Naked Lies (26 page)

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
ballooning 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.