by Ray Gordon
For a reason unbeknown to me, I wished to do something dirty to my naked body. But what? I felt like sex, dirty perverted sex. God, how I'd changed! Where was the old me? I believe that my first act of adultery on the common had changed me, transformed me into a sex-starved whore. Sucking that young man to orgasm had also broken a bond I'd had with Tony, leaving me free to enjoy my sexuality. I hadn't wanted the bond broken.
Gazing at my pubic bush, I decided to shave my vulval area, strip my cunt of cunt hair. Perhaps, subconsciously, it was in way of punishment - I didn't know. Punish myself for my addiction, for my adultery? Would Stephen Giles tell Tony of my wantonness?
I seemed to be changing with every day that passed. What had once been an act of love was now cold sex. Crude sex for the sake of crude sex. I even found myself wondering about anal intercourse, the sensations, the lewdness, the... no. I looked down at my nipples, pinched them, painfully squeezed them. Should I have them pierced? Gold rings adorning my milk teats to forever remind me of my wicked adultery.
In the bathroom, I stood with my feet wide apart, my knees slightly bent, and gazed at my blonde pubic forest. Yes, I'd shave, shave to shock. Shock who? David? Tony? To shock myself? Did I hate myself for what I'd done? Probably.
Taking Tony's shaving foam, I creamed my pubic bush, the cold lather permeating my outer vaginal lips - tantalising. The razor glided through the foam with ease, leaving strips of milk-white smooth skin in its wake. Pulling my pussy lips up and apart, I removed every last hair from between my legs, my cunt. The warm flannel warmed me there as I cleansed myself.
The mirror revealed what I'd done, faithfully reflecting my soft, smooth skin. The veil of fleece gone, my intimacy was blatantly displayed - my protruding inner folds, the rise of my outer labia. I suddenly panicked, wondering how I'd explain my naked pussy to Tony. But that was the least of my worries! I needed spunk!
Plugging the phone in, I rang David. "I've shaved my cunt," I announced proudly, impishly, as he answered. I don't know why I told him. I sensed vulgarity bathe me, lewdness permeate me.
"Bloody hell!" came his unintelligent reply. He was only a gardener, after all.
"No, I've shaved my cunt."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"Are you offering me your cunt in return for sperm?"
I might be. "How's Lydia?"
"She's in the other room, we're OK now. Do you need sperm, Helen?"
I always need sperm!
I wasn't going to be blackmailed, I'd fight my addiction. Turn the tables. Yes, turn the tables and have David begging me for sex. I liked talking dirty on the phone, it wetted me, juiced my cunt. I'd turn the tables.
"Do you wank?" I asked in my devilment.
"Yes, often."
"Do you mouth-fuck Lydia?"
"No, she won't let me."
"I won't let you mouth-fuck me, either."
"But I thought..."
"You thought wrong. You're not the only one, David. I have other sources of sperm besides you. I have other cocks to suckle, besides yours."
He said nothing. Hopefully, he'd realized that he couldn't blackmail me. Lydia didn't like having her cunt tongue-fucked; she didn't like David mouth-fucking her. Was she really a lesbian? Was that why she didn't like cock sucking? That was my ammunition, my weapon - I would do things that Lydia wouldn't.
"I like sucking men's spunking knobs!" I giggled, my clitoris stirring at the thought. "I love having my mouth fucked!"
"You're a dirty bitch!" he laughed. Had his thoughts of blackmail faded? "I'd better go, I think Lydia's coming." His words were urgent in his fear.
"It's a shame that you ruined what could have been a good relationship."
"I didn't ruin it, Helen, you did."
"It's your loss, David." I was going crazy for a fix. "You became greedy, greedy for perverted sex. You could have visited me every other day and..."
"I'll come round now, shall I?"
God, yes! "If you want to. To be honest, I'm not that bothered."
"OK, I'll be there soon."
"What about Lydia?"
"I'll tell her that... I'll see you soon." The tables had turned, thank God!
I waited in my nakedness for him to arrive, for his cock to come, to spunk in my thirsty mouth. My shaved cunt aching, my panic rising, my heart beating wildly, I thought I was going to die. Ten minutes, twenty minutes... where was he? Perhaps Lydia had grabbed him, pulled his penis out and demanded love, brought out his sperm. I prayed for his balls to be full, heavily laden. In my panic, I was tempted to ring again, but didn't want to reveal my urgency.
