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Naked Lies

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by Ray Gordon

"All right, come round. If Den's with you, I won't answer the door."

  "No, no I'll be alone. Give me ten minutes."

  "OK, I'll be here."

  What did she want? Sex? Did I want sex with her? My mind was so muddled that I honestly didn't know what I wanted! But I might be able to glean some information, where she'd met Den, how she'd become involved, whether or not she was a prostitute... I might even discover what his long-term plans were - as if I didn't already know!

  When the front doorbell rang, my heart leaped. I knew it was a grave mistake. Peeping through the letterbox, I could see that she was alone, but Den might have noticed her arrive. Letting her in, I closed the door and put the latch up, locking out the world. Credit card or key, no one would be able to get in. I was safe - wasn't I?

  She stood in the hall gazing at me, her long black hair cascading over her big dark eyes. My stomach somersaulting, my clitoris throbbing, my vaginal muscles tightening, I led her into the lounge and invited her to sit down. The angel of sex.

  There was no point in arguing, spitting questions at her, not if I was to gain her allegiance. I had to come across as amicable, pleased to see her. Through the mist of my tormented mind, the swirling images of the girl's shaved cunt, her wet tongue, I tried to forget about sex and compose myself.

  "I'll put the kettle on in a minute," I smiled, eyeing her deep cleavage revealed by her partially open blouse.

  "I've been thinking," she said pensively, her short skirt riding up her shapely thighs as she reclined on the sofa. Was she wearing panties?

  "Thinking about what?" I asked, standing with my back to the mantlepiece.

  "This business with Den and everything..."

  "What about it?"

  "You didn't really want me at your barbeque, did you?"

  "That's a stupid question!" I returned. "My husband was in the garden, and I was in the kitchen fingering... I didn't want Den there, either."

  "I enjoyed the barbeque, the time with you."

  "I didn't enjoy my time with a prostitute. How do you know Den? How did you get involved with him?"

  "We met at a party. I'm not a prostitute, it's just that I'm very short of money."

  "Having sex in return for money is prostitution."

  "Jane, I... I shouldn't have come here."

  "Why not?"

  "I don't know. I had everything planned, what I was going to say and... and now I don't know what to say."

  "Coffee or wine?"

  "Wine, please."

  "Don't go away, I'll be back in a minute."

  Taking the Reisling from the fridge, I knew that she felt something for me, something more than sex. I felt something for her, but I wasn't sure what. Was it her soft warm femininity that excited me? Or did I prefer the male, with his strength, power and granite penis? What did I really want? A penis penetrating me, fucking me, jolting my naked body, sperming into my orifices? A female tongue licking between my sex folds, taking me to orgasm as only a woman knows how? I wanted both.

  Taking two glasses from the cupboard, I returned to the lounge to find Lisa relaxing on the sofa, naked. So she had come round for sex. She was a bitch, in league with Den, forcing me to masturbate her, finger her cunt, lick her clitoris... What had she planned with Den this time? Would he arrive and join in the enforced sex? The latch was up, but Lisa would threaten me, blackmail me - and I'd have to let the bastard in.

  "So that's your game," I said, placing the wine and glasses on the coffee table.

  "I'm not playing games," she demurred, her eyes sparkling, reflecting her lesbian desires.

  "What are you doing then?"

  "I want you."

  "You want my cunt, you mean?"

  "Yes, no, I mean..."

  "When's Den arriving?"

  "He's not."

  "Don't lie to me, Lisa. This has all been planned, hasn't it?"

  "No, it hasn't! I came here because... because I wanted to be with you."

  "I know your games."

  "I don't play games with those I love."

  Love? Was she capable of loving someone? Was I capable? Scrutinizing her naked body, the fullness of her breasts, her pouting, hairless pussy lips nestling between her parted thighs, I wondered yet again at my emotions. The sex I'd had with Lisa in the past had been enforced, I'd had no choice, but now? Now I had every choice, and the thought sent a bolt of terror through me. If I said no, I might regret it forever. If I agreed to have sex with her...

  "Are you a lesbian?" I asked stupidly.

  "Yes, I am. Are you?"

  "No, I... I don't know. Look, Lisa, I need time to think. I've been blackmailed, used and abused by you and Den, forced to endure anal sex..."

