton's card lay on the coffee-table beside her phone. A call to him could open the door to financial freedom for her self and her daughter if what Cassie had told her about Dalton's wealth and his inclinations was true. On the other hand fifty thousand dollars in the hand was worth two in the bush, and she felt a strong impulse to let the whole matter rest just where it lay at present.

However Dalton had been utterly charming at the reception, and she had sensed a sincere fascination not only with Cassie's depictions, but of herself as a person. Her mind flitted over her past, dwelling as it so often did on that time when she had found herself pregnant, seduced as a teen by her own innocently passionate nature into sex on that incredible cruise with her seducer and his mistress. She had borne Jenny and loved her, determined that she would protect her from such a fate, but ironically she and Fred and Jenny had just relived her own youth. But at least her daughter was still a vaginal virgin, if not otherwise. 

Like herself Jenny had demonstrated a passionate, easily aroused sexuality, and in the last months with Fred and herself the girl had been introduced to virtually the whole menu of sex, short of vaginal intercourse. Wryly, Kathy had to admit that Jenny had proved a very apt pupil, utterly willing and eager to experience whatever might be offered, the girl's erotic sensibilities blooming with the budding of her beauties. 

There was no doubt about it, Jenny loved sex as much as she did herself, and it would only be a brief matter of time before Jenny lost her vaginal virginity to ... whom? With a sigh, Kathy picked up the phone but her call wasn't to Dalton, it was to Jenny.  "Hi Mom. I was just going to take a shower. What's up?" Jenny chirped in her ear. 

"Well, quite a bit dear. I just saw Cassie Rollins at her exhibition of the paintings she did of you and me." 

"Really? Does she want us to pose for her again?" 

"Would you like to Jenny?" 

"Yeah! That was fun!" 

"I met someone else at the exhibit too. A man who was so impressed with our pictures that he bought all of them. His name is Marcus Dalton and he is very, very rich. He gave me a check for fifty thousand dollars, what he calls a 'gratuity' for us being such good models. Can you believe it?" 

"Jeez, he must really like our looks!" Jenny gasped. 

"He does Baby. He would like to take us both to lunch, and he especially wants to meet you." 

"He does?" 

"Yes dear. He was very taken with your poses, and he thinks you're absolutely gorgeous." 

"But I can't get away from school during the week, mom, we're having finals." 

"I know dear. Just think about it, and if you think you'd like to do it ...I mean meet him for lunch..., I'll give you his number and you can call him when you decide." 

"Yeah! Alright, Where would we go?" 

"I don't know but you can be sure it would be very special." 

"I've got an awful lot of stuff to do right now with exams and everything." 

"I know dear, just let me know when you make up your mind."

"What's he like, mom?" 

"He's very good looking, Baby. Very distinguished. Very rich, and very interested in girls like you. If you decide you'd like to meet him I know he'd especially like to hear it from you." "Okay. I'll think about it. I miss you mom," Jenny signed her gaze fixed on the bathroom door mirror reflecting the full length of her naked body. At nineteen she wished her body was more like her moms and most of the other girls she knew at school instead of so delicately shaped. It hadn't changed much since she was fifteen but in some ways it was pretty good even then. With a wry smile she cupped her breast and squeezed it thinking that her mom's boobs were so much more sexy than her own, but this man must have liked her 'little girl' tits anyhow. 

She turned and glanced back at her buttocks satisfied that she had a really cute butt even if it wasn't as gorgeous as mom's and Fred sure liked to feel it every chance he got. And that wasn't all he'd felt in the last year! All those times when he had played with her nipples and mom's, and then got her to suck mom's tits, and then when mom had sucked hers and she'd felt all those fantastic sensations in her clit when mom touched her there. 

It had been too long since she had known all those delicious sensations from his fingers too she had to admit, her hand curling down over tummy to find her clitoris and begin that familiar massage that could so quickly bring her to orgasm when she had such sexy thoughts as were filling her head at the moment. Another orgasm right now would be cool while she was thinking about what might happen with that Mister Dalton if he was anything like Fred. The steam from the shower filled the room fogging the mirror and amidst the rush of water she could hear the familiar sounds of her fingers working her clit and her wet pussy lips that had her gasping with satisfaction as she lifted her pelvis into the pulsing spray pummeling her clit into another good quick orgasm 

*****

By the time the call reached Dalton he had feared it would never come, but then a girl's voice had chirped "Mister Dalton? This is Jenny. Mom said you wanted to take us to lunch but I can't get away from school till the weekend and after that I will be real busy with exams. I mean I would love to go to lunch, sir, but ..." 

The girl's voice trailed off in uncertainty and Dalton pondered the situation. "How about dinner on Saturday evening then? Your mother and I could pick you up at your school. We could have dinner and perhaps do a little theatre afterwards." 

"Oh yes...that would be lovely. I'll tell mom. Thank you, sir."

"You're most welcome, Jenny." 

"Oh, mom told me you bought all our pictures too. I guess you must like them?" 

"I adore them Jenny. In fact I'm looking at them right now as we speak." 

"Well I guess you will know me when you see me then," the girl giggled. 

"Will you be nude, dear?" he chuckled. 

"My goodness no Mister Dalton. But what would you like me to wear?" 

"As little as possible, Jenny." 

"I'll think about it sir," she said and hung up with a soft giggle echoing promisingly in his ear.

That hint was even more promising when he arrived at the apartment building on Saturday evening and found the girl's mother waiting at the entrance. He got out of his car and opened the door for Kathy as she walked lithely to him, the beauty of her face and form more than fulfilling the promises of Cassie's renderings in her paintings of the woman. 

She was dressed in a simple scoop-neck blouse and skirt so perfectly fitted that the now familiarly luscious curves of her body were subtly revealed in all their perfection. He recognized as well in her stride the display of a high fashion model that highlighted the attractiveness of her simple costume. "It's so good of you to take us to dinner, Mister Dalton," Kathy smiled up at him sliding gracefully onto the car seat. 

Catching a generous glimpse of the deep cleft between her succulent breasts in her low-necked blouse Dalton was further charmed by the delightful twin bulges of her nipples showing beneath the thin fabric, confirming his observation that despite the fact that she was braless her breasts lifted firmly into an utterly provocative upward tilt. "My utter pleasure," he intoned gratefully, savoring the subtle knowing smile on her lips that acknowledged her awareness of the satisfactions she was giving him. 

She settled onto the bench-seat as he slid behind the wheel and glanced down at what he could see of her legs, her thin skirt hiding her knees from his eyes but settling around the curves of her shapely thighs in a most enticing way. His mind's eye had memorized her naked beauty from the paintings in every detail, and he now found it utterly charming to know so perfectly what her garments only subtly concealed.

A connoisseur of feminine charm Dalton was again struck by the extraordinary beauty of the woman now alone with him for the first time. Her facial features were perfection with wide-set dark eyes beneath gracefully arched brows, her nose delicate, her lips full and sumptuously shaped like her daughter's, her long dark hair full of auburn tints and held at the nape of her graceful neck with a gold clasp. 

As for her body he knew its nudity in every detail from his hours of studying Cassie's renderings of the woman's gorgeous contours, yet he could not resist the urge to cast lingering glances at the living embodiment of this beauty beside him while he steered his car into the traffic. 

Kathy returned his glances with a regard of her own, quite frankly acknowledging his obvious appreciation of her beauty with a subtle smile of her sumptuous lips and a knowing lift of her lovely brows. In her expressions Dalton recognized a knowing sensuousness and a vibrant electric charge that resonated to perfection with his own erotic sympathies. 

Beautiful women he knew were often well attuned to the sensuality their charms awakened in men, and many pretended obliviousness to protect themselves from unwanted advances, but this lovely creature beside him now had not only shed all such pretensions for the moment at least, she was letting the light of her sexual soul bathe him in its erotic glow. "I can't express how much pleasure the paintings of you and Jenny have given me. They are all a perfect delight hanging in my study gallery," he intoned.

"Well, sir, I can't express how stunned I was to receive your gratuity. When Cassie gave me your so incredibly generous check it floored me. So if your generosity is any of measure of the pleasure my daughter and I have given you we are delighted as well. And now dinner and theatre to top it off!" she exclaimed with a helpless smile.

"I must tell you that I simply had to meet you and your daughter together. Cassie has done a marvelous job of capturing your outer beauty, but as little as I know of you right now it is clear that the paintings only hint at the charm of your living personalities, and your unique relationship."

"You're very kind, Mister Dalton," Kathy returned, the subtly droll smile touching her lips immediately invoking a phallic response in Dalton.

"Your daughter is an extraordinarily beautiful young lady," he ventured, "and so adept at modeling for one so young. How old is she?"

"She's older in certain ways than she looks," Kathy laughed, choosing not to divulge her daughter's nineteen years. Clearly Dalton was charmed by Jenny's adolescent appearance and it could be useful to encourage that impression while hinting at her daughter's sexual sophistication. 

"The two of you make a gorgeous bouquet," Dalton enthused.

"Thank you, Marcus. My daughter really is quite lovely. She attracts a lot of attention, and her nature is so like mine that I sent her to a girls' boarding school to keep her out of trouble with boys." Kathy returned with a simple shrug of her shapely shoulder.

"How long has Jenny been attending the school?" he asked.

"Since she was twelve" Kathy smiled dryly. "My ex paid for it then and he's still paying for it now as part of the divorce settlement. I enrolled her in the school to put her to some degree beyond Fred's reach and to protect her virginity from him and horny boys."

"Well as gorgeous and as uninhibited as she appears in Cassie's paintings a private girl's school is just the place for her I'm sure," he smiled.

"Yes.. 'uninhibited' is a good word for describing Jenny," she laughed wryly.

Dalton smiled. "It would appear from her poses in the paintings that she has some acquaintance with ... what shall I say ...the sensual and the erotic?" "My ex was very fond of porno films...he indulged himself often and Jenny was exposed to such things ...frequently..." Her voice trailed off meaningfully and, while Dalton decided not to pursue the matter further he guessed that the girl had experienced rather more than just watching pornography. How much more time and this evening might reveal.

Their conversation turned then to more mundane matters as Kathy gave him directions for the school and at last he viewed the iron fence surrounding the modest building and the drive leading up to the portico. When Dalton stopped at the entrance a door swung open and he observed the unmistakable beauty of Jenny Collins waving and descending the steps to the car, a bulky bag slung over her slim shoulder. 

She wore a simple, mid-thigh length shift that flowed nicely about her nubile figure, fitted neatly to her slim waist and delicately cupped her modest breasts so that he could catch occasional glimpses of her luscious nipples beneath it, revealing that she was as braless as her mother. 

Her slim shapely bare legs, accented by the rise of high-heeled pumps complimented her long graceful arms. He found the living moving youngster as utterly satisfying as Cassie's renderings of the girl's naked charms so perfectly imprinted in his mind that he could almost visualize her nude before him while Kathy made the introductions.

Clearly the girl had followed his instructions to 'wear as little as possible,' and he could now take the actual measure of her nubile charms in a dress she had worn for one of Cassie's paintings.

The garment was a brief black flowered affair held by tiny straps descending from her shapely shoulders to reveal her delightful cleavage and the tempting shapes of her braless young breasts. Her height came barely to his shoulder and the proportions between her long slim shapely legs and short torso were ideal, and there was not an ounce of unneeded weight in her form. 

As they stood together he observed that the woman was a head taller than her daughter, her full luscious figure a beauteous contrast to Jenny's budding beauties. In the lively beauty of the girl's young face he saw as well a cascade of girlish expressions that seemed to mask a subtle knowledge and he guessed that indeed the girl 'was older than she looked in certain ways'. If there was one feature that distinguished Jenny whatever her age it was her long shapely naked legs with ankles, calves, knees, and thighs that he instantly craved to caress and explore with his hands. 




Dalton's Delights Ch. 02



"Jenny, this is Mister Dalton. He's going to take us to dinner at Bouquet La Femme and then to the ballet afterwards." 

"Pleased to meet you, sir," the girl smiled charmingly up into his face and extended her hand. 

"My utter pleasure to meet you in person, Jenny," Dalton returned cupping the warmth of her fingers in his palm and reading the subtle droll expression in the girl's eyes that acknowledged what he must have seen of her in Cassie Rollin's paintings.. 

"I love the ballet," Jenny exclaimed. "This company is very special," Dalton nodded. "Here, let me help you with your bag," he added lifting it from her back with one hand while his other hand slid up her bare arm to remove the strap and savor the smooth warm fresh silkiness of her skin. 

"Thank you, sir," she said prettily with a quick glance up into his face while holding her arm still for that first lingering touch of his hand. "Here Baby, you sit between us," Kathy ordered and slid off the bench-seat so Jenny could slip onto it. With delight Dalton took the measure of the woman and girl as they moved to arrange themselves on the seat. Holding the door he felt Kathy's shapely warmth when she nestled against him to make room for her daughter to slide onto the seat, her curvaceous body a perfect delight in his space. 

Then as Jenny slid onto the seat the hem of her short dress, captured by the leather of the seat, lifted and he could study the full length of her bare legs all the way to her hip. Clearly if she was wearing panties they were of mere wisps. Settling into the seat and tugging her dress down a bit Jenny tossed a knowing glance up at him that he found utterly delightful. Clearly the girl knew exactly how to offer her charms, and in his mind's eye he saw her as beauteously naked as he had observed her in Cassie's renderings.

With an amused glance up into his face Kathy slid onto the seat beside her daughter. When Dalton shut the car door she had to snuggle so close to Jenny on the bench seat that they had to find room for him behind the wheel. The night being warm he removed his jacket before seating himself next to the girl who solved the problem by lifting her arm to rest it on the seat behind him. In the confined space of the coupe Jenny found herself sandwiched so snugly between this man and her mother that she could feel the movements of his leg against her thigh, and his arm warm against her side. She glanced up at him taking in his features and found him quite handsome indeed, impressively distinguished in appearance, and certainly older than Fred, her mom's ex. 

She saw him return her study with a smile, and took in the way his eyes searched her face, fell to her bosom, and then lingered upon her legs before capturing her eyes again. Instantly she knew that he liked her legs and it pleased her that she had groomed them to perfection. As for her breasts she knew her nipples showed beneath her top, and she sensed by the glances he darted at her bosom that he appreciated her offering of them in this way.

The leather seat felt comfy under her bare legs as she settled herself between her mother and Mr. Dalton, her heeled pumps lifting her bare knees so that her skirt slid back to the revelation of her thighs. She could feel how cool the leather felt on the backs of her legs all the way to her buttocks bare except for the thin little thong she'd chosen for this adventure collapsing into the crease between her cheeks. 

Squirming her bottom on the seat to gain a little more room she found herself so confined between her mother and this stranger beside her as he started the car that she'd had to lift her arm behind him so she could breathe with freedom. 

Clearly there was plenty of room for her in the back seat but obviously her mom wanted her where she was now, and as Mister Dalton steered the car into traffic Jenny felt the movements of his arm brushing against her left breast but she had no room to avoid the sensations awakening so suddenly and so readily within her nipple, and it had been such a long time since she had enjoyed those feelings that now she knew that the call her mom had wanted her to make to Mr. Dalton had been the right one. 

Looking down at her naked legs Jenny sensed Mr. Dalton's glances at them as well, and considered adjusting her dress for modesty's sake but it was impossible and then it occurred to her that he owned all those pictures of her posed in the most revealing ways. He had already seen her naked body from every angle: her tits, her bare butt, even close-ups of her pussy and her butt cheeks and what was between them, and she had nothing to hide now. 

A slow flush mounted in her neck and rose into her face, along with other sensations just as familiar, a stream of tingles coming from her left breast pressed against the back of his arm. She raised her shoulder and shifted in the seat to move her breast away but there was no room, and it seemed that whatever she did his arm, with the warmth of his flesh under his thin sleeve, was always there against her nipple. 

Jenny caught her breath, felt those familiar little thumbs of her heart, and that sexy sensation in her tummy when she got excited and glanced over at her mother. The look she got back was one that she knew all too well: the soft smile, the subtle lift of her mom's eyebrows over her brightened eyes, and then there was that familiar comforting pat of mom's hand on her naked right knee that carried that special message of its own.

Dalton heard the little sigh with which Jenny surrendered into relaxation and felt the girl's warmth settling against him. Now he could take the full measure of her darling breast against his arm, feel its adolescent firmness through the thin fabric of her dress along with the new sensation of her puffy nipple collapsing into a hardened bud.

He moved his hand on the wheel so that his arm caressed her firming little bulge more purposefully and he heard her catch her breath again as the sensations from her breast streamed through her. And then when he repeated the movement he felt that now she was perhaps actually settling her breast against his arm to know even more of those little pleasures.

Delicately he savored the firmness of her budding breast against his arm topped with the delight of her nipple hardening into arousal and felt her lift her shoulder pressing her breast even more firmly into his massage.

Jenny glanced up at the man beside her. He wasn't at all like her mom's ex. Fred was just a young jock. Mr. Dalton must be fifty or more, clean shaven, very well groomed with just a touch of gray in his dark hair, and he had to be really rich to have given her mom all that money. 

