Addicted

by Ray Gordon

  "Because it's not true!"

  "You also told Suzie that you'd been having an affair with your neighbour, Gary."

  "What? This is ludicrous! I think you'd better contact this Suzie character and get her round here. For some reason, she's been making up ridiculous stories about me."

  "I don't have her phone number," Chris breathed.

  "You must know where she lives?"

  "No, no I don't."

  "Some private detective you are!"

  "Don't you have her number, Mrs Hunter?"

  "No, she rings me for appointments."

  Tony paced the floor, rubbing his chin, obviously trying to piece the jigsaw puzzle together. But the pieces would never fit; there was no picture to complete - only diverse fragments. So far so good, I mused, smiling sweetly at Chris. Round one to me! Turning to Tony, I told him to ring Gary and have him come over - have him in for questioning. Tony readily agreed, as I knew he would.

  While we were waiting, I slipped into my studio and returned with the portrait of Suzie, placing it on a chair for all to see. Seizing the opportunity, Gary didn't hesitate to try to expose me, arriving at our house within minutes - a triumphant grin across his face.

  "That's Jackie, Helen's sister!" Gary beamed, pointing at the painting as Tony showed him into the lounge.

  "That's Suzie," Chris corrected him.

  "Yes, that's Suzie," I rejoined. How I love confusion!

  "What the hell's going on?" Tony sighed, his dark eyes frowning as he became more bewildered than ever. "Helen, is that Suzie or not?"

  "Yes, of course it is! I should know, I painted the bloody portrait!"

  The game was becoming more exciting by the minute, my lies and denials plunging everyone deeper into a pool of confusion! When Gary told Tony that he'd followed me to the common and had seen me with a young man, I burst out laughing. Even Tony couldn't conceal a grin when Gary added that I'd called myself Suzie and had sex with the man!

  "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" I cried. "Gary, you're saying that I called myself Suzie and that I had sex on the common with a man. You reckon that the portrait is of my nonexistent sister, when Chris and I have both confirmed that it's Suzie... It seems to me that you don't know who's who."

  "I don't know what you're playing at, Helen, but..."

  "Gary, you're the one who seems to be playing games!" I returned. "Why are you doing this? Is it because I wouldn't go to Devon with you for a week of sex?"

  "Devon?" he frowned.

  "Just because I turned you down, because I wouldn't commit adultery, you come out with fantastic stories to try to cause me problems!"

  "I have photographic evidence of your disgusting adultery!" he snapped. "And I'll prove that you have a sister. I'll be back, with the photographs - and with Jackie!"

  We remained silent as Gary stormed out of the house. Poor Gary, there were no photographs - and no Jackie! At least, I hoped there were no other photographs! I made coffee while we waited for him to return. From the kitchen, I could hear Chris telling Tony that I'd been lying, that I'd told him all about my sister. Tony didn't seem able to say anything other than, I don't understand! I don't understand! He'd never understand! I mused as I carried the tray into the lounge.

  Gary finally returned, his face red with anger as he followed Tony into the lounge. I grinned at him, asking whether he'd like a cup of coffee. "Perhaps Jackie would like some coffee," I said. "Where is she, Gary?"

  "She was supposed to come back to my place, but she hasn't turned up, yet."

  "And the photographs of my adultery, where are they?"

  "They've been stolen, by you, no doubt!"

  "Stolen? How convenient!" I giggled. "And my nonexistent sister has mysteriously disappeared?"

  Gary knew I was winning hands down, no Jackie, no photographs... In a way, I felt sorry for him. But recalling the way he treated me, I knew that he deserved all that was coming to him. He went for what he believed to be his trump card and began ranting about my pierced nipples.

  "Pierced nipples?" I laughed.

  "Helen, you mentioned that to me," Tony said accusingly.

  "I was joking! Gary obviously overheard me telling Laura about the joke when she was here having coffee. Gary was in the garden with David and..."

  "I didn't overhear anyone!" Gary snapped. "I've seen your nipples; you have gold rings through them!"

  "There's one way to prove that!" Tony growled.

  "If you think I'm going to show everyone my tits, you have another think coming!" I cried.

  "Come into the hall!" Tony returned, leaving the room.

