Lust Call (27 page)

My long blonde hair cascaded over my flushed face as the three cocks repeatedly withdrew and drove into my naked body, and I moaned softly through my nose. Snaking my tongue around the rim of Derek's knob, I felt a quiver run through my womb as fingers massaged the exposed bulb of my erect clitoris. I needed more fingers to attend to my darkest feminine needs, I mused. Mouths sucked and bit on my elongated nipples, tongues licked the small bridge of skin dividing my fucked holes . . . How many men would it take to satisfy me?

My mouth flooded with creamy spunk as Derek let out a rush of breath, and I repeatedly swallowed hard as male liquid gushed into my anal canal and filled my contracting vagina. The men had come too soon for my liking, but they'd be able to fuck me several times, I was sure. Hoping that they'd swap places,
each taking turns to fuck and spunk my hot holes, I listened to the sounds of naked flesh meeting flesh, gasping and panting, as my orgasm stirred deep within my contracting womb.

What would Dave think of me if he discovered that I wasn't only an insatiable adulteress and a lesbian, but I'd indulged in group sex with three men? He'd had his suspicions over my fidelity, but he would never have dreamt that I was in the woods with three cocks fucking and spunking my naked body. I was a filthy slut, I mused happily as my orgasm erupted within the cock-massaged nub of my erect clitoris. A dirty, filthy little slut. And I loved it.

My young body shaking, rocking back and forth like a rag doll as my mind-blowing orgasm peaked, I knew that I'd never be able to give up my male lovers. In the grip of my climax, I imagined Dave walking into the clearing and witnessing my beautifully crude sexual act. Would he join in with the neighbours and fuck me senseless? Or would he divorce me? Strangely, I wanted him to know about my obscene exploits in the woods. I wanted him to know that I was a filthy tart and I could have any man eating out of my panties. Why had he suspected me? Did he know what I got up to behind his back? Had he been the unknown man behind the fence?

The men finally withdrew their spent cocks, and I rolled over on to my side to lie quivering in the aftermath of my pioneering triple fucking. I could feel spunk oozing from the inflamed eye of my gaping anus, seeping from the yawning entrance to my burning vagina and dribbling down my chin. Quivering and panting for breath, writhing on the ground beneath the trees, I felt drunk in the aftermath of my crude four-way coupling. But I wanted more. Round one, I mused dreamily as hands squeezed the hard
mounds of my ripe breasts and groped between my spunk-splattered thighs.

It was incredible to think that, only a short time ago, I'd been a loyal and loving wife. Housework, shopping, washing and ironing . . . That had been the sum total of my mundane life, until the first email had arrived from Brian. Had Dave not gone to Morocco, or had he taken me with him, I'd still be going about my daily routine of household duties. My life had changed dramatically since that fateful day when Dave had left for Morocco. When I'd flashed my panties to Derek, I'd had no idea where the path I was treading would take me. Had someone told me where I was going, where the path led to, I'd never have believed them.

As Keith lay on the ground and the men lifted my young body and positioned me on all fours above him, I concealed a grin. I was in for another triple fucking, I knew as Barry knelt before me and offered his swollen knob to my mouth. It was Derek's turn to shaft my tight rectum, I thought happily as his bulbous knob slipped into my spunk-lubricated anal inlet. Keith drove his solid cock deep into my sex-dripping cunt and impaled me completely, and I again thought my transformation from twee housewife to dirty slut incredible.

But, hadn't I always been a slut at heart? The times I'd enjoyed on the common after college with boys had been amazingly satisfying. The first time I'd taken two cocks in my hands, pulled the fleshy foreskins back and engulfed the purple knobs in my wet mouth, had been an experience I'd never forget. I'd knelt on the ground before the boys and pulled their trousers down and wanked their cocks until they were as hard as rock. I'd cupped their tight ball-sacs in my palms, licked their youthful shafts, and had
finally taken their purple knobs into my pretty mouth. They'd come quickly, pumping out their fresh spunk and bathing my tongue and filling my cheeks as I'd swallowed and gulped down their milk.

Why had I married at eighteen years old, I wondered as my three male lovers fucked my tight holes. To sign a piece of paper and vow to honour and obey and remain forever faithful to Dave had been crazy. At the reception after the wedding, I began flirting with a good-looking male guest. I should have known then that monogamy wasn't for me. But, for four years, I'd remained loyal and faithful to Dave. And, then, as if releasing me from my vows, he went to Morocco and left me to my own devices. He'd not known that I'd harboured sluttish tendencies. I'd not known that I'd harboured lesbian tendencies.