They were sitting so close that she could scent his cologne, and was sure he could smell hers. Even his shirt suggested wealth it fitted him so perfectly, the thin cloth of his sleeve felt silky smooth against her breast. The sensations there were quite delicious now, and when she looked over at her mother the glance she got back showed that her mom knew just what she was experiencing, and she knew then that it would be all right to give in to what she was feeling at that moment. Dalton felt the girl move her arm on the seat behind him and the way the movement purposefully settled her young breast even more into the caressing of his arm against her tingling nipple. He could feel how her breath was deepening and the way her young bosom was rising and falling as she gave herself over to the mounting excitement within her.

He could sense that the girl was now totally focused on the caresses from his arm, and when he glanced down at her legs her knees had parted from their modest closeness to suggest the delicious beauty of her inner thighs to where her hand still clasped her dress into her loins. The girl's shapely legs were an utter delight, long and slim, her flawless skin smooth, lightly tanned, carefully groomed, and their beauty drew every glance Dalton's could spare from his driving.

Jenny gazed down at her mother's hand on her knee and felt the soft comforting caress of her fingers sliding over her skin. And then there was that soft subtle pressure on the inside of her knee that drew her legs apart a bit more. How often had she felt that same caress as mom and Fred had cuddled with her on the couch! But his seduction of her had taken a long time and she had never even met this man beside her now. 

Yet, slowly, hesitantly, Jenny yielded, gradually opening herself to what was being asked of her. Her left ankle folded, the movement opening her knees while her other foot extended to the right, the movement giving this man an unobstructed view of the inside of her right leg all the way from her ankle up to where her dress rumpled over her crotch.

Everyone said she had lovely legs and it was obvious from the constant glances this man beside her was giving them that he thought so too. With a subtle smile Jenny let her legs spread and tossed a quick glance up at him reading his satisfaction with her offering. Dalton's right hand left the wheel and fiddled with the CD player filling the car with a sensuous New Age sound, and then his hand rested casually on the shift lever so that his fingers dangled over her left knee, and then slid slowly and softly over its shape, the touches so suggestive they made her catch her breath. 

Glancing up again at her mother Jenny saw that she knew what was happening and read that familiar smile of acquiescence on her lovely lips. So when Mister Dalton's little finger left her knee and then began to explore the warmth leading to her inner thigh she didn't move her leg away. In fact her left ankle had turned uncomfortably in her high-heeled shoe and when she righted it the movement brought her knee up to his hand that slid off the shift-lever and came to rest on the top of her bare leg just above her knee. 

She felt his fingers close for a moment and take the measure of her there, and especially the way his thumb slid in a long slow caress along the outside of her leg while his fingers savored her inner contours. Now the back of his arm against her nipple felt even more delicious and that familiar breathless sensation of surrender filling her once more, she moved her shoulder so that her nipple snuggled into his touch and her breast slid softly over his arm.

"I love that music, don't you dear?" her mother crooned.

"Yeah, it's cool," Jenny murmured back. 

"I think I'll just close my eyes and listen," Kathy smiled tipping her head back on the seat, and that's when Dalton's hand closed softly over the warmth of Jenny's upper leg. His fingers feeling slowly and softly for all the contours of her thigh, their tips sending little tickles of excitement thrilling through her loins to mingle with the ripples of pleasure from her nipple. 

Jenny felt and watched his hand savoring the shapes of her leg, his touch was gently encompassing, his long fingers moving both boldly and subtly over the inside of her thigh shoving the hem of her dress up to the full revelation of her naked loins. She felt her breath catch in a quick pant as his fingers explored her there, and when she glanced up at him he was smiling down at her so fondly that she just let her leg loll over into his hand.

With delight Dalton gazed into the girl's lovely face reading her absorption with his advances, her warm skin so smooth and flawless under his fingers, the shape of her thigh settling into his hand so that he could feel even under to its moist warmth and down beneath her knee to the swell of her smooth upper calf enticing her to lift her heel and settle her calf into his hand. His eyes wide and bright captured hers reading the messages of pleasure in her expression along with the parting of her sumptuous lips and the tip of her tongue emerging to touch them. Then his hand slid casually up to her mid thigh again his fingers in their passage slowly sampling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, their touch sending an ever more erotic message into the depths of her loins that caused her to squirm her bottom on the seat so that her legs parted even more. 

Breathlessly she felt his hand move from the shapes of her mid thigh and then work its way up into the moist heat of her upper thigh and caress its shape so sensuously that she had to lift her leg into his touch so that he could feel all the way around her leg. 

She felt his hand take the full measure of her thigh inside and out then slide beneath to feel its heat all the way from the back of her knee to where her buttocks began, his fingers probing for the feel of her bare butt cheek beneath her panties, their movements shoving her dress up so that her parted thighs gave him a glimpse of that brief panel of silk covering her crotch.

Fascinated she caught his gaze fixed on the prominent bulge of her pussy beneath her panties now fully exposed beneath the hem of her dress. And that's when she felt the passage of his hand brush softly over her sex as he stroked over to her right leg, the sensation causing her to catch her breath with excitement and tension at his brief touch upon her most private parts as his explorations advanced to her right thigh and his finger tips tickled it so deliciously that she just had to press her heels against the floor and lift her sex into the caress of his wrist upon it. Dalton stared down at the long slim curvaceous singular beauty of the girl's legs that Cassie had so perfectly rendered in her paintings, and that now lay totally exposed to his gaze and his touch. The hand Jenny had used to hold her dress now rested limply beside her right hip, and the glimpses of the girl's delicate panties below her crumpled skirt teased him with the promises of the pleasures shielded beneath the silk. 

In his mind's eye he saw Jenny's prominent naked vulva that Cassie had rendered so exquisitely in her paintings and he knew that under her panties the girl's hairless sex offered the long fulsome bulges of her swollen delta and outer labia embracing the prominent rise of her clitoris above her generous inner petals, and that she had a large pussy as inviting as her mother's. He glanced at Kathy to take the measure of his familiarity with her daughter, but she sat with her head relaxed against the head-rest, her eyes closed. In profile her face was utterly gorgeous, and the soft smile on her luscious lips, and the position of her hand on Jenny's right knee told him what he needed to know. In fact in caressing her daughter's right leg his hand had briefly touched Kathy's, and her only reaction had been to lift her hand slightly, the movement drawing Jenny's legs even further apart for his pleasure. 

He let his hand linger there then, his fingers mingling with Kathy's for a moment savoring their warmth and slim shapeliness, the touches carrying a sensual message of complicity, her fingers offering him a little pat of permission in the seduction of her daughter. 

To his delight he felt the girl lift her buttocks, her movement freeing her dress so he could shove the hem back until it rested well above her sex and expose the fulsome rise of her swollen delta sloping down to the still hidden bulges of her labia beneath the shinning panel of her panties.

She knew how her dress had slid up over her butt till it was wadded behind her back when she'd seated herself, and now it only draped over her belly and hips. The warmth of the smooth soft leather seat felt so sexy beneath her virtually bare buttocks and on the backs of her legs. Gazing up into the windshield she saw her face dimly reflected there, its expression sober, fixed, her lips parted in suspenseful wonderment at the boldness of his caresses upon her as though he couldn't wait to know what she had to conceal. 

That they had only just met seemed not to matter, and that his appetite for her was so lusty from all those pictures Miss Rollins had done of her must be reason he was so bold and fresh. He had already seen her bare pussy in all those sexy poses and the way she had played with herself, spreading and probing and massaging her clitoris into one orgasm after another. 

Glancing over at her mother again Jenny read that softly amused smile on her mouth that acknowledged what she herself was feeling from the strokes of his hand in its passage from one thigh to the other as she slid her bottom forward and parted her legs so that her sex was fully open to his touch. Jenny knew now it would only be a moment or two before this man touched her where Fred had felt her so often, and then it happened.

His hand paused to rest softly over the fullness of her sex making her gasp with an intake of breath at this incredibly delicious familiarity, only when she at last exhaled she felt how her sex lifted into his hand and the way his fingers were feeling out its puffy shape. They searched into her depths for a brief delicious moment before stroking up over her abdomen to her belly, the movement lifting her skirt until the hem rested just below her breasts and she was exposed to his touch from her belly button to her crotch. 

Her gaze fell to his hand and followed his finger feeling her shapes, stroking up over her abdomen up to her belly-button to feel its snug little hollow and then to feel down over the silk of her panties searching for the bulges of her sex again beneath the cloth, pushing her so far past any thought of resistance that she simply had to spread her knees even further, tense her buttocks and shove her sex even more firmly into his fingering.

Slowly, gently Dalton moved his finger to explore the girl there, to savor the first moist heat of her delta and feel how full and generous it was to his touch as he slid his finger over its rise, his glance savoring the way the silky fabric of her panties molded to its shape and plunged into the cleft leading to her labia crowned by the bud of her clitoris between them. 

He felt the deep breath she took then, and the way she held it while his finger felt every aspect of her delta rising between the valleys of her girlish loins, and when his finger moved up to savor its breadth he watched her hand lift the hem of her dress over her breasts so he could explore even more of what she had to offer him.

Their eyes locked and his gaze fell to her bare bosom savoring the familiar shapes of her shapely young breasts their nipples contracted to taut buds of arousal, her breath lifting her bosom into quick pants of excitement, his mouth aching to suck her fulsome nipples. Reading his need she captured a nipple between her thumb and forefinger stretching it in offering to his lips that he dared not to accept while driving the car. 

He heard her breath collapse then into quick little pants and felt its moist heat on the back of his arm, and the rhythm of her heart rise into a tempo of beats, and a sudden gasp of excitement escape her mouth as his free arm encircled her shoulders, his hand slipping beneath her arm to find her right breast, cup it sensuously and torture her nipple with delight. 

Then the movements of his hand brushed against Kathy's breast cuddled beside her daughter's shoulder and he felt the mother stretch against his touch her luscious breast caressing the back of his hand as he played with her daughter's nipple, a knowing smile touching the woman's lips, her eyes shut under her dreamy brows. 

The daughter slumped down into the seat giving her young bosom over to his searches when his fingers found the flimsy shoulder straps of her dress tugging it down her arms leaving her naked from her nipples to her waist and he could fondle her with utter freedom. The girl's budding breasts were as utterly delicious as Cassie had rendered them, her rosy nipples tilting up delightfully and offering their shapes puckered with arousal for his mouth if only he could get to them. 

Jenny was staring up at him now, reading his reactions to her display. His touch was so expert, so delicious, so moving that she had to arch her back and lift her delicate breasts into his touch, little groans of excitement escaping her lips, her fingers finding his and stroking them into ever more delightful excursions over her bosom, and tweaking her nipples with own fingers, signaling her readiness for an even more intimate delight. To Dalton's satisfaction he felt the girl squirming excitedly beside him, her high-heeled shoe dropped from her foot so that her shapely leg lifted from the seat and now only the transparent little triangle of her panties hid her sex from his sight and touch. That she had chosen her briefest and sexiest underwear he observed in the way her panties curved down to expose her naked hairless delta all the way to cleft of her sex and taper on the sides into slim bands disappearing into the clefts of her groin.  




Dalton's Delights Ch. 02



Then his hand left her breast and fell again to the beckoning access of her hairless delta shining above the tiny triangle of her panties covering her clit and pussy lips. Spreading his fingers over her abdomen he stroked from one slim hip to the other taking the measure of her flat little tummy and feel of her puffy delta lifting to his touch.

He glanced down at her lovely face and her eyes were wide, dark, and wise as well. That she too was captivated by this experience he saw in the way her sumptuous lips had parted her mouth opening in wonder, excitement, and something else that suggested its depths would welcome his throbbing erection if he ever got the chance to give it to her. 

Then her lithe little tongue emerged to caress her lips and she leaned up to him and her lips touched his cheek in a quick wet kiss. He turned his face away from the windshield and when their mouths met he felt her tongue touch his and in an instant his tongue entered her mouth and felt the delicious way she sucked at it for an instant before he had to return to the driving; the knowledge that this little darling was not only familiar with fellatio but was now ready to caress his cock filled him with utter delight. 

"Lift your right leg Jenny" he murmured and when she raised her foot to rest it upon the edge of the seat and totally free her leg to his touch her mother's hand slipped about Jenny's ankle anchoring her daughter's leg to his explorations. 

Now he could freely caress not only Jenny's slim calf but the underside of her leg and the uppermost reaches of her thigh as well. He drove with his left hand, his right hand occupied in savoring every luscious little rise and hollow of the girl's limb. He felt her squirm luxuriantly beside him the movement elevating her pelvis and exposing the whole of her panty-clad sex to his hand. As for Jenny's left leg it too had opened totally to his caresses, and she reclined with her delightfully girlish thighs fully spread to his repeated explorations.

When he lifted his gaze from Jenny's lovely legs to her mother's face he took in its knowing beauty with sheer delight, the woman's subtle smile revealing how perfectly she knew what her daughter was experiencing at the moment. His glance now hovered over the girl's beauteous face, her eyes closed like her mother's to savor the sensations of his caresses upon her legs. 

He was struck then by the similarities and differences between the two of them and there was now no question in his mind that they shared an intense sensuality quite beyond anything he had ever yet experienced, and that they were welcoming him into its aura of delights complimented by their incredible beauty. 

That Kathy was savoring this experience in her own unique way he saw in the arousal suffusing her expression when she turned her face to him and opened her bright eyes, her lids puffed with knowing need, and in the willingness in her expression to invite his touch to her as well. 

She turned in the seat to face him so that her bosom hovered over her daughter's nearly nude form, inviting his hand to explore her breasts bare beneath her blouse and he was able for a moment to palm their utterly delicious shapes and feel out the generous dimensions of her nipples before she directed his hand to her daughter's delightful little bosom once more.

With a complicit giggle Jenny raised her hand to her mother's blouse her delicate fingers working at the buttons until she had opened enough of them to expose the succulently beauty of her mother's bosom to his hand. Now his hand caressed ever more freely between the two of them eliciting little gasps and giggles from his tugs on their nipples and his strokes taking the measure of their tits.

Then with a sly wink at him Jenny turned her face to her mother's bosom and sucked a nipple into her mouth, nursing it with a knowledge born of the arousal she was quickening in her mother's being, her hands cupping Kathy's breast with knowing caresses.  

Dalton glanced at Kathy and read the wise smile on her lovely lips, the knowing lift of her eyebrows over her puffed lids, and moved his finger with an even more purposeful caress into the moist heat of her daughter's panty clad crotch feeling Jenny lift herself in an irresistibly spontaneous response to his touch and heard her catch her breath even as her lovely legs tensed, and her buttocks contracted pushing her sex up into his caresses again and again.

Kathy silently savored Dalton's progress into pleasure, reading his enchantment with Jenny's beauty as a tribute to her own, and she knew only too well precisely how her daughter was reacting to his advances, having lived through it herself many times at Jenny's age. She knew Jenny was already well aroused, and she felt the sensations of her daughter's pleasure vibrating within herself along with those echoes of from her own past when she had eagerly given herself over to a similar seduction. 

Now there was that familiar excitement of complicity with the girl's seducer, creating an erotic bond between herself, Dalton, and her daughter. Of course she could have played her hand with more restraint, but she had chosen to deal as forthrightly with Dalton as he had with his 'gratuity' to her, and she had decided not only to leave the initiative to Dalton in satisfying his desires, but to enhance the experience for all of them. 

She heard Jenny moan with acquiescence and need and saw the way her daughter was lifting her sex into this man's probing hand, her eyes seeking hers for permission to let herself go utterly into the satisfaction of orgasm. How much further would he go Jenny wondered; all the way to where her panties covered what he had already seen of her sex in the paintings and felt now for so long? Should she seize his hand and stop him here and now? Because she knew that if he touched her there, where the magic lay, she would be his and they could be into everything that she had just been through with her mom and Fred. Or would this be different somehow? She only knew the answer lay with her mother and she held herself in readiness for whatever that would be.

The rustle of her mother's blouse opening in the silence told her everything as she stared at the revelations of her mother's beautiful breasts under her mouth. Mr. Dalton was staring at the both of them in fascinated frustration between his necessity to steer the car and his need to satisfy his appetites for the feasts unfolding before him, and then his fingers again found the shapes of her pussy lips under the utterly revealing skimpy little panties she had chosen for this evening, the front panel a mere wisp of thin fabric embracing the shapes of her sex. His finger touched her there, so softly, so delicately that she could only hold her breath while he continued to explore every nuance of her vulva through the thin silky cloth before he finally found her clitoris and settled upon it. Dalton felt the girl opening herself to his massaging finger in the way her pelvis lifted to greet his hand, in the way her bottom slid forward on the seat spreading her lovely knees, and in the way her hands clasped his arm to her firm little breasts with their protruding hard nipples. Now once again he sounded out the shape of her clitoris beneath her panties feeling its surprising fullness. 

Quick glances into the girl's crotch confirmed what his fingers were telegraphing, her outer labia were long and full, their bulges delicately decorated by the flowered transparency of the panty panel, and beginning at their upper confluence the prominent swell of her clitoral hood filled the space between them. 

