by Ray Gordon
Laura's long black hair tickling my inner thighs, my stomach, as she ate my pussy, I couldn't believe the pleasure she was bringing me. Her hot lips locked to my cunt, it was as if we were one, our union bonding our very beings. I wanted her mouth there for ever, licking, sucking, loving my cunt. On and on my orgasm continued, my firm breasts heaving, my womb rhythmically contracting, my cunt juices decanting.
"No more!" I finally cried, unable to endure the immense pleasure for another second. She ignored me, continuing her fanny-fingering, her clit licking and sucking, until I thought I'd pass out. There had to be an end, I thought dreamily as my climax began to subside - there had to be an end to the beautiful sexual pleasure.
She finally moved away, leaving my inflamed cunt dripping with her saliva and my lust juices. I watched her though my eyelashes again. Licking her fingers, lapping up my sticky come, she moved towards the door, turning to gaze at my naked body before leaving. She was now a fully-fledged lesbian, her face wet with my cunny cream, her cunt wet with my saliva. What would she think when she got home to her husband? The act she'd committed would be with her for life, forever haunt her.
The front door slammed shut and I grinned, and then frowned. What had I done? Laura, my best friend... God only knew what I was becoming, what I'd become. My sense of morality completely stripped, I didn't know how much deeper I'd sink into the murky pool of sexual corruption. Was the pool bottomless? I imagined it was!
Rolling off the table and staggering into my studio, I looked down at my nipples, the gold rings, wondering again what I'd done. But I was enjoying the transformation, the new me. I was deriving immense sexual pleasure from both men and women, more pleasure than Tony could have brought me in a million years!
Grabbing the ringing phone, I was initially pleased to hear Lydia's soft voice. "We won't be coming round this evening," she said.
"Why ever not?" I asked with a hint of anger.
"My mother's turned up, it's rather difficult."
"Tomorrow evening, then?"
"Yes, tomorrow evening. I'd better go, Helen."
She hung up, leaving me wondering at her story. Had she discussed the things I'd said with David? No, I was sure she hadn't. But what to do now? The night was but young; my cunt juiced up and yearning for a thrusting penis, debased sex. I'd enjoyed my starter, and was now hungry for the main course. But who would bring me the main course?
I sensed loneliness, a desperate loneliness engulf me. I'd been so looking forward to David and Lydia spending the evening with me, the three of us naked, entwined in lust. I needed more sex, more debased sex. It seemed that I was not only addicted to sperm, but to sex - lesbian-induced orgasms.
The evening sun still hot, I decided to dress in Suzie's clothes and take a walk on the common. Perhaps I'd meet a man, seduce him, suck his swollen glans to orgasm and drink his gushing sperm. Fucked by a stranger, the thought excited me, wetted my vagina, stiffened my insatiable clitoris.
Strutting down the lane in my stilettos, the gold chain around my neck, yanking my tits up with every step I took, I felt elated in my wickedness. I was out to seduce, to lure and seduce a man, two men, three men... Three hot orifices, three solid penises? No, I was still in two minds about anal sex. I'd come to love the female form, wet vaginas, pulsating clitorises - I'd also found immense fulfilment from knob sucking, having my vagina fucked.
But I was finding some affiliation with my bottom-hole, the incredible sensations derivable from the sensitive brown iris between my buttocks. One day, perhaps, when my transformation was complete, I'd find immense pleasure from crude arse-fucking. Reaching behind my bum and lifting my skirt, I massaged my anal entrance, delighting in the wonderful sensations as I wandered across the common.
Was there someone following me? I wasn't sure as I stopped and turned. I thought I'd heard something, someone behind me, but there was no one there. My imagination, I reflected as I walked on. A loud rustling stopped me in my tracks again. I turned, thinking I'd seen a shape moving into the bushes. An animal? No, I was alone on the common.
