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.
"Yes ... oh yes ... Fuck faster ... I'm cuming ... I'm ccuuuuummmming."
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...."