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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!

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 arrive 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."