Naked Lies

by Ray Gordon

  "We went too far, too soon," he whined to Den. "Let things calm down for a while and then we'll start on her again." Climbing the stairs to bed, I felt sad, confused - lost. It was a no-win situation. At last, the tables had turned. Mat and Den had lost, but I, too, had nothing.

  Crawling beneath my quilt, I lay naked in the marital bed, recalling Lisa loving me, licking me to orgasm. Her firm thighs parted, her hairless pussy open, my tongue lapping between her love lips, delving into her juicy sex hole... Did I have Lisa? Did I want Lisa?

  Mat brought me tea in bed the following morning. Did he think that a cup of tea would change things? I wondered as I schemed my schemes. Propped up on my pillow as he washed and dressed, my plans emerged from the swirling mist of my mind - crystal clear. I'd cane my breasts, shave my pubic hair off, and he'd believe that Den was still blackmailing me. If Mat thought that Den was sexually abusing me while he was at work, I'd cause no end of trouble between the evil pair.

  When Mat had gone I finished my tea and ambled into the bathroom. Running my fingertips over my downy pubic curls, I took Mat's razor and shaving foam from the shelf and sat on the edge of the bath. The cooling foam stimulated me as I massaged between my thighs, my clitoris becoming erect, my love lips swelling. Lathering my vulval flesh, I wondered whether Lisa would like my naked cunt. Yes, I decided that she would.

  The razor poised over my sex mound, I hesitated. I'd never before dreamed of shaving, not even the mere thought ever having crossed my mind. Was it a mistake? I'd made so many mistakes that one more wouldn't make any difference! Besides, my curls would soon grow, revealing my love slit.

  Dragging the razor over my mound, the blade leaving milk-white skin in its wake, I decided to walk out of the bedroom naked as Mat was coming upstairs. I'd gasped, feigning embarrassment as I quickly covered myself. He'd notice straight away, of course, and question me. I'd tell him that I'd read about shaving, that I preferred it that way. And he'd go running to Den with his accusations. I felt wicked.

  Dragging the razor over my outer love lips, my sex mound, I stripped my pubic curls. Stretching my vulval flesh, I removed every hair, dragging the sharp blade over my swollen lips until I was smooth and soft. Finally taking a flannel from the basin, I wiped away the foam and blonde curls, cleansing my cunt. It was too late now for a change of heart - or cunt! - I reflected, gazing down at my youthful vaginal lips, my unveiled crack.

  Standing before the long mirror, I gazed excitedly at the reflection of my cunt, stimulated by my sleek new image, I took a plastic shampoo bottle from the shelf and eased the end between my outer labia. The bottle was almost three inches in diameter - could I drive it deep into my cunt? I wondered. My feet wide apart, my knees bent, I watched apprehensively in the mirror as the bottle slipped into my drenched duct, my outer lips stretched tautly around the phallus.

  "God!" I gasped as the shaft entered me, the end coming to rest against the soft hardness of my cervix. Releasing the bottle, I projected my hips forward, the mirror reflecting my vaginal abuse. My hairless love lips now rounded, forming a perfect circle around the phallus, I squeezed my vaginal muscles. The bottle gliding slowly out of my cunt, I pushed it back and squeezed my muscles again. It was an arousing sight, the wet phallus emerging below my erect clitoris, my pearl. I needed to come, but not yet, I decided. I would allow my libido to reach desperate heights before enjoying the exquisite release of orgasm.

  Pulling the bottle out, my swollen cunt lips closing, concealing my sex entrance, I placed my new-found phallus on the shelf and grabbed my clothes. Slipping into my blouse and skirt, I went downstairs and opened the back door. The sun was hotter than ever and I decided to spend some time in the garden. Den wouldn't bother me, I was sure. He'd wait to hear from Mat before making a move. Even the threat of sending my mother the tape was futile now that Mat believed I might leave him. No one could touch me.

  The air cooling my hairless love lips as I wandered down the garden, I was more aware of my sex centre than ever before. I wanted a tongue licking my smooth hillocks, lapping between my fleshy cushions, caressing my erect clitoris. I might ring Lisa and invite her round, I thought as I sat beneath the old apple tree. The blades of grass tickling my vaginal lips, I felt my clitoris swell and pulsate. Did I want the collar and chain? Did I want the cane?