‘Suck it,' Barry breathed, rocking his hips and fucking my mouth. ‘Use your tongue and suck it.'

‘It's nice to have accommodating neighbours,' Derek gasped, repeatedly ramming his ripe plum deep into the heat of my bowels.

The three men reached their second climaxes, filling my sated body with spunk as my clitoris exploded in orgasm. Never had I known such sexual gratification, never had I sunk so deep into the bottomless pit of depraved sex. What would Debbie think of me if she witnessed my shameless act? She knew that other men had fucked me, but not three at the same time. Would she suck the cocktail of spunk and girl-juice from my abused vagina? Would she still love me?

‘I'm fucked,' Derek gasped, his deflating cock slipping out of my spunk-brimming rectum.

‘You're bloody amazing,' Barry said as I sucked the remnants of spunk from his beautiful cock. ‘It certainly is nice to have accommodating neighbours.'

‘No more,' I gasped, moving my head back and ejecting his knob from my mouth. I rolled off Keith's body, and his cock yanked out of my fiery cunt as I collapsed to the ground. I lay on my back and grinned. ‘I can't take any more,' I breathed. ‘You did well, boys. But, I can't take another cock. I'm leaking spunk everywhere, I can't take another drop.'

Settling on the ground around my trembling body, the men kissed me and sucked on the ripe tips of my sensitive milk teats. Hands wandered over my glowing flesh, delving between my spunk-splattered thighs, roaming over my smooth stomach. I closed my eyes and lost myself in my arousal. I felt dreamy, dizzy, as they massaged my breasts and kneaded the swollen outer lips of my pussy. I'd done it, I thought blissfully. I'd had three cocks fucking and spunking me. My dream had become reality.

Lapping up the intimate attention, I pondered on Debbie, her beautiful young body. She was so angelic, and yet, so sexual. With her looks, she could have been a model, I mused, wondering whether Dave had already thought of photographing her. Had he been screwing young girls in Morocco, I wondered as my ripe nipples were sucked into two hot mouths. More to the point, had he been to Morocco?

As I lay beneath the trees with my lovers attending my naked body, I really didn't care whether Dave had been faithful to me or not. As long as he brought the money in, I didn't care what he got up to on his photo shoots. He could fuck any girl in the world, except for Debbie. She was mine, I thought, imagining her washing my naked body in the shower, brushing and drying my hair. She'd be my personal and very intimate maid.

Rolling me over and hauling me up on to all fours, the men again positioned themselves for another
triple fucking. I didn't protest as the man beneath me drove his rock-hard cock deep into my contracting vaginal sheath and a swollen knob slipped into my gasping mouth. The third cock glided easily into my sperm-bubbling rectal duct, and I felt a quiver run through my young womb. More sex, more spunk . . . I wondered again how much I could take as, for the third time, my abused body rocked back and forth with the crude fucking of my abused sex holes.

Leaves and small twigs adorning my sex-matted hair, mud and grass stains covering my naked body, I imagined staggering home and finding Dave waiting for me. My three holes fucked three times by three cocks, nine times in total, I must have looked like a wanton whore. I
wa
s a wanton whore, I thought, giggling inwardly as I gobbled and sucked on the ripe plum bloating my aching mouth. I was a filthy, dirty little slut. But, hadn't I always been? Apart from a four-year period of marriage, I'd always been a dirty little whore.

Totally exhausted and dizzy with sex, I didn't reach another orgasm as the men again pumped my young body full of creamy spunk. Gobbling, swallowing hard, I wondered how much male sex cream I could swallow in one day as my rectum flooded and my vaginal throat gulped down its share of sperm. I'd have a shower the minute I got home, I decided as I again listened to the squelching sounds of sex echoing through the trees. Would Debbie want sex when she arrived? Would she be desperate to drink from my inflamed vaginal sheath? I was in no fit state for anything. Maybe I'd sleep while she did the housework. She'd be my little housemaid, my angelic sex slave. What would Dave be? My meal ticket?

The men finally dragged their limp cocks out of my well-spunked holes and allowed me to lie on the
ground and rest. It was over, it had to be. Nine loads of spunk pumped into my young body . . . I couldn't take another drop. I'd be meeting my lovers in the woods again, I mused as they dressed. Would I meet them every day? I'd have to arrange times with them, times for fucking in the woods.

