Lust Call

by Lust Call [Nexus] (retail) (epub)

  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.

  ‘You’re amazing,’ Keith gasped as I cupped his full balls in my hand as if weighing them. ‘I’ve seen you in the street and your front garden and I’ve often thought about fucking you.’

  Saying nothing, I sucked and gobbled on his swollen knob and wanked his hard shaft as he towered above me gasping in his male pleasure. I knew damned well that he’d been watching me. And he’d taken photographs of me. He was my blackmailer, there was no doubt about it. To think that I’d suspected my next-door neighbour and my husband was ludicrous. I’d also suspected Derek and Rob, but I now had the right man. And I’d soon find out who his accomplice was. Perhaps they’d both meet me in the woods, I pondered in my rising wickedness, imaging two cocks fucking my tight sex holes. God, I was a real slut. But this was my new and exciting life, and I intended to live it to the full. Guilt? I had no feelings of guilt. What Dave didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

  Keith let out a rush of breath as his sperm jetted from his beautiful knob and filled my cheeks. My eyes rolling, I breathed heavily through my nose as I repeatedly swallowed hard. Images of two cocks looming in my mind, I wondered whether I’d get to meet Keith’s accomplice. To suck on two swollen knobs would be heavenly, I mused as I gobbled and drank from his fountainhead. I missed my teenage years, my times on the common with two boys. I was too young then to experience a double fucking. But now I was more than ready to have my sex holes shafted by two virile men.

  Staggering back as his cock deflated, Keith clung to a tree to steady his trembling body. He grinned at me as I licked my sperm-glossed lips and sat back on my heels. The blackmail had come to an end, I was sure. He had no need to threaten me now that we’d met, now that he knew that I was eager for a mouth fucking. I could hear Barry calling me as I lay back on the ground and pulled my skirt up over my stomach. He’d be leaning over the fence, hoping that I’d meet him at the end of the garden and fuck him. His turn would come later.

  ‘God, I love shaved pussies,’ Keith breathed, his dark eyes wide as he focused on my hairless pussy lips, my opening sex crack. ‘You look . . .’

  ‘Don’t just look,’ I cut in with a giggle. ‘Come here and lick me.’

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, settling between my splayed legs.

  ‘It’s nice not to have the fence between us,’ I murmured, closing my eyes as he ran his tongue up and down my creamy-wet vaginal slit.

  He said nothing as he stretched my fleshy outer lips wide apart and pushed his tongue deep into my tight vagina. We didn’t need the hole in the fence any more, I reflected happily. We didn’t need emails or threats. As he moved up my gaping sex valley and sucked my swollen clitoris into his hot mouth, I thought how bizarre it was that so much had happened since Dave had gone to Morocco. I’d fucked Derek and then Barry. I’d suspected Rob . . . All along, it had been Keith from number fifty-four.

  My head lolling from side to side as my clitoris responded to his sucking and tonguing, I realised that his house was several doors away. He couldn’t have seen me in my front garden from the windows at the front of his house. He must have been hovering in the street. How had he got my email address and phone number? How had he got into my back garden? My thoughts centred on my trembling body as he slipped his hands beneath my blouse and kneaded the firm mounds of my young breasts. Repeatedly sweeping his tongue over the sensitive tip of my clitoris, taking me closer to my orgasm, he certainly knew how to pleasure a girl. My questions would be answered later, I thought as my heart began to race.

  Thrusting two fingers deep into my spasming cunt, taking me ever closer to my climax, he squeezed each breast in turn with his free hand. If only he had more hands, I mused in my sexual frenzy. Again pondering on having two men attend my feminine needs, I decided to make that my goal. Two men, four hands, two mouths, two tongues, two solid cocks . . . I didn’t care who the men were. As long as they knew how to fulfil my feminine desires, it didn’t matter who they were or how old they were. More than just my goal, I wanted two men before Dave came home that evening. The notion of having one cock fuck my tight little bottom-hole while another fucked my hot cunt gripped me, and I wanted it.

