Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  My shuddering orgasm finally beginning to recede, I held my cunt lips wide apart and gently caressed my throbbing clitoris, breathing deeply as I drifted down from my sexual paradise and returned to my depleted, trembling body. The show over, I lay with my arms by my sides, my thighs wide, exposing my pink inner petals, my open sex hole.

  "How about making a video?" Alan asked.

  "I have a video camera," I murmured, half opening my eyes and gazing up at him. "I can make my own dirty tapes if I want to."

  "You'll need us if you're going to..."

  "I can find men anywhere, I don't need anyone in particular," I replied, clambering to my feet and standing on my wilting legs. "You need me, I don't need you," I grinned.

  The sex over, David went to get on with the garden as I showed Alan and Ian to the front door. I'd not bothered to introduce David to the others, there'd seemed little point. They'd had their fun and I'd had my fix, ships passing in the night - but we'd pass again, I knew. Our genitals would meet again, locking in lust - cocks fucking my holes, spunking me.

  In the kitchen, I pulled the photographs out of the envelope and spread them out on the table. I realized that I must have been unconscious as I gazed at a shot of my cunny lips, stretched wide apart by someone's fingers, the open entrance to my cunt blatantly exposed. Another shot showed my clitoris, fingers pressing on the surrounding pink flesh, indecently popping my pleasure button out for all to see.

  Slipping the pictures back into the envelope, I pondered on Alan's suggestion. Photographs, dirty videos, why not? Gary had taken obscene photographs of me, my cunt, obviously intending to have copies made and sell them for a nice profit. I might as well make money from my body, from crudely abusing my cunt, I mused.

  Sperm oozing from my anus, I grabbed a piece of kitchen rolled and cleansed my holes, my inner thighs. "A douche," I breathed, eyeing the bottle of washing up liquid. Emptying the bottle, I rinsed it out and went upstairs to the bathroom, my clitoris throbbing as I imagined squirting hot water into my cunt, deep into my spermed bowels.

  Running a bath, I submerged my glowing body beneath the hot soapy water. Plunging the plastic bottle into the water, I squeezed out the air and released the pressure, the water rushing into the bottle. When it was full, I placed the nozzle just inside my cunt hole and squeezed. The hot water bloating my vaginal cavern, my clitoris swelling, the sensations were heavenly. Again, I squeezed, sending water deep into my cunt, bathing and cleansing my inner flesh.

  Refilling the bottle, I opened my legs wide and raised my knees, slipping the small nozzle into my anal entrance and squeezing the bottle again. "God!" I gasped as my bowels swirled with hot water. "God, that's nice!" Emptying the bottle, filling my bowels, I closed my eyes, gasping, whimpering as the water jetted out of my bottom-hole.

  Filling my arse and my cunt with hot water again, I massage my clitoris, quickly achieving a massive orgasm. My thighs twitching, my breasts heaving, I sustained my pleasure, the water jetting out of my holes, adding to the incredible sensations of self-abuse. On and on I rode my climax, my quivering body glowing with sex, my clitoris swelling, pulsating, until the waves receded, leaving me panting for breath, delirious in my coming.

  After my bath, I lay on my bed in my nakedness and rested my exhausted body. I'd been triple-fucked, douched, masturbated my insatiable clitoris to orgasm - and I now needed rest. Sleep engulfed me as I lay on my back, my hands between my legs, my fingers toying with my distended inner lips. Sleep, peace and serenity enveloped me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Refreshed from a long sleep, I dressed as Suzie and strutted down the lane to the common. The evening was hot and sticky, I wanted to be naked, my breasts exposed, my sensitive nipples erect. My cunt was hot and sticky, sticky with my oozing juices. I should have used my candle, candle-fucked my cunt before leaving the house. Later, I decided.

  As I turned the corner by the common, I sensed my symptoms returning, my hands trembling slightly, my heart missing the odd beat, hunting for rhythm. Twice that day I'd sucked out David's sperm, surely I wasn't in need of another fix? My thirst for sperm was becoming unquenchable, my craving unbearable, and I prayed for Chris to mouth-fuck me, give me his spunk.

