by Ray Gordon
"That's better," Mat said, showing off his shorts as he emerged from the house. "It's far too hot for trousers." Den grinned, smirking as he watched me wipe his sperm from my face, my cleavage. "Right, the food's ready. Who's hungry?" Mat asked.
"I'm hungry," Den replied. "How about you, Jane? I'll bet you could do with something hot to eat."
"I'm going to the loo," I said, rising to my feet.
"I'll come with you," Lisa smiled, eagerly following me.
Climbing the stairs with the girl in tow, I decided to slip into the bathroom and lock the door before she could get at me. The taste of Den's sperm lingering in my mouth, the last thing I wanted was to drink her cunny juice. Successfully closing and locking the door before she could get into the bathroom, I stood by the window, wondering at my predicament as she tapped on the door, offering to kiss me, to masturbate me.
Ignoring her, I took a flannel from the basin and cleaned my face, my cleavage. Pulling my bikini bottom down, I wiped my vaginal crack, the flannel soaking up my sex juices as I listened to Den and Mat laughing and joking in the garden below the window.
"You'll have to come round more often," Mat said, much to my annoyance.
"There's nothing I'd like more!" Den chuckled.
"Bring Lisa, too."
"Bring me where?" she asked, obviously having given up on getting her hands on my body, her tongue up my cunt.
"Mat was just saying that we should come here more often."
"Mmm, good idea."
Was she a prostitute? I wondered, tugging my bikini up. Surely, Den wouldn't pay her to accompany him on social visits? Whatever she was, I didn't want her coming round as and when she felt like it. It suddenly occurred to me that she might wheedle her way in, become friendly with Mat, and he'd invite her round during the day to keep me company. I hated her, I hated everyone. Did I hate myself?
I wandered downstairs to the lounge. There was no rush to join the others in the garden, no rush to have Den and Lisa ogle my body. I felt alone, lost, as I plonked myself on the sofa. Laughter emanating from the garden as the wine flowed, I felt isolated, cast adrift. What did I really want from life? I wondered, gazing around the room, the candle on the mantlepiece catching my eye. What did life want from me?
"What are you doing in here?" Mat asked as he appeared in the doorway. "Aren't you going to come and eat?"
"I'm not hungry," I replied sulkily, gazing at his shorts, images of Den's cock sperming in my mouth looming in my mind.
"Jane, you can't sit in here when we have guests."
"Is that what you call them?"
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I'll be out in a minute."
Two people blackmailing me, I mused as Mat returned to the garden. Den and Lisa both had a hold over me. They both wanted to use my naked body. What could I do? How could I halt the escalating nightmare? First Den, then Lisa, then... Who else would join the list of abusers? Would Den bring his friends round to fuck me? Who'd sent the notes?
Laughter emanated from the garden again as I paced the lounge floor. This was my own house, but I felt that I had to hide. I couldn't even walk out into the garden and enjoy the hot summer evening. I might as well pack my things and leave, I found myself thinking. Escape from the prison, the claustrophobia, the crude sex.
"Come on, Jane!" Mat said with a hint of anger as he put his head round the door. "I don't know what they'll think of you if you hide in here all evening."
"I'm not hiding," I lied.
"What are you doing, then?"
"Thinking."
"Den and I are going down to the off-licence, so you'll have to entertain Lisa."
"I don't want to entertain..."
"Shall we go?" Den interrupted, joining Mat in the doorway.
"Yes, Jane's going to join Lisa in the garden."
"Don't be long, Mat," I sighed.
"Ten minutes, OK?"
"OK."
As it turned out, I didn't have to join Lisa in the garden. She joined me in the lounge the minute the front door had closed. Standing before me as I sat on the sofa, her feet wide apart, her hands on her hips, she licked her lips, her dark eyes grinning at me. I gazed at the slight swell of her skirt following the contour of her sex mound and pictured her shaved pussy. Did she want me to masturbate her again, lick and finger her to orgasm?
"Why did you do it?" she asked softly, kneeling down and placing her hands on my knees.
"Do what?"
"Allow Den to blackmail you."
"I didn't allow him!" I returned as she ran her hands up my inner thighs, forcing my legs wide apart.
