Addicted (28 page)

Hanging my
gold chain around my neck, I fixed the ends to the nipple rings. My
milk teats stretched, the chain pulling my breasts up, I grinned as
I looked at my abused body in the full-length mirror. Very
alluring, I decided, turning this way and that, eyeing my pouting
cunny lips, my feminine curves. Very tarty. Should I have my inner
lips pierced?

As I bounded
downstairs to my studio, the phone rang. It wouldn't be Tony, I
knew. Gary, perhaps? Flouncing into the studio, my painfully
stretched nipples sending wonderful sensations through my naked
body, I grabbed the receiver.

"Hallo," I
replied.

"Helen, it's
Alan."

"Oh, Alan.
Er... where are the photographs, I thought you were going to bring
them round?"

"I've been
busy, working away. Look, I'm in your area tomorrow, I was
wondering whether..."

"Only if you
bring the photographs with you."

"No problem.
Er... I have a friend... I was wondering..."

"What do you
think I am, a tart?"

"No, no. Not
to worry, it was only a thought."

"Bring him
with you and we'll see."

"Great, I'll
see you tomorrow."

Replacing the
receiver, I pondered on my new way of life. Alan bringing a
stranger round for sex? I was sinking deeper and deeper into the
bottomless pool of depravity! But I couldn't allow sex to rule my
life, I had to concentrate on my work, finish the painting and get
on with the next one. Sheena would be able to test the market with
one pornographic painting, but she'd need a comprehensive range to
entice the potential customers.

After an hour
in the studio, the girl was coming on very well. Putting the
finishing touches to her pretty face, the sperm dribbling down her
chin, the veined penile shaft embedded within her pretty mouth, I'd
just decided to see how David was fairing in the garden when the
doorbell rang. "Now what!" I breathed agitatedly, leaving the
studio and grabbing my smock from the kitchen before answering the
door. "One bloody interruption after another!"

Lydia was
standing on the step, her face anguished, pained. She'd had her
lesbian sex, her orgasm, so what had she come back for? Not more
sex, surely? Another caning, perhaps? I imagined pushing my
clenched fist up her cunt, although I didn't know why.

"Is David
still here?" she asked.

"Yes he is.
What's the problem, are you all right?"

"I don't know
what to do, Helen. I don't want to leave David, but I want to be
with you as often as I can. I need to talk to you, talk about
us."

"You'd better
come through to the kitchen," I invited her. "You must remember
that I'm married, Lydia. Tony must never find out that..."

"Yes, I know,"
she said softly, following me through the hall. "You see,
initially, my idea was to use you for sex, and make some money in
the process. But now..."

"Now you've
fallen in love with me and you're torn between male and female and
you want David as your partner and yet you want me..."

"Yes, that
just about sums it up," she broke in, sitting at the kitchen
table.

"Lydia, I was
talking to David earlier and he said... No, I shouldn't tell you.
God knows, you're confused enough as it is!"

"Please tell
me, Helen."

"All right,
but you might not like it. He wants a threesome, you, me and
him."

"A threesome?
But..."

"I told him
there was no way I'd do such a thing, but he seemed to think that
you'd be game. I believe he was thinking of you rather than
himself, your pleasure."

"I didn't
realize that he... it just goes to show how little I know him!"

"It's a
difficult situation, what with our lesbian relationship and David
being your boyfriend. Don't tell him that I told you about it,
whatever you do."

"No, of course
I won't."

"Would you
want to... would you be game, Lydia?"

"Well, I... I
don't know. I want you both so it might be..."

"I wouldn't be
interested; I'm not into that sort of thing. Look, you stay there
while I take him a cold beer."

David was
doing well; he'd already cleared half the ground of weeds and
brambles and was in dire need of a beer. What else was he in dire
need of? I wondered, eyeing his bulging crotch. I told him that
Lydia was in the kitchen but made him promise not to go and talk. I
didn't want him spoiling my plan!

"David,
Lydia's just put something to me, a proposition," I smiled. "She
doesn't know I'm telling you but I thought I'd... no, it's probably
best that I don't say anything."

"What did she
propose?" he asked, sipping his beer. "You can't begin to say
something mysterious and then decide not to."

