Sweet Torments: The Best of Alex Jordaine (4 page)

Then Sam knelt on the bed and moved up her thighs. ‘Your skin is so soft here,’ she purred. The ache between Lauren’s legs was getting more acute. Her pussy felt slippery. Sam pushed Lauren’s legs apart to make room for herself and Lauren nearly climaxed there and then. She could feel her blood singing in her veins and her breath was coming quicker. Sam trailed her fingers lightly over her thighs. Lauren was now soaked.

And then it happened. Sam plunged her fingers into all that wetness between Lauren’s legs, making her groan with desire. She began pushing her fingers in and out of her pussy fast and hard and, God, it felt
so
good.

Then Sam did something else. She brought her mouth to Lauren’s rear cheeks and pressed her lips to her anus, licking her until she trembled with desire. And all the while her tongue was flick-flick-flicking its magic over Lauren’s anus she carried on masturbating her, making her clitoris pulse with a moist insistent throb until, all her nerves singing, a powerful orgasm shook and scorched her to ecstasy.

Finally Lauren fell back down to earth. She rolled over then, revealing her naked breasts and erect brown nipples and the copious wetness between her thighs. She brushed her long hair from her face and looked into Sam’s eyes. ‘Your turn now,’ she said.

Sam’s eyes were shiny and her breathing shallow as she pulled her dress off, exposing herself entirely to her friend, her lover. Her body was perfect, Lauren thought. She pulled Sam down into her arms and pressed her lips to hers and kissed her hard as she rolled on top of her. Sam kissed her right back and the kiss felt fantastic.

Lauren then put her lips to Sam’s throat and licked a gentle trail down to her sex and began kissing her there. Her pussy was as wet and gleaming as her own and Lauren subjected it to a persistent licking. Sam groaned deeply and ran her hands up over her stiff nipples as Lauren licked deep inside her. She cried out in total abandon when she licked her to a blissful orgasm.

Then Lauren slithered back up the bed and the two women looked at each other. They held the look, their eyes locked, and then they both smiled. No words were necessary. They kissed for a very long time after that, losing themselves in the kiss. Then they lay quietly on their backs, Lauren’s arm under Sam’s neck, Sam’s head on her left shoulder. Their naked bodies were damp from their recent efforts.

‘I love you,’ Sam said ‘I always have, you know. I love everything about you.’

Lauren sighed. ‘I love you too,’ she said. It was true. She’d always loved Sam as the closest of friends and now they had enjoyed the most incredible sex together as well. What was that but romantic love? Or
was
it just sex? It certainly wasn’t any old sex, that was for sure. This was the kind of sex she’d been denied for too long – mind-blowing, ecstatic, out of this world. She loved Sam for it. She needed her for it. She ached for it. They made love again. And again. And again, over and over.

It was only when they finally stopped and Sam, all passions spent at last, lay slumbering peacefully by her side, that the guilt began to set in with Lauren. What in God’s name was she going to do about Mark, she wondered anxiously. She looked up at the ceiling, her face clouded with concern. One thing was certain. She must not tell him about what had happened between her and Sam. It was essential that she keep quiet about that. It would have to be her guilty secret.

And that was what it remained for the next three months as her affair with Sam raged like a forest fire. Finally Sam gave her an ultimatum. She told her: “It’s him or me”. Lauren was fed up with all the deception, all the lies she’d been telling Mark about the non-existent business trips she was going on all the time, the fictitious conference she’d attended in Paris and the other in Milan. Not that he took any real notice of anything she said these days.

Things really were at their lowest ebb between Lauren and her work-obsessed husband. She saw Mark very rarely indeed now and when she did, he just wasn’t there. He was present in the flesh, sure, but it was like his mind had travelled to another planet – the planet Simpson and fucking Gray. He was completely and utterly consumed by his work now, by his overwhelming ambition. ‘It’s him or me,’ Sam had said. Lauren made her choice.

Dreamscape

It was a dark night, moonless and starless. The window was open and the curtains were pushing inward slightly from a gentle breeze that was blowing in off the Mediterranean ocean. Helena Fox lay in bed next to her husband, Chris, both of them naked. ‘I can’t believe our honeymoon’s almost over,’ Helena said. The couple were all packed up and ready to go and would be flying back from Montpellier airport to London Gatwick first thing the next morning. ‘It only seems like yesterday that we got here.’

