Delia Stevens stretched her arms straight up over her head and yawned like a warm delicious cat. Her widely spaced full breasts shook gently as she took a deep breath, stiffened her legs against the mattress and arched the sensuous body until the skin pulled tight over the voluptuous curves. The sheath mini-gown strained open fluttering back to the bed leaving behind a graceful curve of feminine beauty.
With a sigh, she collapsed softly back onto the bed, her hands slowly teasing through her hair, spreading the black soft mantle around the exotically attractive face.
The green eyes glinted into a smile as they turned down. Sex, she mused, pure unadulterated sex. I could get screwed from one end of New Orleans to the other and I bet I'd never have to repeat a man.
A little shiver of delight gnawed at her stomach as she remembered the men staring at her, their eyes always as hard as the bulges in their pants. And especially when she was on the beach in that tight little bikini that was nothing more than a thin strip of material the width of band aid and a paper thin G string. The goose pimples puckered the skin on her arms as she remembered the propositions from men who knew she was married. Always flattered but never unfaithful, she has played the game coyly never letting it get out of hand or into a situation she couldn't take care of....
The smile deepened. And all because she had a little hole between her legs. Her hands slid down over the smooth plane of her belly and teasingly rubbed her fingers in tight little circles in the hair of her cunt. With a deep almost guilty sigh of delight, she opened her legs making helpless the slit of her cunt before the prying fingers.
Delia felt herself blush warmly as her fingers opened the slit wide until she could see the clitoris, pink and soft ... and waiting. Almost fearfully, a red tipped finger stole into the moist crevisse.
She was no longer smiling but was staring fascinated as the blood red nail came down slowly and scraped against the nerve filled bud. A shock of pleasure shot through that made her hands shake. She stopped waiting for her hand to stop quivering and then flicked the finger again. A tingling started in her belly that made her breath in tight little gasps. Desperately she tore her hands away.
Oh God, she moaned, what the devil is the matter with me. If I don't get some sex from Matt, I'm going to go out of my mind. Tonight! When I get him in bed, I'm going to screw him until he'll never want to get out of bed!
Closing her eyes, she started to plan out a pagan orgy for her husband which in the back of her mind, she knew would never come off. In her strict mid western upbringing, men had sex with women, women just didn't do things to men. Not anything beyond the normal spreading of her legs when a man wanted it.
Her agonizing thoughts were broken by the ringing of the telephone. She rolled over on her side knowing it was her husband. A frustrated hiss slipped from behind her tight lips. She knew why he was calling. Another trip for a few weeks alone.
She picked up the bedside telephone.
"Hello Matt," she said without waiting to hear her husband's voice.
"How did you know it was me?"
"Who else but my sweet ever loving husband would be calling me so early in the morning."
She tried to hide the frustrating annoyance in her voice but she knew he'd heard it through the telephone.
"Pack some clothes for me Delia, I'm going away for a few weeks."
"Anyplace I would like to know," she said hinting.
"I'll send you a postcard. I'll be home in an hour."
The phone clicked dead.
Delia slowly dropped the receiver.
With who this time, she wondered. Matt couldn't be taking all these trips every month alone. He was too much of a man. He needed a woman. And all I can do is sit here and wait until he gets back never knowing from where.
Tears of pride and humiliation welled up in her eyes at the thought of being inadequate for a man, of not being able to satisfy him in bed enough to make him stay home.
What difference does it make who it is, she thought, it's another female with a hole just like I've got.
Damn ... damn ... damn ... angrily she slid off the bed and halfheartedly walked to the closet and began taking out clothes for him to take. Placing the three suiter on the bed, she quickly filled it and after locking the lid aimlessly wandered to the kitchen wondering now what she was going to do alone for the next few weeks.
Weeks! How many ... one ... two ... three ... No husband, no love, no sex and six months out of the year was too much. It was just too damned much and she was still young enough to enjoy a man.
Delia grimaced at the ironic advice her father had given her and which she still remembered as a sore point in her existence. You hold a man with a good body and a hot cunt. Anything else he can buy in a store.
Sure, all you needed was the chance to use the hot cunt. And then a thought invaded her mind which she refused to accept as being valid. Is it me. Have I changed over the years....
Stopping in front of the full length mirrored wall, the dark eyes slid over the naked image captured in the glass. The breasts were full and heavy, not soft but firm and pointed. She was hung right as she heard a man say admiringly. And the nipples rested on small mounds of soft flesh. Just the right size to fit into a man's mouth.
The thought sent a warm flush creeping across her face. Hurriedly she let her eyes move down as she felt the tingling beginning again in her groin. Her waist seemed small as her hips flared round and full over the long tapered legs. She turned slightly to look at her buttocks and slowly ran her hands over the soft resilient flesh.
No ... age hadn't caught up with her yet. All that tennis and swimming had kept her young beyond her 31 years. Her eyes moved again from the mound of the cunt to her breasts and up to her face. The eyes glinted in a smile of satisfaction.
"Delia, she said out loud into the room, you're still a good fuck."
At 10 o'clock she heard the front door open and close and knew her husband was home. Walking out the bedroom into the living room, she could see her husband hurriedly fixing a quick scotch behind the bar.
He looked up smiled at her and gestured play fully at her with the open end of the scotch bottle.
"You walk around that way Delia and you're gonna catch cold. Want one of these to keep warm."
"Sure make it a triple, I need a lot of warming."
Matt caught the look of disappointment on her face but he didn't have anytime to find out the details. Crossing the room, he handed her the glass and walked into the bedroom taking off his tie and shirt as he moved.
Delia leaned in the doorway watching, sipping the cold liquid.
"Want me to take you to the airport," she asked somehow feeling she'd like to be helpful like a good wife.
Matt slipped off his pants and shorts, rummaged in the linen closet for a towel and headed for the master bathroom.
"I've got Mike Harlan picking me up in an hour. In fact I told him to have Monica take care of you while I'm away."
"I'm pretty sure Mike would prefer to do that himself," she cracked crytically. . "What do you mean?"
"It's the way Mike always looks at me. Even with Monica in the room. I always feel as if I'm naked."
Delia felt herself turning red again as Matt's head suddenly popped out the door catching her by surprise.
"I've never heard you complain before ... You blush so nicely. A rare quality in a woman today."
The head disappeared and she heard his voice above the rush of the shower.
"Mike and Monica have agreed to keep you entertained till I get back."
Before she could say no, she heard the shower door close. A deep sense of foreboding invaded her mind which she couldn't understand and quickly pushed it out of her mind as a ray of hope lit up her eyes. Maybe if she got Matt into bed she could convince him to take her with him. She didn't want to be alone with Mike. She wanted her own husband.
The hope dimmed slightly as she suddenly remembered the other times she'd tried to insist on her law given rights as a wife.
A cold indifferent chasm had opened between them until he'd gotten her into bed. And then the gap was easily closed but not with a warm love she craved. His playing with her body had been deliberately cruel and calculating until he'd had her screaming in a wild helpless frenzy begging to be finished. She could never remember when it ended. Somewhere between her orgasms, night turned into morning but Matt was never there. It was as if she were a whore to be used when and where he wanted, completely dominated to a man's whims. And being a whore, the morning always found her alone and lonely.
Her lips clenched in a tight line of determination. She was going to drain him so dry, he wasn't going to have enough energy to even look at another woman for a week.
Hurrying across to the bed as the shower stopped running, she quickly stripped the gown away from her body and curled sensuously on the bed. She fixed a provocative smile on her lips just as her husband came in through the door rubbing the drops of water away with a large bath towel.
Matt glanced at her as he came in through the door and flipping the towel onto the bed, reached for his shorts.
"Matt," Delia spoke softly her voice as warm as honey, "Please Matt, don't get dressed ... not yet."
Matt scowled at his wife. She was like a woman walking on the edge of a chasm and he knew why. It wasn't out of love but out of fear he would take off with another female. And he resented it ... and he resented her constant nerve wracking suspicions.
He glanced at the clock. She had a half hour to have her kicks.
"Matt, I don't like an empty bed. Come over here...."
Matt walked toward her standing a foot away from the bed. And then sat down on the edge of the mattress as if he was giving himself running room to escape.
Delia's hands slid slowly over his chest, down over the hard muscled stomach into his crotch.
She took the heavy balls in her hands and tenderly rolled them between her fingers.
She looked deep into his eyes.
"They're too full to travel this way. I think they should be emptied a few times to make you more comfortable."
Matt didn't bother to answer knowing that Delia wasn't really listening to anything except the beating of her own heart transforming her fears into a hungry sexual excitement.
The fingers closed around the heavy soft prick and gently massaged the warm flesh. She rubbed softly at first and then harder and harder until she felt it throbbing in the palm of her hand.
Gently, Delia levered him back and he willingly let himself be obedient to her wishes. He lay on his back trying to be quiet as her lips moved wetly over his chest, nibbling teasingly over the nipples and with tiny sucking bites, down over his stomach.
Slowly and tantalizingly she ate her way to the base of his throbbing prick. Delia's eyes were glued to the living flesh as it pulsed warmly in front of her smoke filled eyes. She reached up and brushed her hair away so that he could watch her mouth on his cock.
Opening her mouth, she slowly lowered her head until her lips were just over the swollen knob. Sticking her tongue out, she swirled her tongue around until the hips began to grind from her maddening teasing.
Matt groaned as her hot breath seared the head of his prick twisting his guts tight with the agony of passion. He jerked his hips slightly trying to slip it into her open mouth. But Delia, feeling the muscles tense, moved her mouth tantalizingly away.
She looked up laughing and blew him an infuriating kiss.
"Ready darling," her passion filled voice like dripping honey.
And without waiting for an answer, knowing full well what he wanted, held the inflamed cock pointing straight up. Suddenly lowering her head, she took the throbbing flesh deep into the moist cavern of her mouth until she could feel the head filling the back of her throat. Her lips wrapped tight in a red fleshy ring as her head moved up and down trying to get the whole shaft into her mouth. Straining, she bent her throat as her lips formed a tight ring of torture. The suction was agonizing. He felt the corrugations of her palate rasping over the sensitive head, the wicked nip she gave him with her teeth on the out stroke and the hot caress of her tongue easing the sharp pain as it slid back into her throat made Matt jerk in grunting spasms.
He raised his head and looked down. Her heavy breasts bounced and weaved as her head sucked wildly on his trembling cock. She was making frantic little noises as the throbbing flesh swelled in her mouth, straining her lips open as far as she could stretch them.
Matt stared down at his wife's beautiful face, his cock spiralling up into her mouth. Why not, he thought grimly, why not let her eat it. In all the years they've been married, she's never had it in her mouth. She'd always managed having just enough sanity left to feel it coming and empty his balls into her cunt.
The novelty of the idea made him feel as if his balls would explode. No ... this time she was going to right in that pretty little mouth of hers.
Viciously he brought his hands up and drove his fingers into her hair. A surprised gasp burst from Delia's mouth as she felt the pressure on her scalp. In a vise like grip, he held her head still and jerking his hips in a steady rhythm, fucked deep into the straining throat until he heard her whimper. He sank it deep until he felt the moist lips searing the hot flesh around the base of his prick.
Delia put her hands on his thighs trying to push herself away. She writhed and twisted sensing that something had changed. And then in a quick panic, she understood. She wasn't sucking her husband! He was fucking in her mouth just as if it were a cunt. He was going to make her drink his sperm!!
The mere thought of it made her want to wretch but the swollen flesh in her mouth kept her from gagging.
She tried to pull her mouth away but the hands in her hair pulled her back harder. The massive cock seemed white hot in her mouth as it grew to its full size in her mouth. She could feel the rapid pulse against her tongue as the swollen flesh filled all the corners of her saliva filled mouth.
Delia moaned as she found herself submitting to the depraved demands on her mouth. Tears filled her eyes. She wanted to scream, to run out of the bedroom but she knew it was too late. She was amazed at the sudden urgency gripping her ... amazed to find that an exquisite compulsion was making her willingly surrender. She wanted to do it ... she wanted to taste a man coming in her mouth. A stunning wanton frenzy possessed her.
Now eager to please, she swirled her tongue around the head feeling every inch of the twitching cock in her mouth. She could hardly keep her breath as she sucked desperately trying to get more moisture into her mouth. She wanted him to come ... she wanted to feel the sperm fresh and hot in her mouth ... she wanted it ... wanted it....
Matt groaned at he felt the urgency starting in his balls. As the searing heat reached the tip of his cock, he jerked forward ramming the spurting prick deep into her throat, filling her mouth with more of the hot liquid. He held her head tight until he was sure every drop of the juice had been pumped into her mouth and swallowed down into her straining throat.
He relaxed momentarily letting her suck on the softening prick until he felt as if the sensitive head had been filled with hot needles. Slipping it limply from Delia's mouth, he rolled over on the bed taking Delia in his arms. He squeezed her tight, feeling the velvet smoothness of her body shivering against his hot skin. Slowly he caught his breath enjoying the confusion and passion in his wife's eyes.
For the first time in her life she was shocked ... and Delia was shocked. And even more. She was amazingly confused that her own husband could rape her in this lewd way and that she would find herself wishing he would do it again. The velvet smoothness of the prick, wickedly alive in her mouth excited her ... excited her beyond anything she'd ever imagined it would be like. And the hot juice pouring into her mouth....
There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind that all she represented to Matt was a beautiful body on which to practice sex, a figurine always available to be fucked. A wife in a whore's paradise.
Matt was smiling as he watched the vulnerable but beautiful body, stretched out limply beginning to squirm at the rising heat between her legs. He was rubbing his finger up and down in the slit of her vagina as slowly as possible, teasing the throbbing clitoris until her breath was coming faster as the soft yielding flesh of her belly rolled crazily. A tremor ran through her body as he put his lips on her right breast biting at the tender nipple until the warm intimate flesh was flaming hot in his mouth. And then a gentle writhing started in her body as the excitement in her breast inflamed her as much as the fingers caressing her cunt.
Delia moaned wanting to tear the breast out of his mouth ... to stop the torturing of her nipple. Instead with a deep moan, she forced the soft flesh deeper in his mouth and reached down between Matt's thighs for his prick.
To her surprise, she found his cock already hard and thick, pulsing excitedly against the palm of her hand. Wrapping her fingers tight around the stiffened prick, she slowly at first, slid her hand up and down the full length of the hardened flesh and then harder and harder until it was jerking hotlly against her palms and small gasps of pleasure poured out of his lips.
Delia opened her eyes heavy lidded with passion. She put her finger over the tiny opening in the swollen head and deliberately worked it over and over the same tender spot. She felt Matt shudder with the pleasure of the exquisite torment.
A smile of triumph glinted in her lust filled eyes as she watched his face contort as her fingers played tormentingly with his prick. All you needed was a beautiful body and a hole....
"Fuck me darling," she whispered, her breath tight in her throat, "Fuck me now ... now ... now....
Matt, the teasing fingers almost driving him insane with lust, didn't need any further urging. Grabbing the breasts hard in his fingers, he pulled until Delia's body was on top of his, her legs wide straddling his hips. The wet lips of her cunt flowered open above the head of his prick.
She was eager for it and her groans were sweet agony now. Her fingers quickly found the prick and rubbed it slowly along the open pink slit until the swollen tip was tight in the quivering wet hole.
Matt stared at the beautiful body waiting to be fucked then with a hungry groan, clamped his fingers firmly into the full cheeks of her ass and rammed her body down. The swollen prick disappeared with a wet sucking noise shafting deep into her squirming belly.
Delia groaned. Her body tightened into an arch at the initial shock of the hardened flesh splitting the walls of her vagina. Her whole body writhed under the rising heat of the delirious sensations.
Raising up under the pressure of his fingers, the glistening prick slid out until the ridged head caught at the edge of the tight straining lips of her cunt. Her face contorted in passion, her mouth working, nostrils flared open as her breath caught in her throat waiting for the next stroke into her body.
Matt felt the smooth raw flesh of her vagina clasping tight around the tip of his prick, holding him, nibbling in tiny little pulses until his balls felt on fire. He grabbed one of the nipples with his mouth, his lips tight around the soft flesh. His tongue rasped at the tender tip until she was whimpering from the intense sensations swelling her breasts.
Then without warning, holding the nipple tight between his teeth, he pushed down against her hips. She screamed as the sensations from his cock in her cunt tore through sending her into spasms of ecstasy. And then she whimpered in surprise at the sudden pain. Her breasts was stretched tight from the nipple still caught between his teeth. Without thinking, she leaned forward to relieve the pressure but before the prick could slip out from between her open thighs completely, his hands rammed her down hard again.
Delia lost track of everything except the excruciating pleasure as she rocked back and forth driving him in deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of her ass.
Her body was hot and her head twisted from side to side as she rode the prick like an animal wild in heat. She drove her hips down, screwing every inch of the prick into her cunt and then ground her hips routing the swollen head around and around deep in her screaming belly.
Matt gasped and quivered as he fucked into her. A fierce heat flared through him in burning gusts as his cock slid in and out of the sucking hole in her vagina. He felt the eruption starting deep down in his groin and knew he about finished.
And Delia knew it too. She could feel the prick swelling, straining the moist walls of her cunt tight around the pulsing flesh.
She begged gasping. "Not yet ... wait for me ... wait for me ... me...."
Her legs split wider as she humped and writhed driving her hips in an insatiable frenzy.
"Now ... now ... NOW!! Harder ... fuck me harder...."
Her breath caught in her throat as the first convulsion wracked through her body. And then it exploded out of her mouth in a long sigh as the second and third jerked her body crazily.
Matt looked down to where her warm juices were pouring out of her body covering his belly with a wet pool. Her clitoris was standing up hard, throbbing with each stroke of his prick. Scratching it with his fingernail in rhythm to the fucking of her cunt, a deep throated groan tore out of her mouth as her body vibrated uncontrollably reaching rapidly for another orgasm. She cried out incoherently as the hot walls of her sucked desperately at his throbbing cock.
"Oh Matt ... Matt ... I've never felt it like this before ... never ... never...."
She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips savagely against the cock searing up into her vagina. A whimper tore from her mouth as she felt the sudden wild jerking deep in her womb. She held her breath waiting for the first warm glow and then it was there. Hot jets squirted into her writhing belly jerking her body crazily as each spurt seared the sensitive walls of her womb.
It was driving her out of her mind.
She couldn't stop.
She fucked desperately not wanting the cock alive in her belly to become soft ... Not yet ... not yet ... not yet ... NOT!!
Delia's mouth opened slowly, her eyes bulged.
Her body shivered frantically for a moment and the spasm ripped through her like a hot whip, shaking her body helplessly. She screamed as her body writhed in an untamed fury for what seemed to last for minutes. Then with a deep exhausted sigh, she collapsed across her husband's body.
CHAPTER 2
Delia opened her eyes and frowned in disappointment. Matt was already dressed and almost ready to leave. He turned toward her as she sat up and leaned weakly back against the headboard.
"It's a good thing your daughter didn't see you fucking like that. She might think you like it."
"Stop it Matt," she answered annoyed that he could even think of such a thing. "She's only fifteen."
"What does that prove," he said grinning down at her, "at 16 you was already married and fucking like a hot bitch in heat. In fact I can't remember anytime when you weren't to crawl into bed."
She smiled weakly ignoring his use of vulgarity. She had never been able to figure out whether he did it deliberately to tease or purposely to annoy her for his own sadistic pleasure. She could never remember him being anything but a gentleman in their whirlwind engagement of one week and six nights in bed. She pushed the thought quickly out of mind. She had never been able to accept the fact that Matt had married her for only one reason ... sex. And yet it gnawed insidiously at her pride.
"I can't help it if I need a man. Matt...."
Delia braced herself for what she knew was coming.
"Matt, I don't want to stay here by myself. I want to go with you."
He looked at her coldly for a moment and then took a light top coat out of the closet.
"You'll keep till I get back."
"Why can't you take me with you In the two years we've been married I don't know anymore about you then you're good in bed. I don't even know what business your in. I feel like a private whore just waiting for you to come home."
"Maybe I prefer a woman in bed and not mixed up in business. Especially in my business. You just be around when I want you."
"No Matt," she retorted sharply for the first time feeling her courage in facing up to her husband, "I can't accept that anymore. I want to be part of whatever you're doing!"
Matt stared at Delia. Slowly his eyes moved over the still naked body. They stopped at the hair lined pink cunt still throbbing and wet, the smooth white belly still quivering gently to the full round breasts and slowly up to her face.
Delia felt a twinge of fear. The face was twisted in a scowl she had never seen before. It wasn't anger, not in the usual way. That she would have been able to recognize and already knew how to cope with ... but there was a brittle hardness in his eyes, as if the light had suddenly gone out.
"Alright Delia," he said abruptly, catching her completely by surprise. "While I'm away, I'll make the arrangements for you to learn about my business. After that they're will be trips for you to go on."
Delia shivered and then breathed a deep sigh of relief as she watched her husband pick up the suitcase and without a backward glance, walk out the door. A flicker of triumph glinted in her eyes as she heard the front door open and close. It had taken her two years but finally she was going to have something more with her husband than just a bed.
And then she shivered again only the fear had been replaced with an urge still simmering in her body. She wasn't finished, she wanted to come again and she felt the urgency begin to flame into a definite need.
Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mind she let her hands move down over her swollen breasts, across the velvet softness of her belly coming to rest on either side of her cunt. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment the warm fullness of her thighs and then teasingly as if her fingers were a man's, spread open the swollen wet lips.
She sighed as a finger slid in, found the clitoris waiting and began to circle the quivering but spreading the mixed juices in a slow exciting caress. She groaned from between her clenched teeth as the probing finger slid its way up and down the wet slit and then as if drawn by a magnet, felt its way to the open waiting hole. Her thighs pulled up and split wide her squirming crotch to her fingers. She pinched the tender hole with her fingernails enjoying the sharp exciting pain as her muscles quivered. And then with a deep convulsive groan, her hips jerked up, jamming the fingers in deep. Her thighs jerked from the shock and spread crab-like, her knees pressed tight against the bed as she finger fucked herself with a desperate hunger.
Delia writhed and twisted, her hips pumping in time to the fingers plunging in and out of the dripping cunt hole. The cords of her neck stood out as a shuddering gasp ripped out of her. The bed springs squealed as the white body lashed and bucked under its own torment. She couldn't lay still ... she was just on the edge ... just on the tip ... all she had to do was push a little harder ... a little harder....
Her fingers twisted desperately deep into her belly.
"Oh God," she moaned into the empty room, "I've got to come ... got to ... got ... to ... come!"
Her knees jerked up mashing against her dancing breasts. She groaned at the sudden shock of her burning nipples grinding sensitively against the rigid muscles. She rammed her knees back hard enjoying the obscene pain as it spilled down into her convulsing womb. Wet sucking noises filled the room as her body fucked faster on the glistening fingers.
"Oh God ... I need something to set me off ... I need something ... I've got to come ... got to ... got ... to!!"
Desperately she searched the crack between her trembling cheeks. She found the tiny ass hole hiding underneath the flood of cunt juice. Spreading the puckered hole with her fingers, she set the middle one just at the edge. She teased it around in the juice for a moment and then snapped her knees up hard spiralling her finger deep into her hot squirming ass.
Delia's head whipped loosely as she fucked herself as if it was going to be her last time. As if she were going to die. And then with an almost groan of relief, she felt it coming. From somewhere deep in her screaming belly she felt it building, searing her nerves raw.
Her buttocks began to tighten. The muscles in her belly grabbed at the driving fingers as the erotic sensations racked through her.
She choked as the first spasm hit her. Her body curled into a tight quivering ball as she gagged fighting for breath. She screamed as her squirming belly sucked in and then exploded out as the orgasm whipped her helplessly against the bed.
Delia shivered with a deep trembling sigh as she felt it finish, and let her hands slip wetly from between her thighs. She lay still, her mind focused on the satisfying warmth invading her body, of the pleasure she had given herself. It felt so good and yet I shouldn't have, she thought guiltily. A grown woman masturbating as if she were a little school girl.
She breathed a long sigh of relief and rolling over on the bed buried her face into the softness of the pillow.
