Chapter 1
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.