‘It only seems like yesterday that we actually met,’ Chris replied. Theirs had been a whirlwind romance.

‘True,’ his raven-haired beauty of a wife replied, her violet eyes sparkling in the darkness.

‘It’s been a wonderfully sexy honeymoon,’ Chris said. ‘I wish it could go on for ever.’

‘Amen to that,’ Helena agreed.

‘You’re an incredibly uninhibited lover, it’s amazing,’ Chris said. ‘You really know what you want.’

‘And you know how to give it to me,’ Helena replied.

There was a brief silence and then, ‘I suppose you want me to shut up so you can get some sleep,’ Chris said.

‘Not at all,’ Helena replied. ‘I’m enjoying lying here chatting to you. Anyway, I’m feeling too horny to sleep.’

‘Me too,’ said Chris, who had a medium hard-on. He reached down under the sheet and adjusted himself.

‘What do you think we should do about this randy condition that – just by way of a change – we both find ourselves in?’ Helena asked. She edged over to him, wrapped her fingers around his cock and started to caress it. ‘Apart from the obvious, of course,’ she added.

‘Or, perhaps, as well as the obvious?’ responded Chris mysteriously.

‘What do you mean, “as well as”?’

‘You remember, a couple of days into the honeymoon it was, I told you all about my sexual fantasies?’ Chris said.

‘How could I forget?’ Helena started to reply. ‘If I’d known you had such a filthy mind I’d have …’

‘You’d have what?’ Chris interrupted.

‘I’d have married you even earlier,’ she said with a husky laugh. ‘But what’s your point?’

‘It’s that you’ve not told me anything about
your
sexual fantasies yet,’ he said. ‘Will you please? I’d be fascinated to hear about them.’

‘What’s it worth?’ Helena asked teasingly, continuing to stroke his cock, which was now fully erect.

‘Whatever you want.’

‘Well, I know what I want and it seems to coincide with what you want too,’ said Helena. ‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’

‘So, what are your sexual fantasies like?’ Chris asked.

‘In a word, exotic,’ Helena replied.

‘How so?’

‘Let me explain.’ She gave his erection a last squeeze before shifting position and putting her arms behind her head. ‘They occur in a kind of dreamscape where all is sex, sex, and more sex.’

‘Sounds like my kind of place,’ Chris laughed. ‘But do I ever figure in them?’

‘Nah!’

‘Oh.’

‘Only kidding.’ Helena let out a soft chuckle. ‘Yes, of course you do – all the time. And you have done ever since we first became an item. In fact, you and I are the main protagonists in these exotic sexual fantasies of mine.’

‘Please tell me more,’ said Chris. ‘You’ve really got me interested.’ His shaft was not just hard but rock-hard now. He pushed the sheet away from his body and stretched out on the bed, waiting.

‘In these fantasies neither of us is wearing a stitch,’ Helena went on. ‘And the same applies to all the main characters. We’re all these completely sexual beings and occupy this idyllic wooded landscape. In these fantasies you and I wander about having various erotic encounters, involving all sorts of exciting permutations.’

‘Why don’t you give me a typical example?’ Chris suggested.

‘I’d be happy to. Are you lying comfortably?’

‘I am,’ Chris said, thinking or as comfortably as I can be with the hard-on I’ve got right now.

‘Then I’ll begin my horny tale,’ Helena said. ‘It is nearing sunset and the air, while still warm, is becoming slightly cooler. I am all alone, buck-naked it goes without saying, and have spent my day communing with nature as I roam the Arcadian paradise that is my home …’

There are clumps of wild flowers rising through the carpet of leaves beneath Helena’s bare feet and the trees are in bud. The sap’s rising in her too – the sap of erotic desire – and she’s been feeling increasingly randy as the day has gone on. Her pussy is now dripping wet and she’s absolutely aching for sex. She can feel trickles of wetness running down the inside of her thighs and her clit is buzzing.