When the doorbell finally rang, I dashed through the hall, my firm breasts bouncing, my nipples erect. "Lydia!" I gasped as I opened the door. She gazed at my breasts, my shaved pussy lips, pushing past me and striding into the lounge in her anger. Had David told her? No, he wouldn't have revealed our adultery! Joining her in the lounge, my blatant nakedness excited me, wetted my cunt.
"You've been screwing David behind my back!" she hissed. Her red skirt was short, very short, revealing her long curvaceous legs. I was stunned, fear overwhelmed me.
"Me? Of course I haven't! What ever gave you that idea?" I gasped.
"I was listening on the extension phone, Helen!"
"Oh."
"Look at you, naked, ready to fuck him again! My God, you're a bitch!"
"It's not like that, Lydia!"
She tugged several strands of long blonde hair out of her mouth. "He told me that you're addicted to sperm, which I find ridiculous."
"It might sound ridiculous, but it's true."
"It's a pathetic excuse, no doubt designed to conceal the truth - you're a whore."
"I am addicted to sperm, Lydia!"
"Well, you're not having his sperm!" she shouted, her face flushing, her full red lips quivering. The betrayed woman, hurt, wounded. "We'd made love just before you called. I have his sperm, Helen - in my vagina."
I didn't know what to say. My panic worse than ever, unless I had my fix, I was sure that I'd die! His sperm, in her vagina? I wanted it, craved it! She could scoop it out and... my mind had gone, blown away in my craving! Scoop it out? My addiction was driving me crazy!
"How could you do it?" she asked, a tear rolling from her eye. "I thought you were going to talk to him to help me - not help yourself!"
"I'll pay you," I blurted out, wishing I hadn't.
"Pay me for what?"
"Sperm, I'll pay you for his sperm."
I must have been mad, I was mad! Pay Lydia to scoop David's sperm out of her cunt for me to lap up? God, I needed help! My life had changed beyond all recognition. I'd become a prostitute, a wanton whore! There was no future with Tony now, I knew. Never could I face him again, not after...
"How much will you pay me?" Lydia asked, to my great surprise.
"Twenty pounds."
"Twenty? No way!"
"Lydia, I..."
"I'm in debt, Helen. If you really are addicted to sperm, and you're that desperate for it... one hundred, in cash."
This was absurd! What lengths would I go to in my quest for sperm? What horrendous depths of depravity would I sink to? Noticing her blue eyes locked to my breasts, my erect nipples, my stomach somersaulted. As she lowered her gaze to my shaved pussy, I wondered again whether she really was a lesbian. Did she fancy me? God, what was I thinking of? But the notion excited me, another woman hungry for my cunt. My clitoris pulsated.
Lifting her short skirt, she tugged her red knickers down her shapely thighs to her knees - her spunk-wet knickers. Licking my lips, I gazed at the globules of sperm clinging to her vaginal lips, matting her well-trimmed blonde pubic hairs. She could scoop the cream out and I'd lick her fingers, suck the drug from her fingers to find peace and serenity.
"Well?" she grinned, reclining in the armchair, her thighs wide apart, her sperm-bubbling cunt blatantly on offer. "One hundred pounds, cash."
Why was she doing this to me? "All right
," I finally conceded. "Scoop it out and I'll pay you."
"No, you'll lick it out."
"Lydia, I'm not a..."
"You'll lick it out and make me come."
I couldn't believe what she was saying! I'd thought I'd known Lydia so well, but now? Lesbian. The word echoed around my mind, conjuring up images of my tongue delving into Lydia's open cunt, lapping up David's sperm. Lesbian. No, there was no way I was going to do that!
"Look," she grinned salaciously, placing her legs over the arms of the chair and slipping her finger into her open sex hole. "Sperm, Helen - lovely sperm."
My God, I didn't know her at all! "Lydia, I'm not going to..."
"OK, I'll be going, then."
"Does David know that you're still a..."
She cocked her head to one side, her succulent lips furling into a slight smile. "Does he know that I'm a lesbian? I didn't know myself until I saw you, naked. Memories came back, Helen, memories of Julia. She used to shave her pussy for me. David and I are OK now, but..."
"But you're bisexual?"