  "Den did that?"

  "Yes, he did. I'm not in the right mind to know how or what I feel. I don't even know how I feel about my husband, let alone anyone else - let alone you. I've been living my life like a dream - a nightmare. There's nothing left. Whatever I had has been taken away from me."

  "Come and sit with me," she smiled, parting her thighs further, displaying her cunt.

  Her face was partially veiled by her curtain of shining black hair, her dark eyes reflecting an angelic innocence, but she was far from innocent. She'd been capable of using blackmail to have sex with me - she was no angel! Was I an angel? Was I innocent? Mat was the only innocent one in my life. Working like a dog to secure the best for us - our future - only he was innocent.

  "I'm not a prostitute," Lisa said again as I sat next to her. "I know what I did was wrong, but I needed the money."

  "You had no qualms about sticking a candle up me while he took photographs. No qualms about blackmailing me."

  "It might have appeared that I didn't have qualms, but I did - and I now feel remorse."

  "Remorse? You're only here for sex, Lisa."

  "No, I'm not."

  "Why are you naked, then? Don't tell me that you were hot so you took your clothes off."

  "No, that's not why I did it. I... I do want sex with you, I can't deny it. But I want more than sex."

  "I don't know that I have anything other than sex to offer. The sexual abuse I've been forced to endure has changed me."

  "Have you no love?"

  "Love is indefinable. I thought I'd found love with Mat, but now..."

  As she slipped her hand up my skirt and pressed her fingertips into the softness of my bulging panties, I turned my head to face her. My heart pounding as she ran her fingers up and down my wet panties, massaging my sex crack, I closed my eyes. This was a battle I couldn't win, I knew, as she pulled my panties to one side and slipped her finger between my swollen love lips, driving it deep into my drenched vagina. Was it a battle I wanted to win?

  "You make me feel good," she breathed. "Do I make you feel good?"

  "I... I don't know," I lied as she slipped her wet finger out of my vagina and massaged my erect clitoris.

  "Is that nice?"

  "Yes, yes it is."

  As she pressed her lips to mine, kissing me with a passion I'd never known before, I reciprocated. Opening my mouth, our tongues meeting, entwining, our saliva mingling, I slipped my hand between her parted thighs and massaged her clitoris. There was no blackmail, no coercing. Just mutual participation of our own accord in our masturbating. Our loving?

  Our mouths locked, our tongues entwined, we caressed each other's clitorises, giving and receiving immense sexual pleasure - lesbian pleasure. I knew I'd won her over as our lips parted and she began her gasping. She was mine now, not Den's. I'd persuade her to have nothing more to do with him, to visit me alone for rampant sessions of sex. One small victory, I reflected as my clitoris swelled and pulsated beneath her soft, vibrating fingertips. What had I become?

  "Upstairs," I said shakily. "In my bed." She leaped to her feet, her pretty face flushed, her nipples fully erect. Following me as I unbuttoned my blouse, I showed her into my bedroom and closed the door, locking it for added security. As I slipped out of my skirt, she pulled the
quilt back and leaped into the bed like an excited schoolgirl.

  I'd make her come again and again, I decided, slipping in beside her. I'd have her begging me for sex, and promising to cut all ties with Den. She'd now become a slave to me, at my beck and call. As she dived beneath the quilt, positioning her pussy over my face and burying her head between my thighs, I contemplated using her as a double agent. If I could discover something about Den, his past, where his family were, I might be able to blackmail him. Knowledge is power. The tables were soon to turn, I was sure.

  Her beautiful pussy hovering above my gasping mouth, I pulled her down, pressing my face against the wet warmth of her open girlhood. She was drenched, her cunt milk decanting, pouring into my thirsty mouth as I licked and sucked on her hot flesh. Pushing her tongue deep into my aching pussy, licking inside me as my tongue entered her love hole, we shuddered in our lesbian coupling.

  Her hands beneath my rounded buttocks, her fingers snaked between my thighs, parting my pussy lips, opening my hole wide to her darting tongue. I reciprocated, stretching her hairless, fleshy cushions wide apart, exposing her dripping vaginal walls to my inquisitive tongue. Her juices flowed into my mouth, over my face, running down my temples to my ears. In my sexual delirium, I drank from her vagina, savouring the aphrodisiacal product of her arousal.

