Chapter 2
When Marna got home from school, the telephone was ringing. Picking up the phone hastily, she shouted, "Hello!"
"Is that the way a lady answers the phone?" asked her mother's voice.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I was outside and couldn't get the key in the door and thought I was going to miss getting here on time, and I didn't want you to hang up before I got here, and ..."
"Yes, yes, dear. I understand. I'm glad you made it too. Now calm down. I have something to tell you. It's important that you get it straight. Are you listening?"
"Yes, Mom. What is it?"
"A friend of mine should be arriving there at the house very shortly. I promised to meet him this afternoon. I thought I could leave the office early today. We had an emergency, though, as usual. You know how it is, dear. Anyway, I can't leave now, and I'm probably going to be late getting home tonight. So when he comes, just tell him I can't see him now, that I'll call him later. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mom. I'll tell him. But how will I know if it's the right person?"
"He's tall with dark hair. His name is Seth."
"Oh, okay. I'll tell him, Mom. See you when you get home."
Marna could hardly think as she put down the receiver. Her heart was pounding with such excitement that she could scarcely breathe.
The handsome Seth, the man she had watched fucking her mother nearly out of her mind the night before was coming here.
Marna had been dreaming about him all day long. She had been unable to keep her mind on studying or what the teachers were discussing. All she could think of was how the man's muscular ,body and big cock had looked as he stood naked beside her mother's bed and how his ass looked as it flexed again and again, forcing the long prick in and out of her mother's gaping twat. Now he was coming here!
Marna had to smile to herself at the idea of her mother as her rival. What a strange thought that was.
Then the image of the huge, plunging cock flashed through her mind once again, and Marna resolved that she was not going to lose her chance. She would figure out some way of telling the man what she wanted from him.
After all, why should her mother have a monopoly on all the fucking? Wasn't there room for her as well? Just because Cleo was divorced and free to date any man she wanted, Marna felt that she still did not have exclusive rights to them.
Just as Marna was wondering about how she should dress to meet the stranger, there was a knock at the door. Again, she was thrown into panic. What would she do? What should she say? How could she let him know that she wanted to lose her cherry to his big, probing cock?
Well, she would just have to decide that as she went along.
Taking a deep breath, Marna opened the door. The tall man was wearing a tight-fitting sport shirt and Levi's. The pants were tight and faded, revealing the huge bulge at his crotch. Little did he know that the girl knew in detail what the bulge looked like in the flesh.
"Hi," he said. "You must be Marna. Is your mother here?"
"Come on inside," Marna said, her voice ringing in her ears. Seth followed her into the hall.
She closed the door. "Won't you sit down in the living room? Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.
"I'm here to see your mother. Is Cleo at home?"
"Yeh, well, I mean . . . Please sit down, won't you?" Marna said, pointing out a chair.
The man sat down, obviously confused by the girl's failure to tell him whether Cleo Thompson was at home or not.
Marna sat down in a chair opposite his.
"It's been a nice day, hasn't it?" Marna said.
"Yes, very nice. Maybe you didn't understand me, Marna. I asked if your mother was here. I was supposed to meet her here this afternoon."
"Ah, yes, Mother did call," Marna said, trying to stall. Then, with sudden inspiration, she blurted, "She asked me to entertain you. She's been held up a little bit."
"Oh, I see. At the office?"
"Yes, at the office."
"One of Dad's emergencies again, I suppose."
"Dad's?"
"Yes, my father is Ray Scott, the man your mother works for. She's his secretary."
"Oh, I see," the girl said, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to say next.
"Is your brother here? Mark, is that his name?"
"Yes, Mark. No, he's out for sports at school, so he had to stay for practice. He won't be home for about an hour."
"So it's just you and me?" the man asked, smiling at her.
"Yes, that's right," Marna replied.
"Well, my name's Seth Scott, and I'm glad to have a chance to visit with you. Cleo's told me such nice things about you."
"How long have you known Mother?" Marna asked.
"Just since yesterday when I had stopped by my father's office. He introduced me to his new secretary, and that was your mother. We got acquainted really fast."
"I'll say you did. Especially last night."
"How did you know I was here last night?"
Marna could not help smiling to herself. Suddenly, everything was taking care of itself.
"I saw you," Marna said flatly.
"You did?" the man asked, his voice cracking and betraying his surprise. "Where?"
"In my mother's room. I was standing out in the hall when you and she were in there together. The door was ajar."
"What did you see?" the man stammered.
"Everything," Marna replied, looking him straight in the eye.
Seth looked down at his feet, embarrassed and unable to meet Mama's gaze.
Suddenly, Marna found herself feeling sorry for the man.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't be upset. I'm not."
"But, if you saw me with your mother, and saw us, well ..."
"Fucking?" Marna finished for him.
"Yeah, that," Seth said, swallowing hard.
"Look, to be honest, there's only one thing that bothered me."
"What's that?"
"That it was Mom you were fucking and not me," Mama stated flatly.
"You mean that?" Seth asked, his mouth falling open and his eyes big.
"Sure I mean it. The minute I saw you standing beside the bed with all your clothes off, I started shaking all over, I wanted you so bad."
"But you're so ... so young."
