Mafia Aphrodite

by O'Neil De Noux

  Standing, she moved to the mirror to check out her make-up and remembered his first words. He couldn’t believe how much she looked like Pier Angeli. He was right, of course. She still had the Lifeand Lookmagazines her papa had collected with Pier on the covers. The older Lucy got, the more she looked like her.

  She recalled the salient facts of Anna-Maria Pierangeli. Born on the Isle of Sardinia, just above Sicily, Pier Angeli had caught the attention of an Italian movie director while she was in her teens. At 19 she came to Hollywood. Unlike sex-bomb Italians like Sofia Loren and Gina Lollobrigida, she seemed to get the roles of ever-faithful girlfriend or innocent bride. Probably because of those wide eyes. Engaged to James Dean, her family blocked the wedding because Dean wasn’t Catholic, or so the story went. Lucy had tried to imagine it … making love with James Dean.

  Before Pier Angeli died back in the 70s, she’d told a reporter that Dean was the love of her life. Lucy wondered who that would be in her life.

  Sal Comodo took two coated aspirins before lying down and two after showering a second time that day. Walking through the casino, his left leg feeling much better than it had in a while, he moved cautiously, lest some excited gambler crash into him.

  He’d donned a dark blue, linen shirt and light-weight tan cotton pants, brown boat shoes with a matching belt. His Swiss watch was an antique self-winding Elgin, a gift from his great uncle Sal, the family’s consigliere before he died of a coronary in his mistress’s bed. Uncle Sal was the only family member to have fought in World War II, an infantryman with the Fourth Division, wounded on D-Day and wounded again outside Paris before being sent home with two purple hearts and two bronze stars.

  Two young women rushed around a line of slot machine right toward Sal, who tried to get out of their way, but wasn’t quick enough. The blonde ran into him and he stumbled to the side, grabbing a slot to hold on to. She looked back and said, ‘Dumb drunk.’

  The second woman stopped. A redhead she went over to Sal and took his elbow. ‘You all right.’

  He nodded and stood straight. She was so close he could smell her perfume and hairspray. She smiled flirtatiously and said, ‘We’re sorry. Really.’

  He continued nodding as he stepped away. The redhead snapped at her friend, ‘He’s not a drunk, you dumb ass.’

  ‘Then what is he? A spaz?’

  Sal tested his leg and it didn’t hurt, but he took it easy, keeping a wary eye out for people in a hurry until he reached the front of the casino where he found Louie waiting for him with a huge black man in a black suit.

  ‘This is Earl, Mr Comodo. He and his twin brother will be takin’ over from me and Big Nose. Thought I’d hang around and introduce him. You all right?’

  ‘Sure.’

  ‘You’re sweatin’ a little.’ Louie pointed to the side of Sal’s face. Sal took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.

  Earl led the way out to a long black Cadillac with his brother behind the wheel. Lucy sat in the backseat. She wore a white top with a scooped neck and a dark blue sarong-type skirt and white sandals. As he climbed in, he noticed she wore no stockings and her legs were very shapely and elegant.

  She surprised him by taking his hand as they pulled away. ‘So how do you like the Bleu Marine?’

  ‘Nice. A little crowded.’

  ‘Wait ’til the weekend. It brings in quite a clientele. People happy to throw away their money.’ She looked at him. ‘Do you gamble, Sal?’

  ‘Never saw any point to it.’

  ‘Me neither. But we still run a book here on the coast. There’s always a need for a bookie and we do OK with it. The Guag shows me the numbers.’

  Sal smiled and said, ‘The old moustache Petes, La Mano Nero, they started way back then with it. Don’t see why we should ever give it up. Even with legalised gambling.’ He could see she knew what he meant, talking about the old black hand gangsters who used to prey on Sicilians. That was before La Cosa Nostra, who took those skills and turned it against everyone except Sicilians.

  Sal felt calmer as they drew onto a bridge to cross Bay St. Louis. It was only about two miles and he could see the small town nestled on the left side of the bay. White houses with white fences gave way to larger buildings that looked like businesses, some three storeys tall, but all surrounded by heavy trees.

