Addicted (27 page)

Lapping up the
heady drug, the creamy blend, my tongue delving into her juiced sex
duct as I continued to massage her clitoris, she whimpered in her
pleasure. Her body rigid, her back arched, she gripped the sides of
the table as I engulfed her solid clitoris within my wet mouth and
licked and sucked out her orgasm.

"Oh, oh!" she
breathed, raising her buttocks, forcing her wet cunt into my mouth.
"God, don't stop! I'm coming, I'm coming!" I licked and sucked on
her pulsating clitoris, finger-fucked her tightening cunt,
sustaining her climax until she finally fell limp, her breathing
deep, her body quivering uncontrollably. Opening her hole wide with
my fingers, lapping up her flowing juices, I swallowed, taking my
drug, drinking her love potion. My own clitoris throbbing,
demanding attention, I looked between her firm breasts at her
pretty sex-flushed face and grinned. Now it was my turn to have my
cunt licked, my clitoris sucked to orgasm.

Climbing onto
the table, placing my knees either side of her head, I lowered my
open vulva, pressing my drenched sex flesh against her thirsty
mouth. Her tongue darting, penetrating my vagina, I rocked my hips,
my clitoris sweeping over her cunny-wet face, bringing me wonderful
sensations of lesbian sex.

I gasped as
her finger delved between my taut buttocks and drove deep into my
rectal duct. The sensations were incredible, my naked body alive
with lust, my vagina decanting my juices of arousal, flooding her
pretty face, filling her open mouth. Manoeuvring my hips, I aligned
my clitoris with her mouth, her sweeping tongue taking me
ever-closer to my sexual heaven. If only Tony could have seen me!
Would my lesbian adultery hurt him, or stiffen his penis?

"Ah, yes!" I
finally gasped as my orgasm exploded, sending electrifying tingles
of pleasure through my naked body. "Yes, yes! Ah, don't stop! Lick
it, lick it!" Pulling my cunny lips apart, I gazed down at her
mouth, her succulent lips locked to the open centre of my
femininity. Harder, I ground my cunt into her face, sustaining my
climax as she fingered my bum hole, taking me to fantastic heights
of female lust.

"Enough!" I
finally cried, my trembling body crumpling, my cunt burning with
lesbian passion. "God, that was... that was incredible!"

"Mmm, you
taste good!" she giggled, licking the opaque sex-fluid from her
glistening lips as I clambered off the table and stood beside her,
delirious in the wake of my climax.

Finally coming
to my senses as the ripples of sex left my trembling body, I eyed
her shaved girl lips, her protruding inner sex petals. She had a
beautiful body, a body ripe for defilement, for sexual abuse. A
thrashing, I decided, tweaking her elongated brown nipples,
painfully pulling her breasts into cones of stretched flesh. A good
thrashing, tie her over the table and cane her naked buttocks.

She didn't
resist as I pulled her off the table and turned her round,
positioning her with her feet wide apart. She was probably thinking
that I was going to love her, attend her bottom-hole, pleasure her
there. Pushing her down over the table, her buttocks projecting in
readiness for the thrashing of her life, I grinned. "Wait there,
I'm just going to get something," I whispered, running my finger up
her anal crease.

Grabbing my
candle from beneath the bed, I took three of Tony's leather belts
from the wardrobe and returned to the kitchen. Lydia didn't move as
I pulled her arms out straight and secured her wrists, running the
belt around the table leg. Moving to her feet, buckling the belts
around her ankles, I parted her legs wider and tied the ends of the
belts to the table legs.

"What are you
going to do?" she asked dreamily as I teased and tickled the
sensitive brown tissue surrounding her anal entrance.

"I'm going to love you," I replied, taking a wooden spoon from
the drawer.
I'm going to sexually abuse
your beautiful body
! "Have you ever been
thrashed?"

"Thrashed?"
she echoed, lifting her head and turning to face me. "Helen!
No!"

"What's the
matter? Lesbians love thrashing each other's bottoms, Lydia."

"No,
please!"

"It's all
right, I'm not going to hurt you. All I'm going to do is redden
your buttocks before I bring you off again."

"Please,
promise you won't do it too hard!"

Promises are made to be broken
! "Yes,
I promise, Lydia."
Never believe the words
of the Devil's daughter
!