  We licked and mouthed until our clitorises swelled, urgently demanding the release of orgasm. We both sucked each other's sex buttons into our cunny-wet mouths, our tongues flicking, darting, seeking, caressing our pulsating protrusions. We were both near to the ultimate ecstasy, I knew, as we trembled violently, gasping and licking in our sexual frenzy. The ultimate ecstasy of lesbian sex.

  Our bodies becoming rigid, our clitorises swollen, ripe in lust, we came in unison. Sucking, licking, our limbs entwined, we brought out each other's shuddering orgasms. On and on the waves of pure sexual bliss crashed through our quivering bodies until I thought I'd pass out from the sheer pleasure.

  Never had I known such an exquisite entwining of naked bodies, such immense pleasure. Tongues licking, clitorises pulsating in climax, female to female, we sustained out illicit orgasms until we were drained, exhausted, depleted in our comings. Resting the weight of her trembling naked body upon mine, she sucked on my nub, our tongues encircling our clitorises until the last ripples of girl-pleasure had faded.

  "That was nice," she breathed, her face flushed and wet as she lay beside me. The phone rang as we kissed, out pussy-wet tongues meeting. On and on it rang, like a distant bell drifting across the meadow from a farmyard barn, ignored, forgotten. I wanted to be in a meadow with Lisa, the sun bathing our naked bodies as we buried our heads between each other's thighs.

  Had I found something with Lisa? I wondered as she sucked my erect nipple into her hot mouth. Was this merely sex, lesbian sex, or was there a deeper bonding? I thought of Mat as I lay in the marital bed with a naked girl attending my breasts. Would the lesbian scene turn him on? Would he like to fuck Lisa's shorn pussy? The phone stopped ringing.

  "I'd better be going," she finally breathed, my nipple slipping out of her wet mouth as she propped herself up on her elbow and brushed her dark hair away from her wet face.

  "What will you tell Den?" I asked.

  "I won't tell him anything."

  "But he'll ask you to come here with him to blackmail and abuse me."

  "I'll say no. I don't want anything to do with Den now that I have you."

  As she climbed out of the bed, the sun streaming in through the window behind her, silhouetting her naked body, I again realized how beautiful she was. As she turned, I gazed at the profile of her pert breasts. Well rounded, her nipples pointing, she was exquisite. Had I found love with another female? I wondered as I slipped out of the bed. I didn't know what I'd found.

  "Will you give me your phone number?" I asked as I followed her downstairs.

  "Yes," she replied, her buttocks wiggling as she walked into the lounge and grabbed her clothes.

  "Why have you shaved?"

  "Because I prefer it that way."

  "Would you prefer me shaved?"

  "Yes, that would be nice," she smiled, her voice soft, husky, as she gazed at my swollen love lips, my drenched crack. "Den was going to make you shave."

  "What else does he plan to do?"

  "I don't know. The arrangement is that he'll phone when he needs me."

  "There was another man here with Den. Do you know his name?"

  "Another man? No, he's not told me anything about that."

  Watching as she dressed, I was sure that she wasn't lying. But she'd been in league with Den, she must have known about the unknown man. They'd have chatted, laughed about the situation. Den must have told her. I'd have to be careful, play it by ear until I was sure that I had her allegiance.

  Giving me her phone number as she finished dressing, she kissed my lips, her tongue delving deep into my mouth as she pulled my naked body close to hers. Our lips finally parting, she smiled and left wordlessly. There were no words. We both knew what we wanted. Did I really know? The front door closing, I stood alone in the lounge, my nakedness arousing me. No, I didn't know what I wanted.

  The phone rang again as I wandered into the kitchen and turned the cooker off, the smell of curry filling my nostrils. Den, Mat, Carole... Whoever it was, I didn't want to speak to them. I didn't want to speak to anyone for a while. My mind confused, guilt swamping me, I wondered what I'd done. Full-blown lesbian sex? Only Mat and I had ever made love in our bed. I'd never have dreamed that I'd lie naked in lust with another, let alone a slip of a girl!