  Following Tony and closing the lounge door, I pulled the front of my smock away from my body, exposing my firm breasts, my erect nipples. The two small holes were barely visible, and Tony certainly didn't notice them! Returning to the lounge, I grinned at Gary as Tony approached him.

  "Why are you telling these lies?" Tony asked him. "Helen hasn't had her nipples pierced. What are you trying to do, Gary?"

  "She had gold... You have a small tattoo, Helen, a rose just above your... above your fanny."

  "This is ridiculous!" I laughed. "Gold rings through my nipples and now a tattoo?"

  "Get out of that one, if you can!" Gary cried triumphantly.

  "With pleasure!" I spat.

  Lifting my smock, I displayed my shaved vaginal lips to my wide-eyed audience to the accompaniment of gasps of disbelief. Asking where the tattoo was as I gazed down at my beautifully alluring sex crack, I raised my head and looked at Gary, the disbelief depicted in his expression - the obvious defeat.

  "I knew she'd shaved!" he said excitedly, clutching at straws. "I knew she'd shaved because I saw..."

  "You only know that because you've just seen!" I returned, lowering my smock. "Where is the tattoo, Gary?"

  "Oh, I get it! It was a stick-on tattoo. You've obviously washed it off."

  "Pierced nipples, a tattoo, a sister, a child, photographs of my adultery... What will you dream up next? Why not accuse me of enjoying bondage and whipping? Or how about accusing me of having sex sessions with two blonde girls? You could always say that I..."

  "You've planned this very well," Gary interrupted me.

  "Planned what? I really think you need help, Gary!"

  "Look, Tony broke in. "Look, this is getting us nowhere. Let's calm down and..."

  "She had sex with Stephen Giles, right here, in this very room!" Gary broke in.

  "Oh, God! I've heard it all now!" I yelled, stomping to the door. "I'm going out for a walk; I'll be back when this ridiculous farce is over!"

  "Helen, wait!" Tony called.

  "She's addicted to sperm!" Gary cried in his frustration.

  I turned in the doorway and glared at Tony. "If you believe that one, you'll believe anything!"

  "Addicted to..." Tony stammered as I walked to the front door. Round two to me!

  Leaving Tony shouting at Gary, I wandered down the lane and made my way across the common to the wood. Sitting on the fallen tree, I took stock of the situation, contemplating my next move. I'd certainly made Gary out to be a fool! Or, I should say, he'd made himself out to be a complete fool! Tony was dripping in confusion and poor Chris didn't know what the hell was going on.

  I'd almost won! I'd had my revenge on Gary for treating me the way he had, but I knew that the game wasn't over yet - I could easily trip and fall before reaching the winning post. I was pretty sure that Gary had nothing hidden up his sleeve, and I'd bribed David to keep his mouth shut, offered him perverted sex as and when he wanted it. Alan Walker wasn't on the scene to cause trouble, besides, no one knew anything about him. But I felt uneasy, sensing that I'd not covered my tracks properly.

  "Hi, Suzie!" someone called, emerging from the bushes.

  "Oh, Chris!" I cried. "I'm... I'm Helen."

  "Yes, and I'm the bloody pope!" He sat beside me on the tree. "You made two mistakes, Helen."

  "Two mistakes?" I echoed, my heart thumping hard against my
chest. "I'm... I'm not with you."

  "Not many women shave. I knew that Suzie shaved and, when you showed me your... when I discovered that you shaved, I put two and two together."

  "That proves nothing; I have several friends who shave!"

  "Do you? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on that point. But you made another mistake."

  "Go on."

  "The photographs you hid beneath the bush were very interesting."

  "Oh, you know about them."

  "Yes, I do. I left them there, beneath the leaves. You and Suzie are the same person."

  "The photographs don't prove..."

  "No, but coupled with the fact that you lied, that you denied telling me about your sister, and that you're sitting here, in Suzie's favourite spot..."

  "You've got it all wrong!" I laughed nervously.

  "Have I? There's one last thing that's conclusive proof. While I was waiting for your husband to arrive, I hid in the bushes across the lane from your place. Suzie left your house and went to speak to Gary. She then returned to your house, and didn't come out again. I didn't know what she was up to, visiting Gary like that when she doesn't even know him. Initially, I thought..."

