Addicted (29 page)

I hurriedly
strapped her ankles to the table legs and moved to her wrists,
telling what a brilliant trick this was and how it had been leaked
by a member of the magic circle. My imagination runs wild at times,
most of the time! Pulling her arms across the table, her rounded
buttocks projecting beautifully, I strapped her wrists together and
secured the end of the belt to the table leg.

"OK," I said,
moving behind her and lifting her skirt up over her back,
unashamedly exposing the tight material of her pink panties
faithfully following the beautiful contours of her tensed buttocks.
"The idea is this."

"What are you
doing?" she asked, surprised, raising her head and turning to look
at me, her pretty mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Helen, what
are you..."

"It's not what I'm doing that you should concern yourself
with, Laura - but what I'm
about
to do!" I giggled impishly, rudely yanking her
panties down to her thighs and gazing longingly at her pert bottom
orbs.

She protested
wildly, as I'd expected, but she was completely powerless to defend
her sweet cunt as I knelt behind her, parting and lifting her full
buttocks. Her pouting cunny lips were covered with thick black
curls, her pink slit gaping, inviting my tongue, my fingers - my
candle. Shave her? I wondered. No, perhaps not! I began licking her
sex crack, tasting her there as she screamed at me, threatening to
do all sorts of dreadful things unless I released her
immediately.

"Enjoy
yourself," I said, driving three fingers deep into her hot vagina.
I was powerless over my actions, as if possessed, goaded by a
fiend. Or was I being driven on by myself, by something lurking
deep within my subconscious? I was too easily influenced by my
inner self.

"I'll kill you
for this!" she spat, struggling to free herself. "You bloody
lesbian! You evil bitch!"

"Kill me for
pleasuring you?"

"You evil
cow!"

"Call me what
you like, I'm going to bring you off and drink your cunt
juice."

"When John
hears about..."

"I wouldn't
tell your husband that you've enjoyed lesbian sex!" I giggled. "I
don't think he'd understand!" Did I understand?

"I'll tell
Tony what you're like, Helen! The evil, debased bitch you really
are!"

"Tony would
never believe it. Come to think of it, no one would believe such an
incredible story. Have you ever had the cane? Did you enjoy the
cane at school? I'll bet you loved having a male teacher thrash
your..."

"If you dare
to..."

"I'll cane you
after I've licked your lovely cunt out and made you come in my
mouth. Do you masturbate?"

"You'll not
get away with this, I promise you!"

Ignoring her
futile threats, lapping up her heady cunny juice, I sensed my own
juices flowing from my sex hole, trickling over my distended inner
lips. My arousal was soaring to frightening heights, uncontrollable
heights, my clitoris swelling painfully, fully erect. Never had I
experienced such a thirst for debased lesbian sex, and I pushed my
tongue as deep as I could into her open cunt hole. Creamy, hot,
lubricious, her vaginal juices tasted beautiful - orange wine
blended with golden honey and sex milk. I couldn't get enough,
caressing her wet pink flesh with my tongue, drinking her honeydew,
breathing in the intoxicating scent of her sex to the accompaniment
of her screamed protests.

"Right," I
murmured, rising to my feet and grabbing the cane from the corner
of the kitchen. "I'll give you a good thrashing before I bring you
off."

"What's
happened to you, Helen?" she sobbed, her body quivering, her
buttocks tensing. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I
like your cunt, your enchanting arse."

"What's
changed you? You used to be so..."

"Nothing's
changed me, I've always wanted to have sex with you."

Raising the
cane above my head, I brought it down, striking her taut buttocks
with a loud crack. Her body bouncing as the cane swished through
the air and landed again, leaving a thin pink weal across her
milk-white flesh, she screamed out in terror, begging for mercy. I
seemed to have lost control of my senses as I continued to thrash
her glowing buttocks. As if possessed, I caned her as hard as I
could, delighting in her pathetic cries. My vaginal juices coursing
down my inner thighs, I lashed her naked buttocks, thrashed her as
hard as I could until the cane snapped in two.

"God, that was
good!" I giggled, rubbing my aching arm and focusing on her burning
globes. "How was it for you?"

"Awful!" she
sobbed, trying to break free from her bonds. "I have never known
such an evil bitch as you!"

"Oh, Laura, I
thought you liked being thrashed."

