by Ray Gordon
Now what? I wondered as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I had to decide, make my choice - either leave Mat, or go along with the deviant plan and allow them to achieve their ultimate goal. I'd have the security of a husband, the college men, Den and... and Lisa? Deciding to sleep on it, I stripped off and climbed into bed. My naked body sperm laden yet again, I'd enjoyed the evening. But I only had until eleven the following morning to come to a decision. A decision that would mould the rest of my life. What life?
Chapter Fourteen
Only two hours to go. Mat had supposedly gone to work, Den was no doubt hovering in his house waiting to pounce - and I still hadn't come to a decision. Washed, dressed, ready for sex, I sat in the garden, reflecting, contemplating my choices.
If I sold the house, left Mat to live with Lisa, I'd have to endure a poky flat. No garden, no sunbathing naked - I didn't want that. If I allowed the ultimate goal to be achieved I'd have more than enough sex, plus the security of a husband. The hindrance of a husband!
Mat had started the whole damned business - wrecked our lives, our plans. Ideally, the best way would be for him to leave. I'd have the house, Lisa, the college men, and Den - if I wanted him. But Mat would never leave, I knew.
Walking around the garden, my head aching, I tried to come up with an answer. If only I had more time! If I'd known of the ultimate goal earlier, known sooner that Mat had been the perpetrator of the wicked plan... Hindsight - about as useful as a man without a cock! More time? Yes, that's what I needed. If I made myself scarce for the day, escaped from Den and ruined the plan, I could delay the decision. I might even have the luxury of another twenty-four hours before deciding on my future - my fate.
Leaping into the house as the phone rang, I hesitated. Den? Perhaps it was Mat, checking up on me, making sure that I was at home, vulnerable. I didn't want to live like this, jumping when the phone or the doorbell rang. Finally snatching the receiver up, I was relieved to hear Lisa's husky tone.
"Den rang me," she imparted with a hint of urgency. I pictured her succulent red lips, her pink tongue. I wanted her to suck my clitoris to orgasm. "He told me to be at his place by ten-thirty."
"Don't go," I replied firmly. "Stay at home and don't answer the door or the phone."
"But..."
"Do as I say, Lisa. I'll ring you later."
"If I'm not to answer the phone, then..."
"Don't answer the phone before midday, OK?"
"OK. What's going on?"
"I'll tell you later."
"All right, I'll wait for you to ring."
My cunt aching, my clitoris painfully swollen in arousal, I desperately needed sex. Mat was arriving at eleven, expecting me to be in full flight with Den and Lisa in the lounge. If I changed the venue at the last minute... A million thoughts gnawed at my tormented mind, like a physical pain. I couldn't think straight, decide what to do. Checking my watch every five minutes, I realized that I was becoming neurotic and finally rang Den.
"I was going to ring you," he said, darkly menacing.
"Den, I need sex," I breathed, softly, sexily.
"So do I! You really are a horny little tart, aren't you?"
"You've made me the way I am."
"Look, I've one or two things to do... I'll be round about ten-thirty, OK?"
"No, don't come here. I'll come to your place."
"Er... Well, I..."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, nothing's the matter. OK, be here at... at a quarter to eleven."
"That's an odd time."
"It fits in nicely with my plans, with my work."
"Right, I'll be there."
So far so good. Den would ring Mat and tell him about the new arrangement, and I'd change it at the last minute. But where to? Where the hell could I have sex with Den? With Mat lurking... I had to get rid of Mat. My insatiable clitoris screaming for attention, I had an idea. Scurrying round to Den's house, I rang the bell. He opened the door, his dark eyes frowning as he stared at me, wondering what I was doing there, what I wanted.
"You're too early," he complained.
"It's never too early for sex," I grinned salaciously.
"No, but..."
"If you don't want me, then I'll..."
"It's not that. Can't you come back later, as we'd arranged?"
"I might have to go out, I can't be sure that I'll be around later."
"Look, it's rather awkward. I've made plans and..."
"As you're obviously not interested, I'll go and find someone else to satisfy me."
