Shamed (8 page)

She heard Claire take a deep breath as she took time to steady herself
for the final blow. A whoosh of air and an incredible burst of pain exploded
across Karen’s buttocks. She felt herself tremble and a wave of orgasm shot
through her body. She heard her own cries, almost muffled by the hissing in her
ears as wave after wave swept through her. Her muscles contracted within her,
desperate, aching,
searching
. She wanted Richards cock
and she wanted it now.

“My, my!” she heard Claire say. “Look at the slut buck!”

Suddenly the strikes stopped and she felt Claire climb on to the bed
and kneel between her legs. She tried to move but with her legs still firmly
tied wide apart no amount of twisting or arching would allow her to resist.

“Look Richard, She’s absolutely gushing!” Claire said taking a close up
look between Karen’s legs, her golden hair spilling across her painfully
striped buttocks and thighs.

Karen felt a finger probe against her labia. Her instant reaction was to
try to push against it, to force it into her cunt. Suddenly she realised that
the finger was Claire’s. She had never been touched by a woman before. She
wasn’t a lesbian! She couldn’t………she couldn’t! She tried to resist but her own
arousal was now driving her and at that point in time she would have taken any
form of relief for her desperate cunt.

“I know.” Claire said with mock sympathy “I know. You’re thinking that
your
not some crazy sex driven
lesbian, not some
sluty
whore but then.....” Claire
laughed loudly “You really could do with getting that cunt filled couldn’t
you?”

Karen couldn’t believe it. How could she know what she was thinking?

“But you know my dear that you are wrong. You are a lesbian slut. If
that’s what I want you to be then that’s what you are.” Claire continued
,
touching teasingly at Karen’s swollen lips. “You need to
fuck right now don’t you? Any fuck will do. You couldn’t give a damn who was
fucking you. Man or woman. Am I right?”

“Bitch!”
Karen said.

“Oh, you may well be right! But do you want to be fucked you little
lesbian slut?”

“I’m not a fucking lesbian!”

“But you do want some cock? Is that it?” Claire was teasing her. She
slipped the tip of her finger into the opening of Karen’s cunt. Karen bucked
and writhed to escape
it’s
probing.

“Fucking bitch!”

“Fucking lesbian.”
Claire taunted her.

“Fuck off”

“Fuck ME! That’s what you really want to say isn’t it?”

Karen buried her face in the bedclothes in frustration.

“Richard darling, stop wanking that gorgeous hot cock of yours.” She
leaned over Karen now, pressing her bosom against her back and whispered in her
ear “He does that at work you know.
While he’s
dick
-
tating
notes to me.
We have key words and at each
word I remove an item of clothing. When I’m naked I suck him off until he comes
in my mouth.”

 Karen screamed in anger and tried to throw her off but Claire
just laughed and sat back.

“Richard darling, your poor flat
chested
,
pissy
lesbian slut needs some cock. Stop wasting it and
give her some.”

Richard stood and knelt on the edge of the bed as Claire forced Karen
to turn her head to the side to face him. He positioned himself before her and
held his swollen erect cock to her lips. Karen took it in her mouth and began
to suck hungrily on it. In all their years together she had never felt him so
hard or seen him so aroused. It made her hungry for him.
Hungry
to take him and taste him.
If only she could have him fuck her!

Claire meanwhile reached over the side of the bed for her bag and after
a moment of rummaging she threw it back to the floor again.

“That’s a good little lesbian” she continued “good lesbian, sucking
cock.”

Karen broke for a moment from gorging on Richards pulsing glans.

“I’m not a lesbian, you bitch.”

“Oh but you are sweetheart.” Claire scoffed “You want
me
to fuck
you. I know it. I’m sat here looking at your gapping, dripping cunt and it’s
just pleading with me to fuck it.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Karen barked.

“Shall I lick you? Or finger you?” Claire asked ignoring Karen’s angry
outburst.

Karen bit her lip fighting down the delicious thoughts of attention,
any attention, being given to her cunt. She snatched Richard’s cock into her
mouth and lashed it with her tongue.

