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....