Quickly she fell into an exhausted sleep....
Marnie didn't know what made her open her eyes. She glanced toward the open window but the sun shining through the slit of the closed draperies wasn't anywhere near the bed. Her ears strained for some hidden noise and then she heard it. A muffled scream coming through the walls as if someone was in agony. Or was it agony. It was a sound she hadn't heard before and she couldn't make up her mind. A twinge of fear played across her nerves as in the panic of her teen age mind, she imagined the worst. Someone was being tortured on the bed.
Leaping out of the bed, she hurried out of the room toward the open door from which the sounds of slapping flesh and moans were filling the hallway. She was sure somebody was being beaten. Nobody could possibly make sounds like that unless they were in agony.
Marnie started to rush into the room and stopped in a surprised shock. She stood transfixed, her eyes staring, her mind whirling in disbelief. Her heart pounded in her throat as her body started to shake uncontrollably.
From where she stood she could see her mother's buttock's, white and round, the flesh straining to escape her father's squeezing fingers. And in between her pink open cunt stretched tight around a large prick that was making her face contort in some sort of a sweet agony every time it plunged into her body. She could see the cunt hole throbbing crazily as the glistening cock slid in and out of the wet pink slit, jerking her mother's belly as it disappeared into her body with a wet sucking sound.
Marnie stared. She couldn't move. The shock was too much for her young mind. Her eyes were glued to the hard shaft of flesh.
How could her mother take all of it into her. It was so big she thought amazedly. It must be hurting her. It had to be. That's why she's crying and screaming that way.
Fascinated, she watched feeling sensations she had never known before rippling through her body making her warm. Sweat poured from the pores of her body, the sounds of fucking searing into her brain like a living furnace.
Marnie felt her belly begin to tremble and put her hands under her skimpy shorts pressing her fingers hard into the soft yielding flesh trying to quiet the fluttering muscles. Instead, the heat leaped higher at the caressing touch of her smooth hands. Her mouth clenched tight locking in her throat the quick little moan of shocked surprise.
Oh God, it feels so good ... sooooooo good. She dug her fingers in a little tighter and then let her hands move fearfully down. She couldn't help herself. Her body felt so strange, somehow so different. Her fingers found the slit and hesitantly opened the virgin lips. A finger curiously moved into the pink slit. Her eyes popped open.
I'm wet! I'm dripping wet! Why ... why ... WHY!!
Confused, Marnie, her body shaking, turned quietly and ran noiselessly back to her own room. Closing the door, she leaped for the bed pulling the covers over her head trying to lock out the dull sounds now echoing louder against her sensitive ears. Her eyes squeezed tight shut trying to lock out of her mind the obscene exciting fucking she had just witnessed.
Oh God, I can't make it stop....I can't make it stop, she moaned. What is the matter with me. I feel so warm and my belly....
She tried to analyze the sensations but found nothing in her young tender years with which to compare the exciting quivering low in her belly.
A tiny spark ignited between her legs. Desperately she kicked the covers off and lay spread eagled on the bed hoping the breeze drifting past the draperies would cool her off.
But it didn't help. It seemed to be making her only warmer as it passed Over her flushed skin.
Her eyes turned down curiously looking at her body, wondering what was happening to her. The green eyes stared at pink nipples in wide eyed amazement. Her nipples, they were no longer soft and relaxed. They were wrinkled and hard, standing up, the skin a flushed warm pink.
Excitedly she felt the urge to touch them. Her fingers clenched at the sheets of the bed as her mind fought against the creeping insidious desire.
No, she argues guiltily with herself, it's not right. You just don't play with yourself. The next thing you'll be letting all the guys in school feel you up."
But the thought of the boys worked just the opposite to what she hoped. Instead of shocking her conscience, it only made her body shudder as the vision of her father and mother filtered into her mind. Only this time she was mounted over some faceless boy and it was her cunt sliding up and down a rigid prick.
Marnie groaned as her hands leaped to her breasts. She shivered as her fingers clutched at the full mounds and rolled them wildly until she felt them strangely swollen and sensitive against the palms of her hands.
She could never remember when they'd been so full and so warm before. Curiously, she caught the puckered nipples and rolled them slowly tightening her fingers gradually until the tiny stinging pain was making her squirm gently.
Her breath beat in her throat as she tortured her nipples until the pain was rolling in hot delicious waves down into her squirming belly.
Marnie stared wide eyes up at the ceiling.
What do I do now ... what do I do now ... I can't stop ... I can't! A moan whispered out of her lips How do I make the burning stop! How! What do I do!!
Instinctively, she found her own answer. Her hands crawled down over her trembling body. Her legs opened wide as the fingers spread the cunt lips wide open. A finger touched the clitoris and caressed the tip in tight little circles.
Marnie gasped, her body shuddering. Slowly her knees pulled up and back until they were touching her breasts and she could see her cunt between the mounds of her shaking breasts. Fascinated, she watched the clitoris jumping with each teasing caress and pushed another finger in hoping it would double the intense pleasures she was feeling.
She felt her heart pounding as she looked at the tiny hole just beyond her fingers. A shiver ran up her spine into her passion whirling mind as she imagined a hard prick slowly thrusting in ... and in ... and in....
Marnie pulled her knees back tight raising her cunt up even higher. Stiffening two fingers, she set them just over the quivering hole.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and she could feel her heart pounding crazily under her breasts. This was going to be the first time anything had ever entered her body. She half closed her eyes wondering what it was going to be like and then slowly lowered her hand.
A moaning shock slipped out of her mouth as the fingers touched the quivering hole, forced the elastic lips apart and eased down into the moist warm cavern. In her mind she tried desperately to separate each sensation but it all whirled together as desire in her tormented vagina climbed wildly to the breaking point.
Tight little whimpers broke from her lips as she rotated her fingers stretching the tight virgin hole. She punished her flesh until she felt the muscles tiredly relax, the exciting pain driving her almost out of her mind.
Then driving her fingers in she groaned as her fingernails scraped the thin membrane of her cherry. She shuddered at the exquisite pain knowing somehow beyond lay the wonderful exquisite sensations, hotter and more exciting than even what she was feeling right now.
Indecision tore at her conscience. All she had to do was push a little harder ... a little harder....
Marnie shuddered grabbing for the little sanity left in her mind. No ... she was going to be a virgin when she was married ... she was going to be a virgin ... a virgin....
The thought drummed into her mind until the fingers eased out a bit and then began to work furiously in and out of her cunt as her mind relaxed to the erotic passions bubbling hotly in her belly.
She was panting desperately as the sensations of a first orgasm began building in her body. Her hips jerked violently under the rhythmic stabbing of her fingers. Tiny crazy whimpers purred from her mouth as waves of hot desire ripped through her body.
In her mind she could see a large prick between her thighs, splitting her, raping away her virginity, filling her belly full of hot delicious juice.
Words bubbled from her mouth into the empty room.
I want it ... I want it in me ... Ohhhhhh ... I want to be fucked ... I'm so hot ... so hot....
Her face slowly flushed a deep straining red as her breath started to jerk out of her throat to the rolling spasms in her squirming belly. The young body twisted wildly at the end of the fucking fingers trying to explode the hot burning juices out of her cunt.
Marnie felt as if her insides were tearing loose. Desire and lust tore at her mind to tear through her cherry, to discover those exquisite sensations that lay deep up inside her womb. Her fingers probed deeper and deeper....
But she couldn't ... she couldn't force her fingers to tear away the thin tissues of her cherry. What ever sane guardian lay deep in her subconscious, it prevented her fingers from making her into a woman.
And then she cried out with a blind unknown fear of what was happening inside of her. She choked and choked again. Her shivering body tensed and then rocked in a wild frenzy as whimpering screams poured out of her mouth. Her soft white belly sucked in hard against her spine and with a lust filled explosion, heaved out. She writhed in complete and utter abandonment savoring the sensations of her first orgasm as the hot love juice poured from deep inside of her.
Her mouth hung open trying to breathe as wave after wave ripped through her jerking her insanely against the bed.
And then slowly her body straightened into a tense quivering arc. Her eyes bulged sightlessly at the ceiling. Her belly was a quivering white dome of distended flesh. Marnie felt as if all the hot sensations of pleasure had suddenly collected in one spot in her grinding belly. Her breath jerked out of her throat as the agonizing spasms rolled crazily in her body.
Unbelieving she screamed, "AAAAArrrrgggg hhhhhh" as the muscles in her stomach and belly contracted. It curled her into a tight shuddering ball lashing through her like a hot whip. She screamed at the top of her lungs never wanting it to stop and then with a whimpering groan collapsed almost senseless on the bed.
She lay almost completely still and let out a long sigh of relief and gently withdrew her fingers from the depths of her vagina. The lips closed silently together as her love juices continued to seep out of the pink slit down over the cheeks of her buttocks.
She closed her eyes basking in the delicious sensations of her orgasms. Her mind dwelled on each tiny quiver wanting to remember it forever. So this is what it's like, she thought wondorously at the pleasures and ecstasy held captive in her body. This is what her mother felt ... why she was screaming ... why she had screamed.
Marnie closed her eyes letting her fingers rest intimately on the soft wet mound of her vagina until the quivering in her body had almost completely stopped.
Hesitantly she got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom still in a sex satisfied daze. Turning on the shower, she slipped off her scanty pajamas and looked at herself in the mirror.
Dark green eyes stared back at her glinting with admiration as if recognizing for the first time, the young fully curved body was that of a woman. Her hands reached up and cupped the soft mounds of her breasts, the fingers caressing the flesh lightly until the nipples started to pucker.
With a soft excited laugh, Marnie pulled her hands away.
"Marnie Stevens, you'd better cut that out. You're acting like a hopped up nympho. You've got a lot of screwing to do in your lifetime but not as a little tramp. All you need is a man like your stepfather.
The image of the red swollen cock screwing into her mother's cunt leaped into her mind. But the woman was no longer her mother. It was a female ... any female satisfying a man....
With a trembling guilty sigh, she stepped into the spray of the warm water. It felt good as it beat against her sensitive skin rolling refreshingly down her lithe body. She straightened a little and looked at herself in the glass of the shower doors. A smile played on her lips as she ran her hands over the high firm mounds of her breasts, down over the velvet smooth belly and teased lightly in the silken hairs of her cunt. Her arms pressed together until they jutted out in front of her. She held them under the stinging spray until the creamy white skin took on a glow of blushing pink.
She sighed at the erotic pleasure and leaned back, pushing her hips forward so that the shower played on her belly. She opened the lips of her cunt with her fingers enjoying the sensation of the water pouring warmly into the still sensitive pink slit.
Her lips opened in a breathless laugh. If the guys at the school could only see her now. It would be the biggest shock of their lives to see the 'virgins delight' playing with herself and enjoying it.
And all those frat parties she'd missed when the boys found out necking and petting were strictly off limits. She was a date for fun and games but not for the kind they had in mind. She remembered all the Saturday nights she had spent home alone watching television. After a few weeks, they just stopped asking her for anything outside of school. There were nights when she cried out her frustrations into the softness of her pillow but determinedly she'd held on to her resolutions.
Nobody but her husband ... nobody ... nobody ... NOBODY!!
The word school erupted into her mind. With one fluid motion, she twisted the handle shutting off the water and slid open the shower door. Grabbing the towel off the rack, she ran into the bedroom, drying herself as she scrambled for her clothes. Everything was forgotten except the urgency of time. There was less then a half hour to dress and walk the ten blocks. She estimated quickly in her mind, she'd practically have to run the whole way.
In a frenzied hurry, she stepped into her panties, wiggling her hips from side to side, sliding the sheer nylon up over her still damp thighs. Her fingers tugged at the elastic until they were snugged tight around the round cheeks of her buttocks and over the mound of her cunt. The tightness of the flimsy material split the full lips along the length of the slit and rubbed against her clitoris as she leaned over to pick up her bra. A frown creased her pretty face at the tiny shock and she forced her mind to concentrate on the simple act of getting dressed.
Holding her bra up, the frown deepened. As if for the first time she noticed it was just two thin strips of material with two small cups in front. Slowly she put it on and locked the clip in front staring at herself in the mirror.
Her breasts were raised high and full overflowing the small cups. The pink nipples were exposed, naked.
God she thought, I'm practically naked. No wonder all the guys have been trying to jump me.
In Marnie's innocent mind, for the first time, sex and her body blended into one thought. Not only was she pretty but her body was sensuously provocative.
A moment of indecision flickered through her mind and then she quickly slipped into her blouse and mini skirt. It was only another school day, she rationalized, so why change now. Nothing ever happened anyway.
Marnie checked herself in the mirror. Her eyes opened slowly in amazement. For some reason she looked different. Something had changed but what eluded her mind. She studied the dark waves hanging around her shoulders, the full red lips, the breasts high and firm only now she noticed the nipples imprinted against the soft material. And the short mini skirt. It clung tight to the cheeks of her buttocks and was more then half way up her tanned rounded thighs. Her eyes stared at the slight creases in the front of her skirt where her thighs were joined to her hips.
With a sudden awareness she realized she could almost see the lips of her vagina. If her skirt was an inch shorter....
And then a thrill shot through her as she sought and found the incredulous answer. Somewhere in the past minutes she had grown up. She was becoming a woman but she wondered, what had started the transformation.
And then she blushed as she remembered the one experience she'd never had before. She was enthralled at her new awakening and slowly turned away and walked out of the room.
She didn't dare to look again through the still open doorway and called back over her shoulder as she started to run down the hallway.
"Mom, I'm late! See you later! and without waiting for an answer raced out the front door....
CHAPTER 3
The room was large, the French doors leading out onto the balcony extending up more than ten feet of the high paneled walls. In the center of the room a crystal chandelier cast a warm glow over the two Venetian carved sofas set side by side in a gold brocade. The room was decorated in the fashion of the French with overstuffed chairs and love seats scattered in intimately around the room. Yet there was an undercurrent in the room as if the whole design had been done with something more pleasureable in mind.
Monica opened the French doors and looked down over the edge of the balcony. The smell of camellias and roses came up out of the courtyard. She glanced at the oak door set protectively into the high stone wall. There was no way in except through that door and that was with invitation only.
Laughter drifted up out of the yard and she looked to where several incredibly beautiful girls lounged in the shade of the trees. Their white bodies gleamed amongst the reds, browns, and greens of the garden.
She checked quickly making sure each of the girls were out of the sun. The rule of the house was no sunburns. Customers liked their woman white and innocent looking like young virgins. Anyone caught with even a pink glow on their bodies was punished. A smile played across the attractive face. She had made the rule and she had enforced it any number of times. And it always happened when new girls were brought in and she found one of particular interest. The blue eyes glinted in delight and excitement at the memories.
And soon, she mused, there were going to be a few more.
The smile widened caustically as she thought of her snobbish neighbors across the city who knew her as a charming matron of society. Her parties were always the most lavished and the invitations the most sought after. To be invited to a Monica Bradford party was to be definitely on the 'IN' with those who really counted.
If they only knew she ran the most expensive whore house in the French Quarter, they'd fall out of their beds from the shock. An idea intrigued her. Maybe one day she'll bring them all down and let them play switch. Some of those overstuffed females could sure use something up their cunts and she laughed at the picture of all those flabby bodies and bald heads squirming all over the floor. They'd probably go out of their minds for the first time in their lives.
Monica closed the door and turned around with the sensuous grace of a cat as she heard some body enter the room. She didn't say anything as she watched the large muscular body of Mike Carlson walking towards her. The rugged tanned face grinning at her had always excited her and the appreciative glint in his eyes was doing it to her now. For the past five years since she'd first met him at one of her parties, she'd managed to keep him as a friend and not a bed mate. Although she knew, one day he would get her into bed.
Mike had the patience and handsome charm that was devastating to females. She'd seen too many 'unyielding frigid females' at her parties literally drag him through the bedroom doors. And the thought of another female screaming at the end of his prick only increased her desire to make love to him. But as he lived by one credo, every beautiful woman was made to be fucked, she had learned to live by another. Never mix pleasure with business.
Monica posed motionless, trying to assume an air of authority with being feminine as she saw his eyes stripping away her clothes. Her heart skipped a beat as a slight bulge appeared in the front of his pants. A slight shiver rippled up her back she wondered for a moment what it would be like to finally go to bed with him. How many ways did he know to satisfy her....
Monica jerked her eyes back to the grinning face slightly amazed at herself. This was the first time she'd let herself slip. You might be running a whorehouse, she chastised herself mentally, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one. You've got a job for him now get it over with and throw him out.
Mike let his eyes roam freely and dropped into a chair stretching his feet out comfortably without taking his eyes away.
"Monica, you're still a beautiful piece of ass," a twinge of admiration in his voice.
"When are you going to stop trying," she snapped back trying to carry off the air of indifference.
"Right after you give me a drink and I fuck you. Those gals downstairs are pretty but I think you're a hotter piece and you need a good one."
"And you think you're the one," she cracked nastily trying to smash that irritating ego.
Mike laughed with an irritating possessiveness that made her glare angrily. His eyes drilled into hers as he took the glass out of her hand and she sat down opposite him.
"Honey, I'm going to make you scream for more and I don't think it's going to take too much longer."
"You can go to hell," but Monica's tone had changed. The hell was said softly as if she were agreeing. Perhaps one day....
Monica relaxed smiling provocatively. She needed Mike to do a job and this was not time to start anything she couldn't easily handle herself.
Mike sipped his drink and caught the expression on the beautiful face softening. There was something she wanted but what. Money and contacts went with the business. Protection, he gave up the brass knuckles a long time ago. So if she didn't want to get screwed, why the hurry up get down here call. He toyed curiously with his thoughts behind a poker face waiting for Monica to say something. He had time ... lots of time for anything....
"Do you know Matt Stevens," she suddenly asked matter-of-factly.
"Who doesn't. He's a hot shot lawyer and your next door neighbor."
"He has a beautiful wife Delia and a daughter Marnie. I'm putting on a mother and daughter act. I want you to break them both down and bring them here."
"What's in it for me."
"Ten Grand," she said quickly hoping the money would be all he wanted.
Mike sensed there was more to the game then he was being told. He took a long slow drink letting the tension build up. There was no doubt in his mind, Monica was holding back.
"That's a lot of lettuce for a couple of females to fuck at one of your parties. You could buy a whole Broadway act for that . ... Now what's the rest of it," his voice suddenly brittle. "You called, I didn't. I like to know what I'm getting into."
He stared at her coldly hoping to shake the Mona Lisa calm and knew he'd succeeded when her breasts quivered as she took a deep breath.
"$10,000 and no questions. This is a job you should enjoy and you can do it anyway you like. You're even getting a little virgin thrown in for good luck."
Mike laughed softly, the sound like a cold wind to Monica. He was beginning to enjoy the game and he also sensed an opportunity. Maybe it wasn't going to be so far off before he'd be fucking this broad after all. And then he decided to go all the way. If he was wrong, he still had a free drink.
Sitting up, he leaned over and gripped Monica's arms pulling her up out of the chair. And she let herself rise realizing that somewhere in the past minutes, she'd lost control of the situation. But things had gone too far to turn back. The job had to be done and Mike was the only one she could count on with balls big enough to do the job and do it right. She had to go all the way if it became necessary.
Mike smiled as he held her in his lap letting his hands run fleshy curves of her body. He squeezed the round cheeks of her ass intimately now a man sure of himself. Sure that he could fuck this woman any way he wanted and she wouldn't stop him.
Monica sat looking at him. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands tight as she felt him unfastening the back of her dress and let it fall off her shoulders. She exhaled slowly as his hands dipped into the front of her bra lifting out her heavy full breasts. The nipples puckered slowly as she felt the intense heat of his eyes staring at the soft white flesh. She could feel the cock throbbing against the cheeks of her ass. His body was warm. A fire was building down between his legs that was burning through her dress into her body. She felt her juices begin to flow in her vagina as his fingers lightly traced the full curves of her flesh.
"Let me go Mike. I'm not one of the girl's downstairs. You know I don't go for this," she said as she tried to faintly struggle out of his arms.
He held her close and laid her back until she was almost lying flat in his arms.
"Stop playing Monica. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore. "And by the way," he continued grinning lewdly "You got yourself a deal."
"Alright but before we sign the contract, let me lock the door." she sighed feeling the anticipation beginning to build in her body. He grinned down at her with a hot sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he liked his woman. Especially this one. Layed out and waiting. Squeezing her breasts he watched for the first signs of pain to start in her eyes and then slowly opened his fingers. She opened her mouth and sighed in relief as the agony slowly turned into a dull throbbing.
Mike could feel his heart pounding and the bulge in his pants getting bigger and harder. He gloated silently to himself. Here she was, the untouchable Monica laying in his arms asking permission to lock the door so she could get fucked. His prick jerked as he thought of ramming it deep into her cunt.
"Alright Baby, but don't take too long. I want you spread out where I can see that little box of yours and I don't want to waste any time."
Monica nodded and swung her feet to the floor. She stared straight ahead feeling his eyes travelling over her body. She tried to stop thinking as she turned the key in the lock and turned back into the room . ... and stopped in surprise.
In the few moments it had taken to cross the room, Mike had stripped almost naked. He grinned at her hungrily as he tugged his shorts off and dropped them on the floor. And then he just stood there, his legs spread apart, letting her take a good look at the prick that was going to fuck her.
She looked at his naked body and his cock begining to throb with desire. Oh no, she thought, not like this. She just wasn't some whore off the street. She tried to think of something to say but she knew he had the upper hand and nothing she could say would change his mind. He was going to fuck her. He'd waited too long for the chance to give it up now.
The arrogant smirk on his face made her angry. He was so damned sure of himself. Her heart started to pound as she watched his fingers curl around his cock and pointing it at her, slowly begin to stroke it. The head grew in her eyes, hot and red.
For the first time in her life, Monica knew fear. There was a cold sadism about the man she'd never known before. He was no longer the gay carefree gigilo he played at her parties. She was terrified of the cold contemptuous grin on his face. He wanted to rape her and humiliate her. He wanted to make her feel like a whore and now that he had the upper hand, she would have to do whatever he asked of her.
Her eyes stayed glued to the glistening prick as his fingers rubbed it suggestively. No ... not this way. She wouldn't let him take her cold. Completely cold she'd be no better then a common whore. If he wanted her, he'd have to make her want it, make her feel everything....
"Well what are you waiting for," he snarled eagerly at her," My prick is big but it won't stretch across the room."
The woman took a deep breath and pulling her shoulders back, started to walk towards him.
"No Monica. Do a strip and make it good. I want to see that body of yours."
His eyes burned into her brain. His grin infuriated her. She wanted to beat that handsome face and end her torment but instead she moved slave like to obey his command.
She leaned forward slightly and let the all ready unzipped dress slip to the floor. Unhooking her bras, she shrugged her shoulders letting it fall on top of her dress.
An uncontrollable ache throbbed through his hard prick as he stared at the firm roundness of the naked breasts. They swayed heavily pulling the skin taut as she balanced on one foot and then the other kicking her shoes off. She stood naked except for the black silk panties and she took them off easily. Turning her back to him, exposing the full round cheeks of her soft white ass, the sheer nylon whispered obscenely down over the hips and thighs.
Mikes prick jerked hotly as she turned back and dropped the flimsy panties onto the pile. The sight of the beautiful naked body was driving him wild. His eyes glowed from the lust building in his mind.
As he walked towards her, she took a few steps in his direction. A red flush spread over her cheeks as she felt her nipples rise in an erection. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each step and as Mike drew near, she stopped spreading her thighs.
As Mike's arms went around her hungrily, she ground her hips up against his groin until her cunt lips opened around his throbbing cock. And then slowly writhing masterbated on the hardened flesh. Little mewling sounds slipped out of her lips as her mouth nipped and sucked at the side of his threat. Breathing heavily, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and twisted the flesh until the tiny whimpers turned into deep throated groans. Still not satisfied, he freed one hand and slipped it up between their bodies. His fingers closed over the tip of Monica's breast and pinched her right nipple. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the sudden unexpected pain.