  The hoe looked at me, beckoned me as I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it over my shoulders. Tugging my skirt down, I lay on the grass with my limbs spread, the sun filtering through the foliage above me, warming my naked body. I lay there for a couple of hours, relaxing, contemplating my life, where it was taking me. Where did I want it to take me?

  "Jane!" Lisa called as she skipped across the lawn. "I must say, you look very... Oh, you've shaved!" she beamed, towering above me.

  "Lisa, I... It's nice to see you," I smiled, sitting up and shielding the sun from my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

  "I came to see you, silly!" she grinned, plonking herself on the grass next to me. "You should be careful sunbathing naked, anyone could walk round the side of your house and see you."

  "Yes, we need a gate."

  "Why did you shave?"

  "Because... because when I saw your... I prefer it that way."

  "God, you look beautiful! I'd like to... Jane, Den phoned me this morning. I thought I'd better come and talk to you about it."

  "What did he want?"

  "He said that you spent yesterday evening at my place."

  "Did he? I wonder why?"

  "I was hoping you'd be able to tell me."

  "I have no idea why he says things to people about me, where I'm supposed to have been or what I'm supposed to have done. He's mad."

  "He reckons your husband told him that you'd been to my place."

  "I went for a walk in the recreation ground, Mat knows that. Den's obviously lying, but I can't think why."

  "Something's going on, Jane."

  "You're telling me! I've been blackmailed, used and abused..."

  "No, apart from that. Anyway, you know that I'm no longer involved in Den's games."

  "But you are, Lisa. If he's ringing you saying that I've been to see you and that you've been here for coffee, then you are involved."

  "Yes, I see your point. But involved in what? I don't know what's going on, why Den's saying these things."

  "Neither do I! Mat said that Den's been telling him things about me, that I'm running off with some man or other."

  "Are you?"

  "No, of course I'm not. Apparently, Den said that I was going to live in the Cotswolds with another man. God only knows where he got that idea from."

  "It's not part of his blackmail tricks, is it?"

  "I don't see how it can be. I mean, what would he have to gain from it?"

  "I don't know. Maybe it's all leading up to something."

  "I want to know who the man was that Den brought round here."

  "He's said nothing to me about another man. It was just the two of us using... I wish I'd never got involved with him."

  "We wouldn't have met, would we?"

  "That's true. Why don't you lie back and show me your new look?"

  "Den's up to something," I murmured, reclining and spreading my legs wide. "He's trying to cause trouble."

  "Let's not talk about Den."

  As Lisa's fingertip ran up and down my open sex valley, I released a little sigh of pleasure. Stroking my protruding inner folds, she rested her head on my stomach, her long hair tickling my sun-warmed skin. I believed her now - she didn't know that Mat was in on Den's wicked plan. She could have been lying, but I preferred to believe her.

  Lifting her head, she licked around my navel, her tongue delving into the small indentation, sending quivers of excitement through my pelvis. As only a woman knows how, I reflected, as her wet tongue moved over the slight swell of my stomach to my hairless sex mound. Teasing the top of my crack, snaking into my moist valley, licking the protective hood of my clitoris, she slipped a finger between my b
allooning love lips and drove it deep into my sopping vaginal sheath.

  "God," I murmured as she twisted and bent her finger, the sensations running through my tightening vagina driving me wild. Her tongue caressing the sensitive tip of my clitoris, I arched my back, digging my fingernails into the soft grass as the beautiful sensations built. Desperate for orgasm, I parted my thighs as wide as I could as she slipped a second finger into my tight cunt and stretched me open.

  The bud of my sex slit solid beneath her sweeping tongue, she parted my love lips, exposing my intimacy in its full glory. "You taste nice," she purred as her tongue delved between my pussy cushions, lapping the stretched flesh around the gentle pistoning of her fingers. She moved up my slit again, sucking my clitoris into her pretty mouth, bringing out my pleasure.

  "I want to come," I breathed, my sex button pulsating in the beginnings of orgasm. "Lick me faster, I want to come!" Her hot mouth sucking, her tongue sweeping over my clitoris, she fingered me fervently, propelling me expertly towards my climax. "God, yes!" I gasped as my body bucked and shook violently. "Don't stop!"

