by Ray Gordon
Amy pulled her blouse up and offered her breasts to my mouth as I neared my orgasm. Sucking on a ripe nipple, I closed my eyes and moaned softly through my nose. Her breasts were full but firm and as I suckled I imagined that I was drinking her milk. I’d thought that I’d found love when I’d been having sex with Jackie. But I’d never felt so close and warm like this. Confused about my feelings as Amy cradled my head and begged me to come, I sucked harder on her erect nipple.
My orgasm exploded within the pulsating nub of my sensitive clitoris. I breathed heavily through my nose and shook uncontrollably. I groped between Amy’s thighs and managed to slip my hand inside her wet knickers to massage her erect clitoris as I rode the crest of my climax. She whimpered as I caressed her there, and I knew that she was going to reach her orgasm quickly as my own pleasure began to fade.
‘Suck me,’ Amy gasped. She yanked her knickers off and knelt astride my head. ‘Suck my clit and make me come.’
I opened my mouth as Amy lowered her young body and pressed her gaping vaginal slit over my face. I pushed my tongue deep into her dripping hole and lapped up her flowing cream. She rocked her hips, sliding her sex valley back and forth over my mouth as I slurped and sucked and mouthed. Sucking on her solid clit-bud, I licked its sensitive tip repeatedly as her hot quim milk streamed over my face. She tasted heavenly, and I drank deeply from her teenage body, sucking first on her open hole and then on her pulsating clitoris. Her cries of orgasm resounded through the trees as she reached her climax, shook uncontrollably and ground her open cunt flesh hard against my face as I sustained her pleasure with my tongue and gobbling mouth.
Amy’s orgasmic juice poured in torrents from her yawning vaginal hole and streamed over my face. I sucked and licked her clitoris until she began to crumple and asked me to stop. She leaned to one side and finally rolled onto the ground where she lay on her back, panting for breath. I knew then that she was the girl for me. Was I in love? I wondered. I was certainly confused, I knew that much.
‘Someone’s coming,’ I said as I heard the bushes rustling. ‘It might be my sister.’
‘I’ll leave,’ Amy said, leaping to her feet. ‘You’ll probably want to chat so . . . I’ll ring you later.’
‘Yes, ring me later and –’
I watched her as she slipped into the bushes. Now I wondered what the hell I was going to say to my sister. I heard the foliage rustling again and took a deep breath as I tried to compose myself. It would be strange to meet my identical twin, I thought anxiously. If she really was my sister to meet her at long last would be . . . I turned as I heard someone behind me.
‘Simon,’ I gasped, looking up at him as he towered above me. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Which sister do we have here?’ he asked me as he sat down beside me. ‘Are you the whore or –’
‘I’m your next-door neighbour,’ I said. ‘At least, I was. I moved out because you forced me to –’
‘I paid you,’ he cut in. ‘I gave you one hundred pounds in return for sex.’
‘Only because you thought that I was my sister. You forced me to –’
‘Would you like to earn some more money?’
‘No, I would not.’
‘I’ve been watching you with that young girl. What would your parents say if I told them that you were a lesbian?’
‘They would never believe you. Besides, I’d say that it was my sister.’
‘You’re getting in too deep, Ali.’
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘I’ve been doing my homework. You’ve been playing games with me, haven’t you?’
‘No, I . . .’
‘You haven’t got a twin sister, have you?’
‘Of course I have. I’ve met her several times and we’re getting to know each other.’
‘You’ve been playing the role of both sisters, Ali. You were the girl I fucked here, in the woods. And you were the girl that I met behind the shed in your garden. Now, I have a little proposition for you. We wouldn’t want your parents to discover the truth, would we? You’re a prostitute, you’re a lesbian and –’
‘Go away, Simon,’ I spat. ‘You can’t threaten me because you have no proof.’
‘Take a look at this,’ Simon said as he pulled a photograph from his pocket. ‘That’s you, here in the woods, having sex with that girl. I took that one yesterday and I’ve just taken some more. My camera is hidden in the bushes back there.’
‘That’s my sister,’ I said, forcing a laugh as I gazed at the picture. ‘You can’t prove that that’s me.’