Clearly that clitoris would be easily stimulated by the softest touch and when he continued to stroke it with the most gentle of caresses he felt the shudders of delight shivering though Jenny's body nestled so close to his. 

Curling his finger down to touch the twin bulges of her inner petals, the girl's responses told him everything he needed to know about her susceptibility to such a touch, and the deeper his finger descended the wetter it became. Already her thin little panties were soaking with the juices from her vagina and he simply had to lift his hand to his face to savor the delicate aromas flowering from her hidden rose.

With a soft gasp Jenny collapsed limply, catching her breath over the familiar cravings this man's fingers were rousing within her. His touch had been so perfect, so knowing of what she had no power to resist, so filling her with anticipation of what must happen next that when she watched him scenting his finger and then touching his tongue to it she could almost feel those sensations of his tongue instead of his finger upon her panty clad pussy lips. So when his finger lifted to her mother's mouth and she opened her luscious lips to savor her daughter's taste once again Jenny was more than eager to submit to him.

His finger wet with her mother's saliva trailed down over her mom's nipple flipping it neatly before touching her own nipple still wet from mom's mouth and circled it sensationally chasing that familiar cascade of thrills down into her clit where it settled so deliciously that Jenny could only pump her butt up into the touch. 

Spontaneously, instinctively, irresistibly her taut firm little buttocks lifted her shapely little pelvis into the probe. With a soft groan she pressed her feet against the floor, shoving herself up into his touch, holding herself there for what was going to happen next, and then she watched her mom's hand come to her panties and pull the little triangle of cloth aside to the total revelation of her sex for Mr. Dalton's explorations. 

Now his fingers swept down over her pussy lips pausing to savor and squeeze their swollen fullness, and not just once, but over and over again as she tensed her buttocks and pulsed her pussy against his fingers. She knew she was big there, in just the way her mother was, that she had a woman's sex in all its parts, and it pleased her. It was a compensation for her little-girl boobs, even though her oh so sensitive nipples were big like her mom's too.

His hand paused upon her puffy delta filling his palm, but his forefinger continued its journey. She felt him tracing that fine narrow soft decorative line of her trimmed pubic hair leading to her clitoris. The sensation made her catch her breath and hold it in suspense. 

She couldn't believe this was happening. This man, handsome as he was, whom she'd only just met hardly half an hour ago was already so utterly intimate with her, turning her on, teasing her nipples, stroking her naked legs, and now intruding into her panties to finger her clit and drive her crazy with the need to orgasm! Slowly, carefully, Dalton continued his discovery of Jenny's now naked vulva. He felt the girl's tension and her breathless suspense along with her wondering surrender to the sensations he was evoking with his caresses. He heard her sudden little gasps of satisfaction when his finger slid over the hood of her clitoris, sounding out the pearly little bud protruding from beneath it. 

It's generous size and prominence he found utterly promising but he chose not to linger and bring her to orgasm so soon. There would be time for that soon enough. Spreading his thumb and third finger he stroked slowly down and over the girl's sex, capturing and taking the measure of her outer labia, their fullness and length filling the space between his fingers, while his forefinger felt for her inner labia and found them firming and lifting to his touch so that she had to begin moving her sex on his finger.

With delight Dalton felt the girl's hands seize his wrist and hold it still so she could pulse her pussy against its bulk. He paused then offering his wrist to the girl's masturbatory movements. Glancing down he saw her eyes close and her teeth clench as she worked her clitoris against his wrist. 

That this was a familiar exercise to her he saw in the expert way she roused herself until his wrist was wet with her juices lathering her labia, and when he glanced up at Kathy she was smiling in sensual complicity with her daughter's abandoned movements, until at last the girl had to pause and catch her breath, a pause that Kathy herself brought to an end when she placed her own finger on Jenny's clit and began to stimulate it. Awed Dalton saw that this too was a familiar exercise between the mother and daughter as Jenny lifted her sex into those oh so knowing touches. Kathy lifted her gaze to his and winked happily. That she was not only utterly complicit in her daughter's seduction, but excited by it as well Dalton read in the way her succulent lips had parted to expose the tip of her tongue roving between them, and in the way her arm now slid beneath both of Jenny's thighs, lifting her daughter's pelvis so that he could slid his fingers down into the most intimate parts of the girl's sex while she continued to stimulate Jenny's clit with her forefinger.

Jenny felt him softly squeezing her puffy sex between his thumb and finger following its shape all the way back between her legs so that she had to spread them and open herself even more by lifting her pelvis so he could work all the way underneath to where her butt cheeks now freed from the seat encouraged his probe into what lay between them.

It was when his finger touched her anal pucker that she groaned out loud and Kathy lifted her delicious eyebrows in knowing encouragement of his advances into the girl's depths. Clearly this little beauty had known and enjoyed anal arousal in the past and to what degree Dalton was delighted to determine.

The challenge for him was now to drive circumspectly while his attention was so thoroughly distracted by this pair of abandoned beauties at his side, and now especially that Kathy was becoming such an active participant in her daughter's pleasures. 

He felt the woman's hand, having moved to support her daughter's legs with her arm, come to rest upon his own leg, her slim fingers curling up over his broad thigh and seizing it to brace her arm and lift Jenny's pelvis for his fingers searching into the depths between the girl's taut slim buttocks. Upon feeling his forefinger slide to the probe of her anal opening Jenny uttered a soft little moan, a plea of surrender mingled with pleasure. Her legs began to close in a last instinctual response of modesty and protection to which she felt the resistance of her mother's right hand crossing to seize her right knee and keep her legs spread to this man's fingering.

Breathlessly she awaited that instant when that finger would plunge into those delicious depths that she knew so well not only from her own self-pleasuring but from Fred's penetrating penis that had so often spared her vaginal virginity at the cost of her anal innocence. But instead this man's finger left her pulsing pucker and wound its way up between her wet spreading petals to play over the juicy ribbon of her pink again. He found the bulge of her pee-hole and circled its sensitive shape time and again, urging her into ever more excited pulses of her pussy to his touch. At last the taut tingling ring of her vaginal orifice drew his wand and its magic created a spell of such craving that she suddenly longed to invite his finger to shred her curtain of virginity.

But then Kathy's hand captured his, her slim fingers wrapped about his phalange and held it to prevent, instead of encourage, its penetration into the depths of Jenny's tight little vagina. "My daughter is a vaginal virgin," Kathy whispered meaningfully. 

Dalton nodded. "I shall be very careful in pleasuring her sweet little puss," he replied. 

"Yes. For now at least, but she has learned to enjoy other forms of penetration", Kathy laughed back at him her brows lifted knowingly.

"What a sweet little treasure," he returned glancing down at Jenny and reading the droll expression of anticipation in her lovely features as she lifted her slim hips to push her sex into his touch again. So for the moment he could only explore the window of the girl's maidenhead from the outside, but he did it with such incredible delicacy, skill, and perception that Jenny's arousal flared into utterly delicious life. 

And then having at last found the daughter-load he revisited each of her treasures time and again, and all the while her mother's familiar finger found its target on her daughter's rigid little clitoris sending such sensations of arousal through Jenny that she thought she would die unless they let her climax. 

She lay marveling at the magic of his hand so different from Fred's, who had always sought only to rouse her quickly to the satisfactions of his own needs. Her clitoris had been his only target and of course he never failed to quickly bring her to the point of no return when he touched it. 

But Dalton she now knew was different, she sensed his appetite for this sensual play over her whole sex, his appreciation of the delightful bouquet of hers, of all the delights residing within her blossoming bloom, and her mother's words sounded within her, 'Jenny, you have such a pretty pussy!' 

How often had she heard her mom say that when she began teaching her how to care for this rose in her loins? And now so soon after first meeting him this wondrous man had found her bloom and clearly treasured all of it. And the caressing way he had played with her legs from her ankles to her crotch as though he couldn't get enough of exploring every curve and hollow of her silky skin sending delicious little thrills rippling through her everywhere. Suddenly she knew that it was love at first sight. She glanced up into her mother's face and then over at Dalton, catching the delighted looks passing between them. Glancing down she saw the familiar curves of her ribs above her flat little belly with its neat little tuck of her navel. And below that the gentle curves of her abdomen flowing into the skimpy transparency of the panties she had chosen for this evening, a covering that lay now stretched aside by her mother's fondling fingers. 

Now they could all see the puffy rise of her delta and the swollen curves of her labial lips with the exquisite little bulb of her clitoris protruding from between them. It pleased her like never before that she had always shaved and creamed her sex until it was bald, baby smooth and ready for pleasuring by herself, her mom, Fred, and now this delightful stranger entranced by what she had to offer him.

She stared catching the knowing glances passing between her mom and Dalton as her mother's finger joined his in working worked so deliciously over her clitoris spreading all those delightfully familiar sensations through her loins as always, only now there was this new man to share in their pleasures. 

Breathlessly Jenny held Dalton's arm with one hand, clasping his bulk between her bare breasts, her other hand directing his finger to join her mother's finger in the pleasuring of her puss. And then she held them both there for her satisfactions reveling in the movement of their fingers beneath hers as they massaged her hardened protruding little bud so expertly, so firmly, so perfectly that there was only one thing she could do. She lifted her hips pushing her sex up to their fingers so they could feel her just the way Fred had done so many times. 

She looked down at their fingers working their way back and forth, up and down, and around and around massaging her clit into full firm delicious erection. She felt her breath coming in those familiar hard little pants before her orgasm, and when she glanced up at her mother she saw that same knowing sympathetic smile on her face when she had watched Fred feel her like this while they sat together watching pornos. And that was always only just the beginning of what they would do next.




Dalton's Delights Ch. 03



To Kathy it was immediately apparent that Dalton was well known to the staff of 'Bouquet La Femme'. He was greeted familiarly by the hostess a strikingly attractive woman who could have been a high fashion model. As she led them to their table she didn't hesitate to study Jenny and Kathy with an appreciative smile on her lovely face. Anyone not knowing Dalton might have thought the trio a late middle aged man with his young trophy wife and delightful daughter. But the hostess knowingly saw them for the unique ménage they were and seated them accordingly. Kathy took in their surroundings noting the abundance of nude female statuary, some of it in classic poses, much of it in the erotic embraces of lesbian love. Everywhere there were fresh flowers and fountains of sparkling water mingling with the soft refrains of classical music. Their table, small and cozy was secluded by greenery, and instead of chairs was surrounded by a circular leather bench so that they could sit close to one another. 

Studying what she could see of the patrons Kathy observed that most were women, some quite beautiful, others more plain, and she read everything from femme to butch in their demeanor and behavior with each other. The wait staff was male however and the young man who attended them was polite, competent, and very helpful to Jenny with the menu when they ordered.

Dalton had seated himself across from the mother and daughter so he could study their beauty while they waited to be served, and he began plying Jenny with questions: what was she studying in school, did she want to go to college, did she want a professional career of some sort? Did she have hobbies, and what did she enjoy for entertainment? 

Kathy was suddenly aware that this was more than just polite conversation, and she was struck by the sincerity of Dalton's apparent interest in her daughter's future. Was there a contrast between that wildly sensual exploration of Jenny's most private charms in the car and this interest in her well-being or was there a consistency of purpose in it all? 

Clearly he was favorably impressed when Jenny told him she was on the list for academic honors and that she loved the classics in literature and music. As for a career she did want to go college but she would need scholarships and she hadn't made up her mind yet as to a profession but she thought it should be in the arts. 

"How long before you graduate from the Academy?" he probed.

"Just how old do you think I am Mr. Dalton," she glanced up at him.

"You look fifteen Jenny." 

"I know I do, sir," she laughed "but I'm nineteen, I graduate in a few weeks, and maybe someday I will have tits like my moms." 

"Your breasts are delightful just as they are my dear." 

"Well you should know you sure got the chance to feel them up just now," she giggled with a knowing glance at her mother. 

"And you enjoyed every minute of it didn't you sweetie?" he said as he studied the girl before him. Her responses had not only been freely given, they telegraphed that her sexual history was far more sophisticated than her innocent appearance suggested. 

The readiness of the girl's arousal with the mere stimulation of her young breasts, the receptivity of her legs and loins to his explorations, the quick surrender of her sex to his touch rousing her to such knowing responses were clues that this youngster not only had an intense sexual nature but had already learned how to give it full expression. The final confirmation of her erogenous sophistication residing in what had been nothing less than an anal orgasm just before the impending crash, the passionate pulses of her anal pucker lingering with resonance in Dalton's consciousness. He turned to Kathy catching the amused knowing expression in her eyes and decided to question her about her position at the film studio and her modeling. She recounted her rise from a stenographer to an executive secretary, and as for the modeling, she had been spotted by one of the photographers who had coaxed her into glamour shots for some fashion magazines, and it had just gone on from there. 

"Gone where?" Dalton quizzed. 

"Well, I did some work in one of the films they were shooting."

"Really?" Dalton enthused, "What film?" 

"Oh it was nothing." 

"Yes it was mom," Jenny intruded with a giggle, "it was a porno film." 

"Ah!" Dalton exclaimed, "With you in it Kathy, it couldn't have been 'nothing', it had to have been stupendous." 

"It was just a soft-core flick." 

"She was gorgeous in it Mister Dalton. You should have seen it, and she can really act too," the girl enthused. "Tell him how many films you've been in mom." 

"Just four," Kathy admitted. 

"Yeah but all four in a year and you're just getting started," the girl insisted. 

"And where can I get copies of these films?" Dalton asked seriously.

"Three are still in production and the first one is on the market. I can get you a copy if you want it." 

"You better believe I want it," Dalton exclaimed. "Do you have a stage name?" 

"Yes. It's 'Desire Delight'. Isn't that awful?" Kathy giggled. 

"She is a delight, Mister Dalton, wait till you see her in action," Jenny announced enthusiastically. 

"I sincerely hope I won't have to wait too long," Dalton smiled down at the girl and they all collapsed in knowing giggles just as the waiter brought their dinners. For the moment silence overtook them in their absorption with the meal during which Dalton reflected upon his unbelievably good fortune. The episode in the car with Jenny, aided and abetted by her mother's support, had progressed rather further than he had intended on this first outing together. 

But the beauty of the girl's body as it was slowly revealed to him along with the ease of her arousal, and the fact that this gorgeous woman was so skillfully encouraging the seduction of her delightfully lovely daughter had overcome what little restraint he possessed. 

He focused on Jenny devouring her meal with obvious satisfaction. The readiness of the girl to indulge his appetite for her body, and the willingness of her mother to accommodate him, confirmed that Jenny had not only been well versed in pornographic matters but likely in participating in them as well. To what degree should prove fascinatingly satisfying. His gaze lifted from the girl to her mother and rested upon Kathy's face, observing the beauty of her mouth with its succulent lips now pressed to the edge of the wine glass. He watched her inhale the fluid, draw it in over her tongue and savor its flavor before she swallowed leaving the afterglow of a subtle smile on her lips and its knowing reflection in her eyes now fixed on his. Lifting his glass he saluted her and they touched rims. 

Jenny raised her head at the clink. "I wish I could have some wine," she pouted, "The waiter didn't bring me a glass he thought I was underage." 

"You can darling," Kathy murmured extending her glass to the girl's mouth. Dalton followed suit and they tipped the glasses together so that Jenny had a good mouthful. The girl gasped, and swallowed blinking her wide eyes expressively. "It tastes like cum!" she panted. 

"Must be that's why I like it," Kathy laughed. Dalton glanced down at the girl and his mind raced over the poses captured by Cassie Rollins in her paintings. He was now well aware that all those convincing offerings of this young girl's most intimate and private charms had a basis in actual experience beyond merely exposing herself to Cassie's talents. 

Now Jenny's spontaneous revelation that she had known the flavor of semen on her tongue filled him with excitement and delight while he contemplated the contribution he himself might make to the girl's cuisine. And when he looked up at Kathy he read in her expression her own acknowledgement of his intentions with herself as well. 

Reaching into his coat pocket Dalton grasped the lacy remnant of the girl's brief little panties lifted them to her mouth and dabbed neatly at the droplets of wine on her cheeks and chin and then patted his own lips dry. "Now speaking of cum Jenny I most particularly favor female flavors, and I find yours of a rare refined piquancy that you might enjoy as well." 

With a spontaneous giggle the girl reached for her panties, spread them over her mouth and inhaled through the lace. "Yes Mister Dalton, this is a bouquet that I'm very familiar with as it is my own," she announced primly, "but as yet I have only sampled one other vintage," she murmured with a glance at her mother and with that she dropped her panties into his hands.

"Ah well my dear if you will look around this room you will see what delightful choices may be awaiting your palette." 

"Yes sir, I expect you are correct," she smiled "but perhaps you should consult my mom on that point." 

"I should have guessed," Dalton sighed with a knowing smile at Kathy who shrugged her shoulders helplessly, 

"One simply has to make a living," she murmured coyly. 

"Wait till you see her in 'Desire Delight's Dilemma'," Jenny whispered "I think she's doing a lot more than just making a living. I know she loved it once she got into the act." 

"Tell me about it Jenny," he pursued.

