Lust Call

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

  I didn’t know what to think as her fingers pulled my panties aside. Massaging the solid nub of my sensitive clitoris, she gasped as I twisted and bent my fingers deep within her hot vagina. She was incredibly responsive, I thought as I pushed my tongue deep into her hot mouth and savoured the heady taste of her saliva. Young, beautiful, sensuous, responsive . . . I was supposed to be torturing her, not loving her, I mused dreamily. I’d glean information from her, I decided. Slowly but surely work on her, and eventually find out who Brian was.

  Managing to unbutton her blouse with my free hand as our lips parted, I pulled the garment open and gazed longingly at the firm mounds of her naked breasts. Her skin was smooth, unblemished in youth, her nipples ripe, inviting my mouth. Leaning over her young body, I sucked her brown nipple into my wet mouth and ran my tongue over the sensitive protrusion. She breathed heavily, deeply, as I bit gently on her elongated milk teat. I’d not wanted this, I thought as I slipped my wet fingers out of her tight vagina and caressed the swollen bulb of her clitoris. Once again, I’d lost all control. But I couldn’t believe that, this time, I was enjoying sex with another girl.

  No one would know about my lesbian encounter, I thought as I suckled on the girl’s ripe nipple. No one, except my blackmailer. At least I’d caught one of them. But, who the hell were the two men? There had been at least two others and, possibly, three. Massaging the girl’s swollen clitoris, I hoped that we’d become good friends and . . . and carry on with this? Was that what I wanted? I didn’t know what I wanted. Sex with the young girl was amazing, but did I want to embark on a long-term lesbian relationship?

  ‘I’m coming,’ the girl breathed, her half-naked body shaking wildly. ‘God, I’m coming.’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ I murmured as my own clitoris began to pulsate beneath her vibrating fingertips. ‘We’ll come together.’

  The summer sun sparkling through the foliage high above us, the birds singing, we gasped and writhed on the ground as we reached our orgasms. The softness and heady perfume of her young body was heavenly, and I thought our sexual coupling so natural. The masculinity and thrusting of a penis was missing, but the softness and loving gentleness of our girl-on-girl union was sheer sexual ecstasy. Never had I realised how rewarding and gratifying a lesbian relationship could be. But, I wasn’t a lesbian.

  Entwined in lust as we shuddered and gasped in the grip of our climaxes, we finally drifted down from our sexual heaven and lay side by side panting for breath beneath the trees. She was beautiful, I thought, eyeing the pointed mounds of her teenage breasts, her elongated nipples. Seeing her long blonde hair fanning out across the leafy ground, her closed eyes, her succulent lips parted, I knew that I couldn’t resist tasting the wetness of her sex valley. Settling between her parted thighs, I kissed the gentle rise of her smooth mons.

  Parting her legs wide, she stretched her limbs and arched her back as I ran my tongue up and down her sex valley and tasted her teenage juices of desire. Breathing in the aphrodisiacal scent of her young pussy, lapping at her open vaginal entrance, I lost myself completely in my lesbian loving. I wouldn’t allow anyone to take her away from me, I vowed as she whimpered and writhed. Pushing my tongue deep into her hot sex sheath, I knew that I could never deny myself the pleasure of lesbian sex.

  Her stomach rising and falling, her thighs twitching, she pumped out her teenage sex cream, filling my mouth as I sucked and licked between the swollen lips of her vulva. Moving up to the pink bulb of her exposed clitoris, I sucked the solid protrusion into my wet mouth and swept my tongue over its sensitive tip. She gasped and squirmed, clutching my head and grinding her open cunt flesh hard against my face as she neared her second orgasm.

  Slipping a wet finger between the firm cheeks of her rounded buttocks, I teased her anal hole. I didn’t know what had come over me as I pushed my fingertip into the heat of her tight rectal duct and massaged her inner flesh. Driving another finger into her contracting vagina, I sucked and licked her solid clitoris, taking her to the verge of orgasm. Unable to get enough of her young body, I repeatedly thrust my fingers into her tight sex holes and gobbled on her beautiful clitoris as she begged me not to stop.

