Lust Call (17 page)

Enjoying the food and drink, and repeatedly flashing my wet sex crack at Barry, I wondered what I was going to do at seven o'clock. Having swallowed Barry's fresh spunk, my arousal was reaching frightening heights. But I could hardly wander down the garden and slip into the bushes. I was desperate to experience anal sex, but it seemed that I was going to have to wait until another day. My clitoris swelled expectantly as the time neared seven. I was shaking, and in dire need of an orgasm. I had to bring myself off before my clitoris exploded. I couldn't wait a moment longer, so I decided to make my excuses and go upstairs to masturbate.

‘I have a slight headache,' I said. ‘I think I'll go and lie down for a while.'

‘In that case . . .' Dave began, glancing at Barry. ‘Would you mind if we went to the pub for a while?'

‘Not at all,' I replied, trying not to show my excitement.

‘That's great. I'll clear up when I get back. You go and have a rest, OK?'

‘OK, I will. I'll see you both later.'

As they left, I sipped my wine and wondered at their timing. Had they planned to go out, or had I prompted them? Were they going to slip into the alleyway and wait for me behind the fence? I thought
it odd that I'd received the phone call asking me to go to the fence within minutes of Dave going round to Barry's house. Now, as the time approached seven, Dave and Barry had gone out. They couldn't have been in this together, could they? Earlier in the day, I'd opened the front door expecting to meet the man from behind the fence, and I'd found Dave standing on the step. There were too many coincidences for my liking. But I couldn't believe that Dave and Barry had fucked me through the hole in the fence.

Maybe I was about to find out, I mused, wandering into the kitchen and grabbing the butter dish from the fridge. Lifting the back of my dress and smearing the creamy butter around my bottom-hole, I felt my anal sphincter muscles tighten. If Dave was the culprit, and he'd brought Barry in on his scam . . . Then what? To discover that my husband had posed as my blackmailer and forced me to commit crude sexual acts, not only with him but with another man . . . It wasn't possible, was it?

I headed down the garden, slipped into the bushes and listened for movements the other side of the fence. Hearing nothing, I knelt on the ground and looked through the hole. All I could see was bushes. Maybe the man had seen that we were having a barbecue and had thought that I wouldn't be able to make it. Maybe Dave and Barry were about to tap on the fence. I still had no idea how many men there were, let alone who they were. But, with my arousal now bubbling over, I really didn't care.

‘Are you there, Sarah?' someone whispered.

‘Yes,' I breathed, again spying through the hole. I couldn't see a damned thing. ‘I'm here.'

‘Well greased?'

‘Yes.'

‘Take your position.'

Bending over with my dress up over my back, I pressed my naked buttocks against the wooden fence and waited in anticipation. I felt a finger probing my anal crease, and then the man ordered me to raise my bum slightly. As the finger teased the sensitive ring of my anus, sending quivers through my pelvis, I let out a rush of breath. I'd never had anal sex, and I must admit to feeling apprehensive, as well as aroused beyond belief. Would my tight little bottom-hole accommodate a huge cock? Would I split open?

The finger left my anus, and I felt a swollen knob pressing hard against my tight hole. The man pushed harder, his knob stretching the delicate brown tissue, gradually opening my anus. Suddenly, his knob slipped past my anal sphincter muscles as if being sucked into my rectum. I gasped, my young body trembling as he drove his cock inch by inch into my arse. The sensations were amazing. His solid member stretched my anus, filling my rectal duct . . . I gasped again as he impaled me fully on his massive cock.

My hands resting on my knees, my naked bum cheeks pressed hard against the wooden fence, I breathed heavily as he withdrew slowly and then propelled his knob deep into the hot depths of my bowels. Never had I known such heavenly sensations as he increased his anal shafting rhythm. My pelvis inflating and deflating with his penile thrusts, my juices of desire pouring from my neglected vagina, my clitoris solid, I slipped my fingers between my swollen sex lips. Driving two fingers deep into the restricted sheath of my cunt, I let out a cry of pleasure and shook wildly as my climax neared.

As my anal duct flooded with lubricious sperm, easing the pistoning of the unseen man's solid cock as he increased his fucking rhythm, and with my swollen
clitoris massaged by my vaginal fingering, I again cried as my own orgasm erupted. Wave after wave of pure sexual ecstasy rolled throughout my abused body, shaking me to the very core of my being. I lost myself in my decadence as a gush of hot urine flooded my hand and splattered on the ground between my parted feet. This really was the ultimate in sexual depravity, I mused in my wickedness as my orgasm peaked. This was real sex.