Finally propping myself up on my elbows as Derek and Barry thanked me and said goodbye, I gazed into Keith's dark eyes. Alone with my blackmailer, I wiped the sperm from my mouth and sat upright. I really liked Keith, I thought as he smiled at me. He was a bastard for what he'd put me through, but I had him to thank for my new way of life, and for Debbie.

‘How are you feeling?' he asked me.

‘Totally fucked,' I replied, giggling.

‘I never thought that we'd end up like this when I sent you that first email. I hoped that we'd meet and get to know each other, but I never thought that I'd end up fucking you in the woods with two other men.'

‘And I never thought that I'd end up like this,' I breathed. ‘God, there's spunk leaking out of me everywhere. I'd better go and have a shower before Debbie arrives.'

‘One more time,' he said, holding his erect cock in his hand.

‘No, Keith,' I gasped, ‘I can't take another . . .'

‘Please,' he persisted. ‘Once more, up your tight little bottom.'

‘I'm exhausted, Keith. I suppose, if you're quick . . . All right,' I finally conceded. ‘But, then, I'm going home.'

My face pressed to the ground, my naked buttocks jutting out, I waited in anticipation as Keith moved about behind me. He had amazing staying power,
which pleased me. As his huge knob slipped between the firm cheeks of my bum and slid easily into my well-lubricated rectal tube, I wondered why Dave had never had staying power like this. Even Derek had managed to fuck me three times, I reflected. And he was in his fifties. Maybe Dave just wasn't interested in me.

I could feel Keith's solid rod gliding in and out of my spunked arse, my pelvis inflating and deflating as he fucked me. My bowels must have been brimming with spunk, I thought dreamily. My bowels, my stomach, my vaginal cavern . . . I was awash with creamy sperm. But I knew that I could never get enough. I wondered if I should seduce Rob. He lived next door, his wife had left him, and he'd be in need of my tight little cunt. At this rate, I'd end up screwing every man in the street.

The delicate tissue surrounding my anal hole rolling back and forth along the veined shaft of Keith's cock, his heavy balls slapping my hairless vaginal lips, I breathed in the scent of the decaying leaves on the ground as he thrust into me again and again. My clitoris was again solid in arousal, and I let out a rush of breath as he slipped his hand beneath my body and massaged the sensitive protrusion. How many times could I come in one day? My cunt must have been red and inflamed. I'd have to get Debbie to attend me there, massage some cooling cream into my outer sex lips.

As my rectal duct again flooded with sperm, I reached my own climax and whimpered softly as my young body quivered and my juices of desire flowed. I couldn't take another cock, I thought. This had to be the last fucking of the day, or I'd split open. With the huge shaft repeatedly ramming deep into the very core of my trembling body, spunk oozing from my
stretched anal hole and coursing down to my gaping vagina, I rode the crest of yet another amazing climax. No more, I thought as the sperm-flow stemmed and the shaft began to deflate. I could take no more.

Collapsing on the ground after the cock had slipped out of my anus with a loud sucking sound, I writhed in the aftermath of my crude fuckings. I could hear Keith talking to me through the mist of my mind, feel his hands roaming over my naked body. Was I dreaming, I wondered as images of huge cocks fucking my sex holes loomed in my mind. I was physically and mentally exhausted.

‘Are you OK?' Keith asked me, shaking my shoulder.

‘Yes, yes,' I managed to breathe.

‘You've been well and truly fucked,' he said with a chuckle. ‘I think you'd better go home and rest.'

‘God, yes.' Hauling myself up, I grinned at him. ‘You're all man,' I said, gazing in amazement at his solid cock, his swollen knob. ‘I've never known anyone with such staying power.'

‘You want more?'

‘No, no. God, I can't take any more.'

‘I'll go now, Sarah. You know where to find me if you need me.'

‘Yes, I do. Tomorrow, maybe.'

‘OK.'

Clambering to my feet as he slipped away through the bushes, I dressed and ran my fingers through my tousled hair. Sperm streamed down my inner thighs as I left the clearing and made my way home, and with mud and grass stains on my knees and arms, I hoped that no one would see me. What the hell would Dave say if he saw the state I was in, I mused, cutting through Rob's garden. After reaching my
house, I closed the kitchen door behind me and checked the time. 9.30. Only half an hour before Debbie arrived.