She sits on the grassy bank of a lake of deepest blue, its rippled surface faintly reflecting the last of the day’s sun. Helena feels so incredibly horny by now that she can’t wait any longer and begins to pleasure herself. She spreads her legs wantonly wide and starts to rub the opening of her vagina, her fingers wet in her pulsating sex. She rolls her fingers over her hard pink clitoris too, moving them in tight circles, and groans with pleasure as the hooded pearl of pleasure rotates and slides against her slippery touch. Then she pushes her fingers in further, digging them in deep, plunging into all her juicy wetness over and over.

However Helena starts to get this strange feeling that she’s being watched by someone, so with no little reluctance she stops masturbating. She brings her vision, which has become glazed with lust, back into focus and scans the watery landscape before her. Then Helena sees near the middle of the lake the face of the person who’s watching her. It’s a face so exquisitely beautiful that it quite takes her breath away.

The face is that of a young Oriental woman. Helena can’t see any more of her than her lovely face since she’s immersed from the neck downwards in the rippling water. She is looking straight at her, staring intently. Her skin is so pale and delicate that it’s almost transparent, in stark contrast to the glossy blackness of her hair. Her mouth is provocative, her lips full. Her luminous blue eyes, which are large and slanted, continue to stare right at Helena. And she stares right back as the young woman starts to swim a slow breast stroke towards her.

Staring into the hypnotic eyes of this lovely vision as she languorously swims ever closer, Helena returns to playing with her pussy. She spreads the wetness of her labia with the fingers of one hand while teasing her stiff clit with the middle finger of the other. And all the while she keeps gazing lustfully into that Oriental beauty’s mesmerising blue eyes.

The young woman seems as hypnotized by Helena as she is by her and she swims slowly ever closer, the water that surrounds her shimmering with silver light. Helena can hear nothing but the beating of her heart and the gentle lapping of the water and the liquid sound her fingers make as she rubs them all over her hot pussy. She watches, transfixed, as the Oriental beauty swims closer and closer to her.

When she gets near the edge of the lake the young woman rises to stand waist deep amidst the water lilies, revealing her perfect breasts. They are prominent and full and her nipples are hard and jutting. She’s still staring directly at Helena and Helena at her; they can’t take their eyes off each other. Having removed her fingers from her soaking pussy, Helena reaches out her arms to her in a beckoning gesture and she moves closer to her.

The young Oriental woman begins to slither smoothly out of the water and up between Helena’s open legs. She brings her face between her quivering thighs and fastens her full lips to her sex. She starts licking her labia and clitoris, teasing her clit with her tongue. It feels heavenly to Helena and soon this gorgeous apparition has brought her to a shivery orgasm.

The young woman stops licking Helena’s wet pussy then and slithers back into the lake. She half submerges herself among the water lilies again, and Helena fears that she is about to swim off. Helena reaches out her arms to her once more in another beckoning gesture and to her relief she responds. She eases herself back out of the lake and moves this time to Helena’s side, water slowly trickling down her beautiful nude form.

Helena admires the young woman’s shapely behind as she crawls sinuously up the grass bank on her belly until she is lying next to her. Then this lovely creature turns onto her back to reveal … a big, hard cock. The shock and intense thrill Helena experiences at this startlingly unexpected sight causes her to climax again immediately, and more strongly this time. Orgasmic pleasure courses through her in waves.

But Helena wants more – much more – from her new, wonderful hermaphrodite lover. Helena shifts position and swings her hips over her lover’s beautiful face so that she can eat her pussy again while she fastens her lips tight to her erection, which is so urgent that already precome moistness is leaking steadily from its tip. Helena sucks at that moistness as she enjoys the feel of the Oriental beauty’s tongue moving rapidly over the lips of her sex. Her shaft in Helena’s mouth becomes stiffer and more urgent as she licks and licks at Helena, who soon trembles to another blissful orgasm.

But
still
Helena wants more. She climbs off the hermaphrodite’s body but remains on all fours, looking over her shoulder at her seductively. Helena’s new lover knows exactly what to do and, positioning herself behind her, thrusts her erection into Helena’s aching sex. She goes on to fuck Helena hard, her rhythm strong and fast. Helena’s pussy is hot and wet and tight as her lover pushes into her from behind, her shaft forging deep into her. She pushes and pushes into Helena’s pussy and she pushes and pushes back. The two lovers are consumed with torrid pleasure. They thrust together hungrily, desire sweeping through their naked bodies … until Helena decides to change position again and returns to lying on her back.