The spent penis slipped out of my inflamed rectum with a loud sucking sound as I fell forward and landed on all fours. I panted for breath as sperm oozed from the gaping hole of my abused anus. Rolling over on to the grass and lying on my back, I felt completely exhausted in the aftermath of my anal fucking. Exhausted, and sexually satisfied as never before. Why hadn't Dave ever suggested anal sex, I mused dreamily as a blackbird fluttered in the old apple tree above me. Why couldn't we have had a full and varied sex life?

‘Tomorrow, Sarah,' the man whispered from behind the fence.

‘Yes, yes tomorrow,' I breathed.

‘I'll tell you who Brian is tomorrow morning. Be here at nine o'clock.'

‘I'll be here.'

‘Good.'

I really didn't care who Brian was as I lay trembling on the grass. I didn't care who any of the men were. As long as they gave me their rock-hard cocks and filled me with spunk, their identities didn't matter. It might have been Barry behind the fence, for all I knew. Barry or Dave or some stranger . . . Whoever he was, he'd fucked my arse and given me a new life. No longer did I have to rely on one man for sex. Did I need Dave? I needed his money.

Finally dragging my sated body up, I staggered back to the house with sperm oozing from my anus and trickling down my inner thighs. Crawling beneath my quilt, I was shattered, too tired to take a shower. This was to be my first night with Dave after his trip away, and I had another man's spunk oozing from my arsehole. I'd had my cunt fucked, my arse fucked, my mouth fucked . . . What would tomorrow bring? I was still musing dreamily on this as I fell into a deep sleep.

DAVE GOT UP
early, and I wondered whether we were going to have a sex life at all. He'd not touched me when he'd come to bed and I wondered whether he wanted me any more. At least he'd not seen my shaved pussy, I mused as he went into the shower. Perhaps he had another woman? Some teenage slut he'd met during a photo shoot? Or, maybe we
did
have a sex life. Perhaps he'd been the man behind the fence.

I pretended to be sleeping as he came into the bedroom and dressed. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want to speak to him. Was I feeling guilty? Guilt was a thing of the past. My thoughts were centred on the future, a future of gratifying and very crude sex with other men. I still loved Dave. But, since he'd been away, I'd had a taste of real sex. I'd also rediscovered masturbation. Had I discovered the real me? I was a slut.

‘See you this evening,' he whispered, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

‘OK,' I breathed, half opening my eyes and offering him a slight smile.

I waited until I'd heard the front door close, then I leapt out of bed and took a shower. Washing away the dried sperm from my anal hole, I felt my womb contract as I recalled the solid cock gliding into my
tight rectum, the swollen knob absorbing the dank heat of my bowels. The feel of a rock-hard cock shafting my bottom-hole, creamy spunk lubricating the illicit union . . . I'd become a nymphomaniac, I concluded, shaving the stubble from my pussy lips and the gentle rise of my mons. I was hooked on anal sex. Dave was at work, and I was free to fuck and come and enjoy my new-found secret life. My dangerous life?

Dressed in my miniskirt and a loose-fitting blouse, I checked the time. 8.30, only half an hour before I had to be by the fence. There was no time for breakfast, but I needed a shot of caffeine so I made myself a cup of coffee. I opened the back door and stepped out on to the patio to breathe in the summer air. The birds singing, the sun shining, it was a beautiful day. A day for hard, cold, and immensely gratifying crude sex.

I wanted to meet my lover, I decided, finishing my coffee. The hole in the fence was fun, but I wanted to be face to face with the man. I wanted to suck his cock, lick his balls, have him finger my hungry cunt and lick and suck my clitoris and . . . My arousal again soaring to frightening heights, I left the house by the front door and trotted around the side of Rob's house to the back alley. I was early, ten minutes to go.

It seemed funny looking at the fence and the bushes. That was the very spot where the man had stood and fucked my bottom, but I had no idea who he was. There had definitely been more than one man, I was sure of that. One thing I had learnt during my sluttish teenage years was that not all cocks are the same. Were all pussies the same? My clitoris swelling in expectation, I was about to hide behind a tree to wait for my unknown lover when someone called me.

