Lust Call (24 page)

At fifteen minutes to twelve, a girl of about eighteen years old ambled along the alley. She didn't
stop, but she did glance at the fence as she passed by. That had to be her, I was sure. She was blonde, slim and very attractive, but I didn't recognise her. She came back ten minutes later and again looked at the fence as she walked by. My hands trembling, my heart banging hard against my chest, I clenched my fists. I knew that, if I simply confronted her, she'd run off. I'd have to physically grab her and question her.

She finally came back and slipped into the bushes by the fence, and I trod my way carefully to the alley. Her long blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight, and she was wearing a short tartan skirt and a white blouse. Reckoning that she wasn't wearing panties as I approached cautiously, I recalled licking and sucking on her solid clitoris. That's obviously what she was expecting me to do again. But she was going to have the shock of her young life.

‘Bitch,' I screamed, diving into the bushes and pulling her arms behind her back.

‘No,' she gasped, turning her head and gazing at me. ‘What are you doing?'

‘I'm meeting you here, as arranged.' Dragging her out of the bushes, I frogmarched her into the woods. ‘Right,' I breathed, forcing her to the ground. ‘You can begin by telling me who you are.'

‘Who are you?' she asked shakily. ‘What do you want?'

‘Don't play games with me. You know damned well who I am. Tell me your name.'

‘I'm Debbie. I was just out for a walk and . . .'

‘Lying will make matters worse,' I cut in angrily, eyeing her naked thighs as her short skirt rode up. ‘Who is Brian?'

‘I don't know anyone called Brian. Look, I was just out for a walk.'

‘What were you doing in the bushes?'

‘I saw a squirrel and I went to find it.'

‘You walked past twice and looked at the bushes. Then, you came back and went into the bushes. Now, tell me the truth.'

‘I am telling you the truth,' she argued, struggling to break free as I pinned her down on her back.

‘I have all day, Debbie, if that's your real name. I'll keep you here all day, if necessary.'

‘I was out for a walk and I saw a squirrel and . . .'

‘OK, have it your way,' I hissed, yanking her skirt up. ‘No panties, and you've shaved,' I breathed, focusing on her succulent pussy lips, her tightly-closed sex crack. ‘You're the girl, there's no doubt about it.'

‘What girl? I don't know what you're talking about.'

‘Tell me who Brian is,' I breathed, clutching her full pussy lips and digging my fingernails into her sensitive flesh. ‘Tell me, or I'll . . .'

‘Get off me,' she cried. ‘I don't know what you're talking about.'

Slipping my finger between the fleshy cushions of her swollen lips, I drove deep into the wet heat of her young vagina. She was so hot and tight, and I wondered whether she'd ever had a cock embedded deep inside her. Her pert breasts heaved as she squirmed and arched her back. Through the thin material of her blouse, I could clearly see the outline of her ripe nipples, and I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. If the obstinate little bitch wasn't going to tell me who Brian was, I'd sexually torture her, I decided as I drove a second finger into the tight sheath of her teenage cunt.

‘I'll give you one last chance to tell me who Brian is,' I said, gazing into her blue eyes.

‘Please . . .' she whimpered. ‘I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anyone called Brian.'

‘All right, tell me who comes here with you. Who is that man you were with the other day?'

‘I haven't been with a man.'

‘The man with you by the fence the other day, who is he?'

‘I've never been here before.'

I tightened my hand and dug my fingers into the inner flesh of her vagina. ‘Tell me who he is,' I repeated.

‘I don't know what this is all about. Look, I have to get home.'

‘Where do you live?'

‘You're mad,' she gasped. ‘I'm not telling you where I live, you're crazy.'

Managing to force four fingers into her young vagina, I felt my clitoris swell as I gazed into the deep pools of her blue eyes. She wasn't going to tell me anything, but I didn't want to hurt her. She was so young and fresh and . . . God, I thought as I lowered my head and locked my full red lips to hers in a passionate kiss. What the hell was wrong with me? Our tongues entwining as I breathed in her perfume, I couldn't understand why I was locked in a passionate kiss with another girl. Never had I dreamed about kissing a girl, let alone . . . I wasn't a lesbian, I tried to convince myself futilely.

Her hand delved up my skirt and slipped between my parted thighs, then she began massaging the swell of my pussy lips through the tight material of my panties. I'd always been an outdoor girl, I reflected as my young womb contracted. But, kissing and fingering another girl in the woods . . . Had I always harboured a lesbian desire? Was it simply curiosity,
or were latent lesbian tendencies surfacing from the dark depths of my mind?

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 feel 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 . . .'