Lust Call (26 page)

‘Oh, I'm sure I will,' she trilled, flashing me a knowing look.

‘I'm a lucky man,' Barry chipped in. ‘Living next door to a beautiful . . .'

‘You're also a married man,' I cut in with a giggle.

‘I don't feel like a married man,' he sighed. ‘I never see Jilly these days.'

‘Is she at her mother's again?'

‘Yes, she is. The amount of time she spends there, she might as well move in with the woman.'

‘Talking of moving in, when can you move in?' I asked Debbie, trying not to sound too eager.

‘Tomorrow, if that's OK with you?'

‘Yes, tomorrow will be fine.'

‘You'll have to get the spare room ready,' Dave said as he fiddled with the barbecue.

‘That won't take me long. I'll show you your room now, Debbie.'

Dave and Barry lit the fire and chatted about this and that as I led Debbie up to the spare room. I was going to have to control myself, I thought as she sat on the bed. As her short skirt rose up her slender thighs, I again wondered whether she was wearing panties. Kneeling on the floor between her feet, I parted her thighs and lifted her dress up over the smooth plateau of her stomach and gazed longingly at her naked pussy.

Her sex lips were full and firm, the deep creases between her labia and her thighs forming a perfect V below her smooth stomach. Her crack was tightly closed, concealing her inner labia, her ripe clitoris, nestling within her young valley. Moving forward and kissing her fleshy love lips as she reclined on the bed, I ran my tongue up and down her opening valley of desire as she breathed deeply in her arousal.

‘I want you,' I breathed huskily.

‘You've got me, Sarah,' she replied, opening her legs wide.

Peeling her succulent sex lips apart and savouring the aphrodisiacal taste of her teenage juices of lust, I wondered what the future held. What would Keith do? What would he say? Without the photographs, there wasn't a great deal he could do. He'd undoubtedly guess that Debbie and I were enjoying a lesbian relationship, and he'd want a share of my young body, but . . . maybe I could meet him in the woods now and then, I ruminated, imagining his solid cock driving deep into the heat of my tight rectum. As much as I needed Debbie, I also needed a hard cock shafting my sex holes, I reflected. Why deny myself the pleasure of my men?

Slipping two fingers deep into Debbie's teenage vagina, I massaged her wet inner flesh and sucked her erect clitoris into my hot mouth. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, her shapely body quivering as I took her closer to her orgasm. We'd have sex every day, I decided. Once Dave had gone to work, I'd slip into her room and love her and drink the hot milk flowing from her sweet vagina. And no one would suspect that we were lesbian lovers. This was going to work out perfectly.

Whimpering softly as I swept my tongue over the pink tip of her solid clitoris, she arched her back and shook wildly as her climax gripped her. The softness of her slender thighs pressed against my cheeks as I mouthed and gobbled between her swollen outer lips. With her pussy scent filling my nostrils, I felt my own clitoris swell and my juices of arousal flow. I wanted to strip her naked and take her to bed and lick and kiss her all over. Sixty-nine, I mused dreamily, imagining our mouths locked between each other's
sex lips. Once she'd moved in with me, we'd have plenty of time for loving, I thought happily.

Slipping my fingers out of her contracting vagina as she came down from her orgasm, I pressed my lips against the pink cone of flesh surrounding her sex hole and sucked out her hot milk. Drinking from her writhing body, I wondered when Dave was going to Thailand. Debbie would sleep in the marital bed with me while he was away, I decided. Sitting back on my heels and licking my pussy-wet lips, I watched her slender thighs twitching, her stomach rising and falling, as she drifted down from her orgasm. She was an angel and, although Dave would be wondering where we'd got to, I wanted more of her young body.

Rolling her over on to her stomach, I spread her legs and gazed at the firm cheeks of her young bottom. Was I a sex-crazed lesbian, I wondered, parting her bum cheeks and exposing the small hole of her anus. Or, was I in love? Licking the delicate brown tissue surrounding her private hole, tasting her there as she writhed and gasped, I pushed the tip of my tongue into the dank heat of her rectal tube and breathed in her heady scent. Easing two fingers deep into the wet sheath of her neglected vagina, pushing my tongue deeper into her rectal hole, I couldn't get enough of her young body. Then Dave called from the garden.