‘I have a whole series of photographs on my computer. I’ve been following you, making notes and taking photographs. Now, my proposition is that you have sex with me twice each week and I’ll keep quiet.’
‘You can’t blackmail me like this. My parents would never –’
‘I was talking to your dad earlier. He said that you haven’t found your sister yet. He reckons that she doesn’t exist. It’s up to you, Ali. You either have sex with me, or your parents discover the truth.’
‘You’ll pay me?’ I said stupidly.
‘Your payment will be my keeping quiet. Now, take your clothes off and we’ll have some fun.’
I had no choice – I knew that as I slipped my top off. Perhaps my dad was right and the other Ali didn’t exist. She’d phone me and Amy had said that she wanted to meet me but . . . I’d seen her in town, I thought as I stood naked in front of Simon. Or I’d seen someone who had looked like me. Simon grinned as he reached out and squeezed the firm mounds of my small breasts. He had me exactly where he wanted me, I thought anxiously. I’d be at his beck and call, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I followed his orders and lay on the ground with my arms and legs outstretched. He gazed at my pussy and commented on my hairless lips, my tight little sex crack. He was a crude man, an evil man, and I knew that I was in for a bad time. But my plans wouldn’t be affected by this, I decided. I could still run the business and . . . Had Simon discovered where I lived? I wondered. He’d said that he’d followed me and taken notes. If he knew where I was living, he could cause problems. He might talk to Jackie and . . . I was thinking too far ahead. Hopefully, all he’d want would be sex with me once or twice each week.
‘I always thought that you were such a sweet little thing,’ Simon murmured as he settled on the grass beside me. ‘It turns out that you’re a devious little cow. Dreaming up a twin sister so that you can play the role of a common slut whenever it takes your fancy is very clever. You’re a resourceful little whore, aren’t you?’
‘I do have a sister,’ I replied futilely.
‘I suppose you thought that if your parents heard that you’d been charging men for sex you’d simply blame your twin sister. It’s very clever. You play the sweet little girl and then, when you want your cunt fucked and spunked, you play the common slut. Open your cunt lips for me.’
‘No, I –’
‘Open your cunt wide, Ali. I want to see where these men put their cocks. Open your dirty little cunt as wide as you can, or I’ll do it for you.’
I peeled my hairless pussy lips apart, exposing the wet entrance to my teenage vagina, and looked up at the sun shining through the trees high above me. This had been my favourite place when I’d been younger, I thought. I’d played by the stream and . . . Now it was a place of crude sex, a place of prostitution and blackmail. Jackie was waiting for me at the flat, Amy wanted me as her lesbian lover, Ali would be on her way to Birmingham, and I was fast losing my direction in life.
Simon licked the wet flesh between my splayed sex lips, muttering crude comments about my cunt and how many cocks I’d had fucking and spunking me. Amy had been gentle in her lesbian loving but Simon was vulgar and cold. Still, I was used to men fucking me to satisfy their base desires. I was in the business of sex, I was a prostitute, and there was nothing that Simon could do to shock me.
He looked up, grinned at me, and ordered me to fing
er-fuck my wet cunt. I slipped a hand beneath my thighs and eased a finger into my tight vagina as he watched eagerly. It was strange to think that I’d been such an innocent girl before I’d discovered the existence of Ali. Simon had been my neighbour for years. He’d always greeted me with a smile and had been pleasant and polite. I’d had no idea of the crude thoughts lurking in the depths of his depraved mind. He must have looked at me a thousand times and imagined my pussy, my pert breasts, and thought the vulgar things he’d like to do to my naked body.
‘Put a finger in your arse,’ Simon said. He spread my legs wide, parted my firm buttocks and exposed the tight hole of my anus. ‘I want to watch you push your finger deep into your tight little arse, Ali. Open it up ready for my cock. Go on, finger-fuck both holes.’
