by Ray Gordon
Nat breathed heavily, arching her back as Sheena licked her hard clitoris and tongued her sex-dripping vaginal hole. Sucking out the milky cocktail of sperm and girl-cream, Sheena thought about the photographs she’d taken of Rod. He had a mobile phone too, she realised, but he obviously hadn’t thought of photographing her lesbian act and using it as evidence against her. That might be his next move, she thought as she pushed her tongue deep into Nat’s spasming vaginal canal. If he showed Raymond photos of her lesbian act, that could ruin everything. She was going to have to be careful.
‘I’m coming,’ Nat whispered shakily as Sheena again sucked her erect clitoris into her hot mouth and licked its sensitive tip.
‘Bring the slut off,’ Rod said, moving his chair closer to the bed. ‘Give the filthy slut a good clit-sucking and make her spurt.’
Rod was obviously enjoying the show, Sheena thought as Nat began to whimper and tremble uncontrollably. She wished he’d accept that she was going to marry Raymond. She knew things could work out well in the family home. She could please Rod whenever they were alone together, give him a deep-throat job or open her legs wide, and everyone would be happy. He didn’t have a sex life to speak of with Deborah, and nothing would change when he married the woman. Why not accept Sheena and have the best of both worlds?
Nat reached her orgasm and squirmed on the bed as her orgasmic milk spilled from her contracting vagina and splattered Sheena’s pretty face. Rod could still enjoy lesbian shows, Sheena thought, driving three fingers into the wailing girl’s sex sheath as she sucked and licked her pulsating clitoris. It would be easy enough to find somewhere private, and Rod could do more than just watch – he could enjoy two teenage girls, both hungry for cock. Biting gently on Nat’s orgasming clitoris and sustaining her mind-blowing climax, Sheena hoped that Rod would realise he had two choices. He could either give the happy couple his blessing and screw Sheena on the side, or she’d marry Rod anyway and he could forget about having sex with her.
‘Do my arse,’ Nat begged as her climax began to fade. ‘Fist my arse like you used to.’
‘Filthy slut,’ Rod said with a chuckle as the girl rolled over on to her stomach and jutted out her naked buttocks. ‘Go on, Sheena, do as she asked.’
‘You’ll miss this, Rod,’ Sheena said, parting the girl’s firm bottom cheeks and pushing a finger deep into her tight anal hole. ‘Still, you’ll have Deborah to satisfy you.’
‘Don’t start again,’ he sighed, watching closely as Sheena drove a second finger into the girl’s anal duct. ‘My mind’s made up, and Charles is with me.’
‘That’s not what Charles said to me.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Nothing.’
Easing all her fingers into Nat’s tight anus, Sheena pushed and twisted until the girl’s delicate brown tissue was stretched tautly around her knuckles. Pushing further into her yielding sheath, she finally managed to sink her entire fist into her friend’s trembling body. Nat gasped, squirming on the bed as Sheena twisted her fist deep within the dank heat of her bowels. Sheena noticed Rod focussing on the girl’s brown anal ring, stretched tautly around her wrist, and she knew that he’d miss the crude sex. But the choice was his, she repeated to herself. All he had to do was give her his blessing, and he could have two dirty teenage girls whenever he wanted them.
When Nat ordered Sheena to fist-fuck her pussy, Rod let out a gasp. He obviously couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Sheena thought as she forced her fingers into the girl’s neglected vaginal sheath. Nat groaned as her vaginal cavern stretched wide open and her juices of lust streamed over Sheena’s hand. Deborah was a waste of space, Sheena mused as Rod begged her to push her fist into the slut’s pussy. Would he now realise what he’d be missing?
‘She’s a filthy slut,’ he groaned as Sheena managed to sink her fist deep into the girl’s vagina. ‘I’ve never met a nymphomaniac before. I didn’t think girls like her existed.’
‘You met me,’ Sheena said, giggling as she twisted her fist. ‘I’m a filthy slut, and a nymphomaniac.’
‘Yes, but . . . Is there no limit to what you’ll do for sexual gratification?’
‘None at all. You name it, and I’ll do it.’
‘I want to see her piss spurting out,’ he said eagerly. ‘Tell her to piss over you.’