"Well, she...
she suggested a threesome, you, me and her. I said that I wasn't
interested but... I just thought I'd better mention it to you."

"A threesome?
God, I didn't realize that she was like that!"

"No, neither
did I. I've never had a lesbian relationship so... it's not
something I'd do, I can tell you that!"

"It might be
fun," he replied, gazing into my eyes as he brushed his dark hair
away from his suntanned face. He was falling, hook, line and
sinker.

"
You
might
enjoy it, David, but I'm not a lesbian!" I returned. "I was joking
when I said that I fancied Lydia."

"Were you?
Look, I'll do your garden for nothing if you..."

"Is that all
I'd get in return, a few weeds pulled up?"

"I'll... I'll
landscape the back garden. A professional job, rockery,
shrubs..."

"A fish pond
with a waterfall."

"Christ, that
would cost..."

"I'll pay for
the materials if you do the job for nothing."

"OK, you're
on."

"Right, the
best way to handle this is for you to chat to Lydia. I'll send her
out here and you can put it to her. Don't, whatever you do, tell
her that I told you what she'd said about a threesome. Arrange it
for this evening; we'll have a night of sexy fun."

"OK, I'll say
that it was my idea. Are you sure that she's keen?"

"She's more
than keen, I can tell you! I'll send her out here."

Returning to
the kitchen, I smiled at Lydia, imagining David fucking her sex
sheath while I fingered her tight arsehole. I'd squat over her
face, bring myself off in her mouth while I sucked David's knob and
drank his spunk. Christ, ever lewder in my lewdness!

"Lydia,
David's really keen on this threesome thing. I don't really want
to..."

"I'd like to
give it a go," she replied eagerly. "Please, Helen, I love you
both, I want to do it."

"Well, don't
tell him that I said anything. Go and see him, see what he has to
say. Don't you suggest it, let him do the talking. If you're both
really keen then I might consider it. It's not something I'd want
to get into regularly, you understand, but I might try it
once."

I watched her
bound down the garden, her short skirt revealing her thighs. What
David would say when he discovered her shaved pussy, I didn't know,
or care. All I wanted was to enjoy their naked bodies, have them
both attend my nipples, my cunt, my bottom-hole. Shuddering as I
imagined two tongues lapping between my vaginal lips, I prayed for
my plan to work. If I pulled this off, I'd discover my sexual
heaven, I was sure.

Gazing through
the window, my stomach somersaulted as I watched Lydia approach the
house. "Well, what did he say?" I asked hopefully as she stepped
into the kitchen.

"This evening,
Helen, we'll come round and..."

"Good, we'll
have a night of sexy fun. Do remember that I'm only doing this for
you, Lydia. I don't want it to become a regular thing."

"Do you want
us, you and me, to become a regular thing?"

"Yes, if
that's what you want."

"Oh, I
do!"

"OK, you go
home and let me get on with my work, and I'll see you this
evening."

"All right.
You know, I've really changed, Helen. When I first thought that you
and David had been... well, I was upset and confused. Now I seem to
have found what I was looking for all along, although I didn't
realize what it was that I wanted."

"And what is
it you want?"

"Sex with a
man and a woman. I feel that this is right, that our relationship
is going to blossom."

"I'm sure it will," I smiled.
My
clitoris will blossom
! "Off you go, and
I'll see you later."

Quite a turn
up for the books! I reflected. Lydia and David, naked, writhing in
orgasm, her vaginal juices wetting my face, his spunk filling my
mouth. I'd lie on the floor beneath Lydia while David fucked her.
I'd lick her clitoris to orgasm as he spunked up her cunt and then
I'd drink from her, swallow her come and his male cream. The
evening was going to be quite an experience, to say the least! But,
in the meantime, I had work to do.

David had
worked solidly throughout the morning and afternoon and I wondered
whether he'd be in a fit state for a night of rampant sex. He'd
said nothing to me before leaving, only offering me a knowing smile
as he walked past the kitchen window and around the side of the
house.

My clitoris
swelling, my cunt wetting in anticipation, I glanced at my watch -
five-thirty. Tony wouldn't have arrived in Tokyo yet so there'd be
no questioning phone calls from him, not for several hours, anyway.
Had he masturbated on the plane? Had he slipped into the toilet and
brought out his spunk as he imagined a stewardess gobbling on his
knob? More than likely!

