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!"