  Working on the girl’s clitoris, fingering her sex holes, I wondered what my blackmailer would say if he turned up and caught me loving his accomplice. What could he say? Two adult girls making love in the woods? It would have nothing to do with him. Although I had no doubt that he’d send the photographs to Dave. What was his relationship with the girl, I pondered as she announced that she was coming. Was she his daughter? Or, was she his girlfriend? How the hell had such a beautiful young girl become involved in blackmail? Was she unable to find a lesbian partner?

  As she closed her legs, the smooth flesh of her inner thighs gripping my head, I increased my fingering rhythm and sucked and licked her clitoris as she reached her sexual heaven. I’d find answers to my questions later, I mused dreamily as she shuddered and whimpered in the grip of her climax. Mouthing and slurping fervently between the hairless cushions of her teenage love lips, I sustained her girl-pleasure as my own clitoris called out for attention.

  Filled with an overwhelming desire to commit the crudest of sexual acts on her young body, it occurred to me that a damned good spanking might make her talk. As she drifted down from her second orgasm, I realised that she might leap to her feet and run before I’d discovered anything. Her legs finally parted, releasing my head, and I slipped my wet fingers out of her tight sex holes to gaze at her pretty face as her head lolled from side to side. She was in no fit state to run, I decided. I’d save the merciless spanking of her naked bottom for later.

  Positioning my knees either side of her head, I lowered my body and pressed my swollen vaginal lips against her gasping mouth and ordered her to lick me. She complied, pushing her tongue deep into my love hole and licking the creamed walls of my yearning vagina as I gasped and writhed. Had I found my niche at long last, I mused as she sucked my solid clitoris into her hot mouth. I might not have been a fully-fledged lesbian, but I was definitely bisexual.

  What would my blackmailer do once he discovered that the girl and I were lovers? My hot sex milk flooding her pretty face as she drank from my contracting vagina, I wondered whether she’d be able to delete the incriminating photographs from his computer. She must have been to his house, I thought dreamily as my desperately needed orgasm approached. Maybe she lived with him. Whatever the situation, this was the closest I’d been to discovering exactly who Brian was.

  My orgasm erupting within the solid protrusion of my clitoris, I threw my head back and looked up at the trees as she sucked and mouthed between the hairless lips of my vulva. I’d been licked and sucked to orgasm many times, but never like this. Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl, I mused as my young body shook violently and my hot milk flooded her pretty mouth. Kneading my firm breasts, pinching and pulling on my erect nipples, I cried out in my sexual ecstasy as I rode the crest of my mind-blowing climax.

  How could I ever return to normality? Marriage, monogamy, boredom . . . What would happen to Dave and me now, I had no idea. Even if he didn’t discover my secret life of adultery and debauchery, how could I stay with him? Could I live such a massive lie? My orgasm peaking, thoughts of my husband leaving me, I stretched the fleshy lips of my pussy wide open and ground my wet cunt flesh hard against the girl’s mouth. This was my life now.

  My pleasure finally waning, I hung my head and quivered and panted for breath in the aftermath of my lesbian-induced orgasm. The girl coughed and spluttered as my vagina drained and my hot milk decanted. She was good, I thought as I rolled over to one side and lay quivering on the ground beside her. Would she run now? I doubted that she’d leave me after our incredibly gratifying lesbian encounter. She’d want me again, want my body, my mouth, my tight vagina . . . And I wanted her again.

  ‘Are you all right?’ I asked her.

  ‘God, yes,’ she breathed. ‘You’re amazing.’

  ‘Do you fee
l like talking to me now?’

  ‘I don’t know anything,’ she sighed, turning her head and smiling at me.

  ‘Debbie . . . Is that your real name?’

  ‘Yes, yes it is.’

  ‘Where do you live?’

  ‘I don’t want to tell you. You see, I . . .’

  ‘You do want to meet me again, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes, of course I do. It’s just that . . . I’ll be in big trouble if I say too much.’

  ‘So, you do know who Brian is?’

  ‘Yes, I know who he is,’ she finally confessed.

  ‘And, you’re going to allow him to continue blackmailing me? After what we’ve just done, you’re going to allow him to . . .’

  ‘He would never send the photographs to your husband, Sarah. It was all a game.’