Settling on the soft grass by the bushes, I scanned the horizon. No one, not one solitary man, not one erect penis. Where was everyone? At home, more than likely, cosy in their twee houses with their little wives.
My heart began to palpitate wildly, my hands trembling, my breathing becoming shallow, and I realized that I urgently needed another fix. I'd sucked David's sperm out of Lydia's cunt earlier that morning, but it wasn't enough, the effect was wearing off. The craving rapidly becoming worse than ever, I didn't know what to do. The common devoid of people, I stood up and wandered across the grass edging a clump of trees.
Breathing deeply to alleviate the tightness in my chest, I stopped by a large oak tree and leaned against its gnarled trunk. I knew that I couldn't survive for long, I had to have sperm! On reflection, I realized that I should have saved some of the drug in a bottle. I'd been awash with the opaque liquid, and not thought to save a little for emergencies. One lives and learns. One lives and fucks.
"What have we here?" a young man asked as he emerged from the trees and stood before me, his dark eyes focused on my nipple rings pressing through my tight blouse.
"Hi," I smiled, lowering my eyes to his bulging crotch. "I'm Suzie."
"And I'm Chris. What are you doing out here alone?"
"Walking, and you?"
"The same. Are you a local?"
"No, I'm only here for a few days," I replied. "You came out of the trees... is there a path through the wood?"
"No, no I was just wandering through the trees."
"It must have been you I thought I saw earlier, moving behind some bushes back there."
"No, it wasn't me. I've been in the wood for the last half hour. Look, er, why don't you join me for a walk through the trees?"
I grinned a salacious grin. "OK, show me the way."
Following him into the wood, I was sure that I'd soon get my fix, and find the peace and serenity I so desperately sought. It was a stroke of luck, a young man emerging from the trees like that. Or was it? Suspicion suddenly flooded my mind, although I didn't know why. He appeared innocent enough, I mused, eyeing his rounded buttocks, his skin-tight jeans, his cowboy boots. Appearances can be deceptive.
"Are you a local?" I asked as I trod through the undergrowth.
"No, I'm not," he smiled, brushing his dark hair back
"On holiday?"
"No, I'm not on holiday." He stopped by a fallen tree. "Shall we sit here for a while?"
"Yes, yes OK."
Joining him on the gnarled trunk, I became fearful. I was sure that someone had been following me, but who? Chris hadn't said what he was doing in the area, which fuelled my suspicion. Perhaps someone was trying to find out who Suzie was, where she came from.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Apart from walking."
"Nothing," he smiled.
"I don't believe you."
He chuckled. "What do you mean?"
"You were following me, weren't you?"
"I think we need to talk about it," he sighed.
"Talk? We don't even know each other, what is there to talk about?"
"What's your relationship with Mrs Helen Hunter?"
My stomach sank. "Helen Hunter?" I echoed.
"Yes, you came out of her house earlier."
"She's... I... You did follow me! Who are you?"
"I'll tell you when you've answered my question."
"She's an artist, I went to see her about having my portrait done."
"So, you don't know her personally?"
"No, we met for the first time today. Who are you?"
"Do you want to earn some cash?"
"Doing what?"
"Her husband employed me, I'm a private detective."
My heart beating wildly, I thanked God that I'd dressed as Suzie before leaving the house. A private detective? What the hell was Tony up to? I'd known that he was suspicious, but not to the extent where he
'd employ a private detective to follow me!
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, playing along with the game. There could be some excitement in store for me!
"Her husband reckons that she's having an affair. You know, the usual thing, he believes that she's screwing around behind his back and I have to discover the sordid details."
"So, where do I come in?"
"When are you seeing her again?"
"Tomorrow, it's my first sitting."
"Great! Look, get chatting to her. You know the sort of thing, girl talk about men and sex or whatever. Find out all you can and meet me here tomorrow evening, around the same time."
"Yes, OK. Er... what have you discovered so far?"
"Nothing, I only arrived from London a few hours ago."
"Why did you follow me?"
