Addicted (32 page)

Wandering
through the hall to the kitchen, I watched David through the
window. Wearing only his shorts, his muscles rippling, he was
digging a huge hole, presumably for the pond. I'd tell Tony that
the money to landscape the garden had come from my paintings. I
could hint that I paid David in kind, I mused. No, perhaps not!

Answering the
door to Gary, his forehead lined, his hazel eyes frowning, I knew
my lies had worked. He stepped into the hall, his expression
pained, anguished, as I closed the door and turned to face him.

"Did you call
Tony?" I asked.

"Yes, I did.
Guess what, he has a private detective following you, watching
you."

"A private
detective?" I gasped, feigning surprise, shock. "Why?"

"He's had his
suspicions for some time, Helen. And the way you've been behaving
lately, I'm not surprised!"

"What do you
mean? Tony knows nothing about..."

"He must know
something. What with your antics on the common and..."

"There's no
way he knows anything about that! Unless you told him. Gary, if
you've told Tony that..."

"I've not said
anything about the common."

"Good. What
about this man who's demanding money?"

"Tony's
worried sick, as you can imagine. He asked me to pay him off."

"He rang
again, just after I'd finished speaking to you. He wants the money
left beneath the bushes in my front garden."

"All right,
I'll draw the cash out and put it in an envelope."

"He'll be
collecting it tonight. Leave it beneath the bush by the gate
post."

"This is a
right bloody mess! It's got to be someone locally. Probably some
opportunist thief wandering down the lane looking for a house to
break into. By the way, Tony seemed to be suspicious of me. He
asked me why I was spending so much time at your house."

"You haven't
spent any time here."

"I know,
that's what I told him. He seems to think that I'm round here for
hours on end, drinking coffee and sunbathing."

"Why? I don't
understand it."

"Neither do I.
Someone's obviously filling his head with..."

"I think I
know who it is," I interrupted him, having thought of another game
to play.

"Who?"

"David.
Because you went and told him about my addiction, he's been
demanding sex every day in return for keeping quiet. Come to think
of it, he's very short of cash at the moment. I wonder whether it
was him at your window?"

"You might be
right there. He does my garden, he could have easily seen into that
room during the day and come back later to see what I was up
to."

"He's doing my
garden at the moment, I'll question him."

"Be careful,
you don't want him knowing that we know - not yet, anyway."

"You've caused
all these problems, Gary - you and your bloody sex room! And the
things you've been telling Tony about me..."

"You can't
blame me! You're the one who's been going round shagging anything
and everything!"

"And you're
the one who's been telling Tony about my past!"

"How come Tony
doesn't know that you have a sister?"

"Don't change
the subject!"

"Look, there's
no point in arguing. Speak to David and let me know what you find
out."

"All right,
I'll be in touch."

Closing the
door as he walked down the drive, I felt exhilarated. My game was
brilliant, Gary was worried out of his mind, Tony was obviously
wondering what the hell was going on - and I was about to earn
myself two thousand pounds! Tony must have told Gary about the
private dick before Chris had mentioned the affair I was having
with Gary, I reflected. Tony would hardly tell Gary about Chris if
he'd known of the affair!

Time for
another phone call, I decided, walking back to my studio. Dialling
Laura's number, my stomach somersaulting, I grinned as she
answered. "Is John there, please?" I whispered huskily, disguising
my voice.

"No, he's not.
Who's calling?" she asked.

"It's Tina, he
was supposed to meet me last night and he didn't turn up. Are you
his sister?"

"He hasn't got
a sister."

"Oh, er... He
told me that he lived with his... God, there's been a mistake!"

Replacing the
receiver, I wondered what the hell I was doing now. Why cause Laura
anguish? There again, why not? I seemed to be revelling in the
plight of my friends. What I was becoming, I had no idea, but I
sensed terrific fulfilment from my wickedness. It was if my very
reason for living was to cause distress and hurt, although I didn't
know why. Who else could I damage? I wondered. Who could I hurt -
myself?

Craving sex, I
wandered out into the garden to find David, but he wasn't there.
The hole he'd dug looked like a grave and, for some inexplicable
reason, I imagined burying Tony there. Never would he question me
again if... My thinking was going haywire! Leaping into the hole, I
sat down, thinking dreadful thoughts about Tony, how I could be rid
of him and collect the insurance money.

