by Ray Gordon
Releasing the chain, Den grinned as I collapsed to the ground, sperm oozing from my brown hole, running between my stinging buttocks. My cunt lips crimson from the thrashing, my breasts a fire-red, I lay quivering on the grass, recovering from my incredible ordeal. My mind drifting, thoughts swirling, I knew I'd become an insatiable nymphomaniac. I wanted more sex, another thrashing, another anal fucking. I wanted Lisa.
"Get up and put your clothes on, bitch!" Den ordered me. I clambered to my feet and staggered across the lawn to the house. Almost falling into the kitchen, I hurriedly covered my abused body with my skirt and blouse as I heard the front door close. Den made his escape around the side of the house, leaving me to face Mat. Still trembling in the aftermath of my climax, my hair matted, dishevelled, I wondered what to say as he appeared in the doorway and stared at me.
"Are you OK?" he blurted out. "What the hell's happened to you?"
"I've been running," I managed to reply as I felt Den's sperm oozing from my inflamed anal tube and running down my legs.
"Running?"
"Running around the garden. Jogging to keep fit."
"Has Den been here? I've been ringing his doorbell but he's not in."
"No, he's not been here."
"His car's in the drive. Are you sure he's not been round?"
"Of course I'm sure! It's not something I'd be unsure of, is it?"
"No, I suppose not."
Stepping out of the back door to escape Mat, I noticed the leather strap lying on the grass beneath the apple tree. Perfect! I mused as Mat joined me. Now all hell would be let loose! Mat was quick to notice the evidence as he walked across the lawn. Picking the strap up, he turned and faced me. He knew only too well what I'd been up to as he walked disconcertedly towards me. What would he say? What could he say?
"What's this?" he demanded.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it before," I replied innocently, sitting on a chair, the evening sun warming me.
"It's a leather strap."
"Yes, I can see that."
"What's it doing down the garden?"
"I have no idea, Mat. As I said, I haven't seen it before."
Chapter Twelve
I woke the following morning to find myself alone in bed, my skin taut with dried sperm. Where was Mat? Sleepy-eyed, I squinted at the bedside clock - seven-thirty. Perhaps he was downstairs? Leaping out of bed, I dashed into the bathroom and took a shower, washing the spunk away, cleansing my aching sex ducts. The jetting water between my inflamed pussy lips exciting me, I wanted to come. Later, I promised myself.
Hurriedly slipping into a blouse and skirt, I bounded downstairs to the kitchen. "Oh, there you are," I smiled as he peered at me over his newspaper. My knickerless pussy was wetting, my clitoris calling.
"You'd left by the time I got to Den's last night," he said, folding the paper. "I stayed there until the early hours."
"I was tired, exhausted - I couldn't wait for you any longer. Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, chatting and drinking - it was OK. They were a good crowd."
"There were no women there," I remarked, opening the back door. The sun was hot, I wanted the hoe.
"Lucky old you, surrounded by young men!" he laughed.
"Yes, lucky old me."
In the garden, I breathed in the flower-scented morning air, wondering what the day would bring. Den had said that he'd fuck me tomorrow. Could I take another fucking? My body aching, my lust holes sore, I recalled the evening of unadulterated debauchery. Mat must have been watching me. What had he thought as I'd gasped and writhed in the grips of my orgasms, gulped sperm from erupting cockheads? I'd been double mouth-fucked, arse-fucked, cunt-fucked. Lower and lower in my depravity, deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit. Had Mat watched the men wank over me, shower me with their perverse seed? My clitoris swelled as I pictured the young men, their heavy balls and huge penises. I wanted them again.
"What plans have you for today?" Mat asked as he joined me on the patio.
"Lisa's coming round for coffee," I smiled. "And Den."
"He didn't mention it."
"He doesn't know."
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't asked him, yet."
"Why ask him round?"
"To thank him for a wonderful evening. He entertained me, looked after me. The least I can do is invite him round for coffee."
