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.