"Yes, I am. Don't you want his sperm?"
"Yes, desperately, but I'm not going to..."
"Come on, Helen! Look, I'm overflowing with spunk!"
Parting her fleshy outer lips, she exposed her erect clitoris, the opaque liquid oozing from her vagina. I'd never seen another woman's cunt before and... and the sight stirred something deep within me. No one would know, it would be a secret - another secret.
David had been cruel, attempting to blackmail me. If I struck up a deal with Lydia, a deal for his sperm... Two women, two tongues, two cunts. Trembling, my heart banging hard against my chest, I wondered what Tony would think if he were to walk in and find me naked, my cunt shaved, and Lydia... One hundred pounds? Did she want me there, licking her cunt, as much as I wanted sperm?
"The money..." I began.
"One hundred pounds."
"But, if you want me to... Christ, you should pay me!"
"You've got plenty of money, Helen. I'm in serious debt and..."
"All right." I surrendered, kneeling on the floor and gazing at her blatantly opened femininity. "All right, you win." All I wanted at that moment was a fix. Whether I drank from a cunt or a cock didn't matter, I had to quench my thirst.
Moving my face closer to her open vaginal entrance, my heart leaped as I breathed in her heady female scent. She was oozing with sperm, her honey-pot full, brimming. What was I doing? I wondered, pushing my tongue out. Another woman's cunt, another woman's clitoris, so close to my tongue. We met, the tip of my tongue meeting her warm inner sex lips. I licked, and licked again, savouring the aphrodisiacal blend of her cunt milk and David's sperm.
"That's nice!" she gasped, peeling her vulval hillocks wide apart, exposing her ripening clitoris. "Make me come, Helen, make me come in your mouth. Drink David's sperm and then lick my clitoris to orgasm. Drink his come from my cunt."
No words fell from my lips, I could find no words. I was performing an act of lesbianism, licking Lydia's open cunt, lapping up her vaginal cream and her boyfriend's spunk. I began licking fervently at her open hole, eagerly swallowing the intoxicating blend. My lips sealed to her sex lips, I sucked from her love tube, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until I was drunk in my drinking. My clitoris swelling, throbbing, I could no longer think of Lydia's pleasure, her craving for orgasm - my own sexual needs were urgent.
My juices flowed as she reached out and pinched my sensitive nipple. Serenity bathing me as the drug took effect I moved away from her beautiful pussy and lay on the carpet, my limbs spread, my hairless crack open. I couldn't believe that I was offering my vagina to another woman, but I was no longer in control. Lost in my sexual arousal, I waited in anticipation for her tongue to discover my inner folds, my pleasure nodule. I was offering the very centre of my femininity to another woman's mouth.
My eyes closed, I heard movement, sensed her between my legs, my inner thighs, her hot breath on my swollen pussy lips. Her tongue licked, lapping at my sensitive sex flesh, tasting me, skilfully swelling my expectant clitoris. Her fingertip circled the entrance to my yearning vagina - probing, teasing, exciting.
She entered me, suddenly, urgently, her finger driving deep into my sex-drenched cunt. I gasped, my fingernails digging into the carpet, my back arching, my breasts heaving as she sucked my pulsating clitoris into her wet mouth. Was I now a confirmed lesbian?
She knew what a woman liked, how to lick and suck and finger a woman's cunt with expertise. Tony was good, but never this good! Deftly taking me closer to my climax, she snaked her tongue round my solid clitoris and slipped more fingers into my tightening sex duct. Images of David's penis fucking Lydia's cunt drifted through my mind as I licked my pussy-wet lips. Images of his stiff penis driving deep into her sex sheath - images of his knob spunking.
Letting out a long low moan of lesbian-induced pleasure, my stomach rising and falling, my breasts heaving - I finally came. The beautiful sensations emanating from my pulsating, tongue-caressed clitoris permeating my very soul, I cried out in my coming, wailing my appreciation for the female tongue, the cunny-fingering fingers.
"God!" I gasped as my orgasm peaked. "God, don't stop!" She didn't stop. Her tongue tonguing, her fingers fingering, she sustained my multiple orgasm until I thought I'd pass out with the incredible pleasure issuing from my burning cunt, my throbbing clitoris.