"Well you see sir, Desire' can't make up her mind about whether she likes boys or girls best, so she has to sample both of them and let them sample her too, and once she's had oral sex with both boys and girls she has to decide on who to marry. But she never can make up her mind because she's bisexual. I don't know what happens cause I haven't seen the next film yet, but Desire' knows don't you mom?" 

"Yes dear I most certainly know but I'm not telling cause I don't want to spoil it for my huge fan club of one little girl." 

"Make that one little girl and one grown man," Dalton insisted taking Kathy's hand and kissing it reverently. 

"You are too kind," she fluttered leaning dramatically forward to expose the succulent cleft between her breasts. "Mom has the most gorgeous boobs," Jenny moaned, "I wish mine were like that." 

"You have delightful young breasts, dear, and I know one man whose totally turned on by your sweet little titties," Kathy smiled meaningfully up at Dalton.

"I suppose you do," Jenny murmured following her gaze while the memory of those first sensations of her breast against his arm returned to her along with his subsequent titillating teases of her naked nipples. "Even though I do have tiny tits my nipples are awfully sensitive," she sighed. 

"Indeed" Dalton asserted extending his hands suggestively across the table toward the girl and her mother. "The samples I had in the car were a perfect delight." 

With a wary glance Kathy saw that their table was sufficiently secluded amongst the statuary and baskets of flowers to humor his advances and she lowered her bosom to his beckoning palm so he could take the fullness of her breast in his hand and explore its shape beneath her blouse. He lingered fondling its shape and capturing her nipple between his fingers until she gasped with the sensations flowing from it.

"You see, Mister Dalton" Kathy murmured, "Jenny and I have delightfully responsive nipples and as you have discovered once they are fondled in the right way we are quite helpless."

"But I only fondled one of Jenny's nipples," he protested. 

"You didn't have to do both of them," the girl put in eagerly "it was just the way my tit was rubbing on your arm that got to me so much and then when you touched them when they were bare it felt so good." 

"Well maybe I should fondle both of your nipples, Jenny," he smiled over at her. 

"Maybe you should indeed," Kathy smiled softly "if no one can see us that is?" 

"All the tables in Bouquet La Femme are discretely screened to favor just such intimacies as this," Dalton assured her. 

"How about it dear," Kathy murmured clasping Dalton's hand with hers ever more firmly over her breast so he could massage its firmness into quivering sensations of delight. "But my boobs are so little," Jenny pouted, nonetheless raising her budding bosom to his beckoning hand, sliding over next to her mother and slumping down so that her breasts were accessible to his touch.

Dalton closed his fingers softly over the girl's breast as she arched her back lifting her bosom into his exploring hand. Then the girl's little gasp of excitement announced his success in finding his prize as his fingers felt out her shape and explored all its adolescent dimensions before settling upon her nipple and teasing it into erection. "Ooooh...that does feel good," she whispered. But he had no sooner roused her right breast to a ripe turgid fullness when he moved to her left breast and began exploring that one too. His gaze returned to Kathy, his hand working its way over the woman's breast, lifting it, palming, feeling its heft in his fingers, and then discovering her nipple for a long lingering tease of it into a hard puckered bulge of streaming sensations.

Kathy slid her arm around her daughter's shoulders cuddling her closer so that Dalton could more easily fondle their bosoms, and together they lifted their shoulders shoving their breasts into his hands. Slowly, carefully, he sounded out their shapes through their dresses, focusing at last upon teasing their nipples. 

"Oooh I wish I could take my top off," Jenny grimaced. "Why don't you let him get under your blouse mom?" 

"Cause someone might see us, sweetie" 

"No they won't, besides who cares?" she giggled softly. "Everybody in here is a lesbian. Those girls at the next table were kissing and squeezing each other's tits, they play with each other's tits all the time!" 

Dalton nodded. "She's right Kathy, that's why all the tables are so secluded," he nodded in wonder at the girl's sizing up of the situation, suggesting sophistication in such matters well beyond her years. 

"You just have to see mom's tits here in the light Mister Dalton. They're fabulous." 

"Oh Jenny," Kathy protested feeling her daughter's hands suddenly about her waist tugging her blouse from her skirt. But Dalton's fingers on both her nipples now while Jenny worked at freeing her blouse in this public setting was working a magic of its own on Kathy's restraint. "It must be the wine," she moaned feeling her garment suddenly free and the way her daughter was lifting it up over her bosom. 

"There!" Jenny exclaimed as she exposed Kathy's breasts to his hands and he could fondle their full firm heated shapes with his fingers. "You let him play with my pussy so I'm going to let him play with your tits, mom," the girl announced. 

"Oh that does feel good!" Kathy admitted and surrendering herself to Dalton's massaging fingers on her nipples. "Do you want to get in on the fun sweetie?" she murmured. 

"You know I do mom." 

"Alright.. I'm going to slide over next to Mister Dalton and you get on the other side. In a moment Dalton found himself sandwiched delightfully between mother and daughter, his arms encircling their backs, his hands fondling Kathy's lusciously naked womanly breasts beneath her blouse and Jenny's pubescent boobs through her dress. They both cuddled against him offering their bosoms to his leisurely sensual explorations that elicited little gasps, sighs, exclamations, and satisfying laughs from their lips. 

"Mom, I want to cum," Jenny whispered urgently. 

"Me too sweetie" Kathy sighed. 

"Can I go first?", Jenny pleaded. "I'm feeling so horny after what he did to me in the car. I mean I don't have any panties on or anything so he can get to my clit real easy." 

"Okay Baby. Turn with your back to him so he can get his arm around you." 

"I know how to do it mom," the girl giggled swiveling around on the seat. "Pull my dress up Mister Dalton," she whispered lifting her bottom until he had her hem up around her waist, and then settling back against him with her feet up on the bench and her naked legs spread. 

"Oooh!" she moaned again feeling the way his hand was now stroking the insides of her thighs like he couldn't get enough of them. "This is so sexy! Here in this place where all these other girls are doing each other. Feel me," she gasped and he felt her delicate hand on his guiding his fingers up into the heat of her loins. "Now feel me like you were doing in the car and make me cum again," she pleaded breathlessly, directing his finger to her clitoris and holding it there while he massaged her. 

Jenny was silent then, breathlessly striving for her orgasm but Dalton was also intent upon discovering again every nuance of her dripping vulva. His finger slid down from her clitoris to again explore the fullness of her generous outer labia, to spread her petals and feel the soaking heat of her pink. But when he tried to enter her vagina Jenny caught his finger in her hand and stopped him. He felt her slump down in the seat, spread her legs and draw her knees up so that her buttocks lifted and then she pushed his finger back between her cheeks until it engaged her pucker. 

Dalton shoved, she pushed, his finger entered her anal opening and filled its depths at the same time his thumb found her clitoris and began working it. She grabbed his arm with her hands to brace herself for the fucking and the couch began creaking and squeaking with the movements of her slim buttocks over the leather. He felt her orgasm shudder wildly through her with the convulsions of her pucker on his finger and the twitching of her clitoris on his thumb, and they both heard her tiny gasps of excitement recede at last into a soft moan of pure pleasure. 

"That was so good! It's been so long since I've had really good cum like that. You really know how to do it to me Mister Dalton!" she murmured as his finger slid out of her pucker and his thumb touching her sensitive clit made her jump while she hugged his arm in satisfaction. Dalton looked around into Kathy's face cuddled against his chest on the other side, his hand still working sexily over her breasts and nipples. She lifted her eyebrows knowingly and he read in the smile on her lips the acknowledgement of her daughter's sexual sophistication. 

The woman's mouth captured him with its beauty, her lips full and exquisitely defined and the impulse to kiss her overcame him. She read his intent, lifted her face to meet his, and their mouths mingled in a first kiss of startling delight to both of them. 

It was a long kiss, gentle, sensual, and warm. "The best of both worlds..." she murmured up at him. "...young and old...?"

"You are so right Kathy! Can we explore more of them tonight?" he probed. 

"Oh yes. Tonight, tomorrow, and all through the weekend," she answered and this time when his lips found hers for another kiss he felt her tongue inviting his for a caress as well. "Are we going to the ballet too?" Jenny asked, cuddling into his embrace with her mother. 

"Would you like that dear?" he answered. 

"I'd love it. How about you mom? Or do you want to have some sex like I did?" 

"I am having sex sweetie, and I think there will be lots more of it before this weekend is over if I know Mister Dalton," she laughed.

"Goody!" Jenny giggled. 

"Time to compose yourselves ladies," Dalton instructed and pressed the button that summoned the waiter. Kathy tucked her blouse back into her skirt, Jenny smoothed her dress, Dalton paid the tab along with a handsome tip, and they soon found themselves cruising through the night in his Mercedes with Jenny snuggled warmly between them once again.

*****



Dalton's Delights Ch. 04



Chapter 04 

A fancy free ballet with mother and daughter.

When they arrived at the theatre it was rather different than Jenny and Kathy had expected. There were no bright lights, marquee, and box-office; just a small but elegant and softly lit lobby that led to a closed door that Dalton opened with a pass-card. Beyond they found themselves in a dimly lit circular hall with doors leading to theatre-boxes and the view from the box they entered was directly onto a small circular stage. 

Kathy observed that the boxes spreading away on both sides were totally shielded by walls so the occupants could not be seen. Only the action on the stage would be visible. With a smile she studied the seating in their box, which was a long and deep curving leather divan clearly designed for more than viewing behind a low railing.

"So what is the program for tonight?" she asked. 

"Like every night, one that you might find somewhat familiar from your acting career," he answered. 

"Are we going to see live sex?" Jenny chirped with a girlish giggle.

"Yes, but served in the classic mode," Dalton smiled at the girl and her mother, the living embodiments of his wildest freest fantasies surging to life beside him.

"Wow!" the girl exclaimed glancing at the intimate setting of the stage before them. Lifting her gaze to the surrounding boxes she could hear shadowy sounds as the audience gathered and the strains of classical music offered a prelude to the performance. 

They settled back into the center of the couch with Dalton between them, snuggling as they had at the restaurant, awaiting the entertainment. Dalton encircled their shoulders with his arms, his hands moving once again over their breasts. 

Little thumps sounded on each side as Kathy and Jenny shed their shoes and drew their legs up onto the leather seat. He looked into Kathy's face and she offered her mouth for a kiss, a long sensual protracted caress of lips and tongues, that finally left them both quite breathless, and during which his hand slid under her arm to find her breast and savor its luscious shape. 

When they parted at last they found Jenny gazing in rapt wonder at their love-making, for that is just what it was. Kathy laughed knowingly at her daughter. "Yes Baby, You can kiss him too if you want to." 

"Really? I never did that before!" the girl muttered. Dalton placed his fingers under the girl's chin, drew her mouth to his as she puckered and closed her eyes. His kiss on her mouth was a tender little token of affection that ended in her sudden giggle. 

"I want to kiss like mom does," she announced. 

"Your mom is still all sexed up from what we did in the restaurant and she didn't get satisfied like you did, Baby." 

"Well I guess you know how to sex me up don't you Mister?" she laughed with a little push of her hand at his chest. Okay mom?" 

"Yes Baby," Kathy agreed with a wry smile. 

Happily Dalton reached under the girl's arm for her breast, captured it, and caressed softly over her nipple. "Do it like you did before, Mister Dalton," she pleaded lifting her bottom from the couch and drawing her dress up over her hips to reveal her sex. "On my clit." she ordered firmly rising to her knees, one arm encircling his neck her other hand drawing his hand to her sex. 

When his finger found her clitoris and began stroking it she placed her delicate fingers over his and began directing the massage. "Oh that's so good!" Jenny gasped and this time when her mouth found his he found all the eagerness, excitement, and surrender he could hope for in the cascade of caresses between them. 

Her warm wet little mouth opened in one kiss after the other as she explored this new experience, and when at last he slipped his tongue into her mouth she took it eagerly for a long natural suck.

"I love it when you finger my clit like that" she gasped at last for breath, spreading her knees on the couch to the full revelation of her sex. "Play with my pussy lips too," she urged excitedly and groaned happily when his fingers began to fondle her petals. "Do you like my cunt? I like to talk dirty sometimes," she sighed. 

"Your darling cunt is a perfect delight," Dalton laughed and pressed his mouth to Jenny's for another long sexy kiss, and then turning to the mother he found Kathy as eager in the use of her mouth on his as her daughter. 

The caresses between the three of them cascaded into a little orgy of love making, in which Jenny kept control of his finger on her clitoris to hold herself at the edge of her orgasm and excitement. 

His other hand curled under her mother's arm to capture her breast his fingers teasing her nipple into a puckering bud. Kathy's eyes fixed on his busy fingers caressing her daughter's thrilling clit when they weren't looking into his gaze with a droll knowledge of what he was doing to her daughter and how the girl loved it.

Dalton sighed contentedly. For sure Jenny was a treasure and his fifty thousand dollar 'gratuity' a fitting reward for her talents and unique persona so suited to his tastes, the girl's nineteen years fading as her delicate hand guided his knowingly over her swollen sex.

Using his fore-finger as her organ of masturbation she pulsing it back and forth and up and down over her protruding little clit until he could sense she was ready to climax, whereupon she would pause and savoring the edge of her orgasm use his finger to search the surfaces of her pussy lips and find the wet depths between her petals, and then holding his finger-tip at the opening to her vagina massage its entrance without letting him penetrate to her hymen until her need to climax overcame her restraint and she would settle his finger on her clitoris once again. 

The girl's expertise in this technique not only suggested her masturbatory sophistication but that she may well have learned how to do it in other circumstances. Glancing at Kathy cuddled under his other arm he observed the amused and appreciative expression on her lovely face as she watched him stimulating her daughter into ever higher plateaus of excitement until the girl was virtually squirming with her need to climax. 

"She wants to cum so bad, Marcus," Kathy murmured sympathetically.

"How bout you mom, I know you want to cum too," Jenny returned excitedly. "Take your blouse off, mom. Nobody but us can see you here in the dark," Jenny urged. "You gotta get to her tits Mister Dalton, they are so gorgeous and she loves to have her nipples sucked. I know cause I've been doing it since I was a baby." and with that Jenny pulled her mother's blouse off over her head. 

Now Dalton could give Kathy's bosom the attention it deserved, and his caressing roused her to lift her breasts into his face so he could suck her fragrant nipples. But he had no sooner drawn a puckered pap into his mouth than a spot light lit the stage before them, the music soared and four dancers, three girls and a boy, appeared on the stage.

To say that their costumes were brief is extravagant, for they were all utterly nude except for dance slippers. The girls all offered the long shapely legs, slim waists, trim buttocks, and small breasts of classic ballerinas, and each was a beauty in her own right. Their pudenda were shaved, but their tresses were long flowing and free. 

If the boy had any distinguishing attribute, other than the fine physique of a dancer, it was the girth and length of his phallus; and if the dance had a theme it was apparently for the girls to keep his organ in a grand state of erection. 

They danced together in a pas-de-quatre in which they worshiped his phallus with their hands, with the sibilant caresses of their buttocks over his organ, with the enfolding caresses of their breasts upon it, and at last they bestowed showers of kisses from their lips over its length. Their passionate exercises soared with the music and the skillfully erotic choreography unfolding within a few feet of the audience. Glancing at the bare breasted beauty at his side Dalton read the admiration in Kathy's expression over what these dancers were bringing off, and as for the adolescent siren on his other side, Jenny was staring in openmouthed wonder at what might happen next while she kept his finger working softly over her clit. 

Kathy cuddled beside him, stretching her length on the divan as he continued to fondle her turgid bare breasts, her naked back flowing down to her slim waist and the twin succulent mounds of her buttocks under her skirt. 

Jenny snuggled beside him, holding her dress up around her waist so he could continue to fondle her puffy pussy lips and tumescent clit with his other hand, her own small hand continuing to guide his in its caresses of her sex, while she stared in open mouthed delight at the spectacle unfolding before her. On stage the dancers were reaching the climax of their performance, the girls now kneeling about the boy who swayed his magnificent erection from one mouth to another. Then they were holding him and passing him to each other for brief passages of fellatio, all the while caressing each other's breasts, bodies, and buttocks with their balletic hands. Moved by the display Dalton slid his hand down Kathy's back to find the catch of her skirt. A flip of his finger and it came apart over the zipper. Obediently she lifted her hips so he could push her skirt over them to expose her buttocks. A brief scramble and she was free of her clothing except for the tiny thong panties tucked into the crease between her lusciously curvaceous buttocks. 

Now that he could also explore the mother's nether charms to his heart's content, his attention returned again to the daughter snuggled beside him. Jenny felt him tug upon the zipper in the back of her dress and the way it opened at his bidding, so that two little shrugs of her shoulders freed her arms from her garment, it collapsed around her hips and fell to the seat. She was at last naked beside him her whole adolescent body exposed to his searching hand, and now directly in front of her not a dozen feet away, the dancers had collapsed into an orgy of bisexual sex. 

Wide eyed Jenny watched the girls taking turns with their mouths on the boy's erection, passing him back and forth, first orally, then vaginally, and at last anally while they entertained each other with endless lesbian lovemaking. Dalton pulled the girl's nakedness closer to him so that her budding breast was next to his head and he had only to turn his face and pull her succulent turgid nipple into his mouth. Her arm slid around his neck, her hand stroked his head drawing him ever more tightly into the embrace. 

