by Ray Gordon
"I hope you soon recover," I smiled. "We haven't finished with you yet."
"Yes, yes!" he gasped. "Don't worry, I'll recover."
I turned to Lydia, my face, my tits, glistening with David's sperm. "Lap it up like a good girl," I instructed her.
"Helen, I..."
"Do as you're told, or you'll get the cane!"
Licking around my mouth, lapping up the spunk from my cheeks, my chin, she seemed to be enjoying the delicacy. Not wasting one drop, she licked my face clean and then moved down to my breasts, lapping up the male milk from my areolae, my nipples. Her lips glossed with sperm and saliva, she kissed me, pushing her spunk-wet tongue deep into my mouth as she slipped her hand between my thighs. Her finger entering my drenched vaginal sheath, I shuddered as my clitoris swelled, desperate for the release of orgasm.
"Helen, I want to watch you lick her cunt out," David grinned, his cock re-stiffening.
Ending our passionate kiss, Lydia's tongue slipping out of my mouth, I returned David's salacious grin. "You'd like to watch me tongue-fuck your girlfriend's cunt?"
"Yes, tongue-fuck her tight cunt hole."
"I'll tongue-fuck her while you fuck her arsehole," I breathed, my arousal soaring.
"No, I don't want that!" Lydia protested, her blue eyes wide.
"Come here," I smiled, reclining on the floor. "Get on all fours over me so I can lick your cunt."
"Helen, I don't..."
She'd wanted love, not lust. "Just do it, Lydia!" I hissed.
Taking her position, her gaping vaginal valley hovering above my mouth, globules of pearly liquid clinging to her rubicund inner lips, she buried her face between my thighs, licking the full length of my wet sex slit. Her buttocks projected, her arsehole blatantly exposed, vulnerable, she gasped as David moved behind her and crudely yanked her tensed buttocks apart.
His hairy balls resting on my forehead as he pressed his purple plum against her sensitive brown tissue, I had a close-up view of the forbidden penetration as his glans slipped past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and drove into the heat of her private duct.
"Oh, oh!" Lydia breathed as she licked the sensitive pink flesh around my erect clitoris and I drove my tongue into her hot cunt. "Oh, my bum! David, I..."
"God, you're tight!" David cried as he drove his cock in to the hilt, her delicate brown tissue stretched tautly around the root of his magnificent organ. "Christ, you've got a tight arse!"
Her body rocking back and forth as David crudely arse-fucked her, his male hardness violating her inner sanctum, her drenched vaginal slit gliding over my thirsty mouth, Lydia whimpered and trembled in her pleasure. Gently biting on my succulent pussy lips, driving her tongue deep into my fiery cunt, her clitoris swelling beneath my caressing tongue, she was close to her climax.
David's heavy balls slapping my forehead, I focused on his solid shaft driving in and out of Lydia's tight anal sheath. He too was close to his climax, his breathing becoming faster, his grunting louder as he quickened his rhythm. Would he slip his cock out of her arse and wank, shoot his spunk over my face? I wondered as Lydia moaned between my thighs in the beginning of her coming. Or would he pump his sex milk into her bowels?
"Ah, ah!" David gasped. "Coming, coming!" I watched his shaft swell to an incredible size, the veins bulging, engorged, as he took his girlfriend's arsehole with a vengeance. "Ah, God!" he cried, pumping his spunk into her arse. "God, you're tight!"
My orgasm erupted within my pulsating clitoris in sympathy with Lydia's coming, our licking and sucking bringing out each other's debased pleasure, sustaining the incredible sensations of perverted sex. On and on our orgasms rolled, the three of us locked in a burning sexual passion, gasping our gasps of sexual satisfaction until we fell limp, collapsing in a heap of trembling flesh - consumed in our comings.
Slipping his spent cock out of Lydia's inflamed bottom-hole, David moved aside, leaving the portal to her rectal sheath oozing with his sperm. Grabbing her hips, pulling her towards me as I lifted my head off the floor; I parted her buttocks and pressed my open mouth against her brown ring. Gently sucking, I brought out David's spunk, savouring the bitter sweet cream before swallowing hard. Sucking and swallowing the heady milk until I'd drained her, I rested my head on the carpet, licking my sperm glistening lips as she rolled off my glowing body and lay beside me.
