Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  I remained silent as one of the women placed a cushion beneath my head. There was no point in struggling; there was nothing I could do - no escaping the inevitable. Standing at the end of the table, Gary focused on my open cunt, my face well within frame as I gazed between my rounded breasts at him. "Smile!" he chuckled, clicking the shutter several times. "Tony will love these shots, especially as you have a tattoo to identify you!"

  Again, I was in the clutches of my perverted neighbour, but not because of my addiction to sperm. This time, he really did have me where he wanted me; I was beholden to the bastard. My only chance was to have David break into Gary's house and grab the photographs, the evidence of my seemingly wanton debauchery - and then never fall prey to Gary and his perverted friends again. But time was running out, Tony was due home.

  "That's enough for the time being," Gary said, placing his camera on the shelf. "I'll take a few more shots once the girls are juiced up, really turned on and ready for orgasm."

  "I need sperm, Gary," I murmured as a blonde climbed onto the table, her knees either side of my head, her gaping cunt crack inches from my face.

  "You'll have fanny juice first."

  "You'll like my fanny juice," the alluring tart cooed, lowering her sex slit, her pink folds covering my mouth. "My cunt's nice and wet."

  Rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her drenched sex flesh into my face, she began her lesbian gasping as the other girl parted my vaginal lips and lapped around my open sex hole. I heard movement as my clitoris swelled, Gary clicking the camera shutter, taking more incriminating photographs of the lewd lesbian show.

  My God, if Tony were to see the photographs! What would he do? Would my lesbianism excite him, stiffen his cock? Or would it disgust him? I didn't know Tony, I reflected, picturing his cock screwing my bum hole in what he'd thought to be his wanton act of adultery. I didn't know Tony at all. He'd hired a private detective, the last thing I'd ever imagined him doing! Tony didn't know me, either. He knew nothing of my exploits, my transformation from a faithful, loving wife to a rampant bisexual nymphomaniac. I didn't know myself.

  But this wasn't the time to think of Tony. My clitoris pulsating beneath a sweeping female tongue, I pushed my own tongue out, tasting the horny beauty straddling me as she forced her cunt flesh into my mouth. Breathing in the heady scent of the nymph's sex folds as she decanted her juices of lesbian lust, I imagined Tony walking into the room and gazing in horror at my wanton act of lesbian filth. The notion excited me as I pushed my tongue deep into the girl's drenched vagina. He'd gaze open-mouthed at Helen, his little wife.

  But who was I now, Helen or Suzie? The two women had become one, combined, fused, creating a third person. Jackie? Yes, I was Helen's sister, Jackie, the dirty little strumpet. I didn't know who I was anymore.

  "God, that's good!" the girl grinding her open cunt into my mouth gasped, her sex juices pouring in torrents from her hot sex sheath. "Coming! God, I'm coming!" The camera clicked and whirred as Gary took shot after shot of the indecent scene. Could he see my face? No, buried between the girls thighs, in her sex nest, I decided not. But my tattoo was there for all to see!

  My own clitoris swelling, pulsating beneath the other girl's caressing tongue as she crudely finger-fucked my tightening cunt, I knew I was about to reach my girl-induced climax. My body shuddering, my cunt burning with lesbian desire, my orgasm came, taking me to beautiful heights of sexual pleasure. On and on my incredible climax rolled as I licked and sucked on the orgasming clitoris within my wet mouth while my own clitoris was licked and sucked into a hot female mouth.

  "Enough!" the girl towering above me finally cried, lifting her sex-wet vagina from my face, her sticky lust juices dripping into my gasping mouth. "God, that was beautiful!"

  "I got some bloody good shots!" Gary chuckled as the girl climbed off the table. "But now for some really good ones. Will one of you go and get the men?"

  "I will," the girl licking between my sex folds volunteered, leaping up and dashing out of the room.

  The men? I pondered fearfully as ripples of sex emanated from my solid clitoris. What the hell had Gary in store for me now? Licking my cunt-wet lips, I watched as the girl led three good-looking young men into the room. Naked, their penises erect, their balls swinging, they stood around the table scrutinizing my femininity, squeezing my firm tits, pulling on my nipple rings, parting my inflamed sex lips.