He laughed at her surprised look and squeezed harder until she was squirming hard against his body. Mike felt his body shiver as her soft breasts flattened against his chest. The nipple hardened between his fingers and he rolled it until he heard the strangled groans pouring from her mouth, each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of the other.
"Wait Mike....please wait," she moaned as if out of breath. Her head dropped back for a moment and he let go of her nipple.
She took a deep breath as the angry pain suddenly subsided into a dull throbbing.
"How are you going to do it?"
"How am I going to do what," not sure of what she was talking about and not particularly caring. He was hot to fuck and not have conversation.
"How are you going to take care of Delia for me," she asked whispering the question trying to catch her breath. And then she moaned loudly before he could answer. The swollen prick was still probing between the lips of her cunt, the ridged head rubbing against her clitoris sending tiny shocks racing through her body. She strained arching her back grinding her crotch tight on the rock hard prick. Her arms snaked around his neck mashing his lips wetly against her mouth. Small moans of erotic passion breathed into his mouth as she sucked wildly on his tongue as if she were being fucked in her mouth.
Mike pulled his lips away and stared into the half closed eyes. He knew she was ready but he was surprised by how ready. His hand caressed her breast keeping the lust burning in her vagina. He wanted her as hot as he could get her. He wanted to hear her beg for him to fuck her.
'I'll get Danny to take care of the daughter. He's got a convertible and has always wanted a virgin. Tomorrow night, you bring the wife into the Quarter. I'll pick you up and we'll have our own party, just the three of us. And now that you've got what you want, I'm going to have my fun.
He picked her up and never said another word until he'd placed her on the couch. She lay shivering, too frightened to move. She wasn't sure of what he was going to do but she knew he was capable of having her do anything he wanted. He moved closer to her, standing over her as she trembled on the bed, a queer look of lust on his face, as he stared at her naked body.
"Now get your cunt nice and wet for me. I want it real juicy."
Oh no. Her mind rippled in confusion. He wanted her to masterbate to completely humiliate her. He was going to stand there and watch her finger herself. She'd seen the girls do it many times at the special parties but she couldn't do it ... she wouldn't.
Mike smirked as he saw the rebellion on her face and then slowly her hands moving down towards her cunt as her thighs slowly opened. He watched her play with the pubic hairs and then with a small whimpering sound, slip her finger down into the wet pink slit and caress the swollen clitoris.
Monica lay back, her eyes closed, unaware of the man watching her. With an excited moan, she slipped her fingers from her clitoris to the soft wet opening of her cunt. Her head rolled slowly as the fingers, hesitated for a brief moment, and then suddenly rammed deep up inside the hair lined lips of her vagina. Viciously she teased at the wet walls of her cunt until she was moaning loudly.
Mike sat down on the edge of the couch waiting for the first sign of her orgasm. And when he recognized the signs in her squirming belly, he maliciously pulled her fingers out of cunt.
Monica groaned her shock and frustration.
"Please Mike, finish me ... finish me off ... please...."
"Not that way," he snarled, "Use the right words. Beg me for what you want you hot bitch."
Monica couldn't bring the words to her lips. Never before had she ever said them but her resistance ebbed as the aching hunger throbbed like a hot flame in her cunt. But she couldn't bring herself to the final humiliation of surrendering completely.
"Oh no, don't make me, I can't," she moaned.
"Say it," he commanded harshly.
The fiery furnace deep in her belly screamed for release. Nothing mattered anymore except that she had to come and she moaned in final surrender blurting out all the dirty words she knew.
"Oh God, ... Fuck me, suck me ... do anything but do it now please I want to come," she groaned all resistance drained from her lust filled mind.
With a cold malicious laugh, he grabbed her wrist and jerked her fingers out of her cunt. He grinned as her hips kept squirming trying to reach an orgasm.
Monica whimpered out her frustration.
"Please Mike....let me finish ... I'm hot ... I feel so hot ... let me finish...."
And Mike moved to finish her. He fell on her mashing her body flat raping the soft white flesh with his fingers. She writhed and cried in gasping moans as his fingers moved over the curves of her body. Watching her face, he deliberately worked on her breasts twisting and rolling the soft flesh until Monica was crying with wild sensations of lust and agony.
He laughed as the body twisted crazily in his hands. Her breasts were a hot flaming pink and he knew she couldn't take much more. They were so hard and swollen now they looked like they were going to explode. The next, he grunted to himself, is that pretty cunt.
Monica whimpered as she felt the fingers crawling over her squirming belly to the mound of her cunt.
"Relax," he snarled down at her, "I want you hot. I want you so hot to fuck, you're gonna scream to juice off."
His fingers opened the wet lips of her cunt. He stretched them back until her crotch was a pink open gash and her cunt and ass and clitoris were completely for the taking. He watched the clitoris, a delicious soft pink, quivering excitedly in a bath of hot cunt juice. Spreading the soft tissues around it back, he made it pop up and teased the tender bud with the tip of his tongue. Then putting his mouth over it, sucked it between the sharp edges of his teeth. He nibbled up and down the tiny female prick until her ass was quivering in a wild insane frenzy. Her belly heaved and rolled in a hot lust that boiled into her brain driving her almost out of mind.
Monica's cries filled the room. She pushed her cunt up hard trying to bury her whole crotch in his saliva filled mouth.
Bit it wasn't enough. She wanted a prick ... she wanted a man inside of her. She wanted to be fucked....fuck ... fuck....
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... ," She chanted fighting to breath, Mike no more ... please I'm begging you....Fuck me ... fuck me now....Oh God . ... you don't know what you're doing to me...."
"Sure I do Baby and here's more." he murmured through his lips around her cunt.
Finding the juice filled hole, he rammed three fingers up into her belly feeling the walls of her vagina split wide open. He rotated them around her belly, stretching the neck of her womb getting her ready for a deep fuck.
"Harder Mike ... all the way in ... all the way in....Oh yes ... yes ... yes ... , just like that...." she sighed from the agonizing pleasure.
He moved his fingers back and forth inside of her. Monica pumped her cunt upward again and again. Her vaginal opening was tight but it flowered open as his stabbing fingers excited her almost out of her lust filled mine. Tiny beads of sweat covered her face.
Monica groaned as she felt it coming. She split her knees wider, her ass quivering. Her juice filled cunt sucked at his fingers tormented beyond her wildest dreams. She tried to hold back a moment. Every inch of her body was on fire from the finger fucking she was getting. And then she jerked up quivering as the hot juice spurted out of her cunt hole. The maddening convulsions twisted the gleaming body into a seat covered arc af flesh as her womb and cunt and mouth continued to spurt out her orgasms.
And suddenly with a deep sigh, Monica collapsed barely conscious, her body still cumming from the hot juices filling her belly. Quickly Mike pulled his fingers out and put his mouth over the quivering hole drinking the warm cum as it poured out of her body.
Mike felt Monica trying to relax and shifted around until his swollen cock was hanging just over her soft belly. Pushing her legs back over her head, he forced the pink glistening cunt up tight against his throbbing prick.
Monica's lust filled eyes snapped open and in shocked surprise looked down between the mounds of her swollen breasts. Her hand reached down and took the hard flesh between her fingers caressing the straining cock in as low up and down motion.
It was big. Bigger than anything she imagined. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her as she thought grinding around deep up in her belly. She stroked the head, spreading the juice seeping from the hole making it grow even larger spreading her fingers apart.
A whimpering sigh poured from her lips. This was hers....she was going to take it into her body ... all of it. She was going to make it cum....
"Please," she murmured, "Fuck me now ... I want to feel you inside of me....please...."
"OK Baby, it's fucking time," and he put the swollen head into the slight against the small tight opening of her cunt. He teased the soft raw flesh for a moment feeling it open wider. The heat of her hot cunt boiled up into his cock and through his body.
Mike braced himself on his hands and knees and with all his strength, rammed the stiff prick down into the hot yearning cunt.
Monica shuddered, her thighs trembling as the driving cock split deep up into her belly. She pulled her knees up tight against her breasts raising the mouth of her vagina so he could drive the hard flesh deep into her body.
Screams burst from her lips as the throbbing head beat against the top of her womb. She felt as if her sucking cunt was being pulled out of her body. Her head whipped from side to side as she opened her legs even wider to take him in as deep as she could.
Erotic pleasure gleamed in her eyes as she stared at hard prick as it disappeared into the puckered wet cunt lips. Her mouth gasped trying to catch some air in her lungs as if the massive head was beating against her throat.
"Oh God ... you're so big ... so damned big ... I can't stand it ... I can't ... I ... I...."
But Mike wasn't listening. He was fucking a hot tight pussy that was driving him out of his mind. The friction of the vaginal walls along the white hot rod of flesh was shooting hot flames into his groin, firing his balls.
Monica moaned in ecstasy meeting his driving groin with her own wet sucking cunt. She lifted her knees higher, straining the white cheeks of her ass up off the seat, her throbbing pussy quivering hungrily as the straining cock reamed out her hole. She was being fucked deliciously beyond her wildest dreams. She jerked as his fingers grasped her nipples and stretched them until her breasts were pointed cones.
"Harder ... damn you harder you bastard. Don't you know how to do a woman's nipples yet....Tear them off....tear my nipples off...."
Mike pulled harder, the nipples turning a fiery red between his fingers The woman sucked in her breath.
"The pain ... yes . ... yes ... yessssssss ... it feels so good....so gooooood...."
Her buttocks began to tighten Her ass hole puckered tight as her cunt sucked wildly at the big cock driving into her. She tried to hold back ... she didn't want to cum yet. She wanted to fuck more ... more ... more....
The muscles in her belly shot up in a great quivering mound and then sucked in against her spine. She heaved as the first shock nearly tore her guts loose. She moaned deliriously as the spasms rolled through her body spurting her juices into her vaginal cavern. She dug her fingers into his writhing bucking ass as she felt her insides explode.
Mike's cock was a raw screaming nerve in the tight cunt. He grunted, pounding at her crotch until he felt the hot sperm flooding out the tip of his prick. He rammed in deeper, reaming the head in her womb splattering the sensitive walls with hot sperm.
Completely exhausted, Monica screamed her agonized pleasure and collapsed. She lay still enjoying the feeling of the cock getting soft in her juicy pussy.
She opened her mouth in a hazy delirium.
"Mike fuck me again ... make it hard and fuck me again...."
CHAPTER 4
Marnie burst out the school doors, her young breasts jumping as she ran down the steps two at a time. Damn she thought as she looked up and down the street. The kids had gone swimming without her. I shouldn't have talked so long to the teacher, she thought angry with herself for missing the fun with the gang.
But her heart skipped a beat as she saw the red convertible at the curb. Danny Purcell ... all the gals in school were busting their pants trying to get into the front seat of the car. Good looking, money, a red convertible, captain of the football team and a hot reputation for showing a girl a good time. And Marnie knew why he'd never asked her out even though she was a stacked piece as all the boys called her. Petting and necking were strictly off limits. Her fun was dancing and drinking malteds. Anything beyond that she left to the other girls.
And Marnie had heard, Danny like things way beyond anything she'd be willing to give him. Only her husband was going to play with her body and especially her cunt. So she didn't bother slowing down when she got near the car.
But out of the corner of her eye she did notice how he stared at her body and suddenly became strictly conscious of her bouncing breasts and her skirt riding high on her slim thighs. Oh hell, she thought feeling a sudden warmth, let him look. At least he'll have an idea what he's been missing.
"Hey Marnie, what's your hurry?"
Marnie stopped in surprise at hearing her name. Danny felt his prick jump in his pants as the deep green eyes swung in his direction and that luscious young body moved toward the car.
She leaned against the side of the car holding her books under her breasts pushing them up nice and high.
"Home I guess. All the guys and gals were going to the beach and I got stuck making a lot of small talk."
As Danny watched her red lips oval in disappointment all he could think of was sticking his cock right down into that pretty little mouth. Take your time, Danny boy. Just take your time and you'll be fucking this hot little piece until you're out of your mind. Mike said go all the way and so we fuck her in all those pretty little holes.
"Baby, Baby it's too nice a day to spend in a chicken coop. How about burning a little rubber and we'll float out to some blue water and meditate upon how pretty you are."
Marnie flushed at the heat in his voice. She could feel his eyes roaming over her breasts and she wondered if he could see them sticking up out of her small bras through the thin blouse. She hesitated for a moment remembering what the girls had talked about. Danny liked his hot cunt and any girl he took out usually ended up with her pants around her ankles.
But love was for the bed, she rationalized, and not for the hot sun. And she made up her mind.
"Sure, why not. I wasn't in the mood to go home but I had nothing else to do."
She tossed her books into the back, opened the door and slid into the seat. Sitting next to Danny, her body suddenly felt very warm. She could feel her sheer panties intimately tight against her cunt as if they'd suddenly swollen up. She wondered about it for a moment and then relaxed into the seat.
"Let's go. Time's a wasting and high tide doesn't come up around here."
With a quick short eager laugh, Danny nipped the key in the ignition and with the scream of burning rubber tore a hole in the traffic. With the wind whipping her black hair and the sun on her face, Marnie forgot all her suspicions of Danny and relaxed. She wished she was his permanent date and moved a little closer until the side of her body touched up against his. She felt a little wicked and daring but she liked the feel of the hard muscles against her soft body. She'd thought about it often. What would it be like to strip for a boy. To have his hands running over her body and then spread her legs so he could shove his cock into her cunt. Marnie had spent nights dreaming about love but had never been able to let herself go enough to dare getting fucked. Her conscience wouldn't let her.
Danny put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close letting the tips of his fingers rest lightly against the curve of her full breast. She squirmed trying to move his fingers away without him noticing. She didn't want the ride to end too soon. And then she stopped. Her skirt was pulling up over her hips every time she moved. Her thighs were naked and she could almost see her panties in her crotch.
Blushing furiously, she started to move her hand to pull her skirt down. But before she could move, Danny was holding her arm.
"Leave it alone Marnie. You've got beautiful legs, why hide them. You've got nothing stuck between them, I don't know about."
She blushed furiously again not knowing what to say but feeling very excited. She wondered why the sudden tingling in her belly. The sensation was new to her and she could feel a dampness starting between the lips of her cunt.
She giggled lightly to herself as a shiver danced crazily up her spine. Let him look, she mused excitedly, if I was wearing my bikini, he'd be able to see a lot more. And I like the look in his eyes. It makes me feel like a woman.
Marnie looked away as she felt her face getting hot not wanting Danny to think her a complete square. She leaned back against the seat.
Danny glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eyes as she leaned back. Her breasts pushed up as she curved against the back. They were almost begging to be taken out in the sun and kissed. His prick swelled in his pants as he looked down between her thighs. A few dark hairs were curled against her white soft skin. He felt himself getting hot, the tension begining to grind in his groin. His balls felt about ready to tear loose.
Putting his hand over the firm round breasts, he massaged it gently until he knew he was getting Marnie excited. He could feel the nipple through her blouse pucker up hard against the palm of his hand. It stabbed up hard through the thin material and he could see the outline of the whole pink tip. He took the tiny bud between his fingers and rolled it gently until he sensed the girl shivering against him.
This one should be a hot turned on and Mike said she was a virgin. She should be a delicious tight fuck. He needed the right place and he knew exactly where to take her. Nothing around but blue sky and water. She could scream her head off and nobody would hear her.
Marnie felt the car pick up speed but said nothing as she could hardly breath with the fingers playing with her breast. She clenched her teeth tight trying to keep the excited whimpers from escaping out of her throat. She felt the car turn leaving the noise of traffic somewhere in the distance. She opened her eyes slowly looking around as the car stopped and the engine died. The hand was still on her breast as she looked around slowly wondering why they'd stopped. They were alone. Nothing around but the blue ocean, some trees and a slab of black rock. Danny, she realized suddenly, had her all alone. She was in the middle of nowhere. She tried to sit up but the hand holding her breast held her easily against the seat. His hand pressed against the bottom curve of her breast, lifting it up tight against her blouse, feeling the smooth heaviness of soft flesh and then he let it spring back into place.
Instant shock. She couldn't believe it was happening to her. She looked up at Danny, her eyes beginning to brim with tears and fright.
"Don't Danny, please. Let me sit up. I don't want to be touched," she pleaded softly.
Danny tightened his fingers into the soft mound watching the fright change to a slow growing pain. It always worked. Squeeze their breasts until the pain became hot pleasure and they quit fighting. They become fucking nymphos and do anything for a hot cunt session.
Marnie gagged as she felt the pain beginning to burn deep in her breast. She squirmed trying to pull away but the fingers dug in deeper turning the flesh into a living flame. The fingers twisted the sensitive glands until she was screaming.
"Oh God Danny, don't ... please stop ... You're hurting my breast....you're tearing it off....oh God! STOP!"
Danny ignored her cries. He liked the feeling of the girl's helpless body grinding against him. The sound of her cries was making his cock throb wildly.
Marnie's body arched as shock after shock tore insanely into her mind. Her eyes widened, hanging open fighting for air.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhh God . ... My breast ... Danny please . ... oh God please...."
Without releasing her breast, Danny pushed a button on the dashboard dropping the backs of the seats down to make a bed. Pulling the struggling body back, he forced the girl's shoulders down until she was spread out across the seat. Then releasing her breast, he stripped off his clothes slowly waiting for the girl's crying to stop.
Naked, he lay down alongside the trembling body watching the look of surprise and fear play across the pretty face as she realized he was stripped.
"Don't Danny ... please don't. Let me alone. I've never done this with a boy before."
"Relax Marnie, we're just going to have some fun. And besides it's too hot to be sitting here with all our clothes on. And I bet you've got a real nice body to suck on."
Before she could answer, his tongue was in her mouth sliding into her throat. He sucked the back of her throat grinding his hips against her letting her feel his growing prick against her naked thigh. He kissed her neck, her throat, his wet tongue licking her skin until it was buried in the crease between her breasts.
Marnie shivered as she felt the hot tongue licking the tops of her breasts. She could feel his cock alive, throbbing alive against the mound of her cunt. With a curious fear, she looked down. This was the first cock that had ever touched her so intimately and she fought against the urge to reach down and take it in her hands. She stared at the swollen head, the drop of sperm on the tip. It looked so warm and hot.
Marnie whimpered, her eyes wide with fright as the hard cock seared her skin. Her breath was coming out in tight little gasps as the shock of sex invaded her mind. That was what he was going to shove into her body. And she was going to have to take in ... all of it!
Danny pulled his mouth away and leaned back on one elbow. Slowly he opened the buttons on the blouse and pulled it away from her breast. His eyes whistled as he saw the full round breasts overflowing in her bras. He'd never seen a more perfect pair. Reaching under her, he opened the hooks and pulled the blouse and bras off together.
Marnie's breath whistled in her throat blushing furiously in shame and embarrassment. She closed her eyes trying to turn her head away but Danny grabbed her hair, the pain forced her eyes to look up into his.
"No Baby, I want you to watch yourself get all nice and hot. It's much more fun that way and besides, you don't want to miss your first fuck."
"Danny I beg you, don't touch me. I'm not that kind of girl."
"Baby, this body of yours is made to be fucked. So why waste time. Let's break it in right together. Today you are a woman," he laughed and forced her head up until it was looking down at her breasts. Her eyes stared as his hands roamed over the soft mounds, teasing and caressing her skin until she was squirming in a low heat. His fingers squeezed at the bottoms of the breasts forcing the flesh up tight, straining the nipples into a blood pink.
Marnie cried helplessly as the ivory of her breasts changed to a glowing sensitive pink. In the haze of her mind, she felt a change deep in her belly she couldn't understand. Her cunt was wet. Her juices flowing in a flood and there was the strange tingling glow in her belly. She'd never felt anything like it before. She couldn't lay still as it raced along her spine making her body squirm with not pain! but pleasure! Her body was filling with a sensuous desire to be fucked. She wanted to feel his prick in her body . ... she wanted it ... she wanted it....
Danny watched her face as he took her nipples and twisted them cruelly. Her eyes bulged as the pain whipped her helplessly against the seat. Her mouth worked loosely sobbing and slowly she forced herself to lay still, letting him do as he wanted.
Danny felt her surrender. He rolled the blood filled nipples until he was satisfied that the beautiful luscious body was completely his.
"Now baby, let's take a look at that beautiful cunt of yours. It should be nice and wet by now."
Danny laughed as the girl starting struggling weakly in his arms. Opening the button on the side of her skirt, he yanked it down over her hips. Pulling them off the thrashing legs, he flipped it over the side of the car.
"You won't be needing that for awhile."
Hooking his fingers into the elastic of her sheer panties, he ripped the flimsy material from around the round hips. Throwing it after the skirt, he closed his hand over the mound of her cunt grinning as he felt it quivering.
"Please don't touch me there. Let me alone. I don't....
His fingers crawled into the slit swimming in her cunt juice. He rubbed the clitoris listening to the tight gasps in her throat.
"Please...." she begged, "Don't touch me there ... please Danny ... Oh God, why don't you leave me alone. I've never had my...." She couldn't say the word.
"Say it," he teased caressing his fingers along the whole length of the pink gash.
"My ... my vagina,' she stammered in humiliation. That was all Danny was trying to do to her. Humiliate her so she'll do anything and she knew he was succeeding. She'd never felt so ashamed of anything in all her life.
"Say it the way I want to hear it," he taunted. "Say it nice and loud."
"Danny please....
"Say it, you hot little bitch," he snarled impatiently.
"My cunt," she whispered guiltily.
"And what do you want me to do to your pretty little cunt," he insisted knowing what it was doing to the girl. Her face was a flaming red.
"I....I....," she stammered trying to get the words out. "I want you to fuck me."
"Louder!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me! ... I want you to fuck me," she screamed her nerves shattered under the obscene torture.
Enjoying himself, Danny spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and slipped the middle finger into the hole. It was tight around his finger. He pushed his finger in deeper caressed the virgin walls of her vagina.
Marnie squirmed against the hot seat of the car. The finger crawling in the walls of her cunt were driving her out of her mind. She whimpered as the finger stretched her hole forcing it to loosen. And she, whimpered again as another finger pushed in and teased in her squirming belly.
Marnie jerked helplessly as the fingers sent spasms of heat racing through her body. His prick was throbbing in her crotch, against her quivering cunt lips. She felt the ridged head of the cock begin rubbing against her clitoris.
Danny could feel her cunt lips suck tight around his fingers and he began working them in and out in a slow deliberate finger fucking. She was wet but he wanted her wetter. Slowly she began to lubricate and the pain lessened as her love juice started to flow more and more freely.
Weakly she grabbed his hand as she sensed the growing impatience in his body. Her eyes were wide and soft as she stared into his.
"Danny, be careful....I've never done this before....don't hurt me . , . please ... fuck me but don't hurt me."
She released his hand and instinctively her eyes to the swollen fleshing pulsing in her crotch. It was hers and reaching down took it in her hands running her fingers slowly up and down the swollen flesh. Hesitantly she touched the tip with her thumb and caressed the head in slow teasing circles until it was glistening and wet.
She looked up at him bashfully.
"Am I doing it right," she asked with an air of inocense that squeezed his balls in a vise of lust.
Danny grunted as desire flamed into a sweet urgent desire to fuck. He fingered the cunt until he felt it sucking back on his fingers, her hips fucking his fingers in a steady beat.
Mounting over her, he pushed her thighs open until her toes were touching the sides of the car. Taking his cock in his hands, he rubbed it until it was throbbing rock hard and then slipped it down between the pink lips of her vagina.
Marnie quivered as the hot prick touched her slit, and rubbed teasingly over her vaginal lips and clitoris. She moaned softly the passion building between her legs and through her belly.
A twinge of guilt and fear tore at her mind as she suddenly realized it was going to happen. She was going to get fucked by a man. In a few moments, she would no longer be a virgin.
Her body was shaking. Desperately she thought of pleading with him once more.
"Don't do it to me Danny....I'll do anything you want."
Tears flooded her eyes.
"I've been told you like being sucked and cum in a girl's mouth. I promise I'll do it any time and anywhere you want. I'll do it as many times as you want."
Marnie stopped talking, hopefully she waited. There was nothing for her to say. The thought of being his private cocksucker turned her stomach. But she had to do something. Anything before....
