"I went into
town and..."
"That will
identify you perfectly!"
I remained
silent as one of the women placed a cushion beneath my head. There
was no point in struggling; there was nothing I could do - no
escaping the inevitable. Standing at the end of the table, Gary
focused on my open cunt, my face well within frame as I gazed
between my rounded breasts at him. "Smile!" he chuckled, clicking
the shutter several times. "Tony will love these shots, especially
as you have a tattoo to identify you!"
Again, I was
in the clutches of my perverted neighbour, but not because of my
addiction to sperm. This time, he really did have me where he
wanted me; I was beholden to the bastard. My only chance was to
have David break into Gary's house and grab the photographs, the
evidence of my seemingly wanton debauchery - and then never fall
prey to Gary and his perverted friends again. But time was running
out, Tony was due home.
"That's enough
for the time being," Gary said, placing his camera on the shelf.
"I'll take a few more shots once the girls are juiced up, really
turned on and ready for orgasm."
"I need sperm,
Gary," I murmured as a blonde climbed onto the table, her knees
either side of my head, her gaping cunt crack inches from my
face.
"You'll have
fanny juice first."
"You'll like
my fanny juice," the alluring tart cooed, lowering her sex slit,
her pink folds covering my mouth. "My cunt's nice and wet."
Rocking her
hips back and forth, grinding her drenched sex flesh into my face,
she began her lesbian gasping as the other girl parted my vaginal
lips and lapped around my open sex hole. I heard movement as my
clitoris swelled, Gary clicking the camera shutter, taking more
incriminating photographs of the lewd lesbian show.
My God, if
Tony were to see the photographs! What would he do? Would my
lesbianism excite him, stiffen his cock? Or would it disgust him? I
didn't know Tony, I reflected, picturing his cock screwing my bum
hole in what he'd thought to be his wanton act of adultery. I
didn't know Tony at all. He'd hired a private detective, the last
thing I'd ever imagined him doing! Tony didn't know me, either. He
knew nothing of my exploits, my transformation from a faithful,
loving wife to a rampant bisexual nymphomaniac. I didn't know
myself.
But this
wasn't the time to think of Tony. My clitoris pulsating beneath a
sweeping female tongue, I pushed my own tongue out, tasting the
horny beauty straddling me as she forced her cunt flesh into my
mouth. Breathing in the heady scent of the nymph's sex folds as she
decanted her juices of lesbian lust, I imagined Tony walking into
the room and gazing in horror at my wanton act of lesbian filth.
The notion excited me as I pushed my tongue deep into the girl's
drenched vagina. He'd gaze open-mouthed at Helen, his little
wife.
But who was I
now, Helen or Suzie? The two women had become one, combined, fused,
creating a third person. Jackie? Yes, I was Helen's sister, Jackie,
the dirty little strumpet. I didn't know who I was anymore.
"God, that's
good!" the girl grinding her open cunt into my mouth gasped, her
sex juices pouring in torrents from her hot sex sheath. "Coming!
God, I'm coming!" The camera clicked and whirred as Gary took shot
after shot of the indecent scene. Could he see my face? No, buried
between the girls thighs, in her sex nest, I decided not. But my
tattoo was there for all to see!
My own
clitoris swelling, pulsating beneath the other girl's caressing
tongue as she crudely finger-fucked my tightening cunt, I knew I
was about to reach my girl-induced climax. My body shuddering, my
cunt burning with lesbian desire, my orgasm came, taking me to
beautiful heights of sexual pleasure. On and on my incredible
climax rolled as I licked and sucked on the orgasming clitoris
within my wet mouth while my own clitoris was licked and sucked
into a hot female mouth.
"Enough!" the
girl towering above me finally cried, lifting her sex-wet vagina
from my face, her sticky lust juices dripping into my gasping
mouth. "God, that was beautiful!"
"I got some bloody good shots!" Gary chuckled as the girl
climbed off the table. "But now for some
really
good ones. Will one of you go
and get the men?"
"I will," the
girl licking between my sex folds volunteered, leaping up and
dashing out of the room.