‘You tell her.’
‘Piss on her, Nat,’ he ordered the girl, kneeling on the floor by the bed for a better view. ‘Go on, piss all over the filthy little slut.’
Nat drunkenly squeezed her muscles and forced a jet of golden liquid from her young body. Sheena giggled as the hot liquid sprayed over her lower stomach and streamed down between the swollen lips of her hairless pussy. Her arousal running high, she slipped her fist out of the girl’s rectum with a loud sucking sound and pushed her tongue into the gaping anal hole as Rod watched in amazement. Licking deep inside Nat’s rectal duct, she fisted her inflamed vaginal cave, ensuring that her wrist massaged the swollen bulb of her clitoris. Noticing Rod’s solid cock, she ordered him to deep-throat the girl.
Rod wasted no time, leaping on to the bed and lifting Nat’s head up to slip his purple knob into her gasping mouth. As she snaked her wet tongue over its velveteen surface, he let out a low moan of pleasure. Deborah was a prude, Sheena thought as he drove his hard knob to the back of Nat’s throat. All Rod had to do was accept that the marriage was going ahead, and he’d have two teenage girls to use and abuse. He moaned again as Nat swallowed his bulbous cockhead, taking the entire length of his rock-hard organ into her pretty mouth. Could he deny himself the satisfaction of two nymphomaniacs? Sheena wondered as she tongued deep inside her lesbian lover’s hot anal duct.
Nat moaned through her nose, her naked body trembling wildly, as Rod’s hips swayed and he repeatedly propelled his knob deep into her tight throat. Sheena reckoned that the girl should endure an anal fucking, if Rod was up to it once he’d flooded her stomach with his fresh spunk. The more crude sex Rod enjoyed, the more he’d want to hang on to Sheena and her slut friend. He’d never experienced anything like this before, she thought as he gasped and increased his throat-shafting rhythm. And he never would again, unless he stopped interfering in Sheena’s life.
Sheena could hear Nat gulping down Rod’s gushing sperm as he threw his head back and breathed heavily in the grip of his climax. Nat was good, she thought, fisting the girl’s tightening vagina harder. Not only was she good in bed, but she could put on airs and graces so she’d be welcome as Sheena’s guest at the family home. The threat of the photographs would shut Rod up. But she didn’t want to go down that road. Maybe the thought of Nat’s young body would sway Rod’s thinking. Finally dragging her aching fist out of her young friend’s vaginal cavern, she sat back on her heels as Rod made his last thrusts and drained his balls.
‘Do her arse next,’ she said, watching Rod’s eyes roll back as he buried his cock deep within Nat’s hot throat. ‘Fuck her tight arse and spunk . . .’
‘You two are insatiable,’ he cut in, gasping for breath.
‘We are,’ Sheena said with a giggle. ‘Whatever that means.’
‘It means that you can’t get enough, you’re never satisfied.’
‘That’s true. Unlike Deborah.’
‘Not Deborah again,’ he sighed as Nat sprawled out on the bed and fell asleep.
‘You’ll have to force your fist up Deborah’s arse,’ she trilled, giggling uncontrollably. ‘She’d like that.’
‘Like it? Christ, she’d run off.’
‘There you are, then. You now know how to get rid of her. You could give her a good throat-fucking.’
‘Sheena, I don’t want to talk about Deborah,’ he announced, leaving the bed and grabbing his clothes. ‘I won’t see you again if all you’re going to do is talk about her.’
‘Who says you’re going to see me again?’
‘You know damn well that you want me.’
‘I have Raymond and Charles. Why would I want you, to
o?’
‘Come on, Sheena, let’s not play games.’ Pulling his trousers on, he grinned. ‘You want me as much as I want you.’
‘No, Rod. I want you more than you want me, that’s the trouble.’
‘Yes, well . . . I’d better get home.’
‘I’ll be calling your house my home soon.’
‘Sheena . . .’
‘I have something up my sleeve,’ she cut in. ‘Something that Deborah would be very interested in.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘You’ll see, Rod.’
‘If you cause trouble . . .’ He finished dressing and he moved to the door. ‘I’ve told you before. If you cause trouble . . .’
