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.