  Bay St. Louis looked a little like a New England fishing village with seafood restaurants on pilings along the bay, shrimp boats, oyster trawlers and fishing boats moving up and down the waterfront, rows of antique shops, nautical shops and bookstores across the narrow main street from the restaurants. As the Caddy took a small rise, Sal could see a courthouse right out of To Kill a Mockingbird. Just beyond the courthouse, along a central town square that looked amazingly like the one in Back to the Future, stood the movie theatre. It was straight out of the 40s with an illuminated double marquee with yellow and white blinking lights and a lone ticket seller in a booth out front. One side of the marquee read: Now Playing … HOLIDAYstarring Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. The other side read: Coming Next … VIVA ZAPATAstaring Marlon Brando and Anthony Quinn.

  The Cadillac stopped right in front and Earl opened the door for Sal, who slid out, turned back to offer Lucy a hand. As she slid across the seat, her sarong opened to reveal her white lacy panties. Sal felt an immediate erection as her legs opened when she climbed out.

  She held his hand as she came out, pulled herself to him and said, ‘That wasn’t very lady like.’

  He pretended he didn’t know what she meant. Pressed against him, her perfume smelling so sexy, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Lucy brushed her lips across his and said, ‘If you didn’t look up my skirt just now, we can call the whole thing off.’

  ‘Oh, I looked all right.’ Couldn’t believe he said that.

  ‘Good,’ she said. ‘That was the idea.’ She led him to the box office where Cal had just purchased four tickets. They entered the theatre. A bald man in a blue suit two sizes too small rushed forward and said, ‘Miss Incanto. So nice to see you again.’

  She introduced Sal to the theatre manager, who insisted they take fresh popcorns in with them. Sal got a Coke, Lucy a Diet 7-up. The twin bodyguards managed to carry their tub-sized popcorns and huge Coke-Colas as they went inside, bodyguards remaining in back, Sal and Lucy moving down a ways.

  The next surprise was the size of the audience. By multiplex standards, the Bay Star was small, but nearly every seat was filled. Another surprise was the amount of young people in the crowd. Yet a third surprise was the pre-movie reel, a news-about-the-world segment, set in the 40s, followed by two cartoons, a Bugs Bunnyand a Woody Woodpecker.

  Holding Lucy’s hand, he hoped his hand wasn’t getting sweaty.

  Lucy’s sarong was knotted on her right side, revealing most of her leg. When she sat, it opened to the waist. Manoeuvring the knot toward the front allowed the tight skirt to open completely in front. Her bikini panties were lacy and sheer. She wore no bra under her scoop-necked blouse. Bending over in the mirror at home the blouse fell open enough to give an attentive observer a view of her boobs.

  Sitting next to Sal Comodo in the Bay Star, with Woody Woodpecker banging his head against a tree, she caught him checking her out, glancing down at her panties in the dim light. She turned her knees to him to give him a better view. She also gave a better view to an old man sitting in front of them, who’d turned around in readjusting himself and his eyes bulged.

  Holidaywas what they called a “sophisticated comedy” and Cary Grant was never better, disarming a rich, upper-class family. Engaged to the family’s snobbish young daughter, he was immediately attracted to her older sister, Katherine Hepburn. As she watched it, Lucy saw director George Cukor making his statement that privilege had a price. Grant was a breath of fresh air in the lives of the stuffy rich and ended up sweeping Hepburn away.

  Leaving the theatre, holding Sal’s clammy hand, man he was nervous, Lucy gave his hand a squeeze.

  ‘Did you see it was b
ased on a play by Philip Barry? He wrote The Philadelphia Story, one of my all-time favourites.’

  ‘Grant, Hepburn and James Stewart.’ Lucy loved that movie too. ‘A home-town story for you, huh?’

  ‘Not really. It’s mostly indoors, based on a play.’ Sal gave her a disarming smile. He looked so much more relaxed now.

  She guided him along the sidewalk toward a series of small shops, pausing to look in at a jewellery store display momentarily before going into an old bookstore. Smelling of dust with book shelves to the ceiling, the place was crammed. Lucy spied two men inside, both fastidiously dressed in pastel coloured shirts, sea-foam green and sky blue, both wearing designer jeans.

  Sea-foam waved to her as he breezed by, ‘If we can be of assistance, dear, just speak up.’