In turn his hand glided down her bare back feeling this time for her buttocks, and obediently she rose to her knees offering him their shapes and the cleft between them, working her thighs apart so he could slip his hand down through the cleft between her delicious little cheeks to find her sex once again. 

But as he explored this new dimension of her beauty he paused to savor the shapes of each of her cheeks in his hand, sounding out their firm succulent curves and squeezing them sensuously over and over again. 

"Spread yourself, darling," he urged and obediently she reached back to pull her cheeks apart so his fingers could find the taut little pucker between them. At his touch she arched her back and groaned softly when his finger lingered upon the taut little circle of her anus exploring its response once again as they all watched the boy upon the stage plunge his organ into the depths of another dancer's anal opening. 

In sympathy with what they were seeing Dalton worked his finger a bit more firmly into the center of Jenny's pucker, glanced up into her face to gauge her reaction and read an intensity of acceptance in her eyes and gaping mouth that pleased him. Gently he pressed his advantage and felt the circle of the girl's anus relax and take the end of his finger into its opening. 

Her hand tightened on his head with such excitement that he could only insert the full length of his finger into her depths. He then saw her delightful eyes narrow and her lovely little mouth clench with an intensity that told him how familiar this experience was for her as she lifted her gaze to the stage to watch the sodomizing dancers while he gently finger-fucked her luscious little butt. To his utter delight Jenny was every bit as alluring in person as Cassie had depicted her. But the girl was also revealing a persona of utterly intriguing dimensions for one who appeared so young that he had to keep reminding himself that this little beauty was in fact a nineteen-year-old siren. 

His eyes traveled over the length of the girl's lithe slim body, he felt her warmth, sniffed her alluring aromas, caressed the emerging curves of her taut little buttocks, fingered her pucker, and studied her wide-eyed absorption in the lesbian aspects of the scene unfolding before her. 

He smiled around into Kathy's face cuddled next to his, reading her wry amusement in this new chapter in her daughter's education, and the woman's luscious lips drew his to hers for another long savoring kiss. They parted and he saw in the woman's nodding glance at her daughter's loins what she was inviting him to do.

"Stand-up baby," Kathy intoned and obediently Jenny rose to her feet. Now her long slim graceful legs positioned her loins before his face, and he could turn her hips with his hands and visually enjoy every aspect of her nether charms that he had until now only known with his fingers. He had only to turn his head back to the girl and his tongue answered the mother's suggestion with a long lascivious lick down over Jenny's swollen delta to the little bulb of her peeping clitoris. "She has such a pretty pussy," Kathy murmured in his ear, "its time you made love to it." 

Dalton nodded in silent agreement his mouth finding Kathy's for a long deep tongue tangling kiss before extending it to Jenny's fulsome sex and laving its way down over the girl's clitoral hood to her fulsome labial lips that were swelling and already spreading to his explorations. 

The mother's invitation to give her daughter this delight filled him with pleasure and he felt the girl's hands come to his head and press his face into her sex with a sudden impetuous welcoming of his mouth as she pushed her pussy up into his plunging tongue. His tongue, so well educated in the art of cunnilingus, burrowed lasciviously between the girl's petals, stroking in a slow deliberate passage up from her vaginal orifice to her clitoris, its tip flicking from side to side to stimulate her inner lips. 

The effect he read in the quivers shivering over her ripening little buttocks under his hand, in the sudden little spasms of her pucker contracting with excitement on the finger he inserted into her depths again, in the spontaneous moan escaping her lips, and in the way her hand on his head urged him on.

He repeated the caresses of his mouth on her sex, moving down from her clit to her vaginal opening and lingered licking about her orifice. Glancing again up into her face, he read the delight suffusing her lovely young features, turned to her mother and laved his tongue over the woman's mouth. 

That Kathy approved of his lesson plan she showed by opening her sumptuous mouth, taking his tongue in over hers and sucking her daughter's perfumes from it. "Spread your pussy lips for him, Baby," she urged and wide-eyed Jenny complied, using both hands to part her labia and expose the shining pathway to her vagina. 

This time when Dalton's tongue entered the girl's pink he found it bathed in a copious stream of coital fluid and he busied himself lapping it onto his tongue for Kathy's next libation.

Burying one hand in the woman's silky tresses and holding her head for his tongue, he used the other hand on her daughter's buttocks to draw the girl's loins to his mouth so he could lick, kiss, and suck every part of her vulva, and when he turned to Kathy her enthusiasm for sharing Jenny's flavors with him simply confirmed what he had observed at that first moment when he had studied Cassie's painting of them. Clearly mother and daughter were longtime lesbian lovers. Now Jenny tilted her pelvis up to his tongue, and opened herself eagerly to the sensations spreading through herself as she felt the readiness with which her mother nursed her juices from Dalton's tongue. 

She could feel in her own anal pucker and her sex what the girls on stage were feeling in theirs; and Dalton was making the sensations so utterly delightful that when he at last pulled back and pushed her mother's head forward so she could use her tongue on her daughter's pink, Jenny was again striving for orgasm. 

Besides Dalton's hand was holding her butt and his finger was buried so deep in her convulsing pucker that she couldn't pull back even if she had wanted to, and she could see that he was holding her mom's head so she couldn't back off either, but then if anything her mother's tongue felt every bit as good as it always had!

Lifting his face from the girl's sex Dalton offered it's weeping folds to her mother. To his intense satisfaction he watched Kathy slide her hands up the back of her daughter's legs, cup her quivering thighs and hold her for a long utterly expert passage of cunnilingus that had Jenny squirming with excitement. 

His hand on the girl's buttocks savored every little passionate thrust and wiggle that spread her cheeks so his fingers could slide into her crease, find her anal pucker and penetrate it again and again while her mother's tongue licked madly over her daughter's clit and into her vaginal opening. 

The effect was to bring the girl at last to a series of soaring orgasms, her gasps and soft cries mingling with the moans, groans, scents and sounds, heat and wet, flowing from the orgy on the stage as the girls went through their repertory of positions on the boy's penis, and with each other.

At that moment Dalton felt Kathy's hand upon his buckle. Expertly her fingers plied his trousers open to free the organ of his satisfaction, and he too rose grandly before her face. 

He stared down at the perfection of her lips, the incredible beauty of her features, and then her mouth closed sublimely over his erection, and her head pummeled his penis for an interval of ecstasy. At last she drew back holding his wet glistening organ in her hands. "Baby," she crooned, "suck him." 

In an instant Jenny bent to her mother's bidding, her slim girlish back curved down to carry her lovely face over his penis. Her tresses flowing wildly over her back and about her face and her girlish hands joined her mother's on his organ as she bent to the task. 

Awed, Dalton marveled at the girl's skill, at her familiarity, and her enthusiastic participation in stimulating his erection with her mouth. Her head bobbed, her hands stroked, her tongue licked and stroked in all the right places, her lips kissed and sucked, and when she was out of breath her mother took over until the daughter was ready to continue again where she had left off. Jenny's girlish breasts dangled into his one hand, her nipples hard with excitement while he stroked the other down over her curving back to the twin cheeks of her buttocks, spreading them so he could explore again the fullness of her sex from between her cheeks, his caresses stimulating her to ever more fervent caresses of his erection. The girl had started slowly bringing the tempo of her fellatio up with all the skill of her nineteen years. Dalton's own need for orgasm had by now surged almost past his control, and it was with a sense of utterly delicious release that he at last let Jenny bring him to his climax so she could know the jets of his semen spurting up within her mouth.

Willingly, knowingly, expertly Jenny received his libation her lithe little tongue catching one gush of cum after the other until at last he was nearly drained, the girl collapsed breathless and satiated against his chest, and his erection emerged from her lips bestowing its last spurts over her mother's lovely welcoming face. 




Dalton's Delights Ch. 04



"Oh mom, you've got his cum all over you," Jenny giggled and wiped her fingers over her mother's cheeks. Whereupon Kathy took her daughter's soaking hand and directed it to the girl's mouth so she could lick her fingers clean of his cum. When she had finished Jenny glanced up at him. 

"Your cum does taste like wine, Mister Dalton!" she sighed wishfully. 

*****



Dalton's Delights Ch. 05



Chapter 05 

Lovely Kathy's lusty life

The ride from the theatre through the night found Dalton's appetite for the pair of lovelies at his side undiminished despite what he had been granted from the feast of their beauties. 

Jenny sat snuggled at his side sound asleep, his hand extended across her lap to rest upon her mother's shapely thigh and savor its delicious contours even as he had her daughter's. The thought of simply returning them to Kathy's apartment and saying goodbye was anathema to him and his mind poured over the possibilities, as he sought Kathy's hand with his and held it warmly in his palm. 

Never in all his years of dalliances had he encountered such perfection of beauty, such erotic sensibilities and talented expertise in a pair of females so ideally suited to his temperament, and his curiosity about them was as roused as his libido for them.

"Your lovely daughter has an amazing talent for sex for one so young," he ventured into the silence, "it appears she takes after her gorgeous mother," he added. 

"I know. We both got lots of practice with my ex. husband. He married me for my daughter," Kathy sighed. 

"Tell me about it." Dalton urged. 

"All the whorey details?" she glanced whimsically at him, "there's so much I don't know where to start." 

"That's understandable," Dalton replied "Start with you and Jenny."

"I was a single mother before I married Fred. I had Jenny when I was eighteen and we grew up together in my parent's home. My parents mostly raised Jenny and it seemed like she was more a sister to me than a daughter and it still does. It was inevitable that I would get into trouble with guys at an early age because I always had hot pants. 

As I said earlier it all started with watching porn. I have to admit Marcus that I love porn, and I always have, even when I was a tot, and I still do! I would get on my brother's computer, watch porn for hours and give myself one orgasm after another by playing with my tits and my clit. I knew I was cute too and the boys went for me at school. There was this one kid who especially liked me and we would walk home together after school through a patch of woods. One day he just grabbed my skirt and lifted it over my butt so I stopped and let him look at me and then he pulled my panties down and stared at my pussy. So I opened my knees, reached down and spread my pussy lips with my fingers and giggled at him. And then he touched me there and I loved it. After that he felt me every chance he got and I gave him lots of chances.

And my brother was after me too. He was older than I and was always hanging around my bedroom and peeping at me when I got undressed and showered, and I didn't mind. And then one time when we were alone he got into the shower with me and that was the first time I saw a real erection. 

He took the sponge and began soaping me and when I was all lathered he began feeling me with his hands all over my tiny tits and my butt and even my pussy and that's when I felt his penis with my hands and I knew what to do with it too from watching all that porn. So I began pumping his penis with my hands and gave him an orgasm, and then he turned me around and hugged me up to him and began to massage my clit so I had an orgasm too. 

His cum had squirted all over my belly and up to my little tits, and all the time he was massaging my clit he was rubbing his cum over my nipples and squeezing them and then he stuck his cum covered fingers in my mouth and made me suck it off. And while I was doing that he was still massaging my clit and I had a whole stream of orgasms. 

I kept coming and coming and I didn't want it ever to stop but he finally had to let me go and clear out of the bathroom. We didn't get very many chances to do that again, but we did do it whenever we could, and that's how I discovered that I am multi-orgasmic and I can come over and over again until I just get exhausted. Then there was other guy in the neighborhood and my brother and I would hang around with him, play ball and tussle around together. He was good looking, real nice to me and I liked him a lot. My tits and my butt were developing and they were both groping me every chance they got. I always wore loose little shorts and floppy tops and when they weren't feeling my tits their hands weren't under my shorts on my butt or my pussy. I would get so sexed up that I would wrap my arms around their necks and just let them feel me until I just craved to cum. One day Teddy invited my brother and me to see the new tree-hut he had built and when we climbed up into it there was just room for the three of us to cuddle together on the floor. I was in the middle and in an instant they were both feeling me up. My brother undid my top, Teddy yanked my shorts down and began to suck my tits while Bro slid his hand under my bare butt, began to squeeze my sex and in a minute I was ready for whatever they wanted, and what Bro wanted was to watch me give Teddy my first blow-job. 

Teddy got to his knees in front of me, unzipped his pants and his penis popped out already half hard. I just stared at it for a minute it was so much bigger than Bro's and when he began to massage it in front of my face it got really big! 

"Suck him Kathy," Bro laughed, his fingers stroking my pussy in the way he knew I loved it. When I put my hand on Teddy's cock it was so big my fingers didn't go all the way around it so I used both hands to hold him and stuck my tongue out for that first lick just the way the girls did it in the porn flicks. 

Then I licked all around it and kissed up and down his shaft to his balls and felt them with my tongue. His whole sex was bare of hair, he had shaved it so it felt really good to lick and kiss everything he had before I took him in my mouth and when I did I looked up at him and he was staring down at me like I was the best thing he had seen in his whole life. 

By then Bro was fingering my clit and finger-fucking my vagina and it felt so fantastic that I wanted to make this blow-job the best thing Teddy had ever felt. By the way Marcus I was still a vaginal virgin though I had been coming on my fingers and my sex-toys in my vagina for years.

So then I settled down to sucking, pumping my mouth on Teddy's cock and lathering it with my tongue until I had to stop and catch my breath. His erection shiny with my spit was arching up in my hands and quivering with excitement when I went down on it again and then I felt his balls begin to jerk and his erection pulsing in my mouth and he shot a huge glob of cum into my throat. It made me choke at first but I swallowed, took the next glob on my face, shoved his penis back into my mouth again and closed my tongue over it so I could feel it pulsing in my cheeks

He had gobs and gobs of cum and when I finally had to catch my breath again he dribbled the rest of it over my face and tits. That's when Bro wiped it off me with his fingers and fed it to my mouth. By then I was aching like mad for orgasm but Teddy was too limp to fuck me and there was no way I would let Bro do it even if he wanted to.

So I pushed my hands on Teddy's chest until he laid down and then I straddled his face with my thighs. I felt his hands cup my buttocks and then he lifted my sex to his mouth and began to work it over with his tongue and lips and I came and came and came until he was too pooped to lick me any longer. Then I thought Bro would want his turn to come but when I put my hand on his penis in his pants it was soft and I could see that he had gotten what he wanted by watching me do the blow-job on Teddy. So I pulled on my top, slid into my shorts, and said, "When do we do this again guys, and the next time I'll do you Bro?" I laughed. 

"Next time I've got another idea," Bro answered. "I let my sister give you a blow job Ted, now I want one from your sister or there's no more blow jobs from Kathy." 

"I'll see what Amy says," Teddy mumbled, "she might do it." 

"Well I'm going home and wash all this cum off me. Coming Bro?" I winked, went down the ladder and looking up at Teddy I said. "I love your tongue!"

That night I was alone in my room, the phone rang and when I picked it up it was Amy. She said, "My brother told me what you guys did in the hut this afternoon. He said you give him a fantastic blow-job and that your brother wants me to suck him off or you won't blow Teddy again." 

"Yeah, I guess that's the way it is Amy. I know my brother has a huge case of the hots for you. He thinks you're gorgeous. I do too by the way." 

"You do?" she murmured, "Well Teddy has a huge case of the hots for you Kathy and I can see why. You're not only beautiful you're the sexiest girl I know." 

"That's sweet of you Amy. How many sexy girls do you know?"

"Quite a lot, only a few better than others, and I'd like to get to know you a lot better." 

"Well I guess that could be arranged in your brother's hut sometime... if you would oblige my brother with that sweet mouth of yours." 

"Speaking of sweet mouths Kathy I adore yours." 

"Shall I tell my brother that you will be with us in the hut Amy?"

"Yeah. Tell him that, and Teddy and I will be there tomorrow right after school."

"Okay sweetie, we'll be there too for sure."

Amy was in my class at school. She was my age and really pretty with a cute butt and nice tits but she didn't hang around with guys much. She was popular with a group of girls who looked either femme or butch, she being really femme and I thought she was lesbian. But if she was willing to give Bro a blow-job maybe she was bi instead. In any case I really wanted to get it on with Teddy again so I decided to lead her on if she had the hots for me.

The next day at school I saw her in the hall with her girlfriends and when I passed she gave me this little wink and quick funny smile. I gave her a quick nod but didn't say anything so no one would suspect what we had going. After school Bro and I rushed home and popped into the shower together since mom was working and we were alone.

We did the quick soap feel-up and I played with his erection while he worked my tits and my cunt into a lather of excitement. When we got to the hut Amy and Teddy were waiting for us. She looked so cute with her long blonde hair loose about her shoulders and I climbed up the ladder to greet her. 

"Its so sweet of you to make by brother happy," I whispered to her at the door and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth before I crawled in between her and Teddy. Bro followed me and cuddled down next to Amy. So Amy and I were beside each other between the guys dropping their jeans and fondling their half hard cocks at us. 

Amy didn't say anything. She just reached up, took Bro's cock in her hands and began to play with it. If that girl was femme with girls she was butch with boys and from the way she began working Bro's cock into full erection I could tell she had plenty of experience with a penis.