I managed to ease a finger into the tight duct of my bottom and pushed it into my rectum as far as I could. Simon was breathing heavily as he watched my crude act, and I knew that his cock would be as hard as granite. Once he’d fucked me I’d be free to go back to the flat. But he had my mobile number, and I knew that he’d be ringing me constantly and demanding crude sex. I’d probably be opening my legs to him every day, and getting nothing in return apart from his silence.
Simon ordered me to force a second finger into my bottom-hole as he held my thighs open as wide as they’d go. I could hear my pussy juice squelching as I managed to drive another finger into my tight rectum. As I moved my fingers in and out of my hot holes I could hear my cunt milk squelching as my clitoris swelled. Simon’s tongue swept repeatedly over the solid tip of my sensitive clitoris and my vaginal muscles tightened, gripping my thrusting finger. I knew that I’d be writhing in orgasm before long.
I was a slut, I thought. I was being blackmailed, forced to finger my tight holes, and yet I was on the verge of reaching my climax. Even blackmail couldn’t stop my arousal from soaring out of control. Blackmail, I thought as my young womb contracted. Simon couldn’t prove that I didn’t have a sister. I couldn’t prove that the other Ali existed and, equally, he couldn’t prove that she didn’t. Would I ever get to meet her? I wondered. More to the point, did she really exist?
My orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of my erect clitoris, my vaginal muscles tightened, my anal sphincter gripped my thrusting fingers – I writhed on the grass like a snake in agony. My naked body shook uncontrollably and I could hear my cries of sexual satisfaction echoing through the woods as Simon sucked on my orgasming clit-bud and I finger-fucked my spasming holes faster.
‘Filthy slut,’ Simon gasped as he licked my rock-hard clitoris. ‘All you’re good for is fucking. Come on, keep it going. I want to see your cunt juice spurting out over your hand, you dirty whore.’
His crude words heightened my arousal as my orgasm peaked again, rocking my young body to its depths. I’d have three cocks fucking me that evening, I mused in my sexual delirium. John and his cronies would fuck Jackie and me senseless and fill us with spunk. They’d fuck our tight bottom-holes and our mouths and we’d enjoy orgasm after orgasm. I loved my young body and the pleasure it brought me, I thought happily as my orgasm began to fade. My body also earned me a lot of money, even if Simon wasn’t going to pay me.
Simon stood and tugged his trousers down before he knelt astride my head, pressed his purple glans against my lips and ordered me to suck it. I parted my lips, sucked his bulbous knob into my wet mouth and savoured the taste of his salt. I was hooked on cocksucking, I thought dreamily as I ran my tongue over the velveteen surface of his cock-tip. I also loved swallowing spunk, but I wasn’t getting paid for this. Far from getting paid, I was being blackmailed.
‘Suck out my spunk, you filthy slut,’ Simon gasped, pushing his knob to the back of my throat. ‘I’m going to fuck your mouth every day, Ali. I’m going to fuck your mouth and spunk down your throat and . . .’
As he rambled on, I knew that I’d never be free of him. He’d be phoning me and pestering me for sex every day. I was already sneaking out and having sex with Amy behind Jackie’s back. If I had to meet Simon in the woods every day, Jackie would become really suspicious. I wouldn’t dare to tell her that I was being blackmailed. I could have called Simon’s bluff, but I didn’t dare risk him running to my parents with the photographs.
His spunk jetted from his throbbing knob and flooded my mouth. I repeatedly swallowed hard as his balls battered my chin. I wanted to get back to the flat to see Jackie. We had John and his friends to entertain that evening and I didn’t want to spend half the day in the woods with Simon. I swallowed the last of his spunk and sat upright as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and lay gasping on the grass beside me.
‘You’re good,’ he said, turning his head and grinning at me. ‘Come and sit on my face, Ali. I want to drink from your hot little cunt.’
‘I have to go now,’ I said firmly. ‘I have to get back and –’
‘Just do it, Ali,’ Simon sighed.
‘If I don’t you’ll go running to my parents with your tales?’
‘Yes, I will.’
‘OK, so that might get me into trouble. At the very least, it will be awkward for me.’
‘Indeed it will,’ Simon replied, chuckling wickedly.
‘But where will that get you?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, for a start, you can forget about having sex with me.’