“I could give you a good fisting,” Claire continued “or fuck you with a
vibro
”

Karen groaned.

“Or maybe I could fuck with my strap-on cock?”

Karen spun her head around to look at Claire. She was kneeling behind
her, a smug smile on her face, and a large strap-on cock tied to her groin.

“Well?” Claire purred “Are you a lesbian slut or not?”

Karen stared at the golden haired, buxom blonde. Her blouse was open
and her bra was pushed down and her ample breasts hung freely. Her nipples were
erect. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist; the long black penis shaped
dildo protruding in front of her.

Karen said nothing but turned back and took Richard in her mouth and
went back to work on his cock.

She felt the weight of Claire adjusting herself on the bed,
then
she placed a hand on the small of
Karens
back. The head of the strap-on nudged against her lips and before Karen could
react it was thrust quickly and slickly in to her aching cunt. She squealed a
muffled squeal and gasped around
Richards
rigid
manhood.

Claire then began to thrust, long deep thrusts, working her hips back
and forth, somewhat clumsily Karen thought for a moment. But she didn’t care.
She was getting what her body demanded. Man or woman, Claire was right. She
didn’t give a damn.

“Just fuck me bitch!” Karen screamed releasing Richard from her mouth
for a moment.

“You see you are lesbian slut!” Claire announced breathlessly. Karen
sucked hard on him sensing that he was close and almost immediately he started
to buck in her mouth. Her cunt clasped down around the rigid intruder inside
her as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. She was only partially aware
of gulping down Richard’s cum as his twitching manhood spat its thick juice
into her mouth.

Gasping, Claire thrust defiantly into her. Karen lifted herself as much
as she could as Claire wrapped her hands around beneath her grasping Karen’s
breasts and pinched her nipples.

Even as Richards cock grew limp in her mouth and fell away Karen could
here Claire still gasping, feel the deep forceful thrusting as she grunted
insults “Fucking lesbian slut!
You fucking pathetic bitch!”
as she forced every last ounce of orgasm from Karen’s body.
Karen didn’t
want it to stop, ever, awash as she was by orgasm. As angered by Claire’s
revelations of her relationship with her husband.
As degraded
and ashamed as she had been made to feel.

“Fuck me woman, fuck me!” she cried knowing that Claire would continue
long beyond anything that her husband could manage.

He lay in bed, eyes closed tight, running his fingers over the length
of his cock. The taught skin, tight around his engorged shaft felt like silk to
the touch whilst the swollen head of his glans was barely able to stand any
more of the caressing.

He stroked and teased himself a little more running his finger along
the long hard ridge that bulged with his waiting seed, down to his balls
drawing tantalising circles over the tight wrinkled flesh of his sack. Hooking
his thumb under the base of his rigid shaft he let his four fingers glide up
the shaft until they rested beneath the rim of its head. He shivered and felt
his heart thumping in his chest as a trickle of pre-cum squeezed free from the
tip and dripped onto his belly. He held still for a moment, trying to regulate
his breathing in deep steady breaths.  For a moment he was distracted. A
noise somewhere in the house made him pause. A door opened out on the landing.
He held still. It was Aunt Maggie getting up. He held his breath; his cock
throbbed in his hand pulsing in rhythm with his heart while his loins ached
with the tension.

The toilet flushed and he heard the
whisping
sound of Aunt Maggie’s dressing gown as it brushed passed his door before her
footsteps descended lightly down the stairs. He waited a moment longer. The
sound of running water came through the pipes as she filled the kettle down in
the kitchen. Relaxing again he stroked his still tense cock gently with his
fingers but knew it could take no more of the teasing. Closing his fingers
gently around its girth he tightened his grip and began to work his fist in
short jerking movements. His breathing tensed and his heart raced inside his
chest as he drew the image of Melissa Carter into his mind, naked on all fours
her long golden hair cascading down over her face and shoulders. He slipped his
cock into her and felt her flesh against his groin and the wet silky feel of
her cunt. Suddenly he was coming.