  Wandering across the common into the wood, I was disappointed to find that Chris wasn't there. Perhaps I was early? The early bird doesn't always catch the worm, the cock. Had I missed him? Whatever, I desperately needed sperm! How would I survive if I had to take the drug two or three times every day to quell my terrible craving, the awful symptoms? There weren't enough regular men in my life to ensure that I'd had at least three shots of spunk every day!

  Sitting on the fallen tree, I contemplated the situation, the dramatic changes in my life. A private detective after me, Tony and Gary believing that there had been a man at the prison cell window, Gary believing that I had a sister, a child and a sordid past, the postman sticking his cock through the letterbox, Lydia in love with me, Laura...

  My once-simple life now seemed to be complicated beyond belief! I'd allowed Tony's managing director to tit-fuck me, to spunk over my face, my neck, I'd sucked Laura's solid clitoris to orgasm and lapped up her cunt juice, I'd enjoyed three men fucking my holes, I'd drunk David's sperm from Lydia's cunt...

  At least my life was full and varied, the unexpected always creeping up on me! But I felt a void; something was missing - apart from a shot of sperm. I recalled my time with Tony, the two of us, uncomplicated. Although he'd probably been screwing around behind my back, in my ignorance I'd enjoyed the relationship, but now? I had to make a decision where Tony was concerned. I couldn't carry on like this for much longer, he was bound to discover the truth and all hell would be let loose. I didn't like making decisions.

  "Hi!" Chris grinned as he emerged from the undergrowth, his dark hair dishevelled. "Sorry I'm late, I was held up."

  "That's OK," I replied, moving along the tree, making room for him. "Sitting here alone, I had time to think, to reflect. May I ask you something?"

  "Fire away."

  "What will Mrs Hunter's husband do if you prove that she's having an affair?"

  "He said he'd divorce her. Mind you, I've come across this many times and, very often, the couple concerned get back together."

  Did I want to get back together? "What else did he say?"

  "Have you an hour to spare?" he laughed.

  "Why?"

  "This is just about the most complicated case I've ever come across!"

  "Tell me about it, I'm in no rush."

  "OK, where to begin? I spoke to Mr Hunter earlier today. He said that the neighbour, Gary, met Mrs Hunter's sister."

  "What's unusual about that?"

  "Mrs Hunter denies having a sister. Why would the neighbour say that he'd met the sister if he hadn't? If he did meet a woman posing as Mrs Hunter's sister, then I really don't know what's going on!"

  "She either has a sister or she hasn't," I smiled, revelling in the game. "Perhaps she does have a sister and she doesn't want her husband to know."

  "I've checked, she was an only child."

  "Then why..."

  "I haven't got a clue! I've come across many lies and webs of deceit in my time but, in this case, I can't work out who's lying, or why."

  "What else have you discovered?"

  "The neighbour rang Mr Hunter and said that Mrs Hunter has a child from a previous relationship. A colleague of mine's checking that out, by the way."

  "That wouldn't be so unusual, would it? I mean, she might not have been able to bring herself to tell her husband about the child."

  "Yes, but who told the neighbour about the child?"

  "The sister."

  "There is no sister."

  "Oh, right."

  "What I don't understand is, why is the neighbour sticking his nose in when he must realize that he could stir up trouble and jeopardise the affair he's having with Mrs Hunter?"

  "You're the detective!" I giggled. "You tell me."

  "
I only wish I could! There's more, I'm afraid. Mrs Hunter received a phone call from a man saying that he'd looked through a window at the neighbour's house. Apparently, he saw Mr Hunter and the neighbour screwing a girl."

  "Did Mr Hunter deny that?"

  "Initially, he did, but then admitted that he and the neighbour had screwed a girl."

  "God, it is complicated!"

  "You can say that again! I've always thought myself to be a pretty good private dick, but I can't work out what the hell's going on here. Mrs Hunter told her husband that she'd seen a girl going into the neighbour's house with the gardener, who also happens to be Mrs Hunter's gardener."

  "I think I've lost track!" I laughed.

  "OK, to sum up, we have a mysterious sister, a peeping Tom, a child, and an unknown girl visiting the neighbour's house with the gardener." Chris shook his head despairingly and sighed. "Usually, these cases are easy. The man, or the woman, is having an affair, I snoop around, dig up the dirt - and it's all over."

