Naked Lies

by Ray Gordon

  Filling the kettle, I felt that, whatever it was, my plan was coming together nicely. Lisa would tell Den where I was going, he'd tell Mat, and Mat would... Sadness enveloped me as I thought of Mat, the time before it had all begun. Why had he done it? Why had he treated me as a sex object, used and abused me, had me whipped and fucked by other men? Perhaps Lisa could discover his so-called ultimate goal.

  Lisa - what the hell was I doing with her? She was like a little girl, needing mothering, looking after. There was an angelic innocence in her dark eyes, the way she pouted her full lips. Live together as a couple? She had no money, no job, and lived in a rented flat above a shop. What did the future hold for her? I wondered, pouring the coffee. Or me, for that matter!

  "Shall I ring him now?" she asked as she appeared in the kitchen doorway.

  "Yes, I'll bring the coffee through," I replied, pouring milk into the cups. "Right, let's go."

  "Where are you really going this evening?" she asked as I followed her into the lounge, my eyes transfixed on her rounded buttocks billowing her short skirt.

  "I'll tell you later. Ask Den what his ultimate goal is."

  "Ultimate goal?"

  "Yes, ask him what this is all leading up to, what he hopes the blackmail will result in. Right, make the call, and don't forget to dial one four one first."

  Placing the cups on the coffee table as she sat on the sofa and grabbed the phone, I glimpsed her wet vaginal crack. The more I thought about her, the more I wanted her, but... Could I live with her? I pondered. Could we live as a couple? The notion intrigued me. She'd make a good partner, in bed as well as for company. My thoughts began whispering to me. Did I love her?

  "Den, it's me," she purred, breaking my reverie. "Yes, I rang her. She's going to Broadridge Common at eight o'clock. To meet some college men, whoever they are. Yes, she believes that I'm her friend. Yes, I will. Den, where will this blackmail end, what's the point?"

  She listened intently for a while, her dark eyes catching mine now and then as I sipped my coffee. Was Den spilling the beans? I wondered. Would he tell her about Mat? I doubted it very much. He'd not trust her, I was sure. As she said goodbye and hung up, I was beside myself with anticipation.

  "Well?" I finally asked.

  "The ultimate goal is to transform you into a nymphomaniac," she declared.

  "Why?"

  "So that you want sex, group sex, lesbian sex, all the time. He reckons that the time will come when there'll be no need to blackmail you because you'll be willing to have sex with anyone and everyone, including the other man, whoever he might be."

  As she took her coffee from the table, I paced the floor, pondering on her words. So, Mat had come up with a plan to transform me, to heighten my libido to the extent that I'd perform lesbian shows for him, enjoy group sex with him, so that he and Den could both enjoy fucking me without having to blackmail me. The plan had certainly worked well, I had to admit!

  How they intended to bring Mat into the games, I didn't know. Perhaps Mat was going to walk in and find Den fucking me, and I'd be in such a state of arousal that I wouldn't mind my husband joining in. Henceforth, there'd be no need for blackmail - I'd willingly participate with Den and Mat, and whoever else came along.

  "You've done well, Lisa," I smiled as she finished her coffee. "What I want you to do now is go home. I'll ring you when I'm ready."

  "What about this evening?"

  "You can't come with me. I have something very important to do and I can't have you with me."

  "But..."

  "Trust me, Lisa. I'll ring you, don't worry."

  "If you say so," she replied sullenly, depositing her cup on the table.

  "I do say so. When you go, try not to let Den see you. Sneak out into the street, OK?"

  "OK, I'll wait to hear from you."

  As she left the house and closed the front door, the phone rang. It was Mat, ringing to tell me that he had to see a client that evening. Obviously Den had called him and told him about the common, and they'd planned to meet there. While they were wandering aimlessly over the common, I'd be in the woods enjoying my studs. I'd arrive home late, sperm-drenched and exhausted. Mat would question me, his suspicious mind paining him as I poured out my lies. I was now the omnipotent!

  Hanging up, I again pondered on the ultimate goal. Why had Mat wanted to change me from a loving wife into a bisexual nymphomaniac? Because he was a man, I supposed. Making love wasn't good enough for him, he wanted to watch other men fuck me, other women lick my cunt, suck and lick my clitoris to orgasm. Knowledge might well be power, but what to do with that knowledge?