By then Teddy was after my tits and getting me out of my blouse and shorts. In a minute I was naked beside him and Bro was unbuttoning Amy's blouse. I reached over, pulled it off her shoulders and took a look at what luscious tits she had with big puffy nipples begging for a suck. So I took her tit in my hand and offered it to Bro. He bent down over her, gave her nipple a lick and sucked it into his mouth. 

She moaned with satisfaction and rolled her eyes at me and then looked down at Teddy's hand on my sex with his fingers up my vagina. I began pumping my hips into his thrusts and in a minute I was really sexed up especially from the way he was thumbing my clit. I reached for the tab on Amy's shorts, she lifted her hips, I pulled her shorts down off over her feet and we were both naked between the guys. 

I looked at her puss and it was as bare of hair as mine and then I felt Teddy's cock rubbing my cheek so I turned and took him into my mouth. From then on Amy and I sucked cocks. We licked, kissed, sucked, massaged shafts with our hands and giggled when we had to catch our breaths. 

It turned out the guys had us where they wanted us and were in no hurry to come so they spent a lot of time playing with us, feeling our tits, our cunts, and rolling us over to feel our butts and what we had between our cheeks. 

So while they were playing with our butts Amy and I were on our sides facing each other and feeling terrifically excited. That's when she reached out put her hands on my head and pulled my face to hers for a long deep kiss on my mouth. She pulled back, looked at me and liking what she saw deep kissed me again this time with her tongue pushed in for me to suck. 

I slid my hands up to her tits, captured her nipples in my fingers, squeezed them and she instantly returned the favor. By then her brother was finger-fucking my vagina from behind and my brother was doing the same thing to her and most likely running his thumb around her anus the same way Teddy was doing mine. The effect on Amy and me was to turn us both on even more to each other and the guys could see it. So that's when Teddy pushed my face down to Amy's naked waist and lifted my leg over her face so my sex was just above her mouth, and then Bro pulled my shoulders over Amy's thighs so my face was over her sex and we were in a sixty-nine.

When Bro pushed my face down to Amy's cunt while Teddy finger-fucked my vagina I just did what they all wanted. I slid my tongue into Amy's cunt and began sucking her clit. She moaned, groaned and returned the favor until we were both coming in each other's mouths. And her climaxes were just like mine, they went on and on until the guys decided they wanted their cocks in our mouths again only this time Bro shoved his erection into my mouth and Teddy slid his into Amy's and we sucked their cocks until Bro wanted to come in Amy's mouth and Teddy in mine. We traded cocks and I soon had another mouth full of Teddy's cum while Amy got to eat Bro's for the first time. When the guys were finally drained Amy turned to me for another long deep kiss and we traded cum with our tongues until it was gone. By then the guys were totally satisfied and they left Amy and me alone in the hut. She was in no hurry to get dressed and just wanted to cuddle with me. I held her in my arms and told her how happy I was that she had agreed to our little orgy. 

"I loved it too," she murmured kissing my mouth softly again, "especially the way you made love to my clit." 

"You gave me a fantastic orgasm Amy. I didn't know a girl could do that to me," I whispered. 

"Well now you do, and I want to do it again and again with you Kathy." 

"We'll have to give the guys blow jobs when we make love," I sighed.

"I don't care I just want your tongue up my cunt and my lips on your mouth and they can fuck us all they want to," she giggled. 

"DEAL" I whispered kissing her mouth once more. 

"I could come again right now," she laughed. 

"Me too," I murmured and in an instant we were into a sixty-nine and another whole string of orgasms. 

Our little orgies were regular after that until Bro went off to college. Then Amy's family invited me to go on a luxury cruise with them and I had sex with her, her brother, and her dad. We did it a lot and I don't know which one of the guys got me pregnant. My parents sent me out of state to have Jenny and then we moved to New York City and pretended Jenny was my mom's daughter. 

So that's how Jenny and I grew up together. I finished high-school and college in New York. I got a secretarial job in production at a film studio during summer vacations from college and I started modeling there, and then moved to Chicago after I graduated from college, and the film studio transferred me to the Chicago operation. 

I loved working at the studio and got contacts for modeling jobs too. And that's how I met Fred. He was a photographer for fashion models and porn stars and we started dating and he met Jenny for the first time. Right away he wanted to start taking pictures of her, and not just portraits but sexy shots too. He was a good photographer but when I saw the poses he was putting her in I knew that he had the hots for her.

She was having her periods by then and that's when I enrolled her at the girls' school because he and I were living together and I didn't want her exposed to all that sex at such an early age.

Our sex life was fantastic, Fred and I were fucking all the time but I was scared he would get Jenny involved if she was living with us. We got married the next year but I missed Jenny a lot and wanted her with me so she came home on weekends. She was irresistible, just the way you have found her Marcus. Fred wanted her to start posing for him again and for me to give her tips on how to do it. So we all got into it together. At first it just started out with pretty poses and she had a real talent for that; and then he wanted to do arty-erotic stuff. 

Fred and I watched porn all the time when Jenny was away at school but one weekend when she was with us he asked me if it would be okay to let her see some soft-core to show her how to pose for the shots he wanted to do of her and I decided to let him. 

I'll never forget it. We were sitting on the couch with her between us and I was cuddling her up to me. When the film began it started with this family boarding a luxury liner, a man and his wife with their son and daughter, and my breath stopped. 

I had told Fred how I got pregnant but never the details. The next thing I knew this girl was running up the boarding ramp waving at the family and she looked so much like me at that age that she could have been my sister, and by then I was frozen on the couch with fascination.

Fred is not only fantastic with a camera, he has the instincts of a director and the film he was showing us was his own new creation. Well as the story unfolded the girls had a lesbian relationship and they had their own cabin, and the son roomed with the parents. There was a lot of sexy posing between the girls that Fred said he wanted Jenny to see. They were not only cute they were about her age, and when they stripped they had that budding adolescent beauty to their bodies just like Jenny has now. 

He spent a lot of time filming them exploring each other's bodies, their breasts, their pussies, their butts; and Jenny was obviously totally into the scene. But then the girls got into real hard-core cunny and they were not only good at it they looked beautiful doing it. Then one day the girl's brother walks into the girl's cabin and catches them doing a sixty-nine together. By then I had my hands clasped in awe over my face. I was seeing my life unfolding at that age because Amy and I had explored each other just the way the girls in his film were. I was stunned at what I was seeing in Fred's film because the boy says he's going to tell the parents unless his sister lets him have sex with her girlfriend.

So then Fred has scenes between the girlfriend and the brother having sex and the sister helping him do it; and then the girls and the boy have a threesome, with the brother fucking the girlfriend while the girls are going down on each other, and that's just the way it all happened with me and Amy and Teddy, except then the father got involved. One day when Amy and Teddy and their mom were on a shore tour I came out of the shower and the father was standing by my bed naked. He grabbed the towel, began drying me off and feeling me up; and then we ended up fucking in bed for the rest of the afternoon. After that he and Teddy took turns with me and I even had threesomes with them together, and with the dad and even the mother too like in the final scene of Fred's film where the girlfriend is in bed with the mother and the father.

I was simply blown away by what I was seeing and so was Jenny. I know it's weird Marcus but I felt totally turned on by reliving that experience. It was on that cruise that I discovered how much I loved sex, that I couldn't get enough of it with boys or girls, or an older guy and a woman. So when Fred said 'Do you want to see it again Jenny?'; and she said 'Can I mom?' ; I said 'Yes' even though he'd lied to me about it being soft core porn. 




Dalton's Delights Ch. 05



We watched it two more times that night cuddled together on the couch with Jenny between us, and she was so entranced with what she was seeing that she could hardly sit still. As you know Marcus she isn't very big and she was thrashing around with her legs drawn up and her hands shoved down in her crotch. 

She would roll against me and then against Fred, spread her legs and then wrap her thighs around her hands on her puss, and I knew just what she was feeling in her excitement and that she was as hungry for sex as I always had been. I was so turned on too by what I was seeing, and remembering, that when Fred asked Jenny to strip for us, like the girlfriend was doing in one of the early scenes so he could film her, I let her do it.

She slid off the couch, and watching the girl in the film, shinnied out of her jeans and teased us with peaks at her little boobs under her T-shirt. 

"Drop your panties," Fred urged and when I didn't stop her she started giving us peaks at her little butt-cheeks and then at her puss under her panties. Finally she shed them but she still had her T-shirt on that covered her butt when she slid back onto the couch.

With Jenny between us we watched the clip he'd just shot, and it was more like she was my girlfriend on that cruise than my daughter. I had my arm around her shoulder hugging her, and Fred has his around her waist, and then when the boy and the girls were doing their threesome he slid his hand over her shirt and began to play with Jenny's nipples.

I could feel the way she was arching her back and shoving her breasts up into his hand and I knew only to well the kind of pleasure he was giving her. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with excitement and she looked so cute and happy that I had to kiss her cheeks. That's when she reached down and pulled her T-shirt out from under her butt so he could get his hand under it.

Fred slid his hand up her belly to her boobs lifting her shirt and uncovering her pussy, and when he told her to spread her legs she didn't hesitate to give him the same view of her sex that she gave you tonight Marcus. She pulled her feet up on the couch to open herself to his hand, and when he touched her clit she put her hand over his and began to masturbate her sex on it. 

She had been masturbating for a long time and I never discouraged it. In fact Jenny and I had slept together for years before I met Fred, and since I was in the habit of giving myself an orgasm every night, it wasn't long before she was doing the same thing. We would cuddle spoon-fashion after I had come and I could often feel her fingering herself into two or three more orgasms before she finally dropped off to sleep, and sometimes I would play with her nipples to help her climax. It was just as natural for us to masturbate together as to eat breakfast, so when Fred told me to play with her nipples I did it. I took the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it off over her head so she was naked and I could really fondle her breasts. In no time at all she was totally roused and then he took her leg and laid it across his lap and told me to take her other one so that she was spread for his hand. 

I couldn't believe how eager Jenny was to have him feel her sex and how quickly she threw herself into the act until I remembered that I was just the same at her age.... but that's another story.

Then he started to do something that made me draw the line, he stopped stimulating her clitoris, slid his finger down to her vagina and when he started to shove it in she lifted her pelvis to his finger. I could tell then that she was so roused by his fingering that she was ready to do anything he wanted her to. I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"She's a virgin and she has to stay that way,' I demanded. 'You can play with her clit but leave her vagina alone! If you mess with her cherry we are out of here!' He could tell I really meant it. By then we were back to the place in his movie where the two girls were getting it on with the brother, and the sister had his penis out and was offering it to her girlfriend. We watched the girlfriend begin sucking the boy's cock and that's when he told me to open his fly and pull his penis out. Fred was as horny as I had ever seen him and I decided that a blow-job would be a good way to cool him off.

We changed positions so he was between Jenny and me, I pulled his penis out and started working it over with my mouth, but he didn't want me to suck it he wanted her to do it. 

"Would you like to do that to me, Jenny?" he asked her. 

"Do you want me to, mom?" she chirped looking down at me with this questioning look on her face. 

"Do YOU want to Baby? You don't have to if you don't want to," I answered. 

"I don't mind," she murmured and the next thing I knew she had her face down next to mine waiting for me to make the next move.

I have to tell you Marcus that Fred's was not the first erection Jenny had seen. We had a TV in our bedroom and one of our favorite bedtime treats was to crawl under the covers, snuggle down, watch a porn flick together, and then masturbate ourselves to sleep. So by the time I married Fred she had seen a whole parade of erections and blow-jobs, but she had never seen the real thing! 

Now she was stretched out naked on the couch on her belly, resting her face in her hands and watching me work Fred's organ over with my hands and mouth while he fondled her cute little bare butt. 

When I raised up at last to catch my breath, and his penis flipped out of my mouth, he slid his hand up to her head and pushed her face down to his cock. That's when she wrapped her little hand around his shaft and held him before her eyes.

He has an impressive circumcised organ and he takes care of it, keeping it clean and free of hair and Jenny was fascinated with what she was seeing. She looked up at me with this awestruck expression, her pretty mouth agape, and began to explore his shaft and glans with her fingers, and feeling his testicles with her hand. Then when she was satisfied with her fondling she said. 'Can I suck him mom?' 

"Do you want to Baby?" I whispered taking his penis in my hand.

"We could take turns sucking him, like in the movie..." she giggled.

"Okay," I laughed offering her his cock. She leaned over and looking up into my eyes slid him into her mouth for the first time, and we spent the next half hour taking turns and teaching her how to give a really good blow job. 

She had seen plenty of porno demonstrations but she took her time as if she was savoring the experience, and that's when I knew that my darling little daughter had a passion and talent for sex just like mine. 

Fred was holding his orgasm off to prolong his enjoyment of the experience as long as possible. Jenny was well aware of what her mission was, and in that half hour she discovered just how to bring him to the edge of orgasm and hold him there while his fingers curled down between her buttocks to find her sex and fondle it. 

She would suck and lick him for a while and then hand him off to me and I would show her just how he liked it, and then she would practice what I had just showed her on his cock. We traded him back and forth between us until he was so sexed up that he couldn't restrain himself any longer and he had his orgasm in her mouth. 

She'd been sucking him with her eyes closed but when he came her eyes popped open, she gasped and gagged, flopped over on her back and caught her breath while he finished shooting his semen across her face and breasts. And then he took his fingers and fed his cum to us both. Jenny had seen all of this in the porno films so it wasn't a shock to her, it was just getting used to it herself that caught her off guard at first. 

We lay together while she recovered and I thought about the situation. I knew Fred would be satisfied for a while after the great orgasm he'd just had, but I could also see that Jenny hadn't climaxed and neither had I, and I was feeling really sexed up. She was lying on her back fingering her sex and wiping the last of his cum off her tits. 

"Do you want to orgasm Baby?" I whispered. She nodded, rose to her knees beside him, and began fingering her sex. I had never seen her do it like that before because we always did it under the sheets. 

She was massaging her clit like mad and running her fingers back and forth over her pussy lips, her little boobs bouncing on her chest. Fred was watching entranced, her pretty face was rosy with flush, her dark eyes bright with excitement, her long brown hair flying about her bare shoulders, her head straining back as she strove to reach her climax. That's when he reached over lifted her leg across his chest and positioned her so she was straddling his face with her loins, and then he began licking her sex. I was amazed to see his organ begin to stiffen, and in a few minutes he was in full erection again. "Let me suck your tits, Jenny," he said. She slid back, dropped her breasts to his mouth and raised her butt over his cock. He began teasing her nipples with his lips, and I saw his hand come to her buttocks and begin to push her hips down to his erection, and that's when I got into the act. 

"He's going to make you cum with his mouth, Baby," I whispered and I pushed her butt back up to his face, "and he's going to fuck my cunt, and that's the way we're always going to do it." I insisted mounting his organ. 

Now Jenny straddled his face and I straddled his cock fucking it with all the strength in my hips and thighs, while she knelt in front of me over his mouth so he could use his tongue and lips on her clit, and it didn't take all three of us long to reach our climaxes. We had our orgasms together and when it was over at last we flopped off him and tried to collect our wits. From then on sex was as much a part of Jenny's life on weekends as ours. I would pick her up on Saturday morning from the Girls Academy and we would orgy till I took her back on Sunday night. She was as eager, excited, and into it as Fred and I, so much so that I had to constantly maneuver to keep him from taking her vaginal virginity. 

I could tell she was perfectly willing to let him fuck her, and that she wanted him to do it to her, but there was no way I would take a chance on her getting pregnant and I didn't want her on the pill at that age. 

Besides fucking was my turf with him, not hers, so he fucked me, fingered her, and I let them have oral sex as often as they wanted it. When we slept naked together I lay between them cuddling her spoon-fashion so he couldn't get to her.

When we really got into it our favorite threesome was with Fred on his back and me riding his cock while Jenny straddled his face and he licked her pussy and sucked her clit. She could easily have two or three orgasms before I made him come in my cunt, and after a while I noticed that she got really excited when he began to use his tongue around her pucker. He knew it too and that's when I got her a dildo to train her for anal intercourse so she could have penetration without getting pregnant. 

When I first showed her how to use it she loved it right from the beginning and after that she masturbated with it a lot. She's anally erotic just like I am, and scared to death of getting pregnant. That's why she kept pushing your finger away from her vagina and back to her pucker, Marcus, and she's still a vaginal virgin after all that fucking around with Fred and me. 

Right away she wanted to use the dildo up her butt when we had sex with Fred and he would finger her clit and suck it into orgasms for her, so now she can have anal orgasms as well as vaginal ones when she finally gets the chance to do a threesome with two guys. Last summer when school let out for vacation we had Jenny with us full time and the sex got really complicated because I was working all day and his schedule was more open. I enrolled Jenny in summer school, dropped her off mornings and picked her up evenings and kept her with me all the time. Then Fred left for a week-long shooting assignment and I could leave her alone at our apartment. 

One morning I left for work and remembered I had forgotten my briefcase, and when I went back to get it I found Fred in bed with Jenny. The 'assignment' was phony so he could get to her without me in the way, and I came into the bedroom and found her straddling his hips with his erection in her hand trying to stuff it up her vagina. But she was so tight she was having a hard time doing it and I stopped them just in time. Jenny and I moved out that day and I divorced Fred.

