Naked Lies (28 page)

"What if he
comes home unexpectedly and..."

"I don't want
him discovering our secret any more than you do. It'll be up to you
to make sure we're safe."

"How can I do
that?"

"That's your
problem. He'd better not find out because..."

"All along,
you've threatened to tell him, and now you're terrified that he
might find out. What's happened? What's changed?"

"Nothing...
nothing's changed. OK, take your clothes off and come down the
garden."

"Mat's due
home soon," I mumbled, my juices oozing from my tightening
vagina.

"As I said,
that's your problem. You'd better make sure he doesn't catch
us."

"I can't make
sure."

"We'd better
hurry up, then."

So, he hadn't
told Mat that I'd phoned, I reflected as I unbuttoned my blouse.
Perhaps this was the time to have Mat catch us. I'd say that I'd
been blackmailed, had no choice, been forced into debased sex. Mat
could hardly blame me for the debauchery! But no, the time was
wrong. I had to decide where I was going, what my long-term plan
was before igniting the explosion.

"Right, let's
go," Den grinned, grabbing the bag and opening the back door as I
stepped out of my skirt and slipped my blouse over my shoulders.
"Christ! What the hell have you done to your tits?"

"My lover,
he... That's my business."

"You look as
if you've had them whipped."

"I have."

"Shaving your
cunt, having your tits whipped... Quite a little tart, aren't you?
OK, to the apple tree."

Following him
down the garden, I recalled the three penises fucking me, spunking
into my orifices. I wanted them again, using me, violating my naked
body. Perhaps I should tell Mat that I knew his game and suggest
that they both share me, my body, my cunt. Den and Mat fucking me
without threats, blackmail... My tormented mind was forever
manifesting insane plans.

As Den took
the dog collar and chain from the bag, I thought he was going to
force me to get on all fours again. But he fixed the collar round
my wrists and slung the chain over a branch above my head. My arms
above me, he secured the chain and ordered me to stand with my feet
wide apart. Again, I was defenceless, at his mercy, but it was
different this time. I craved crude sex! If trees could talk...

"I really do
like your cunt," he grinned, running his fingertips over my swollen
love lips, up and down my open sex groove.

"No!" I gasped
as he clipped clothes pegs to my sore nipples. "Please, it
hurts!"

"Good, that's
what I like to hear from my sex slave. There's nothing like a
little pain to discipline you."

"Christ, take
them off!" I cried as the pain seared through my swollen
breasts.

"Far from take
them off, I'm going to clip two more to your cunny flaps!" he
chuckled. "Unless you want more pain, you will obey your master at
all times."

Taking each
outer lip between his finger and thumb, he attached the clothes
pegs, squeezing my fleshy sex hillocks tightly between the wooden
jaws. I didn't protest, there was no point. He had it firmly in his
mind to abuse my naked body, and there was nothing I could do to
stop him. The four pegs tightening, I grimaced as the strange
combination of pain and pleasure coursed through my tethered body.
Was this really what I wanted from my once dignified, feminine
form? I believed it was.

"We'll start
with a thrashing, just to wet your cunt," he drooled, taking a
leather strap from the bag and moving behind me. My eyes squeezed
shut, my buttocks tensed, pressed together, I waited in
anticipation. I wanted Mat to watch the abuse, the abuse of his
once faithful and loving wife. Knowing that he'd been there the
last time I was tethered to the tree had sent an unknown thrill up
my spine, a quiver through my womb. Do any of us really know what
we want? Did I? How could I make plans when I didn't know what I
wanted?

"Here it
comes!" Den chortled. The leather strap cracking loudly across my
taut buttocks, I screamed, almost jumping out of my skin with the
shock. "And again!" he laughed, the strap striking me, transmitting
stinging pain through my rigid globes. Three, four, five times the
strap lashed me, my buttocks burning, my nipples hurting as my
breasts bounced and the pegs tightened. On and on he thrashed me,
the strap catching the backs of my thighs, neglecting not one inch
of my creamy flesh.

After twenty
or so lashes he halted the gruelling thrashing and stood before my
naked body. "And now for your cunt," he grinned wickedly. My eyes
closed, I thought he was going to fuck me, drive his solid penis
deep into my vagina and spunk up me. "Without pubes, your cunt
looks just like a little bottom," he laughed, removing the clothes
pegs from my fleshy vaginal cushions. "And girls' bottoms should be
thrashed regularly!"