"No, no. Er... Come in."
Following him into his lounge, I realized that he might sneak off into another room and ring Mat. I was right. As I unbuttoned my blouse, he made some excuse or other to go to the kitchen. There was no way I was going to have Mat catch me with my knickers down! Grabbing Den, I licked my lips seductively and grinned at him.
"I want you now!" I said, massaging his crotch.
"I'll only be a minute. I'm just going to..."
"I can't wait a second, let alone a minute! Suck my nipples, Den! Suck them hard!" I ordered him, slipping my blouse over my shoulders and jutting my swollen melons forward. Now who was in control?
His hot mouth closing over my breast bud, I gasped as he gently nibbled my sensitive teat. Tugging my skirt down as my cunt milk flowed in rivers down my inner thighs, I slipped my fingers between my ballooning love lips and massaged my erect clitoris. Letting out low moans of pleasure as the sensations ran through my quivering pelvis, I instructed Den to masturbate me, to finger-fuck me.
"You're a horny little bitch!" he chuckled as my elongated nipple slipped out of his mouth. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his fingers driving deep into my wet cunt.
"God, yes!" I sighed as he stretched me open, massaging my inner flesh.
"You want my cock up your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, and up my arsehole," I whimpered, delighting in my dirty words, my crudity. "I want your cock, your fingers, your tongue! Use me, Den! Really use me!"
Wailing my appreciation as he managed to slip more fingers into my tight cunt, I decided to have him believe that the ultimate goal was closer than ever. Perhaps it was, I reflected, imagining Mat's solid cock ramming deep into my arse while Den shafted my tight cunt. Would I enjoy licking Lisa's clitoris to orgasm as Mat fucked her kittenish pussy? I'd never watched Mat fuck another woman, perhaps it would turn me on. The ultimate goal - ultimate sex.
"If only Mat were as good as you!" I gasped as Den bit my nipple and thrust his fingers in and out of my steaming sex cauldron. "It would be great to have the two of you fucking me at the same time, one up my arse and the other screwing my cunt. I'd like to suck both your knobs, drink your spunk as you both mouth-fuck me."
My crude words obviously exciting Den, he slipped his drenched fingers out of my sex sheath and knelt before me. Stretching my hairless love lips wide apart, he licked the entire length of my pink groove, his tongue repeatedly sweeping over my throbbing clitoris, sending electrifying sensations through my contracting womb. His hand groping between my parted thighs, I clung to his head as he drove a finger deep into my tight bottom-hole. Managing to slip two fingers into my cunt, he began his thrusting, pistoning my two sex ducts as he licked and sucked my clitoris.
"Coming!" I cried in my ecstasy as my vaginal muscles tightened and my arsehole gripped his finger. "Suck me, finger me!" Grinding my vulval flesh into his face, forcing my pulsating clitoris into his wet mouth, I swayed on my sagging legs as my orgasm peaked. Whimpering in the agony of my sexual euphoria, my sexual delirium, I tossed my head back as he sustained my climax, fingering my lust holes, licking my clitoris, taking me to my sexual heaven.
Pinching my erect nipples to heighten my pleasure, my cunt milk spurting from my vagina, I rode the crest of my incredible climax until my legs juddered and I crumpled to the floor, drowning in my ecstasy. On my back, with Den's fingers embedded deep within my arse, my cunt, I writhed as the torturous sens
ations of sex began to fade.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he chuckled as I gasped in the aftermath of my eruption. His fingers leaving my inflamed sheaths, he slipped his trousers off and knelt either side of my head. Leaning on his hands, his cock hovering over my mouth, his balls swinging, he lowered his body. "Suck it," he ordered me, his knob brushing my lips as he swivelled his hips.
Opening my mouth, I took his glans inside and ran my tongue around his silky crown. Rocking his hips, he fucked my mouth, his knob gliding over my snaking tongue, repeatedly driving to the back of my throat as he gasped in his pleasure. I wanted another cock fucking my yearning cunt, and another driving deep into my bowels. I wanted ten men wanking over me, their sperm splattering my naked body. In my ever-deepening thirst for debauchery, I craved crude sex as never before.