"Please, let
me go! I never want to see you again!"

Kneeling
behind her, I lifted and parted her crimson buttocks, eyeing the
globules of opaque sex fluid clinging to her distended inner
petals. "Mmm, you taste good!" I breathed, lapping up her juices.
"There's nothing I like more than licking a girl's juicy cunt."

"Please, you
must let me go!" she repeated as my tongue drove deep into her hot
vaginal duct. "Helen, I'm begging you!"

"Mmm, I can
hear you. Make some more juice, I want to drink from your
cunt."

Grabbing the
cucumber from the fridge, I decided to put her through one more
humiliating and degrading ordeal before releasing her. Forcing the
end of the green shaft into her tightly closed bottom-hole as she
shrieked and tugged on the leather straps, I managed to push the
fruit deep into her bowels - stretching her inner rectal flesh,
bloating her pelvic cavity. Lifting my smock, I stood on my toes
behind her, aligning the end of the cucumber with my hungry cunt
hole. Gently lowering my body, I eased the shaft deep into my
drenched vagina, completing the lewd coupling.

"God, that's
good!" I gasped, my taut outer lips pressed against her rubicund
buttocks. Rocking my hips, I fucked myself with the cucumber, my
juices decanting, running down the shaft and dribbling over her
stretched brown ring. "God, I love it!" I cried, massaging my erect
clitoris.

Reaching
between her thighs with my free hand, I located her lust button and
massaged her there. "Let's come together," I murmured as the
sensations built, my vaginal muscles tightening around the green
phallus as I fucked myself. "Let's come together in the name of
lesbian lust!"

The birth of
my orgasm trembling within my contracting womb, I grinned as I
sensed her clitoris swell beneath my vibrating fingertip. Gasping
as the cucumber gently massaged her rectum, I knew that she was at
last enjoying our lesbian coupling, deriving pleasure from a female
finger between her female sex lips. She finally cried out as she
reached her climax, her clitoris solid, pulsating, pumping out its
pleasure - my own clitoris throbbing in orgasm.

"Oh, God!" I
cried as I climbed ever-higher to my sexual heaven. "God, how I
love frigging your clitty!"

"Helen,
please!" she gasped in the grips of her orgasm. "Ah, ah! Helen, I
don't want..."

"Keep coming!"
I sang, rocking my hips faster, the fruit double-fucking my
inflamed cunt and her tight arsehole. "God, keep coming! I'll drink
your cunt juice after!"

"Please, this
is wrong!"

"No, it's
beautiful!"

Our climaxes
finally waning, I slowed my double masturbating, gently massaging
ripples of orgasm from our deflating sex nodules until we both
relaxed in the aftermath of our sexual glory. Standing on my toes,
sliding the cucumber out of my drenched vagina, I eased the fruit
out of Laura's bottom-hole, grinning as her sensitive brown tissue
closed, sealing the entrance to her lust duct.

"Please!" she
sobbed as I tugged her knickers up, covering her inflamed
holes.

"Yes, all
right," I said softly, releasing the leather straps. "There, you're
free to go home now that I've initiated you in the fine art of
lesbian loving."

"Loving?" she
echoed, hauling her exhausted body upright and tugging her skirt
down. "It's rape!"

"Don't be so
silly, Laura!" I giggled.

"I'm not being
silly!"

"You came,
didn't you?"

"Well,
I..."

"There you
are, then. You'd better go home to your husband."

"How I'll face
John after..."

"I'll see you
again, I hope?"

"No, never!"
she spat, slapping my face.

"You want to
retaliate?" I giggled.

Slipping my
smock over my head, I leaned over the table and jutted my rounded
buttocks out. Would she spank me? I wondered, closing my eyes as I
waited expectantly. I heard her moving about behind me. More
movements, a buckle rattling as she grabbed a leather belt.

The first
crack of the belt across my naked buttocks was amazing, tensing
every muscle in my body, sending my vaginal juices coursing down my
inner thighs. Again, the belt whipped me, my flesh stinging,
burning as I gripped the sides of the table. I hadn't been sure
what I'd thought when Gary had caned me, but to have another woman
thrash me aroused me as never before.

Like the women
tennis players when they served, Laura grunted every time she
raised the belt and brought it down, putting all her strength into
the beautiful beating. Was she finding satisfaction in revenge, or
sexual satisfaction? I mused as she lashed my buttocks harder,
scoring ace after ace.