"It wasn't you in that magazine, so why did you say it was?"
"My husband's a very suspicious man, he'd have believed it was me. Why are you doing what you're doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you in league with Den? Why are you blackmailing me?"
"That's my business. Take your bikini bottom off."
"No."
"When Den gets back, he'll ask me how I am. If I say I'm thirsty, he'll know that you wouldn't co-operate and he'll expose you. If I say I've had too much to drink, then..."
"So I allow you to sexually abuse me and..."
"Not sexually abuse you, bring you pleasure. Allow me to make you come."
"I don't want to come."
"But I want you to come, Jane. Take your bikini off and open your legs as wide as you can."
Again, I had no choice. I had to submit to her demands, allow her to lick me, suck my clitoris to orgasm. Did I want to kiss her? I didn't know what I wanted. A quiver of expectancy ran up my spine as I imagined her cunny-wet tongue delving into my mouth.
Slipping my bikini bottom off, I reclined on the sofa with my thighs wide apart, my cunt blatantly on offer to the sex-crazed girl. Wasting no time, she peeled my pussy lips apart and buried her head between my thighs, her eager tongue sweeping up my moist valley, running over my clitoris. My eyes closed, I thought of everything and anything other than the lewd act I was allowing the girl to perform, desperately trying to deny the immense pleasure she was bringing me.
"Like it?" she asked, driving three fingers deep into my wet vaginal sheath.
"No," I breathed, I lied.
Parting my outer lips further, the angel of sex continued licking my clitoris, stiffening my sex nodule as her fingers pistoned and twisted deep inside my drenched cunt. Her long hair tickling my naked stomach, her saliva wetting my most intimate sex flesh, I felt my clitoris swell and pulsate in response to her snaking tongue. I was going to come, I knew. Although I tried to hold back, the beautiful sensations quickly built within my trembling womb, spreading like fire through my pelvis.
"Let it come, Jane," she breathed, obviously aware of my intense state of arousal. "Be a good little girl and come in my mouth." A thousand thoughts rolled through my mind - Mat, my marriage, lesbianism, adultery, the marital home... But I'd crossed the threshold of no return, there was no way I could halt my orgasm now. "Come in my mouth," I heard the husky female voice repeat, as if far away, as I parted my thighs as wide as I could and clutched her head in my hands, grinding my open cunt into her gobbling mouth.
"Oh, God!" I breathed involuntarily as my orgasm erupted within my solid clitoris. "God, I'm there!" Her saliva and my vaginal juices streaming down between my buttocks, I pulled on her head, drowning her, suffocating her as my body shook violently. Her fingers ramming deep into my cunt, my clitoris pulsating within her hot mouth, she sustained my amazing climax, hurling me into a state of semi-consciousness as the electrifying sensations rolled through my sated body.
My head tossing from side to side, my eyes rolling, I clung to her head, swivelling my hips, my gaping sex valley forced into her wet mouth as she sucked out my climax. Again and again powerful shockwaves of orgasm exploded from my throbbing clitoris, rippling through my quivering body, reaching every nerve ending, tightening every muscle. I thought I'd die as my pleasure peaked and I cried out my ap
preciation.
"Don't stop!" I screamed as the angel of sex expertly fingered my cunt and sucked on my clitoris as only another woman knows how. "God, don't stop!" On and on the staggering sensations rocked my quivering body, taking me to almost paralysing heights of sexual pleasure. My cunt milk pouring from my bloated vagina, my clitoris aching with pleasure, I wondered how much more I could endure as a massive orgasmic peak lurched through my abused body. My breasts heaving, my face burning as my inflamed cunt gripped her thrusting fingers, I gasped as another wave of pure sexual ecstasy crashed through me.
Was I a lesbian? I again wondered, opening my eyes and gazing at my outer lips enveloping her pretty mouth as my orgasm finally began to subside. Was the feminine softness of a girl's mouth pressed against my sex flesh what I really wanted? Her tongue circling the base of my clitoris, she slowed her fingering, skilfully bringing out the last pulses of orgasm. As only another woman knows how, I reflected as her fingertips massaged my G-spot.