The men? I
pondered fearfully as ripples of sex emanated from my solid
clitoris. What the hell had Gary in store for me now? Licking my
cunt-wet lips, I watched as the girl led three good-looking young
men into the room. Naked, their penises erect, their balls
swinging, they stood around the table scrutinizing my femininity,
squeezing my firm tits, pulling on my nipple rings, parting my
inflamed sex lips.
"Do whatever
you want to the dirty slag," Gary invited his guests crudely. The
dirty slag, that's what I was, nothing more than a dirty slag to be
used, fucked. "Don't mind me; I'll keep out of your way while I'm
taking the photographs."
One of the men
climbed onto the table between my thighs, his dark, unruly hair
cascading over his grinning face, his penis wavering from side to
side, his heavy balls swinging. Aligning his purple plum with my
gaping sex hole, he drove into me, his broad shaft stretching my
cunt wide open as his knob glided up my sex duct and came to rest
against my cervix. I sensed his balls against my taut buttocks as
he pressed his pubic bone against mine, completely impaling me on
his huge cock. Was I to be fucked by all three strangers? Yes,
undoubtedly! Would they take turns to arse-fuck me?
As the man
began his penile thrusting, the two girls pulled on my nipple
rings, painfully distending my tender brown teats as they massaged
my erect clitoris. The thrusting cock jolting my naked body as I
hung from the leather strap connected to the chain, I wondered what
else Gary the pervert had in store for me. He said this was to be a
photo session, but I knew that he had something up his sleeve,
something far more degrading and humiliating than being fucked by
three men while he took his pornographic photographs.
"God, she's
bloody tight!" the man gasped as he fucked me, his knob battering
my cervix, his balls slapping my tensed buttocks. "I'm... I'm
coming already!"
"She likes it
up her arse!" Gary laughed, focusing the camera on my contorting
face as my own climax welled from my contracting womb and exploded
within my swollen clitoris.
"We'll take it
in turns to do her arsehole!" another man chuckled, kneeling either
side of my head and driving his cock deep into my gasping
mouth.
My mouth full,
bloated, my cunt rhythmically tightening and relaxing as my orgasm
peaked, I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining Tony gazing at the
pictures of his loving wife's abused body. Quivering in my coming,
my double fucking, I sensed wickedness grip me, a depraved lust for
perverted sex. I hadn't had sex for so long with Tony that I'd
forgotten what it was like to be loved, made love to. All I knew
now was cold, crude sex for the sake of debased pleasure. The
Devil's daughter?
Take it in
turns to do my arsehole? Tony had unknowingly done my arsehole,
adulterous bastard that he was. I'd a good mind to tell Gary to
show Tony the pictures, to prove to him that what's good for the
goose is good for the gander. Or what's good for the gander is good
for the goose! But no, I'd formulated my plan and I wasn't going to
deviate from it. I'd emerge from the mire as little Miss innocent
if it was the last thing I did! Like a Mermaid, I'd rise from the
deep, as innocent as the Virgin Mary.
But I still wasn't sure about my future with Tony. He'd
committed adultery behind my back, literally behind my back! He'd
never set out to deliberately harm me or upset me.
I
was the one who'd
derived immense satisfaction from
his
anxiety - I'd caused his anxiety!
Did I need Tony?
Sperm gushing
into my mouth, flooding my tightening cunt as my orgasm peaked
again; I recalled the three cocks fucking me, my arse, my cunt, my
mouth. Sinking ever-deeper into the pool of sexual corruption, I
imagined two men ramming their penises deep into my inflamed
vagina, stretching me wide open and filling my beautiful cunt with
their gushing spunk. Two cocks fucking my arsehole? God, were there
no depths I'd sink to in my quest for debased sex? No, I imagined
not!
As the spent
cocks withdrew from my trembling body, I shuddered my last shudder
and licked the sperm from my lips. The double fucking was over, but
I knew that the debauchery had only just begun. The whip? I mused
fearfully, excitedly. Yes, probably, hopefully.
Hurriedly
releasing my tethered body, the men rolled me over like a rag doll,
a sex doll. Lying on my stomach, my blonde hair matted with the
perspiration of sex, I sensed degradation, humiliation swamp me. My
body lifted, the leather strap run beneath me, they pulled on the
chain, hauling me up, my buttocks projecting, parting, exposing my
anal entrance to their feasting eyes.