"I didn't know who you were, what you were doing in her house. I have a photograph of Mrs Hunter, so I knew you weren't her."
"A photograph?" My disguise must have been good, my dark glasses, my makeup and thick lipstick concealing Helen.
"Yes, her husband left it in an envelope beneath the bushes in her front garden, along with my fee. That's when I saw you, as I was taking the envelope."
"Oh, I see. This is all rather intriguing."
"It's all in a day's work for me. It was a bit of luck meeting you, I thought I was going to have to hang around outside her house until she appeared. Hopefully, you'll be able to get me some inside information."
"Yes, I will. Look, I must be going. Oh, there is one thing that might interest you. She said something about meeting a friend this evening."
"Male or female?"
"Male, I think. She said that she was going... where was it? Oh yes, to a pub - the Three Crowns, wherever that is."
"Right, I'll find out where it is and lie in wait for her. Here's my card, ring my mobile number if you come up with anything."
"Yes, yes I will," I smiled, rising to my feet. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."
My craving for sperm seemed to have subsided, for the time being. There was plenty of time to seduce Chris, all the time in the world. The thought of having some real fun with Tony and his private detective sent a tingle up my spine. Leaving the wood, I made my way home, my mind brimming with wicked plans. I'd send Chris on one wild goose chase after another!
Chapter Fourteen
I woke the following morning so desperate for a fix that I thought I was dying. Naked, I wandered out into the garden, the hot summer sun bathing me, warming me - my panic gripping me. There'd been nothing from Stephen Giles, but at least Alan had said that he'd come and see me with his friend. Two men? I imagined three, using me, abusing my orifices, fucking my holes.
I wasn't getting enough sex. In my ever-rising quest for sperm and sexual satisfaction, I realized that I needed more men. The odd one here and there, nothing regular, just wasn't good enough. David was all right for an occasional shot of spunk, Alan Walker would service me now and then, Stephen hadn't bothered visiting me for sex, and Gary... Gary was so heavily into perverted sex that he frightened me!
Dashing into the house as the phone rang, I flopped onto my old Chesterfield, suspecting it to be Tony ringing, to whine and gripe about my male friends. "Oh, Doctor Harvey," I replied, surprised. "What have you discovered?"
"Sadly, not a lot, Mrs Hunter. I'm just ringing to see how you are, how you're coping."
"I'm not coping, I feel terrible!" I sighed.
"Your husband's away, I take it."
"Yes, for a hell of a long time. I really don't know what to do."
"OK, leave it with me."
"I have left it with you."
"Yes, yes I know. I'll be in touch the minute I find a cure."
Pushing thoughts of the useless doctor to the back of my mind, I pondered on Chris, the private detective. I would have sucked him to orgasm in the wood the previous night, but I'd been too shocked to learn of Tony's latest move in the game to gobble the private dick's dick. Gazing at Chris's card, I rang his mobile number. I'd give him some false information and suggest that he meet me in the wood. I'd seduce him, pull his erect cock out and drink his sperm, finding peace once again.
"Chris, it's Suzie," I said huskily.
"Oh, hi! How are things?"
"I'm at Mrs Hunter's house. She's gone out to her car to get something so I don't have much time. We've been chatting, as you suggested, and I've discovered a few things."
"Like what?"
"Did you see her in the pub last night?"
"No, she didn't turn up. What have you discovered?"
"We were talking, woman to woman, and she told me that she's been having an affair for the last year or so."
"Christ, that's good news! Who with?"
"Her next door neighbour, Gary something or other."
"You've done well, Suzie! Anything else?"
"You won't believe this but, she's bisexual."
"What?"
"She's been having a relationship with a girl, her best friend. I don't know who the girl is, but I'll try and find out."
"OK, that's great! I'll do some snooping around and..."
"Are you still going to meet me in the wood?"
"Yes, this evening."
"What about now? I'm free if..."
"No, I'm tied up now, I'll see you later."