"That's no use to anyone," I smiled, pointing at David's flaccid penis.
"It will be in a minute," he replied, climbing to his feet and leaving the studio.
"Did you like having your arse fucked?" I asked Lydia as she lay on her back, her nipples erect.
"Yes, I think so."
"You only think so?"
"Yes, I did like it."
"When David comes back, I want him to fuck my arse. And then you'll suck his spunk out of my bottom-hole."
"No, Helen, I don't want..."
"Lydia, you'll allow me to teach you the pleasures of debased sex or..."
"But, Helen..."
"Or I'll thrash you."
"Why do you talk of thrashing me? I thought we'd found love and..."
"I have a peculiar notion of love, Lydia. To me, love is sex, sex is lust, lust is love."
"And hate?"
"Love and hate are one of the same."
"Is this just a game to you?"
"Life's a game, Lydia. Ah, David," I smiled as he entered the studio, his soap-scented penis solid, pointing skyward. "I see you're ready for another arse-fucking."
"I'm ready for anything!"
Clambering on top of Lydia, my cunt pressed to her open mouth, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue licking around her sex-juiced cunt hole, my buttocks jutting out. David took his position behind me, his solid knob stabbing at my brown ring, trying to gain entrance to my tight rectal sheath. I knew the beautiful sight before Lydia's eyes, my brown tissue stretching around David's bulbous plum as he entered me there, opened my arse and drove his cock deep into my trembling body. The lewd spectacle obviously arousing Lydia, she drove her tongue deep into my burning vagina, tasting me there, lapping up my come as I reciprocated, tongue-fucking her juicy cunt.
We came in unison, David's spunk jetting deep into my bowels, Lydia's clitoris pulsating beneath my snaking tongue as she sucked on my orgasming pleasure bud. Writhing, fucking, licking, sucking, we rode the peak of our three way union until we again collapsed in our sexual exhaustion, our quivering bodies sated.
"God, that was good!" David cried, his penis gliding out of my bottom-hole.
"Suck it out," I ordered Lydia, parting my buttocks wide and pressing my anal entrance against her gasping mouth.
"Helen!" she protested, trying to move away.
"Suck David's come out of my arse!" I yelled in my ever-deepening crudity.
I sensed her tongue there, tentatively licking, tasting me. Her lips pressing against my sensitive tissue, sealing the lewd union, she sucked and drank, sucked and drank until she'd drained me. Her tongue exploring my small hole, the tip entering me, I gasped as the beautiful sensations permeated my very core, plunging me into unknown depths of sexual depravity.
We licked and sucked, brought out each other's orgasms in an orgy of lust until darkness consumed us and sleep engulfed our exhausted bodies. We'd enjoy another threesome, many more threesomes, fucking, spunking, coming in our illicit couplings. Would Tony join us in our debauchery? I imagined not!
Chapter Eighteen
Having slept deeply on the studio sofa, I woke to discover that Lydia and David had gone, crept away from the scene of debauchery. My body aching, my cunt inflamed, oozing with David's sperm, I slipped my hand between my thighs and toyed with my inner lips. My clitoris stiffened, responding to my intimate attention as I ran a finger up and down my wet sex crack. Masturbation? I wanted to candle-fuck my hot cunt, but not now. There were things to do; this was to be the big day, the final act in my play of deception.
Taking a shower, I pondered on my plans. Tony would arriv
e and hold the inquest, but was I ready? As ready as I'd ever be, I supposed, drying my naked body with a towel, my clitoris swelling as I recalled the incredible depravity I'd enjoyed with Lydia and David.
Wandering downstairs, I picked up a small package lying on the doormat. There was no penis sticking through the letterbox, which was a shame as, although I'd had more than my fill of spunk the night before, I was again desperate for a fix. My craving becoming worse, I wondered whether it had been a good idea to send the postman packing.
I still hadn't punished the postman for what he'd put me through, I reflected. I'd call on his wife later, Suzie the prostitute would call on her, demanding money in exchanged for the perverted sexual favours she'd supposedly given the woman's adulterous husband. Divorce would loom!