‘We'd better go downstairs,' I breathed, slipping my fingers out of her hot pussy.

‘I don't want you to stop,' she gasped.

‘You can have more later,' I returned with a giggle. ‘We'll have all day tomorrow. In fact, we'll have all day every day to love each other.'

‘I want to spend the nights with you, too,' she murmured, rolling over and sitting upright on the bed. ‘Knowing that you'll be in the next room at night . . .'

‘Dave will be working away soon, so we'll sleep together. Debbie, tell me more about Keith.'

‘He was besotted with you and he started watching you and following you. He became obsessed with you. It started out as fun and he reckoned that you were enjoying his emails and his dirty talk. The last thing he expected was for you to go with other men. He was hoping that you'd eventually meet him and . . . Well, I don't know what he was hoping for. Sex, I suppose. He then took a couple of photographs of you with a man. That's when he came up with his plan to blackmail you. It wasn't blackmail, really. I mean, he'd never have sent the photos to your husband.'

‘There was another man behind the fence with him one evening. You have no idea who that was?'

‘He didn't involve me in everything he did. Sometimes, he'd have a friend round to the house, but I was either out or up in my room. I don't know who the other man was.'

‘I'm just wondering what he'll do when you tell him that you're moving out.'

‘He knows that I want to move out. He won't do anything, so there's no need to worry. Besides, he doesn't have the photographs any more.'

‘OK, we'd better go down to the barbecue.'

I couldn't stop thinking about Keith as the evening wore on, and I thought it might be an idea to talk to him. Debbie said that she'd bring her things round at ten o'clock in the morning, which would give me time to chat to Keith. Everything had worked out so well, and I didn't want Keith causing trouble. Dave had already suspected me of playing around, and the last thing I wanted was Keith opening his mouth and blabbing about me.

Dave went to work early the following morning. Excited by the thought of Debbie moving in, I leapt out of bed and had showered and dressed by eight o'clock. The blackmail was over, but I had to talk to Keith. I wanted to tell him that I knew that he was the culprit and . . . Did I want sex with him. I pondered as I walked around the side of Rob's house to the alleyway. Even though he'd blackmailed me, I still fancied him. Besides, had he not threatened me, I'd never have met Debbie. I had Keith to thank for my lesbian relationship, I reflected. Had I accepted that I was a lesbian? I was bisexual, I concluded.

Walking along the alley, I stopped and gazed at the gate at the end of Keith's garden. Wondering if he would be at home, I opened the gate and looked across the lawn at the open kitchen door. The last thing I wanted was for Debbie to see me and . . . Noticing Keith in his kitchen, I called him. He stepped out on to the patio, his face beaming as he headed towards me. He wouldn't be smiling when I told him that I knew everything.

‘You're an early bird,' he said, joining me in the alleyway.

‘And you're a naughty boy,' I returned. ‘Taking photographs and sending me emails . . .'

‘Me?' he breathed, frowning at me.

‘Yes, you. I know everything, Keith.'

‘All right,' he conceded. ‘I'm sorry.'

‘And so you should be. Blackmailing an innocent young girl like me . . .'

‘I don't think innocent is the right word, Sarah.'

‘Maybe not. Do you know what you put me through?'

‘A most enjoyable and sexually gratifying time, from what I saw.'

‘Yes, well . . . I'm very cross with you, Keith. I've a good mind to spank you.'

‘I'd say that's a suitable punishment for my crime,' he returned, chuckling as he reached out and squeezed the firmness of my breasts through my blouse. ‘Shall we go into the woods?'

‘Who is the other man?' I asked him.

‘What other man?'

‘Keith, you know very well what I'm talking about.'

‘I don't, honestly.'

‘When you were behind the fence one evening, there was another man with you.'

‘No, no you're wrong.'

‘Not all cocks are the same, Keith. There was another man. Was it Rob?'

‘There was no other man, Sarah.'

‘All right, have it your way. I suppose I'd better tell you because you'll soon find out anyway.'

‘Tell me what?'

‘Debbie is moving in with me.'

‘Yes, I know.'

‘You know? You mean, she told you?'

‘She said that she was moving out this morning and, when I discovered that the photographs had miraculously disappeared from my computer, I put two and two together.'