Gently
slapping her youthful buttocks with the back of the wooden spoon,
reddening her milk-white flesh, I sensed wickedness grip me. She
whimpered as I slapped her harder, her body jolting, her cunt lips
visibly swelling beneath her exposed bottom-hole. After a few
minutes, she was beginning to enjoy the sensations, her body
quivering, her gasps of pleasure filling the room. It was time for
the candle, I decided, placing the spoon on the table and taking
the waxen phallus from the worktop.

"What's that?"
she breathed as I pushed the candle between her dripping vaginal
lips. I detected an element of fear in her voice. Excitement lifted
me. "Helen, what is it?"

"My trusty
candle, my dildo," I replied. "Just relax and allow me to push it
into your beautiful cunt."

The candle
slipped deep into her pussy hole with ease, stretching her pink
girl folds, opening her lust duct to capacity. "Ah, that's nice!"
she whimpered as I withdrew the candle and thrust into her again.
"Oh, oh, that's good! Keep doing that!"

"You like me
fucking your cunt with my candle?" I asked impishly.

"Ah, yes,
yes!"

"I have another surprise for you in a minute."
A wickedly evil surprise
!

"Ah, ah!
What's... what's that?"

"You'll see, just be patient, my angel."
My victim
!

I allowed her
the pleasure of the candle for several minutes, repeatedly
withdrawing the wet shaft and driving into her, juicing her cunt,
ripening her clitoris. Eyeing her tightly closed anal entrance, I
slipped the dripping candle out of her vaginal sheath. The time had
come for her surprise! Pushing the pointed end of the phallus
against her anal iris, grinning wickedly, I sensed decadence
swallow me up as she tensed her buttocks. Lucifer lurked, goading
me to abuse my prisoner.

"No, not
there!" she cried as the tip of the wax shaft entered her,
stretching her brown ring open. "No! Please, Helen!"

"Just relax
and enjoy the sensations," I replied, driving the shaft into her
rectum. "There, it's going in - right up your bum."

"No, it
hurts!"

"Relax your
muscles and enjoy it."

"No, I can't
take it!"

"You're going
to take it so you might as well relax your muscles and make it
easier on yourself."

Slipping the
candle deeper into her bowels, leaving only the end protruding, I
grabbed the wooden spoon and began thrashing her firm buttocks.
Scream and protest as she did, her pleas for mercy only served to
heighten my desire to bring her pain and pleasure. Harder, I
thrashed her, reddening her tensed flesh to the accompaniment of
her pathetic wails. I felt no compassion, only wickedness. But this
was only the beginning! I had a lot more in store for the lesbian,
and it had nothing to do with loving her!

"Please stop,
Helen!" she begged as the spoon loudly slapped her naked
buttocks.

"All right,
I'll allow you to rest for a while," I finally conceded, placing
the spoon on the table. "While you're resting, I'll attend your
beautiful cunt," I added, opening the fridge door and taking out a
large cucumber. My favourite fruit!

"What's that?"
she gasped as the cold shaft entered her young vaginal canal.
"Helen, I'll split open if you..."

"Do be quite,
Lydia!" I returned, pushing the green shaft fully home. "I wouldn't
want to have to gag you with your own wet knickers!" There again...
No, I'd take her one step at a time towards complete and utter
perversion.

Her sex holes
stretched to capacity with the candle and the huge cucumber, I
gazed at the wooden spoon. It wasn't the right implement for
thrashing her, I needed something long and thin - a bamboo cane.
Slipping out into the garden, I found just what I was looking for.
The foxglove would have to support itself, I mused as I yanked the
thin cane out of the ground and returned to my victim.

"Look what
I've found!" I grinned triumphantly as I entered the kitchen
wielding the cane. "Just right for a good thrashing!"

"Helen, I'll
tell David that you..."

"What? You'll
tell David that we have a lesbian relationship?"

"I'll... I'll
tell him that you..."

"Ah, the front
doorbell, that'll be him. Shall I bring him in here?"

"No! Please,
you mustn't let him see me like this!"

"What's it
worth, one hundred pounds?"

"Yes, yes all
right, forget about the money you owe me!"

"The trouble
is, he'll see you through the kitchen window. I really don't know
what to do. You're in quite a predicament."

"Let me go,
for God's sake!"

"There's no
time, I have to answer the door."