Grimacing, I
tried to cry out, to plead for mercy as the strap lashed my vaginal
lips, arresting my words of protest. The leather flailing my
protruding inner petals, never had I known such beautiful
sensations of pain and satisfaction. My clitoris swelling, my cunt
milk streaming from my open sex hole, I yearned for orgasm. I
wanted Den inside me, fucking me, sperming me. My body had become
an object of pleasure, its sole function to bring me sexual
gratification. Where was Jane?

"Fuck me," I
whimpered as the beautiful instrument of torture thrashed my
burning pussy lips again and again. Ignoring my crude request, he
continued the gruelling beating as I hung my head. My blonde hair
cascading over my swollen breasts, I gazed at my nipples, the
wooden pegs pinching my sensitive brown buds. My naked body, my
temple, was desecrated and defiled beyond belief. What had I
become?

As he halted
the beating, I raised my head and gazed at him. An evil glint in
his dark eyes, he removed the pegs from my nipples and squeezed my
full breasts. "So, you like having your tits thrashed?" he taunted.
I said nothing as he raised the strap and lashed my breasts. With
each deafening crack I jolted, my nipples standing painfully erect
as if seeking their abuser. How much more could I endure? I
wondered. How much longer could I wait for the release of
orgasm?

After a dozen
lashes he discarded the strap and knelt before my naked body. Was I
now to be allowed my orgasm? I pondered as he parted my stinging
love lips and tasted my flowing juices. His tongue driving deep
into my cunt, I quivered, my clitoris pulsating, yearning
attention.

Pressing on
the pink flesh surrounding my sex button, I thought he was going to
lick me to orgasm. "No!" I screamed as he clipped a peg to my
clitoris, pinching my sensitive pleasure nodule. "Den, please!" He
ignored me as he moved behind my naked body and yanked my burning
buttocks wide apart. My clitoris swelling, throbbing, the exquisite
sensations coursed through my quivering womb, transporting me to
new heights of sexual ecstasy.

His bulbous
knob between my buttocks, pressing against my delicate anal iris, I
gasped as he tried to enter me there. "God!" I breathed as his
glans slipped past my sphincter muscles and drove deep into the
heat of my bowels. Hanging from the chain, my body jolting as he
grabbed my hips and began his anal fucking, the beautiful
sensations driving me wild, I whimpered in my pleasure.

"Spunk me," I
whimpered in my sexual delirium as he repeatedly drove his knob
into my rectal duct. My brown ring stretched around his thrusting
shaft, his balls slapping between my thighs, I felt his knob rudely
opening me with each ramming thrust. Again and again he forced his
swelling glans deep into my tightening duct, taking me to my sexual
heaven as the clothes peg pinched my pulsating clitoris. I was
going to come, I knew, as my womb trembled and my cunt tightened.
Gasping, I wondered how it would feel as my clitoris erupted in
orgasm within the wooden jaws of the peg.

"Coming!" he
cried, ramming his knob into me with such force that I thought I'd
split open. His sperm gushing, lubricating our debased union, my
own climax exploded within my throbbing pleasure nodule. The
incredible sensations emanating from my abused clitoris
transmitting deep into my pelvis, rippling through my trembling
body, I thought I'd die as the exquisite pleasure peaked.

"Fuck me!" I
pleaded in my obscenity as he rammed into my bottom-hole, filling
my bowels with his jetting jism. "Fuck my arse!" Somewhere in the
distance, through the haze of my mind, I thought I heard a car -
Mat's car. Was I dreaming? I wondered as my orgasm peaked again,
gripping my naked body, shaking me to the core. I wanted Mat to see
me, to witness the debauched act. I wanted him to see the pure
sexual bliss depicted in my expression as another man fucked and
spermed my arse.

"God, you're
tight!" Den gasped as he withdrew his shaft, his swollen knob
sliding out of my brimming anal duct. My own orgasm subsiding, I
hung from the chain, my pinched clitoris sending ripples of
pleasure deep into my contracting womb. Was the abuse over? I
wondered as he removed the clothes peg, my clitoris ballooning in
its freedom. Was Mat home?