  Still naked, I made ham sandwiches for my lunch, the lesbian act I'd committed heavy in my mind. I again thought of Mat, our relationship, our future. What did the future hold for us? Did I have a future with Lisa? Blackmail. The word buffeted my racked mind, hurting me. I still had to deal with Den, put a stop to his continual threats. But how?

  I wandered around the house naked for the rest of the day, ignoring the bells, the phone, the door. Den knocked on the back door, hammered on the front, called through the letterbox... The latch up, the curtains drawn, I ignored his threats, his crude demands.

  The time nearing six, I decided to go out for a walk. I didn't want to face Mat, not yet. Dressed in my turquoise mini skirt and white blouse, I left the house. My pussy naked, the evening air cooling my inflamed love lips, I smiled to myself as I floated down the lane, a new spring in my step. Was I in love?

  As I saw Mat's car approaching, I slipped into a driveway and hid behind a bush. I didn't want to have to explain what I was doing, where I was going. He drove by, oblivious to the fact that his wife was there behind a bush, knickerless and braless, her cunt sticky with another girl's saliva.

  "The bed!" I breathed in horror, remembering that I'd left the quilt pulled back, the sheets crumpled and cunny stained. Mat would look for me, walk into the bedroom and discover what he'd believe to be the evidence of recent sex. I'd tell him that I'd slept, that I'd felt unwell and gone to bed. More lies, more deceit... Was I in love with another girl?

  Chapter Eight

  Mat's car was in the driveway when I returned. Opening the front door, I felt elated that I had Lisa on my side. As a double agent she'd give me information about Den, discover who the mysterious man was who'd fucked my bottom, and hopefully help me put an end to the whole sorry mess once and for all.

  Calling out a greeting to Mat, I was surprised there was no answer. Stepping out of the kitchen door in search of him, I stood by the fence and listened as I heard voices and the chinking of glasses coming from Den's garden.

  "One of the funniest things was when she sucked you off through the hole in the fence!" Den laughed. "And when we both fucked her arsehole in the lounge!"

  The unknown beast was obviously with Den, enjoying a chat and a drink in the garden. I couldn't see through the fence to discover his identity. The best I could do was listen to the duo's banter, their crude jokes about me, the way they'd abused
my naked body, in the hope of some enlightenment.

  "I'm surprised she didn't hear you in the hall when I was fucking her and she was licking Lisa's cunt out," Den chortled. I couldn't believe that his friend had been there, watching.

  "She's had more spunk pumped into her in the last week or so than during her whole life!"

  My heart nearly stopped as I recognized the voice. Mat! Den's partner in crime was my husband! I was stunned. My head spinning, awash with confusion, I could barely stand on my crumpling legs as the shocking truth sank in. I must be wrong, I tried to convince myself. Mat would never...

  "We've really got her where we want her," Den crowed. "I never thought she'd fall for the magazine trick."

  "I was pretty sure she would," Mat chuckled. "She would have been terrified if I'd confronted her with the magazine. She knows how suspicious I am, and I really laid it on before you showed her the mag. For several days I went on about other men and how disgusting I thought pornography was. She'd have done anything to..."

  "She has done anything!" Den chortled.

  "Watching her suck you off when she'd thought I'd gone out for cigars was such a turn on, I almost wanked in the hall! And the thrashing you gave her was brilliant! The next time she's tied up and blindfolded, I'll give her a bloody good spanking."

  "What d'you reckon about her pubes, then? Do I get her to shave or not?"

  "Yes, do it! She'll have a hell of a time explaining why she's shaved her cunt," Mat sniggered.

  "Have some more wine. We're doing well, we deserve to celebrate."

  Staggering across the patio, I wandered into the kitchen and slumped at the table. Mat, of all people! My husband had been in on the blackmail from day one! I was cold with shock, shivering as I thought of Mat hiding in the house, watching me sucking Den's cock, licking Lisa's clitoris to orgasm. Now I knew where Den had got his information from about my background, my past relationships.

  Lisa must have known that Mat was in on the wicked scheme. Den would have told her that my husband knew what was going on. She'd lied to me, the bitch! Yet again, she'd used me for lesbian sex. But what had happened to Mat? I'd thought we were happily married, working to build our future. Why had he treated me as nothing more than a common whore? In league with Den, he'd fucked my bottom, come in my mouth, watched me endure a thrashing...

 

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