  "Do whatever you want to the dirty slag," Gary invited his guests crudely. The dirty slag, that's what I was, nothing more than a dirty slag to be used, fucked. "Don't mind me; I'll keep out of your way while I'm taking the photographs."

  One of the men climbed onto the table between my thighs, his dark, unruly hair cascading over his grinning face, his penis wavering from side to side, his heavy balls swinging. Aligning his purple plum with my gaping sex hole, he drove into me, his broad shaft stretching my cunt wide open as his knob glided up my sex duct and came to rest against my cervix. I sensed his balls against my taut buttocks as he pressed his pubic bone against mine, completely impaling me on his huge cock. Was I to be fucked by all three strangers? Yes, undoubtedly! Would they take turns to arse-fuck me?

  As the man began his penile thrusting, the two girls pulled on my nipple rings, painfully distending my tender brown teats as they massaged my erect clitoris. The thrusting cock jolting my naked body as I hung from the leather strap connected to the chain, I wondered what else Gary the pervert had in store for me. He said this was to be a photo session, but I knew that he had something up his sleeve, something far more degrading and humiliating than being fucked by three men while he took his pornographic photographs.

  "God, she's bloody tight!" the man gasped as he fucked me, his knob battering my cervix, his balls slapping my tensed buttocks. "I'm... I'm coming already!"

  "She likes it up her arse!" Gary laughed, focusing the camera on my contorting face as my own climax welled from my contracting womb and exploded within my swollen clitoris.

  "We'll take it in turns to do her arsehole!" another man chuckled, kneeling either side of my head and driving his cock deep into my gasping mouth.

  My mouth full, bloated, my cunt rhythmically tightening and relaxing as my orgasm peaked, I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining Tony gazing at the pictures of his loving wife's abused body. Quivering in my coming, my double fucking, I sensed wickedness grip me, a depraved lust for perverted sex. I hadn't had sex for so long with Tony that I'd forgotten what it was like to be loved, made love to. All I knew now was cold, crude sex for the sake of debased pleasure. The Devil's daughter?

  Take it in turns to do my arsehole? Tony had unknowingly done my arsehole, adulterous bastard that he was. I'd a good mind to tell Gary to show Tony the pictures, to prove to him that what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Or what's good for the gander is good for the goose! But no, I'd formulated my plan and I wasn't going to deviate from it. I'd emerge from the mire as little Miss innocent if it was the last thing I did! Like a Mermaid, I'd rise from the deep, as innocent as the Virgin Mary.

  But I still wasn't sure about my future with Tony. He'd committed adultery behind my back, literally behind my back! He'd never set out to deliberately harm me or upset me. I was the one who'd derived immense satisfaction from his anxiety - I'd caused his anxiety! Did I need Tony?

  Sperm gushing into my mouth, flooding my tightening cunt as my orgasm peaked again; I recalled the three cocks fucking me, my arse, my cunt, my mouth. Sinking ever-deeper into the pool of sexual corruption, I imagined two men ramming their penises deep into my inflamed vagina, stretching me wide open and filling my beautiful cunt with their gushing spunk. Two cocks fucking my arsehole? God, were there no depths I'd sink to in my quest for debased sex? No, I imagined not!

  As the spent cocks withdrew from my trembling body, I shuddered my last shudder and licked the sperm from my lips. The double fucking was over, but I knew that the debauchery had only just begun. The whip? I mused fearfully, excitedly. Yes, probab
ly, hopefully.

  Hurriedly releasing my tethered body, the men rolled me over like a rag doll, a sex doll. Lying on my stomach, my blonde hair matted with the perspiration of sex, I sensed degradation, humiliation swamp me. My body lifted, the leather strap run beneath me, they pulled on the chain, hauling me up, my buttocks projecting, parting, exposing my anal entrance to their feasting eyes.

  "I'll take her arsehole first!" someone chuckled, climbing onto the table behind me and yanking my tensed buttocks wide apart.

  "One after the other in quick succession!" another rejoined.

  "Rapid fire!" Gary laughed, taking several shots of my crudely exposed anal portal, my gaping cunt lips.

  The first man entered me, driving his organ deep into my bowels as the girls rammed their fingers into my drenched cunt. More hands kneaded my breasts, tugging on my nipple rings, bringing me sensations of pain and pleasure as I was crudely arse-fucked. Could I endure each man taking my bottom-hole in turn? I had no choice, I knew, as a girl sat on the table and yanked my head up by my hair, her open cunt crack smiling at me.