  "Perhaps she..."

  "When Gary said that the portrait was of your sister, Jackie, and he was going to fetch her to prove her existence, I realized what was going on."

  "You're a better detective than I'd given you credit for."

  "Your husband believes that Gary made up the story because you wouldn't have sex with him. He believes that Gary sent Suzie to you to have her portrait done, sure that I'd follow her and question her."

  "So, what will you do now?"

  "I've been paid in full, the case is closed. Mind you, I could always..."

  "Yes, you could always reopen the case. But you won't will you?" I grinned, slipping my smock over my head, revealing my firm breasts, my shaved vaginal lips.

  "No, I won't reopen the case. Tell me, why did you do it, why the incredible lies, the deceit?"

  "That's something you'll never know, Chris - never. Come and join me."

  Reclining on the soft grass, my limbs spread wide, my cunt open, I closed my eyes as Chris settled between my thighs and began licking the full length of my moist sex valley. "Sixty-nine, with you on top," I breathed, my craving for sperm rising. Slipping his boots and jeans off, he clambered on top of me, his heavy balls brushing my face, his magnificent cock erect.

  Resuming his vaginal licking, he gasped as I opened my mouth wide and took his heavy balls inside. Gently sucking, running my tongue over his wrinkled bag, I grabbed his penis and slowly wanked him, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his bulbous glans.

  "God, you're better than Suzie!" he chuckled through a mouthful of my cunt flesh. I didn't answer, my cheeks ballooning with his sperm-laden balls, I couldn't answer. Parting my vaginal lips, stretching my delicate pink flesh, he drove his tongue into my hot cunt, tongue-fucking me as I continued to wank his beautiful organ.

  I couldn't get enough sex. Cocks, cunts, tits, arseholes... I craved perverted sex now. Poor Tony, he was at home, probably still arguing with Gary, and I was naked, enjoying sex with the private detective! I loved my cunt, I loved my life!

  "Don't stop!" Chris cried as his shaft swelled and twitched. "Ah! Ah, I'm coming!" Spunk shot from his slit, splattering my breasts, my erect nipples as my clitoris erupted in orgasm beneath his sweeping tongue. Writhing, coming, spunking, licking, our bodies locked in lust; we brought out each other's pleasure until we crumpled into a quivering heap.

  His drained balls slipping out of my mouth, we lay side by side, exhausted in our coming, satisfied in our debauchery - for now. I'd have Chris again and again, I promised myself as I lifted my head and lapped up his spunk from my tits, my sensitive nipples. We'd fuck and lick and suck out each other's orgasms again and again.

  "There's something I didn't tell you," Chris smiled, rising to his feet and pulling his jeans on.

  I looked up at him, his body towering over me as he dressed. "Oh, what's that?" I asked, massaging my saliva-wet clitoris.

  "It's about your neighbour, Gary. During my investigations, I discovered that he's married."

  "Married?" I echoed, leaping up and covering my glowing body with my smock.

  "Yes, her name's Jill. I was looking into... well, it doesn't matter how I found out, the point is that his wife's after him for money."

  "Do you know where she lives?"

  "Yes, I have the address here, on the back of one of my cards."

  "Thanks, Chris!" I beamed, taking the card. "Now I've really got something on the bastard!"

  "Whatever has he done to you, Helen? It must have been something pretty bad for you to..."

  "As I said, you'll never know. I must go, I'll be in touch."

  "Don't go yet."

  "I have to, Chris."

  "Helen, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you before."

  "Thanks. Look, I really must get home."

  "London's not far, I'll come and see you."

  "Yes, I'd like that. I'd like that very much. Bye, Chris - and thanks."

  "Bye, Helen, Suzie, Jackie."

  Walking across the common, I sensed elation grip me. I was free of Tony, free to do as I pleased when I pleased with whom I pleased. My addiction? My addiction would drive me to suck sperm from men's throbbing knobs, bring me incredibly debased pleasure - perverted pleasure. Lydia was returning to university, but I had David to sexually satisfy me. Chris would visit me for rampant sex sessions, I had Stephen Giles to suck to orgasm, I had Laura to sexually abuse... I loved my cunt!