"I'll take her
arsehole first!" someone chuckled, climbing onto the table behind
me and yanking my tensed buttocks wide apart.
"One after the
other in quick succession!" another rejoined.
"Rapid fire!"
Gary laughed, taking several shots of my crudely exposed anal
portal, my gaping cunt lips.
The first man
entered me, driving his organ deep into my bowels as the girls
rammed their fingers into my drenched cunt. More hands kneaded my
breasts, tugging on my nipple rings, bringing me sensations of pain
and pleasure as I was crudely arse-fucked. Could I endure each man
taking my bottom-hole in turn? I had no choice, I knew, as a girl
sat on the table and yanked my head up by my hair, her open cunt
crack smiling at me.
Focusing on
her yawning vulval slit as she moved forward, jamming her open sex
crack beneath my head, her drenched folds forced against my mouth,
I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her girlhood. My body alive
with sex, my clitoris massaged by unseen fingers, I reached a
mind-blowing climax as the penis fucking my arsehole loosed its
sperm, bathing the illicit union. My abused body shaking violently,
my tongue delving deep into the girl's open cuntal sheath, lapping
up her sex fluid, I wondered how much more debauched pleasure my
exhausted body could endure.
"No more!" I
finally gasped through a mouthful of vaginal flesh as my climax
peaked again. My words drifting up to the ceiling unnoticed, my
abusers continued the cunt fingering, the clit massaging, the anal
fucking, the nipple pinching, until I thought I'd pass out with the
electrifying sensations permeating my sated body.
Finally, my
orgasm waned, the penis within my inflamed rectum slowing to a
gentle pistoning, the fingers slipping out of my drenched cunt,
allowing my inflamed labia to close. But the girl grinding her open
sex crack into my mouth hadn't had enough. Her clitoris swelling as
she rocked her hips, she brought herself off, flooding my
sex-flushed face with her orgasmic spend as she rode the crest of
her climax.
I drank from
her sex hole, swallowing the creamy product of her orgasm until she
slowed her rocking hips. Her climax finally receding, she moved
away, leaving me gasping for breath, almost choking on her copious
cunt fluid. I thought that she was going to experience her second
coming as she rammed her hot cunt hole into my gasping mouth again
and cried out her satisfaction for my wet mouth.
"God!" she
gasped, gyrating her hips, grinding her pulsating clitoris into my
mouth. "God, I can't get enough!"
"Neither can
I!" the man behind me breathed, slipping his broad cock out of my
sore arsehole.
"My turn!"
someone cried gleefully, taking their position behind me and
driving his penis deep into my rectal sheath.
All four men
crudely fucked my inflamed arsehole, filling my bowels with their
spunk until I was overflowing. The girls taking turns to grind
their wet cunts into my face, to bring themselves off in my mouth,
the session lasted for hours - the cries of orgasm filling the
room, the camera shutter clicking a hundred times.
The perverts
finally exhausted as I hung limply from the leather strap, I
thanked God when Gary announced that my lewd ordeal was finally
over. My naked body aching, my holes sore, brimming with spunk, I
couldn't have endured one more orgasm, one more arse-fuck.
"Until the
next time!" Gary laughed as the girls released me and threw my
clothes at me. "Until the next time, you filthy whore!"
I didn't leave
the house for two days, spending all my time working on a new
painting, a portrait of Suzie. Her shocking ginger hair framing her
sun glasses, her heavily made up face, there was no mistaking her
identity. Gary knew her as Jackie, and Chris knew her as Suzie, but
she didn't exist - confusion reigns!
Chris hadn't
been in touch, which surprised me as Suzie hadn't ventured into the
wood to tell him her lies about Helen Hunter. Gary was none too
pleased because I'd told him to go to hell when he'd phoned and
insisted that I go to his house and perform for three friends of
his. I'd hung up as his threats emanated from the receiver. I'd
have to deal with the bastard!
Tony had phoned several times, of course, whining and winging
about the usual things. Where had I been? Had Gary been round? Was
David still in the garden? He'd not been able to get a flight home,
thank God, but he was determined to return and, as he'd again put
it,
deal with this bloody mess once and for
all
! Poor Tony, he'd discover such an
intricate web of lies and deceit that he'd become more confused
than ever!