And then she heard him laugh, and knew she'd tried for nothing.
"Baby from now on your my fucking broad. You'll spread your cunt open anytime I want. Now take my prick and put it in your hole."
Her fingers trembled as she touched the swollen prick and moved it down through her slit until she felt the head stretching her cunt hole.
A look of shock came over Marnie's face as she pulled the hard cock into her until the head fitted into her body like a tight cork.
Danny couldn't wait. The fire in his groin had to be satisfied. Grabbing her ankles he levered them over her head until the cheeks of her ass were off the seat.
Marnie looked down between her breasts Her eyes glued to the massive red cock. Her cunt was wide open waiting to take it in. She wanted to cry out as she saw it growing bigger before her eyes. It was bigger then her cunt. Oh God....it'll never fit ... it'll never go in....
Marnie felt his hips tense and screamed as the swollen head stretched her virgin hole. She saw the pink flesh forced in straining around the thick head as if it would rip and then slowly ... slowly it slid up around the hard flesh. She felt the rigged head inside her vagina probing deeper and deeper.
Her legs split apart at the sudden rush of pain. Her cunt lips were stretched tight around his cock almost tearing under the pressure. She gritted her teeth fighting the agony and then she felt his muscles tightening again. She whimpered anticipating the greater pain to follow. Tears of tension filled her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.
He pushed slowly, deliberately into her wanting her to feel every inch of his cock as it filled her belly. He wanted her to know she was being fucked and she belonged to him. Her cunt was his....
Danny felt a surge of power ripple through him as he watched the young luscious body squirming at the end of his prick. He pushed harder and harder grunting as his hot prick forced it's way deeper into her straining belly. Sweat covered his face from the exertion of trying to stretch the tight vaginal walls.
"God Baby, you're tight," he groaned. "You're tearing my prick off."
Tiny screams of protest broke from her lips. The soft tender flesh of her cunt felt as if it were being ripped away. The pain was unbearable and she felt as if her whole belly were being split open right up to her naked breasts.
She forced her eyes to look down. A groan spiralled out of her throat. He wasn't even half way in. Most of his cock was still outside of her cunt.
"Danny, you're hurting me....you're splitting my cunt. Stop, please stop ... no more ... please ... pie....
The words choked in her throat as the blunt head rammed hard against the thin membrane of her virginity. A searching pain raced up her spine shaking her wildly against the seat.
And then the agony stopped like the calm before the storm. She looked up in surprise into the sweating leering face. He grinned obscenely watching the pain contorted face, the hot agony in the green eys, her body writhing against him like a soft velvet cushion.
Danny raised up on his hands and toes pushing her legs back until the soft cheeks of her ass pressed against his groin. His cock stretched like a brigade between into the girl's body. He licked his parched lips.
"Ready Baby, you're about to get your pussy split wide open."
Marnie nodded her head slowly. There was nothing for her to say with his cock half buried in her body.
"Yes Danny," came out of her lips with a deep sigh of resignation, "Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me...."
And then she stared down at the hard prick biting her lips against the coming pain.
Gazing straight down into her frightened face, he lowered his body slowly letting her watch his cock disappear into her cunt.
Marnie groaned as the hard lust filled cock started in straining the thin membrane of her cherry. And then her red lips ovaled into a gasp that started in her belly and tore out of her throat in a wild scream. She gagged and screamed again as the agonizing pain seared up into her screaming belly. Her fists clenched tight against the knifing agony as the swollen cock dug deep into her cunt. She kicked her legs out wide trying to ease the torture. But it was useless. They quivered out in the air helplessly for a few seconds and then dropped in surrender on either side of her body.
Her eyes bulged as she watched the swollen prick disappearing between the lips of her cunt.
With an insane jerk of his hips, Danny rammed his cock deep into the young girl's body tearing through her cherry. Grabbing the shaking body in his arms, he held her tight and jerked his hips wildly fucking in and out with long hard strokes. He rammed his cock deeper into her squirming belly until he was hitting the top of her womb.
Marnie opened her mouth trying to force air into her lungs. She gasped as shock after shock tore up from her cunt into her body. And then to her surprise, she felt the pain changing. Her body was hot. Passion swirled around her belly. She wanted to get fucked. The cock in her belly felt hot and hard.
Slowly she began to rotate her hips screwing up the length of his rock hard prick. The tiny muscles inside her cunt sucked hungrily at the blood filled head.
"AAAAAAAgggggghhhhh," she screamed in surprise as Danny reached underneath her grinding hips shoving two fingers into her tight ass hole. Her feet jerked into the air at the sudden pain, her toes curling desperately. Through the thin wall separating her cunt from her rectum, she could feel the swollen cock sliding over the fingers in her ass.
A whirlwind of sensation burned through her body. For Marnie there was nothing but the delicious fucking in her belly. Her cries tumbled from her lips as the bodies fucked as one. Her ankles locked behind his pumping back spiralling her hungry cunt up the full length of the swollen cock. Sweat poured from her body.
"Oh Darling ... Darling ... I'm coming....
I'm cumming . ... she choked full of rising passion. Her fingers raked the cheeks of his pumping ass trying to get the last inch deeper into her writhing belly.
And then a convulsion racked through her. He felt her cunt hole widen, the pressure around his prick relax for a moment and then a flood of hot juice drowning his driving cock deep in her belly. She was one pool of hot love juice between her thighs and she fucked at him crazily wanting him to cum. Her cunt sucked hungrily around his driving cock wanting nothing but the hot sperm still locked in his balls. Everything had been driven out of the young girl's mind except the delicious fucking she was getting.
Danny fucked into her with long hard strokes, his belly pounding against the soft cheeks of her ass. He groaned as he felt the pressure building in his balls and then he couldn't hold it any longer. The thick hot liquid pumped deep into her writhing belly. Her cunt pulsated furiously as each spurt burned hot on the walls of her womb. She shivered, jerking blindly and then she was cumming again.
"Oh God Danny ... what are you doing to me ... what are you doing ... Oh God, my belly ... I'm cumming ... I'm cccuuuummm...."
She choked. The conculsion started lazily and then whipped into a grunting explosion. The next came faster jerking her helplessly against the seat.
Marnie felt her warm juice flooding out of her body over the cheeks of her upturned ass.
A tortured scream of ecstasy tore from her mouth as the last orgasm tore through her body and weakly collapsed against the seat, almost senseless.
Marnie was vaguely aware of his hands running over her body, squeezing her breasts, caressing her belly. She sighed as she felt a finger slip up into her wet cunt. A moan slipped from her lips as another massaged her clitoris awakening the heat in her dripping cunt. And then she froze, as sensations she'd never known before, without warning spread through her body from her cunt.
And then her dazed mind realized what was happening. He was sucking her cunt! His mouth and tongue were between her vaginal lips sucking her off.
"OOOOOOOhhhh God....oooohhh God," she groaned over and over as his teeth found the sensitive clitoris and nibbled along its sensitive erection. She breathed in gasps, her head rolling slowly on the seat. Nothing was ever like this, she thought as her mind filled with the pleasant sensations.
The tongue slid down the moist hair-lined slit from her clitoris to the hole of her pulsating cunt and pushed into the warm wet cavern. He licked the juice off the slippery walls as far as he could go. Nothing existed for her except the hot mouth sucking her flesh between her thighs. She couldn't control the trembling in her body as an uncontrolled fire climbed in her young body. She moaned closing her eyes as the tongue probed deeper.
And then when she thought it would never end, she felt his hands on her thighs forcing her over on her stomach. Her lips continued to write in small tight circles as if her cunt was still being sucked.
Marnie glanced over her shoulder as she felt her thighs spread apart and Danny kneeling between them. His cock was hard again! He was going to fuck her again! Oh no, she thought, her eyes widening in fear, he can't be. I'm still sore ... my cunt still hurts....
"Spread your legs wider," he snapped roughly as his fingers massaged the tender cheeks of her ass. With her mind fogged by the passionate mouthing of her cunt, she did as he asked. Then his thumbs spread the soft mounds wide apart and flattened them until the tiny ass hole was completely exposed above the level of her flesh. He put his mouth on the tiny virgin hole and sucked it between his lips probing it with his tongue.
And then Marnie realized what was going to happen.
He's going to put it ... it ... in my ass. He's going to fuck me there, she thought gasping in shocked surprise. Her young innocent mind rebelled. She would do whatever he wanted but not this! ... not in her ass!
"Please Danny ... don't. Not there ... not in my ass ... it's wrong ... it's wro...."
The words locked behind her clenched teeth as a finger pushed against the tiny pink hole. He laughed as the finger popped into her rectum and slowly forced it in deeper and deeper into her squirming ass. Then with a final thrust rammed it in all the way until the palm of his hand was flat against the shivering cheeks of her ass.
Danny smiled as he saw the juice seeping from her cunt from the perverted pleasure he had been giving her before. Her skin glistened with the warm juice. He twisted his finger around beginning to loosen the tight hole. He could feel the warm soft smoothness of her rectum and his prick throbbed at the thought of fucking the pretty ass of the young girl.
Marnie moaned in her torment. I've got to relax....I've got to ... it's the only way to ease the pain ... it's the only way....
She could feel him deliberately stretching her ass hole, punishing the tiny muscles until they were quivering almost uselessly. It felt almost as if he was going to tear her open.
She was crying, sobbing openly. Her body was in pain but there was nothing she could do to stop him. And then she couldn't stand it any longer.
"No more, please ... fuck my cunt again but not in my ass," she begged over and over again, "not in my ass ... I hurt Danny....God ... I hurt...."
Then as if in answer to her cries, she felt the swollen prick rubbing up and down in the juicy ' slit of her cunt. He teased at the raw vaginal hole until her hips moved in a frenzy trying to sink it into her hot straining cunt. She moans of pleasure and pain bubbled from her head played over her clitoris, probed at her clitoris and then pulled away.
"Fuck me now ... please ... I've got to have your prick in me."
"Sure Baby," he laughed and slid the swollen head just inside the lips of her cunt. And then moans of pleasure and pain bubbled from her lips as her cunt lips split wide open and the hard cock rammed up into her belly.
She twisted in heat on the end of the hard flesh and then she suddenly realized. He wasn't fucking her! He wasn't moving! The cock was just soaking in her juicy cunt.
"Please Danny, fuck me like you did before. I like it in my belly. Maybe me cum again ... yes ... yes ... yessssss ... make me cum...."
Danny nearly shot his load into her belly as he listened to the girl begging. He was enjoying himself as he never had before with the other broads. He liked the way her cunt felt on his prick, the hot pretty body and she was pretty.
"I knew you'd like it. You're a hot piece of ass. Whose little whore are you," he taunted.
"Yours ... I'm all yours Danny," she gasped willing to agree to anything at the moment to get fucked.
Marnie couldn't believe what she was saying but she didn't care anymore. There was no guilt or shame. All that mattered was that she cum.
"Fuck me Danny, I want it ... give it to me now!"
But Danny, his hands squeezing her breasts was in no hurry, he had other ideas for fun and games.
"Now that you're my chick, we fuck anywhere and anytime I say." he teased.
"Yes Danny," she agreed quickly.
"Good Baby. Tomorrow night at my house. I'll have a few of the guys over and you're gonna be the entertainment. A lot of the guys have wanted a piece of your ass for a long time. We'll have a quiet little gang fuck. Just you, me and the guys."
Her stomach rolled almost making her sick.
"No ... no ... only you please. I'll fuck you in front of them if you want but only you."
His fingers twisted her breasts until the pain and lust exploded crazily in her belly.
"Alright ... alright ... the guys can fuck me too ... they can fuck me all they want...."
"That's my chick," and the vision of seeing this young body gang fucked tore excitedly at his balls.
He grabbed the top of her hips and pulled her to her knees. And before she knew it was happening, the swollen prick found the tight rubbery ring and drove into her tight virgin ass hole.
Her eyes opened wide in pain and fear. Guilt .and shame tore at her conscience stricken mind. She tried to clench her muscles tighter, to prevent him from going any deeper but the finger fucking had left the muscles tired and almost useless. She tried to pull away but he held her tight, squeezing the white cheeks of her ass tight in his fingers.
"Fuck back you little bitch, fuck back hard," he yelled in lust.
She could hardly think but she obeyed. She took a deep breath and rocked on her knees pushing the hard penis inch by inch into her rectum. Her face contorted in pain. She heard Danny gasping behind her, his hands tearing at the cheeks of her ass. She felt the muscles in his stomach tighten against her flesh and she braced herself. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to ram the whole cock into her in one shot.
Marnie moaned and then held her breath.
Her back arched at the heavy cock surged in filling her rectum. Her breath exploded out of her mouth as if she'd been hit in the stomach. The pain screamed out of her mouth as tears of relief poured out of her eyes. He was in ... his cock was all the way in ... she'd taken him all inside....
And then to her surprise the pain eased. She was being fucked in the ass and it felt good. She liked it. Her passion filled body pushed her ass hole back onto the throbbing prick. She could feel it sliding in and out of her ass in long easy thrusts. Beads of perspiration poured off her body dripping from the pink nipples of her swaying breasts. The tingling sensations added fuel to the fire.
Marnie fucked as if she was out of her mind. All she wanted was a prick inside of her. She wanted to fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... And then she felt the prick swelling and jerking crazily inside her rectum. She felt as if her insides were being filled with hot thick cream. With each ramming of his prick, she felt the moist heat pushing deeper and deeper into her rectum.
Unbelieving she screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming again ... I'M CCCCUUUUUUMMMIIIINNNGG" ... and she rammed her ass back hard. Her long black hair whipped around her face as she fucked back crazily. Her hips writhed and twisted grinding the swollen head against the hot walls of her rectum. She lifted her ass higher and drove the spurting prick deeper into her belly.
Marnie whimpered incoherently as the juice spurted out of her cunt and poured down the inside of her thighs. Her ass hole sucked wildly at the swollen prick as her belly heaved and rolled with convulsions. Then with a scream of never ending pleasure, Marnie fell forward almost senseless with exhaustion.
She sighed deeply ... it was over. The humiliation and shame of what she'd done, of what she'd let him do came home to her slowly. And she'd liked everything that had been done to her. If he wanted to, he could fuck her again...."Turn over."
She didn't have any desire to resist and rolled over in her back. She blushed back the tears trying to compose herself. She felt herself blush as she looked up into his grinning face.
"One more hole Baby and we'll be finished for today."
She didn't understand what he meant and her face showed the unanswered question. His grin widened.
"Your mouth," he laughed, "The next time you get fucked in your mouth."
Nausea roared through her at the thought of the sperm shooting into her mouth, filling her throat. But she forced a smile on her face knowing that sooner or later he'd have his way. Her red lips pouted impishly as she took the soft prick between her fingers and caressed it slowly.
"If you want," she agreed softly, "I hope you were satisfied with the performance."
"From now on you got one job ... to keep my balls empty."
Marnie noticed the sun had almost set across the water. It was hanging like an orange balloon on its rim ready to plunge into the ocean.
"Danny," she asked nervously, "What time is it?"
"It's about 7...."
"Danny take me home. I don't want to have any explaining to do."
"Not yet Baby. You got one more hole to go."
"Please," she begged, "I'll meet you tonight if you want. You can fuck me again but let me go home now."
Danny stared at her for a moment and then decided to take her home. But it wasn't because of Marnie. He needed a rest before he could get another hard on and by the night, he'd be ready to fuck her again. His balls would be nice and tight to fill her mouth. Sure he'd take her home ... just for awhile....
"Alright Baby but first."
He opened the glove compartment of the car and took out a camera. Marnie felt a growing fear and started to shiver. If he took pictures of her like this, she'd always be his whore. She'd always have to do what he wanted. If her mother ever saw pictures of her like this....
"Don't Danny! Don't take pictures of me like this."
"Spread your legs," he ordered pointing the camera at her cunt.
"Please...." she begged.
"Lay down and spread your legs," he said roughly.
Marnie lay back slowly and spread her thighs open.
"Wider! I want to see your cunt!" She felt her cunt lips open as she pressed her knees back crab-like. The camera clicked.
"Stick your fingers in your hole. Pull your legs up nice and high so I can see your ass." She obeyed sliding her fingers in deep.
"Now take my cock in your mouth."
She shuddered. With pictures like this....she could almost see what her life was going to be like....
She opened her mouth letting Danny put his cock deep into her throat. She could taste the juice of her ass and she sucked it hesitantly. The camera clicked again ... again ... again....
CHAPTER 5
Delia frowned with anoyance as the bell at the back door rang. She wasn't expecting any deliveries. And in fact, since her husband had left the previous day, she hadn't even bothered to change out of her shorty pajamas. There was nothing she wanted to do outside the house and so had spent most of the afternoon lounging lazily.
She buttoned the two top buttons of pajamas enclosing the cleavage of her breasts. She hesitated for a moment wondering if she should go upstairs and put a robe on. She could see her breasts and nipples through the almost sheer material. And then the insistent ringing made up her mind. She'd get rid of whoever it was quick enough. The thought of spending another long afternoon alone irritated her and the annoyance was still on her face when she opened the back door.
Her mouth opened and closed in surprise.
Monica laughed softly as she watched the expression on Delia's face change.
"Hi ... I hope I haven't done what you're annoyed about."
Delia stared off a moment and then managed to answer. "No ... no, you haven't. It was just that I wasn't expecting anyone and least of all you."
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. But it was true. With Monica Bradford, everything was a formality. By invitation only and please R.S.V.P. Surprise visits just wasn't done.
Delia stepped back and watched the beautiful figure walk towards the living room. She wondered why and slowly closed the door. The beautiful Monica Bradford was a mystery to the whole social set. To be ignored by her was tantamount to social suicide.
Her parties were always very plush and except for the rumors, nobody knew where she got all her money. They all knew she went into the French Quarter often but the mystery was where and why.
Monica flashed a warm friendly smile as Delia came into the room. She felt herself blush slightly as she saw the dark grey eyes slide slowly over her body as if she were naked.
"If you go to the door like that Delia, you're going to get yourself raped."
Delia felt her face heat up not sure of what to say.
"Have you heard from Matt?"
"No. I never do. He just goes away on business and comes back."
"And climbs into bed," Monica continued for her as if she could read her thoughts. "One way of not having your wife catch you in bed with another woman. Just don't tell her where you're hiding."
"Would you like a martini Monica," Delia asked trying to change the subject. The thought of having her suspicions aired openly by an acquaintance annoyed her. It was her business and nobody else's.
"I've just made a full decanter to pass away the afternoon," she continued.
Monica lit a cigarette from a gold cigarette case and blew the smoke casually into the air.
"Why not. Make it a double. I feel like an early start for some fun."
Delia felt a strange thrill flush her body as she caught the emphasis on the fun. She tried to ignore the sudden tingling .quivers in her groin. She stared at Monica trying to see if there was a double meaning to her words. And for the first time she realized Monica was as naked as she was. She could see her breasts plainly through the flimsy blouse. Only her nipples were covered by two gold cups hanging from a chain around her neck. Enviously Delia admired her breasts. They looked so full and heavy, a size 40, much larger then hers. Her eyes dropped down to where the silver mini skirt was high up the round hips and Delia got another shock. She could see the triangle of hair between her thighs. She wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. She wondered what it would be like to make love to that beautiful body, caress her breasts, kiss her nipples until they were flushed, maybe even try....
In a sudden shock, Delia realized what she was thinking. Numbly she poured the two drinks. This was the first time she had ever thought of making love to a woman let alone have it appear so oddly attractive. She shivered. The female body against hers seemed so desirable.
She smiled embarrassingly as she handed Monica a glass and sat down next to her. The smell of a musky perfume filled her nostrils and she couldn't help herself from staring at the full round breasts.
Hurriedly she emptied her glass and poured herself another. She took a deep breath as if she were on a tight rope across an unknown chasm. Angrily, she chided herself, come on Delia, that's a female over there. Not a man. She has a hole just like you. Keep playing little games and you're going to flip your wig.
But the idea of two women making love piqued her curiosity and again she felt the same exquisite sensation quivering in her belly. She caught Monica watching her and laughed nervously.
Monica noticed Delia's flushed nervousness and was glad she'd decided to wear, the outfit. A little fun and excitement in her own bedroom would make her all the more susceptible for going out on the town.
She leaned over, letting her breast swing heavily against Delia's arm watching the re action on her face. She caught the quick nervous licking of the lips and wondered for a moment if she should make the first move quite yet. Instead she decided to let Delia warm up just a bit more. She moved her hips as if she were making herself comfortable knowing her skirt would catch and pull completely up to her hips. From the cool air on her skin, she knew her body was naked almost to her waist.
Delia felt herself getting more and more excited by Monica's voluptuous body. The grey eyes were watching her with a mischievious gleam of wicked amusement. She felt her self blushing as her eyes ran slowly up the glamorous thighs to the softly curved belly pulsating softly as the woman breathed. She stared at the triangle of blond hair. She could just see the beginning of the slit curling down between the white fleshy thighs and then as is if answer to a wish, the thighs provocatively opened slowly. She could see a warm gleam of pink....
What's the matter with me. Matt hasn't been gone that long that you're thinking of....
But the hand slipping intimately around her waist stopped her from thinking about anything. The fingers closed around the curve of her breast intimately making her quiver with fear and an excited curiosity. For a brief moment she tried to pull away and then sat still letting the hand take full possession of her breast.
"How long is Matt going to be gone," Monica asked giving the woman time to adjust to the sensations of having a woman's hand on her breast.
"I don't know," Delia answered mentally disturbed by the fingers caressing her breast, "I suppose a week or two like usual."
"Long enough for him to get himself fucked out of his brains," and she almost laughed as she saw the shocked look on the pretty face. But there was sort of a masochistic pleasure that excited a woman after the first burst of anger in thinking that her husband would be unfaithful. It was like watching him fucking a woman more voluptuous, more exciting then yourself. And the use of the vulgar was like a hot lash whipping the velvet smooth cheeks of her ass. It was exciting and perverted, and Delia was already beginning to breath heavily.
"I ... I try to keep him satisfied," she stammered hesitantly. The fingers on her breast were starting the juices flowing in her vagina and she could feel them gathering at the edge of her cunt lips. In a few more moments, she'd be staining her panties.
"What woman doesn't try," Monica quipped, "but a cunt hole is a cunt hole. It just depends on how many games you know to keep it full of your husband's prick and his balls empty."
Again the shocked look.
"Oh come on Delia," she teased, "stop looking so shocked you've heard the words before and I bet you know a few good ones yourself."
Delia shivered as she felt her head nodding slowly. The thought of saying the words in front of a woman was exciting her. No, more, thrilling her sexually.
Monica watched the hesitation on the pretty face and laughingly teased her again.
"Oh come on Delia, stop looking so shocked. You've heard the words before and I'll bet you know a few more don't you."
Delia didn't know what she was supposed to do. This was the social Monica Bradford and it was her hand rubbing her breasts making her hot. The warm cunt juice was now dripping from between her throbbing lips stainning her panties. She didn't dare look down for fear Monica would notice. Why is she doing this to me and she looked for an answer in Monica's face. Her heart leaped with a spasm of fear. Her tongue was slowly circling her already wet and glistening lips and her eyes were hotly glinting. She was enjoying herself ... she was actually enjoying feeling her body and embarrassing her by asking her to use the dirty words.
Slowly she nodded her head, not sure why except that everyone around did what Monica wanted.
"Say a naughty word," Monica wheedled, "It'll ,make you feel wicked and daring."
Delia flushed suddenly feeling as if she were being treated like a child. Her pounding heart she blamed on the alcohol and angrily decided to play the game. She opened her mouth and let the word slip out slowly.
"Screw...."
"Oh come on," Monica teased, "Tell me what Matt does to you."
"He fucks me," she stammered. "Where," Monica insisted feeling the rising passions in the woman's body shivering in her breast. Just a little more fun. Just a few more questions and she'll be climbing walls.
"I ... I...." she knew her face was a flaming red.
"In my cunt." She moaned at her embarrassment. For some reason she felt like such an innocent little prude in front of Monica. She'd heard about women making love to each other and now it was happening to her. It was actually happening to her!!