  ‘Blackmailing me, threatening me, worrying me sick . . . That was a game, was it?’

  ‘Yes, no, I mean . . .’

  ‘Who is this man to you? What’s your relationship with him?’

  ‘I’ve never had sex with him.’

  ‘I take it that he’s not your father, then?’

  ‘No, no. I live with him, I’m his lodger.’

  ‘You’re his lodger? That rules out Sam. How the hell did you get involved in blackmail?’

  ‘He fancied you and, just for fun, he started emailing you. Then you started screwing around and he took some photographs. I saw you in the photos and . . . I wanted you. He suggested that I go with him to the fence.’

  ‘Are there two men?’

  ‘Not as far as I know. He might have had someone with him, I don’t know.’

  ‘Debbie, you must tell me who he is.’

  ‘You’ve been talking to him, that’s all I’ll say.’

  ‘When?’

  ‘Recently.’

  ‘OK, so it’s not Sam. That leaves Barry, Derek, Keith . . .’

  ‘Can’t you work it out?’

  ‘I’ve been trying to work this out for ages.’

  ‘I have to go,’ she breathed, climbing to her feet.

  ‘Wait . . . I want to see you again.’

  ‘You will, I promise you.’

  ‘Not through the hole in the fence, Debbie. I need to see you properly. I need to be with you. If you don’t live far away, I could see you regularly.’

  ‘I’m hoping to move soon. I’m not really happy where I am.’

  ‘When will I see you?’

  ‘I’ll come and see you this evening, at your house.’

  ‘My husband will . . . No, it’s all right. I’ll say you’re a friend.’

  ‘I’m more than a friend, aren’t I?’ she asked, her blue eyes sparkling as she buttoned her blouse.

  ‘Yes, yes you are. You’re much more than a friend. You will come round, won’t you?’

  ‘Yes, I promise you. I’ll be there at seven.’

  As she left the woods, I felt my stomach sink. Would I see her again? I wished now that I’d not allowed her to go. After straightening my clothes and brushing the leaves and twigs from my hair, I walked out into the alleyway and slipped through Rob’s gate. Back in my garden, I pondered on Debbie’s words. Can’t you work it out? Someone I’d been talking to recently? She wasn’t lodging with Derek or Barry, so that only left Keith.

  I poured myself a glass of wine, flopped on to the sofa in the lounge and thought about Keith. He’d been trying to help me, I reflected. He’d suggested how the blackmailer might have got in through Rob’s gate and . . . and slipped into the house and got my email address and phone number. Keith was the culprit, I concluded. He’d made out that he’d been trying to help me, and deliberately put me off the scent by talking about a man with ginger hair.

  Again recalling Debbie’s words, I felt a lot easier. He would never send the photographs to your husband, Sarah. It was all a game. A game that had driven me to adultery, I reflected. A game that had turned me into a bloody lesbian? I’d really liked Keith. To think that I’d opened up to him, confided in him, and he was the blackmailer. The game had also destroyed Sam and Jane’s marriage, I mused. God, it was some bloody game.

  What the hell should I do? I sipped my wine reflectively. I had to plan something, decide on a course of action. Keith was bound to find out about Debbie and me. Would he tell Dave? I also had Barry to contend with. He’d want sex with me and . . . The first thing I had to do was try to work out my feelings for Debbie. I was missing her already, I thought, recalling her beautiful young body, her pretty face. I’d never felt this way about the men I’d screwed, but with Debbie . . . God, I thought anxiously, recalling my teens when I’d thought I’d been in love. I can’t be in love with another girl, surely?

  I knew nothing about Debbie. Was she at college or did she work? Why was she lodging with Keith? She was like an angel, I mused, my stomach fluttering, my womb contracting. She was heaven-sent. As I imagined running away with her, I knocked back my wine and leapt to my feet. I was being ridiculous, I thought, pacing the lounge floor. I couldn’t give up my home and my husband and run away with a teenage girl.

  I was getting myself into a right state and, to make matters worse, Dave came home early and suggested we have a barbecue that evening. He wanted to invite Barry, and I again wondered where he’d slipped off to when he was supposed to have been going to the pub. Joining him on the patio with a glass of wine, I knew that the time had come to talk to him. He wasn’t bad looking, I thought, watching him gulp beer from a can. But, where had our sex life gone? Where had his sense of humour gone?