Mat would be on his way home soon, I thought abstractedly as Den continued to ram his knob in and out of my gobbling mouth. He'd lurk, waiting for the appointed hour, waiting to pounce and catch me in an adulterous act. Would he be stiff as he pictured me tied down with Den fucking me and Lisa grinding her gaping cunt into my mouth? Did he wank?
"Here it comes!" Den finally gasped, his knob swelling as his spunk jetted from his slit, bathing my snaking tongue. His balls jouncing, he repeatedly thrust into my mouth, pumping out his sperm, mouth-fucking me, using me for his perverse pleasure. I swallowed again and again as his sperm gushed from his throbbing knob, filling my cheeks. His heavy balls draining, he gasped and grunted as I gobbled and licked, sucked and swallowed, delirious in my debauchery.
His glistening cock leaving my mouth, hanging over my face, I lifted my head and lapped up the last of the opaque liquid as it bubbled from his slit. His organ shrinking, I wanked his shaft, desperate to stiffen him again, to have him fuck my cunt. "Come on!" I urged him. "I want you up my cunt!" Breathing heavily, he moved to one side and lay on the floor, his deflated penis snaking over his huge balls.
"You'll have to give me a minute to recover," he panted. "I'll fuck you in a minute."
"I wish Mat was here," I murmured. "I want you both fucking me."
"God, you're insatiable!" he chuckled.
"It's your doing, Den. You woke my sleeping desires, my dormant craving."
"And I've done a bloody good job! Would you really like Mat to join in?"
"Yes, I've thought about it often. Evenings of debauched sex. Two beautiful cocks thrusting into my holes, pumping spunk into me, two mouths to suck and lick me, hands all over my naked body. I've thought about it many times."
"It could be arranged."
"How?"
"Well, if Mat agrees..."
"Mat would never agree to sharing me!"
"You never know, Jane. You never know."
I knew only too well! I reflected as he knelt between my splayed thighs, his cock reviving as he towered above my naked body. "Fuck me like you've never fucked me before!" I gasped as he guided his knob between my swollen love lips and drove deep into my yearning cunt. "Fuck me senseless, Den! Fuck me until my cunt's on fire!"
Driving his penis in and out of my beautiful cunt hole, he fucked me with a vengeance, my naked body gliding across the floor with each thrust. My hands between my parted thighs, I yanked my cunt lips wide open and massaged my ballooning clitoris, the incredible sensations driving me wild.
"Spunk!" I gasped. "Spunk up my wet cunt!"
"I will!" he cried, his balls slapping my rounded buttocks, his swollen knob battering my cervix. "I'll spunk up your cunt until you overflow!"
"I want to feel your sperm gushing into my cunt. Fuck me harder!"
His belly slapping mine, his cock ramming into me, jolting my naked body, he grimaced as his sperm jetted from his knob, splattering my cervix, lubricating our illicit fucking. On and on he thrust into me, filling me with his cream until my cunt bubbled and overflowed, our orgasmic milk mingling, running between my buttocks, irrigating my anal rose.
Massaging my orgasm from my pulsating clitoris as he continued his beautiful fucking, I wailed as my climax gripped me, my entire body trembling, my very being drifting in a pool of sex. I wanted more cocks, more sperm, as much dirty sex as I could get. Cunts, knobs, girl juice, sperm... I wanted to drown in crude sex.
"God, you're bloody good!" he gasped, his masculine body collapsing on top of me, his cock shrinking within my gripping sex duct. "I could fuck you three times a day!"
"You will, Den - you will," I breathed as my climax receded, leaving my trembling body temporarily satisfied.
As he rolled off me, I climbed to my feet, torrents of sperm and cunt milk streaming down my legs as I grabbed my blouse. Dressing, I thought again of Mat. He'd be checking his watch, waiting for the hour of revelation, the hour of the ultimate goal. What should I do? I wondered. Allow him to catch Den fucking me? Or should I go out and ruin their plan?
