Addicted (33 page)

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.

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!