  My orgasm exploded within the pulsating bulb of my solid clitoris, and I cried out beneath the trees, squirming on the ground like a snake in agony. Again recalling my teens, writhing on the ground behind the bushes as two boys had fingered my cunt and squeezed my petite tits, I knew that I was an outdoor girl. The fragrance of the woods, birdsong mingling with slurping and sucking sounds . . . All I’d had with Dave was the marital bed. God, how I’d missed sex outdoors.

  My orgasm finally waning, I lay quivering uncontrollably as Keith slipped his fingers out of my inflamed cunt and pressed his lips to the pink cone of flesh surrounding the entrance to my drenched vagina. Sucking out my orgasmic milk, he drank from my straining body as I gasped and my clitoris began to inflate in readiness for its next orgasm. I couldn’t get enough crude sex, I knew as I again imagined two cocks fucking and spunking my adulterous holes. Would I ever be satisfied?

  Keith leaned over my trembling body and pressed the bulbous head of his cock between the splayed lips of my vagina and grinned at me. He was obviously happy, and so was I. We’d both been waiting for this day, the day we came face to face, fucked face to face. As his solid cock entered my contracting cunt, stretching me open to capacity, he rested his weight on his hands and began his fucking motions. I could hear my juices of lust squelching as his rock-hard organ glided in and out of my rhythmically contracting vaginal sheath.

  ‘Fuck me,’ I gasped, my eyes rolling, my breathing fast and shallow. ‘Fuck my cunt hard.’

  ‘You’re amazing,’ he breathed, quickening his shafting rhythm. ‘You’re incredible.’

  ‘I’m desperate to come again. Fuck my cunt hard.’

  My young body rocking back and forth as he fucked me with a vengeance, I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my rounded breasts to his wide eyes. Rough leaves and twigs dug into the sensitive flesh of my naked buttocks, adding to my amazing pleasure as I lay half-naked beneath the trees, losing myself in the illicit fucking. I could feel his swinging balls battering my firm bum cheeks, my sex lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft, as his cock repeatedly drove deep into my inflamed cunt. Why the hell had I married at eighteen years old? I was young and alive, eager for sex . . . And I’d ruined my life by marrying.

  The taste of spunk lingering on my tongue, my vaginal throat eager to swallow its fair share of creamy sperm, I knew that I’d rediscovered my youth. I was twenty-two, and had plenty of time to enjoy my naked body before committing myself to one man. I’d breathed my marriage vows, sworn to be faithful . . . In my mind, my marriage had been annulled. Dave had never fucked me properly, he’d never fucked my bottom-hole or taken me into the woods and fucked my mouth . . . He was now someone I happened to live with. There was no marriage.

  As Keith gasped and threw his head back, I felt his spunk flooding my contracting cunt as my own climax shook me to the very core of my abused body. This was adultery, I thought as my vaginal milk spewed out. This was crude and wanton adultery, and I loved it. I now lived for my body, my beautiful cunt. I was no longer the twee housewife running about after Dave and cooking for him and doing his washing and ironing . . . I was free, at long last. I was free to fuck and be fuc
ked.

  ‘Fuck my cunt,’ I gasped as my orgasm peaked and Keith’s spunk gushed from my vaginal duct and sprayed my inner thighs. ‘Fuck my cunt and never stop.’

  ‘Dirty, filthy slut,’ he breathed, sending my arousal sky high. ‘I’ll fuck your dirty little cunt every day.’

  ‘And my arse,’ I said, arching my back as he repeatedly rammed his cock-head deep into my writhing body. ‘Fuck my arse every day.’

  ‘I’ll fuck your arse and your cunt and your mouth until you beg for mercy.’

  ‘Yes, yes . . .’

  ‘Dirty little whore.’

  ‘Yes, yes I am.’

  ‘Filthy slag.’

  ‘God, yes.’

  Finally slowing his shafting rhythm, he lay on top of me with his cock embedded deep within the spunk-brimming sheath of my cunt and breathed heavily in the aftermath of his adulterous act. Where was his wife, I wondered as I shuddered my last shudder. Was she at home, waiting for him to return after his walk? Was that the excuse he’d always used when he’d come to the fence and fucked me through the hole? Going for a walk, stretching his legs, taking a little exercise . . . When, all along, he’d been fucking and spunking the young girl down the road. That was marriage, I reflected. A waste of time.