She and her lover go back to 69-ing one another, this time with the hermaphrodite on top. Her tongue licks all over Helena’s hot sex as, lifting her head up and down, Helena works her mouth fast and hard over her shaft. The two of them are now in seventh heaven, adrift in the thrall of their ardour, filled with the utmost passion and excitement. And then it happens: a mind-blowing mutual climax. At the same time that the hermaphrodite brings Helena to a tumultuous orgasm with her tongue she comes copiously, warm seed spurting from her shaft in profusion into Helena’s open mouth.

As her hard cock pulses in Helena’s mouth Helena swallows all her come, drawing it down as it spurts onto the back of her tongue. That come tastes delicious to Helena; it is like nectar. It also seems to be some kind of sleeping draught because she soon becomes extremely drowsy. She watches her beautiful Oriental lover gently slip back into the lake and begin to swim slowly away. And as the last red streaks of the sun finally dissolve into the horizon, Helena drifts off into a deep, blissful sleep.

She awakes the next morning at daybreak. At one end of the sky a line of blue appears and spreads slowly across the horizon. When the sun first appears, that blue is swallowed up by bright transparent morning light. She is invigorated by this beautiful early morning sight. A new day has begun.

Helena feels fantastic after her long and dreamless sleep, suffused with life and strength, alive in every pore of her body. She’s conscious of energy surging through her, energy that fills her body and swells her sex. She feels like Venus rising. She
is
Venus rising. Helena is feeling even sexier than before too, indescribably horny: like she could fuck the world. She wonders in awe what the hell was in that nectar. Helena also wonders what this new day will bring.

She has a wash and a swim in the rippling lake and then dries herself in the gentle morning sunshine. After eating some nuts and berries and refreshing her thirst, Helena decides to resume her travels. As she wanders off in search of further exciting sexual encounters little does she realise that she is about to meet the darkly handsome man who is going to be both her partner in these encounters and the love of her life.

She is to find him just around the corner, in fact. On a patch of soft grass within a sun-dappled clearing she first sets eyes on Chris. He is lying on his back and is sporting a gigantic hard-on, which he’s working with his fist. He is smoothing his palm over his shaft – pressing it, teasing it – oblivious to everything but his onanistic pleasure.

Helena steps lithely over to him and interrupts his erotic reverie. ‘Who might you be?’ she asks. The sound of her voice coming out of nowhere like this causes Chris to look up at her in surprise. The instant he does their eyes meet and the intensely strong mutual attraction they feel is so immediate that it is like a lightning strike.

‘I’m Chris,’ he pants, letting go of his hard cock. His mahogany-brown eyes are glittering with desire. ‘And who are you?’

‘Helena,’ she says, adding as she gestures towards his erection, ‘let me help you with that.’ Helena then kneels between Chris’s legs on the grass, stretches her lips and wraps them around his erection, letting it slide in slowly.

She begins to work her mouth up and down, cascading her tongue across the hard length of his flesh. Then she builds up momentum, Chris’s shaft in her mouth growing more urgent all the time. His breathing starts to quicken more and more until he seems to be on the point of climaxing … which is when she stops blowing him, withdrawing his throbbing erection from her mouth.

‘I want you to lick my pussy now, Chris,’ Helena says, climbing away from his body. She then lies on her back and opens her legs. Chris slithers between her shapely thighs and snakes out his tongue, putting it into her wet pussy. Helena arches upwards, her knees up and legs spread apart as he tongues her sex, his face becoming shiny with her juices.

Helena wants to feel something other than Chris’s sinuous tongue working on her sex now, though. She wants to feel his hard cock inside her. Shifting position again, she gets him to lie on his back so that she can guide him inside her.

Chris groans with Helena’s movements as she pushes her hips down, fitting her wet pussy round his hardness. She begins to moan too as she grinds her hips down, gyrating and grinding as she feels the heavy push of his hard cock deep inside the slickness of her sex.