As my orgasm finally began to wane and I wilted in my subsiding, she moved about my glowing body. My eyes closed, I didn't know what she was doing until I sensed the heat of her vaginal opening close to my mouth - the unmistakable female scent of her sex folds filling my nostrils. Her knees either side of my head, she lowered her crotch, her sex lips pressing over my mouth as she buried her face in my wet nest and resumed her pussy eating.
Locked in our lesbian coupling, we sucked and licked pussy flesh, drank pussy juice, sucked out incredible sexual pleasure until we were drained, exhausted in our lust. She finally fell to the floor, exhausted, writhing, panting in the aftermath of her lesbian coming. We lay side by side, our tongues lapping between each other's cunny lips, probing, tasting, teasing, drinking love juice.
Lydia was gentle, soft, curvaceous, feminine in her femininity. David was rough, strong, hard in his fucking. I liked Lydia, I liked David. Both together? I wondered as her tongue snaked its way into my burning cunt. His knob in my mouth, spunking - her tongue in my cunt, licking. Double pleasure.
"I must go," she finally sighed, hauling her depleted body off the floor. I looked up at her, her vaginal crack, as she stood beside me with her feet slightly parted. I wanted her cunt again, her-sperm-filled cunt. But she was drained, devoid of sperm.
"You'll come and see me again?" I asked, my eyes still transfixed on her succulent inner lips - pink, sex-wet.
"Yes, I'll come again. Every time David fucks me, I'll bring you his sperm."
"What about the money? I don't have any cash in the house."
"You can pay me next time."
She grabbed her spunk-wet panties from the floor, brushing her matted blonde hair away from her flushed face as she left the room. She was gone, as if she'd never been there, cunt licking, cunt fingering. I lay on the carpet for some time, naked, satisfied, tranquil. Contemplating, reflecting on my first lesbian encounter, I wondered about Tony. His name fluttered among the guilt and confusion in my mind. Tony. Adultery. Lesbian. I owed Lydia one hundred pounds in return for lesbian sex. What the hell had I done?
Massaging my firm, wet pussy lips with my fingertips, I recalled licking Lydia's cunt. Why had I committed an act of lesbian sex? What was I becoming now? Where would my addiction take me? My pussy shaved, I again thought of having my nipples pierced, although I didn't know why. Pierce my inner lips?
After years of happiness with Tony, years of monogamy, I was turning into a nymphomaniac, desperate for women's bodies as well as men's. My addiction to sperm was a nightmare that I had no control over, I was vulnerable, defenc
eless.
Leaping to my feet, I dashed into my studio. I felt elated in my nakedness, satisfied beyond belief after my shot of sperm - and as guilty as hell for my lesbian licking. I'd not invite Lydia into the house again, I decided. Although we'd enjoyed an incredible experience together, I wasn't a lesbian - was I? My thinking was muddled; I didn't know what I was, or what I wanted.
I had two days of work ahead of me, uninterrupted, panic-free work. Slipping my smock over my head, I thought of Tony again, his name repeatedly drifting through my mind. Guilt swamping me, I shook my head, again wondering what I'd become. Tony knew nothing of his lesbian wife's antics, he was innocent in his innocence - and I was guilt ridden.
Two days later, my symptoms were back with a vengeance. My work halted again, I was climbing the walls, craving a fix. I couldn't live like this! I was destroying my life! I wasn't going to answer the phone, I was in no mood to talk. But I finally grabbed the receiver, realizing that Tony would become highly suspicious if I persistently ignored his calls.
"Is that Helen Moore?" The voice was deep, male. Moore was my maiden name. Someone from the past?
"Who is this?" I asked.
"That is Helen Moore, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is."
"I have some photographs of you, Helen."
"Photographs?"
"Remember art college? Remember the leaving party we had?"
"Yes, I remember."
"You were drunk. I took some photographs of you."
"Who is this?"
"Walker, Alan Walker."
"Oh, Alan! Yes, I remember you. What's all this about photographs?"
"I hear that you're doing well, Helen." His voice was strange, threatening.
"Yes, not too bad."
"The photographs are for sale, I thought you might like first refusal."
"For sale? I don't know what you're talking about, Alan. What photographs?"
"You were that drunk, so I don't suppose you'd remember. You were naked, a couple of the lads were mucking about, having a laugh... I grabbed my camera and they posed for me."