"Hi, Helen!"
Alan called as he wandered around the side of the house and
approached me. "This is Ian," he introduced, smiling at his
friend.

"Hi," I said,
eyeing the good-looking young man as I clambered out of the
hole.

"What's the
hole for?" Alan asked, passing me a large envelope.

"I... I'm
going to bury something," I lied. "Oh, the pictures - thanks."

"Bury
what?"

"Just... just
some rubbish. Something I don't need any more. Come inside and
we'll... we'll have a coffee."

They followed
me into the house, obviously wondering what I was going to bury in
such a massive hole. Tossing the envelope onto the worktop, I felt
another game coming on, a wicked game! If Alan thought that I was
going to do away with Tony... No, the idea was ludicrous!

Filling the
kettle as my would-be sex partners sat down, I wondered whether to
have them both at once, one up my cunt and the other up my arse. My
clitoris stirring, my vagina wetting, I was revelling in my crude
thoughts. Two cocks fucking my tight holes? It would be a new
experience, further plunging me into the well of corruption.

Slipping my
smock over my head, I turned to face them, blatantly displaying my
gold chain and nipple rings, my shaved cunt lips, my wet vaginal
crack. Parting my outer labia, exposing my inner sex flesh, my
erect clitoris, I grinned salaciously.

"Christ!" Ian
gasped, rising to his feet as if he'd just seen the Messiah. "Shit,
you're some bloody woman!"

"I am not a
bloody
woman," I returned.

"No, I
mean..."

"Let's skip
the coffee," I smiled, my wickedness rising at an alarming rate.
Something gripped me, possessed me, and I decided to be as obscene
as I could - crude in my crudity. "I want one of you up my cunt and
the other up my arsehole." Vulgar words, exciting words of female
lust.

"Great!" Alan
grinned, standing up.

"In the
lounge," I said, leading the way.

Instructing
Alan to lie on the floor as he tugged his trousers down, revealing
his erect penis, his heavy balls, I knelt on all fours, aligning
his bulbous knob with my yawning vaginal entrance. He quickly drove
his penis into me, filling me with his male hardness as Ian knelt
behind me and rudely yanked my taut buttocks apart. This was cold
sex, sex for the sake of sex, and I loved the idea. If only Tony
had walked in!

Licking his
fingers and smearing saliva over my rectal entrance, Ian pressed
his knob against my brown anal eye. Pushing hard, he managed to
slip his glans past my sphincter muscles and into the heat of my
tight duct, the sensations permeating my naked body as his shaft
slowly drove into my arsehole.

Two cocks
buried deep within my lust holes! I could barely believe that I'd
lowered myself to such depraved depths of perverted sex. My pelvic
cavity bloated, I gazed down at Alan's grimacing face as he
repeatedly raised his buttocks off the floor, driving his massive
penis deep into my tightening cunt, fucking me there. Ian began his
thrusting, propelling his erect cock in and out of my tight arse,
bringing me heavenly sensations of obscene sex. Gasping, my blonde
hair cascading over Alan's face, my body rocking with the double
fucking, my first climax erupted.

"God!" I cried
as my holes tightened around the thrusting cocks and my clitoris
pulsated in orgasm against Alan's wet shaft. "God, it's
beautiful!"

"Is there room
for one more?" David asked as he entered the room at gazed at the
lewd scene, his shorts bulging.

"My mouth!" I
gasped, desperate for three cocks. "Fuck my mouth!"

"Christ!" Alan
cried. "I've never met a woman like you before!"

"And you'll
never meet another like me!"

David knelt on
the floor and hauled his erect penis out of his shorts, pulling his
foreskin back and offering his purple globe to my thirsty mouth.
Sucking on his swollen knob, a huge penis driving deep into my
inflamed arsehole, another massive member thrusting in and out of
my hungry cunt, I was alive with perverted sex.

My obscene act
had sealed my debauchery, certified me as a common whore. Never
again would I look back to the old Helen, the loving wife. Never
again could I look Tony in the face, let alone have him fucking me,
coming in my mouth. If only he'd walked into the room and
discovered my lewd act!