  "Perhaps the neighbour's making it all up?" I proffered.

  "Why would he do that?"

  "Perhaps he's been blackmailing Mrs Hunter and..."

  "Blackmail? No, I reckon that this all centres on one person, but I can't work out who, or what it is they're trying to gain."

  Gazing at Chris's bulging crotch as he tried to unravel the mystery, I wondered what else could I throw into the pot to further complicate the situation. I knew that whatever I told Chris about Helen would get back to Tony, and I decided to take the game one step further before hauling Chris's penis out and taking my fix.

  "I was at Mrs Hunter's house earlier," I began, parting my thighs, my miniskirt riding up, my vaginal crack almost on display. "I don't know whether this will help you or make matters worse."

  "Nothing could make matters worse!" he sighed.

  "I wouldn't be too sure about that! I was telling Mrs Hunter that money's tight at the moment and she said that, when she was at art college, she was very short of cash. Although she regrets it now, she had to resort to immoral ways of earning money. Presumably, she meant that..."

  "Ah, that makes sense! Mr Hunter was saying that the sister told the neighbour that she and Mrs Hunter used to be on the game."

  "But, there is no sister!"

  "God, my head's spinning! Sisters, neighbours, gardeners, girls... Christ, what a mess!"

  "Chris, this may sound silly, but I've just had a thought," I smiled, discreetly tugging my skirt up a little higher. "I reckon that the neighbour's telling lies, making up stories, so that Mr and Mrs Hunter split up."

  "Go on," he said, leaning forward and listening intently.

  "With Mr Hunter out of the way, Mrs Hunter would be free to go off with the neighbour."

  "No, it doesn't hold water. Mrs Hunter knows what the neighbour has been saying to her husband and..."

  "She must have confronted the neighbour. I mean, if he's been telling her husband lies, she must have had it out with him."

  "Yes, that's what I thought. The neighbour would gain nothing by lying to Mr Hunter. If anything, causing trouble like that, he'd lose Mrs Hunter. The neighbour must genuinely believe that there is a sister. Who did he meet, though? Why would someone pose as..."

  "Now my head's spinning!" I laughed, slipping off the tree, making sure that my skirt rode up, revealing my shaved vaginal lips, my delicious sex valley.

  Chris was confused enough, there was no need to feed him any more lies for the time being - besides, my craving was driving me wild. Standing with my feet apart, I projected my hips a little, knowing that Chris could see my intimacy in all its naked glory. He looked down, focusing on my cunt and shifting uneasily on the tree. Was his cock stiff? Would he make the first move? Or would I have to seduce him?

  "Do you normally go around like that?" he asked, his dark eyes frowning.

  I donned my smile of complete and utter innocence. "Like what?"

  "With your... your skirt like that and your..."

  "Oh!" I gasped, looking down in feigned horror and hurriedly adjusting my skirt to conceal my vaginal crack. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that..."

  "You don't have to apologize!"

  "I don't want you thinking that I'm..."

  "I don't think anything of the sort," he interrupted me as he slipped off the tree. "Many women don't wear knickers in the summer, there's nothing wrong with that."

  "Yes, but they make sure that no one sees anything!"

  "Don't worry about it. You've a damned good body so why cover it up?"

  "Well, I... Chris, I'm not the promiscuous type."

  "No, and you're not a prude, either. I noticed that you've shaved."

  "Yes, I... I prefer it like that."

  "So do I."

  Moving towards me, he put his arms around me and gazed into my eyes. I found myself praying that my ginger wig wouldn't fall off as he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me with a passion I'd almost forgotten existed. As he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, I felt a glowing warmth bathe me, consume me. Feeling? Emotion? No, this had to be cold sex. Suppressing my inner emotions, I allowed coldness to engulf me, crudeness in my base desires. I was a tart, Suzie the tart.

  His hands wandered over my buttocks, lifting my skirt and cupping my taut, rounded orbs. My clitoris throbbing expectantly as his hands wandered round my body to my inner thighs, I gasped as he ran a finger up and down my vaginal slit, probing between my wet sex lips, looking for the entrance to my hot, juiced cunt.

  "You're some woman!" he breathed as I tugged on his zip.

