Chapter 1
"Lelia, you aren't listening to me!" Her mother's voice cut into the beautiful girl's daydream. "Pay attention, this is most important for you." Lelia squirmed uneasily on the straight backed chair and tried to pay attention to what her mother was doing. But it was hard, especially when her lovely young body glowed and the little folds between her thighs grew warm and moist as the memory of Dick Miller tormented her again.
"When you turn over the cards you must do it like this."
Lelia watched her mother's deft hands quickly lay out the fortune telling deck on the table before them.
"Do not let the customer wait, start right away, don't let them just sit there."
No matter how hard she tried, the girl couldn't banish the picture of Dick Miller from her mind and even as she took the cards herself and laid them out, she began to think about how the handsome teenager had held her so tightly, how she'd shivered when his bold hand crept under her skirt and touched her bare thigh!
"Hey, relax, this won't kill you and don't try to tell me that no other guy has ever had his hand up here." She'd been too embarrassed to tell him that he wasn't right, that he was the first boy who'd ever kissed her, much less the first to run his hand over her silky thigh-flesh. The black-haired girl felt the tiny nub of her clitoris grow hot and demanding when she remembered how Dick's fingers had finally pressed against her swollen little pussy. He touched her there, he traced the fat outline of her folds and rubbed at her until she thought she was going to scream.
It was so easy, Lelia told herself. I should have stopped him but I just couldn't do it! Before she could stop, Lelia's brain ran, then reran, the de- licious scene in Dick's car. The girl's wide, dark eyes closed and she stopped dealing the cards as she remembered lifting herself so that Dick could tug her tight panties down over her slim but shapely hips. It had been soooo good! Lelia felt goose-flesh pop out on her arms as she watched his fingers brush over her mound, then part the sparse, black pubic curls and work into her tight, virginal slit.
"Christ, you are a virgin, that's wild!" Even now, the girl's belly shook as she remembered how he'd flicked and rubbed against her love bud, making her moan and bounce on the seat. "You've got a tight, wet little cunt Lelia and I'd love to shove my dong into you!" Lelia remembered how frightened and nervous she'd been when Dick took her hand and rubbed it up and down against his fly, she could feel the hard, pulsating outline of his erection.
". . . I said what is the matter with you? You aren't some silly little school girl." Slowly Lelia's mind was torn away from Dick and back to her mother. "You are a gypsy, my dear, you are a gypsy woman and soon you will be seventeen and older than I was when I was married to your father, you'll marry a gypsy man and you'll have to know how to make money for him, that's your job, your right as a respectable wife!"
"I'm sorry, mother, it's just hard for me to pay attention today, I apologize, I really do." Her quick apology seemed to satisfy her mother because she sniffed, then got up from the table. Lelia watched the woman pick up the cards and put them away. As always, the girl was impressed by her mother's trim, eye-catching body. Despite the four children she'd given their father and despite the years, Estelle Bernay was a lovely woman. Lelia caught herself staring down the open throat of her mother's brightly colored blouse and watched as her full, amber colored breasts swung freely.
I know that I'm supposed to look like mother did when she was a girl, but will I ever really have breasts that large, that nice?
Lelia thought of her own small, cupcake breasts but that was a mistake because she remembered how they'd ached and tingled when Dick ran his warm palms over them and pulled at her tiny, budlike nipples until they stood out like little red spikes!
"Open my pants, baby, get a handful of what I've got for you!" Lelia hugged herself tightly when she thought of Dick's steamy whispers. The excited teenager's palm tingled when she remembered pressing her hand against his groin, rubbing it and feeling his steel-hard rod roll under his jeans. Lelia frowned, she hadn't had the. nerve to actually open his fly, he'd had to do that for her, but once he had she'd quickly learned the quick jerking motion that made him groan and work his pelvis up to meet her.
It was so big and so hard, imagine letting him put that in me! The thought was so deliciously terrifying that Lelia had to slap her smooth thighs together to stop the lewd burning of her clitoris. That's nasty, I shouldn't think about things like that. The lovely girl told herself sternly, but that was easier said than done. What would it be like? His finger felt so big, so nice, what would it be like if I let him put his long, hard thing in me?
In spite of her attempts to censor her thoughts, a tiny smile flirted at the corners of Lelia's lips when she remembered how nice Dick's upthrust prick had felt when she eagerly masturbated him. The girl remembered how the soft skin that covered his hardness pulled and slipped up and down over the gristle, how thick drops of fluid had oozed out of the tip and got all over her fingers, making them feel slick and oily as she jacked him off.
"... and I say she will! I have a message from Drago's uncle, they are agreed that it will be a good marriage!" Her mother's words finally caught
Lelia's attention. The lovely girl felt a sudden rush of excitement when she realized that they were talking about her and her marriage!!
Lelia tiptoed quietly to the kitchen door and peeked into the room, her mother and father sat across from each other at the table, as they always did when there was something important to discuss.
"And I say Lelia is still a child, Estelle, why can't you forget the old ways?" Carlo Bernay looked splendid as he gestured and scowled darkly. Lelia was impressed with her father but her mother seemed immune to him as she stubbornly shook her head, her heavy ear rings danced and glittered in the light.
"No! I will not forget and I won't let Lelia forget either. We are gypsies, Carlo. The fact that we have left the road and that have become a big, successful business man doesn't change that!" Estelle slammed her wine glass down on the table, her heavy bracelets jangled as she pointed. "You will not rob the girl of her heritage, she is a gypsy, a free soul and you have no right to try and make her act like a cute little city girl. She isn't going to be a cheerleader or a member of the Junior League, she is going to learn to joy of living the way that we did!"
