Naked Lies (17 page)

"Never!" he
chuckled. "I've been dreaming of fucking your beautiful
arsehole!"

"You're
vile!"

"And you're
tight and hot!"

My inflamed
brown ring gripping his thrusting shaft, his knob massaging my
rectal tube, I felt my clitoris swell in response to the
animalistic abuse of my tethered body. Never had I dreamed that a
man's cock forcefully fucking my bottom-hole would turn me on like
this. Never had I believed that I'd experience anal sex.

"I'm going to
spunk up your arse!" he chuckled, ramming his swollen knob deep
into my bowels. "You enjoy a good arse fucking, don't you?" My eyes
squeezed shut, I bit my lip, trying to deny the immense pleasure
rolling through my quivering body. Only a whore would derive
pleasure from such a debased act, only a common slut, a tart...
What was I? I wondered through my sexual haze, the birth of a
climax rousing within my contracting womb. Was I the devil's
daughter?

"Here it
comes, bitch!" he gasped, ramming into me with a vengeance. I felt
his sperm gushing, jetting deep into my bowels, lubricating the
shameful coupling. His swinging balls slapping my swollen pussy
lips, my anal duct almost riven, repeatedly stretched to capacity,
I whimpered as my climax tried to erupt within my neglected
clitoris.

I desperately
needed fingers massaging between my drenched cunt lips, rubbing my
throbbing sex nodule, bringing out my orgasm, and I imagined Lisa
masturbating me as Den fucked my bottom. My thoughts rising from
the bottom of a deep pool of depravity, the depths of immorality, I
was shocked. What lurked within the dark shadows of my mind? I
wondered. Evil monsters, sex fiends... Was I evil?

Panting as his
climax faded, Den slowed his pistoning cock, the last of his sperm
oozing from his knob. I could feel his male cream lubricating his
glans, lessening the friction of my hot rectal walls as he slowly
withdrew and entered me. Was he satisfied now? Would he release me
and allow me to rest after the thrashing, the anal abuse?

Sliding his
shaft out of my inflamed bottom sheath, he checked the blindfold,
ensuring that I couldn't see. What was his plan? What evil act was
he going to commit next? He was moving about behind me, fiddling
with something. Was I to endure the cucumber again?

As he yanked
my buttocks apart, I could feel his lust juice inside me, bathing
me, oozing from my open anal portal and running down between my
cunt lips. Imagining Lisa licking between my thighs, lapping up the
spilled orgasmic cream, I shuddered. I needed to come, to
experience a massive orgasm to relieve my sexual tension, and I
prayed for Den to slip his hand between my wet thighs and bring me
off.

"Right, now
for another arse fucking!" he laughed. "My cock's ever-ready to
fuck you, always stiff and hard!"

"Please, not
again!" I protested as I felt the eager knob pressing against my
tender brown ring. "Den, I can't take it again!"

"Of course you
can! That's what your arsehole is for, a damned good fucking."

His knob
gliding deep into my sperm-filled rectal tube, I grimaced,
wondering at his unquenchable thirst for debauched sex, his
insatiable penis. Could I endure anal sex twice every day? Could I
suffer a thrashing every day? How would I feel the next time Mat
made love to me? When Mat entered my vagina, I'd recall the anal
fucking, the thrashing. A deep sense of debasement engulfed me.

"God, you're
bloody hot and tight!" Den cried. "I'm going to spunk up your arse
again!" His shaft swelling, opening me, he began to gasp as his
orgasm approached. My clitoris still sadly neglected, I desperately
needed to come, but the beast's pleasure was obviously more
important than mine. As he grunted, my bottom bucking, I felt the
sperm jettisoning into me again, my bowels brimming with male cream
as his shaft slid in and out of my sore anal sheath.

Slowing his
thrusting, his balls drained, he finally stilled his cock, his knob
deep within the burning heat of my bowels. My pelvic cavity
bloated, my anal canal inflamed, my brown ring taut around the base
of his huge cock, I waited for him to withdraw and allow me to
rest.

"Two loads of
spunk!" he chuckled. I lifted my head, my heart racing as I
realized that he was kneeling on the floor at the front of the
chair.

"Who..." I
began as the penis within my anal duct twitched.