Releasing the
chain, Den grinned as I collapsed to the ground, sperm oozing from
my brown hole, running between my stinging buttocks. My cunt lips
crimson from the thrashing, my breasts a fire-red, I lay quivering
on the grass, recovering from my incredible ordeal. My mind
drifting, thoughts swirling, I knew I'd become an insatiable
nymphomaniac. I wanted more sex, another thrashing, another anal
fucking. I wanted Lisa.

"Get up and
put your clothes on, bitch!" Den ordered me. I clambered to my feet
and staggered across the lawn to the house. Almost falling into the
kitchen, I hurriedly covered my abused body with my skirt and
blouse as I heard the front door close. Den made his escape around
the side of the house, leaving me to face Mat. Still trembling in
the aftermath of my climax, my hair matted, dishevelled, I wondered
what to say as he appeared in the doorway and stared at me.

"Are you OK?"
he blurted out. "What the hell's happened to you?"

"I've been
running," I managed to reply as I felt Den's sperm oozing from my
inflamed anal tube and running down my legs.

"Running?"

"Running
around the garden. Jogging to keep fit."

"Has Den been
here? I've been ringing his doorbell but he's not in."

"No, he's not
been here."

"His car's in
the drive. Are you sure he's not been round?"

"Of course I'm
sure! It's not something I'd be unsure of, is it?"

"No, I suppose
not."

Stepping out
of the back door to escape Mat, I noticed the leather strap lying
on the grass beneath the apple tree. Perfect! I mused as Mat joined
me. Now all hell would be let loose! Mat was quick to notice the
evidence as he walked across the lawn. Picking the strap up, he
turned and faced me. He knew only too well what I'd been up to as
he walked disconcertedly towards me. What would he say? What could
he say?

"What's this?"
he demanded.

"I don't know,
I haven't seen it before," I replied innocently, sitting on a
chair, the evening sun warming me.

"It's a
leather strap."

"Yes, I can
see that."

"What's it
doing down the garden?"

"I have no
idea, Mat. As I said, I haven't seen it before."

I woke the
following morning to find myself alone in bed, my skin taut with
dried sperm. Where was Mat? Sleepy-eyed, I squinted at the bedside
clock - seven-thirty. Perhaps he was downstairs? Leaping out of
bed, I dashed into the bathroom and took a shower, washing the
spunk away, cleansing my aching sex ducts. The jetting water
between my inflamed pussy lips exciting me, I wanted to come.
Later, I promised myself.

Hurriedly
slipping into a blouse and skirt, I bounded downstairs to the
kitchen. "Oh, there you are," I smiled as he peered at me over his
newspaper. My knickerless pussy was wetting, my clitoris
calling.

"You'd left by
the time I got to Den's last night," he said, folding the paper. "I
stayed there until the early hours."

"I was tired,
exhausted - I couldn't wait for you any longer. Did you have a good
time?"

"Yes, chatting
and drinking - it was OK. They were a good crowd."

"There were no
women there," I remarked, opening the back door. The sun was hot, I
wanted the hoe.

"Lucky old
you, surrounded by young men!" he laughed.

"Yes, lucky
old me."

In the garden,
I breathed in the flower-scented morning air, wondering what the
day would bring. Den had said that he'd fuck me tomorrow. Could I
take another fucking? My body aching, my lust holes sore, I
recalled the evening of unadulterated debauchery. Mat must have
been watching me. What had he thought as I'd gasped and writhed in
the grips of my orgasms, gulped sperm from erupting cockheads? I'd
been double mouth-fucked, arse-fucked, cunt-fucked. Lower and lower
in my depravity, deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit. Had Mat
watched the men wank over me, shower me with their perverse seed?
My clitoris swelled as I pictured the young men, their heavy balls
and huge penises. I wanted them again.

"What plans
have you for today?" Mat asked as he joined me on the patio.

"Lisa's coming
round for coffee," I smiled. "And Den."

"He didn't
mention it."

"He doesn't
know."

"What do you
mean?"

"I haven't
asked him, yet."

"Why ask him
round?"

"To thank him
for a wonderful evening. He entertained me, looked after me. The
least I can do is invite him round for coffee."

Walking across
the lawn, I wanted to tell Mat that I knew everything, of his
involvement, his wickedness. Pausing by the hoe, I pondered again
on letting him catch me masturbating, fucking myself with the long
plastic handle. My cunt tightened, my love lips swelling, my sex
valley opening as I imagined the implement ramming into me. Mat
would think me a tart - as if he didn't already!