Carlo Bernay tried to change tactics, his voice became softer, almost sexual as he reasoned with his angry wife. "My dearest, perhaps you are right, but must it be Drago Timmon? Estelle, he is a man grown, a bull of a man, how can you send someone as frail and gentle as Lelia to a savage like that?"
A strange, secret sort of smile crossed Estelle Bernay's handsome face, her body softened and lost its angry tension. "What a fool you are, Carlo, you don't understand at all, do you?" Carlo looked blank and slowly shook his head. "My dear, what better man to take our beautiful child and make a woman of her? Just thinking of it makes me feel warm and soft!"
If she hadn't been hiding, Lelia would have burst out laughing when she saw the dull red look of embarrassed confusion spread over her father's face, but as quickly as it came her amusement died, when she realized what her mother's words implied.
Drago Timmon! Oh, my God, he is a bull and he is going to be my husband? Slowly Lelia turned away from the door and walked to the dining table, visions of her future mate forced their way into her mind. She had seen Drago several times. He was big and rather handsome, in a dark, swarthy way. The confused girl thought of the man's muscular body, his flashing, white teeth and felt the tiny pricks of excitement crawling across her flesh.
It was all happening so fast! The girl shook her head and stared around her at the home that had been hers since she could remember. She was going to leave this, she was going to join a life that she'd only heard about before, it was hard to believe.
Drago Timmon, my husband. . . ohhhh my! Lelia suddenly realized all that meant, her visions of Dick Miller faded only to be replaced by Drago, she imagined his breath hot against her neck, his upright staff in the warm, firm grip of her hand and her body began to itch and glow with excitement. Soon, ohhhh soon I'll know what's it's like to have one of those inside of me! Delicious thrills of excited fear darted up and down her spine and Lelia had to firmly resist the temptation to press her hand between her thighs and relieve the powerful desire that was growing there.
Estelle's voice rose in the kitchen and snapped Lelia's attention back to the conversation that was taking place in there. "Good, it is settled, the wedding will take place in three days. There is no reason to wait, it is time that the girl becomes a woman and takes her rightful place in our world!"
Three days! Lelia felt her legs tremble and knew that she wanted to run. Three days, that's not enough time! Why didn't they ask me what I wanted? In three days I'll be married. In three days I'll be his wife. Drago Timmon will be free to do anything that he wants with me, anything!!
That was too much, Lelia was trying to think rationally about the sudden, bewildering change in her life but the thought of having Drago take her, of having him touch her and put his lips to her was too much. The slender brunette almost ran out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door firmly behind her, she had to be calm to think this out and there was no way that she could be calm with the hot arousal that flowed in her and made her tiny love bud so hard that it hurt!
Quickly Lelia slipped out of her skirt and blouse, she flung her bra away and jerked her panties down. As soon as she was naked the lovely girl stepped in front of the full length mirror and stared at herself. Lelia's eyes moved from her pretty face to her long, slender neck then her rounded shoulders and to the firm little globes of her breasts. Her fingers drifted up over her lean, flat belly and cupped herself, she let her thumbs work back and forth over her dull red nipples, making them swell and grow pointed.
Will he like them? Will Drago like my breasts? A deep, instinctive calm came over Lelia, she knew that he would, far a long time she'd known that any man would like her and what she had to offer.
The girl sank back on her bed, never taking her eyes from the mirror as she did, then deliberately spread her shapely thighs until she could see the glistening rose-colored flesh of her inner folds. Even from across the room the girl could see the hard, white nub of her clitoris. Lelia sighed as she pretended the tip of her finger was her new husband's organ, a tiny groan of pleasure leaked out of her slack lips as she began to roll her clit in tiny circles.
This is a nasty thing to do, Lelia told herself as she lay back on her bed and abandoned herself to the sharp, demanding excitement that her masturbation gave her. It's wrong, I shouldn't touch myself like this. It isn't nice.
Bits and pieces of thoughts and images raced in the excited girl's mind. She remembered how she'd moaned and jerked when Dick Miller had brought her to a climax in the front seat of his car, Lelia shuddered when she remembered how he'd moaned when he came, she could still see the thick, white jets of cum that had spurted out of the penis that she clutched.
"Oooooooo, what's going to happen to me, what is it going to be like?" She whispered to herself but
Lelia didn't give it a thought, her supple, tanned body jerked and twitched on the bed while she worked a wet, glistening finger in and out of her tight little pussy. "What will it be like to be a wife?" The tormented teenager could remember hearing her mother sigh and groan when she lay with her father. Lelia used to sneak down the hall to listen at their door. When she was younger the memory of those groans of joy and pleasure used to haunt her and drive her budding body into spasms of need.
"But soon I won't have to imagine it, I'll know what it feels like to have a man over me, to feel the power of him inside of me!"
The image of having Drago laying on top of her, of feeling his demanding spear invading her made Lelia squeal softly. The girl's firm little buttocks squeezed tightly together as they bumped softly against the mattress, her hard little breasts jiggled and bounced as her hand increased its stroke between her thighs. The little virgin's pussy made wet, sticky sounds as her orgasm washed over her.
"Aggggghhhhh . . . ahhhhhiiiiieeeee!!!! Soon, soon I'll knowwwwwwww!!!!"