"Do you mean here," and Monica put her hand over the fleshy mound and squeezed it intimately. She pressed her fingers on either side of the downy slit until the cunt lips slowly opened into a pink gash.
Monica laughed as Delia inhaled sharply as she teased a finger into the open moist slit and finding the clitoris already throbbing, deliberately stroked it with the sharp edge of her fingernail.
Delia shuddered against Monica feeling the fleshy softness of her large breasts pressing excitedly against her back. She could feel herself again beginning to wonder what it would be like to make love to that beautiful body.
"And where else," Monica asked quietly continuing to stroke the clitoris quivering and leaping to her touch.
"No ... no ... place. Just there," and she gasped as she realized what Monica was asking. How could she even think she'd do it any other way except the one that was natural. Do it in the other ways was just too perverted. She just couldn't....
"There now," Monica laughed her voice like hot dripping honey, "that didn't hurt a bit although I think your education has been sadly neglected . ... and I think we shall improve on it right now."
Delia stared with a wide eyes curious fear at Monica. What did she want? Why was she doing this to her ... why ... why ... what was she getting out of driving her out of her mind? And then as the fingers spread across her quivering belly and pressed firmly into the soft warm flesh, she could feel her muscles rippling with tiny exciting little spasms. She desperately tried to sit still as the tantalizing sensations crawled up through her quivering belly into her breast, swelling it tight in the caressing fingers and then out of her mouth in deep little whimpers.
"Please' stop it Monica ... we mustn't." But Delia was already breathing heavily and she knew Monica could hear it also. The fingers tightened around the sensitive mound tantalizingly caressing the full undercurve. Then lifting the heavy breast, stretched it until the skin pulled tight and let it drop watching it quiver.
Delia tried to pull away as the fingers reached for her other breast, the arm tight across her body. She tried to sit up, to push away from the exciting voluptuous body and slowly gave up sinking weakly back.
"Please Monica, don't," she whispered desperately, "It isn't right. We're both women. It isn't natural."
"Tell me you haven't thought of my making love to you. Tell me you want me to stop."
Delia couldn't say a word. Her voice was caught in her throat.
"I thought so. I saw it in your eyes when I came in. You like it as much as I do. Your cunt is so hot right now, the juice is just pouring out of that little box of yours."
Delia felt her face going red. It's true she thought. I was thinking of making love to Monica and her hands feel so good. I don't want her to stop. Let her do what she wants. I want to love her. I want to love her beautiful body.
She shuddered with a sudden trembling ecstasy as she realized what it meant. All of her body now would belong to Monica. She was giving her the right to do whatever she wanted with her. She shivered again and slowly buried her cheeks into the soft throat as the hands roamed possessively over her throbbing breasts and trembling belly. She opened her mouth licking and sucking the soft skin as she enjoyed the sweet pleasures rippling through her. She was trembling with excitement. There was no longer the revulsion of being made love to by a woman. She felt a thrilling desire to be raped as a hot passion flooded through her writhing body.
Monica smiled triumphantly. She could do anything now with Delia and for the rest of the afternoon she was going to make her so hot she'd be ready to fuck Mike tonight. But her own yearning passion made her realize, she wanted to fuck this woman. She was actually enjoying herself.
"You have a pretty body Delia. Let's take your pajamas off. I want you naked."
Delia's mind whirled. She wasn't being asked, she was being told. In a panic she knew Monica was going to do more with her body then just caress it as she was doing now. She tried to force herself to sit still but her body wouldn't obey her fear filled mind. She bit at her lips nervously and then slowly pulled open the two bows on the front of the blouse. She sat up and shrugged it off her shoulders. The hand left her breast long enough for the flimsy material to fall away and quickly trapped the naked flesh. Her breath sucked in audibly as the fingers touched the sensitive naked skin. She squirmed as one finger moved up to the nipple and stroked it steadily until it was tight and quivering. A dampness swelled in her vagina softening the already swollen throbbing lips of her cunt.
Monica held her tight against her breasts and pressed one hand deep into the soft belly. With the other she took the hard blood filled nipple between her fingers and slowly rolled it. Gently at first and then harder and harder watching the pain mingle on the woman's face. She felt the body shuddering and smiled as the mouth opened gagging to breathe.
Then taking the breast she stretched it until the skin was tight and the trembling nipple was near her mouth. Opening her lips into a red oval, she sucked the satin smooth tit deep into her saliva filled mouth. Her lips sucked hungrily almost frantically on the pink tipped nipple until she felt the whole breast throbbing in her hand. Slowly she let the sweet flesh escape from between her lips until she could feel the pulsing nipple on the tip of her tongue. As it touched her teeth, she clamped them tight knifing the sharp edges into the inflamed tip holding it tight. Then she curled her tongue over the burning tip filling Delia with an agonizing excitement until she was squirming helplessly in an ecstatic delight.
Delia writhed and twisted as the sensations rolled crazily deep in her belly. The soft breasts pressing against her body made her shudder in a growing ecstasy she couldn't control. Raising her hips, she slipped the wet panties hurriedly off her hips and lifting her legs, pulled them off dropping them onto the floor.
But before she could put her legs down, she felt Monica's hand on the mound of her cunt, the fingers spreading the cunt lips open. She sighed from the intense pleasure as a finger rubbed against her throbbing clitoris and then pushed slowly into the wet juicy hole. She gasped and began to whimper as the finger started a slow steady fucking probing deeper and deeper between the lips of her cunt.
Monica finger fucked until she felt the cunt sucking intently on her fingers. Delia was making strange gurgling noises deep in her throat, her hot aroused lust writhing her hips back on the driving fingers in a wild thrilling abandonment.
Monica suddenly pulled away and stood up. Delia's eyes opened wide trying to understand why ... why had she stopped!! She stared as Monica quickly stripped her clothes off. Her mouth filled with saliva as the beautiful white breasts erupted into view from under the sheer blouse. She moaned as she saw the blond cunt and felt an instant desire to take it in her hand, to caress it as Monica had done to her.
She made no protest as Monica pushed her flat against the cushion and spread her thighs open. She looked into the beautiful face as it looked down at the soft fleshiness between her spread thighs. She shivered both with fear and expectation.
"You're going to be a good fuck," Monica laughed.
Delia didn't understand what she meant. How could one woman fuck another? She stared as Monica opened her purse and took out a long black object. Her eyes opened wide as Monica adjusted the straps around her hips and came back to the couch.
Delia felt the nerves in her body begin to tingle with fear. She gaped in a shocked sur prise. Jutting from Monica's belly was a man's prick, the biggest one she'd ever seen. She watched the cruel expression of passion which came over her face and stared again at the hard thing projecting straight out from her cunt.
Delia groaned as Monica's body came down on hers mashing their breasts together. The hard prick probed between her open thighs sending a shudder racing through her body. She could feel herself getting excited by the unusual perverted sensations. Monica was going to fuck her like a . ... a man. She gasped wide eyed as the hard cock massaged against her clitoris in the warm juices from her cunt. And then a wild thought tore at her nerves. Monica was enjoying it. She wanted to fuck her like a man!
Monica brought her hand up and stroked Delia's cheek gently. She stared into the fear brimmed eyes.
"Darling, I'm going to fuck you until you scream and then I'm going to fuck you some more. And tonight, you and I are going out on the town. Matt told me to take care of you and I'm going to see you have a good time. Now give me your mouth."
Delia felt herself stiffen as the mouth came down over her warm lips. She tried to pull away as her tongue moved along her closed lips seeking entrance. Her lips quivered. There was something more obscene about kissing a woman then having her play with your body and Delia couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. But Monica's hand at the back of her neck held her tight until with a sob she surrendered. Opening her mouth, she let the tongue slip between her lips into her throat. She groaned as their mouths locked hotly together sucking and drinking the warm flowing saliva into each others throats. In a rising passion she forgot her fear. She was conscious of only a thrilling sensation in her mouth, of being wickedly daring beyond her wildest dreams.
"Oh yes ... yes ... darling ... fuck me . , , please fuck me ... all you want ... all you want...."
Wet moist sucking noises echoed through the room erupting Delia's passions to the bursting point. She wanted that prick inside of her. She wanted to feel that huge throbbing cock reaming her out, fucking her cunt until there was nothing left. She tangled her hands desperately in Monica's blond hair sucking wildly on the tongue, her eyes closed tight in ecstasy.
"God damn you Monica, shove it into me," she breathed into her mouth, "Put that cock inside of me. Fuck my cunt ... fuck my cunt now ... now ... now . , , "
The wild abandon of her own words was making her head spin slightly, her blood racing faster. Nothing else mattered anymore except to be screwed by a woman. Only that delicious white hot heat burning in her belly had any meaning for her.
Monica split the trembling thighs wider with her knees and with her hand, forced the oversized head tight against the dripping cunt hole.
She teased between the swollen lips watching Delia's face contort with the pained ecstasy, little whimpers slipping from between her parched lips.
Then with one long thrust of her hips, she rammed it into her. Delia moaned, writhing as the huge prick drove deeper and deeper into her cunt until it was battering against the sensitive flesh in her squirming belly. And then without stopping, began to move in and out of her body in long hard strokes.
She grunted, straining to keep the whole shaft buried deep in her body and pulled her white thighs back, her knees tight against her breasts, She was one pool of hot juice between her thighs and the walls of her cunt sucked hungrily at the driving cock plunging into her.
She was vaguely aware of Monica's hands running over her body, parting the soft trembling cheeks of her ass. And then the burning searing pain made her jump as a finger pushed into tight elastic hole of her ass. Her breath came in a long whine but she didn't want it to stop. She ground her hips down hard driving the finger in deeper until she could feel it rubbing against the imitation cock splitting her cunt. Her mouth hung open in a wild abandoned passion grunting and groaning as her throbbing cunt screwed up on the hard hot rod. Her insides were about to explode and she thrust up harder and harder, fucking herself wildly on the great prick in her cunt. Never had she had anything so big, never had she known such excitement.
Every inch of her body was on fire. Her head rolled slowly as she concentrated on the delicious fucking she was getting.
And then she felt herself coming. The walls of her cunt grasped at the driving cock, her tiny ass hole quivering again and again. The muscles in her belly were writhing under the torture of the untamed fury boiling deep in her body. She choked and she choked again gasping and then slammed her body up tight on the rigid bone between her thighs. Finally with an animal like cry, her body shuddered crazily. She jerked again and again and her juices poured out of her stretched hole.
Monica felt the body exploding against her and taking hold of the slim waist rammed the hard cock deeper into the moist dripping hole. Her lips twisted in erotic passion as she felt the body getting hot again in her hands. It began to writhe and twist and she laughed as she watched Delia's face flush, her teeth clench tight as she struggled to cum.
"OOOhh ... ooohh ... ooohhhhh," she cried beads of perspiration pouring from her forehead. Blindly she grabbed at Monica's swaying breasts wanting to hold on to anything for her sanity. Spasm after spasm shuddered through her body until with a scream of pleasure, she collapsed limply against the couch.
CHAPTER 6
Delia lay still thinking of the pleasure she had experienced through a rising flood of guilt. It felt so good and yet it was so wrong, she thought. If Matt or her daughter ever found out she'd die. She whimpered as the cock was pulled out of her still quivering cunt. Breathlessly she opened her eyes and stared at the beautiful body still between her open thighs. She gazed guiltily at the full swinging breasts, the gorgeously rounded hips and blushing furiously again, at' the blond triangle of hair between the rounded thighs. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips as she looked into Monica's passion filled eyes. She sensed something else was about to happen. She'd thought it was over but Monica had other ideas.
"Please Monica," she whispered desperately, "No more. You've had your fun and Marnie might be coming home soon."
Monica smiled confidently knowing full well that her daughter at the moment was off somewhere also being fucked. When she got back to the house tonight, she would no longer be a virgin.
"Stop worrying, she's off somewhere having fun."
Poor Delia, she mused, she looks so ashamed and so embarrassed and still so very hot. She kept the urge to laugh locked in her throat and slid between Delia's thighs and off the couch.
"Turn over on your stomach."
Delia stared at her curiously for a moment and then slowly rolled over. All objections to anything Monica might do to her had been drained out of her body with the intensity of the orgasms she had just experienced. Soft lips sucked the smooth oval cheeks sending little tiny ripples up her spine. Fingers spread the soft white flesh and she moaned helplessly into the cushion as a tongue probed wetly at her tight ass hole.
"Open your legs, Delia," Monica whispered softly her breath warm against her ass. Without thinking, she spread them apart and moaned as a finger touched the hole and slowly forced its way in. She groaned again but not with pain. It was surprisingly pleasant as it began to move around in her rectum in teasing little strokes.
And then she screamed as another finger dug into her ass. She was sobbing openly as the pain tore at' her inside like a hot poker. And then the agony slowly subsided as the fingers began to rotate slowly together in her ass, stretching the tiny hole wider. It was a strange and new feeling and to her surprise she found herself pushing back against the probing fingers. She clenched her eyes shut tight.
"Monica, I can't stand it. Fuck me there," she moaned, "Fuck me ... please...."
"Where do you want it," Monica taunted.
Delia hesitated for a moment and then whimpered down into the cushion, all her will power gone.
"In my ass ... fuck me in my ass. Stick it in me ... shove it up my ass until I scream."
Her eyes opened wide in fear as she heard the words tumbling from her lips and she felt the cock touch the tight puckered opening to her rectum. And then she started to scream, her body twisting as the rubber prick was rammed into her ass.
Delia's body was one mass of searing pain. Her mind was a blank except for the one thought. She had to get it over with ... she had to get it over ... over ... over ... and desperately she humped back. Her ass hole opened wide as the cock ripped deep into her rectum. With a sigh of relief she felt the cheeks of her ass smack up against Monica's tense thighs. It was all the way in ... she'd taken it all the way in....
Delia writhed and groaned as the hard prick pushed deeper into her squirming ass until she thought she was going to explode. Her mind was a blank. She couldn't think. There was nothing but the slow persistent stabbing into her rectum. A long moan of pain burst from her lips and her body jerked wildly under Monica's. She gritted her teeth as she felt the hips grinding hard against the cheeks of her ass driving the last inch into her already full belly. Her flushed face turned sideways so she could look at Monica. Her breath burst in tight little gasps as she stared at the beautiful woman. Her face was twisted in a lewd ecstasy from the delicious fucking she was giving her. Her large taut breasts were dancing tightly to the jerking of her body as she screwed the cock deep into her ass.
Her body was perspiring from the burning sensations bubbling wildly in her writhing belly. She bit harder on her lips as she felt her nerves shattering. Her face rolled from side to side flushing red from the intensity of her fucking as she bucked and churned her ass beneath Monica. She began to jerk backward to meet the thrusting prick, swinging her soft sweat covered ass in tight little circles, clasping the hard shaft tightly with a slight throb of her rectum on the way out.
Monica watched the reddish pink hole draw back on the cock and felt the body shudder as she rammed it back in. She sensed the sudden frantic need and began to jerk the shaft hard and deep grunting with satisfaction as she watched the hollows of her back arch in rhythm to the sadistic fucking between the cheeks of her ass.
And then the dam burst inside of her. The newness of being fucked in her virgin ass hole filled her with a masochistic pleasure. Her mind and body snapped!
She humped crazily back screwing the tight elastic ring of her ass tight around the ramming prick. A fire erupted in her belly driving all thoughts of shame and humiliation out of her mind and the fact that it was a female fucking in her ass.
"I thought you'd like it up your ass. I think from now on we'll have to make it a daily routine."
The very lewdness of the suggestion smashed the last remnants of her pride from her mind and body.
"Oh God ... yesssss ... yessss ... you can fuck my ass anytime ... anytime ... I want it ... I want it!!" The words poured from her mouth shamelessly.
Delia shrieked as an avalanche of hot sensations shot along her spine. The massive head caressed the inside walls' of her rectum until she groaning almost out of her mind.
Monica listened to her gasping cries and rammed the prick furiously in and out of the clasping hole. She watched with cruel delight the tender pink hole slowly turning a blood red from the deliberate raping of her ass. Pulling the glistening shaft almost all the way out, she screwed it up hard into the squirming ass watching the straining hole clasp excitedly around the thick cock. At the end of the stroke, she twisted it around deep in the squirming belly listening to whimpering cries pouring out of Delia's throat.
Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the deliciously fucking rubber cock sinking deep into her ass. Her face contorted with passion, cries of ecstasy escaped from her tightly clenched lips. She was moaning incoherently as the smooth velvet folds of her rectum held tight to the rigid cock. She could feel every inch of it buried in her belly. This madness she'd never known. Her mind reveled in its own daring and lewd wickedness. She liked it. She liked it! She wanted it deeper! Deeper!!
"Fuck me Monica ... fuck my ass ... Harder ... harder ... drive it into my belly...." The words chanted out of her passion filled throat, the hot juices rising like a flood tide in her writhing belly. Her body humped and quivered furiously at the end of the cock, the cheeks of her ass clenching and unclenching in rolling spasms. And then she was screaming as the hot thick juice spurted out of her cunt. Her ass writhed and jerked crazily as her passion cascaded through her body erupting hotly in her vagina.
Monica listened to her gasping cries and fucked hard into Delia's ass until she was just quivering helplessly. She unhooked the straps from around her waist and sat back watching the body writhe slowly, the belly squirming from the cock still buried deep inside.
Slowly Delia rolled over on her side resisting the urge to pull the shaft out of her ass hole.
"I hope you're satisfied," she gasped breathlessly.
"No," Monica laughed suggestively, "but I know you are. And tonight we're going out to have some fun. The nights on me and right now we're going over to my place to get dressed. I have some clothes that should look beautiful on you."
Delia hesitated no longer sure of anything. She remembered her daughter. "What about Marnie?"
"Leave her a note. I'm sure she can find a boyfriend to take care of her."
Monica reached over and tied the two thin straps tight around Delia's thighs leaving the hard shaft locked in her body. Delia stared at her curiously.
"You'll like the way it feels when you walk. It'll keep you nice and hot for later." And with a quick little laugh, Monica stood up, dressed quickly and waited for Delia smoking a cigarette.
Delia nodded her head slowly not at all sure when she'd agreed to go out with Monica. Yet she must have or why was Monica waiting for her. Slowly she sat up and jerked at the unexpected shock. The hard shaft slipped deeper into her rectum sending a twinge of passion racing through her body. Hurriedly she stood up and walked slowly across the room to the writing desk.
Her body writhed with each step as the head massaged against the tender walls of her rectum sending hot spasms into her belly. Quickly writing a note, she left it by the telephone. Then taking a light coat out of the closet, slipped it over her naked body and followed Monica out the door across the lawn....
CHAPTER 7
Delia walked down the crowded street with Monica, her mind rebelling in shame. She felt as if everyone was staring at her and deliberately walked just out of reach of the glare of the street lights.
Oh God, she thought, if Matt ever saw her dressed like this....Monica had picked out the dress and insisted she wear it. At first she had felt wickedly daring when she'd looked at herself in the mirror. The blouse was a flesh colored sheer material with two small round dots just over the nipples. The skirt was the same flimsy material and reached just below the creases of her buttocks. And she wasn't wearing any panties.
Monica had fitted her with a tiny G string, the thin gauze covering just over the mound of her cunt. She could feel the thin string pulling tight between her cunt lips and up between the cheeks of her ass. The one around her waist was almost invisible and she blushed as she remembered what she looked like. It was as if she was completely naked ... as if she wasn't wearing anything. She could see her whole body and when she'd turned around, the round full cheeks of her ass and the delicious crease were plainly visible. In the darkness she knew she must look completely nude.
And then she blushed again as she thought of sitting down. The thin gauze was just big enough to cover the mound of her cunt but it didn't reach down between her thighs to cover the slit of her cunt. And the skirt was so short, it would pull up over her thighs leaving her almost completely naked for everyone to see. She hoped Monica had someplace dark in mind.
A Cadillac slid up to the curb and stopped.
"Hey Monica! . ... Monica!!
Monica turned and waved her hand in a greeting.
"There's our escort for tonight," she whispered to Delia and called out. "Hi Mike...."
Delia saw the dark haired rugged face behind the steering wheel. He appeared to be in his early forties and not too bad to look at.
"What if somebody sees us," she asked nervously, her conscience aroused at the embarrassment of being almost nude with a man other then her husband.
"We'll ask them to join us," she smiled seeing the look of concern and fright on Delia's face. "If it makes you feel any better, I know him. Come on...."
Before Delia could protest, Monica took her by the hand and led her to the car.
"Hi," she laughed cheerfully, "doing a little slumming.
"The same as you are," he grinned eyeing Delia's almost nude figure. She stared straight ahead as she felt his eyes moving over the curves of her body. In spite of the darkness, she felt herself get warm with embarrassment.
Mike felt his prick stirring in his pants. So this was the woman he was supposed to fuck for the rest of the night. At least Monica had good taste. His mouth widened in an appreciative grin at the way she was dressed. Undoubtedly that too was Monica's idea and damn it, he mused, it sure as hell was a good one.
"Look, how about doing it together. Nothing like having two beautiful women in one night."
"Do you think you're big enough," she smiled suggestively.
"By the way, this is Delia Stevens, my next door neighbor."
Mike nodded, his eyes looking through the sheer material at the full hanging breasts and then up to Delia's blushing face.
"If you have anymore neighbors like this, I'm going to move to your street," he grinned.
But to Delia, it was more like an obscene smirk. She tried to find a quick plausile excuse for not going but before she could utter a word, she found herself being pushed into the car. The whole side of her body was pressed against him as the three crowded into the front seat. She tensed as the side of her breast touched his arm and then forced herself to relax. After all, what could he do in the open front seat of a car. And besides Monica was sitting next to her.
"Where would you like to go, he asked the smirk still fixed on his lips. He knew exactly where they were going but he asked the question merely as a routine.
"I don't know. I guess anywhere you suggest," she answered throatily trying to feel as daring as her clothes.
"How about something riske. Something to turn two beautiful women into two wanton whores," he chided.
"Do you think you can take care of the two of us," Monica giggled.
"No but I'd sure as hell like to try. What about you Delia?"
"I've been around a bit," she said bravely wondering just how riske was Mike's idea, "If it's OK with Monica it's alright with me."
And then she wondered what she's let herself in for. The only thing she'd ever seen in her whole life that was off color was a stag film and she hadn't stayed to see all of it. She was too ashamed. And the idea that she looked like the woman on the screen, her cunt wide open, the swollen prick deep in her belly. She shuddered as she remembered that must have been what she'd looked like in the afternoon when Monica had....
"How about the club tonight Monica," Mike's voice cut in before she could finish.
"It's a good idea and I think they're having a small circus tonight for a few of the more important guests. But I don't know about Delia. She might want to go home early."
Again the inference at her innocense and Delia was annoyed. She'd done everything Monica had asked of her even giving her, her body. What more did she want!
"Bed is where you find it," she snapped defensively and blushed furiously realizing what she had said.
"And with who," Mike chimed in.
"And with who," Delia slowly agreed.
But underneath, she felt as if she shouldn't have spoken so quickly but it was too late now. She squirmed slightly trying to ease away as Mike's thigh pressed intimately against hers. And then with a quick laugh, he sent the car weaving up the back streets of the French Quarter.
Delia stared at the bright gay lights listening to the exciting musical rhythms of the bayous filling the night air. She relaxed and didn't mind it when Mike put his arms around her shoulders. But when his hand had cupped her right breast, she had moved quickly to keep it away. But Monica's body prevented her from squirming out of his grasp. She could feel the nipple of her breast leap erect when he touched it and she was sure he'd felt it too when his fingers closed possessively over the full fleshy mound. Her fears rose again but she quickly locked them out of her mind. She show Monica she wasn't an innocent kid. She'd be a good sport and join in the fun. She shuddered gently as she let the hand roam over her almost naked breasts. She glanced at Monica smiling defiantly into the watching eyes. Monica nodded her approval and then looked away leaving her alone with Mike.
Delia sighed with relief as the car stopped in front of a large iron gate. She was surprised when Monica left the car and opened the lock with a key from her purse. And she blinked again at the lavish manor house at the end of the winding driveway. It was like being an another world. You couldn't even hear the noise from the streets.