  Returning home, I found Tony looking round the garden. His crisp white shirt and blue tie annoyingly immaculate, his hair well-groomed, he turned and smiled at me. Did I feel love for him? No, I don't believe I did. Did he love me? After shagging my arsehole, believing that he was committing adultery, I thought not.

  "The garden..." he began.

  My cunt ached for a penis, for spunk. "Yes, David did it, what do you think?"

  "It's amazing! It must have cost a fortune!"

  "I've been working hard while you've been away, my paintings paid for it." My cunt paid for it!

  "Helen... Helen, I'm sorry that I ever suspected you of..."

  "It's all right, Tony. I don't blame you, not after all the lies Gary's been feeding you."

  "It's incredible! Dreaming up a sister, sending that Suzie round for a portrait, knowing that Chris would question her - a child from a previous relationship, a tattoo, pierced nipples, you working as a prostitute..."

  "He has a vivid imagination!" I laughed, my vaginal juices flowing, streaming down my inner thighs. "That business about you screwing a girl at his house - it was obviously Gary who rang and told me, trying to cause trouble, to break us up."

  "Yes, yes obviously. And as for you being addicted to sperm!"

  "I've never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life!"

  "And you having sex with Stephen Giles... By the way, I've got my promotion, and the biggest salary increase ever!"

  "That's good news, Tony. Stephen obviously regards you highly." He regards my cunt highly! I decided to have Stephen fuck me as soon as Tony had gone.

  "Look, I'd better get going. I don't want to go back to Tokyo but... I'm afraid I'll be away for six months."

  Excellent! "Six months?" I sighed, hanging my head, feigning disappointment, sadness. Six months of freedom, of cocks, cunts, tits, arseholes, whipping...

  "From what Stephen was saying when I last spoke to him, I might be posted there permanently."

  "Permanently? Oh well, I suppose the money will be good. We can pay the mortgage off and... and look forward to the day when you're based in London again, which I'm sure you will be."

  "Yes, eventually. Oh, that'll be my taxi," he sighed, turning towards the house as a car horn tooted. He paused, gazing at the border edging the patio. "The foxglove... it's fallen over, the cane's gone."


  "The cane? Oh, yes, I needed the cane for something else," I smiled. For thrashing girls' naked buttocks! "I'll get David to buy some more canes for... for the plants."

  Following Tony through the house, I kissed him goodbye - the taste of Chris's sperm lingering on my lips. Grabbing his briefcase from the hall table, he walked down the drive and climbed into the taxi. I waved as the car disappeared from view, waved goodbye to my husband, my old way of life. I found myself waving until the sound of the diesel engine had faded. I'd been here before, I reflected, recalling his first business trip abroad. But this time, I felt elation rather than loneliness, excitement rather than sadness. Wandering back into the house, I dashed into the kitchen and answered the phone.

  "Mrs Hunter, it's Doctor Harvey."

  "Oh, hallo. Thanks for sending me the pills."

  "I omitted to tell you something. Have you started taking them yet?"

  "No, not yet. Why, is there a problem?"

  "Yes, they might lower your libido. But I suppose it's a small price to pay to be free of your addiction."

  "Lower my libido?"

  "Yes, considerable, I'm afraid."

  "Well, as you said, it's a small price to pay."

  "Do let me know how you get on."

  "Yes, I will. Thanks for all your help."

  "No problem, Mrs Hunter. You can enjoy your life now."

  "Yes, yes I'm sure I will. Thank you."

  Opening the cupboard, I took the bottle from the shelf and unscrewed the cap. Considerable lower my libido? I mused, emptying the pills into the sink and running the tap. No, that was the last thing I wanted! There was more than enough sperm around to quell my craving, more than enough men with erect cocks, bulbous knobs, spunk-laden balls.

  Taking the clothes from beneath the hedge, I returned to the house and changed. Applying thick makeup and purple lipstick, I adjusted my wig and gazed my reflection in the hall mirror. Perfect! Jackie lives again! Dialling Gary's number, a wicked grin furling my lips, my clitoris swelling in my excitement, my stomach somersaulted as he answered the phone

  "Gary, it's me, Jackie - I'm at me sister's house," I said in my common voice.

  "Jackie! Where the hell did you get to?"