Opening the package, I gazed at the small bottle. The pills, the end of my incredible addiction - if I wanted it to end. Doctor Harvey's letter explained that I'd have to take three pills each day for a week, and then... and then I'd be free. Did I want to be free? Placing the bottle in the kitchen cupboard, I was pleased to see David putting the finishing touches to the garden. The night of passion, the hours of perverted lust, obviously hadn't completely drained him!
The phone rang as I was considering sucking David to orgasm. Was it Tony? I wondered as my hand hovered above the receiver. Perhaps it was Gary wanting to know where his photographs had got to? Either that or he'd order me to go to his prison cell and perform perverted sexual acts for his debased pleasure. Lifting the receiver, I listened with bated breath.
"Helen, are you there?" Tony asked. Did I hate the sound of his voice? I didn't know.
"Oh, Tony!" I trilled, trying to sound bright, pleased to hear from him. "How are you?"
"I'm OK. I'm at the airport," he lied. "I'll be home in an hour or so."
"I hope you're not going to start going on about..."
"Yes, I am, Helen. That's the very reason I'm coming home, to find out what the hell's been going on."
"I'd like to know what's been going on, too."
"Is Gary around?"
"Around?"
"Is he there with you, or at his place?"
"I don't know where he is, I haven't seen him today."
"OK, I'll be with you later. Don't go disappearing on one of your long walks."
"No, I won't."
"Right, I'll see you later."
An hour or so, just enough time to put the finishing touches to my treacherous plan! After seeing David off, praising him for the incredible work he'd done in the garden, and promising him perverted sex whenever he wanted it, I grabbed Suzie's clothes from beneath the hedge. My makeup heavy, the deep purple lipstick and dark glasses completing my disguise, I strutted down the lane in my six inch stilettos to Gary's house, praying that he'd be in.
"Jackie!" he gasped as he opened the door. "Am I glad to see you!"
"Oh, why's that?" I asked, my voice common, sluttish.
"Because... because I just am. Come in, come in!"
"No, I ain't stopping. I just thought I'd come and say hallo, seeing as I've just called on that bitch of a sister of mine."
"I'm pleased you did."
"Her husband's due back in an hour so I thought I'd better bugger off."
"An hour? Listen, can you hang around?"
"What for?"
"There's something I want you to do for me, something very important."
"Yeah? What's that then, you want sex?"
"No, no. Well... God, you really are something else!"
"I like you; I might come and see you more often."
"I wish you would! Listen, I want you to come and see Helen with me when Tony's back."
"What for? I've already seen the bitch and I don't really want to see her prattish husband."
"I want to prove that Helen has a sister. It's a long story but..."
"Prove it?"
"Yes, Tony thinks... as I said, it's a long story but it's very important that I prove that Helen has a sister."
"OK, I suppose it'll be a laugh. But I have to go down to the shops first."
"If I'm not here when you get back, the key will be under the flowerpot, by the wall over there. Let yourself in and wait for me."
"Yeah, anything you say."
"Great! I'll see you later. And, Jackie - thanks."
Stage one of my precarious plan accomplished, I stole back to my house and slipped into my smock - changing into Helen the artist, the faithful, devoted loving wife. Suzie's clothes, Jackie's clothes, concealed beneath the hedge, all I had to do now was wait for Tony. My heart racing, my hands trembling, I knew I needed a fix as I wandered into my studio, but there was no time - or penis available.
I'd just uncovered the portrait of Suzie when I heard Tony's key in the front door lock. Dashing through the hall, I donned my sweet, angelic smile - my smile of angelic innocence. "Hi!" I trilled.
"Hi, Helen - it's good to be home," he replied, dumping his briefcase on the hall table. "This is Chris," he introduced the private detective as the young man walked through the front door.
"Oh, Chris... The portrait... How do you know Tony?"
"That's a long story," Tony broke in. "I'll explain later."
"But Chris is..."
"Later, Helen."
"Oh, right. So, how long are you home for?" I asked.
"I'm taking a flight back this evening, I'm afraid."
Perfect! "Oh, that's a shame. Still, we'll have a little time together."