  Focusing on her yawning vulval slit as she moved forward, jamming her open sex crack beneath my head, her drenched folds forced against my mouth, I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her girlhood. My body alive with sex, my clitoris massaged by unseen fingers, I reached a mind-blowing climax as the penis fucking my arsehole loosed its sperm, bathing the illicit union. My abused body shaking violently, my tongue delving deep into the girl's open cuntal sheath, lapping up her sex fluid, I wondered how much more debauched pleasure my exhausted body could endure.

  "No more!" I finally gasped through a mouthful of vaginal flesh as my climax peaked again. My words drifting up to the ceiling unnoticed, my abusers continued the cunt fingering, the clit massaging, the anal fucking, the nipple pinching, until I thought I'd pass out with the electrifying sensations permeating my sated body.

  Finally, my orgasm waned, the penis within my inflamed rectum slowing to a gentle pistoning, the fingers slipping out of my drenched cunt, allowing my inflamed labia to close. But the girl grinding her open sex crack into my mouth hadn't had enough. Her clitoris swelling as she rocked her hips, she brought herself off, flooding my sex-flushed face with her orgasmic spend as she rode the crest of her climax.

  I drank from her sex hole, swallowing the creamy product of her orgasm until she slowed her rocking hips. Her climax finally receding, she moved away, leaving me gasping for breath, almost choking on her copious cunt fluid. I thought that she was going to experience her second coming as she rammed her hot cunt hole into my gasping mouth again and cried out her satisfaction for my wet mouth.

  "God!" she gasped, gyrating her hips, grinding her pulsating clitoris into my mouth. "God, I can't get enough!"

  "Neither can I!" the man behind me breathed, slipping his broad cock out of my sore arsehole.

  "My turn!" someone cried gleefully, taking their position behind me and driving his penis deep into my rectal sheath.

  All four men crudely fucked my inflamed arsehole, filling my bowels with their spunk until I was overflowing. The girls taking turns to grind their wet cunts into my face, to bring themselves off in my mouth, the session lasted for hours - the cries of orgasm filling the room, the camera shutter clicking a hundred times.

  The perverts finally exhausted as I hung limply from the leather strap, I thanked God when Gary announced that my lewd ordeal was finally over. My naked body aching, my holes sore, brimming with spunk, I couldn't have endured one more orgasm, one more arse-fuck.

  "Until the next time!" Gary laughed as the girls released me and threw my clothes at me. "Until the next time, you filthy whore!"

  Chapter Seventeen

  I didn't leave the house for two days, spending all my time working on a new painting, a portrait of Suzie. Her shocking ginger hair framing her sun glasses, her heavily made up face, there was no mistaking her identity. Gary knew her as Jackie, and Chris knew her as Suzie, but she didn't exist - confusion reigns!

  Chris hadn't been in touch, which surprised me as Suzie hadn't ventured into the wood to tell him her lies about Helen Hunter. Gary was none too pleased because I'd told him to go to hell when he'd phoned and insisted that I go to his house and perform for three friends of his. I'd hung up as his threats emanated from the receiver. I'd have to deal with the bastard!

  Tony had phoned several times, of course, whining and winging about the usual things. Where had I been? Had Gary been round? Was David still in the garden? He'd not been able to get a flight home, thank God, but he was determined to return and, as he'd again put it, deal with this bloody mess once and for all! Poor Tony, he'd discover such an intricate web of lies and deceit that he'd become more confused than ever!

  Doctor Hippy Harvey had sent me a parcel containing three small bottles of clear liquid. His letter instructed me to place a drop of liquid from bottle A on my tongue when I felt panicky. If I didn't feel better after half an hour, I was to try bottle B, and half an hour later, if panic still gripped me, bottle C.

  Instead of disrupting David's work in the garden earlier that morning when I'd felt panicky and nervy, I determined that bottle B did the trick, my panic disappearing within ten minutes of taking a drop of the magical liquid. I rang Doctor Harvey and told him that bottle B was the one for me. He'd make up a course of tablets that would cure me for life, he'd announced proudly. They'd be in the post within a day or two.