"A friend of
mine," Den sniggered. "You've had your arse fucked by two different
cocks."

"You bastard!"
I screamed as the uncharted penis slipped out of my sore
bottom-hole. "You bastard!"

"You sucked
the sperm out of another man's cock through the hole in the fence
last night, and now you've had your arse fucked by two men!"

"That's it!" I
cried as the lounge door closed and his accomplice made his escape.
"Never again will I..."

"You don't
have a choice, slave!" Den laughed, slipping the blindfold off my
head.

Releasing the
ropes, he helped me to stand up. Now what? I wondered as he
gathered up his instruments of abuse, the cane and a jar of
Vaseline. Was I to kneel either side of his head with my cunt
pressed against his open mouth? The notion swelled my clitoris,
sent an electrifying tingle through my quivering womb.

"I'll be back
later to take some more photographs," he grinned, stuffing the
ropes into his jacket pocket as he moved to the door.

"You're not
taking any more!" I hissed.

"I'll see you
later."

Surveying the
room as he left by the back door, I gazed at the cucumber lying on
the floor, unable to believe that he'd managed to force the massive
shaft deep into my bottom-hole. Picking the fruit up, I pushed the
chair back into place, looking for any other evidence of sexual
abuse. Apart from my clothes strewn across the floor, the only
testimony was my weal-lined buttocks.

My bottom
aching, two men's sperm oozing from my inflamed brown hole and
trickling down my legs, I decided to take a shower. How many more
men would he bring round? I wouldn't open the door when he returned
with his camera, I'd had more than enough for one day! As I was
about to gather my clothes up, I glanced idly out of the window -
and froze. Mat was standing by his car, talking to Den. What the
hell was he doing home?

My heart
pounding, my hands trembling, I knew I had to get upstairs to the
bathroom before my husband came in. The last thing I needed was him
catching me naked in the lounge again. Kicking the cucumber beneath
the sofa, I scanned the room again for incriminating evidence
before making my getaway.

"Not again!"
Mat gasped as he appeared in the doorway. "Christ, Jane, what on
earth..."

"Oh, hi," I
smiled weakly. "I was just about to take a shower."

"What have you
been up to? And don't tell me that you've been exercising!"

"Up to? I've
been gardening, exercising, and now I'm about to..."

"I've just
been talking to Den," Mat broke in angrily as I tugged my skirt up,
concealing my crimson buttocks, my dripping cunt, the sperm oozing
from my bottom-hole.

"What did he
say?" I endeavoured to ask innocently.

"He said that
you're going to live in the Cotswolds with another man."

"What?" I
laughed, buttoning my blouse. "Live in the..."

"You told him
that you're leaving me next week."

"I told him...
He's mad, I never said anything of the sort!"

"Don't lie to
me."

"I'm not
lying! Mat, in all honesty, if I was going to leave you, do you
think I'd tell Den?"

"Don't deny
it, Jane."

"I do deny it!
What the hell is he trying to do?"

"What do you
mean?"

"I mean, why
is Den trying to cause trouble between us by lying? Leave you for
another man? Live in the Cotswolds? Good God, he's off his
head!"

"Are you sure
you've said nothing about the Cotswolds or..."

"Mat, I don't
even know where the Cotswolds are! Wait a minute... This all fits
into place. The magazine pages, Den lying about me leaving you...
He's trying to break us up."

"Why would he
want to do that?"

"How the hell
do I know? Another thing, that woman who asked for you - I reckon
it was Lisa. Den must have put her up to it."

As Mat poured
himself a scotch, I realized how well things were going my way. If
Mat believed that Den was trying to cause problems, trying to split
us up, I might be able to put an end to the whole affair. This was
the perfect excuse not to go to Den's for a meal that evening, or
ever have him visit us.

"There's no
way I'm going to his place tonight," I said firmly. "Or any other
night, for that matter."

"We can't just
not turn up," he sighed.

"You'll have
to go and tell him that we're not going. And don't invite him here
again, I want nothing to do with him. Leaving you to live in the
Cotswolds? For Christ's sake!"

"I'll go and
tell him now. I really don't understand any of this."

"Neither do I,
and I don't want to! I don't ever want him here again."

