Naked Lies (13 page)

Lisa followed
me into the kitchen, running her hands over my naked hips as I
reached up and opened the cupboard. "Stop it!" I whispered through
gritted teeth. "My husband will see!"

"Put your hand
up my skirt," she smiled. "I'm not wearing any panties."

"No!"

"Den has the
photographs in his pocket, and the tape. Unless you finger me,
he'll show your husband."

Her back to
the window, she pulled her blouse to one side, exposing her full
breast topped with its erectile nipple. I had an overwhelming
desire to suck on her milk teat, to gently nibble her beautiful
bud. Squeezing her breast, her nipple lengthening as her globe
ballooned, protruding alluringly from her darkening areola, she
moved closer to me.

"Suck me," she
whispered, her dark eyes sparkling, reflecting a sensuality I'd
never observed in a girl before. Bending, I opened my mouth and
sucked on her inviting breast bud, gently biting, nibbling as she
gasped in her arousal. I felt my vagina tighten, my juices flowing
as I mouthed and sucked. Was I a lesbian? I again wondered.

"Finger my
cunt," she breathed. "Make me come." Her nipple slipping out of my
mouth as I stood upright, I watched Mat through the window. He was
busy with the barbeque, unaware of my lesbian act as I tentatively
slipped my hand up Lisa's skirt, stroking her hairless sex
hillocks. My clitoris stirring, I wondered what I was doing as I
pushed a finger between her soft flora and drove it deep into her
hot cunt.

As she licked
her full red lips, her eyes closed, I realized how attractive she
was, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss her. I was drawn
to her, moving forward as I fingered her, massaged her sweet inner
flesh. Our lips close, I stopped short of kissing her.

"My clitty,"
she whispered, opening her dark eyes and smiling at me. "Rub my
clitty." Slipping my wet finger out of her tight vagina, I moved up
her wet sex valley and massaged her solid clitoris. Her eyes
rolling, her breathing unsteady, she squeezed my breasts, pinching
my nipples through my bikini. "Don't stop," she murmured, her body
trembling as I massaged her sex button faster. "God, I'm going to
come."

Shuddering as
I masturbated her, she let out long, low moans of pleasure as her
orgasm erupted. Laughter came from the garden as I sustained her
climax, and I looked out of the window at Mat and Den. How could I
masturbate a lesbian in the kitchen with my husband just outside
the back door? I must have been mad!

"God, don't
stop!" Lisa cried rather too loudly as her orgasm rolled on. Her
clitoris pulsating beneath my wet fingertips as I massaged her, she
leaned on the worktop to steady her quivering body. Gasping,
whimpering, her face flushed, her head thrown back as I sustained
her climax, she flung her arms around me as her ecstasy rode
on.

"Jane, where
are the glasses?" Mat called impatiently.

"Hang on!" I
replied shakily, retrieving my wet hand and moving away from the
dusky girl. I sucked my sticky fingers, savouring her exotic pussy
juice. I wanted to push my tongue into her cunt.

"That was
nice," Lisa gasped, her cheeks crimson, her eyes glazed. "You can
bring me off again later."

"No!" I
returned, taking the glasses from the cupboard. "I'm not going
to..."

"I'll bring
you off later. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jane?"

"Lisa, for
Christ's sake - my husband's outside!"

"Would you
like me to kiss you?"

Leaving the
kitchen, my stomach somersaulting, my clitoris painfully erect, I
placed the glasses on the patio table and sat down. I couldn't even
enjoy a barbeque in my own garden, the situation was ludicrous. I
wasn't going to be intimidated. No matter what threats they threw
at me, I wasn't going to be blackmailed any longer.

But Lisa had
woken something within me, stirred a deep longing, and I again
wondered whether I was a latent lesbian. I gazed at her succulent,
pouting lips as she sat down, imagining kissing her, driving my
tongue deep into her pretty mouth. My cunt wetting my bikini, I had
to stop thinking about sex!

Sipping wine,
I kept quiet as Mat cooked the food. Den and Lisa kept looking at
me, grinning, eyeing my breasts, the ballooning material of my
bikini running between my legs, hugging my aching cunt. Several
times, Den took a small photograph out of his shirt pocket,
flashing the evidence at me when Mat wasn't looking. Lisa giggled,
sitting opposite me and parting her thighs, exposing her shaved
vaginal lips. Her cunt seemed to smile at me, beckoning me. I
ignored the evil pair as best I could, averting my eyes when Lisa
opened her legs, looking the other way every time Den showed me
another crude shot.

"The food will
be ready soon," Mat announced, prodding a sizzling steak with a
fork. "I'm just going up to put my shorts on, I won't be a minute."
My heart leaped as he disappeared into the house, leaving me alone,
vulnerable, with my tormentors. As Den abruptly stood up, I knew
what was going to happen. I knew he'd demand that I suck him to
orgasm and drink his sperm.

"What's it to
be?" he grinned evilly, towering above me and unzipping his
trousers. "Your mouth or your cunt?" I stared at his erect penis as
he pulled his foreskin back, exposing his purple glans, his
sperm-slit. "Well?" he taunted, moving closer to me, wanking his
solid shaft.

"Neither," I
replied, turning my head away.

"We haven't
got much time, Jane. I suggest you make up your mind before it's
too late."

"I'm not going
to be forced to suck you off every time..."

"The minutes
are ticking away."

"I don't
care!"

"All right,
have it your own way. It's a shame to have to ruin the barbeque by
showing Mat the..."

"Shut up,
Den!"

"He means it,"
Lisa broke in.

"Why don't you
suck him off?" I returned.

"Time's
running out," Den goaded me, wanking his penis faster. "Open your
mouth, Jane."

As he moved
forward, his huge cock close to my face, I parted my lips and
sucked his glans into my mouth. I'd failed, but I'd had no choice.
I knew that I'd never be free as he clutched my head and gasped.
Rolling my tongue around his twitching knob, I thought it might be
just as well if Mat appeared to catch me in the adulterous act. It
would put an end to the blackmailing - it would put an end to
everything!

"Coming!" Den
breathed, his knob swelling, his jism jetting into my mouth as Lisa
knelt beside him, eagerly watching the crude coupling. Sucking out
his seed, I swallowed, imagining Mat catching me, his expression,
what he'd say. "Keep sucking, bitch!" Den ordered me as he drove
his knob to the back of my throat. Pulling away as I heard Mat
nearing the kitchen, I watched as Lisa wanked Den, the last of his
sperm splattering my face, baptizing my cleavage. Hurriedly zipping
his trousers as Mat walked through the kitchen, Den sat down with
Lisa.

"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.