As Tony followed me into the lounge with Chris, I could almost feel his suspicion rising, his anger welling, as he began his questioning. Who's Brian? Who's Suzie? Who's Jackie? I let him ramble on for a minute or two before cutting him off.
"Tony, I don't think Chris should be in on this," I said angrily. "He's a client of mine and..."
"Chris is a private detective, Helen. I'm sorry, but I hired him to find out what was going on."
"You got a private detective on to me?" I gasped, holding my hand to my mouth, feigning shock.
"Yes, I had to."
Concealing a wicked grin, I sat on the sofa, praying for my devious plan to come together. Tony asked question after question, hurled accusation after accusation at me, and I coolly denied everything. There was no proof, no evidence; he couldn't substantiate one of his claims. Lucifer was near, I'll swear!
"Calm down, Tony!" I finally cried. "There's no point in ranting and raving."
"OK, where to start?" he sighed, holding his hand to his lined forehead. Did I feel love for him? I didn't know. I felt lust for Chris.
"Start at the beginning," I suggested, smiling at Chris as he sat in the armchair.
Tony turned to Chris. "As you know, I've had my neighbour, Gary, on the phone telling me that he's met Helen's sister, and she denies having a sister. She also denies having a child and a sordid past working as a prostitute."
"I can find no trace of a sister or a child," Chris replied authoritatively.
"That's a relief!" I giggled. "It would come as quite a shock to discover that I had a child!"
"Shut up, Helen!" Tony snapped. "This isn't a game!"
Isn't it?
"You told Chris when he was here that you had a good friend, a neighbour called Brian. Why did you say that?"
"I didn't!" I returned. Chris knew I was lying, of course, but he could prove nothing.
"Mrs Hunter!" the sleuth breathed, frowning at me. "You told me that you had a good friend and neighbour called Brian, you said that he was an accountant and..."
"Why would I say that when it's so easy to prove that it's not true? Tony, go and knock on all the neighbours' doors and find this mysterious character!"
"I've already done that."
"There you are then!" I cried triumphantly. "That's that little mystery solved."
"How did you know that Chris was a private detective?" Tony asked. "He'd told you that he was an accountant."
"Suzie mentioned it to me during a sitting."
"A
h, now we're getting somewhere! Who's Suzie?"
"A client. In fact, it was Suzie who put Chris onto me. She said that they were old friends and that he'd like a portrait."
Chris confirmed Suzie's existence, describing her perfectly. He also mentioned that he'd been meeting her on the common and discovering things about me. Obviously, he couldn't understand why Suzie would have told me that he was a detective, but he couldn't prove otherwise.
"According to Suzie, Mrs Hunter said that she used to be on the game," Chris said.
"As if I'd tell a client that I was on the game!" I laughed. "Good God, even if I had been, I'd hardly tell anyone!"
"This Suzie woman was lying, then?" Tony murmured.
"Why would Suzie lie?" Chris asked. "I mean, she had no axe to grind. I was going to pay her for information, so why would she lie?"
"You tell me!" I returned. "As far as I was concerned, she was just another client. We chatted about art, the weather, anything and everything - but not prostitution!"
"Suzie also told me that you, Mrs Hunter, are having an affair with your best friend - a girlfriend."
"As if I'd tell a client that I was having a lesbian relationship!" I giggled. "It's a lie, and if it was true, I'd tell no one!"
"Mrs Hunter, you told me that you had a sister called Jackie, that she used to paint and that she first recognized your talent."
"Chris, you've just said yourself that there's no trace of a sister!"
"So why did you mention your sister to me? You also told me that your husband was working for an oil company in Saudi Arabia."
"What on earth would I have to gain by telling you such a ridiculous lie!"
"She's right," Tony broke in. "She'd have nothing to gain at all."
Chris hadn't got a clue what I was up to, or why! He didn't have one scrap of evidence against me, and he could hardly call on Suzie as a witness! I sensed my clitoris swell, my vaginal juices oozing between my pouting sex lips as I recalled sucking on Chris's knob, swallowing his sperm. Just to stir things up a bit, I could say that Suzie had told me of Chris's sordid affair in the wood! Perhaps not.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Hunter, but you're lying," Chris sighed, flashing me an accusing look. "You talked at length about your sister when I was here, why are you denying it?"