Walking across the lawn, I wanted to tell Mat that I knew everything, of his involvement, his wickedness. Pausing by the hoe, I pondered again on letting him catch me masturbating, fucking myself with the long plastic handle. My cunt tightened, my love lips swelling, my sex valley opening as I imagined the implement ramming into me. Mat would think me a tart - as if he didn't already!
But what were his long-term plans? To carry on with the debauchery, to continue watching me being fucked by other men? When he'd first come up with his evil plan, he must have thought about the future. What did he really want?
Ambling towards me, he stood next to me and smiled. "We're OK, aren't we?" he asked.
"I still need time to think, Mat," I replied. "There are things about myself that I have to discover."
"What things?"
"I don't know, not until I've discovered them."
"We haven't made love for a while."
"No, I've not been in the mood."
"Have you been masturbating?"
"Have you?" I giggled.
"No, of course not. So, you had a good time last night?"
"Yes, it was fun. You were right when you said that I should get to know Den. I like him, and his friends."
"It's a shame you left before I arrived."
"I had to go, I was exhausted."
"Why, what had you been doing?"
"Just having a good time. Look, I have something to do, Mat. You'd better get off to work."
"What do you have to do?"
"Something... There's something I want to do."
"OK, I'd better make a move. I'll see you this evening."
"Yes, have a good day."
He'd be back, I knew. My mysterious words would goad him to park the car down the road and come sneaking back to see what it was I had to do. Slipping my blouse off, I tugged my skirt down, the sun warming my naked body. Cupping my swollen breasts in my hands, I gently squeezed them, my nipples distending, standing proud, begging to be suckled. I liked my breasts, my nipples. I liked sucking them, having then whipped. They brought me immense pleasure.
My hand between my thighs, my fingertip tracing my swollen outer lips, running up and down my wet crack, I shuddered. My body, my temple - it was as if I'd been sleeping for a thousand years and had suddenly woken to discover my body, my cunt. I had Mat to thank for my awakening, I reflected. In his wickedness, he'd given me life. My clitoris summoned me.
Grabbing the hoe, I drove it into the earth, the handle about twelve inches from the ground, perfectly positioned to penetrate my yearning cunt as I knelt on all fours. Mat would peer at me from the house, watch me fucking the hoe, gasping in my obscenity. What would he think? He'd think me crude, earthy.
I gave him a few minutes to return before taking my position on my hands and knees, my buttocks jutting out, facing the house as I manoeuvred my hips and aligned the plastic handle with my open vaginal portal. Turning my head, I glimpsed Mat peering round the dining room curtain, his eyes wide as I moved back, the hoe slipping into my drenched sex sheath, entering my cunt.
More sex, more masturbating, more orgasms. What was I doing? I wondered as I rocked my naked body back and forth, abusing my cunt, fucking myself with the hoe. I suppose I wanted to show Mat how his wicked plan had changed me, transformed me into a nymphomaniac. He'd regret it, I vowed - every cock that had fucked me, every jet of spunk, every lash of the cane, every whip of the leather strap. I wanted to tell him that I was bisexual, that I loved licking clitorises to orgasm, drinking the honeydew from girls' cunts. The time would come when I'd reveal all.
Reaching between my parted
thighs, I massaged my erect clitoris as I rocked my quivering frame back and forth. Knowing that Mat was watching me sent a thrill running through my contracting womb, and I masturbated like fury. "Ah, yes!" I finally cried, as the sensations built. "God, I'm coming!" My orgasm erupting within my pulsating clitoris, my cunt tightening around the thrusting plastic handle, I shuddered as waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled through my trembling body.
On and on I massaged the pleasure from my insatiable clitoris until I collapsed to the ground, the hoe slipping out of my dripping cunt as I writhed on the grass in the aftermath of my self abuse. The sun warmed me as I lay on my back, my thighs wide, exhibiting my well-juiced sex crack to Mat. I'd done it, taken another step down the road to complete and utter perversity. I felt wicked.