  My sex milk spewing from my burning vagina, streaming down the valley between my buttocks, I tossed my head back, my eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm erupted. It was as if I were dreaming, drifting within my psyche as the waves of sexual ecstasy rolled through me. I let go completely as my orgasm peaked, gave myself in my entirety - surrendered my very being.

  As my climax began to subside, she slowed her vaginal fingering, her tongue sweeping gently over the sensitive nub of my pulsating clitoris. Slipping her fingers out of my drenched sex duct, she moved down my yawning valley, her tongue entering me, licking inside my hot vagina. Drinking from my open hole, her tongue tantalising my inner flesh, she cleansed me, sucking and swallowing until she'd drained my open pussy.

  "Nice?" she smiled as she sat up and gazed at my sex-flushed face.

  "God, yes!" I breathed, her fingertip tracing circles over my wet outer lips.

  "I like your shaved cunt. It's smooth, soft, fresh..."

  "You are naughty!" I giggled.

  "You can talk! I am pleased that I got involved with Den. As you said, we'd never have met."

  "I'm pleased that you came round, Lisa," I sighed as my clitoris swelled in response to her caressing fingertip.

  "So am I. Look, I'd better go."

  "Already?"

  "Yes, I have things to do. I'll ring you, shall I?"

  "Yes, please do. I'd like to see you again. I mean, regularly."

  "You will," she smiled, leaning over my glistening body and sucking each nipple in turn. "You will."

  As she scuttled off across the lawn, I closed my eyes and relaxed. I felt satisfied, calm, serene as never before. But I'd wanted Lisa's cunt pressed to my mouth, my tongue fucking her open hole... There'd be other times, I consoled myself as I toyed with my wet inner lips. Did I need Mat now that I had Lisa? Lisa or not, I didn't need the evil bastard! But I hadn't finished with him yet. I had more games to play.

  Finally climbing to my feet, I wandered into the house and locked the back door. I was in a scheming mood, a mood to draw up plans against Den and Mat. My shaved pussy was a good start, I reflected, stroking my soft love lips. I could hardly wait for Mat to discover my devilry. He'd instantly think that Den had been round and threatened me - fucked me. Trouble was brewing!

  After lunch, I killed time by going for a walk. The evening seemed an age away as I wandered the streets, the cool breeze playing on my shorn pussy. But there was no rush to inadvertently expose my nakedness to Mat, I reflected as I breezed across the recreation ground towards the trees. I had all the time in the world.

  Again, I pondered on my breasts, what Mat would think if he were to notice weals fanning out across the taut, pale skin of my mammary globes. I could make out that I was naked in the garden, the branches of the apple tree whipping my breasts as I tripped and fell over. He wouldn't believe me, of course, and would go rushing round to Den's house with his accusations.

  Under cover of the trees, I took a long twig from the ground and opened my blouse. Gazing at my braless melons, I knew it would hurt, but I had to do it - to whip my breasts and leave telltale weals across my milk-white skin. Every day I'd allow Mat to see further signs of sexual abuse, whippings, sperm-matted hair, spunk-stained skin, inflamed cunt lips... Every day I'd cause trouble.

  Raising the long twig, I began by teasing the taut skin above my areolae. The rough twig leaving no marks, I struck each breast harder, the stinging sensation causing me to gasp and wince. My nipples responding, becoming hard and elongated, my areolae darkening in my arousal, I whipped my breasts more severely.

  "Ouch!" I cried as I forced myself to lash each globe as hard as I could, the thin pink weals already beginning to appear across my milky flesh. Inadvertently striking my nipples, I gasped as the strange sensation of pain and pleasure permeated my swollen breasts. Was this another awakening? I wondered, flailing each nipple in turn, my cunt wetting, my clitoris stirring as the pain increased.

  Slipping my blouse off, I tossed it to the ground in my abandonment and stood by a large bush, my mind brimming with lewd ideas. Grabbing a branch level with my pert tits, I bent it back and released it. Swishing through the air, it struck me, the rough leaves whipping my stinging breasts. "God!" I cried, bending the branch back as far as I could and releasing it again, the leaves swishing across my swollen globes, lashing my sore nipples.

