by Ray Gordon
"Er... not for a while," I replied, wondering at his cool attitude. I had to keep my secret.
"What are the symptoms?"
"I don't have any symptoms!" I returned, rather too loudly.
"Helen, we can be of use to each other. You need sperm, and I need..."
"Gary, I have no idea what you're talking about! Whatever David said simply isn't true! Addicted to sperm? For goodness sake! He was obviously having you on."
"No, he wasn't. Anyway, you know where I am if you need me."
Standing up, I turned and walked to the door, my heart palpitating wildly. I did need him. Well, I needed a man, I needed sperm. I wanted to turn the clock back, to start again. Had I thought of Suzie in the first place, none of this would have happened. She would have donned her wig and strutted across the common - and quenched my thirst. I thought of moving, leaving the area and beginning a new life. With Tony? I didn't know.
"You enjoyed yourself on the common the other day, didn't you?" Gary called as I walked through the hall to the front door. I stopped dead in my tracks, my face flushing, my hands trembling, my legs sagging. What did he know about the common? Turning, I returned to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, frowning at him. He was smiling triumphantly, sipping his coffee and waving at the chair opposite him, inviting me to sit down. He couldn't know about Geoff, could he? There was no way he could know!
"I saw you walking down the lane the other day and decided to join you," he began as I pulled the chair out. "I have a few days off work, which makes a nice change. Anyway, by the time I'd left the house and walked down the drive, you'd gone. I ambled down the lane, wondering where you were, and I happened to see you on the common. I began to catch up with you but I stopped when I saw you hovering near some bushes. You were looking around, as if waiting for someone, which I found odd."
"Why is it odd that I should be on the common looking around?" I asked, praying that he hadn't seen me on the grass, my skirt up, my cunt...
"I don't know, I just found it odd. You disappeared behind the bushes, then a young man walked across the common and disappeared behind the bushes. I found that odd, too."
"I find all this very odd!" I said, sitting down.
"I approached the bushes from the other direction, through the trees. Like a mouse, I was, creeping through the undergrowth. I saw and heard everything, Helen. Or, I should say, Suzie."
I thought my heart was going to stop as I held my hand to my open mouth. My God, he knew everything! My first reaction was to run away. But I was stunned, glued to the chair, frozen with fear, guilt, embarrassment.
"I'm not one to judge," he smiled, displaying a perfect row of white teeth. "It's your life, so you do as you think fit."
"You... you won't tell Tony, will you?" I asked, my face burning.
"Why should I do that? You are addicted to sperm aren't you, Helen?"
"Yes, yes I am. On the common... I had to do that, I had no choice. With Tony away, I've been climbing the walls, going crazy."
"Want some sperm now?"
No, desperate as I was for a fix, I couldn't begin a relationship with Gary, my neighbour. I'd made a horrendous mistake with David and Lydia - and Stephen Giles! I wasn't going to make another mistake. I'd put myself in a position where several people could blackmail me, demand sex and money. I'd really made a mess of my life since Tony began going away on his business trips - a complete disaster!
"Helen, we can work together, help each other out during Tony's absence," Gary said, reaching across the table and squeezing my hand. "You don't need to go to the common and... and do that. You don't need anyone else; you have me, living next door. Why involve other people?"
I saw his point, but was it a good idea? No, to play my dangerous games so close to home wasn't a good idea at all! Suzie had been the perfect answer, and she still was, as far as I was concerned. What Gary would do when I turned him down, I didn't know. Blackmail me, more than likely!
"Well, what do you say?" he asked, squeezing my hand again.
"I say no, Gary. It's not what I want."
"But it's what I want, Helen," he returned. Was there an element of threat in his voice? I didn't know. I imagined there was. I thought of my secret candle, although I didn't know why.
"I've made my plans," I said, forcing a smile. "I have my supply of... things are all right the way they are."
"No, Helen, you'll come to me for sperm." That was an order!
"Gary, I..."
"You have no choice in the matter. Besides, it makes sense."
"No choice?"
"I know a hell of a lot about you, things that Tony must never know."
"Oh, so that's your angle, is it?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is. Let's be sensible about this, you need sperm and I need sex, so what's the problem?"