  "And you're some man," I replied, slipping my hand into the warmth of his jeans and pulling his erect penis out. He was rock-hard, ready for vaginal penetration, ready to fuck my cunt, my thirsty mouth.

  "This is all working out rather well. What with you having your portrait done at Mrs Hunter's, giving me inside information, and us here in the woods like this - it's working out very well."

  "It is!" I giggled, dropping to my knees and pulling his foreskin back.

  His cock was big, probably the biggest I'd seen yet. Hooking his balls out, I examined his equipment, his wrinkled bag, his veined shaft, his small sex slit. I gazed longingly at his purple plum, glistening in the light - rounded, suckable. Had I become obsessed with cocks, with swollen knobs? Yes, I imagined I had.

  Taking his beautiful glans into my mouth, I closed my eyes and gently sucked, savouring the salty taste. Rolling my tongue over his silky-smooth globe, my heart racing, I thought of the irony of the situation. I was sucking off the private detective Tony had employed to expose my adultery! I sensed evil, triumph, elation - I couldn't have planned it better myself!

  Having spoken to Gary and learned that I had a child from a previous relationship, no doubt Tony was ringing me, anxious to question me. He'd wonder where I was, what I was doing. Poor Tony! He'd been fed so many lies, so much false information, that he was probably out of his mind with worry and confusion! Of course, I was little Miss innocence. Helen Hunter, the faithful, loving wife, the artist, working hard and enjoying walks - blissfully innocent in my guilt. Suzie was guilty, not me.

  "Sixty-nine!" Chris gasped, pulling his saliva-wet cock out of my mouth and lying on the ground, his rock-hard penis pointing skyward, a symbol of his manhood. "Come on top of me."

  Resting my body on his, I took his glans into my mouth again as he parted my thighs and began lapping between my swollen vaginal lips. My juices flowing in torrents, my clitoris swelling beneath his snaking tongue, I prayed for his spunk to jet at the same moment that my orgasm erupted. I wanted us to come together, to pump our juices of lust into each other's mouths and reach our sexual heavens together. I wanted many things from our illicit coupling - satisfaction in decadence.

  Our mouths locked to each other's genitals, sucking, licking, this was pure sexual ecstasy, pure lust, and I realized that my life had become such a wicked game, a desperate quest not only for sperm, but sexual fulfilment through deviancy and decadence, that
I'd never be able to turn back. I'd gone far beyond the threshold, left the border between morality and immorality so far behind me, that I knew I'd never find my way back.

  Chris gasped through a mouthful of my cunt flesh, his spunk shooting from his slit, bathing my darting tongue, filling my cheeks, running down his twitching shaft as I wanked and sucked his beautiful cock. My clitoris exploding in orgasm beneath his sweeping tongue, my juices of arousal flooding his mouth, his face, I shuddered in my exquisite coming, my wicked lust. I had a burning desire for more men, more cocks spunking in my mouth, shooting their come down my throat - I wanted sexual corruption in the extreme.

  On and on my clitoris pulsated beneath his hot tongue, my body quivering as I gobbled his solid knob and drank the last of his spunk. Another man, another cock, another orgasm, another fix, another act of wanton adultery... What the hell? This was Suzie, not the prim and proper Helen Hunter. Not that Helen was so prim and proper anymore!

  "You're beautiful!" Chris gasped. I sensed his hot breath against my drenched vaginal flesh. "Christ, you're beautiful!"

  "God, I needed that!" I cried, my body shuddering uncontrollable as I rolled to one side, spreading my limbs out on the grass. "The last thing I'd expected was..."

  "We must meet again," he grinned, zipping his trousers and settling beside me.

  "Yes, I'd like that. The same time tomorrow evening, perhaps?"

  "Yes, definitely!"

  Running his finger up and down my cunt crack, he stiffened my clitoris again. My juices decanting, my sex lips swelling, I gasped. I could have stayed there all night, revelling in my incredible arousal, sucking his knob to orgasm and swallowing his sperm as he tongue-fucked my juiced cunt. But no, time was running on and I wanted to get home. There'd be plenty of opportunities to enjoy the private dick's dick.

  "Chris, I'd better be going," I said, smiling sweetly at him as he massaged my erect clitoris.

  He licked his cunt-sticky fingers, his dark eyes sparkling. "Yes, and me."