  My arousal soaring, I whipped my breasts until my pale flesh glowed a fire-red and my nipples became painfully erect. My cunt milk streaming down my inner thighs, I desperately needed to masturbate, to quell my sexual tension, but there was no door knob, no hoe - nothing to push deep into my yearning cunt. I'd have to go home and appease my insatiable vagina, my swollen clitoris. I'd fuck the hoe handle, slip the door knob into my bottom-hole and masturbate as never before. But my tits weren't nearly crimson enough yet.

  Whipping my breasts again and again, birds fluttering from the trees as I cried out in my pain and pleasure, I forced myself to endure the beautiful abuse. What would Carole think of me? I wondered in my masochism. Would she disown me? But it didn't matter. Mat was the important one. When he saw my breasts he'd become confused, angry, guilty, jealous.

  Finally halting the self-abuse, I gazed at my scarlet mammary globes. "Perfect," I murmured, eyeing the ugly weals fanning out across my swollen spheres. Mat was in for a high-voltage shock! Slipping into my blouse and leaving the wood, I hurried home, rivers of sex milk coursing down my inner thighs as I thought about masturbating, fucking the garden hoe. I wanted Lisa. No, I wanted a penis, three penises fucking my orifices, spunking deep into my naked body. The cane? Yes, I desperately craved the cane, a buttock thrashing. I wanted crude sex in all its crudity.

  Dashing into the house, my breasts stinging like hell, I froze as I heard Mat's car pull up in the drive. Panic-struck, I knew I shouldn't have shaved my pussy or thrashed my breasts. Fleeing upstairs to the bathroom, I locked the door, wondering what to do. I had to go ahead with my plan now, I had no choice. I was innocent. An innocent victim of blackmail.

  Slipping out of my skirt and blouse as the front door opened and closed, I wandered across the landing to my bedroom. Hearing my movements, Mat climbed the stairs. This was it - the next act in the tragic play.

  "Jane!" he gasped as he appeared in the doorway and gazed in disbelief at my glowing breasts, my hairless cunt. "What the hell..."

  "Mat, I... I fell over in the garden," I stammered, feigning guilt as best I could. "The branches of the apple tree caught me as I fell and..."

  "What have you done to your... Jane, why have you shaved?"

  "I read about it. A lot of women shave and I... I thought I'd try it."

  "Christ, you look like... Why shave? It's not like you to do that."

  "As I said, I read about it. Don't you like me like this?"

  "Whether I like it or not doesn't... The tree did that to your tits?"

 
"Yes, I tripped and fell."

  "I can't believe that the tree... You look as if you've been whipped."

  "Of course I haven't been whipped! I was naked, and I tripped over the hoe and fell."

  "You'd better rub some cream into the weals. God, I've never seen anything like it."

  "I'm a bit sore but I'll be all right. What are you doing here, anyway? It's only half past three."

  "I was passing. Er... I'm just popping over to Den's with some papers."

  "OK, I'll be down in a minute."

  My plan was working admirably, I reflected as I hurriedly dressed and bounded downstairs. There wasn't a great deal Mat could say. In his mind, I'd been forced to shave and have my breasts whipped. Again, I was innocent. Slipping round the side of the house, I hovered by the fence and listened to Mat as he stood on Den's doorstep hurling his accusations. The ball wasn't rolling now - it was hurtling full-pelt!

  "I haven't even seen her," Den protested.

  "It seems odd to me that we were talking about shaving her fanny, and now..."

  "Mat, I haven't touched her."

  "Do you honestly expect me to believe that? Christ, I was trying to calm things down, woo her back, but now? Couldn't you have waited, as we'd planned?"

  "I was waiting, for Christ's sake!"

  "Yes, it looks like it! Keep away from her, Den. Just give me a little more time and then we'll start again, blackmail her and have our fun."

  "Mat, I haven't touched her. I don't know what's happened to her, but it had nothing to do with me."

  "She said she fell over, but I can't believe that. She reckons that she shaved her fanny because she'd read about it, but she'd never do a thing like that. It's just not like her."

  "You have to remember that she's changing, Mat. All we've put her through, she's changed."

  "Look, I'd better get back. I'll see you this evening."

  "All right. But you must believe me - I haven't laid eyes on her."