Free Lust Call by Ray Gordon Page B

fence. Did I want him to be there, lurking in the bushes, watching me? Did I want to expose the most intimate part of my young body to his dark eyes? From the bushes, he’d be able to see up my skirt. Did he want to fuck me in the garden? Dave had never fucked me outside the marital bedroom. Asmy panties soaked up my juices of desire, I imaged Barry emerging from the bushes and taking me on the lawn. He’d sink his solid cock deep into my wet vagina, rock his hips, and fuck me senseless. Was that what I wanted? Why hadn’t Dave fucked me in the garden?
    My clitoris called me. I lifted my buttocks and slipped my wet panties off. With my legs outstretched on the grass, parted wide, I had no control over my feminine needs as I tugged my short skirt up and gazed at the hairless lips of my pussy, my open sex crack. I felt like a sex-crazed teenage girl as I massaged the sensitive tip of my erect clitoris. Was Susie fucking her man on the side, I mused dreamily. Why had she said that Dave will have his fair share while he’s in Morocco? Was he screwing a tart in his hotel room? Why hadn’t Derek called round for sex?
    Alive with sex, I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my braless breasts to the evening sun. My nipples rose, standing proud from my areolae as my libido heightened. Was my voyeur watching me? Was he hiding in the bushes, gazing at my firm tits as he wanked? Did I want him to emerge from the bushes and suck on my ripe nipples? A facial, I mused wickedly. I needed a man to wank and shoot his creamy spunk over my face and long blonde hair. Lifting my leg as my arousal gripped me, I slipped my hand beneath my thigh and drove two fingers deep into the wetness of my tight pussy. Was he imagining driving his cock deep into my cunt and spunking me?
    Hearing a noise in the bushes, I reckoned that Barry was there. Although I’d said that there wouldn’t be a next time, although I’d vowed to end the games, I couldn’t fight my arousal. I didn’t want to jeopardise my marriage, but I was hooked on the excitement and danger. After several years of playingthe role of housewife, I felt free. I needed something extra in my life. Something extramarital? Was that my plan? I had no long-term plans, apart from enjoying myself while Dave was away. What the hell was I going to do when he returned to the marital home? Would I slip down the garden and fuck my sex-hungry cunt with the fork handle?
    Nearing my orgasm as I fingered my contracting vagina and massaged my swollen clitoris, I moved away from the tree and lay on my back with my legs spread. What would I do when Dave returned? Would I fuck Derek while Dave was at work? Would I masturbate in the garden knowing that Barry was watching me? Recalling Derek’s huge cock gliding in and out of my pussy, I closed my eyes and breathed heavily as I teetered on the verge of my climax. There was no point in thinking about the future. All I could do was live for the moment, and enjoy my freedom while it lasted.
    â€˜Yes,’ I gasped as my clitoris erupted in orgasm and my vaginal muscles spasmed. My half-naked body shaking violently, my thighs twitching uncontrollably, I massaged the hot inner flesh of my sex sheath and caressed the pulsating tip of my clitoris to sustain my incredible pleasure. My orgasms were becoming more intense and longer-lasting, and I knew that I could never give up my self-loving now that I’d rediscovered masturbation. Never again would I neglect my yearning pussy, my solid clitoris.
    My eyes closed, I brought out the last tremors of sex from my receding clitoris and lay trembling on the grass beneath the apple tree. Dizzy in the aftermath of my orgasm, I was oblivious to my surroundings and had forgotten all about Barry, until I felt something brushing against my inner thighs. Propping myself up on my elbows, I let out a gasp as Istared in disbelief at Barry. He moved in and pressed his mouth hard against my swollen