  Lucy looked at the directory tacked to the end of a bookcase and located the play section, finding a paperback of The Philadelphia Storyand bringing it up front where Sal Comodo was glancing through a biography of Stonewall Jackson.

  ‘He was a fascinating character,’ she said.

  ‘Up north he’s mythical, like Robert E. Lee.’ Sal put the biography down and Lucy eased around him, brushing him with her breasts as she took her book to the counter.

  Sea-foam smiled at her, gave Sal a long look and took her book. ‘That’ll be two twenty-five,’ he said, ‘and ya’ll have such marvellously dark brown eyes.’

  Lucy smiled. ‘Me or him?’ She put a hand on Sal’s arm.

  ‘Why him, of course.’

  Sal seemed to realise the men were gay and looked flushed for a second before saying, ‘Well, thanks, buddy but I’m as straight as they come. No offence.’

  ‘None taken.’ Sea-foam gave Lucy her change and slipped the book into a bag. He shrugged to Lucy and added, ‘A girl has to make the first move sometimes.’

  She liked the way Sal handled that. Many men, especially made-men, would have gotten indignant. Stepping outside, she led the way past a couple antique shops, Cal and Earl trailing them. How’d Sea-foam put it – a girl has to make the first move?

  Lucy spied a shoe store and went in with Sal. The only occupant, a portly man with a bad toupee watched her pick up several shoes before asking if he could help her. She held up a red pump and asked for it in a size six.

  She eased the try-on stool closer to a chair, sat and took off her sandals before leaning back. Her knees were closed but the sarong had opened around both legs, her entire panties there for Sal to notice and he did immediately, but didn’t stare.

  Lucy said, ‘I wore these panties especially for you. You like them?’

  ‘Ohhh, ah, yeah.’ He smiled again. ‘You’re about to show them off to that salesman.’

  ‘I know,’ she said, as the salesman came out, eyes locked on her crotch as he approached with two shoe boxes. The way she worked it was to lean forward as she raised her right knee high for the man to slip on a shoe, then lean back, drop her foot off the stool, leaving her legs open for a second as she worked the heel of the pump on the carpet. She raised her other knee and let him put the second shoe on before dropping that foot off the other edge to sit there with her legs spread around the stool and the man’s face a couple feet from her crotch.

  She went through four pair of shoes before buying a light blue pair, thanking the salesman who thanked her back with a salacious grin. ‘It’s been a pleasure,’ he added.

  ‘I’m sure,’ she said on the way out and it had been for her too. Sal was bouncing on his toes as they went across the street to the restaurants. Lucy felt her passion rising like the sudden wind from the bay, hot and tempestuous. It blew her skirt open and cooled the dampness between her legs.

  ‘Can you eat something right now?’

  ‘Of course,’ he said.

  She wrapped her arm around his and said, ‘I’m hot, but we can put it off until after dinner.’

  Sal looked into her eyes and nodded slowly as if realising for the first time he was going to get lucky with this pretty girl. The words “mafia whore” danced in Lucy’s mind and she chuckled. She preferred Mafia Aphrodite, actually.

  Sal Comodo was an attentive lover, almost shy at first, watching Lucy strip for him in her bedroom in the Incanto estate with her bodyguards below and rain moving in from the gulf to beat against the French doors of her balcony, lightning dancing outside, thunder rolling in like distant artillery.

  Sal stared at her like he’d never seen a naked woman before, checking out each body part as if he needed to memorise what they looked like. The way he told her, ‘You are so beautiful,’ made her think the only girls he’d been with maybe weren’t very pretty. Without his clothes, Mr Sal Comodo was a hunk, solidly built with fine muscle tone, even on his bad leg. A hairless chest, like most Sicilians, he had nice abs and pecks and when he took her in his arms, she felt the strength.

  On top of her, worming his cock into her pussy, he raised up on his hands to look down at her body as she writhed beneath him. Locking on to her eyes, he panted as he screwed her and she wondered if he was thinking, was this Lucy Incanto or Pier Angeli beneath him? Whatever he thought, he did a number on her, sending her to a deep climax before he came the first time.

  They remained in bed after he’d dropped the full condom in her wastebasket. Letting the AC and ceiling fan cool them, she watched Sal check out her body again, then slowly work them, kissing her nipples, sucking them, nibbling her throat and licking his way down to her pussy where he remained until he sent her through a shuddering climax. He vibrated his tongue as he worked her clit, which sent her over quickly.

