Chapter 7
Delia walked down the crowded street with Monica, her mind rebelling in shame. She felt as if everyone was staring at her and deliberately walked just out of reach of the glare of the street lights.
Oh God, she thought, if Matt ever saw her dressed like this....Monica had picked out the dress and insisted she wear it. At first she had felt wickedly daring when she'd looked at herself in the mirror. The blouse was a flesh colored sheer material with two small round dots just over the nipples. The skirt was the same flimsy material and reached just below the creases of her buttocks. And she wasn't wearing any panties.
Monica had fitted her with a tiny G string, the thin gauze covering just over the mound of her cunt. She could feel the thin string pulling tight between her cunt lips and up between the cheeks of her ass. The one around her waist was almost invisible and she blushed as she remembered what she looked like. It was as if she was completely naked ... as if she wasn't wearing anything. She could see her whole body and when she'd turned around, the round full cheeks of her ass and the delicious crease were plainly visible. In the darkness she knew she must look completely nude.
And then she blushed again as she thought of sitting down. The thin gauze was just big enough to cover the mound of her cunt but it didn't reach down between her thighs to cover the slit of her cunt. And the skirt was so short, it would pull up over her thighs leaving her almost completely naked for everyone to see. She hoped Monica had someplace dark in mind.
A Cadillac slid up to the curb and stopped.
"Hey Monica! . ... Monica!!
Monica turned and waved her hand in a greeting.
"There's our escort for tonight," she whispered to Delia and called out. "Hi Mike...."
Delia saw the dark haired rugged face behind the steering wheel. He appeared to be in his early forties and not too bad to look at.
"What if somebody sees us," she asked nervously, her conscience aroused at the embarrassment of being almost nude with a man other then her husband.
"We'll ask them to join us," she smiled seeing the look of concern and fright on Delia's face. "If it makes you feel any better, I know him. Come on...."
Before Delia could protest, Monica took her by the hand and led her to the car.
"Hi," she laughed cheerfully, "doing a little slumming.
"The same as you are," he grinned eyeing Delia's almost nude figure. She stared straight ahead as she felt his eyes moving over the curves of her body. In spite of the darkness, she felt herself get warm with embarrassment.
Mike felt his prick stirring in his pants. So this was the woman he was supposed to fuck for the rest of the night. At least Monica had good taste. His mouth widened in an appreciative grin at the way she was dressed. Undoubtedly that too was Monica's idea and damn it, he mused, it sure as hell was a good one.
"Look, how about doing it together. Nothing like having two beautiful women in one night."
"Do you think you're big enough," she smiled suggestively.
"By the way, this is Delia Stevens, my next door neighbor."
Mike nodded, his eyes looking through the sheer material at the full hanging breasts and then up to Delia's blushing face.
"If you have anymore neighbors like this, I'm going to move to your street," he grinned.
But to Delia, it was more like an obscene smirk. She tried to find a quick plausile excuse for not going but before she could utter a word, she found herself being pushed into the car. The whole side of her body was pressed against him as the three crowded into the front seat. She tensed as the side of her breast touched his arm and then forced herself to relax. After all, what could he do in the open front seat of a car. And besides Monica was sitting next to her.
"Where would you like to go, he asked the smirk still fixed on his lips. He knew exactly where they were going but he asked the question merely as a routine.
"I don't know. I guess anywhere you suggest," she answered throatily trying to feel as daring as her clothes.
"How about something riske. Something to turn two beautiful women into two wanton whores," he chided.
"Do you think you can take care of the two of us," Monica giggled.
"No but I'd sure as hell like to try. What about you Delia?"
"I've been around a bit," she said bravely wondering just how riske was Mike's idea, "If it's OK with Monica it's alright with me."
And then she wondered what she's let herself in for. The only thing she'd ever seen in her whole life that was off color was a stag film and she hadn't stayed to see all of it. She was too ashamed. And the idea that she looked like the woman on the screen, her cunt wide open, the swollen prick deep in her belly. She shuddered as she remembered that must have been what she'd looked like in the afternoon when Monica had....
"How about the club tonight Monica," Mike's voice cut in before she could finish.
"It's a good idea and I think they're having a small circus tonight for a few of the more important guests. But I don't know about Delia. She might want to go home early."
Again the inference at her innocense and Delia was annoyed. She'd done everything Monica had asked of her even giving her, her body. What more did she want!
"Bed is where you find it," she snapped defensively and blushed furiously realizing what she had said.