Tony didn't
love me, I reflected, picturing him screwing who he'd thought to be
a stranger, fucking her arsehole. He was probably up some Japanese
girl's oriental cunt, fucking her, sperming her - where was his
so-called love for me?

"God, I'm
there!" David cried, his knob swelling within my gobbling
mouth.

"And me!" Alan
gasped.

"All
together!" I breathed, slipping David's knob out of my mouth as my
second climax erupted. "I want you to spunk together!"

Sucking on his
knob again, his sperm dousing my snaking tongue, I drank from his
fountainhead as the other men drove their solid cocks into me,
filling my lust holes with their gushing sperm. Never had I known
such an intense orgasm to grip me, such debauched pleasure possible
from three cocks. My first treble fucking was bringing me more
sexual satisfaction that I had ever imagined possible, and I vowed
to enjoy three penises as often as I could.

My body
glowing with sex, my heart racing as they fucked all three
orifices, I wondered how much longer I could endure the beautiful
sensations permeating my very soul as my orgasm rolled on and on.
Suzie the prostitute had been crude enough, but now Helen had
slipped into the pool of sexual corruption. The thin divide between
the lady and the whore had been crossed. Far from the refined lady,
the faithful wife, I had become so incredibly debased that I was
sure I could sink no further.

"Jesus, you're
a dirty fucking tart!" Alan gasped as he drove his penis deep into
my juiced cunt, bringing out the last of his beautiful spunk. "I
wouldn't mind taking a few photographs of your cunt!"

"I could fuck
her arse every day!" Ian chuckled, squirting his sperm into my
bowels. "Spunk up her tight arsehole every day!"

As the men
withdrew their spent penises from my sated body, I rolled to one
side and lay on my back on the floor, quivering in the aftermath of
my incredible climax. My legs open wide, sperm oozing from my
holes, running down my chin, I looked up at their faces, the pure
sexual satisfaction depicted in their expressions. Massaging my
clitoris as they gazed between my legs, I felt lecherous, carnal in
my blatant masturbation.

"Photographs,"
Alan said pensively, gazing at my vibrating fingertips. "You could
earn yourself some money, Helen."

"I have
money," I breathed as my clitoris swelled in the beginning of my
orgasm.

"I have a
contact," Ian said. "He'd pay well for some really dirty
photographs."

"How
well?"

"I don't know,
I'll find out."

My climax
suddenly erupting, I gasped my illicit pleasure, massaging my
pulsating clitoris faster, bringing out waves of pure sexual
ecstasy as my audience gleefully looked on. My vaginal muscles
spasming, squeezing out the creamy blend of spunk and my juices of
arousal, I closed my eyes, revelling in my lewd performance.

My shuddering
orgasm finally beginning to recede, I held my cunt lips wide apart
and gently caressed my throbbing clitoris, breathing deeply as I
drifted down from my sexual paradise and returned to my depleted,
trembling body. The show over, I lay with my arms by my sides, my
thighs wide, exposing my pink inner petals, my open sex hole.

"How about
making a video?" Alan asked.

"I have a
video camera," I murmured, half opening my eyes and gazing up at
him. "I can make my own dirty tapes if I want to."

"You'll need
us if you're going to..."

"I can find
men anywhere, I don't need anyone in particular," I replied,
clambering to my feet and standing on my wilting legs. "You need
me, I don't need you," I grinned.

The sex over,
David went to get on with the garden as I showed Alan and Ian to
the front door. I'd not bothered to introduce David to the others,
there'd seemed little point. They'd had their fun and I'd had my
fix, ships passing in the night - but we'd pass again, I knew. Our
genitals would meet again, locking in lust - cocks fucking my
holes, spunking me.

In the
kitchen, I pulled the photographs out of the envelope and spread
them out on the table. I realized that I must have been unconscious
as I gazed at a shot of my cunny lips, stretched wide apart by
someone's fingers, the open entrance to my cunt blatantly exposed.
Another shot showed my clitoris, fingers pressing on the
surrounding pink flesh, indecently popping my pleasure button out
for all to see.