"Just release
my hands and I'll do the rest."

Slipping my
smock over my head, I released Lydia's hands and went to the front
door to find David standing on the step in his bulging shorts. "The
garden," he grinned, his deep-set eyes locked to mine.

"Oh, right. Go
round to the side gate, I have unlocked it," I said. His rippling
muscles, his firm, bronzed stomach, sent a quiver through my
pelvis. I wanted his cock fucking my arsehole.

"Any chance of
a cold beer?" he asked, unaware that his girlfriend was in my
kitchen, her cunt shaved, her arse weal-lined.

"I'll bring
one out to you. Tony wants you to start down the end of the garden,
clear the weeds and brambles."

"Yes, I know
what to do."

Closing the
front door as he walked round the side of the house, I imagined him
fucking Lydia, driving his solid penis deep into her spasming cunt
while I thrust the candle in and out of her bottom-hole. My
wickedness had plunged me to such depths of sexual depravity, I
barely knew myself anymore! But was my transformation complete? I
wondered as Lydia came bounding into the hall clutching her
clothes.

"God, that was
close!" she gasped, her face flushed, her blue eyes almost popping
out of her head. "He nearly saw me through the window!"

"Did you enjoy
our sex session?" I asked, leaning forward and sucking her erect
nipple into my hot mouth.

"Ah, that's
nice! I... I wanted love, Helen, not cold, crude sex."

"There's no
difference," I grinned, standing upright.

"There's every
difference!"

"Love is a
violent emotion. You have a lot to learn, Lydia. When will you come
and see me again?"

"I... I don't
know. I didn't want you to thrash me."

"You enjoyed
it, didn't you?" I asked as she dressed, covering her crimson
buttocks, her hairless pussy lips, her milk-white sex mound.

"No, no I
didn't. I must be going, I'll... I'll be in touch."

When she'd
gone, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and wandered out into the
garden to find David. My wickedness excited me beyond belief. I'd
had Tony screwing my bum in Gary's sex room, I'd thrashed and
abused Lydia, and now I had her boyfriend in my garden. What to do?
I wondered. Seduce him, have him fuck me on the lawn?

He'd treated
me despicably, wanking and splattering his spunk all over the
carpet when he'd known how desperate I'd been for a fix. I'd
confided in him, told him everything - and he'd tried to use me in
return. But I had power now, power over male and female. I wouldn't
allow him to treat me as his plaything. He was nothing more than my
gardener, and I'd make his life hell.

"Your beer," I
smiled as I approached him.

"Oh,
thanks."

"I've not seen
you for some time, how are things with Lydia?"

"I've caught
her looking at the girls in women's magazines, underwear adverts
and the like, but I think we're OK."

"She's
bisexual, David, you have to understand that."

"Yes, I do
understand."

"How would you
feel if you caught her with another girl, making love?"

"I don't know.
I've given it a lot of thought, but I don't know."

"She has a
lovely body, David."

"Yes, yes she
has. She goes back to university soon, I'll miss her."

"Would you
rather she didn't go back?"

"Well, she's
doing the right thing but... I don't know. Are you craving
for...?"

"No, I'm fixed
up as far as that's concerned. I quite fancy Lydia myself."

"Do you?" he
gasped, surprised.

"Oh, yes. I
wouldn't mind seducing her."

"Helen, you're
talking about my girlfriend!"

"Do you own
her, her body?"

"Well, no
but..."

"There we are,
then. May the best man, or woman, win."

"Christ, you
are joking, aren't you?"

"I might be,
there again I might not. God, it's getting hotter by the minute!
You'll be on fire by the time you've cleared that lot," I smiled,
pointing to the weeds and brambles. "I'd better leave you to get
on. You won't mind if I take my smock off, will you?" I asked,
slipping the garment over my head and displaying my gold nipple
rings, my hairless cunt slit.

"God!" he
breathed, focusing on my nipples. "I didn't know..."

"There are a
lot of things you don't know, David - particularly where Lydia is
concerned. I'll see you later, I have work to do."

He frowned as
he watched me turn and walk back to the house. I sensed his eyes on
my naked buttocks and wondered what he was thinking. Male thoughts
of sex, crude perverted sex, were no doubt filling his dirty mind.
Flinging my smock on the kitchen table, I went upstairs to my
bedroom. Again, the tables were turning, I mused.