At least I
wasn't having a problem satisfying my craving for sperm. There
seemed to be more of the stuff available than I could manage! But I
knew that the time would soon come when I was desperate for another
fix. Not today, not tomorrow, but the time would come when I was in
dire need of a man's beautiful penis, his orgasming knob, his
gushing spunk.

Stephen Giles
hadn't phoned, which I found odd. Perhaps he was too busy running
the company, or fucking his secretary over his office desk. When
the front doorbell rang, my heart leaped. It was far too early for
David and Lydia. God, if it was Gary! Perhaps he'd like to make up
a foursome? Two cocks two cunts, four tits, mouths, tongues...

Opening the
door to Laura, I offered her a smiled, wondering why she had to
call now, of all times. There was no way she'd be into orgies, I
was sure of that! As I gazed at her pretty face framed by her
shining, long black hair, I imagined her cunt slit, her fleshy
pussy lips, her erect clitoris. She was supposed to be my best
friend, for goodness sake! What on earth was I thinking of?
Something gripped me; I desperately wanted her, her naked body, her
wet cunt pressed against my open mouth.

"Come in," I
said, wondering whether I could overpower her and tie her over the
kitchen table - rip her panties down. My God, I was becoming
evil!

"Thanks," she
smiled, stepping into the hall. "How are you?"

In desperate need of your beautiful cunt
. "I'm fine. Coffee?"

"Tea, please,"
she replied, following me into the kitchen.

Her perfume
filling my nostrils, I imagined kissing her succulent red lips,
breathing in her female scent, driving my tongue deep into her
pretty mouth. I'd not only changed beyond recognition, but become
someone else! My life, my entire existence, revolved around sex now
- cocks, balls, cunts, clitorises...

"I haven't
seen you for ages, Laura; I'd thought you'd given me up as a lost
cause."

"Why would I
do that?"

"Because...
well, after I told you about my addiction and what I got up to on
the common."

"I didn't know
what to think, I still don't."

"Don't think
anything."

"No, I suppose
it's best not to."

I needed her,
her cunt, although I didn't know why as I was expecting David and
Lydia. But why was I thinking like this? What had possessed me to
imagine Laura's naked body, my tongue licking between her full
vaginal lips? Had she recently been fucked, was her cunt brimming
with spunk? I wanted to bury my face between her parted thighs,
press my mouth to her open sex hole and breathe in the heady
perfume of her vaginal folds.

"Laura, I want
to show you a trick that Tony taught me," I said, taking Tony's
leather belts from the worktop.

"I'm not in
the mood for tricks," she sighed. "I came here to see how you are,
not to play games."

"Oh, that's a
shame because it's an excellent trick. I'll put the kettle on for
tea."

My ridiculous
idea wasn't going to work. Pretending that I was going to show her
a trick which entailed strapping her over the table was a crazy
idea, only an idiot would fall for it! But the desire to get at her
naked body, to lick her juiced cunt, was overwhelming - I didn't
know what to do. To me, Laura had become a challenge, and one I
wasn't going to be beaten by. I mentioned the trick again, how
brilliant it was.

"Come on,
then," she grinned. "What's this silly trick of yours?"

"It's not
silly. Stand with your feet wide apart and lean over the table," I
instructed her, not too eagerly, of course.

Her dark eyes
sparkled as she gazed at me. "Lean over the... what are you going
to do?" she asked hesitantly.

Drink from your hot cunt, my little nymph
. "Strap your ankles to the table legs, and your
wrists."

"Hang on; I'm
not going to..."

"The idea is
that you... just do it and I'll show you how it works. Houdini has
nothing on this one."

Trusting me in
her naivety, taking her position, she leaned over the table, her
rounded buttocks billowing her skimpy red skirt, her shapely thighs
fully displayed. I imagined her panties bulging with her swollen
vaginal lips, her mound. My sex juices flowed, my clitoris
pulsated, as I gazed at her body, pictured her taut naked buttocks.
But there was no time to stare and dream of the delights within her
tight panties!