Suspicions filled her mind again as Mike's hand moved around her waist and up to the curve of her breast. He led her through the door letting the heavy mound bounce softly against the palm of his hand.
Delia's eyes opened wide. My God, she thought, this is like a Hollywood set. The lavish circular bar at the far end of the room crowded with almost nude females and middle aged men in tuxedos. The soft low couches spread around the room and in the back, the large circular stairway leading up to the bedrooms, she mused.
And Mike was leading her up those stairs! And everybody was looking at her, their heads turning in her direction. She could feel the men's eye's staring at her body. She knew they could see her quivering ass as she walked and as she got higher on the steps, they'd also see her cunt. A hot tingling in her belly made her heart pound and hurriedly she walked up the remaining few steps.
At the far end of the hall Mike opened a door and waited until she was inside with Monica before he closed and locked it. She looked around curiously. It was the most lavishly decorated room she'd ever seen. Long low couches were arranged in a semi circle facing a draped wall. And just to the left, she could see into the bedroom. And just beyond the door an oversized bed that could hold at least six people. If she'd ever seen a room made for an orgy, this one was it.
Delia turned as the-sound of ice cubes in a glass mixed with those of hi fi music in the room. Sitting down, she leaned against the back of the couch, tucking her feet up comfortably under her buttocks. Modestly she pressed her knees together turning them away from where Mike stood behind the bar watching her. She forced a smile to her face as she remembered his hand on her breast. She had never felt so humiliated but why had she let him continue....why was she sitting so calmly now while he was stripping her naked even now with his eyes. And he obviously had other things on his mind.
"Well let's have a drink and Delia and I can continue from where we left off."
Delia was shocked at the sudden impact of what he was suggesting.
"Relax Delia, don't be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you ... not just yet anyway."
And they laughed and Delia gulping her drink forced herself to smile. She gulped her drink staring helplessly at Monica. She pleaded silently with her eyes for help and suddenly realized that none would be forth coming. There was a peculiar glint in her eyes. They were shining with an expectation she'd never seen before.
Delia made up her mind. She'd wait till after this so called circus and ask to be taken home. The warmth of the alcohol crept through her body causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her skin. She glanced at Monica and Mike out of the corner of her eyes, their heads together, whispering. Their eyes glancing in her direction made her sure they were talking about her. The uneasiness returned shaking her relaxed self confidence. She tried to remain calm but the chills running along her spine made her feel weak beginning with her knees. She tried to collect her thoughts as she slowly poured herself another drink from the bottle on the table conveniently in front of her. There was something frightening about Mike but she couldn't put her finger on it. He was good looking in a cruel sort of a way and instinctively she knew she must be careful.
She jumped as Mike suddenly moved away from the couch toward the draped wall. She heard him adjusting the draperies and then the click of a switch. The got the shock of her life as the wall suddenly glowed showing a room with a stage on the far side. It was a two way mirror!
Mike laughed under his breath as he caught the look of surprise on her face.
"Hey Monica, we're forgetting our guest and she's too beautiful to be left alone. That delicious body of her deserves some personal attention," and he laughed louder as the embarrassment flickered across her face.
"Don't you think you've already paid enough personal attention to this body for one night," she protested softly.
"No but right now let's dance. You don't mind Monica."
"No ... go right ahead and enjoy yourself," Monica said eagerly, an erotic purr in her voice.
Delia with a sense of dread coursing through her as she saw the open look of lust in Mike's eyes, allowed herself to be pulled up from the couch. She slipped into Mike's arms and felt them close around her. Their bodies met and started to dance to the slow beating rhythm. Her breasts strained through her dress at him. and she could feel his leg slip between her thighs as they danced. A light dampness eased its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her cunt as the rough material of his suit rubbed under her skirt against her naked crotch. It was as if she were masterbating while she danced. She tried to pull away feeling a warning bell ringing in the back of her mind but the arms tightened, holding her closer.
Delia closed her eyes, the beat of the music pulsing in her mind. She could feel her breasts heaving against Mike with only the thin material of her dress between his chest and her throbbing nipples.
She twisted her head and looked down the length of her body. She groaned in embarrassment. The skirt was above her thighs. She could see the full curves of her buttocks but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. The music beat excitedly and Delia jerked her body to the rhythm. She bent backwards opening her thighs to let Mike in. His hand pulled her hips closer until his throbbing cock was rubbing against her naked cunt. She ground her hips against him, her mouth opening and closing, breathing heavily at the fire growing inside of her. She could feel their bodies touching. She imagined what it would be like in bed. The prick slipping up inside her cunt. She opened her legs further and then the music stopped.
Delia awoke as if from a stupor at the sudden silence.
She pulled out of Mike's arms and sat down almost breathless on the couch. She jumped as Mike sat down alongside of her.
"Your friend has a beautiful body," he said to Monica talking between breaths, "I think we should see all of it."
"Why not," Monica laughed softly and laughed at incredulous look on Delia's face. "I told Mike what we were doing this afternoon and I thought he'd like to see some of it before the circus."
Delia was too amazed to speak at what Monica was suggesting. She wanted to put on her own performance for Mike and she was talking about is just as calm as if she was asking for a cup of tea.
Taking the glass Mike was holding out to her, she gulped the contents quickly feeling the alcohol hit the bottom of her stomach in a flush of heat.
She stared at Monica relaxing on her back, her breasts pushing up hard through the sheer dress. She could see the exciting erection of her nipples, Monica wanted to do it! She was already excited just thinking of the idea.
"I won't ... I can't," she protested hotly, "I've done enough already. If I let it go any further, I'll never be able to face my husband again."
"Relax Delia, nobody is asking you to do anything you don't want to do. Nobody will know and a pretty gal like you with a body like yours should have a little fun."
"Monica!" Delia rebuked angrily, "You don't mean you ... you're going to go to bed with....with Mike"
Monica shrugged and sat up, her breasts swinging heavily
"I'm a big girl Delia. If I want to ... that's exactly what I'm going to do. What are you afraid of ... you might like it."
"I'm not afraid of anything," Delia said defensively," I can take care of myself."
"Alright, then show me," Monica chided, "If you're a big girl you have nothing to do but enjoy yourself. "Now I told Mike what a pretty body you have ... shall we show him!"
Mike chuckled and poured himself another drink and handed one to Delia. She drained the glass immediately and Mike poured her another. This one went down as easily as she anxiously wanted to dull her inhibitions.
Mike recognized the effects of the alcohol as Delia suddenly sat up tipsily on the edge of the couch. Leaning towards her, he pressed his open mouth against the upper curve of her breast sucking the soft flesh through the almost nonexistent material.
Delia shivered as she felt herself being pulled back on the couch, her feet dangling on the floor. She closed her eyes as Mike's hands slowly pushed her knees apart and slid hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her skirt. She jerked as they pulled the gauze of the G string to one side and teased in the hairs of her cunt. She groaned as a finger moved into the slit and caressed the quivering flesh. She moaned at her humiliation and then moaned again as a finger found the moist hole leading into her body and pushed slowly inside. Her breath whistled out of her throat.
Delia felt the couch shift with the weight of a body and knew it was Monica as her sweet perfume filled her nostrils. She let herself be pulled into a sitting position and lifted her buttocks as she felt her dress being lifted over her head. Fingers tugged at the G string pulling it away from her cunt. She heard Mike's sharp intake of air as he leered at her naked body and she let herself be pushed into the center of the couch between Monica and Mike. A burning wave of shame crept through her. She'd never felt so naked before in all her life. She heard the rustling of clothing being stripped away and knew that both of them would be naked shortly with her on the couch.
Delia groaned as she felt hands running over the curves of her body. Her whole torso trembled as hot moist lips sucked and nibbled at her nipples. And then she was writhing, straining with unfulfilled desire. She felt a roaring heat swelling and expanding inside the hot walls of her cunt. Her mind spun in whirling circles as the hands and lips caressed her sensitive flesh.
Somewhere in a haze she heard Monica's voice.
"She's a real hot piece of ass Mike. Relax and I'll get it ready for you to fuck."
Delia shuddered at Monica's lewd invitation to Mike. She stared in wide eyes wonder as Monica's lips began crawling over her squirming body. They licked at her passion swollen breasts down over the soft mound of her belly and sucked hotly the tender flesh of her cunt. A hot smoldering coal burned deep in her belly turning the insides of her crotch and thighs moist and hot. She could feel Mike's eyes burning into her obscenely exposed cunt. She tried to close her thighs but Monica's hands forced them further apart.
"Open your legs wide and relax Delia. When I get done with you Mike is going to fuck your nice little cunt."
Delia hesitantly let her thighs spread wider, a hopeless cry of protest whimpering from her lips as the raw slit of her naked cunt was completely exposed. She could feel Monica's hot breath beating into the open moist pink slit.
And then Delia groaned splitting her legs wider. Monica's mouth was sucking her cunt, her tongue licking at the swollen bud of her clitoris. She felt the lips spreading across the sensitive flesh, sucking all of it into her saliva filled mouth. The tongue raked harder across the throbbing clitoris until Delia was breathing in short gasps. Her body squirmed in ecstasy as she felt her teeth nibbling on the sensitive flesh of cunt, her hot breath scorching up into her belly.
Delia's mind whirled. She breathed in short tight gasps as the tongue slid down the moist hair-lined slit to the opening in her cunt and thrust up into the warm moist hole as far as it would go.
"Oh God, you're driving me out of my mind ... oh please, I can't take much more ... I can't ... oh God please stop."
Her cries filled the room as Monica again took the erect clitoris between her teeth and nibbled at it viciously.
Delia felt something warm and soft brush against her lips. She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise. Mike's prick was against her lips.
"Take it in your mouth. Suck it you hot bitch," he snarled.
Delia was frightened. The obscene demand spun in her mind but she couldn't do it. It was too perverse. She'd never even sucked her husband's prick.
"I can't," she groaned, "please don't make me. I just can't."
But Mike reached over and pulled her hair until her mouth was hard against the pulsating head. And slowly, realizing it was useless to resist, her lipstick covered lips ovaled and the head slipped into her saliva filled mouth. The massive cock seemed almost white hot as it grew to its full size against her tongue. She could feel the quickened pulse as the cock throbbed deep in her throat responding excitedly to her wet nibbling caresses. She sucked noisily on the swollen prick while he rocked back and forth wriggling his hips so that the huge cock filled every corner of her mouth.
Tiny fires exploded in her brain as the prick moved in and out of her mouth in rythm to the sucking tongue in her cunt. A groan burst from her lips as rolling waves of lust and passion erupted inside of her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the prick with all her strength. Her lips clasped tight around the swollen head sucking it hungrily to make it cum. Her fingers reached feverishly for his balls and rolled them in her hot hands to hurry his orgasm.
And then it came. The hot juice spurted into her mouth in wave after wave. His hips jerked forward, ramming deep into her throat pouring more and more of the thick liquid into her mouth. She could hardly catch her breath as it ran down her throat into her stomach.
Delia gasped and quivered as Monica sucked her cunt wildly.
"Suck me harder ... suck harder ... harder ... HARDER!! she screamed begging as if something was about to burst in her writhing belly. Her body was hot and her head rolled crazily from side to side. She swung her thighs up and clasped Monica's head tight against her cunt, grinding her hips, forcing the hot flesh deeper into the sucking mouth. She was gasping for breath as her own lust erupted deep in her belly spurting warmly out of her cunt. She whimpered panting excitedly as she felt the warm lips close over the quivering hole drinking the juice as it spurted out of her cunt. And then with a deep sigh, she lay still enjoying the warm soft sensations of her orgasm still quivering lightly through her body.
CHAPTER 8
Delia slowly opened her eyes and looked hazily at the mirrored wall. She inhaled sharply as she felt Mike's hand on her swollen breast and tried to clear her thoughts as to what was happening. A young girl was on the stage. She was pretty and except for the blond hair, she thought, she could be her daughter. And then she realized this was the circus Mike had mentioned. This was what they had come to see and she tried to forget the fingers caressing the still hard mound of her breast and concentrate on what the girl was doing.
The girl posed in the bright lights for a moment and then slowly started to slip the black sheathed dress over her head exposing the round little ass. Delia heard murmurs of delight as the dress snaked its way up over the girl's luscious hips and the soft white body emerged. She could see the girl tremble as she stared for a moment into the darkness of the room.
Delia felt a sympathy for the girl. She looked so innocent and virginal under the white lights. The black of her bra and panties were a sharp contrast against her creamy soft skin and Delia felt shivers of curiosity tingling through her. The thought of seeing this beautiful young girl being fucked erupted goose pimples on her skin.
Then the girl slipped her bra from her shoulders letting the firm ripe breasts in all their beauty leap into view. The luscious twin mounds stood high and firm, the nipples puckered into a fleshy pink at the very tips. Bending over, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her body, her hands nervously slipped the silk panties down over the slim hip. She stepped out of them slowly and dropped them on the floor.
Delia stared in fascination as the young beautiful body, completely naked, lay back on the cushions, her legs wide open exposing the pink slit of her hairless cunt as her hands caressed the soft mounds of her breasts.
Delia shifted nervously feeling the growing lust of the young girl. She didn't know what to expect but something like this had never crossed her mind. She blushed furiously as the girls hands moved down over her quivering ivory belly to the mound of her cunt. A groan slipped from her open mouth as her fingers opened the cunt lips wide until the wet pink vagina could be plainly seen. With a deeper groan her legs slowly straightened over her head like two white columns splitting wide the pink slit until it was gaping obscenely at the invisible audience.
Delia gasped as the girl inserted two fingers into the slit stroking the tiny pulsing clitoris until she was writhing excitedly. The girl's face tightened as the fingers searched and found the hole and pushed slowly in with a wet sucking noise. A soft moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.
Delia moaned in her own passion as she felt Mike's hand move down across her belly to the mound of her cunt. She gasped as the fingers opened the lips and slipped inside the moist slit. She jerked as the fingers found her clitoris and caressed it until it was throbbing excitedly. She whimpered deep in her throat as she felt the juices starting to flow again in her vagina.
A scream from the stage ripped her out of her reverie. She stared at the girl, her face flushed a brilliant red as she strained for an orgasm, her fingers sunk deep into the tight pink cunt. She groaned in frustration as the shocks rippled through her heaving belly.
A scream of surprise burst from Delia's lips. Two of the largest men she'd ever seen were standing over the girl. She stared at their massive pricks jutting straight out from their groins. Together they looked as large as the girl.
"My God," she whispered, "What are they going to do to her!"
"They're going to fuck her," Monica gasped in her own excitement, "Both at the same time."
"At the same time," Delia gasped in disbelief. "They can't, they'll kill her."
Delia felt sympathy for the girl as her lust glazed eyes suddenly opened and she saw the two massive pricks. The young girl froze, her fingers still buried in her cunt. With an obscene laugh one of the men kneeled down between the trembling thighs and roughly pulled the fingers out of the quivering cunt. He buried his face into the open pink slit and licked wetly up and down and around the swollen lips, the tip probing between the spread cheeks of her ass into the trembling ass hole. She jerked and squirmed as it curled its way deep into the elastic hole teasing the virginal walls of her rectum.
Delia gasped at the change coming over the girl. The frightened moans coming from the girl's terror contorted lips were slowly changing to whimpers of pleasure ... pleasure the wet teasing tongue was forcing her to enjoy. Wild incoherent moans strained from her lips as the tongue ravaged her pink slit and ass hole.
The head lifted from between the crying girl's thighs, all resistance driven out of her body by the maddening sucking of her cunt. Delia shuddered in her own fright as one of the men picked the girl up off the cushions while the other spread the young slim thighs at almost right angles to her body. And then the two men moved together until the girl was caught between them, their cock pointing straight up as the girl's tiny ass hole and cunt. Slowly they let her slide down until her. crotch was resting on top of the two swollen cocks.
Delia jumped grabbing Mike's arm. Her nerves were on edge and she felt herself going to pieces. But she couldn't look away. Her eyes stayed glued to the stage. She heard Mike's hard breathing in her ear, his fingers squeezing hard into her breast. She squirmed tighter against him as her nipple hardened, her breast swelling under her massaging fingers. She inhaled sharply pushing her breast hard against his hand and in her own excitement reached down between his legs and took his throbbing cock in her hand. She stroked it desperately as she waited for the inevitable rape of the young girl. She felt tiny throbs in her pulsing from her clitoris up into her belly and then she squirmed as she felt Mike's fingers push deep into her cunt hole. With a deep sigh, she opened her legs letting the fingers probe deeper into her belly.
Delia heard a groan next to her and in surprise tore her eyes away from the stage to stare at Monica. She had both her legs spread wide and she was masturbating wildly. Her fingers were plunging crazily in and out of her cunt hole as she struggled to breath. Turning her head, Delia stared at the trembling breast near her face. The nipple was near her lips, a hard flushed pink begging to be kissed. Opening her mouth, she took the tip into her mouth and nibbled maddeningly on the tip until she felt Monica's body squirming desperately.
Without letting go of the nipple, Delia looked back to the stage. A shiver of fear whipped through her. She held her breath as the girls cunt and the cheeks of her ass were helplessly spread completely open. The girl was crying and pleading, shuddering with an uncontrolled fear.
She could feel the rubbery heads pressed tight against her ass hole cunt and in her delirium sensed what was going to happen.
Delia screamed with the girl as one of the men grabbed her hips and forced her down onto the massive heads. The massive cocks strained against the tight holes and then slowly ... slowly disappeared into the wildly squirming body. She could see the girl's flesh bulging, straining to take in the swollen pricks. She shuddered violently sobbing out the burning agony in her crotch.
Laughing, the men held the girl until she'd gotten used to throbbing cocks half way in her body. Then as her cries became crying whimpers, they rammed her down until the massive pricks had completely disappeared into her squirming belly. The girl's eyes bulged. She couldn't move. Her feet twitched helplessly off the floor as her full belly strained to the bursting point. Her mouth worked loosely as she tried to scream but nothing came out of the rigid white throat.
Delia stared unable to breathe. Her nerves were shattered. The girl was completely suspended off the floor by the two pricks driven into her body. She was shuddering as the waves of agony tore through her, her belly puffed and swollen, filled with the massive pricks.
And slowly the two men fucked into the girl with long hard strokes. Holding her by the hips, they pumped her up and down until the girl was no longer human but a mass of quivering flesh begging to be fucked. Her hips humped down on the swollen pricks screaming at the two men to fuck her harder, to ram deeper into her body. The girl's head twisted wildly from side to side her blond hair whipping crazily as the climbing orgasm tortured her body.
Delia was almost out of her mind from the depraved sight of the beautiful young body being fucked without mercy. She snapped her legs open letting Mike finger fuck her cunt, stretching the tight hole until a fire raged in her contracting vagina.
Suddenly there was a loud cry from the stage. The girl fucked her ass hard against the swollen cocks. The men were no longer holding her. She was ramming her ass up and down screaming insanely.
Delia stared in fascination as the girl's belly suddenly started heaving. The two men were straining, their head thrown back on their shoulders. Their hips suddenly started jerking and Delia could almost feel the hot juice spurting into ther own body. The girl screamed and rammed back hard just as the hot sperm jetted into her writhing belly. Thick white juice oozed from around the cocks in her ass and cunt and glistened on the white flesh of her ass. With a deep shuddering moan, the girl collapsed, her body still writhing in a lasting orgasm.
"Oh God, I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... Harder Mike ... fuck me harder...."
Grinning at Monica, Mike finger fucked the hot dripping cunt until Delia was squirming uncontrollably in his arms. She writhed and twisted as the orgasms jerked her belly pouring the warm juice out of her cunt.
Mike stared with lewd delight at the helpless sweating body of the woman.
"Do I fuck her now," he asked between clenched teeth his prick hard and waiting.
Monica looked down at the squirming woman grinding out her orgasm.
"No ... not yet. Let her wake up first. I want you to fuck her right up to those pretty tits of hers. And," she grinned at him, "I want you to do everything."
"With pleasure," he laughed and dug his fingers in hard until a tiny whimper seeped from Delia's lips and she collapsed loosely, everything drained from her dazed body....
CHAPTER 9
Delia slowly opened her eyes. Her conscience burned accusingly and she forced the tears back brimming in her eyes. She tried to concentrate on the conversation between Monica and Mike but her mind couldn't understand the words. She could still see the young girl's straining body, her mouth jerking insanely as the thick white juice poured out of her helpless body. The tight belly writhing as the hot juice spurted into her belly tearing scream after ecstatic scream out of her young mouth.
And the girl afterwards, lying on her back, begging to be fucked, depravely screaming for the two men to fuck her again. Delia trembled as she felt her own passions beginning to flame again and quickly tore the visions out of her mind shifting her fogged senses back to her own guilt. She moaned and sat up, feeling conscious of her breasts swaying as she took a deep breath.
"Well, well," Monica teased, "It looks like Delia likes circuses."
A deep sense of shame still invaded her mind and she had no desire to defend herself against Monica's remarks.
"I want to go home now," she stammered, "I've had enough for one night," and she felt herself blush as they both started to laugh loudly. She never felt so ashamed or humiliated in all her life.
"Why don't you stop it and relax," Monica said still laughing under her breath, "You sure were enjoying yourself a few minutes ago. You liked being sucked and finger fucked and from the way you're still squirming around, you're still hot."
"I feel like a fool for the way I've acted," she retorted hotly, "I happen to love my husband and I don't want to do anything more to hurt him. And I don't want to do anything that will make me any sorrier than I am right now."
"Nobody's asking you to do anything you don't want," Mike chided, "And nobody forced you to take your clothes off and spread your legs."
"I don't care," Delia protested, "I've done enough to last me a life time."
"Baby, you haven't even started yet."
Delia started refusing to believe what was happening. Her clothes were no longer where she'd dropped them and from the smirk on Mike's face, she knew he had every intention of fucking her. And why not, hadn't she already sucked his prick and swallowed his sperm. She must be losing her mind to let everything get out of hand this way. Her heart started pounding with a sudden fear. She tried to turn away but Mike's hand reached out and grabbed her breast. She winced as the fingers twisted the flesh until it was hurting badly. He laughed menacingly as her mouth opened at the shock of pain.
"Go ahead and scream if you want to. Nobody will hear you. I'm going to enjoy fucking you. That cunt of yours felt real good."
She whimpered as Mike's hand pushed her down on the couch and began to roam over her body. He held her down helplessly and pinched the fleshy lips of her cunt until she cried out in pain.
"Wait Baby," he chuckled, "the fun is first beginning."
His fingers caressed the fleshy lips of her cunt and slowly pulled them wide apart until he could see the wet open hole of her cunt and slipped one finger all the way in. When he'd teased her enough with one finger, he shoved another one in filling the hole. And slowly he fucked the hole until he felt Delia begin to shake her ass squirming back against his hand. He twisted them around stretching the tight hole pushing deeper and deeper into her quivering belly.
"Nice tight little pussy," he whispered in her ear, "You're going to be a good fuck."
The words tumbled crazily in Delia's mind and she trembled as she felt the heat beginning to build in her vagina. Oh god, she moaned to herself, I can't let this happen. I can't? She clenched her eyes tight struggling for the strength to resist. I won't give in ... I won't give in ... I won't . , I won't....
A shiver raced through her body, sending the passions boiling as his mouth closed hungrily over the pink nipple of her breast and sucked roughly. He rolled the hardened pink tip with his tongue, biting it hard with his teeth until he felt her struggling desperately. She cringed, panting hard from the agony searing her still swollen breast.
Delia felt herself beginning to lose control of her senses as the fingers rammed deeper into her cunt scraping painfully at the walls of her vagina. His hands were driving her crazy and her body squirmed desperately as she began to sense the growing urgency of the tremors rippling sensuously through her body. Small mewls of pleasure began to trickle involuntarily from her lips, her mouth opening and closing in rhythm to the spasms of her vagina around the fingers. Every touch was adding to her desire and she was too far gone now to resist anything they wanted to do to her. And then the realization of what was happening exploded hazily in her mind.
She twisted her head looking up at Monica.