"OK, I'll look forward to it."
Replacing the receiver, I grinned, knowing that the first thing Chris would do would be to contact Tony. That would put the cat among the pigeons! Tony would call me, tentatively question me and, in my angelic innocence, I'd pretend that I didn't know what he was talking about. But my dangerous game wasn't helping my terrible craving. I needed spunk, and I needed it now!
Pacing the studio floor, my nipples painfully pulled and stretched by the chain around my neck, I tried to breathe deeply to ease my tight chest. Alan and his perverted friend might not arrive until the afternoon, and I knew I'd never survive that long. Gary? God, no, not Gary again! Picturing the wooden box, my buttocks pushed through the hole, my cunt lips bulging, I was determined never to visit the prison cell again.
Answering the front door, I stood naked before David, wondering whether he'd fucked Lydia earlier that morning. Were his balls heavy with sperm? I hoped so.
"The garden," he smiled, his shorts bulging, his chest bronzed, firm. He gazed at my nipple rings, and then lowered his eyes to my shaved cunt.
"Oh, yes, yes the garden!" I replied eagerly, almost dragging him into the hall. Closing the door, I turned to face him. "I need a favour, David."
"What sort of favour?"
"I need... you know very well what I need!"
"I'll give you what you need on the condition that..." he broke off as the phone rang.
"Wait in the lounge while I see who that is," I said, dashing into the studio.
It was Tony, and by the sound of it he'd just had a call from Chris. "Did Gary come round for coffee?" he asked, without enquiring how I was.
"Are you in Tokyo?"
"Yes, I've just arrived. Did Gary..."
"How was the flight?"
"Fine. Helen, about Gary..."
"What's this preoccupation with Gary all about? I'd have thought you'd have had news of Japan rather than ask me what our next door neighbour's been doing."
"I was only..."
"As it happens, Gary did come round for coffee. In fact, he's coming over this morning to..."
"To what? I don't like this, Helen."
"What don't you like?"
"Well, David always being there and Gary coming and going as if he owns the place."
"Tony, if you remember, you asked David to do the garden. And all Gary's doing is making sure I'm OK while you're working abroad. Anyway, it's just as well that I have Gary around because a man's been hanging about in the lane. I saw him messing about beneath the bushes in the front garden yesterday."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Helen. It's probably some..."
"You mig
ht not worry about it but I do! That phone call I had about you and Gary with a girl in a box, I reckon it's the same man."
"Er... no, no that was someone having you on, Helen."
"Was it? Thank God Gary's coming over this evening, I don't fancy being alone in the house with that man out there."
"Gary will be there this evening?"
"Yes. Actually, I might ask him to stay the night, just to make sure..."
"Stay where?"
"Here, where do you think? Look, David's waiting, I have to go."
"I don't think Gary should stay the night, Helen!"
"I'd have thought you'd have been pleased that I have a man around making sure that I'm all right." Sexually satisfied.
"Yes, I am, but it sounds as if Gary's taken my place."
"Taken your place? What are you talking about?"
"Were you with Gary last night?"
"What do you mean, with him?"
"Did he stay for the evening?"
"Look, Tony, there's no point in ringing up a huge phone bill just to chat about Gary."
"It's the company phone. So Gary's going to see you this evening?"
"Yes, he's coming over for a meal. It was the least I could do after all he's done for me."
"What's he done for you?"
"He's been around in case I need him. With that man in the lane, it's nice to know that Gary's only next door."
"How come he's at home so much now?"
"He's working from home. Look, we've discussed David and Gary, how about talking about something a little more interesting?"
"Sorry, it's just that I... How's work going?"
"Not bad at all. Hopefully, Sheena will come down soon. I've told her about my nudes and she's very keen."
"Oh, that's good."
"I really need live models, it's difficult painting sex scenes without..."
"You can't have models doing that sort of..."
"Oh, David's calling me. No doubt he'll be wanting a cold beer."