  With my craving gone, I'd be free to enjoy my new and varied sex life as and when I wanted to, rather than have my addiction force me to suck men's knobs and drink their spunk. I'd be able to enjoy Laura's body, her juiced cunt, without having to worry where my next fix was coming from. Why Laura hadn't been in touch with me, I wasn't sure. She was probably still heavy with confusion after our lesbian sex session, questioning her sexuality - and her husband's fidelity!

  Things seemed to be looking good, apart from the fact that David had decided not to break into Gary's house and steal the photographs. But I'd work on him, offer him deeply perverted sex in return for his help. Getting my hands on the incriminating pictures was a priority, and one that I'd have to deal with before Tony arrived.

  Gary rang at midday threatening to show Tony the photographs of my disgusting behaviour unless I visited his prison cell that evening and entertain his perverted guests. Gary was becoming boring, but what could I do? I had no choice other than to go to his house and play the part of the common strumpet. I was a common strumpet, wasn't I? I still had nothing on the evil bastard, which was annoying, to say the least!

  Things were coming to a head, I could sense it. I had to start preparing for Tony's homecoming, rehearse my lies, make sure I'd left no loose ends. Loose ends? God, there were so many people involved, so many loose ends, that I was sure I'd never tie them up! But I had several devious tricks up my sleeve, tricks that would leave me completely and utterly innocent. And hopefully, those involved - flabbergasted!

  There'd been no word from Stephen Giles, which I found odd, particularly as Tony, idiot that he was, went and told Stephen that he had to come home to deal with a marital problem. Of all the daft things to say! Still, that was Tony - daft. I didn't know Tony at all.

  The garden was coming on well; David had worked like a Trojan and done me proud. He was still nagging me about a threesome. He'd kept his side of the bargain, but the last thing on my mind at that time was entertaining him and his bisexual girlfriend. Besides, he'd been cruel to me, treated me like an animal, revealed my addiction to the postman, and I hadn't forgiven him. I hadn't yet decided how to punish him for treating me the way he had, splattering his sperm on the carpet and pushing me aside with his foot when he knew how desperate I was for a fix. As would the others, David would pay dearly!

  Ringing Laura to put the finishing touches to the little game I'd started with her, I recalled telling her about my addiction. She'd treated me badly, suggesting that I see a shrink and talk about my problems. And then she'd not contact
ed me, leaving me to cope alone - not the sort of reaction I'd have expected from my best friend. There again, I don't suppose she'd expected her so-called best friend to seduce her!

  "I was in the coffee shop in town, at a table behind one of those big pot plants," I enlightened her. "John didn't see me, but he was sitting with a girl, Tina, telling that he was going to leave you and move in with her," I said, my lips furling into a wicked grin as my lies flowed with an uncanny ease.

  "When... when was this?" she asked, her voice shaky.

  "The other day. I've been trying to get hold of you to tell you."

  "Tina, that's the girl who rang here asking for him. I confronted him, but he denied it, of course."

  "If I were you, I'd kick him out. Don't say that I told you about it, though. The last thing I need is to be involved in your marital problems!"

  "No, no I won't mention you. Actually, I've been thinking about John, our marriage. I don't know what I want after... Helen, about the things we did..."

  "What about them?"

  "I don't know, I'm confused."

  "Look, kick John out and... Well, let's see what happens between us."

  "I have to know that we have something, Helen. Until I know that we have something, I..."

  "Of course we have something!" I giggled slipping my hand between my thighs, my fingers toying with my protruding pink petals. We have perverted lesbian sex! "What we did together was good, wasn't it?"

  "Yes, very, but..."

  "There are no buts, Laura. I haven't stopped thinking about you since... Why haven't you contacted me?"

  "I was going to, several times, but I didn't know what to say."

  "I'll tell you what; meet me on the common in half an hour - by the trees."

  "The common? Can't I come to your house?"

  "No, the gardener's here and... Things at home are becoming rather difficult; I'll see you by the trees."

  "All right, half an hour."

  I might as well seduce Laura before dumping her, I mused as I licked my sticky fingers, wicked though the notion was. I suppose her reaction to my addiction was understandable but, for some inexplicable reason, I felt the need to ruin her marriage. Perhaps I wouldn't dump her after all. I could keep her hanging on, use her for lesbian sex as and when the notion took my fancy.