"What are you doing to me ... what are you doooooing to meeeeee," her voice thick with lust.
Monica grinned with an obscene delight as she stared at the squirming body. She put her hands over Delia's breasts and squeezed the soft roughly between her fingers.
"We're just showing you a new way of life.
One you're going to like from now on."
She tried to comprehend the hidden threat in Monica's words but everything was whipped out of her mind as a finger probed at her tiny ass hole and dug into her rectum. Mike grinned at Monica as the warm tender flesh closed tight around his finger.
"No ... no ... ," she gasped, screaming between the shocks of pain, Oh God no ... it hurts ... it hurts badly...."
And then she moaned helplessly as the finger moved deeper and deeper into her ass. Delia could think of nothing but the fingers torturing her body. She sobbed uncontrollably in pain and humiliation, her cries seemingly driving Mike and Monica to new efforts to make her scream in agony.
"Oh God," she moaned over and over again under the relentless teasing of her body. She fought with all her strength against the lust racing out of control through her body but ... it wasn't enough. It felt to Delia as if a hot flame was licking at her body, burning its way up from her tortured cunt into her taut swollen breasts and to her horror she heard the obscene words pouring from he lips that she'd never thought she'd use.
"Do it to me ... please do it to me," the words tumbling from her trembling lips.
"Do what," Mike teased, grinning at the lust contorted face.
"Fuck me ... fuck me anyway you want."
Monica's laughter cut into her mind. Her whole body shuddered under the lash of her shame and then she heard nothing but her own voice begging.
"Fuck me ... please ... please. . , , Monica stared at her with a satisfied grin on her lips.
"She's just about ready for anything including a good hard fuck."
And in unison, they began to run their hands over her full breasts. Together they massaged the soft warm flesh until the white skin was a glowing hot pink. Monica took the nipples between her fingers and stretched them until the breast was pulled into a straining point like two white cones. And deliberately she twisted the nipples until Delia's body was responding violently to the agonizing caress.
An unbelievable excitement tore through Mike as he watched the two naked women. His passion flooded cock throbbed as he watched Monica grab the woman's slender ankles and forced her legs open until her cunt was a narrow pink slash in her crotch. Her eyes glittered with an obscene delight as the flesh quivered in her hands. She spread the lips wider until the clitoris erupted quivering at the touch of her fingers. Suddenly impatiently, she spread the thighs sharply apart until the pink raw slit was completely exposed.
Delia groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over her warm open cunt. It rippled up her quivering belly and into the nipples of her passion swollen tits. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed, her white breasts rose and fell heavily with her gasping breaths.
Delia whimpered softly as she felt Monica's fingers touch the fleshy lips of her cunt. A groan slipped out of her mouth as she felt them probing the moist hole of her vagina. Then without warning, they rammed deep into her belly until she was screaming her legs kicking helplessly against the bed. The fingers wormed their way in, spreading the moist walls of her vagina until she was writhing under the lewd teasing.
"Tell me how good it feels," Monica taunted and deliberately scraped her fingernails against the sensitive walls viciously until the body was squirming desperately.
"Tell me," she hissed between tightly clenched teeth.
Delia opened her eyes but the words wouldn't come as she struggled to breath. She struggled against the urge to undulate her hips. She bit her lips at the ripples of shame running through her at the obscene delight her naked body was giving them. But she knew it was hopeless. Small whimpers of pleasure began to trickle from her lips, her mouth opening and closing to the sensuous spasms of her cunt around the fingers fucking her cunt.
And then the dam burst. Eager desperate moans escaped her lips. Her tongue darting back and forth to moisten her already wet lips. Delia writhed her hips jerking crazily as Monica's saliva filled mouth spread over the swollen hot flesh. The tongue slipped wetly between the lips flicking at the throbbing tip of her clitoris.
She groaned closing her eyes tight against the sight of Mike's leering face watching and the throbbing cock, hard and full waiting to take the place of Monica's tongue in her cunt.
The tongue massaged the throbbing tip until it pushed up hotly into her mouth and then she took it between her teeth biting it tenderly at first. But she wasn't satisfied with soft passion filled moans. She wanted Delia to scream, to writhe like a bitch in heat. She rolled the sensitive flesh between her tongue and the sharp edge of her teeth until she had Delia squirming wildly on the couch.
Delia was raving now making strange noises in her throat. Her mind reeled from the ecstasy of the hot mouth on her cunt sucked her into a raging ecstasy. Her whole body was a raging fire of lust.
Monica shifted her body straddling her hips over Delia's face.
Delia opened her eyes as she felt her legs pulled back over her head and the caress of soft warm flesh on her cheeks. Her mouth opened in surprise. Monica's glistening cunt was inches from her lips and from somewhere over her head she heard her voice.
"OK Mike,-she's nice and hot and that tight little cunt is real wet for a fucking."
Mike didn't need any further urging. His cock was swollen hard, throbbing as he stared between Delia's thighs as the glistening pink hole. Kneeling between her open thighs, he set the head of the overheated prick tight into the hole.
"Fuck her good Mike. I want you to fuck her right up to those pretty tits of hers. I want her to remember this one for a long time."
Mike could feel the little sucking spasms at the tip of his prick as if she couldn't wait to have it in her squirming belly. The heat from the moist hole boiled into his groin and with a lust filled groan, he plunged the cock into the hot slippery wetness of her vagina.
Delia strangled through clenched teeth as the swollen blood filled head tore through the elastic ring of her womb. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire. Her whole belly inside seemed to be stretching, straining to take his whole prick in. Her mouth opened and closed in whimpering groans as the lust starved cock flooded into her belly until it was completely buried in her wide stretched cunt.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun the pain slowly subsided and was replaced with a growing flood of lust. She could feel his huge balls brushing teasingly against the wide spread cheeks of her ass. A strange masochistic joy swept through her. The pain was weirdly pleasureable and she strained and writhed up against the hot shaft driven in her body."
Delia felt her senses slipping as the cock began fucking in and out of her cunt in long steady strokes. In a frenzy her hips screwed up on the plunging prick as it rammed hard and deep into her passion filled belly.
Desperately, she sunk her fingers into the soft flesh of Monica's buttocks and pulled down until her ovaled lips covered the moist pink cunt. Running her tongue thirstily in the slit, she sucked at the hole until a flood of juice poured into her mouth. Urged by the fucking of her body, she felt a passion rising in her to make Monica cum in her mouth. She wanted to suck her cunt until she was screaming just as she was. In her mind it became her revenge for what was happening to her.
She opened her mouth wide so she could take every inch of throbbing cunt in her mouth. She began to suck harder, wanting more and more. She could hardly catch her breath as she gasped for air trying to get more moisture in her mouth. She wanted it wetter, hotter, she wanted her to cum in her mouth. She wanted to drink every drop of juice in her cunt. She wanted it ... oh God, she wanted it.
Above the sounds of her sucking, she could hear Monica panting heavily. The cheeks of her ass were quivering as she worked her tongue hard over the throbbing clitoris.
Monica was lost in the heat of lust. She lowered her ass until she felt the nose, mouth and chin pressed into her throbbing cunt. With an obscene delight, she felt the warm wetness spread over the cheeks of her ass and over the face sucking as the hole of her vagina.
Her fingers gripped hard into the soft unresisting breasts with a woman's sadistic strength, squeezing groans out of the sucking mouth as fiery spasms rolled through her body.
The pressure erupted as raw naked lust tore at the contracting muscles of her belly. Her head rocked back and forth in a wild abandon under the violent sucking. And then with soft whimpering grunts as the orgasm burst through her, her body began to churn and twist crazily over the sucking mouth.
"I'm cumming," she screamed, "Suck harder ... harder ... HARDER!!!" HARDER YOU FUCKING BITCH!!
Mike fucked into Delia's cunt with a wild frenzy. The cries and moans from the bed were driving him wild as he thrust again and again, harder and faster into the burning heat of her belly. The muscles grasped at the cock driving into her and sucked desperately along the thick shaft. And then the pressure in his balls erupted. Grunting like an animal, he rammed deep down inside her soft white belly, his cock spurting hot gushes of sperm into her womb.
Cries of ecstasy burst from Delia's lips as she felt the hot sperm jetting into her hot cunt.
"Don't stop," she begged, "Fuck me ... please don't stop ... don't ... don't ... I beg you ... fuck me ... fuck me...."
The hot dripping walls of her vagina milked desperately at the jerking cock The throbbing head ground deep inside of her making her scream as if the writhing walls of her womb were being torn away.
And then a whimper exploded into a soul searing groan. She jerked, her belly quivering as the orgasm crashed through her body. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Don't let it stop ... don't let it stop ... fuck me some more please Oh God ... fuck me again....
CHAPTER 10
The red convertible slid to a stop at the curb. Marnie looked nervously at the house wondering why all the lights were out. Her mother should be home. She must be home, she thought with a growing fear. She must be....
Looking in the rear view mirror, she brushed her hair into place with her fingers. She wiped away the tear stains and quickly fixed her makeup.
Thank goodness her mother couldn't see the marks on the outside of her body ... or the inside remembering she was no longer a virgin.
She started to open the door of the car and stopped as Danny's hand took hold of her breast and held her in the seat. His fingers moved possessively over the fleshy curves as he stared at the house.
"Doesn't seem to be anybody at home."
"My mother must be upstairs. She sometimes takes a nap in the evening." Marnie hoped the lie would work. Maybe Danny would leave her alone for awhile so she could collect her thoughts. She didn't want to be alone with him, not anymore tonight. But it didn't work.
"Suppose we both go upstairs and take a look."
"Please Danny, I don't want my mother to know anything we've done," Marnie said trying to screw up her courage for what was to come. If Danny ever let it slip to her mother....
"She won't Baby, not unless you sort of get pictures I've got of you. Now shall we go take a look."
Marnie fought back the tears as she slipped out of the car and walked toward the front of her house. In one afternoon her whole life had changed. All that sweet pure innocense was gone forever. And by the time Danny was finished with her, she'd be nothing but a hot fuck for all the guys around. And there was nothing she could do ... not as long as he had those pictures.
Marnie opened the door with her key and turned the lights on. The silence was like a death sentence. Her mother wasn't home and fearfully she glanced down at Danny's groin. She inhaled slowly realizing what the bulge in the front of his pants implied in the empty house.
Danny walked into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. He lay back with his head across the arm rest and slowly rubbed his prick until it swelled hard and rigid.
He grinned as Marnie came into the room holding the note her mother had left. Her mind raced in panic. Her mother wasn't going to be back till late and now Danny had her alone again.
Her lips trembled slightly as she saw his hand rubbing the cock into a rock hardness. A chill raced along her spine making her feel weak.
Danny smirked as he saw the look of fear on the pretty face. He'd known all along her mother wouldn't be home and if he knew his brother Mike, she wasn't going to be home for quite awhile or at least until she'd been well fucked out. And then an idea crept into his mind. Sure why not. After he'd fucked Marnie again, he'd take her out to the club. While Mike threw a piece into Marnie, he'd screw her mother on the same bed. The thought of fucking the girl's mother while she watched seared into his balls. But first things first and right now he was in the mood to have his balls and ass hole sucked by that pretty mouth.
"Come over here," he said roughly.
"Please Danny," Marnie started to plead and then stopped realizing it was useless. There was nothing she could do to stop Danny from humiliating her again. Feeling the pangs of her conscience, she moved to the couch and stood waiting for the next command which she knew she'd obey without question.
"Spread those pretty legs of yours. I want to feel your cunt."
She started to lay down.
"No baby, you stand right there and take off your skirt. I want to see my fingers playing with your cunt."
Her face flushed in embarrassment and slowly she unbuttoned the skirt as he grinned up at her. It came off easily. She kicked it away with her foot as it dropped to the floor.
Marnie was naked to the waist. She hadn't bothered to put on her panties after the fucking in the car. Danny's prick throbbed as his eyes roamed over the soft white body.
"Now take your blouse off. Those tits of yours are too pretty to hide."
Without hesitation, she opened the buttons down the front and dropped it on top of her skirt. The air felt cool on her young perfect breasts. In spite of her helplessness, she felt strangely aroused as he looked at her naked breasts. The cool air had extended her nipples causing them to pucker. Goose flesh covered her naked body.
Danny's hands lid up the inside of her thighs until his fingers touched the still wet mound of her cunt. Teasingly spreading the lips, he forced his fingers into the hole and eased them up into her vagina. He laughed under his breath as the girl struggled to stand still and deliberately he pushed in deeper spreading the walls of her vagina. He felt the first flush of hot juice as the tight raw hole slowly relaxed.
Marnie fought against the sensations tearing up into her soft belly and into her skull. Her senses whirled as shock after shock twisted her body sensuously on his fingers. She was beginning to lose control of her body. His hands were driving her crazy.
Danny watched the young voluptuous body arching and twisting as he teased the succulent cunt in small erotic circles.
"Just a little bit more ... just a little more and she'd be hot enough to do anything. He sensed the urgency of the tremors beginning to ripple sensuously across her body. He smirked lewdly as he listened to her cries thick with desire.
Danny opened his pants and hurriedly pulled them off. He slipped his shorts down until his cock was standing straight up from his groin. He grinned as he saw the first drops of sperm collecting around the head. In a few moments, Marnie was going to drink it all right out of his cock. The anticipation of fucking the sweet pretty mouth made his cock jump. His balls tightened in a hot agony.
"Get down on your knees Baby and suck my ass hole and prick. Her mind rebelled at the obscene command but her fear overcame her revulsion. Slowly she kneeled, keeping her ass turned in his direction so that his fingers wouldn't slip out of her cunt. Hesitantly with tears in her eyes, she took the prick in her hand and brought it to her lips. She stared at the drops of sperm on the blood filled head and slowly stuck her tongue out, licking the sperm into her mouth. She swallowed nervously, tasting a man's sperm for the first time in her life. Her lipstick covered lips opened slightly and the smooth rubbery head slipped into her saliva filled mouth. She caressed the head with her tongue and then ran her lips down the length of the throbbing prick. Taking his balls in her hand she kissed them warmly and sucked them one at a time into her mouth. Her mouth bloated out as she caressed them against the soft velvet warm softness of her cheeks. She rolled them gently with her tongue and then let them slip out from between her wet lips. Spreading his thighs apart, she ran her tongue, licking and sucking into his crotch until her lips were at the small hole between the cheeks of his ass.
Danny's eyes bulged from the delicious sucking in his lut groin. He stared at the girls bobbing head, spreading his legs open, wishing she'd hurry up and put her lips on his ass hole. He groaned in sheer ecstasy. No broad had ever sucked him off like this. God, she was great, the best cocksucker he'd ever had.
Marnie stared at the tiny puckered hole for a moment and then spread it open with her fingers. Pushing her head into crease of his buttocks, she pushed her tongue into the elastic hole and through into his rectum. She felt his body shuddered as she forced her tongue in as deep as it would go and then teasingly flicked the tip against moist sensitive walls.
Feeling his body squirming wildly, she reached up with her hand and took hold of his swollen cock. And then she ran her fingers up and down the saliva covered flesh in rhythm to the sucking of his ass hole.
Marnie sucked wildly until she felt the prick begining to throb crazily in her hand. She knew he was getting ready to cum. Pulling her mouth away from the trembling ass hole, she slipped the swollen prick back into her mouth. The pungent taste filled her throat, poured into her mind and then burned into her belly until she was moaning wildly around the swollen flesh between her lips.
Marnie's eyes snapped open in surprise. The prick was growing in her mouth. Unable to catch her breath, she gagged and then quickly adjusted her mouth without missing a stroke. She ran her tongue feverishly up and down the sensitive skin feeling it throb and pulse against the elastic ring of her lips. The hot prick plunged in and out of her mouth in rhythm to the finger fucking in her cunt.
An animal like groan burst from her stretched mouth. Her back hollowed from the sudden lust tearing at her squirming belly. It rolled desperately as the fingers raped deep into her womb, stretching the tender walls until she was moaning in a frenzy of pain and raging lust.
She moaned as the prick slid out of the back of her throat.
"Oh ... oh ... you're driving me crazy. Please make me cum ... please ... I can't stand it ... , I can't stand it...."
The throbbing prick rushing back into her mouth rammed the rest of the words back into her throat. Her breath burst out in an erotic groan as an explosion was beginning deep in her writhing body. Desperately, she tightened her lips to make him cum. She wanted him to cum. She wanted it wetter, hotter. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste his juice, feel it pouring down her throat.
Danny writhed and jerked like a broken doll as the dam in his balls broke. His hips rammed forward driving the throbbing head deep into her throat as the hot sperm spurted into her mouth. She was nearly choking trying to swallow the thick hot liquid as the jetting prick covered the inside of her mouth with hot sperm.
Marnie screamed as her orgasm exploded in her heaving belly. It jerked her straight up, her sperm covered lips working loosely as she tried to breath. And then a groaning cry escaped from her straining throat and she writhed and twisted, fucking crazily back on the fingers in her cunt as if she'd lost her mind.
Marnie grunted her screams as the last conculsive spasm teased her just on the brink and then agonizingly doubled her over as it whipped through her body like a searing flame. Almost senseless, she fell forward exhausted on the floor....Words poured in an incoherent whisper from her lips.
"Fuck me Danny ... I want to be fucked ... please fuck me...."
CHAPTER 11
The lust in Mike's groin exploded hotly in his balls as he stared at the soft white cheeks waving in the air in front of him, an open invitation to be fucked. His knees pushed her thighs wider apart helplessly splitting the cheeks of her ass. Holding the top of the woman's thighs firmly in his hands, he pushed the fat hat of his cock tight against the puckered ass hole.
Her face flushed, the muscles of her stomach stood out as the skin between her buttocks stretched slowly and suddenly she moaned as the head popped into the moist cavern.
Mike's face broke into a sweat as he strained to open the tight hole. The sudden warmth was like a violent shock in his groin. His hips jerked again and again until the hard cock slowly disappeared inch by inch up the gyrating ass.
Delia screamed in pain as the surging prick reached deep into her shaking belly. And then in a haze of pain, she realized it was all the way in. She could feel the heavy balls caressing the lips of her cunt and she breathed a sigh of relief. And then her body was jerking and writhing as the prick started to fuck steadily in and out of her body. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the room as her ass flowed over his cock like a warm moist glove.
She gasped for air as the swollen head split the walls of her rectum until she was moaning in exquisite ecstasy. She began to move backward screwing her ass back onto the hard flesh as it rammed into her.
The thought of fucking the beautiful body at will inflamed Mike's mind and he plunged his cock in harder into the squirming ass listening to the groans of pain and pleasure as he ground it around inside her white quivering belly.
He knew she was his to do with as he wanted. There was no resistance left in the woman impaled on his cock. He would fuck her now as she'd never been fucked before and she was loving it. He grinned in ecstasy as he watched the firm white buttocks pushing back to meet the forward thrust of his cock, the arching hollows of her back, her long black hair falling over her face and back as she writhed in front of him.
Delia shouddered as the heat of the plunging prick seared the tight hole of her ass. Her belly swelled into a white shivering mound each time the swollen cock drove in to fill her rectum.
"OH God," she moaned into the bed, "Fuck me ... never stop ... never stop ... split my ass ... deeper ... go all the way in ... that's it ... all the way...."
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard a door open and close. Her glazed eyes looked around and for a moment stopped on a young figure standing in the doorway. But a hard thrust into her ass drove the flicker of recognition out of her mind.
Mike reached down and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and began driving his hips into her soft buttocks with hard vicious smacks. His breath came in short gasps as he felt his cock grow like a balloon.
Delia mumbled incoherently. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to feel his sperm shoot into her belly. She could feel a hot wetness between the cheeks of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a sensation of being filled, filled as she'd never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the mattress so that her ass was high in the air and the plunging cock could fuck her at will.
Marnie stared at the lewd spectacle of the man and woman on the bed. She could see the white glistening prick driving deep into the woman's body. She heard a familiar voice screaming out in obscene pleasure. But it couldn't be ... it couldn't be her mother....
She couldn't take her eyes away as the man throwing his head back shuddered at the excrutiating ecstasy as he started to cum. She could see the cock pulsing crazily in the tight hole and she moaned as if the hot sperm were shooting into her own body. She began to shiver as the woman screamed, the thick white juice spurting deep into her rectum.
Marnie groaned as she saw the white sperm pour out of the straining elastic ass hole and drip slowly down into the open pink cunt And then the woman turned her head and Marnie wanted to scream. It was her mother being fucked ... oh no ... oh ... no ... Wildly she looked at Danny for an answer and found nothing but a leering grin as he watched her. She didn't bother to resist as he put his arm around her shoulders, his hand moving into the top of her blouse to hold her naked breast.
And then she had her answer.
"Like mother, like daughter," he taunted. "Man she looks like a good fuck. Maybe I'll try a piece of your mother's cunt."
Marnie felt as if she was going to be sick. She fought the nausea in her stomach and shivered as Danny forced her to the side of the bed.
Monica looked from Danny to the girl and smiled seeing his hand on her breast. Now it was just a matter of entering mother and daughter till Matt got back. And that she knew wouldn't be too difficult. Slowly she ran her eyes over the young girl's body from the slim pretty legs to the high firm breasts. No ... it wouldn't be difficult at all. The idea excited her. Mother and daughter side by side entertaining her friends. Monica leaned back against the headboard enjoying the anguish on the girl's face.
Delia groaned as she felt the prick, now soft and empty, pulled out of the raw burning hole. Breathing heavily, she rolled over on her back and opened her eyes slowly. She tried to focus them through the obscene haze of pain and lust clouding her mind. She felt drained, exhausted of all energy, her belly bloated with hot thick sperm.
Her eyes found the slim legs at the side of the bed and again that twinge of familiarity sparked in her brain. For a moment she lay motionless and then....
"Marnie! She screamed her panic. Her eyes raced from the confused pained look on her daughters face, to the hand holding her breast to the grinning faces around her.
Monica slid off the bed and ambled to the side of the girl. Putting her hand on the girl's arm, she slowly ran her fingers up and down the soft velvet skin.
"Mike in case you didn't know it, this is the daughter."
Mike leaned up on one elbow and suggestively ran his hand up and down his still wet cock. He smiled at the girl eyeing the soft curves of her body.
"Baby, you look as good as your mother and if you fuck as good, we're going to have lots of fun. How was she Danny."
"Man, she was the greatest," Danny blurted eagerly, "hot and tight and once she got started and liked it ... man she took my prick up her cunt and nearly tore it off."
Marnie blushed furiously as she stared at her mother. She never felt so ashamed about anything in all her life. She didn't know what to say and felt tears starting in the corners of her eyes.
"She blushes so prettily don't you think Delia," Monica sneered, "I'd like to see her in bed. Maybe we should let Mike work on her a bit."
Angrily Delia sat up, her eyes blazing.
"Let her alone Monica. She's only a kid. Why are you doing this. You had your mind made up right from the beginning. Right from the time you came to the house. But why ... what are you getting out of all this."
"Let's just say for now I needed a mother and daughter act for my customers. It would be a novelty seeing a mother and daughter fucking together." She directed a knowing smile at Mike who was still looking at the girl, his hand still massaging his cock which was slowly inflating.
Delia was shocked. The impact of what Monica was suggesting caught her by surprise. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Monica was telling her that she and Marnie were going to be whores and had no choice in the matter. But there was one thing she'd forgotten and Delia felt her courage rising in her body.
"And what do you think my husband is going to be doing while we're being kept here. He'll call the police and sooner or later he's bound to find us."
Delia was bewildered her courage fading and Monica laughed loudly as if she'd just made some sort of a joke.
"Maybe when he gets back, I'll invite him down here and have his family display their new talents. And right now I'd like to see your daughters talents. Danny, why don't you try the mother. Her cunt is still nice and wet."
Delia stared. She couldn't believe it was happening. It was humiliating enough for Marnie to find her in bed this way but to watch her being fucked. With a stark realization of what was about to happen, she began to struggle, fighting and kicking to get off the bed.
Mike quickly fell on top of her to prevent her from escaping and pinned her roughly to the bed. His hands twisted viciously the soft flesh of her breasts until she was moaning limply.