‘Hi,' a man said as he approached. ‘It's Sarah, isn't it? I'm Keith, from number fifty-four.'

‘Oh, er . . . Yes,' I stammered, wondering whether this was my man. ‘Hi.'

‘Lovely day again. You out for a walk?'

‘No, I . . . I was just looking at the fence at the end of my garden. The bushes are hanging over and . . . I thought I might cut them back.'

‘Don't cut them too much or you'll have people climbing over the fence,' he said with a chuckle.

‘People?' I echoed, frowning at him. ‘Why would anyone want to climb over the fence?'

‘Kids from the park. Right little buggers, they are.'

‘Oh, I see. So, where are you off to?'

‘I'm just out for a walk. If you do cut the bushes back, be careful of those nettles. You look beautiful in that short skirt, but the nettles will get your legs.'

‘I'll change into jeans first.'

‘You're probably better off leaving the bushes as they are. Anyway, I'll see you later.'

‘Yes, right,' I breathed as he walked away.

Was he my man, I wondered. He was in his forties and not bad looking but, was he my blackmailer? Not sure what to do, I slipped into the trees edging the park and hid. I may have blown it, I mused anxiously, hoping that Dave wouldn't now be sent the photographs of my debauchery. Shit, I thought, reckoning that I'd riled my blackmailer and ruined everything. Did he have Dave's email address? Would he send the pictures to Dave and . . . I should have stayed in the garden. But, I didn't want to have sex through a hole in the fence. If I was going to have an affair, then I wanted to do it properly.

Noticing a man wandering along the alleyway, I ducked behind a bush. It was the man I'd just spoken to, Keith from down the road. Why had he come
back? I watched suspiciously as he stopped and looked at the fence. As he slipped into the thick bushes, I could see him standing by the fence.
You're probably better off leaving the bushes as they are
. Why had he said that? Had he pulled out his cock? Was he waiting for my bottom? I knew that I'd got my man as I watched him. Should I confront him? What was the best thing to do? Finally leaving my hide, I stepped into the alleyway.

‘Morning, Brian,' I said.

‘Oh, er . . .' he gasped, leaping out of the bushes and joining me. ‘Hi, again. My name's Keith.'

‘Of course it is. So, we meet at last.'

‘I was just . . .'

‘I know what you were doing,' I cut in, grinning at him.

‘I was just checking the fence. Only, I've seen a man hovering around here.'

‘Really?'

‘I've seen someone hovering by your fence on and off for several days now.'

‘Why didn't you mention it before?'

‘I . . . I didn't want to worry you.'

‘Shall we stop playing games?' I sighed. ‘We both want the same thing, so let's not waste time. Why don't you come into the woods with me?'

‘Into the woods?' he murmured, frowning as if perplexed.

‘Come on, Keith. You know that I need it as much as you do. I'm just pleased that we've met at last. So, are you coming with me?'

I wandered into the woods, found a small clearing and settled on the ground. He followed me, his suntanned face frowning beneath his crop of black hair as he looked down at me. He obviously wasn't going to admit to blackmailing me, but I was one
hundred per cent sure that he was the culprit. It must have been dead on nine o'clock when he'd slipped into the bushes, and that was no coincidence. I'd got my man, all right. And, now, I wanted his hard penis. Reaching up, I unzipped his trousers and groped about for his cock. His frown turned into a grin as I pulled out his flaccid shaft, and he reached out to stroke my long blonde hair. This was Brian, I knew as he unbuckled his belt and allowed his trousers to fall down his legs and crumple around his ankles. I still had no idea who his accomplice was. How had he got my email address? How did he know my phone number? There were a lot of unanswered questions, but I wanted his cock before probing for answers.

Kneeling, I took his stiffening shaft in my hand and fully retracted his fleshy foreskin. His purple knob glistened in the sunlight filtering down through the trees, and I parted my full lips to suck his plum into my sperm-thirsty mouth. The salty taste drove me wild, and I imagined slipping into the woods every day to meet my secret lover. I wouldn't tell Barry, I decided. I'd have sex with Barry at the end of my garden, and with Keith in the woods. And I'd allow Derek to fuck me in the house when Dave was at work. Derek was my first adulterous fuck, I couldn't leave him out of my sexual diary. Maybe Rob was a future conquest, I mused dreamily. His wife had gone, and I was sure that he'd be only too eager to fuck me.