What's the problem? He was blackmailing me, that was the problem! I needed sperm and he needed sex. Through the cloudiness of my thinking, I suddenly saw that he was right - it was a way out of the mess. Alan Walker, hopefully, wouldn't bother me again. Geoff didn't know who I was or where I lived. Stephen Giles wouldn't say anything to Tony. That just left David and Lydia, and I was sure they'd not cause me problems.
"All right," I conceded, pulling my hand away from his. "But it's only sex, Gary, nothing else. No strings, no..."
"Agreed. Let's begin with you stripping off and showing me what you've got to offer me."
I was becoming used to exhibiting my nakedness, I reflected as I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my firm breasts, my erect nipples, to his appreciative gaze. It was only sex, and only while Tony was away, I mused, tugging my skirt down and exposing my shaved pussy lips, my moist sex crack. When Tony returned... God, when Tony returned, I had no idea what I'd do, how I'd react! Would he taste sperm on my lips as he kissed me? What would sex be like with my husband after...
"Finger your cunt," Gary ordered me crudely, his voice deep in his heavy breathing, his arousal.
"Gary, I'm not into..."
"You do want sperm, don't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Finger your cunt, Helen. Push four fingers up your wet cunt."
"Gary, I don't..."
"Does Tony know you've shaved?"
"No, I mean... of course he does!"
Watching him open the back door and step out into the garden, I wondered what he was up to. I didn't want anything perverted with Gary, just straight sex, just his sperm. I didn't want anything perverted with anyone! But the plan was good, cutting out the others and having one man to supply me. No strings, no complications, the plan was very good.
Suzie beckoned from somewhere deep in my mind, calling me, urging me to use other men as well as Gary. No, I had to deny Suzie and stick with Gary. He was good-looking, muscular, and living next door he'd make an ideal supplier of sperm.
"Bend over the table," he ordered me, entering the kitchen wielding a long bamboo cane.
"Gary!" I gasped, my heart racing. "I'm not going to..."
"OK, no sperm."
"I'll go to the common and find..." I began, my face flushing as he prodded my nipples with the end of the cane - my stiffening nipples.
"Geoff won't be there, Helen."
"How do you know that? You don't even know Geoff."
"I had a word with him. I've planned this very well, even though I say it myself. You see, when I learned of your addiction, I went to the common. As I'd expected, Geoff was there, waiting for you. I frightened him off, told him that I was your husband and..."
"Gary, you had no right to do that!" I snapped, pushing the end of the cane away from my vaginal crack.
"Maybe not, but I did it, all the same. I've been going to prostitutes for years now; I think it's high time I had a regular woman. Bend over the table, Helen."
"No, I won't! I don't mind what you say to Tony, I'm not going to..."
"I'm not going to say anything to Tony. I don't need to blackmail you, if you really need sperm, then you'll do as I ask.
I've cut your supply off, so you only have me."
I'd believed I'd secured a regular supply of sperm from Geoff. I hadn't thought that my reserve would be blocked like this - I'd not prepared for it. Gary really did have me where he wanted me, I reflected, eyeing the thin bamboo cane. He had me over a barrel, over a table! As he slipped his erect penis out, displaying his purple knob, his sperm-slit, my craving rocketed.
"All right," I finally conceded, leaning over the table and jutting by buttocks out. "But I don't want you to cane me too hard."
"Helen, I'm not going to cane you!" he laughed, his finger circling my anal ring, awakening sensitive nerve endings there. "Not yet, anyway. I'm going to bum-fuck you first."
Gripping the rounded edge of the pine table, my grimacing face pressed against the polished surface, I tensed my buttocks. I hadn't wanted this, anal sex, perverted sex - but I had no choice. I was that desperate for sperm that I'd do anything and everything for a fix. I'd endure the degradation, the humiliation - anal intercourse. Bum-fuck.
The cooling cream between my buttocks was butter. He was greasing me, oiling me in readiness for anal penetration. I squeezed my eyes shut, my anal sphincter muscles tightening, ready to defend my virginal bottom-hole. Having second thoughts, I was about to stand upright, but I knew I'd not survive the craving, the wall climbing. I was weak in my weakness.