I thought it best to be alone in the house when Mat arrived. My devious mind devising a plan, I looked down at Den as he lay on the floor, his wet cock limp over his rolling balls. Den up my cunt and Mat up my arse?
"I wonder whether Mat would like to join in?" I murmured pensively.
"I'm sure he would!"
"I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll ring him, get him to come home, and I'll talk to him about it. If I broach the subject carefully, he might..."
"I reckon that he'd be only too willing!" Den grinned, leaping to his feet. "Go home and ring him now."
"OK. But you must leave this to me, Den. I don't want you butting in, trying to persuade him."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
"Don't go phoning him or anything, OK?"
"OK. Let me know..."
"When he comes home, if all goes according to plan, I'll ring you. We'll have an afternoon of sex."
"Great!"
"Right, wish me luck," I smiled, leaving the room.
So far so good, I mused as I walked up the path and opened the front door. But I still hadn't come to a decision, I reflected as I wandered into the lounge. Pacing the floor, my apprehension rising as the appointed hour drew closer, I knew that I had to calm down and compose myself. The outcome of my talk with Mat would change my life! I had to get my mind together and think straight.
Mat crept into the lounge at eleven o'clock, not a minute before, not a minute after. Looking around the room as I smiled at him, he frowned, holding his hand to his head in his puzzlement. His miserable plan in ruins, I almost felt sorry for him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked innocently.
"Er... I... Has anyone been to see you?"
"No, should they have done?"
"No, no. I just wondered, that was all. Have you seen Den today?"
"I haven't seen anyone, Mat."
"Have you been out?"
"No, I've been here all the time. Why all these questions? What's the matter?"
"Nothing, nothing."
He paced the floor, his head low, his expression pained. Loosening his tie, he stood by the window and gazed at the garden. He'd obviously psyched himself up for the moment, prepared, planned... And now? Nothing.
"Mat, sit down. I want to talk to you," I said as he turned to face me.
"About us?"
"Yes, about us."
Sinking into his armchair, he checked his watch nervously and asked me the right time. Was there ever a right time? Rechecking the inordinate hands, he looked pathetic, riddled with confusion. Poor Mat, his plan had gone so terribly wrong, and here he was now anxiously waiting for me to talk about us, our future, our marriage. I remained standing, anxious to give the impression of authority, of power.
"Well?" he frowned.
"I... I know everything, Mat," I began hesitantly.
"Everything about what?"
"About you. You were the perpetrator of the plan."
"Plan? What plan?"
"The plan to blackmail me, to use me for debased sex and..."
"Jane, what are you talking about?" he asked, feigning puzzlement as he lea
pt to his feet. "Blackmail? Debased sex?"
"You set me up, the magazine photographs, the cassette tape with my so-called confession... You framed me."
"I really have no idea what you're talking about!" he protested.
Pacing the floor again, guilt mirrored in his brown eyes, he was obviously stunned. His hands visibly trembling as he loosened his tie a little more, I could hear his breathing quicken as his anxiety rose. The day had come, the moment of confrontation that I always knew would inevitably arrive.
I drew an intake of breath. "Your ultimate goal was to turn me into a nymphomaniac so that you could enjoy more sex with me, watch Den fuck me and watch me perform lesbian acts."
"Watch Den fuck you? Jane, what's he been up to? I'll kill him if he's laid a finger on you!"
"He's done more than that, and you know it!"
"I don't know..."
"Seeing as you've been watching, you know exactly what he's done to me."
What could he say? Rubbing his forehead, he obviously realized that there was no point in denying his involvement. I felt a mixture of sorrow and anger, pity and hatred. But now what? Now that I'd confronted him, what next? Should I allow him to achieve his Nirvana?
"Well, what have you got to say?" I asked.
"Jane, I... I don't know what to say."
"You could try explaining why you did it, why you put me through hell."
"Our sex life... I thought that..."
"Was our lovemaking no good? My cunt wasn't enough for you, is that it? You wanted to fuck my arsehole, didn't you?"
"Don't use that word."