Glimpsing Mat out of the corner of my eye as I recovered, I clambered to my feet and clothed my perspiring body, veiling my swollen breasts, my dripping sex slit. What was he thinking? I wondered as I staggered across the lawn to the house. Was his cock stiff? Would he have a wank before sneaking off to work? Perhaps Den would order me to kneel before the hole in the fence, and have me suck Mat's knob to orgasm. I desperately wanted sperm.
Mat was lurking in the dining room as I slipped into the lounge and grabbed the phone, a wicked plan formulating in my devious mind. He'd listen, his eyes frowning, a thousand thoughts swirling around his tormented mind as he eavesdropped on my conversation.
"Den, it's me," I trilled, the dialling tone purring in my ear. I was becoming a good actress, a good liar. "Yes, it was a wonderful evening! No, he's gone to work. Listen, this photographic idea of yours - I've decided to do it. The photographer who works for the men's mag, when can I meet him? Yes, that's fine. Don't worry, I know what he wants! Yes, really dirty, hard core porn! Yes, I've spoken to Lisa and she's all for it. Of course there'll be plenty of lesbian scenes - you know me! That's great! OK, I'll see you later."
Now what was Mat thinking? I pondered as I replaced the receiver. I was becoming clever, well practised in the art of deception. Mat would confront Den and he'd deny all knowledge of a photo session, Lisa would say that she knew nothing about it... Suspicion, lies, deceit. I felt exhilarated, powerful, wicked!
Hearing movements, Mat slipping into the kitchen and out of the back door, I knew he was going straight round to Den's to have a go at him. Following at a safe distance, I hid behind the fence as he rang on the doorbell. "Come in," Den invited, much to my annoyance. From my hide, I'd not be able to hear their conversation, their argument. Stealing down the path, I noticed that Den's lounge window was open and I crept into his garden and hid behind a bush below the window.
"She didn't ring me," Den was saying, surprise in his deep voice.
"I was there, hiding in the hall. I heard her talking to you about photographic work," Mat whined. More trouble, more confusion.
"I'm telling you, she didn't phone me."
"Look, when we started all this, the arrangement was that you only had sex with her when I was around to watch or join in."
"Yes, and that's the way it's been."
"She's had her fanny shaved, her tits whipped..."
"We've been through all that, I had nothing to do with it, Mat."
"The plan was that we have some damned good sex with her, that I watch you fucking her arse, and now..."
"And now what?"
"The plan's all gone wrong. She's going on about us, our relationship, wanting time to think. All that's happened is that she's drifted away from me."
"If your plan's backfired on you, you can't blame me. The magazine was your idea, the hole in the fence was your idea, to bring Lisa in was your idea, the guys I know from the college - you asked me to invite them round. The whole thing was your idea, Mat."
"Yes, I know. But I didn't think that Jane would enjoy it like that. Bloody hell, she was almost begging for it! And she was in the garden a while ago with the handle of the hoe up her cunt, frigging herself off like there was no tomorrow!"
"Bloody hell, she has been transformed!"
"You're telling me! I didn't think that she'd change like this! I thought... I don't know, I suppose I thought, if anything, it would spice up my sex life with her, that she'd be more demanding, sexually. We haven't had sex, not properly, since all this started."
"It's not my fault, Mat."
"By the way, she hasn't got a lover."
"How do you know that?"
"If she had, and he saw the weals, her shaved fanny... He'd want to know what the hell she'd been up to."
"She told me that her lover shaved her and whipped her tits."
"No, I don't believe that."
"Going back to this phone call, maybe she rang someone else about photographic work."
"No, she mentioned your name and said that she'd enjoyed last night. She was talking to you, Den - I know it."
"She wasn't! Maybe she was pretending to talk to me."
"She didn't know I was in the house, so why would she do that? Besides, she'd hardly talk about porn mags if she knew that I was there."
"Well, I know nothing about it."
"Look, let's cool it for a while, Den."
"We did that before."
"Yes, and you..."
"I told you, she rang me. She was really worried about her mother seeing the video. She virtually asked me to blackmail her."
"Do you know a photographer who works for a dirty mag?"
"No, of course I don't! I have no idea who she rang, but it wasn't me. And I'll tell you this, if we cool it, as you put it, she'll go elsewhere for sex."