"So what? I'm old enough. I been bleeding for six months now. I'm ready, as ready as any woman."
"Ready? Does that mean you're a, well, a virgin?"
"Yeah, that's right. Does that scare you? I thought men were supposed to like that."
Marna let her legs fall open. Slowly and deliberately, she reached down and pulled her short skirt far up her creamy thighs, making sure Seth could see all the way up to her white panties.
"You'd like to break my cherry, wouldn't you, Seth? Wouldn't you like to fuck with a virgin? Someone like me?" Marna whispered.
"Yeah, yeah, I sure would," Seth mumbled, his eyes glued to the white-covered crotch.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Marna's fingers were between her legs, running over her crotch, outlining her cunt crack for the staring man.
"But what about Cleo?"
"She doesn't have to know anything about it."
"But isn't she coming home soon? You said she told me to wait."
Marna could see Seth's prick swelling and nosing its way down his tight pants leg. It was becoming as big and stiff as it had been when she saw it last night.
Seth licked his lips with excitement, and Marna remembered how that red tongue had looked tickling its way into her mother's gaping twat. Soon, she knew now, it would be snaking into her own pussy.
"I lied about my mother. She's not coming home until late. She can't meet you here this afternoon."
"Is that true? How do I know you're not lying to me right now?"
"Why would I do that? I don't want Mom to catch us fucking any more than you do." Marna thought a minute and then added with a grin, "Or any more than she would have wanted me to catch the two of you in bed last night."
"I suppose that does make sense."
''Listen, you don't seem very excited about all this. Maybe you're not interested."
"Sure," Seth replied quickly. "Of course I'm interested. I'm just wondering what to say, that's all. I mean, it's not every day a guy gets a chance to fuck a virgin, let alone have her practically throw herself at him. Of course I'm interested."
"Then why don't you show me?" Marna asked, still fingering her cunt through her white panties.
Seth stood up. His long, stiff cock protruded along the leg of his tight Levi's, fully inflated now and jerking with life. He moved across to where Marna was sitting.
Marna's legs were spread and her skirt was hiked up.
The man knelt before the teenager. He reverently placed one hand on each of her knees, pushing her legs even farther apart. Looking up into her face for a moment, he smiled, his eyes already glazing over with lust. Then his gaze moved down to the white spot between her legs where her young slit was so clearly outlined by the flimsy fabric. He moved his head toward the spot, his mouth opening and closing, hungry and ready to begin exploring the heart of her virgin cunt.
Seth opened his mouth as wide as possible and pressed it against the smooth, white fabric. Probing at the cloth with his eager tongue, he began running it along the crease of her pantied virgin twat.
Already the panties were growing damp as the first drops of Mama's cunt soaked through them. Seth probed a little more, bringing more and more of the cunt-juice to the surface. Greedily he sucked it through the fabric into his hungry mouth.
"Do you like that? Does it taste good?" Mama moaned.
"Yeah, I like it. It tastes great, sexy, wonderful."
"As good as my mother's?"
"Yeah, better, fresher, different from hers," Seth answered, impatient to have to stop to reply to the teenager's questions.
Seth was turned on now, bent upon fucking this slim young girl, and nothing could stand in his way. He sucked harder, pulling more and more of her cunt-juice into his mouth.
"Oh, that feels so good!" Marna moaned. "I never knew anything could feel like this. Don't you want to take my panties off, so you can suck me even more?"
The man grunted and reached upward, grabbing at the thin fabric of the white panties, trying to drag them down Mama's slim legs.
She helped him, hooking her thumbs under the elastic and pushing the panties down her thighs.
Just at that moment, there was the sound of footsteps on the porch.
"Oh, oh, stop! It's my brother, home from football practice. He mustn't see us like this!"
Marna pushed Seth away from her with such force that he fell backward onto the floor. She had no more than smoothed down her skirt, when her brother, Mark, came bursting in.
He stopped, looked in amazement at the man flat on his back on the carpet.
"What's going on? How did this happen, Marna? Is he hurt?"
"No, nothing's wrong, Mark. He just tripped, that's all." -
As Seth scrambled to his feet, Marna tried desperately to pretend that nothing was wrong.
"Mr. Scott," she said. "This is my brother, Mark Thompson. Mark, this is Mr. Seth Scott. We were just leaving."
"Leaving? Where are you going?"
"Just out. I'll be back in a little while. Mom won't be home till late. I'll fix your supper as soon as I get back."
"Okay ... I guess. You sure you ought to be going off like this without getting Mom's permission?"
"I did get her permission. She called here and I asked if I could go. Besides, it's none of your business anyway."
"Okay, okay. Nice meeting you, Mr. Scott," Mark said, disappearing into the kitchen.
"Come on, Seth. Let's get out of here. I know a place we can go."
"Are you sure? I'm not sure it's all right."
"What are you worried about, that I'll rat on you? I want this just as much as you do, maybe more. Come on!"
Marna went directly to his car and got in.
With a shrug, Seth slipped in behind the wheel.
"Okay, where to?"
"Drive to the park. You know, the one near the edge of town."
He started the car. "You sure no one'll see us there?"
"Positive. I have a secret place there, a place where I go when I want to be alone. Nobody else even knows where it is."