"And with who," Mike chimed in.
"And with who," Delia slowly agreed.
But underneath, she felt as if she shouldn't have spoken so quickly but it was too late now. She squirmed slightly trying to ease away as Mike's thigh pressed intimately against hers. And then with a quick laugh, he sent the car weaving up the back streets of the French Quarter.
Delia stared at the bright gay lights listening to the exciting musical rhythms of the bayous filling the night air. She relaxed and didn't mind it when Mike put his arms around her shoulders. But when his hand had cupped her right breast, she had moved quickly to keep it away. But Monica's body prevented her from squirming out of his grasp. She could feel the nipple of her breast leap erect when he touched it and she was sure he'd felt it too when his fingers closed possessively over the full fleshy mound. Her fears rose again but she quickly locked them out of her mind. She show Monica she wasn't an innocent kid. She'd be a good sport and join in the fun. She shuddered gently as she let the hand roam over her almost naked breasts. She glanced at Monica smiling defiantly into the watching eyes. Monica nodded her approval and then looked away leaving her alone with Mike.
Delia sighed with relief as the car stopped in front of a large iron gate. She was surprised when Monica left the car and opened the lock with a key from her purse. And she blinked again at the lavish manor house at the end of the winding driveway. It was like being an another world. You couldn't even hear the noise from the streets.
Suspicions filled her mind again as Mike's hand moved around her waist and up to the curve of her breast. He led her through the door letting the heavy mound bounce softly against the palm of his hand.
Delia's eyes opened wide. My God, she thought, this is like a Hollywood set. The lavish circular bar at the far end of the room crowded with almost nude females and middle aged men in tuxedos. The soft low couches spread around the room and in the back, the large circular stairway leading up to the bedrooms, she mused.
And Mike was leading her up those stairs! And everybody was looking at her, their heads turning in her direction. She could feel the men's eye's staring at her body. She knew they could see her quivering ass as she walked and as she got higher on the steps, they'd also see her cunt. A hot tingling in her belly made her heart pound and hurriedly she walked up the remaining few steps.
At the far end of the hall Mike opened a door and waited until she was inside with Monica before he closed and locked it. She looked around curiously. It was the most lavishly decorated room she'd ever seen. Long low couches were arranged in a semi circle facing a draped wall. And just to the left, she could see into the bedroom. And just beyond the door an oversized bed that could hold at least six people. If she'd ever seen a room made for an orgy, this one was it.
Delia turned as the-sound of ice cubes in a glass mixed with those of hi fi music in the room. Sitting down, she leaned against the back of the couch, tucking her feet up comfortably under her buttocks. Modestly she pressed her knees together turning them away from where Mike stood behind the bar watching her. She forced a smile to her face as she remembered his hand on her breast. She had never felt so humiliated but why had she let him continue....why was she sitting so calmly now while he was stripping her naked even now with his eyes. And he obviously had other things on his mind.
"Well let's have a drink and Delia and I can continue from where we left off."
Delia was shocked at the sudden impact of what he was suggesting.
"Relax Delia, don't be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you ... not just yet anyway."
And they laughed and Delia gulping her drink forced herself to smile. She gulped her drink staring helplessly at Monica. She pleaded silently with her eyes for help and suddenly realized that none would be forth coming. There was a peculiar glint in her eyes. They were shining with an expectation she'd never seen before.
Delia made up her mind. She'd wait till after this so called circus and ask to be taken home. The warmth of the alcohol crept through her body causing a slight tingling sensation to ripple across her skin. She glanced at Monica and Mike out of the corner of her eyes, their heads together, whispering. Their eyes glancing in her direction made her sure they were talking about her. The uneasiness returned shaking her relaxed self confidence. She tried to remain calm but the chills running along her spine made her feel weak beginning with her knees. She tried to collect her thoughts as she slowly poured herself another drink from the bottle on the table conveniently in front of her. There was something frightening about Mike but she couldn't put her finger on it. He was good looking in a cruel sort of a way and instinctively she knew she must be careful.
She jumped as Mike suddenly moved away from the couch toward the draped wall. She heard him adjusting the draperies and then the click of a switch. The got the shock of her life as the wall suddenly glowed showing a room with a stage on the far side. It was a two way mirror!
Mike laughed under his breath as he caught the look of surprise on her face.
"Hey Monica, we're forgetting our guest and she's too beautiful to be left alone. That delicious body of her deserves some personal attention," and he laughed louder as the embarrassment flickered across her face.