  ‘Bloody hell, Sarah,’ he breathed, sliding his spent cock out of my burning vagina. ‘You are some woman, you really are.’

  ‘And you’re some man,’ I gasped as he clambered to his feet and pulled his trousers up.

  ‘I’d better be getting back.’

  ‘Is your wife waiting for you?’ I asked him.

  ‘Sarah, I will see you again, won’t I?’

  ‘Nothing will change,’ I said with a giggle. ‘Now that the fence won’t come between us, we can meet here in the woods every day.’

  He laughed. ‘The fence,’ he echoed. ‘I don’t think the fence will come between us. Or the bushes, if you’re going to cut them back.’ Hearing some kids in the alleyway, he walked away. ‘I’d better get back,’ he said, turning and smiling at me.

  ‘I need to talk to you,’ I called as he disappeared from view. ‘Email me, OK?’

  Climbing to my feet, I brushed the leaves and twigs from my hair and buttoned my blouse. Then I straightened my skirt and headed back to the alleyway with a grin across my face – and spunk streaming down my inner thighs. I’d not enjoyed an arse fuck, I reflected, leaving the dark of the woods and emerging into the sunlit alley. But, next time, I’d have his cock shafting my tight rectum and spunking my bowels. And his friend’s cock?

  Back at my house, I made myself a cup of coffee and took it out to the patio. Although I’d enjoyed two massive orgasms, I was still hungry for crude sex. My insatiable clitoris was demanding my intimate attention as I recalled Keith’s huge cock fucking me and I decided that it was Barry’s turn to enjoy my tight cunt. Or, my turn to enjoy his solid cock. Had he thought about me when he’d fucked Jilly? Keith would now imagine that he was fucking me when he fucked his wife, I thought triumphantly. Three sexual conquests, I mused. I hadn’t enjoyed Rob’s cock yet. But his turn would soon come.

  ‘Sarah,’ Barry called, leaning on the fence. ‘I was looking for you earlier. Have you been out?’

  ‘Yes, I had something to do,’ I replied.

  ‘Oh, right.’

  ‘Did you enjoy the pub with Dave last night?’

  ‘Yes, it was OK. I enjoyed the blowjob you gave me.’

  ‘I thought you might,’ I said, giggling.

  ‘We’ll have to do that again.’

  ‘How’s Jilly? I haven’t seen her for ages.’

  ‘She’s gone to her mother’s again. I’m seeing less and less of her these days. And more and more of you, I’m pleased to say.’

  ‘Would you like to see more of me now?’ I asked him huskily, licking my spermed lips.

  ‘I have to go out but, give me an hour, and I’ll meet you down the garden.’

  ‘I’ll be ready and waiting.’

  ‘See you later,’ he said, grinning as he turned and headed for his house.

  One hour to kill, I mused dolefully as I went into the dining room and switched the computer on to check my emails. Disappointingly, there was nothing of interest. When would Keith contact me, I wondered, leaving my chair and taking a banana from the fruit bowl. Peeling the fruit, I grinned. A perfect dildo, I thought, settling on the sofa with my skirt up and my thighs wide apart. Again recalling my teenage tears, I remembered my mother asking me why I ate so many bananas. I did eat them, after I’d warmed them up in my wet pussy.

  With the summer air wafting in through the open patio doors, I felt invigorated as I slipped the end of the banana between my swelling pussy lips. How could I have neglected my pussy for four years, I wondered as the fruit phallus slipped easily into my well-spunked vagina. When I’d been at college, I never abandoned my pussy. I went through a stage of experimenting with fruit and vegetables, enjoying bananas and cucumbers, carrots and parsnips. I discovered at an early age that my vagina needed something to grip on during my orgasms. When I was feeling really horny, I’d go to college with half a carrot embedded deep within my tight pussy and enjoy the beautiful sensations all day.