"You'll enjoy this," Gary said softly, parting my taut buttocks and pressing his hard knob against the delicate brown tissue within my crease. "Have you ever been bum-fucked before?"
"No, no I haven't," I murmured, praying that it wouldn't hurt. Tony should have been there to save me.
"It'll be a first, then. This is what I do to prostitutes, fuck their tight arses."
Prostitute, I hated the word. If Tony knew what I was... "Argh!" I cried as Gary's bulbous knob conquered my anal sphincter muscles and drove into my rectal duct. His shaft opened me, gliding into me, filling me as I gripped the table harder. My mouth gasping, my knuckles whitening, I sensed his heavy balls come to rest against my swollen pussy lips as he completely impaled me on his huge cock.
I felt disgusted, shameful, decadent... there are no words to describe the absolute debasement of my naked body. My sacrosanct cavern crudely violated, abused, I was degraded, humiliated beyond belief. But this was my choice, I reflected. No, I'd had no choice. I craved sperm, and I had to open my most private entrance to another man's penis in return.
Was anal abuse to be a regular event? I wondered as he grabbed my trembling hips and withdrew his penis, leaving only his knob tightly hugged by my stretched anal ring. Thrusting into me again, my body jolting, I gasped. The abuse of my bottom-hole, anal sex, would be a regular event, I knew only too well. I felt anger, anger towards myself for allowing my addiction to plunge me into debased sex. I was angry with Tony for not being there when I'd needed him.
The unfamiliar sensations repulsing me, shaming me, I felt as if I were dreaming. This wasn't real, it was a nightmare! All I knew was that I needed sperm. But how would I drink his sperm? His cockhead driving deep into my aching bottom-hole again and again, he'd soon come; fill my bowels with the magical fluid. How was I to take my fix?
Would Tony enjoy anal intercourse? I wondered as I endured the crude rectal pistoning. Had he ever thought of driving his cock deep into my bum and fucking me there? Perhaps, during masturbation, he'd had such wicked and debased thoughts. I imagined that he had.
"God, I'm coming!" Gary gasped, driving his knob into me again, bloating my pelvic cavity. Was Tony ringing me, wondering where I was, what I was doing? I sensed Gary's sperm jet into my anal tube, filling me, lubricating the degrading fucking. What Tony didn't know couldn't hurt him. "You're a tight-arsed bitch!" Gary cried, his heavy balls slapping my wet pussy lips as he continued his illicit fucking.
My clitoris neglected, devoid of gentle massage, my cunt barren, I wondered whether I'd ever find a debased form of satisfaction from anal intercourse. An acquired taste, I presumed as Gary made his last rectal thrusts, bathing my inflamed anal canal with his semen. No, I'd find nothing other than vileness from anal sex.
"Christ, I needed that!" he breathed, stilling his throbbing cock deep within my spunked bottom. "I'm going to look forward to your visits, Helen. I'm going to look forward to fucking your tight arsehole."
"I need sperm, Gary," I murmured as he slowly withdrew his solid shaft, leaving my rectal sheath bloated, swirling with spunk - forever violated.
"And you'll have it!" he chuckled. "Don't move, I'm just going to get something."
I didn't move. Sperm oozing from my inflamed anal entrance, I lay there quivering, desperate for a tongue, fingers - licking, fingering. Gary finally returned with several long leather straps. Binding my ankles to the table legs, he assured me that I'd soon have my fix; I'd soon be free of the dreadful symptoms. As he bound my wrists together, pulling my arms out straight and running the strap beneath the table, I became fearful.
"I don't want this!" I cried as he secured the strap to one of the table legs. "Gary, I don't want this!"
"What's the matter? All I've done is tie you over the table," he replied, grabbing the cane from the floor.
"I don't want the cane!"
"Helen, what you want or don't want doesn't come into it. I want to thrash you, and that's what I'm going to do."
"Please, you must release me!"
"Don't you want my sperm?"
"Yes, yes, but... please, Gary!"
The first stinging blow jolted my naked body, the pain permeating my tensed buttocks. I couldn't endure this, I thought as the cane swished through the air and stuck my taut buttocks again. Anal intercourse in return for sperm was bad enough, degrading enough, but not this! Gary had become a monster, chuckling wickedly as he thrashed me, beat my defenceless body. I'd not come to him for sperm again, I decided as the hardest blow yet cracked loudly across my burning bottom.