"Don't you think you've already paid enough personal attention to this body for one night," she protested softly.
"No but right now let's dance. You don't mind Monica."
"No ... go right ahead and enjoy yourself," Monica said eagerly, an erotic purr in her voice.
Delia with a sense of dread coursing through her as she saw the open look of lust in Mike's eyes, allowed herself to be pulled up from the couch. She slipped into Mike's arms and felt them close around her. Their bodies met and started to dance to the slow beating rhythm. Her breasts strained through her dress at him. and she could feel his leg slip between her thighs as they danced. A light dampness eased its way from her vagina to the pink lips of her cunt as the rough material of his suit rubbed under her skirt against her naked crotch. It was as if she were masterbating while she danced. She tried to pull away feeling a warning bell ringing in the back of her mind but the arms tightened, holding her closer.
Delia closed her eyes, the beat of the music pulsing in her mind. She could feel her breasts heaving against Mike with only the thin material of her dress between his chest and her throbbing nipples.
She twisted her head and looked down the length of her body. She groaned in embarrassment. The skirt was above her thighs. She could see the full curves of her buttocks but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. The music beat excitedly and Delia jerked her body to the rhythm. She bent backwards opening her thighs to let Mike in. His hand pulled her hips closer until his throbbing cock was rubbing against her naked cunt. She ground her hips against him, her mouth opening and closing, breathing heavily at the fire growing inside of her. She could feel their bodies touching. She imagined what it would be like in bed. The prick slipping up inside her cunt. She opened her legs further and then the music stopped.
Delia awoke as if from a stupor at the sudden silence.
She pulled out of Mike's arms and sat down almost breathless on the couch. She jumped as Mike sat down alongside of her.
"Your friend has a beautiful body," he said to Monica talking between breaths, "I think we should see all of it."
"Why not," Monica laughed softly and laughed at incredulous look on Delia's face. "I told Mike what we were doing this afternoon and I thought he'd like to see some of it before the circus."
Delia was too amazed to speak at what Monica was suggesting. She wanted to put on her own performance for Mike and she was talking about is just as calm as if she was asking for a cup of tea.
Taking the glass Mike was holding out to her, she gulped the contents quickly feeling the alcohol hit the bottom of her stomach in a flush of heat.
She stared at Monica relaxing on her back, her breasts pushing up hard through the sheer dress. She could see the exciting erection of her nipples, Monica wanted to do it! She was already excited just thinking of the idea.
"I won't ... I can't," she protested hotly, "I've done enough already. If I let it go any further, I'll never be able to face my husband again."
"Relax Delia, nobody is asking you to do anything you don't want to do. Nobody will know and a pretty gal like you with a body like yours should have a little fun."
"Monica!" Delia rebuked angrily, "You don't mean you ... you're going to go to bed with....with Mike"
Monica shrugged and sat up, her breasts swinging heavily
"I'm a big girl Delia. If I want to ... that's exactly what I'm going to do. What are you afraid of ... you might like it."
"I'm not afraid of anything," Delia said defensively," I can take care of myself."
"Alright, then show me," Monica chided, "If you're a big girl you have nothing to do but enjoy yourself. "Now I told Mike what a pretty body you have ... shall we show him!"
Mike chuckled and poured himself another drink and handed one to Delia. She drained the glass immediately and Mike poured her another. This one went down as easily as she anxiously wanted to dull her inhibitions.
Mike recognized the effects of the alcohol as Delia suddenly sat up tipsily on the edge of the couch. Leaning towards her, he pressed his open mouth against the upper curve of her breast sucking the soft flesh through the almost nonexistent material.
Delia shivered as she felt herself being pulled back on the couch, her feet dangling on the floor. She closed her eyes as Mike's hands slowly pushed her knees apart and slid hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her skirt. She jerked as they pulled the gauze of the G string to one side and teased in the hairs of her cunt. She groaned as a finger moved into the slit and caressed the quivering flesh. She moaned at her humiliation and then moaned again as a finger found the moist hole leading into her body and pushed slowly inside. Her breath whistled out of her throat.
Delia felt the couch shift with the weight of a body and knew it was Monica as her sweet perfume filled her nostrils. She let herself be pulled into a sitting position and lifted her buttocks as she felt her dress being lifted over her head. Fingers tugged at the G string pulling it away from her cunt. She heard Mike's sharp intake of air as he leered at her naked body and she let herself be pushed into the center of the couch between Monica and Mike. A burning wave of shame crept through her. She'd never felt so naked before in all her life. She heard the rustling of clothing being stripped away and knew that both of them would be naked shortly with her on the couch.