  I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for the evening, taking a shower, shaving the stubble from my vulval flesh, applying my make-up and dressing in my microskirt and white silk blouse. I really looked the part, I thought, gazing at myself in the full-length mirror. I really looked like a tart. I was a tart!

  Mat arrived at six, asking me why I was dressed up to the nines, where I was going, who I was meeting. I gazed into his brown eyes, the hurt there, the regret, the failure. His incredibly wicked plan had backfired on him, leaving him wallowing in self-pity, suspicion, anger, jealousy.

  "I'm meeting Lisa," I lied. "As you phoned and said that you're seeing a client, I thought I'd have an evening out with her."

  "Have you seen anything of Den?"

  "Yes, he came round this afternoon."

  "He doesn't seem to be working very hard these days. He's always round here sitting in the garden with you and having coffee."

  "I wouldn't know anything about his work, he never mentions it."

  "John, Den, Lisa, Carole... You have quite a social life, don't you?"

  "No, not really."

  "Who else calls in for coffee?"

  "Aren't I allowed to have any friends?"

  "Yes, but..."

  "I'd better be going, Mat."

  "What time will you be home?"

  "I really have no idea. It depends on... I'll see you when I see you, OK?"

  "I suppose so," he sighed. "Have you given any more thought to us?"

  "No, I still need time. I'll see you later."

  Leaving the house, I walked down the leafy avenue, the sun warming me, my mind swirling with thoughts of indulgent sex. Mat and Den would be together by now, talking, discussing, planning... The ultimate goal? Perhaps I should allow Mat's plan to work, I pondered. A life of extravagant sex, and a husband to support me. It might not be such a bad thing after all.

  The evening sun warming me, I ambled across the grass towards the trees, wondering where Ian and his friends were. My juices seeping from my sex sheath as I thought of several young men taking me, using my naked body to satisfy their lust for debased sex, I sat on the grass by the woods and looked about me. A woman pushing a pram, children playing football, the world going about its business. Where were my studs?

  "I didn't think you'd turn up," Ian called as he emerged from the trees behind me. Rising to my feet, I turned to face him. His tight jeans caught my eye, the bulge of his crotch. Wearing a white T-shirt, his suntanned arms strong, his face grinning, he smiled. "We've found a clearing in the woods," he said. "Follow me."

  I said nothing as he led me along the path, the path to sex. The cool air in the woods caressing my naked pussy, my wet sex crack, I wondered how many men were waiting for me, my cunt. Six, seven, eight... I wanted their sperm, their gushing sperm filling me, my mouth, my cunt, my arsehole.

  "How many?" I finally ventured.

  "There are six of us," he replied, turning his head and flashing a smile at me. "OK?"

  "Yes, that's OK."

  There were four naked men standing in the clearing. I gazed longingly at their fully erect penises, their swollen purple knobs, their heavy balls. Where was the sixth? I wondered, greedy for as many cocks as I could lay my hands on, take into my cock-hungry mouth. Perhaps Ian had got it wrong, he was the fifth, not the sixth.

  My stomach somersaulting as two young m
en unbuttoned my blouse and tugged my skirt down, I looked down at my breasts, my swollen melons, my succulent milk teats. My nipples throbbing, erect in arousal, I let out a sigh of pure lust as a finger ran up and down my yawning sex crack.

  "She has a lovely cunt," someone murmured as a finger slipped between my inner folds and snaked its way into my aching sex duct.

  "And a beautiful arse," another rejoined as my buttocks were squeezed and parted.

  I felt alive with the sensations of sex as hands ran over my naked body, seeking my crevices, my mounds. The evening sun filtering through the trees, casting streaks of light across my firm breasts, I imagined going to the woods every day and giving my body to the young men, offering my cunt in the name of lust. I didn't need Mat, he was in my way. Without him, I'd be free - free to offer my naked body to other men. What price freedom?

  To my great delight a naked girl emerged from the bushes, her breasts firm, her love lips adorned with fine blonde curls. She'd obviously been hiding from me, waiting until I was naked and ready for sex before showing herself. As she moved towards me, I focused on her sweet sex crack, her pink inner lips protruding seductively from her slit. I wanted my tongue inside her beautiful cunt.

  The finger embedded deep within my wetting vagina leaving my tight sheath, the men moved aside as the girl stood before me. Her long blonde hair cascading over her pretty face as she lowered her head and sucked my breast bud into her hot mouth, I breathed in her aroma, her female scent. I knew I was about to find my sexual paradise.