‘Oh, right. And, you're OK with that?'

‘It's her life. It's up to her, isn't it? What about us, Sarah? I mean, I know I've been bad but . . .'

‘Bad? You've behaved despicably.'

‘Let's go into the woods and you can punish me.'

‘Meet me there in ten minutes.'

‘Why not now?'

‘Because you're going to call on Derek and Barry first.'

‘What?'

‘You've each fucked me, used and abused me, and I want all three of you at once.'

‘Bloody hell. Are you sure about this?'

‘Yes, I am. Where's Debbie?'

‘She's in the shower.'

‘Have you fucked her?'

‘She's a lesbian, Sarah. She's all lesbian.'

‘Good. I'll be ready and waiting in the woods, OK?'

‘Er . . . Yes, OK.'

‘Don't tell Debbie.'

‘No, no I won't.'

My dream was about to come true, I thought happily as I walked back along the alley and slipped into the woods. I still had no idea who the other man was, but I was determined to find out before the day was over. I wandered into the clearing amongst the bushes, slipped out of my clothes and lay on the ground beneath the trees. Three men, I mused dreamily. Three men, three mouths, three rock-hard hard cocks . . . Was the other man my husband?

This was going to be the ultimate experience in crude sex, I thought. Was it to be my last fling before Debbie moved in with me? I doubted that I could resist my men, their beautiful cocks. I'd be meeting them in the woods regularly, I knew. But I wouldn't tell Debbie about my exploits in the woods. She knew that I'd been with several men, but my gangbang would remain my dirty little secret.

The men said nothing as they walked into the clearing and looked down at my naked body sprawled out on the ground. Derek grinned at me, Barry flashed me a knowing look, and Keith licked his lips. They were lucky men, I thought as they stripped naked. I was a lucky girl. Gazing at the three solid
cocks as the men stood around my young body, I decided to let them take the lead. I was there to be used and abused, there was no need for me to instruct them. I'd open my mouth, my cunt and my bottom-hole on their command. I'd allow them to fuck me and fill my naked body with their fresh spunk.

They whispered amongst themselves, and then Keith ordered me to position myself on all fours. Derek knelt before my face with his erect cock only inches from my mouth and Barry slid beneath me. A swollen knob entering my sperm-thirsty mouth, a granite-hard cock driving deep into my adulterous cunt, I breathed heavily through my nose as Keith knelt behind me and pressed his bulbous plum hard against my tight anus. I'd not been greased, I mused as his solid cock tried to gain entry to my tight rectum.

My eyes rolled and my young womb contracted as he licked my anal hole to lubricate me there. This was real sex, I mused, savouring the salty taste of Derek's purple plum. I breathed in the heady scent of his pubic curls and gobbled on his beautiful cock as he began gasping. His wife would think that he was at home, I thought, sinking my teeth gently into his veined shaft as Keith yanked my firm buttocks wide apart and slipped his tongue deep into my rectal hole.

Again pressing his knob hard against my anus, Keith finally managed to drive his erect cock deep into my anal sheath. I began to tremble uncontrollably as his cock journeyed along my rectum to the depths of my bowels. Derek's knob bloated my pretty mouth, Barry's swollen plum pressed against my ripe cervix, Keith's purple cock absorbed the inner heat of my bowels . . . Impaled on three magnificent cocks, my dream had come true at last. I could feel the hard shafts stretching my cunt and my arse wide open, the
bulbous knobs pressing together through the thin membrane dividing my sex ducts. This was sheer sexual ecstasy, I thought, savouring the salty taste of the swollen knob bloating my mouth. My naked body used and abused in the woods . . . This is what I'd dreamed of.

Derek held my head as he drove his knob deeper into my mouth and hands kneaded my firm breasts and held my naked buttocks wide apart as my tense body rocked back and forth with the triple fucking. The sensations driving me wild as the men quickened their fucking motions, I imagined Debbie sucking fresh spunk out of the inflamed holes between my thighs. Doubting that she'd ever tasted sperm, I thought she might rather like to suck out the cream from my vaginal sheath before licking my clitoris to orgasm. The day ahead was going to be most rewarding, I knew as the squelching sounds of sex resounded throughout the trees.