  Those were the days, I reflected as my clitoris swelled beneath my massaging fingertip and my vaginal muscles crushed the banana. Days of massive orgasms, meeting boys on the common and fucking behind the bushes, sucking cocks and drinking spunk . . . But, those heady days of sex and masturbation had returned with a vengeance. Never again would I neglect my clitoris or my tight cunt. And, now, my bottom-hole had come into play and taken me to new heights of sexual ecstasy.

  I felt a lot easier, relaxed, now that I knew who my blackmailer was. He still had the photographs, of course. But there was no way he’d ruin what we had together by sending copies to Dave. As I moved the banana in and out of my cream-drenched vaginal sheath and massaged my solid clitoris, my mind still nagged me with three questions. How had Keith got into my garden? How had he discovered my email address? And who had given him my phone number?

  His accomplice, I mused dreamily as my young womb contracted. If his accomplice was someone I knew, perhaps someone who had been to my house to visit Dave or me . . . Barry had been a regular visitor over the years. But, as far as I could recall, neither Derek nor Rob had ever set foot in my house. Who had I missed? I mentally pictured the neighbours as my hot vagina gripped the banana tighter.

  As my orgasm approached, my thoughts centred on my trembling body. My vaginal muscles tightened further, and the banana became increasingly difficult to move. The phallus finally seized solid within my restricted vaginal cylinder, and the fruit was crushed to a pulp by my hungry cunt as my orgasm erupted within my beautiful clitoris. A spurt of hot urine bathed my hand as I vibrated my fingertips over the sensitive tip of my pleasure bud, and I let out a cry loud enough to be heard by the neighbours.

  My orgasm went on and on, peaking every now and then and rocking my feverish body. Never had I known such a fantastic climax. The deeper I sank into the mire of crude sex, my orgasms were gaining strength and lasting longer. I was sure that I’d reach the stage where my orgasms would last for several minutes, and I’d pass out with the immense pleasure. How many times could I come in one day, I mused in my sexual frenzy as my sex milk spewed from my tight cunt. Ten, twelve . . . Or more?

  Finally coming down from my sexual heaven, I lay quivering and gasping on the sofa. My vaginal muscles spasmed, as if eating the pulped banana. My thighs twitched, my sated body convulsed, and I felt as though I’d taken some kind of magical tonic. I was rediscovering my early days of crude sex and wanton masturbation, I reflected happily. I’d not lost my touch, or the pleasure derivable from my tight little pussy and my beautiful clitoris.

  Scooping the mashed banana out of my steaming vagina, I ate the hot, creamy fruit. I could taste spunk blended with the banana, and my own juices of orgasm, as I sucked my fingers clean before scooping out another helping. Opening my blouse, I
smeared the creamy pulp over my breasts and then sucked on each erect nipple in turn. Never had I felt so sexually alive as I bit gently on my sensitive nipples. Never had I found such sexual gratification from my young body.

  The cream cocktail was oozing from the gaping hole of my well-fed cunt and running down between my naked buttocks. I reached beneath my thigh and teased the sensitive tissue of my tight anus with my fingertip. I’d never paid attention to my bottom-hole. Even during the height of my sexual experimentation in my early days, I’d never thought about let alone touched my anus. My fingertip slipped into my once sacrosanct hole, and I let out a rush of breath. Teasing the sensitive nerve endings there, I closed my eyes and pushed my finger deeper into the dank heat of my anal duct.

  Quivering, gasping, I could hardly believe the heavenly sensations as I wiggled and twisted my finger within my secret sheath. Massaging my hot inner flesh, I managed to slip a second finger into the yielding tube of my rectum. Massaging the solid tip of my sensitive clitoris with my free hand, I felt my anal duct tighten as my arousal soared. I needed more hands, I thought as I neared my second climax. More hands, more fingers . . . I needed two men.

  My orgasm erupted again, my clitoris pulsated wildly and my vagina spewed out the remains of the pulped banana as I cried out in the grip of sheer sexual ecstasy. Another spurt of hot urine bathed my hands as I imagined sucking on a throbbing knob and swallowing fresh spunk as I rode the crest of my climax. I was a nymphomaniac, I thought, my half-naked body again convulsing violently. I could hear the phone ringing through the swirling mist of my blown mind. But I didn’t want to speak to Dave, I didn’t need Dave any more.