‘I’ll do more than cause trouble unless you back off and leave me and Raymond alone.’
‘You listen to me, you little slut,’ he hissed. ‘I want you to finish with Raymond and never come to the house again. Do you understand?’
‘Me and Raymond are getting married, so you can go to hell,’ she returned. She wiped the tears from her eyes and poured herself a drink. ‘This is a chance for me to get out of this fucking slum and make something of my life. I wanted you to be part of my life but you’re so fucking stuck on that slut . . .’
‘Don’t cry, Sheena,’ he cut in, stroking her dishevelled blonde hair and wiping tears from her cheeks. ‘There’s no future for us, can’t you see that?’
‘Yes, I can see that. That’s why I’m marrying Raymond. All you want is my cunt. Raymond wants me as a person.’
‘You’re only marrying him to spite me.’
‘I’m marrying him to get myself out of this shithole. He asked me to marry him, Rod. That proves that he wants me. All you’ve ever done is ask me to pull my knickers down.’
‘As much as I like you, Sheena, I can’t allow you to marry Raymond.’
‘And I can’t allow you to marry Deborah.’
‘You have no say in the matter. The wedding is arranged, my father is all for it and . . .’
‘That’s where you’re wrong. I do have a say in the matter. In fact, I’ll be seeing Deborah and . . . Well, you’ll see what happens.’
‘I’m warning you, Sheena.’
‘And I’m warning you, Rod.’
As he left the room and closed the door, Sheena knocked back her drink and flopped into the armchair. Rod wanted war, she reflected sadly. But he had no idea that she had a secret weapon. He had one last chance, she decided. She’d show him the photographs and, if he still wouldn’t change his mind, Deborah would see them. It wasn’t what Sheena had wanted, but Rod was giving her no other choice.
Nine
Sheena left Nat in bed and took a shower before going into town. She felt good with money in her pocket and, after a decent breakfast in a café, she browsed the shop windows and bought some new clothes. A couple of miniskirts and dresses, blouses and T-shirts, shoes and a handbag. She also bought a book on English grammar. She might have to work on her speech. But the next time she met Raymond’s family, at least she was going to look good. Loaded with bags, she was about to head for the bus stop when she had an idea. For the first time in her life, she got a taxi home.
Money made all the difference, she thought as she lugged her shopping into her bedsit. She’d planned to give Nat a couple of hundred pounds, but it was nearing midday and the girl had gone. After making a cup of coffee, she tried on her clothes and felt a pang of excitement course through her veins as she gazed at her refection in the mirror. She grinned as she imagined Rod and Charles looking her up and down, then grabbed her handbag as her phone rang.
‘Hi,’ she said, hoping it wasn’t Rod.
‘Hi, Sheena,’ Raymond said. ‘Are you free this evening?’
‘Yes, yes, I am.’
‘Would you like to come to dinner?’
‘Wow, yes. At your house, you mean?’
‘Yes, if that’s all right with you. The whole family will be there, including David.’
‘That’s great. What time?’
‘I’ll pick you up at . . .’
‘No, no, I’ll walk. It’s not far so it’s not a problem.’
‘OK, if you’re sure. Get here around six – that’ll give us time for a couple of drinks first.’
‘Right, I’ll be there at six. Has – has Rod said anything?’
‘I haven’t seen Rod today. Why do you ask?’
‘I just wondered . . . It don’t matter. I’m looking forward to meeting David.’
‘Don’t worry if he seems rather jittery. He’s terrified of his wife, Julia. In fact, everyone’s terrified of Julia. Anyway, I have work to do. I’ll see you this evening.’
‘I’ll look forward to it, Raymond.’
‘You take care, OK?’
‘Yes, yes, I will.’
Dropping her phone into her handbag, she punched the air with her fist. Things were going very well, she thought happily as she grabbed her English grammar book and flicked through the pages. She settled on her bed and spent four hours reading the book. It wasn’t easy, she reflected. Raymond and me, Raymond and I . . . Unable to grasp the concept, she finally tossed the book aside and began to get ready for the evening.