He lay there for a few minutes while his body came back down and his
limp but satisfied cock retreated back to its normal size. He cursed as he
climbed out of bed; his come had trickled down off his belly and lay in a pool
upon his sheet. No worry, today he had English Literature and Melissa Carter
was in his study group. He dressed quickly after his shower and skipped down
the staircase making it from top to bottom in four leaps.  In the kitchen
Aunt Maggie had made tea and toast and it was laid out ready for him.

She wasn’t his real Aunt. More an old school friend of his Mothers but
they had always called her Auntie. When he got his place in University it had
been an obvious thing that he would go and live at Aunt Maggie’s until he felt
settled in the new town and could find digs of his own. She was Ok. She had
grown up kids of her own and didn’t seem bothered about him staying out late or
getting drunk. Some of her views on things were a little outdated but, well, he
guessed she was forty five or more so that was normal.

He gulped down the tea and snatched up the toast along with his
shoulder bag full of books a grabbed his keys.

“No need for them today.” Aunt Maggie said “I’m in all day, coffee
morning with the ladies and its wash day too.”

“Ok” he said pocketing the keys anyway and waved goodbye as he thrust
the slice of toast into his mouth.

“English lecture, finished about midday.” He said trying not to lose
the toast from between his teeth.

The lecture passed quite slowly but he got to sit behind Melissa and
marvel at her long golden locks. It brought back the memory of that morning,
lying in bed wanking. He had imagined fucking Melissa from just this angle and
a knowing satisfied grin spread across his lips as he remembered imagining what
it would be like to fuck her. He was going to make a move soon. Then he
remembered the pool of cum on his bed sheet and Aunt Maggie saying it was wash
day. His cheeks flushed. He had planned to hang around the refectory after lecture
to spend some time eyeing up Melissa but he would have to go home, get his
sheet stripped and make some excuse so that he could just slip it in the
washing machine himself without her seeing it.

After the lecture he caught up with his mates Steve and Aaron to make
plans for that evening and then caught the bus home. It was Melissa that was on
his mind when he opened the front door and bounded up the stairs to his room.
He figured he had a good chance. She didn’t seem to be dating anyone and he was
not a bad looking guy.

Throwing his bag down next to the chest of drawers he grimaced as he
realised that the bed had already been stripped. He swore softly and then
laughed to himself nervously. He realised quickly that there was nothing to be
ashamed of. Aunt Maggie had had kids of her own and must have seen it a hundred
times before. Although she didn’t have a husband now he doubted it was anything
that she hadn’t encountered before during her married life. He should not be
ashamed, it was normal with healthy late teenage boys, everyone knew that
nowadays. He’d just carry on as normal as if nothing had happened. That was
assuming of course that she’d even noticed.

He heard voices and laughter from downstairs. Aunt Maggie’s coffee
morning, he remembered. It wasn’t unusual for them to go on into the afternoon.
He trotted down the stairs again and opening the lounge door stuck his head
around it so to let his Aunt know he was home.

The talking stopped and all faces turned to look at him. Aunt Maggie
was stood up by the fire place. Her friends were all sat around facing her. She
was holding up his bed sheet, a finger pointing at the circular yellow stain
that marked the white cotton. His faced flushed a deep shade of red and his
mouth fell open.

Aunt Maggie was completely calm and said, “Hello there, I was just
discussing with my friends which was the best way to get this stain out of your
sheet.”

He mumbled some words but they were as incoherent as the thoughts in
his head. He stepped into the room and stood like a naughty boy, in shock, a
prickle of sweat burst out over his forehead.

“I suggested that we should find out what the stain was first” said a
dark haired woman sat on the sofa. “Then we’d know what to use to remove it.”

He couldn’t speak.

“Perhaps if we knew how it got there?” said another woman.  He
fumbled nervously looking for words, his eyes searching the inquisitive faces
of each of the women.

“Come on now dear,” said Aunt Maggie “You must know what it is.”

“I…..I don’t….” suddenly an escape route burst into his mind. “Its glue
!.
I spilt some glue
!…….
this
morning………doing my homework.....I’m really sorry” he explained, praying that
they bought it.