"Did you enjoy that?" she whispered, looking up at my flushed face as I finally released her head.
"Yes," I murmured through my sexual haze. "Yes, yes."
"You have a nice cunt, Jane. Would you like me to suck out your sex milk?"
"Yes, yes," I babbled involuntarily, my head lolling to one side, my body trembling in the aftermath of my lesbian-induced climax.
"You'd like me to lick your cunt out, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes."
As she slipped her fingers out of my drenched vagina, her tongue entering me, licking deep inside my hot cunt, my exhausted body shuddered, my mind swirled with a thousand thoughts. Den and Mat would soon return. Lisa would whisper to Den, tell him that she'd licked and fingered me to orgasm, Mat would notice my sex-flushed face, the damp patch on my bikini as my lust juices drained...
"There, I've licked you clean," the devil's daughter soothed as male voices drifted into my dazed mind. "They're back, so you'd better put your bikini on," she whispered, rising to her feet. My hands trembling, my body still shaking, I grabbed my bikini bottom. Dragging the garment up my quivering legs, I lifted my buttocks off the sofa and veiled my inflamed cunt, concealing the hot evidence of my lesbian encounter.
"Oh, there you are," Mat smiled as he popped his head round the door.
"We've been having a chat," Lisa imparted, tossing her ebony tresses over her shoulder.
"Are you going to join us in the garden?"
"Yes, we'll be right with you."
Taking my hand as Mat left the room, Lisa pulled me to my feet and brushed my damp, blonde hair away from my face. I found myself gazing at her, an unfamiliar longing welling in my heart. She was very pretty, extremely attractive, and I wasn't sure what I wanted. I didn't understand the alien thoughts tormenting my racked mind.
Following her into the garden, I sat on a sun-chair, wondering at the lewd act, the lesbian sex, my incredible orgasm. Since Den had cut me loose from the secure moorings of fidelity, I'd meandered a long way down the river, drifted far away from the realms of normality. Where would the flow take me? I wondered. What lay in wait beyond the estuary, on the cruel sea?
"Did you enjoy Lisa's company?" Den asked sarcastically, breaking my train of thought as the girl wandered over to the barbeque to join Mat.
"Yes, very much," I smiled. "We had a chat about certain things."
"Certain things?"
"About you, amongst other things."
"Me? What did she say about me?"
I felt a plan hatching - a plan to set Lisa and Den against each other. If I told him that she'd said this about him, and told her that he'd said that about her, the trouble would begin to brew. Suddenly I detected a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel of doom.
"She told me one or two very interesting things," I finally replied.
"Such as?"
"I'm not repeating anything said in confidence, you'll have to ask her. Mind you, I very much doubt that she'll tell you."
"What are you up to?"
"I'm not up to anything."
As he mooched over to the barbeque, his dark eyes frowning, Lisa made her way towards me. Den said something to Mat, and they both laughed as Lisa sat beside me. But I felt that, before too long, I'd be wiping the laugh off Den's face.
"Den was just saying that you..." I began, watching for her reaction.
"Saying that I what?" she asked.
"I'd better not repeat it."
"What did he say?"
"Nothing. I'm going up to change, it's turning chilly."
"What did he say, Jane?"
"It was said in confidence so... I'm going to change."
Making my way upstairs, I felt that I'd started a ball rolling, and nothing would stop it. If it began to slow down, I'd give it another shove, sending it spinning on its way again. The bedroom door locked, I quickly changed into my skirt and blouse, sure that Den and Lisa would be asking each other what had been said behind their backs. Now was the time to leave them to stew for a while, I reflected as I bounded downstairs.
"Mat, Carole just rang," I called from the back door. "She wants me to go over and give her a hand with something."
"What, now?"
"Yes, it can't be helped, I'm afraid. I won't be long."
"But Jane..."
"I won't be long."
Hurriedly making my escape, I left the house and walked down the leafy avenue. As I quickened my pace, relieved to be free, my thoughts whispered to me, told me to turn back. I stopped, watching an old lady cycle by as I contemplated creeping back into the house. But what would I gain? I wondered. Den and Lisa wouldn't say anything worth hearing in front of Mat.