  Five beautiful penises and an angelic girl all to myself... This was my domain. How wonderful it would be to have Mat watching, I mused as the girl knelt before me and kissed my fleshy pussy lips, sucked each one into her hot mouth. But Mat had lost out, as had Den. Their wicked plan had more than backfired on them, leaving them alone while I enjoyed sex in the woods. Were they wanking?

  "Lie on the ground, on your back," Ian instructed me. As I obediently complied with my master's order, the soft grass tickling my naked flesh, the girl knelt astride my head and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue entering me as I gazed at her yawning sex valley, her open lust hole, I was about to pull her curvaceous body down and reciprocate when one of the men knelt behind her. His fully-erect penis hovering above me, his huge balls swinging, I watched as he slipped his purple glans between her swollen sex lips and drove his magnificent cock deep into her cunt.

  His balls brushing my forehead as he withdrew his penis and thrust into her again, I focussed on his glistening shaft, her inner lips rolling along its veined surface. Never had I witnessed sex at such close quarters, a massive cock thrusting in and out of a beautiful cunt, and the sight sent a lascivious quiver through my womb. In and out of her fresh cunt his shaft glided, solid, wet with her juices of lust, fucking her.

  As the girl sucked my clitoris into her ravenous mouth, I arched my back, desperate to tongue her love nodule. Lowering her body, the top of her open sex crack pressing against my mouth, I knew exactly what she wanted. Her copious love milk dripping onto my face, I pushed my tongue out and licked her swollen clitoris as the huge penis drove in and out of her cunt. Would I have my cunt fucked as she licked my clitoris? I wondered, imagining the beautiful sensations. Her tongue driving deep into my cunt again, I knew that my turn would soon come.

  The squelching sounds of sex resounding in my ears, warm pussy milk dripping onto my face, I licked and sucked on the girl's clitoris as she parted my cunny lips and mouthed my throbbing pleasure bud. The young man's balls slapping my forehead as he quickened his fucking, I prayed for him to slip his cock out of her cunt when he came and spunk over my face, sperm my lapping tongue.

  Gazing in awe at the wet cock as it repeatedly emerged and drove into the nameless girl's drenched vaginal duct, I felt the birth of my orgasm stirring within my contracting womb. My anal sphincter muscles spasming as my climax approached, I wanted a huge penis there, arse-fucking me, sperming into my bowels. I loved cocks, spunking knobs, swinging balls... I loved cunts, solid clitorises, the flowing honeydew of lust. I loved sex.

  "Coming!" the man cried, his shaft swelling to an incredible size as my own orgasm erupted within my tongued clitoris. His bulbous knob leaving her vaginal opening every time he withdrew to thrust into her again, his spunk splattered my face, jetted over my lapping tongue. I licked and sucked as the girl writhed in her orgasm, delighting in my crudity. Her milk spewing from her inflamed cunt as the man's spunk jetted, I drank the aphrodisiacal blend of their orgasmic juices.

  The pistoning cock finally stilling, embedded deep within the girl's sex sheath, I licked the sperm running down the heavy balls dangling above my face. My own climax subsiding, my clitoris sending the last ripples of orgasm through my quivering pelvis as the female tongue snaked around my swollen sex button, I relaxed at last.

  The penis finally gliding out of the girl's sated vagina, I pressed my lips to the pink flesh surrounding her open hole and sucked, swallowing the young man's sperm. Moaning in her pleasure, she swivelled her hips, pressing her wet sex flesh hard against my mouth as I pushed my tongue out and entered her cunt. Reciprocating, her tongue driving deep into my drenched vaginal sheath, I shuddered. I wanted to come in her mouth again.

  "That's enough," a deep voice called. The girl moving aside, I looked up as the men stood around me, their balls heavy, their penises fully erect. Who was to enter me, and where? I wondered as I was instructed to position myself on all fours. My buttocks jutting out as I assumed the crude position, displaying my vaginal hillocks, my anal iris, I rested my head on the grass, awaiting my fate.

  As I'd expected, a young man slid beneath my naked body and guided his knob between my vaginal lips. Driving his cock deep into my yearning cunt, he reached behind me and grabbed my buttocks, yanking my globes wide apart, exposing my anal entrance. As before, I was to have another cock up my arse, but would I also have one fucking my mouth?