"Be a good girl. My brother wants a little piece of your cunt."
Danny hurriedly stripped out of his clothes and mounted the bed. Grabbing her ankles, he levered her thighs back over her head until her cunt was open and waiting. She lay whimpering gritting her teeth as she felt the pulsing prick splitting the warm lips of her pussy. And then she groaned as it began to push into the tight opening of her vagina. She pulled her thighs back hard with her hands as the hot throbbing cock surged into the wet hole deep into her hot clasping vagina. Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath the long hard strokes and her face contorted with passion deep moans coming from her lips.
Marnie couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Her mother was willingly spreading her legs to be fucked. And she was enjoying it. She wanted to be fucked! She stared as her mother's arms wrapped around Danny's neck and she could see her lips sucking his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered in shame but she couldn't take her eyes away from the pink cunt, the prick wet with love juice, sliding in and out with a wet sweet sucking urgency. To Marnie it all seemed like a nightmare that would end soon. It wasn't really happening. She would wake up soon....
A tremor of fear rippled through her as she suddenly realized her breasts were being caressed. She looked around wildly into Mike's leering face.
"Now that your mother is being fucked, let's see what you're hiding under all that pretty clothes."
Before she could answer, his lips fastened on her mouth, his tongue slipping between her slightly open lips. He sucked deep in her mouth as his hands pulled her skirt up and caressed her soft belly and the cheeks of her ass.
Teasing the tender flesh until her breath was heating the inside of his mouth, he slipped his fingers into the crevisse between her trembling buttocks and into the soft lips of her cunt. Finding the tiny puckered ass hole and the one leading up into her vagina, he held her tight driving his fingers up into her body.
Marnie winced at the sudden shock of pain. And slowly he forced his fingers in deeper until cries tumbled from her throat into his mouth.
She felt the throbbing head of his cock pulsing against the soft mound of her cunt.
Her eyes snapped open as the fingers suddenly pulled out of her body. She stared bewildered for a moment and then stood trembling as she felt her clothes hurriedly being stripped from her body.
Mike removed her blouse and gasped as he pulled it away. The breasts were unbelievably firm and white, the nipples a soft glowing pink. Grabbing the edge of her skirt, he slipped it down off her hips and pushing her back on the bed, pulled it from around her ankles. He felt the heat bubble crazily in his groin as if he hadn't fucked for a week. God, this bitch was even more beautiful than her mother. Wildly he wished he had a permanent hard on so he could keep fucking each one in rotation until hell froze over.
"Baby ... Baby...." he husked, "I'm going to fuck you until you can't stand up."
He pushed her flat on her back spreading her thighs with his knees. She lay motionless as he levered her unresisting legs up off the bed far back over her head until her toes were touching the mattress on either side of her head. He leaned over her in a push up position, his cock aimed straight down at her helpless unturned cunt.
Marnie jerked as she felt the heavy cock touch the sensitive lips of her cunt and slid down the slit into the tender quivering hole. She sighed deeply spreading her legs as wide as she could as the rubbery head eased its way through the tight lips and surged into her vagina filling her belly to the bursting point.
Mike rammed it deep and slowly rotated his hips at the end of the stroke, scorching the sensitive walls of her womb. He grinned as her breath popped out of her throat. This little cunt has never been fucked this deep before. He watched her" belly puff out as he flattened the tender flesh of her thighs forcing her to take the last inch.
He felt the softness of her womb with the tip of his cock as he screwed his hips tight against the stretched cheeks of her ass. His head tingled and his prick throbbed as he heard the slight whimpers coming from her mouth. He wanted to fuck her right up to her nipples, to split her cunt wide open and he began to pant even harder as he thrust harder and faster into her body.
Marnie turned her head toward the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh. In a smoky haze she saw the squirming body of her mother. A soft smile played across her lips as she saw how similar they looked with their legs spread apart and a prick driving in each of their cunts. And she noticed another similarity that sent a twinge of heat racing along her back. They both liked to be fucked, they both enjoyed the feeling of hot flesh in their cunts. Like mother, like daughter. She tried to remember where she'd heard the exprsesion and then her senses reeled as a burning ecstasy flamed in her heaving belly, searing the steaming walls of her vagina.
"Do it to me," she cried through lust contorted lips," fuck me ... fuck me ... I want to cum ... please, I want to cum...."
He plunged again and again into her, grinding his hips as he fucked in and out of her clasping cunt. He felt his balls begin to swell as the beautiful body began to writhe violently beneath him.
Marnie whimpered again and again as the cock plunged deep into her screaming belly, enlarging the virginal end of her womb that gripped the swollen head like warm molasses. Forgotten was the humiliation of watching her mother being screwed, or the obscene words pouring out of her mouth. All that mattered was the fire raging out of control in her body flaming higher and higher by the hot fucking of his cock.
Marnie jerked her thighs back rocking on her hips as she felt the cock buried deep in her womb spurting hot and wet into her belly. She squirmed tight against his groin, holding the prick deep in her body as her vagina convulsed crazily sucking the last of the hot thick juice into her cunt. And then she screamed once as the orgasm lashed through her body shaking her violently against the bed. She writhed and twisted, clutching her lover tight in her arms as she fucked out her passion like a bitch in heat.
And then it was over. With a soft mewling sound, she collapsed with her head rolling slowly from side to side. A louder groan escaped from her lips as the half hard cock slipped out of her still throbbing cunt.
Mike sat back on his knees, grinning down at her as he tried to catch his breath. He put his finger on her cunt and slowly spread his sperm over the pink lips.
"Man oh man," he gasped, "I want some more of that. She is one beautiful screw."
Monica stood to one side of them, the naked heat of sex pouring out of her body. Her eyes held a gleam of sadistic lust as she watched the mother and daughter, their breasts heaving from the wild fucking they'd just gotten.
Mike reached out with his finger and slipped it between her cunt lips. Finding the clitoris, he teased it with his finger until it erupted into a quivering erection. Monica's lips bared back over her teeth.
"Baby, I wish I had something left. You can sure use a hot one."
"Save it for later. Right now we're going to have an initiation.
"What have you got in mind," he asked trying to remember when he'd ever seen such vindictive lust in a woman before. She had enjoyed watching them being fucked on the bed just as much as if she'd been doing it herself.
"Take a rest Mike. Mother and daughter are going to have a session together."
He watched her go out the door and return in a few moments carrying two large pricks in her hands.
"Warm them up a bit I want them to stretch their ass holes."
"If you don't take it easy, you'll wear them out completely," he chuckled but Monica wasn't listening. Her mind was on the two bodies beginning to squirm at the end of his fingers.
Delia's eyes fluttered open as she felt the gnawing ache starting again in her crotch. She turned toward Marnie next to her relaxed breathing slowly grow into tight little gasps. She watched the fingers playing between the girl's trembling thighs. Her tongue licked out at her parched lips as the smooth white belly began jerking in time to the caressing fingers. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognized the young face as her daughters and then it slipped from her memory as a sudden jolt of agonizing lust erupted in her brain. She stared as she saw the fingers sink into the glistening pink slit and slowly twist around deep in her body.
"Monica," she pleaded, "Let her alone. She'd had enough. I'll fuck Mike again if that's what you want but let my daughter alone."
"Right after you two have your own session together, you can have all the rest you want."
Delia wasn't sure what she meant and looked at her curiously not sure of what she had in mind.
"Now spread your legs over your daughter with your ass near her face."
"Monica please," she started to beg but Monica impatiently cut her off.
"Move your ass or I'll have Mike do it for you," she threatened coldly.
Realizing the futility of expecting any mercy from Monica, Delia slowly rolled over and straddled her daughter's young body. Her nostrils flared from the smell of sex drifting up from the young girl's cunt. She felt something touch her hand and her eyes opened wide as she recognized what it was. A rubber prick. Just like the one Monica had used on her only a little longer and a little thicker. She glanced "over her shoulder and saw the mate in Marnie's hand.
There was no doubt in Delia's mind what Monica wanted them to do. She stared at her daughter's tiny pink ass hole nestling between the soft white cheeks. It seemed so small ... too small to take the massive rubber prick in her hand. Fear for her daughter's safety flooded her mind but Delia also knew Monica would devise her own means for getting what she wanted.
Putting her lips over the soft elastic ring, she sucked the tender flesh until she felt it relax against the probing of her tongue. Stretching the hole open, she filled it with warm saliva as far as her tongue could reach. Then taking her mouth away, she positioned the rubbery tip at the entrance to her daughter's rectum. Then with all her strength, she pushed it into the tight resisting hole.
Marnie's breath came in a long whine as the rubber cock dug into her body. She twisted in pain as she felt her ass hole slowly stretching under the persistent pressure and then she was squealing in agony as it split through the tight ring, the hard tip buried just within the entrance to her rectum. She heard her mother's excited breathing as she impatiently spread the tight hole wider with her fingers and with short hard jabs, wormed the rubber prick in deeper into her straining ass.
Marnie screamed and twisted helplessly trying to pull away from the searing agony in her rectum. She felt it filling her body, stretching, straining, pushing deeper into her belly until she felt as if she was being torn in two.
Her eyes bulged as she screamed.
"No more ... no more ... mother please, I can't take anymore." And then a fire sparked in her belly erupting like a flash fire. Why not ... why shouldn't I fuck my mother. She likes it and like mother, like daughter.
She jerked crazily as she felt the cock plunging in and out of her ass. She opened her thighs wider making it easier making it easier for dildo to fuck deep into her rectum.
"Harder Mother," she grunted, "Harder ... drive it all the way inside of me ... Oh God ... that's it ... that's it....
Then. taking the rubber prick she still held in her hand, she quickly placed it between the round cheeks quivering only a few inches from her face. Ramming it in, she drove it the full length of the shaft and then jerked it back and forth furiously.
Delia screamed writhing in her own agonizing ecstasy. She tried as hard as she could to relax her burning hole as the pain took a new turn and slowly changed to one of pleasure. Her hand was jerking back and forth furiously pushing the dildo in and out as fast as she could. Marnie was doing the same as they rolled and humped in rhythm to the fucking of their asses.
Marnie chanted her passion out beneath her mother's sweat covered body, the hot juices exploding out of her like a tidal wave. Her body shuddered and with a wet sucking noise, the rubber prick slid out of her stretched ass hole as she writhed and twisted on the sweat covered sheets, the orgasm searing her nerves again and again and again....
By reflex alone, her hand continued to pump the cock into her mother's quivering buttocks until she suddenly arched up trembling, her muscles clenching tight holding the cock deep in her belly. She twisted it back and forth until she felt her mother's body shudder with a convulsive orgasm. She opened her mouth as the warm juice poured from between the open cunt lips and let it drip down into her throat. Their bodies quivered uncontrollably for a few long moments and then they both lay quietly. For minutes, there wasn't a sound in the room.
Monica was the first to speak.
"For an amateur Marnie, you did all right," she said sharply, "I'm glad you learn quickly. At the party you'll get a few more lessons you won't forget."
CHAPTER 12
Delia and Marnie stood quietly posed at the top of the long circular stairway, looking down into the noise filled salon. It seemed so long since they'd innocently walked up those same stairs, and yet they both could count the short days and the long hours. The only thing neither of them could remember was how many men had visited their rooms at all hours of the day and night.
And now although they were dressed alike, their hair drawn up in dark ringlets, the silver sheath gowns clinging tight to their hips and breasts, there was a more subtle change. Delia was no longer uncomfortable at being almost naked and having men stare at her. The dresses low cut in front and completely backless down to the small of her back, had two slim straps covering her nipples and holding up the dress. As she took a deep breath, Delia could feel her breasts swing heavily, the pink nipples sliding out from behind the thin material. But she didn't even bother to look down. Most of the men in the room had already seen her completely naked and had fucked her in bed. There was no longer an air of womanly innocence about Delia. Only a poised sensuality that seemed to flow from the pores of her body.
Smiling soberly, she turned her eyes to her daughter and stared for a moment recalling memories. And now it was as if she was looking at her twin. Slowly Delia raised her hand touching just the tips of her fingers to the velvet smooth undercurve of the girl's breast as if this was all she was ever going to have to remember. A tear glistened in the corner of her eye for a moment and then with a deep sigh, she took her daughter's arm. Once downstairs with the men, she knew Marnie would never be hers again.
"Ready Marnie," she asked as if announcing her own death sentence.
She nodded slowly in complete understanding.
"Ready for anything and everything and Mother," the fresh lipsticked lips opened in a girlish smile, "Don't worry, I can take care of myself. I can fuck with the best of them."
Delia smiled and putting her hand around the girl's waist, they walked down the stairs together, their hips swinging in unison.
Delia had no idea what the party was all about but she supposed it was the usual that she'd heard went on in houses like this. Look pretty on some guy's arm until he gets too hot to keep his pants up. Only here, Monica had already informed her, it was never to be a quick trip. They paid enough for an all night trip and Monica's grim warning had been to make sure she made it all night. The only rule of the house ... the girls do anything the customer wants.
Delia was surprised there were only about fifteen men in the room each one talking to one or two of the girls. Most of the men seemed to be about Matt's age or a few years younger. She scanned the faces wondering which was going to be hers for the night. Inwardly she shrugged. What difference did it make. They all wanted the same thing. A hot cunt with lots of action.
She glanced toward the bar and stopped in surprise, her foot in mid air. Matt! Her husband was here. He'd found her after all. She'd almost given up hope. She opened her mouth to scream his name and then gritted her teeth, keeping th words locked in her throat.
His arm was around Monica's waist. She could see the outline of his hand under the edge of her dress holding her breast very familiarly. It was as if they'd known each other for a long time.
Reaching the bottom of the steps, she smiled at a few of the men she recognized and walked with a deliberate hip swinging sensuality toward the bar.
Matt turned as he saw her coming. He lifted his drink in a mock salute and took a quick gulp.
"Hello Delia," he said, his eyes admiring her almost naked body as if he were seeing it for the first time, "Monica has been telling me how well you've been doing."
"I'd like a double scotch," she asked trying to be calm.
Matt signaled the waiter.
Delia took the glass and emptied it in a single gulp. She didn't speak until she'd had it refilled.
"You don't look surprised we're here."
"No, in fact I requested Monica to get you here. It was you who wanted to get into my business so I helped you."
"But why Marnie," she asked slowly her mind screaming at the thought that her own husband had made her into a whore. And then with a shock she realized that was why he'd come to the party. He wanted to see her get fucked by other men.
"Very simple Delia. Marnie has only one thing to learn and that's how to take care of a man. Since she's so young, she'll have only special clients that Monica will pick out for her until she finds somebody rich to marry."
Delia looked around slowly sensing a change in the room. The couples were sitting in a semi circle around an oversized bed. Some of the girls had already taken off their dresses and a few of the men had also stripped. It was like a pagan orgy of lust. And Marnie ... her future flashed before her eyes. She was the most innocent and they were going to make her perverted, insane with sexual lust.
Her husband looked at her with a detached interest. He was here not because of her plight but what another man playing with her could do to excite him. He smiled as Monica slid her hands down the front of his pants and played with the half hard flesh of his penis.
Delia stared at him. It was not her husband at all and he could never be again. For them, marriage was a partnership in adultry. She accepted the fact coldly and sipped her drink slowly. After tonight, she was going to be alone with nothing but men. Men to eat, men to sleep with, men to fuck and suck. She pivoted around suddenly and laughing gaily, held up her glass in a salute.
"To a new and exciting life Matt." She emptied the glass.
"I suppose Monica is the madam as you call it."
"Yes," Monica cut in obviously enjoying the situation, "You'll take your orders from me and do anything and everything I tell you."
"And I suppose you have something for me to do now," she asked knowing the bed was waiting for someone to fill it.
"We're going to play school and you're the teacher. The class is going to gather around the bed and you're going to teach us all about sex. All the men have drawn numbers so I think you'll have enough pupils."
"What number do you have Matt," she asked matter-of-factly.
"10...."
Her lips curled into a sensuous smile.
"I'll save a piece for you," and without waiting for a reply turned sharply on one foot and crossed to the bed with a deliberate undulating swing of her hips. Stopping before the altar of sex, she turned again and stared into her husband's eyes. Then provocatively, she untied the straps from around the nape of her neck letting them drop teasingly from in front of her breasts. Wiggling her hips, she slide the dress over her breasts. Wiggling her hips, she slid the dress over her thighs amid the cheers and laughter of her audience.
Delia felt her calm emptiness evaporate out of her body replaced with a quivering desire as she slid up on the bed. It was as if just the idea of a man in bed with her, just the thought of being fucked was enough to start the warm tingling sensations in her cunt. Her belly was beginning to ache at the anticipation of being fucked. She lay down on her back and turned her head to watch the spectators as she opened her legs to give them a clear view of her cunt. She put her fingers on either side of the narrow slit and slowly opened the lips with her fingers until her crotch was nothing but gaping pink flesh. She could see the others already naked playing with breasts and pricks. Through the smoky haze she could see her husband, his fingers moving, in Monica's open cunt as she squirmed her hips down into his hand.
Slowly Delia inhaled forcing her courage up to the fullest. She was going to make them all jealous. They wanted a fucking party and she was going to give them one they'll never forget.
Staring at her husband, Delia spoke softly but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"One," and lay back with her eyes closed waiting.
The heavy body of a man flowed over her. She groaned softly as his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body. His mouth moved hungrily over her neck and shoulders down to her hard nippled breasts. He sucked gently at the hardened tips bringing gasps of mixed pain and pleasure from her with little bites. Then his lips moved down to her belly scorching the soft skin with his teeth and tongue. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and roughly raised her hips up high. Hot with a growing desire, she reached down between his thighs. She massaged the swollen cock between her fingers until it was jumping in her hand. Then quickly rubbing the tip through the pink lips of her hungry pussy, she fitted the oversized head cautiously into the entrance of her vagina. Then amid the gasping excitement of her audience, she jerked her hips up driving the whole cock with a wild surge
' down into her cunt. Her hips gyrated in a wild frenzy, her legs locked tight around his back, holding him deep in her moist vagina. He came quickly. Grunting her satisfaction, she spiralled her hips up on his cock burying it deep in her belly as the hot juice splashed into her womb. And then as she felt the cock deflating in her cunt, she opened her legs letting the man roll away from her.
Before Delia could call another number, a man leaped from the audience and grabbed her ankles raising her legs until her knees were jammed tight against her breasts. As she lay completely exposed, in a violent thrust, plunged his throbbing cock deep into her sperm filled pussy.
"AAAAgggghhhh," he groaned as he felt the tight walls of her cunt squeeze along the length of his cock. Under him, her body quivered from the delicious fucking as his hips slapped loudly against the soft flesh of her upturned ass. The swollen head bounced against the top of her womb writhing, her cunt hot and pulsating.
The man rammed into her again and again rotating his hips at the end of each stroke, splitting the walls of her hot pulsating vagina. She began to buck crazily, arching and rearing her ass like a bitch in heat. His body strained against her ramming his prick into the hot sucking hole with brute force.
He gave a hoarse little cry as his cock pulsed wildly sending spurt after spurt of hot thick juice into her writhing belly. She felt the sudden warmth wash through. And then her body was trembling. Delia, writhing in the midst of her coming orgasm, whimpered in tight little breathless moans. The wild ejaculating sperm burst into her like a hot geyser filling the whole of her belly like a rampaging flood. The thick hot juice gushed into her vagina exploding the hungry tension shivering inside of her. Her own juices swirled from deep in her womb mixing obscenely with the hot cum juice still spurting from the cock buried in her churning cunt. And with one last scream, she kicked her quivering legs far out on either side of the rampaging buttocks fucking her and then collapsed totally satisfied on either side of the man's body.
The room quieted except for the heavy gasps for breath. Everyone stared awestruck by the violence of the two bodies fucking.
Delia lay quietly unable to move as the man pulled his deflated cock out of her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked to where she knew her husband was sitting. She groaned her mental anguish. Her husband was fucking Marnie. He was fucking his own daughter. Her eyes stared as she watched the cock disappear into the open slit between the girl's legs. He was fucking her hard, driving his swollen prick hard and deep into her cunt. She could see the beads of perspiration on her forehead as she strained to take the whole prick into her body.
And then through the shock of her mind, she felt another man reaching for her. She was pulled on top of him, his prick slipping into her sperm filled cunt. Then holding her hips, he rode her up and down the length of his cock, bouncing her harder and harder against his groin. It began to hurt. The tender hole was raw from the previous fucking. She groaned in pain as each time she slid down the full length of the tormenting prick, his hips snapped up speeding the re-entry until the swollen head slammed against the sensitive walls of her womb.
"No more ... please ... I hurt ... My cunt burns ... let me rest ... please let me rest."
But he didn't stop and drove in harder relishing the moans that broke from her tortured throat. And then, through the stupor of pain, she heard Monica calling numbers.
Why was she calling her numbers. I'm supposed to do that, not Monica ... stop it ... stop it ... I'll call who I want. I'm the teacher ... I'm doing the fucking ... But the words never left her parched mouth.
She gasped in surprise as she was pushed forward, her breasts mashed against the man's heaving chest. Someone's fingers were spreading the cheeks of her ass. She struggled as she felt the hard rubbery head of a cock stabbing at her ass hole. The hands kept spreading the soft fleshy cheeks wider and wider apart until she thought the flesh was going to split. She jerked squirming violently on the cock driving in her cunt as she felt the tight ring of her ass hole stretching ... straining and then suddenly pop open. The heat of the hard pulsing head filled her rectum as it began to force its way into her body.
She could feel the pricks rubbing together deep in her belly, only the thin membrane separating the swollen heads. She was writhing in agony. It hurt like fire but she was in ecstasy ... a lovely sensual pain tearing through her crotch. Her breath came in a long whine as she wiggled furiously on the ends of the two pricks in her belly. The prick in her ass tore viciously into the tight resisting channel, making her groan in a masochistic delight that begged him not to stop.
"Oh God harder...." she moaned, "fuck me harder...."
Obediently, the cocks rammed harder into her writhing body.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered Monica had called three numbers. Where was the other one ... there was one more she had to make cum....
As if in answer, two hands twisted in her hair holding her head still. The fingers tightened her scalp until her mouth opened in pain. A prick slid deep into her throat and she moaned excitedly. All the holes were filled. She sucked desperately, swirling her tongue, her tight ovaled lips sliding up and down hungrily, filling her mouth like her cunt and rectum. She felt the same everywhere. Full of juicy pricks and hot. She could feel the pricks beginning to swell in all the holes and she knew they were about to cum. And then the pricks began to jerk wildly spurting forth a flood of hot sperm into all the caverns. She gulped swallowing instinctively, the hot thick liquid burning her mouth as it slid over her tongue into her throat. She worked her lips on the prick sucking it until it was completely dry.
The thick love juice boiling in her womb ignited the explosion. It ripped through her until she was shuddering ecstatically in the throes of an agonizing lust from the warm sperm filling all her holes. It whipped through her until her muscles screamed in a tense exquisite agony that choked her breath in her throat. And with a scream of heavenly ecstasy pouring from her cock filled mouth, she slowly sank almost senseless on the bed.
Delia heard voices. The room was filled with sounds of those caught in their own web of passion. She looked toward where she knew her daughter was. A cold chill teased along her spine as she watched her daughter on her hands and knees. She could see the giant cock reaming her ass, her body shuddering with every thrust into her rectum. And another in her mouth, the pretty red lips stretched tight around swollen glistening cock.
She turned her eyes toward her husband and smiled to herself. This was her moment of revenge. He was fucking Monica....
Weakly she called out....
"10 - I want number 10."
And she closed her eyes until she felt a familiar body cover hers and a very familiar prick slide easily up into her sperm filled cunt. She pulled up her knees and settled down comfortably for a long delicious fucking.
She looked up into his eyes and saw they were smiling at her.
"Is this what you wanted Matt?"
"Now at least you're a woman," he grunted on the in stroke.
Slowly Delia put her hands around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. She kissed him slowly, long and hard. She eased her mouth away slowly.
"I love you Matt ... I love you ... I love you," she laughed gaily. "Now fuck me good like you want ... After all I'm still your wife and loving ... whore...."