  ‘Dave,’ I began, wondering what the hell I was going to say. ‘Dave, I need to talk to you.’

  ‘Talk away,’ he said, smiling at me.

  ‘Since you went to Morocco, I’ve been thinking.’

  ‘Oh?’

  ‘Have you got someone else?’

  ‘What?’ he gasped, spilling beer down his shirt. ‘Of course not, Sarah. Whatever gave you that idea?’

  ‘Several things. You didn’t go to the pub with Barry the other night, did you?’

  ‘No, I . . . I didn’t.’

  ‘So, where did you go?’

  ‘I was going to come back here and see what you were up to.’

  ‘See what I was up to? Why?’

  ‘It’s funny that you should ask me whether I’ve got someone else, because that’s what I’ve been thinking about you. Have you got someone else, Sarah?’

  ‘No, no . . . Of course not,’ I stammered, wondering what the hell he’d seen. ‘So, did you come home and check up on me?’ I asked him.

  ‘No. I bumped into a chap I used to work with and we went to another pub.’

  ‘Dave, what did you think I’d be up to? Did you expect me to be in bed with some man or other?’

  ‘I don’t know what I thought.’

  ‘Why do you think that I might have someone else? What on earth gives you that idea?’

  ‘Because you’ve been very different lately. When I got back from Morocco, there was stale milk in the fridge, you hadn’t been shopping, the house looked like . . .’

  ‘I’d been doing the garden,’ I cut in futilely.

  ‘And?’

  ‘And the weather was really nice so I spent a lot of time outside. You were swanning around in Morocco so I thought that I’d . . .’

  ‘I was working, Sarah. I thought you wanted to talk?’

  ‘I do.’

  ‘So, why not tell me what’s on your mind? Why talk about the bloody garden?’

  ‘All right,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve been feeling confused.’

  ‘Confused about what?’

  ‘Us, Dave. Do you know that we haven’t made love for weeks?’

  ‘I’ve been pretty busy and . . .’

  ‘I needed you to catch me, Dave. I’ve been falling, and I needed you to catch me.’

  ‘What are you talking about?’ he asked, his dark eyes frowning at me.

  ‘You didn’t want me to go to Morocco with you, you wouldn’t make love with me befor
e you left . . . There are other men out there, Dave.’

  ‘You have found someone else, then?’

  ‘I think I’ve found myself.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Before we met, I had fun, I had lovers, I enjoyed life.’

  ‘And, now?’

  ‘While you’re out photographing beautiful girls and meeting people, I’m stuck here. I have coffee with Susie and chat to Barry over the fence. I then do the housework, the washing and ironing and shopping. I chat to the old guy over the road and, if I’m really lucky, I have a few words with Rob from next door.’

  ‘It sounds like you chat to a lot of men.’

  ‘It sounds like I’m bored, Dave.’

  ‘So, you’re falling, and you want me to catch you. Do you mean that you’re falling in love? You might as well be honest, Sarah. You wanted to talk, and it’s obvious that you’ve found someone else, so tell me.’

  ‘I’m not falling in love.’

  ‘And, you’re not making any sense.’

  ‘That’s because nothing makes sense,’ I sighed.

  ‘What is it you want, Sarah? Are you saying that you want us to split up?’

  ‘I want . . . I want us to be the way we were. I want sex and fun and . . .’

  ‘We do have sex and fun. I have to work, and I get tired. There’s another job coming up, one that I can’t turn down.’

  ‘Abroad?’

  ‘Thailand.’

  ‘We have a spare room, Dave.’

  ‘What? You want us to sleep in different rooms?’

  ‘No, no. I want a lodger.’

  ‘You want a man to move in with us? You want your lover to move in so you can fuck while I’m at work? You’re incredible, you really are.’

  ‘You used to be fun and have a laugh and . . .’

  ‘So, you want to move your lover in so you can have some fun?’

  ‘The lodger I have in mind is a girl.’

  ‘Oh, er . . . I see.’

  ‘She’s coming round this evening.’

  ‘It’s all arranged, then?’