Delia groaned as she felt hands running over the curves of her body. Her whole torso trembled as hot moist lips sucked and nibbled at her nipples. And then she was writhing, straining with unfulfilled desire. She felt a roaring heat swelling and expanding inside the hot walls of her cunt. Her mind spun in whirling circles as the hands and lips caressed her sensitive flesh.
Somewhere in a haze she heard Monica's voice.
"She's a real hot piece of ass Mike. Relax and I'll get it ready for you to fuck."
Delia shuddered at Monica's lewd invitation to Mike. She stared in wide eyes wonder as Monica's lips began crawling over her squirming body. They licked at her passion swollen breasts down over the soft mound of her belly and sucked hotly the tender flesh of her cunt. A hot smoldering coal burned deep in her belly turning the insides of her crotch and thighs moist and hot. She could feel Mike's eyes burning into her obscenely exposed cunt. She tried to close her thighs but Monica's hands forced them further apart.
"Open your legs wide and relax Delia. When I get done with you Mike is going to fuck your nice little cunt."
Delia hesitantly let her thighs spread wider, a hopeless cry of protest whimpering from her lips as the raw slit of her naked cunt was completely exposed. She could feel Monica's hot breath beating into the open moist pink slit.
And then Delia groaned splitting her legs wider. Monica's mouth was sucking her cunt, her tongue licking at the swollen bud of her clitoris. She felt the lips spreading across the sensitive flesh, sucking all of it into her saliva filled mouth. The tongue raked harder across the throbbing clitoris until Delia was breathing in short gasps. Her body squirmed in ecstasy as she felt her teeth nibbling on the sensitive flesh of cunt, her hot breath scorching up into her belly.
Delia's mind whirled. She breathed in short tight gasps as the tongue slid down the moist hair-lined slit to the opening in her cunt and thrust up into the warm moist hole as far as it would go.
"Oh God, you're driving me out of my mind ... oh please, I can't take much more ... I can't ... oh God please stop."
Her cries filled the room as Monica again took the erect clitoris between her teeth and nibbled at it viciously.
Delia felt something warm and soft brush against her lips. She opened her eyes and gasped in surprise. Mike's prick was against her lips.
"Take it in your mouth. Suck it you hot bitch," he snarled.
Delia was frightened. The obscene demand spun in her mind but she couldn't do it. It was too perverse. She'd never even sucked her husband's prick.
"I can't," she groaned, "please don't make me. I just can't."
But Mike reached over and pulled her hair until her mouth was hard against the pulsating head. And slowly, realizing it was useless to resist, her lipstick covered lips ovaled and the head slipped into her saliva filled mouth. The massive cock seemed almost white hot as it grew to its full size against her tongue. She could feel the quickened pulse as the cock throbbed deep in her throat responding excitedly to her wet nibbling caresses. She sucked noisily on the swollen prick while he rocked back and forth wriggling his hips so that the huge cock filled every corner of her mouth.
Tiny fires exploded in her brain as the prick moved in and out of her mouth in rythm to the sucking tongue in her cunt. A groan burst from her lips as rolling waves of lust and passion erupted inside of her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the prick with all her strength. Her lips clasped tight around the swollen head sucking it hungrily to make it cum. Her fingers reached feverishly for his balls and rolled them in her hot hands to hurry his orgasm.
And then it came. The hot juice spurted into her mouth in wave after wave. His hips jerked forward, ramming deep into her throat pouring more and more of the thick liquid into her mouth. She could hardly catch her breath as it ran down her throat into her stomach.
Delia gasped and quivered as Monica sucked her cunt wildly.
"Suck me harder ... suck harder ... harder ... HARDER!! she screamed begging as if something was about to burst in her writhing belly. Her body was hot and her head rolled crazily from side to side. She swung her thighs up and clasped Monica's head tight against her cunt, grinding her hips, forcing the hot flesh deeper into the sucking mouth. She was gasping for breath as her own lust erupted deep in her belly spurting warmly out of her cunt. She whimpered panting excitedly as she felt the warm lips close over the quivering hole drinking the juice as it spurted out of her cunt. And then with a deep sigh, she lay still enjoying the warm soft sensations of her orgasm still quivering lightly through her body.