  As soon as he was up again, he was in her for a long grinding, a plunging-in-and-out fucking, a balls slamming deep screwing. He came again in gushes. The third time wasn’t as fierce, was more loving, tender and he spoke for the first time asking if she was getting sore.

  No way. Lucy just shook her head as she stared at him, feeling she wanted more, needed more cock and wondered if he was man enough for fourths. As soon as he finished thirds, he asked for something to drink.

  ‘Come on. We’ll go downstairs.’ She climbed off her bed and stepped into her bathroom, leaving the door open as she peed, realizing it was the first time in her life she’d done that in front of a man. It excited her, more so when he took his turn, the stream coming from his cock.

  She led the way, still naked down the back stairs to the kitchen for icy bottles of spring water. ‘You want something stronger?’

  He shook his head. ‘This is perfect.’

  It was so dark outside, Lucy looked out at the wind swaying the thick black branches of the oaks and whipping through the magnolias. Lightning danced above them, thunder rolled over them and the cold water soothed their parched throats.

  Lucy led the way to the front foyer and threw open the door, letting a fine mist of rain wash in on them. When Cal and Earl came out of the living room, Sal tapped Lucy’s shoulder and said, ‘Company.’

  Laughing, Lucy told him they’d seen her before. Another wave of passion rose in her and she reached over and grabbed Sal’s cock. He almost dropped his empty water bottle. She stroked his cock but there wasn’t much life in it. He kept glancing at the twins standing in the doorway to the study and seemed to watch them looking at Lucy.

  Maybe this’ll turn him on. Lucy handed Sal her empty bottle and walked languidly to Cal, her hips swaying slowly, the heat rising in her breast. Standing naked in front of her oldest friends, she rose on her toes, reached up and cupped Cal’s face in her hands to pull it down to hers. She kissed his full lips, felt his tongue probing her and she probed back. His hands cupped her ass as the kiss continued. When she pulled her mouth away, he let go of her ass after a forceful squeeze and said, ‘Oh, Lucy Lou.’

  She stepped over to Earl and kissed him as fiercely and he returned the kiss, cupping her ass as his twin had, pulling her tight. When she pulled away to catch her breath, she said, ‘OK, who’s going up to get the condoms?’

  Sal volunteered but Cal went instead, no
t saying he’d be faster, but letting his younger brother Earl go first with Lucy as she waltzed into the library, heading for one of the sofas. She turned with Earl right behind her and a naked Sal settling into one of the recliners. She reached for Earl’s belt buckle but he beat her to it and dropped his pants and jockeys to free the largest cock she’d ever seen, even in the few porno movies she’d checked out in college.

  Sticking straight up, it was so thick, it didn’t look real. Grabbing it, feeling its heat, the throb as the blood pumped in it, she knew it was real. She went down on her knees and kissed its swollen tip, licked it and wrapped her lips around it, getting the crown and only a little more in with her mouth wide open the cock was so thick. She moved her tongue around and Earl gasped and started pumping his hips. She opened her eyes and looked up at him and saw him looking down at her face as he fucked it.

  ‘I don’t … believe … this,’ he panted.

  Lucy spied Cal returning with a string of condoms he must have found in the open drawer next to her bed. He pulled off his clothes and stood with his enormous cock in hand, stroking it as he watched his brother with Lucy. She waved him over, took his cock in hand and jerked it. Pulling him closer, she took her mouth off Cal’s cock and said, ‘I always wanted to do this.’

  She drew the cocks together and licked both, kissed both and tried her best to put both in her mouth only they were too thick. With the twins on either side, she could see Sal in the easy chair with his cock in hand, stroking it as he watched. Maybe he was getting excited again.

  Earl pulled away and she settled on Cal’s cock, sucking it, licking it, giving him the best blow job she could muster. She felt Earl’s hands on her as he gently pulled her up and moved behind her.

  Doggie style. She continued sucking Cal as Earl positioned her, spreading her legs and working his cock against her pussy lips. Bobbing her head as she sucked, she reached down to guide Earl’s cock into her pussy and then went up on her toes as he worked it in, hitting places no other cock had ever reached, sending her through an immediate climax.