We settled into our new apartment, took up our life together and satisfied our intense need for sex as best we could with porn, self-pleasuring, and each other. Then one day we met Cassie Rollins who lives in the same building that we do. 

She had seen us lounging around the pool in our bikinis. We got acquainted and she asked us to pose for her. She explained she was working on a series of pictures for a rich collector of erotica and she sensed that Jenny was a 'Lolita' and that I was a professional model. So, Marcus, you know the rest of our story," Kathy laughed.

"And I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have that knowledge but now I long to share as much of your life with Jenny as you will permit, my dear Kathy," he exclaimed as they pulled into her apartment parking lot. 

Jenny stirred between them, sighed sleepily, settled her nubile little body into repose and drifted off to sleep again. 

Dalton slid his hand behind Kathy's head, drew her face to his and kissed her softly upon the lips. Her response was warm and lingering.

"What do you have in mind?" she smiled up into his gaze. 

"To have you and Jenny come and live with me for as long as you want to, starting tonight." 

"Is it just the sex you want from us, Marcus?" she smiled wryly. 

"I want the sex and I want to see what else we can discover with each other," he answered with another kiss upon her lips. "As for Jenny's virginity, I will totally respect your desires," he promised. 

Kathy drew back and regarded him soberly. "Wait here with Jenny," she nodded, "I need to pack a few things," and with that she left the car, and he watched her stride into the building.

*****



Dalton's Delights Ch. 06



Chapter 06

Penthouse Passions Leading To Lusty Love.

Jenny leaned against her mom and her gaze wandered wonderingly over the lights of the city below as the elevator lifted them into the heights of the building. Floor after floor blinked away before the lift stopped and the doors opened silently into the incredible luxury of Dalton's penthouse. 

This evening had been utterly stunning and now perhaps they were going to spend the whole weekend at his apartment. Going back to school on Monday would be a drag for sure and he even had a private elevator that went all the way up to his penthouse!

They toured the spacious rooms with the views out over the glittering city beside the heaving darkened lake; gazed at the collection of erotica gracing his walls; considered the delights of the bedrooms with the huge plush beds reflected in the surrounding mirrors; paused in the ample baths with their whirlpools, saunas, showers, bidets, massage and dressing tables; ending at last in his paneled circular study where Cassie Rollin's paintings offered their own images in every seductive pose they had offered to the woman's brush. 

At that moment they both felt themselves at the very center of Dalton's sensual world, and for Kathy the sensation was a wry acknowledgment of her own need for intricately complex sexual gratifications and along with the search for abiding love. 

Perhaps Dalton was a man of such dimensions, and soon she might know whether or not he could fulfill hers and Jenny's needs. As for his other dimensions the sample she'd had from his organ filling her hands, her mouth and Jenny's tonight, surpassed Fred's and was certainly equal to the best of the actors she had fucked with.

For Jenny the sensation was a mixture of relief and expectation. Until tonight it had been so long since she had some really good sex. His grope in the car had filled her with such delicious sexual tension that the orgasms from the fingering orgy she'd had from him in the car, the restaurant, and at the theatre had only roused her need for more of such satisfactions. Those moments still echoed within her along with those marvelous sensations of his tongue and her mom's licking her puss and sucking her clit. Dalton gestured to the generous leather circular couch in the center of his study and they seated themselves. Leaning back against the soft fragrant backrest and glancing up Kathy caught their images in the mirrored ceiling above them. Facing her Cassie's renderings of their naked bodies circled half the room. Beside her Jenny had lifted her feet to the couch and slid back to the rest so that her slim shapely legs extended on the cushion before her. Dalton stood gazing happily down at them, and then he gestured grandly at the paintings with his hand.

"Words are inadequate to express the pleasure your images have already given me, and now what a perfect delight to have you both here in person, and to know that your living beauty is everything and more than your portraits suggest." 

"You're very kind, Marcus. It would appear that nothing about us is now left to your imagination," Kathy laughed with a suggestive lift of her lovely eyebrows. 

As for Jenny her gaze was riveted to the paintings that Miss Rollins had done of her bottom with her buttocks spread to show every detail of her sex and her anal pucker from behind. Mister Dalton was obviously delighted with what she had to offer back there, and a droll smile touched her young lips as she remembered Fred's fascination with her behind as well.

Dalton lifted a remote from beside Jenny and languidly erotic strains of music filled the room. "That's lovely," Kathy sighed. "What is it?"

"Six Antique Epigrams by Debussy," he answered. "It was first performed over a hundred years ago in Paris, accompanied by nude dancers. It caused an uproar then but I find it most appropriate here in this setting with you both. Tell me, Jenny would you care to show us how you think it should be danced?" he smiled down at her. 

"Do you want me to strip first?" she giggled. 

"If your mother doesn't mind," he replied. 

"I'm sure it couldn't be danced any other way," Kathy agreed. 

"Well I don't have hardly anything on anyhow," Jenny giggled again gliding from the couch to stand before them while Dalton replaced her on the couch next to Kathy. 

But instead of abruptly shedding her dress Jenny merely lifted the hem and turning her back, offered tantalizing glimpses of her taut little bare buttocks swaying and gliding about before them. Kathy heard Dalton sigh in delighted satisfaction at the gracefully seductive moves her daughter was offering them, and his arm encircled Kathy's shoulders cuddling her to him. 

Soon Jenny was even more enmeshed in the music and she lifted her dress to her hips to reveal all the delights of her loins and derrière. Then her hands fumbled at the zipper at her neck and in a moment her garment fell from her shoulders and she was dancing nude before them. The beauty of her adolescent nubile body now lay totally exposed in motion to Dalton's practiced eye against the backdrop of Cassie's paintings that had captured the girl's most exquisite poses.

The effect on him was utterly apparent in the rising bulge under his fly announcing the renewed arousal of his phallus and Kathy didn't overlook his need. Her hand stroked knowingly over his erection, her slim supple fingers, with their perfectly manicured nails, found the tab of his zipper and in a moment his magnificently erect organ lay exposed to her caressing hand.

Jenny spun slowly before them, offering breasts, buttocks, loins, her long shapely legs clasped in pirouette, her flat little tummy sloping up to her girlish bosom, her arms raised above her head to frame her lovely face midst her flowing chestnut tresses. 

Kathy could see that Dalton was transfixed by her daughter's beauty, and Jenny could see that her mother's hand was working its usual magic upon the man's penis as it lifted into grand erection in tribute to both their charms. 

The scenes of this evening's erotic tableau at the theatre filled Jenny's impressionable young mind and it was inevitable that she should now recreate what she had learned. Her hands fell to her young bosom capturing her modest breasts and cupping them teasingly; her fingers felt for her nipples tugging them into erection. She dropped her arms clasping her hands in her crotch, and pivoted before them to reveal her fingers emerging from between her buttocks to caress her swollen pudenda between her cheeks. 

The effects of her gestures she saw in the response of Mister Dalton's organ, lifting ever more boldly in her mother's hand, and she felt the effects of her self-pleasuring in the tide of excitement rising within her.

A couple more turns brought her to Dalton's knees where she halted and let her fingers find the little protrusion of her aching clitoris so she could massage it for him. The soft wet slaps of her fingers stroking her long labia punctuated the music in their ears, and then she spread herself so he could watch her finger her pink. 

His hand reached out to her, touched her hip and turned her back to him so he could feel her buttocks while she masturbated for him. His hand moved in long slow caresses over her cheeks to sound out the hollows at their sides, and then to curl underneath and find the bulges of her pussy lips for a long fondle that had her arching her back and gaping with excitement over her shoulder at him. 

"You dance beautifully, Jenny," he murmured. 

"I'm glad you like it, Mister Dalton," she replied her giggle ending in a gasp of delight.

"I'll bet you give a fantastic lap-dance," he crooned. 

"I wouldn't know, I've never done one before," she sighed. 

"Perhaps your mother could show you how," he urged. 

"Suppose we start with my just telling you how to do it while I take my clothes off, Baby?" 

"Whatever you say, mom." 

Sitting up, Kathy lifted her blouse and drew it off over her head, "Slide your butt back sweetie and sit on Mister Dalton's knees." 

Obediently the girl slid her bare bottom back to Dalton's legs, his hands found her hips lifting her so she sat upon his knees, her girlish stature bringing her feet just to his calves.

"Now clasp your hands behind your head and start wiggling your butt." Kathy laughed, her hands cupping her breasts before their faces. 

With a giggle Jenny complied the movement of her arms lifting her young breasts so delightfully that Dalton couldn't resist reaching around her to fondle them with both hands, while her buttocks swiveled delightfully upon his thighs.

Then he found her nipples with his fingers, his tugs and squeezes inciting ever more vigorous swivels of her hips and buttocks upon him, her shapely back arching delightfully over her slim little waist while she tossed glances back over her shoulders at him. Kathy lifted herself from the couch and standing before them teasingly dropped her skirt to reveal the utter lusciousness of her womanly loins and legs. Naked, except for the tiny panties covering but not concealing the qualities of her sex, she took up the dance to the music filling their ears, her up-tilted breasts signaling their need for attention. Now Dalton could savor her beauty in movement against her utterly seductive poses in the paintings, while her daughter stimulated his most erotic cravings with her dance upon his lap. His erection had nearly risen to its quivering summit needing only the heat from Jenny's cute little buttocks to bring it to fulfillment. His hands dropped from her nipples to her hips drawing her back until the crevice between her cheeks embraced his organ and he could slide it luxuriously up and down between them. 

Feeling his need, and her own, Jenny left off swiveling her waist and began tightening her thighs to lift and lower her buttocks against his erection that rose so satisfyingly between her cheeks. She felt one of his hands come again to her breast to capture her nipple, but the other hand curled over her hip and his fingers descended into her loins to find the bulge of her hardened clitoris and begin to massage it. As the tempo of the music quickened into ever more excited passages Dalton read the exquisite-ness of the sensations spiraling through the girl by her increasingly excited gyrations upon his erection.

Mimicking the attitudes of her mother dancing before them, Jenny braced her hands behind her head once more and arching her back worked her butt ferociously up and down, striving to take the length of his penis between her cheeks. Craving ever more contact she stared over her shoulder at Dalton, and reaching back seized his organ with her hand to hold it in her crevice and work against it.

"Lift your butt, Baby," he heard Kathy croon, and when the girl responded his organ found its way beneath her buttocks to emerge below her sex, and he felt the delicious wet heat of her enfolding buttocks over the full length of his phallus. 

That Jenny felt it with at least as much delight he heard in her spontaneous groans of satisfaction and in the way she settled herself upon him so that he could feel the convulsions of her anal pucker against his organ, and in the way her labial lips opened to take its length over her pink all the way up to her clitoris. 

Now she could hold him in her hand and ride her sex over his shaft to her heart's content. He felt her press the head of his penis to her clitoris and work it passionately back and forth and up and down over her pearl.

The girl's fragrant hair flowed wildly about her slim young shoulders gleaming with the moisture of her exertions, her fair unblemished skin glowing pink with excitement as she masturbated against his penis. 

Raising his gaze to Kathy he read the amused delight in her face, and the calculating gleam in her appreciative eyes fixed on his. His organ was huge in her daughter's hands, it filled the arch of her crotch, its length escaping her delicate fingers ever more intent on bending him to her needs as Kathy dropped her panties and came to them. 

She leaned forward and placing her hand on Dalton's chest pressed him back until he was half-lying against the back-rest. Happily Dalton's hand found the remote beside him and in response the back-rest slid smoothly down into the couch converting it into a huge round bed.

"Cool!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Slide back, Baby," Kathy whispered. 

Un-hesitantly, Jenny complied, pushing with her feet until her buttocks slid off Dalton's organ and her butt-cheeks came to rest upon his chest with her knees drawn up on either side of him. Where she had straddled his shaft before now its fluted head quivered directly below her vulva and her anal opening. "Rub him on your puss, Baby," Kathy whispered moving to lift her own legs to straddle Dalton's thighs. 

With an incredulous gasp of delight the girl complied and drew the head of his penis to the cleft between her petals parting them to receive this caress. 

Dalton felt the girl exploring her sex with the head of his organ, working it up and down and back and forth between her pussy lips with little sighs of satisfaction and eagerness, and pausing to measure his bulk against the taut constriction of her vaginal orifice. Her slim hips wiggling her sex over his glans he felt her lifting her pelvis up into probe of his penis, welcoming him with her need, and then she began a series of searching coital thrusts that signaled her eager readiness to give him her maidenhead.

"Do you like the feel of it sweetie?" Kathy probed

"Oh god, mom, it is so good!" the girl cried. 

"Then fuck ME with his cock Baby," Kathy ordered lowering her sex to them. 

With a sigh of resignation, Jenny, lifted Dalton's organ from her petals and directed it up with a sure knowledge into her mother's vaginal orifice, holding it there while Kathy settled herself over it to take its full length up into her vagina. 

The soft leather of the couch-bed creaked and squeaked with the sudden vigor of Kathy's coital surges upon his organ, her gorgeous hips lifted and lowered pummeling his erection with all the womanly vigor and energy within her. 

She leaned back resting her weight upon her hands and fucked him wildly, her sumptuous breasts bouncing upon her chest while Jenny watched in openmouthed envy the fulsome length of Dalton's shaft, soaked with her mother's juices, appearing and disappearing into the depths of her hungering vagina. Then after a series of exceptionally vigorous thrusts his organ popped from Kathy's vulva and quivered at the height of its tumescence between them.

"Can I mom?" Jenny pleaded. 

"Yes, Baby," Kathy exclaimed and Dalton watched the girl lean forward and take his organ into her mouth. Her hands plied feverishly up and down his shaft and her tongue worked wantonly over the twin flares of his glans, as she commenced sucking him with all the skill and energy she had shown at the theatre. At last she lifted her face and looked up at her mother: 

"He's almost ready, I can taste his cum, " Jenny murmured.

"Fuck me with him Baby," Kathy cried and obediantly Jenny worked his organ into the depths of her mother's vagina watching enviously as her mother wildly pleasured herself upon Dalton's fantastic phallus.

"Do you want to cum Baby?" Kathy moaned sympathetically. 

"Please mom..." Jenny begged. 

"Come to us and give your little cunt to Marcus to make love to sweetie." Kathy urged. 

"Will you suck me?" Jenny pleaded at him. 

"In answer Dalton drew the girl's hips to him so her sex straddled his face and his mouth found her clit. Jenny hovered over him, her breasts dangling deliciously, her tresses flowing over them, while his lips, tongue, and mouth gave her vulva the ecstasy she craved. Behind the girl her mother straddled his hips and worked herself into the throes of her climax on his erection while he luxuriated in savoring the girl's moans of pleasure and the mother's cries of satisfaction as her orgasm flooded through her. He felt the convulsions of the woman's vagina milking the length of his organ, and the twitches of the girl's vaginal opening caressing his tongue probing at her hymen.

Breathless at last, her orgasmic climax spent, Kathy lifted herself from the length of his shaft and stared in disbelief at the rigidity of his organ in her hand, surprised that she hadn't brought him off with her orgasm. 

Fred had never outlasted her, in fact she had to work to bring herself off before he came if she wanted a good fuck. Jenny could rouse him soon enough however and she used her daughter to satisfy her own multi-orgasmic needs. But Dalton was obviously another matter, and his erection still lifted boldly up to her daughter's mouth.

Now Jenny sat upon his face, her hands clasped behind her head, savoring the reaches of his tongue plying its way over wet swollen surfaces of her labial lips and hard hot clitoris, her graceful slim supple back glistening with the moisture of her exertions, roused to the point of delirious surrender. 

Kathy leaned forward, captured Jenny's hips with her hands and drew the girl back down Dalton's chest so that her buttocks touched the crown of his phallus. "You've been such a good girl, Jenny, that I'm going to give you a treat. Lift your butt Baby." 

"Oh mom!" the girl gasped in delighted disbelief when the head of Dalton's organ entered the crevice between her cheeks and probed its way down over her pucker to the entry of her vagina. 

"Are you going to let him fuck me?" she cried. 

"Yes Baby. But in your pucker, sweetie. Would you like that?"

"Can't I have him in my cunt?" the girl moaned as Kathy urged Dalton's organ up to Jenny's anal opening and worked him gently within its tightly constricted ring. Clenching her teeth Jenny worked her butt back over his shaft until it was buried within her, and then she commenced a series of long slow strokes that had him responding with deliberate thrusts until he brought the tempo up to the point where the girl threw her head back and screamed:

"I LOVE FUCKING". 

Her face hovered over his, her eyes closed in concentrated intensity, her lips puckered in the urgency of her need. Lifting his mouth to hers he kissed her lips and her eyes fluttered open in surprise. Her hips stilled for a moment while she registered this experience and then she tucked her head beside his and her hips resumed their plunges back against his penis. He felt her small firm breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples hardened into firm little buds of sensation. 