The turquoise dress was low-cut but didn’t reveal her young breasts, she concluded. The matching handbag and shoes were a nice touch, but she decided not to wear any knickers in case Charles or Rod wanted to kiss the smooth lips of her bald pussy. Her makeup impeccable, she checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She knew she looked great as she left her bedsit and walked to the family home, her future home. But her heart was racing and her hands trembling as she rang the doorbell.
‘Come in,’ Raymond invited her. ‘You look amazing. Come in and I’ll show you off to the family.’
‘Thanks,’ she breathed, stepping into the vast hallway. ‘I’m feeling a little nervous.’
‘Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I thought we might have a few days away together.’ He kissed her cheek and chuckled. ‘We’re getting married and we don’t really know each other.’
‘I’d like that, Raymond. Where shall we go?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. Paris, Greece . . . You decide.’
‘Paris? Wow, that would be lovely.’
‘OK, we’ll talk about it later. Come through to the lounge.’
Sheena smiled as she walked into the lounge with Raymond by her side. They were a couple, she thought, looking at Rod and Deborah and Charles and Caroline. Raymond introduced her to David and his wife, Julia, and Sheena did her best to speak properly and come across as a young lady. Julia was nice, she thought, wondering why everyone was terrified of her. And David seemed pleasant enough. The minute Raymond went into the dining room to pour the drinks, Rod tried to take Sheena aside.
‘I’ll show you the games room,’ he said, indicating for her to follow him.
‘Later,’ Sheena promised, smiling at him. ‘I’d like to get to know your family first.’
‘You look lovely,’ Julia said. ‘I love that dress.’
‘Thanks,’ Sheena said. ‘I bought it today.’
‘You’re young and very beautiful,’ Julia complimented her. ‘I envy you.’
‘Yes, well . . . I . . .’ Sheena stammered awkwardly. ‘That’s very nice of you.’
‘No, no, I mean it. You’ll have to watch the brothers, or they’ll all be after you. Apart from my David, of course.’ She chuckled and held Sheena’s arm. ‘I’ve trained David,’ she said. ‘And you’ll have to train Raymond.’
‘Oh, I see,’ Sheena replied. ‘Does he need training, then?’
‘All men need training, dear. Especially Charles and Rod.’
‘Don’t be silly, Julia,’ Charles chided. ‘We don’t want to end up like David.’
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘I agree with Julia,’ Deborah chipped in. ‘I have Rod on a tight rein. It’s a shame Caroline doesn’t rein you in now and then, Charles.’
‘She doesn’t need to
rein me in. What do you say, David?’
‘Well, I – I don’t know.’
‘David likes a quiet life, Sheena,’ Charles said. ‘That’s why he always agrees with his wife.’
‘Oh, I see,’ Sheena said softly, not wanting to get involved.
‘What sort of life do you like? Quiet, exciting, dangerous or . . .’
‘I like a quiet life,’ she cut in, winking at him.
‘Rod likes a quiet life, too. Isn’t that right, Rod?’
‘If you say so, Charles,’ Rod sighed.
‘By the way, where did you get to last night?’
‘I took Deborah home, you know that.’
‘That didn’t take you over an hour, surely?’
‘Didn’t you go straight home after dropping me off?’ Deborah asked Rod.
‘I went for a drive and . . . Aren’t we being rather rude to Sheena? She hasn’t come here to listen to us bickering.’
‘We’re not bickering,’ Deborah protested.
‘I’ll show you the garden, Sheena,’ Charles said, taking her arm.
Charles led Sheena through the house to the patio before walking her across the lawn to a summerhouse. He was going to lecture her, she feared as she sat on the bench and gazed at the beautiful garden. She said nothing when he asked her whether she’d bought her new dress with the money Rod had given her. Finally he sat beside her, placed his hand on her knee and smiled.
‘You’re a devious little cow,’ he said, chuckling. ‘Rod and I went halves on the payoff, but it obviously didn’t work.’
‘I like your family,’ Sheena said, returning his smile. ‘They’re nice.’
‘I’m glad you think so. You’re not going to give up, are you?’
‘Give up?’
‘You know what I mean, Sheena.’
‘No, I’m not going to give up. Why should I? Raymond asked me to marry him, and I accepted. Why do you want me out of the way? Am I really that bad?’