Deciding to go for a long walk, I headed for the recreation ground. The evening sun warming me, an overwhelming sense of freedom bathed me, and I quickened my step. For the first time in days I felt good, alive, and I determined to escape Den and his accomplice for good. A holiday might be an idea, I mused. A couple of weeks on a Greek island would recharge me, give me the strength to carry on. Yes, I definitely needed a break.
Returning home a couple of hours later, I slipped my key into the front door lock and crept into the house, praying that the evil pair had gone. Another note lay on the mat, and my heart sank as I opened it. "Filthy whore!" I breathed, screwing the paper up. It wasn't Lisa - she'd not been on the scene when the other notes had arrived. Den? I pondered again. No, there'd be no point.
Stealing into the kitchen, I dropped the note into the bin, wondering what I was doing with Mat. Did he really need me? Did I really need him? Our relationship, the so-called marital home, the notes - what was it all about?
Looking out of the window, I saw Mat sitting alone on the patio. The terrible duo had gone, thank God! I stood there gazing at him for several minutes, wishing that I could turn the clock back. If only Den hadn't moved in next door, if only I'd denied the magazine photographs, if only... It was no good looking back, I knew. What was done was done. Clocks can't be turned back.
"Hi," I smiled, stepping out of the house.
"Jane, where have you been?" he asked, almost angrily.
"Sorry, I was longer than I thought I'd be."
"Den and Lisa left about ten minutes ago, it's a shame you missed them."
"Never mind, no doubt we'll be seeing them again."
"We will. Den's invited us to dinner tomorrow evening."
"Aren't we overdoing this Den thing?" I sighed despondently.
"What do you mean?"
"It's Den this, Den that... He came here to dinner, the barbeque, and now we're going to his place for a meal. We'll never have an evening alone together at this rate."
"Don't you like him?"
"It's not that, it's just that we're never alone, Mat."
"There'll be plenty of evenings..."
As he dashed into the house to answer the phone, I wandered down the garden. I'd not go to Den's the following evening, I decided. I'd feign a stomach ache or something. I couldn't face another evenin
g of sex. Standing beneath the old apple tree, I pondered on my life. Den ruled me, and Lisa, but it was still my life. If I didn't want to go to his place for dinner, I wouldn't. If I didn't want him coming to our house, then he wouldn't. I wasn't going to be bamboozled by Den and Lisa - or Mat.
The sun sinking, dusk bathing the garden, I decided to go to bed. I'd endured yet another day of humiliation, degradation, blackmail. But worse were my thoughts, my persistent thoughts of lesbian sex, of Lisa. As I wandered across the lawn to the house, I pondered on Carole, what it would be like to suck her clitoris to orgasm. My inner desires were becoming disquieting. Feeling that my mind would explode, I knew I had to escape the nightmare.
"Who rang?" I asked Mat, walking wearily into the kitchen.
"Dave, from down the road. He's decided to sell his computer and wondered whether I was interested."
"Are you?"
"I could do with another computer, I'll go and have a look - if it's OK with you."
"Yes, of course. I'm going up to bed, anyway."
"All right, I'll see you later."
"Don't wake me up, will you?"
"No, I won't."
As Mat left, I filled the kettle to make some tea. At least he wouldn't want sex, I thought thankfully, taking a cup from the cupboard. The last thing I wanted after a day of crude sex was Mat fucking me! Jumping as the phone rang, I knew instinctively who it was. Rushing into the hall, I grabbed the receiver, ready to tell Den to go to hell.
"Is Mat there?" Den asked.
"He's in the lounge," I lied.
"Jane, go out into the garden and stand by the fence between our houses."
"What for?"
"I've drilled a hole in the fence, I want to come in your mouth."
"Den, I am not going to..."
"In that case, I'll post a couple of photographs to Mat's office."
"Haven't you used and abused me enough today?"
"Be by the fence in two minutes, or you'll be sorry."
"Den..."
He'd hung up, obviously knowing that I had no choice other than to suck him off yet again. Morning, noon and night I was at his beck and call. He wasn't concerned in the slightest that I'd said that Mat was in the lounge. There really was no escaping the bloody man!