Above them the ceiling mirror over the couch captured every nuance of the girl's ever more excited action upon his organ. He savored the sight of her slim narrow-waisted back, her curvaceous little buttocks, and her long shapely legs all working in heated unison to bring herself to orgasm again, only this time upon his phallus, her breath hot upon his shoulder. 

When she turned her face to his again he rained a shower of kisses over her lovely mouth and then her climax burst upon her. She groaned, threw her head back, and he felt the convulsions of her anal orgasm shuddering through her slim body, and the spasms of her tightened anal orifice milking his erection. Nor was it brief, rather her climax surged and mounted into a prolonged passion of contractions that when they finally ebbed at last, left her gasping for breath and covered in sweat, and only then did Kathy pull his organ from Jenny's distended pucker.

The girl cuddled in his arms melting into the afterglow of her orgasm while her mother cradled his organ in her hands and marveled at its continued state of erection. Kathy knelt naked beside them; she had been sure that her daughter's anal climax would have brought Dalton irresistibly to his own conclusion but his erection lay unabated in her hands, and she pondered what to do with it. They had both sucked and fucked its bulk into delicious orgasms for themselves, but his phallus still remained in a glorious state of erection worthy of the god Eros himself. She flopped down beside Dalton without relinquishing her hold on his magnificent organ and he encircled her shoulders with his arm, drawing her face to his with his hand for a kiss. They lay together, her hand softly stroking his organ, and their mouths mingled for one caress after another while he cuddled Jenny to them with his other arm. The girl lay contentedly in the embrace studying the amorous caresses between her mother and Dalton, sensing a connection she had never seen before, one that included her too. She had been only too well aware that Fred was fixed on her self, but not on her as a person. He had often caressed her sex with his tongue but he had never kissed her mouth; and that shower of caresses Mister Dalton had just rained on her face had brought her to orgasm with its message of love, tenderness, and caring that she had known only from her mother. 




Dalton's Delights Ch. 06



Now she studied the way he was tracing her mother's features so sweetly with his finger, following the shape of her brows, her nose, her lips, her chin as if he would internalize her beauty forever with his touch. 

She herself was so proud of her mother's beauty and of the glory that always radiated from her figure, and she sensed already that Dalton appreciated and even worshiped her mom's exquisiteness in a way that Fred never had; All Fred ever wanted to do was fuck, he never made love. 

Not that there was anything wrong with fucking, she had discovered long ago that she couldn't get enough of it, but when it was served up with love, like right now, it made her heart melt with happiness. Kathy stretched her length beside Marcus feeling the way their bodies nestled so perfectly together, as if their curves were made for each other. She wrinkled her nose under his caressing finger, and when it came to her lips she kissed it. The sensations of the kisses they had shared this night resonated within her, and she had known right from the start that his were special when he had kissed her mouth in the restaurant after fingering Jenny into orgasm. 

That first kiss was so important, it telegraphed so much about who they each were as persons. It wasn't just that his kiss was sensual, it was also warm, welcoming, and loving. They had both paused and parted for a moment, glancing into each other eyes to see if they could read there what they were each feeling at that instant. 

She had read his smile of recognition and saw that he knew hers. When their mouths had come together again the touch spoke passages for the feelings welling up within them. The sex for the rest of this night had been exquisite, but it was the sensations of the kisses that had at last fulfilled her with their message of discovery. It had been the kisses, not her orgasms that had been the climaxes of this night.

She gazed across his chest at Jenny snuggled into their embrace and read in her daughter's face the same happiness that now filled her. Her hand left Dalton's organ and traveled up to capture Jenny's head and draw her face to hers for a kiss. Their lips touched softly, and then knowingly they found Dalton's mouth together.

Above them the mirror registered the long loving session of caresses between the man, woman, and girl; and when Kathy's hand at last descended down Dalton's chest to find his erection once more it was accompanied by Jenny's as well.

Mother and daughter stroked, massaged, tickled, and touched, sharing the knowledge of his shapes from his testicles to the tip of his erection while his hands explored once again the exquisite harmonies and contrasts of their buttocks and all the treasures between them. He felt not only these delights but the reawakening of their needs for satisfaction and chose to salute it.

His finger found the remote and at its signal a drawer slid out from beneath their couch-bed accompanied by the tinkle of glasses against a bottle. 

Jenny lifted herself to stare down at the sight, "It's champagne," she chortled and reached down to lift the bottle and glasses up to them. In a moment he had twisted off the top, filled the glasses, and lifted his in tribute to the beauties beside him.  

"To you Kathy, and to you Jenny, mother and daughter, the best of both worlds in mine. I salute you with my love!" he intoned gravely.

Their glasses touched with Kathy's response, "May we always greet your love for us with ours for you." 

"I'll drink to that!" Jenny giggled, and their toast ended with champagne soaked kisses beginning with his caresses of their lips, then dribbling over their nipples and down their tummies to their deltas. 

Mother and daughter laughingly sharing the libations with their tongues upon each other's clits as Dalton soaked their sexes, and then they turned to him drenching his erection with the foaming fluid and washing it down with their hands until it stood shining once again cleansed in its grand state of tumescence. 

Happily they stretched out on either side of his loins, their fair faces poised over his organ, their hands clasped about it and traded him back and forth, plying their knowing tongues expertly over his shaft and its flaring crown. 

Delighted he marveled at their teamwork, the mother bringing her hardcore skills to the exercise, and the daughter her enthusiastic repertory from her sessions of fellatio with the ex. 

The mirror above reflected the tableau and Dalton studied this perspective of their gorgeous bodies against the backdrop of the paintings that had captured their charms so convincingly at the outset of his introduction to them. Mother and daughter were everything he had guessed they might be, and in fact had surpassed his grandest expectations, for Jenny was indeed a vaginal virgin. 

In their last session of cunnilingus his tongue had searched out the girl's maidenhead and explored its encircling curtain within her vaginal opening, discovering as well the narrow aperture in her hymen dispensing her copious flow of lubricating juices. She would be a very tight, very wet fuck if the opportunity ever came to experience it. That the mother was tight too and wet like the daughter he had just discovered in their first fuck. That her vagina was the perfect sheath for his extensive organ he had felt in its full embrace of his entire length, so that the convulsions of her orgasms milked his erection deliciously throughout her repeated climaxes. He felt as well the control she had of her sheath and the way she could exercise it upon his penis. 

There was no doubt in his mind that if he chose to lie quietly with her she could milk him to orgasm with the voluntary contractions of her vagina alone. And then as if Kathy had read his thoughts she mounted him once more, and, with her daughter's aid and assistance, his organ was shoved up into the woman's sex while she stretched her length upon him.

Their mouths met in a long passionate caress that ended with her invitation for his tongue to enter her mouth. She took him in over her tongue, her cheeks collapsing as she commenced sucking, and then in perfect unison he felt her vagina milking his organ. They lay like that and he read the knowing amusement in her lovely eyes and raised brows as they savored the experience together. Jenny lay beside them, her chin resting on her hands, a bemused expression upon her delicately beautiful features, studying the caress, longingly aware of what was transpiring within her mother's loins. 

And then, her mom needing a break for breath, she felt Mister Dalton's hand draw her face to his so she could take his tongue in her mouth and nurse it for him. She felt his hand curl down through her tresses to the bare skin of her back and follow the curve of her spine to her buttocks, sending little chills of goose-bumps over her arms. She shifted, offering her buttocks to his hand, feeling his fingers spreading her cheeks and probing for her anal pucker and finding it, begin caressing it delightfully.  Kathy lifted her shoulders so that her gorgeous breasts dangled into Dalton's face, and Jenny withdrew her tongue from his mouth so he could turn to her mother's nipples. Jenny watched him pull one into his mouth and nurse its puffy-ness into a collapsing bud of sensations that she knew only too well herself. 

Her fingers felt for her own nipple fondling and teasing it into a stream of tantalizing twinges that roused her into lifting her pelvis so that Dalton's finger found the entrance to her anal pucker and plunged within it. She groaned, shifted and squirmed, taking his length within so she could work her bottom up and down over it. 

Now Kathy's hips responded to Dalton's sucks on her nipple, her pelvis lifted slowly carrying her sex up the length of his organ, and then she lowered herself savoring the bulk of his erection entering her once more to caress every millimeter of her sheath into its rousing response. Slowly by degrees she raised the tempo and studying the movements of his finger between Jenny's cheeks matched her thrusts to his plunges, reading the delicious surrender in her daughter's face to their fucking. 

"Oh mom, mom," Jenny cried, "it feels so good!" 

"Do you like him fucking your asshole honey?" Kathy murmured.

"You know I do," Jenny yelped. "Do you like him fucking your cunt mom?" 

"I love it! He's got such a huge hard cock!" 

"I know mom. He filled my whole ass-hole and I wanted to cum and cum and cum on it. I just wish I could fuck him with my cunt like you're doing right now." 

"I know you do Baby." 

"Please mom!" 

"It would hurt you sweetie." 

"I don't care. I just want him to really fuck me like he's fucking you. I hate my cherry. I just want to get rid of it." 

"I know you do Baby," Kathy sighed helplessly, her hips driving her vagina ever more relentlessly upon his shaft until she felt her orgasm cresting to her climax. With a moan of surrender she lifted herself and flopped from Dalton to her side having fucked his organ into a state only her daughter could relieve. "Okay Baby" she said "straddle him." 

"Oh mom, I love you!" Jenny cried in delight throwing her girlish leg over Dalton's loins and lifting herself to straddle his lean abs with her slim thighs. She stared down at him, her eyes bright with anticipation, read the delighted greeting in his face, turned to look back at her mother who held his phallus in her hand. With a giggle of satisfaction Jenny lowered her buttocks to engage his organ with her sex.The first touches were against her petals, long strokes up and down their lengths that filled them with sensation and turgid arousal. 

Kathy observed the way they were swelling into tumescence, lifting and parting to the intrusion of Dalton's organ, welcoming it with their wet tingling inner surfaces until at last they simply lifted and spread of their own volition. Now her daughter's pink lay exposed from the protrusion of her clitoris beneath its long hood down to the taut ring of her vaginal opening. 

Kathy stroked Dalton's crown over Jenny's pink up to her clit and commenced massaging it with his organ until the girl was moaning, gasping, and crying for release from her surging arousal. Then Kathy drew his phallus down through Jenny's pink to the spreading orifice of her vagina. 

"Play with your clit, Baby. Really finger yourself good." 

"Okay mom," the girl gasped. 

Dalton drew the girl's bosom down onto his chest and felt her hand sliding down between them to plunge up into the depths of her sex and find her clitoris. He felt her breath exhaling in quick hard pants against his neck; he heard her fingers working her clitoris until her pussy-lips were slapping against his penis and then he felt his organ engage the tight ring of her vaginal opening.

"Oh mom! He's so big! And I'm so tight!" 

"I know Baby. Do you still want him to break your hymen?" 

"'Yes! Yes! I want his cock in me!" 

"You heard her, Marcus. Give it to her!" Kathy cried loosening her hand on his erection as he shoved his phallus slowly but relentlessly up, forcing his way through that little slit in her hymen that suddenly rent with a gush of hot blood lathering his organ.

"Ouch!" Jenny yelped, flinching and collapsing onto Dalton's chest.

"Are you okay Baby?" he soothed into her ear. 

"That hurt!" she pouted.

"I know sweetie, " he crooned lifting her face to his, kissing her brow, the tip of her nose, and then her lips. Between them he could feel her hand working tentatively down over her sex until it reached his organ planted in the opening to her vagina. Her fingers curled around his bloody shaft, tightening and urging him into her entry. He felt her pushing back over his organ with her butt while holding and shoving him in with her hand. 

"Your so big, and I'm so tight," she groaned in frustration.

"It's going to take a while to stretch you sweetie and we need to let you heal up first." 

"But I want to cum on your cock," she protested. "

Use your hand, Baby," Kathy urged. 

"Okay", the girl sighed doubtfully as Dalton lifted her chin and kissed her mouth. And then he felt her fingers finding her clitoris and begin to massage it into the response she craved. In a moment she lifted her mouth to his for another kiss; this one suddenly urgent and hard with passion. His hand slid down her back to her buttocks, his finger searching the depths of her crease for her anal pucker and entering it with ease. 

"Oh YES!" Jenny moaned, holding herself for the plunges of his finger in her anus and the swipes of her fingers over her clitoris. Her head jerked, her back arched, her butt shoved and the head of his organ entered the vestibule of her vagina again inciting her to such a vigorous shove of her hips that his organ filled her depths and stopped, trapped by the convulsions of her orgasm upon it. 

"Oh God that's so GOOD. I've waited for years for that!" she cried over the surges of her climax upon his fulfilling organ. 

Jenny's flinch, as Kathy withdrew his bloody organ from her daughter's vagina, was momentary. The girl's hand stroking his cheek in gratitude was a delight and he felt the afterglow of her satisfaction in her lingering kisses upon his mouth before she rolled off his chest to catch her breath.

To Kathy's relief the bulk of Dalton's phallus remained at its summit. If anything it was more rigid and arched than ever. There was no hint that it had discharged any of its semen into her daughter's vagina, and now that challenge was hers alone. In the course of their lovemaking Dalton had shed all but his shirt that now gaped unbuttoned over his chest. He rose from the couch-bed, stood before them and dropped the garment fully exposing his nudity for the first time. 

To Kathy's eye, practiced by the young men she had encountered in her acting career, Dalton' physic was highly commendable for a man in his late fifties, and his organ was better than the best she had seen. It arched magnificently from his loins, his shaft gleaming brightly with the blood from her daughter's torn maidenhead.

Suddenly that sight revived a memory from that day when she lay, as she lay now, upon her back in the ship's cabin starring at the blood covered phallus that had just taken her own virginity. Her seducer stood, just as Dalton was standing now, before her while she stroked the soreness away from her smarting vulva by fingering her clitoris again into arousal. To her amazement she now felt Dalton's hands come to her ankles and lift her legs to his shoulders in just the way her seducer had, spreading her thighs and opening her sex again to the penetration of his organ. Kathy's gasp, her cry, her flinch as he penetrated her surprised Dalton, but then her hands lifted to his neck drawing him into the embrace that lifted her pelvis exposing everything between her sumptuous buttocks. He found her staring transfixed up into his face, her vulva embracing the entry of his phallus into her depths. He rode her then with all the vigor, mastery, and enthusiasm of his libidinous career and her response was everything he had known it would be.

For Kathy she was suddenly reliving that first fuck when losing her maidenhead to Amy's dad. She had expected to be sore at the time but to her surprise the pleasure and passion of being taken by that man had overwhelmed her. 

She'd discovered that she immediately welcomed the thrust of his blood covered organ up into her awakened virginal vagina, and bracing herself on the bed with her hands behind her she'd let him lift her legs and wrap them about his waist so that he could penetrate her again with ease. 

The pleasure of taking that man's cock all the way up into her vagina again and again and again had forced her to begin working her legs on his waist until she was meeting every thrust of his with a welcoming embrace of her legs in just the way Dalton was fucking her at this very moment.

And then to her delighted amazement Dalton offered his blood soaked cock to her mouth in just the way her seducer had, lifting it from her eager sex to her equally receptive mouth, and she licked and sucked her daughter's blood from his shaft in just the way she had tasted her own cherry-blood that afternoon in the cruise cabin so many years ago. Awed, Jenny crouched beside them, witnessing a tide of passion that grew into an avalanche of thrusts and counterthrusts from her mother that she had never seen before. The couch-bed rocked and quaked, the leather squealed and squeaked.

Her mother's cries of wonder, excitement, and delight filled her ears. Then at last, after a long mounting crescendo of abandoned fucking, the lovemaking soared into a tsunami of orgasmic climaxes between her mother and Dalton, and Jenny saw his cum, stained with her own blood, spurting from her mother's sex.

Breathless, exhausted, and satiated the lovers collapsed together, his softening organ slid from Kathy's vulva and her long curvaceous legs stroked down his back to lie parted around his thighs. They lay limply together internalizing what Jenny had just witnessed, their hands moving absently in soft caresses and then he rolled off so she could catch her breath. 

To Kathy it felt like she too had lost her virginity to Mister Marcus Dalton this night in just the way Jenny had.

Kathy slid her hand down over her tummy to touch her vulva, her finger stroked between her labia and came away coated with bloody cum. She lifted her hand, stared in fascination at her finger, and dropped it to her mouth. Her tongue curled around it savoring the taste, and then she extended her hand to Jenny. 

Taking her mother's hand between hers Jenny drew Kathy's finger into her mouth and sucked it clean of bloody cum. Fascinated, Dalton watched this erotic byplay between them that ended in a little cascade of giggles and cuddles. 

He lifted himself to sit and gaze down at the contrasts and perfections of their beauty, and marvel at his good fortune in finding this mother and daughter who had already far surpassed the expectations he'd had from their sensual portraits and Cassie Rollins revelations about them.

A soft melodious chime signaled four-o-clock in the morning; the sweet little Jenny stretched her arms over her head, lifting her deliciously budding breasts, and yawned. 

"It's time for bath and bed," Dalton announced taking their hands in his leading them into the hot steaming bath and a long passage of utterly satisfying slumber together afterwards.

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