"Finger me!" I
gasped involuntarily as the belt cracked loudly across my bum
cheeks. "Finger my cunt!" She halted the beating, remaining silent
behind me, no doubt contemplating my lewd request, wondering
whether she had lesbian tendencies. "My cunt," I murmured, parting
my legs and jutting my buttocks out further.

I sensed her
fingertip running down my bottom crease, over my tender anal
entrance and further down towards my drenched sex slit. She
hesitated, stroking and tickling the sensitive flesh between my two
holes as if deliberately teasing me, tormenting me. Praying for her
to move her finger down, to massage my sensitive pink folds, I
gasped as she suddenly entered my vagina, driving her finger deep
into my sex-wet hole.

"Ah, ah!" I
gasped, my body tensing as she bent and twisted her finger,
massaging my inner flesh, bringing me beautiful sensations of
lesbian sex. She couldn't turn back now. Even if she withdrew her
finger and went home to her loving husband, she committed the
lesbian act. Never would she forget what she'd done, thrashing me,
fingering my wet cunt.

She breathed
deeply in her obvious arousal as she slipped her wet finger out of
my vagina and moved along my yawning sex valley to my solid
clitoris. Yes, she did masturbate, I decided as she deftly massaged
my clitoris, taking me closer to my orgasm. Only a woman knows how
to pleasure a woman, I reflected. Only female fingers know how to
pleasure a cunt, a clitoris.

Quickening her
massaging rhythm, she stroked my exposed bottom-hole with her free
hand, the electrifying sensations permeating my quivering pelvis.
Suddenly, her finger drove deep into my anal duct, and my body
jolted in response, my vagina pumping out its lubricating cream.
Had she done this before? I wondered as she thrust her finger in
and out of my rectum and expertly caressed my clitoris to orgasm.
She was experienced in the fine art of lesbian sex! Perhaps she
fingered her bottom as she masturbated?

"Coming!" I
gasped as my clitoris throbbed beneath her caressing finger and my
anal sphincter muscles tightened. "God, don't stop!" Laura brought
out one of the best multiple orgasms I'd ever experienced. My body
shaking violently, I gripped the sides of the table and jutted my
buttocks out further as the waves of pure sexual ecstasy rolled
through my consumed body, drowning me in illicit pleasure.

Gasping as she
began to slow her masturbating rhythm, I floated down from my
heaven, slowly returning to my senses, to my perspiring body.
Quivering in my nakedness, my sexual centre laid open, I wondered
whether she'd leave me and go home to her trusting husband. Or did
she want more sex, to feel my tongue snaking into her wet vagina
again? Slipping her finger out of my bottom-hole, she stood in
silence behind me, probably contemplating the lesbian act,
wondering at her sexuality, her sexual identity.

No words
passed between our lips, there were no words to utter. Now what? I
wondered as I hauled my exhausted body up and sat on the edge of
the table. She focused on my gold nipple rings, confusion in her
expression as I reclined, laying my naked body across the table
with my legs wide - my shaved cunt yawning, blatantly on offer.

Closing my
eyes, I felt her finger exploring between my outer sex hillocks, my
gaping cunt slit. What was she thinking? What thoughts were racing
through her mind as she drove three fingers deep into my drenched
vaginal sheath. Did she want to lick me there, taste another
woman's lust juices? Remaining silent, I didn't prompt her,
allowing her to discover the pleasures of lesbian sex in her own
time.

I watched her
though my eyelashes as she parted my pussy lips with her other
hand, exposing my solid pleasure nodule. She was examining me,
focusing on my most intimate sex flesh as she thrust her fingers in
and out of my cunt. Stretching my pussy lips further apart, she
leaned forward, her tongue licking her succulent red lips.
Hesitating, she straightened her back. She was in two minds, I knew
as she began to lean over again. I let out little gasps of pleasure
as she continued to finger me, bringing out my sex juices.

I was tempted
to egg her on, to suggest that she try licking me, tasting me
there, but I waited patiently - impatiently. Quivering all over as
she opened my sex valley further, painfully stretching my sensitive
pink flesh, I prayed for her to lick me, to caress my aching
clitoris to orgasm with her wet tongue.