"I'll fuck your sweet mouth after I've thrashed you!" he cried in his debauchery.
"Please, stop now!" I sobbed, my tears pooling on the table. "No! No, please, Gary!"
"You'll come to like, it, Helen. I'm going to buy you a gymslip and a pair of white ankle socks; it'll suit your shaved cunt."
He thrashed and thrashed me until the fire within my buttocks raged and my tethered body shook violently. But he was right, the pain did turn to pleasure, a strange, perverted sexual pleasure I'd never known existed. Every crack of the cane swelled my clitoris, tightened my vaginal muscles and sent hot pussy juice coursing down my inner thighs. I not only craved sperm, but I was now desperate for the relief of orgasm. My body perspiring, my long blonde hair matted as the thrashing continued, I thought I'd pass out in my sexual delirium.
"That's enough for now," Gary finally said, dropping the cane to the floor. "OK, I'm now going to attend your beautiful cunt."
"Gary, let me go now! Give me your sperm and let me go home to rest."
"Go home to rest? But I've barely started, Helen!"
"Please, I need..."
"You need your drug, and you'll get it, but all in good time. There's something about fucking my neighbour's wife's arsehole, thrashing her buttocks. It's a real turn-on."
My eyes closed, my face resting in a pool of tears, I waited in anticipation for his next perverted act. How would I explain my weal-lined buttocks to Tony? I wondered as Gary moved about behind me. But they'd have faded by the time Tony returned. Would Tony like to cane me? Dress me up in a gymslip and white ankle socks and thrash my exposed buttocks?
I realized that I'd known nothing about men, their perverted desires, their weird sexual fantasies. Tony must have been the same as any other man. Would he jump at the chance of using my tethered body for debased, loveless sex? I imagined he would.
Releasing the leather straps, Gary hauled my naked body upright and turned me round. Laying me on my back, my stinging buttocks over the edge of the table, my sex crack gaping, my breasts exposed, he retied the straps. Looking up at the c
eiling as he stroked my wet and swollen cunt lips, I knew he intended to enter me there, to fuck me there - cunt-fuck my cunt.
A bolt of crudity hit me. My femininity blatantly exposed, my body defenceless to my neighbour, a sexual pervert, I sensed debauchery course through my veins. Sex, cold, loveless sex. The notion stimulated me beyond belief. I felt incredibly dirty.
"You've a nice cunt," he smiled, slipping his finger deep into my vaginal canal. "Hot, tight, wet... you have a beautiful cunt, Helen."
"Gary, please give me your sperm now!" I cried pathetically in my craving as he slipped his finger out of my drenched pussy sheath and left the room.
I lay there for what seemed like an age waiting for him to return. What was he doing, where had he gone? Was my phone ringing? Was Tony trying to get in touch with me, his faithful, loving wife? No, he'd wait until the evening, until I'd been spermed, whipped and fucked to the point of exhaustion.
Gary returned, his body naked, the scent of soap filling the air. He was strong, muscular, his penis huge in its erectness, his swinging balls heavy. He leaned over my naked body and sucked on each nipple in turn, stiffening my milk teats, darkening my areolae. Standing up, satisfied that my nipples were aroused, he took two clothes pegs from a small basket on the worktop.
The unfamiliar sensations of pain and pleasure as he clipped the pegs to my milk buds permeated my firm breasts. Tony had gently sucked my nipples during our lovemaking, but never hurt them during lustmaking. We'd never made lust, never used and abused each other's bodies. We'd made love - we'd never fucked. Perhaps we should have done.
Grinning, Gary moved between my legs and ran his knob up and down my gaping vaginal crack, lubricating his glans with my pussy oil. Suddenly, he drove into me, deep into my hot hole, stretching my vaginal walls. My cunt milk issuing, running from my stretched sex sheath and trickling between my burning buttocks, soothing my inflamed anal ring, he withdrew and rammed into me again. I was a rag doll, a shagged rag doll. My eyes closed as the sensations of sex built, my clitoris swelling, I prayed that he'd caress me there, massage me to orgasm as he fucked me, my burning cunt.