"What do you mean?"
"You said yourself that she's changed, that she was almost begging for it last night. If we cut the sex, she'll go elsewhere for it. And with her looks, she'll have no problem rounding up a few good-looking studs."
"Christ, things couldn't be worse! She's gone off me, she craves weird sex, she..."
"Let's carry on as we have been and see what happens."
"All right. But I want to get to the bottom of this phone call."
"I can't help you there. I wouldn't lie to you about it, there'd be no point."
"No, I suppose not. So much for our ultimate goal!"
"That's what I was just thinking. There's still a chance that... Let's play it by ear."
"OK, I'll see you this evening as planned."
Sneaking back into my house, I dashed into the lounge just in time to see Mat slink off down the road to his car. Den couldn't ask me about the phone call because he'd reveal the fact that Mat had been hiding in the house. No one could question me. Mind games, games of sex, lies and deceit... But what was their ultimate goal? What was the blackmail and sex leading up to? I had to find out. And I still had no idea who had sent the notes. Knowledge is power, I again reflected.
Knowing that they had an ultimate goal, I decided not to rock the boat too much. I'd carry on pretending to be fearful of my mother discovering my wanton behaviour and allow the sex to continue. Intuition told me that their goal wasn't far away. Their ultimate aim, whatever it was, was looming.
Answering the phone, I knew instinctively that it was Den. I had to come up with more lies, something that would throw the cat amongst the pigeons and cause mayhem. An idea came to mind as he asked me whether I'd liked two knobs spunking in my mouth. I'd loved it!
"How's your cunt?" he chuckled. "Well spunked, I'll bet!"
"What do you want?" I asked sulkily.
"I thought I'd ring to see how you are after the orgy."
"I'm worn out."
"I'm not surprised!"
"By the way, the men from the college - I'm going to meet one of them."
"How do you know they're from the college?"
"He told me. You were probably too busy with the orgy to have noticed, but one of them asked me out."
"Who? Which one?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Which one, Jane?"
"That's my secret. I'm seeing him this evening."
"Where?"
"I have to go, someone's at the door."
Hanging up, I knew the first thing he'd do was rush out into his garden to discover the identity of my phantom visitor. Then he'd ring Mat and tell him that I was meeting one of the studs that evening. I was right on both counts. Peering round the lounge curtain, I saw him surveying my house, and within ten minutes, Mat was on the phone.
"Jane... Er... This evening," he began hesitantly. "I thought we might go out together, to dinner or something."
"I can't, I'm seeing Carole," I replied. "Another time, perhaps."
"You're going out with Carole?"
"I spoke to her earlier, we're going out for a drink. I thought, as you're always round Den's, I'd have an evening out."
"I'm not always round Den's."
"Mat, you're always going to see him. Either that, or you're out with a client or down the road looking at a computer or..."
"Can't you put her off? I was looking forward to an evening alone with you."
"I've been wanting an evening alone with you for ages. Several times, I've told you that I want us to have an evening together. But no, it's always Den this, Den that..."
"I know, but..."
"As I said, another time perhaps."
"What time are you meeting Carole?"
"Eight."
"Where?"
"In the pub."
"Which one?"
"Questions, questions! Anyone would think you suspect that I'm going off to meet some man or other!"
"Of course I don't! I just wanted to know which pub."
"The Smugglers' Inn, by the private estate."
"Yes, I know it. Oh well, another time, then."
"That curry's still in the fridge. Heat some up when you get in."
"Yes, I'll do that. I'll be back before you go, so..."
"I might leave early, have a walk before I meet her."
"Oh, right. OK, I'll see you later."
Replacing the receiver, I realized that I'd have to tell Carole of my plan in case Mat called her. Hopefully, she'd be able to meet me for a drink somewhere. Mat would obviously follow me, spy on me, so I'd have to leave before he came home. Knowing Mat, he'd probably come home early, and then I'd have to lose him. Later, he'd question me, and I'd say that we changed our minds and went to another pub. And so the lies and deceit would roll on!