Addicted (8 page)

Taking deep
breaths, trying to relieve the tightness in my chest, I
contemplated ringing David. Arse-fuck? At that moment, I'd have
agreed to anything for a fix. Anything? I didn't know, I didn't
know what I knew. I knew nothing other than sperm; I knew that I
needed sperm.

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.