As Mat left, I
gathered my knickers and shoes and headed for the bathroom. No more
Den and Lisa at out barbeques, no more Den coming round to
dinner... Den was annoyed because I'd said that Lisa had visited
me, now Mat was suspicious of Den. Things were beginning to look
up!

Mat and I
spent the weekend together, sunbathing in the garden, enjoying
meals, watching TV... With no sign of Den and Lisa, and no more
notes, I was beginning to put the nightmare behind me. But I didn't
kid myself. I was sure that Den hadn't given up, although I didn't
let the thought spoil my brief sojourn with normality.

Mat attempted
to make love to me a couple of times, but I managed to avoid it. I
wasn't going to let the terrible state of my thrashed buttocks come
between us! Images of two men's penises fucking my bottom, shooting
sperm into my bowels - I didn't know whether I'd ever be able to
make love with Mat again. The debased episode with Den and the
unknown man haunting me, I needed time before even contemplating
sharing my body with my husband.

I was relieved
that Den didn't phone or hammer on the door the minute Mat had left
for work on Monday. Perhaps he had given up? I ruminated as I
busied myself in the kitchen. Perhaps, knowing that the barbeques
and dinner parties were over, he wouldn't bother me again. Naivety
seemed to be a sad trait!

I soon
realized that one thing hadn't changed as I finished washing up the
breakfast things. My insatiable yearning for orgasm was visibly
still intact. My juices of desire wetting my panties, my vagina
aching, my clitoris swollen, whatever deep-seated desires had lain
fallow in the shadows of my mind had been permanently
harvested.

Although I
desperately fought the urge to masturbate, I finally lost the
battle as I was preparing vegetables to make a curry. Taking a
long, thick carrot from the worktop, contemplating slipping it deep
into my vagina, I felt my clitoris throb in anticipation. I had to
stop doing this, I reflected as I slipped my wet panties down - I
had to turn my thoughts away from sex.

Bending my
knees, my thighs wide apart, I slipped the thick end of the carrot
between my bloated vaginal lips and gently pushed it into my sex
hole. The orange shaft glided into my drenched pussy with ease,
stretching me, filling me. Pulling my panties up, the tight crotch
holding the carrot in place, I walked about the house. With every
step I took, the massaging sensations were heavenly. It was like
having a solid penis in my cunt, fucking me as I went on my
way.

Picking a
package up from the front doormat as I drifted through the hall, I
tore it open. It was a video tape with my name written on the
label, and I immediately realized that it was from Den. Now what
evidence had he got? I pondered, hurrying into the lounge and
ramming the tape into the machine.

The screen
flashed, and then a clear picture of the cucumber being forced into
my bottom-hole appeared. Gazing at the sheer size of the green
shaft, my stretched brown tissue gripping the fruit as it drove
deep into my bowels, I realized that Den's friend must have been
operating the camera.

I shuddered as
the scene changed to Den's huge penis fucking my bottom-hole,
thrusting deep into my bloated rectal duct. The camera panning in,
a close-up of his solid cock driving in and out of my most secret
hole filled the screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - my
buttocks held wide apart, my brown anal tissue distended around the
huge organ, my naked body abused beyond belief.

The tape was
obviously a copy, I surmised. Den would have kept the original as
more evidence of my debauchery. As I watched the debased fucking, a
shot of my face momentarily came into view. Although blindfolded,
the shot was clear proof of my identity. My stomach sank. The
obscene photographs had been bad enough, but a video? God only knew
what Mat would do if he were to see it!

I sat on the
floor for five minutes watching the scene. The carrot massaging my
vagina as I finally ejected the tape and stood up, I again wondered
what I'd become. Lesbian sex, anal sex, oral sex, a cucumber driven
into my bowels, a carrot in my vagina, the garden hoe... I'd
plummeted so deep into a pit of depravity that I couldn't climb
out. The acts Den had me endure had changed me forever.

Slipping the
tape beneath the sofa as the phone rang, I knew it was Den. He'd
obviously given me time to view the video before ringing with his
threats and lewd demands. I wasn't going to answer it, but it rang
and rang until it was driving me mad.

"What the hell
do you want?" I stormed as I finally grabbed the receiver.