  A tongue licking my brown hole, lubricating my delicate tissue, I closed my eyes, desperate for a penis to enter me there, to stretch my tight duct wide open and fuck me. The men murmuring, whispering to each other, I knew they were deciding who should take me from behind, fuck my arse and spunk into my bowels. The cock stirring within my gripping vagina, I hoped the men would each fuck me, take it in turns to pump their torrid lust juices into my rectal duct.

  As someone knelt behind me and pressed his bulbous knob against my wet anal rose, I lifted my head, looking for a penis to suck as my holes were fucked. Two men kneeling down, their huge shafts erect, they pressed their knobs together, offering me their purple crowns. Devouring them as the man behind me drove his cock into my anal duct, I sucked on the two beautiful plums. The male organs between my legs driven in to the hilt, I took the two knobs as far as I could into my mouth, my mind swirling with crude thoughts, my arousal soaring to frightening heights.

  The quadruple fucking commencing, my body rocking as the four shafts drove in and out of my orifices, I shuddered as soft fingers gently massaged my clitoris. It was the girl, I knew, as she expertly masturbated me, sending electrifying sensations through my abused body. Squelching, sucking, slapping, gasping... The sounds of sex filled my ears as five people attended my feminine needs, fucking me, massaging my love spot, plummeting me to hitherto unimaginable depths of sexual depravity.

  Gobbling on the two knobs as they exploded in orgasm, pumping sperm over my snaking tongue, I felt the cocks within my inflamed lust holes swell, the spunk jetting into my spasming ducts. My clitoris erupting in orgasm beneath the girl's massaging fingertips, I drank from the men's swollen plums, my entire body quivering. On and on the male organs thrust deep into my cunt and my arse, filling me with spunk until I overflowed. Sperm running down my chin, oozing between my legs, I'd found my sexual utopia.

  Delirious with sex, my body shaking violently, I could no longer rest my weight on my hands. The penises slipping out of my mouth, gliding out of my anal sheath as I collapsed on top of the man ben
eath me, I lay trembling in the aftermath of an orgasm so intense that I almost passed out. The only remaining cock slipping out of my cunt as I rolled to one side, I lay on my back, licking the remnants of sex from my lips.

  My eyes closed, I listened to the movements around me, wondering what I was to endure next. A whipping? I speculated, hearing twigs cracking underfoot. Or would they now take it in turns to spunk up my sopping cunt? I wanted more men, more cocks, men standing over my naked body wanking over me. I wanted as much crude sex as I could get!

  Finally opening my eyes as I recovered from my beautiful ordeal, I looked about me. They'd gone, crept away, leaving me alone, desperate to come again. But there was always tomorrow evening, I consoled myself. And the following evening, and the following. Clambering to my feet, I dressed, covering my abused body, veiling my sperm-bubbling holes, and staggered out of the wood. The sun setting, I made my way home on my trembling legs, wondering what Mat had been up to. Wanking?

  I arrived home to find Mat pacing the lounge floor. He looked tired, his expression pained as I smiled at him and flopped onto the sofa. My exhaustion was obvious, my body shattered from the quadruple fucking.

  "You're late," he murmured.

  "Yes, we had a great time!" I laughed.

  "Where did you go?"

  "Everywhere. Lisa's become a good friend, we get on really well together."

  "What about her girlfriend?"

  "Oh, she went off with someone else. That's one reason that I went out with Lisa this evening, she was down in the dumps. What have you been up to?"

  "I saw my client and then watched TV."

  "How boring! Well, I'm going to bed."

  "Yes, yes I'll be up later."

  Mat did his usual trick the minute I'd left the room. I stood on the stairs, spunk oozing from my abused sex ducts as I listened to him whining and complaining on the phone to Den. I was about to go up to bed and leave him to whinge when he mentioned the ultimate goal.

  "Tomorrow," he said. "We'll do it tomorrow. Because we're running out of bloody time, Den. She wasn't on the common but I know that she went off somewhere with those mates of yours. I reckon that we're losing it. It won't be long before she takes off and leaves me - and then we'll have nothing. Right, I'll arrive at eleven o'clock, on the dot, and walk in to find you fucking her. Yes, that's a good idea, get Lisa round. OK, tied down, sex-crazed, begging for it - and I'll join in. If that happens, I'll say that I knew what was going on all along, and I didn't want to spoil her fun, I didn't want to lose her. The way she is now, I can't see that she'll say no! Great, I'll arrive at eleven sharp. We don't need luck! Until tomorrow."