‘Let’s hope that I don’t have to go to your parents. Now, sit on my face like a good girl.’
‘This is what you’ll be missing,’ I said, kneeling astride Simon’s head and settling the wet lips of my vulval entrance over his mouth.
Sure that I’d given him something to think about, I reckoned that my idea might work. Simon stood to lose the pleasure of my young body if he went blabbing his mouth off to my parents and showing them the photographs. I felt his tongue enter my tight vaginal sheath as I thought about the situation. He licked deep inside my hot pussy, sucked out my sex milk and drank deeply from my young body. He wouldn’t be doing this again if he carried out his threat, I thought as he sucked and slurped between the hairless lips of my vagina. Not unless he paid me, of course.
‘I have a couple of young friends,’ I said as my clitoris swelled. ‘I could have introduced them to you, but –’
‘I know your game,’ Simon cut in through a mouthful of wet vaginal flesh.
‘I don’t play games.’
‘You play the role of your twin sister.’
‘I can’t prove that I have a sister, but it’s true.’
‘All I want is you, Ali. I don’t want your friends, I only want you. If you force me to go to your parents, don’t you think that they’ll find it odd that your twin wears your clothes? I have photos of you in the clothes you’ve had for ages. Your mum will know that it’s you in the photos.’
Simon was right, I knew as he once more pushed his tongue deep into my wet vagina. I’d never met my sister, and neither had my parents, so they were bound to believe that I was the girl in the incriminating photographs. I was going to have to meet Simon regularly for sex, and I decided that it would be best to explain the situation to Jackie. I could use Simon as an excuse, I thought as he sucked my solid clitoris into his hot mouth. I could tell Jackie that I was going to meet him, and then spend some time with Amy. Perhaps my predicament wasn’t so bad after all.
‘Piss in my mouth,’ Simon grunted. ‘A filthy little slut like you should love pissing.’
‘With pleasure,’ I said.
I squeezed my muscles and let out a gush of hot liquid as he pressed his mouth between my fleshy sex lips. I could hear the splashing sound as Simon’s mouth filled with my urine, and I could hear him gulping, drinking my hot pee. He was a truly dirty old man, I thought as the flow continued. I looked down and watched his mouth overflow as the golden liquid ran down to his ears. My arousal soared, my clitoris pulsating in the beginning of an orgasm, and I reached down to massage the sensitive protrusion.
I cried out as my orgasm erupted, thre
w my head back and closed my eyes. Simon’s mouth was still flooding with my golden piss as I shuddered and writhed in the grip of my powerful climax, and I knew that he’d never go running to my parents with his tales. If he did, he’d lose the hottest teenage slut he was ever likely to meet. There was no way he’d risk that, I thought happily as I massaged my clitoris faster and sustained my incredible pleasure.
‘Filthy whore,’ Simon spluttered as the flow finally began to lessen and my orgasm faded. ‘God, you’re a dirty little slut.’
‘That’s why you like me,’ I said. My eyes rolled as I recovered. ‘And that’s why you won’t say anything to my parents.’
‘Don’t think that I won’t talk to them if you mess me about,’ he retorted as I collapsed onto the grass next to him.
‘If you do that you’ll never see me again.’
‘I know where you’re living,’ Simon said, chuckling evilly and grinning at me. ‘I also know that you’re living with Jackie, your old school friend. What would her parents say if they discovered that she was a prostitute?’
‘They wouldn’t believe your lies, Simon. Why are you doing all this?’
‘Because I want to fuck you every week.’
‘You could have done that without resorting to blackmail.’
‘I want to fuck you for free, Ali. I won’t pay you for it.’
I grabbed my clothes and got dressed as Simon tugged his trousers back on. I reckoned that he might carry out his threat. The last thing I needed was Jackie’s mother turning up at the flat and accusing her of being a prostitute. Her mother knew my parents and . . . This could turn out to be a dangerous situation, I knew as Simon chuckled wickedly again. I picked up my bag and was about to leave when he grabbed my arm.
‘Be here this evening,’ he said. ‘And bring Jackie with you. I want to fuck both of you.’
