Addicted (39 page)

"No, I suppose
not. Are you pleased to have Tony back?"

"He's not
back."

"He is. I saw
him a short time ago, when I was on my way here."

"You're
mistaken; he's not back, Laura."

"I'm not
mistaken! I saw him down by the shops talking to another man."

I frowned.
"What did the other man look like?"

"Tallish,
tight jeans, dark hair, cowboy boots..."

"Chris!" I
gasped.

"Who?"

So, Tony had
sneaked back to meet up with Chris, and probably spy on me! And I
was on the common with Laura, about to seduce her! Scanning the
horizon, I could see no sign of the private dick, or Tony, but they
were there, I instinctively knew. Laura placed her hand on my
breast, squeezing my nipple through my blouse. But this was no
longer the time or place for lesbian sex, lesbian filth. Pushing
her away, I leaped to my feet.

"I must go," I
said as she stood up.

"Go? Go
where?"

"I didn't
realize that Tony was back, I have to go home."

"But..."

"I'll ring
you."

Dashing across
the common, sure that Chris and Tony were watching me, I made my
way home. At least Gary had nothing on me now, I reflected as I
passed his house, his prison cell. But I'd not had the time to tie
up the loose ends, to bring my wicked plan together for the last
act of my deceitful play.

"Has Tony been
here?" I called through the back door to David.

"Tony? No, he
hasn't. Is he..."

Ignoring
David, I closed the door and dashed to the ringing phone, panic
rising as the reality of the horrendous situation began to sink in.
Thoughts raced through my mind, silly thoughts - I shouldn't leave
my candle beneath the bed. Would Tony notice the cunny stains on
the chair knob? Were there spunk stains on the lounge carpet? The
phone bloody wouldn't stop ringing.

"Hallo," I
replied softly.

"Helen, it's
Stephen Giles."

"Oh, Stephen,
how are you?"

"I'm fine,
thanks, and you?"

"Er... Ok, I
think. Is Tony back?"

"Don't you
know?"

"Yes, I
mean... He hasn't been home yet."

"Hasn't he?
That's odd; he should have been there..."

"Look,
Stephen, I'm rather busy just now."

"Yes, yes of
course. Actually, I was ringing to talk to Tony, but I also wanted
to speak to you."

"I was
wondering when you'd be in touch."

"I've been up
to my eyes in it, I'm afraid."

"So have
I!"

"I hear that
you're having marital problems."

"By its very
nature, marriage is a problem. Look, I really must go,
Stephen."

"OK, I'll
speak to you again. I want to come and see you, when it's
safe."

"Yes, OK. Give
me a ring when... Will Tony be returning to Tokyo?"

"Yes, he's
only back for a short time."

"Thank God for
that! Ring me when he's gone back."

"OK, I will.
Bye for now."

"Bye,
Stephen."

At least Tony
wasn't going to be home for long, I mused. But where the hell was
he? And what did he plan to do? I sensed that I was beginning to
lose the game as I wandered through the hall and paced the lounge
floor. Putting myself in his shoes, I tried to think what I'd do. A
surprise, I decided. He wouldn't ring, he'd turn up unannounced,
hoping to catch me in the act, catch me with my knickers down - not
that I wore knickers anymore!

Flopping onto
the sofa, I answered the phone, not surprised to hear Chris's deep
voice. "Sorry I couldn't make the sitting," he said.

"That's all
right," I replied in my posh accent. "Would you like to make
another appointment?"

"Yes. Er...
I'm free now, if that's OK with you?"

What was his
game? Was Tony with him, listening? "I'm terribly sorry but I'm
busy for the next couple of days."

"Oh, that's a
shame. Er... I'll ring in a day or two, then."

"Yes, you do
that."

I hung up,
panic rising, my hands trembling, my heart palpitating. I needed
sperm, a fix. David was in the garden, his balls probably fully
laden with spunk, but where was Tony? I couldn't suck David to
orgasm with Tony lurking. I didn't like it, not knowing what was
going on, who was planning what - I didn't like it at all!

Bottle B
crossed my mind, but no. I rang Gary, although I didn't know why.
Luckily, he wasn't in. Biting my lip, wringing my hands, an idea
suddenly struck me - ring Chris's mobile number, tell him that I
was Suzie, discover what was going on.

"Chris, it's
Suzie!" I trilled as he replied. "Got any news?"

"Suzie, I wish
you'd contacted me earlier. Have you been for another sitting with
Mrs Hunter?"

"Yes, I have.
What's happening?"

"
Every
thing's
all happening. Mr Hunter's back, although his wife doesn't know
it."

"What's the
plan?" I asked excitedly, fearfully.

"The plan?
Christ, it's such a cock up that I don't have a bloody plan! Mr
Hunter's staying somewhere locally for a while, just until we can
sort out what's going on. He's given me another few hours to get to
the bottom of the mystery."

"What will he
do then?"

"He'll go home
to his wife and confront her with what little evidence he has."

"Evidence?"

"I use the
word loosely! What he intends to do is get everyone together and
have a mass inquest."

"God! Will you
be there?"

"If it comes
to it, yes. There's something I don't understand, something that's
been bugging me."

"I don't
understand any of it!" I chortled.

"I went to see
Mrs Hunter about having my portrait done. It was a ploy to... The
odd thing is that I told her that I'm an accountant, and she told
Mr Hunter that I'd said that I was a private detective."

"But
why..."

"She obviously
knows who I am."

"She's never
seen you before, has she?"

"No, so how
the hell... Anyway, if you're willing, I'd like you to be my key
witness if this bloody inquest takes place."

"Well, I don't
know that I..."

"All you'll
have to do is repeat all that Mrs Hunter told you during your
sittings."

"Yes, I
suppose that'll be all right."

"Good. How's
the portrait coming on?"

"It's just
about finished."

"When's your
next sitting?"

"I don't know,
we haven't arranged it yet."

"OK, keep in
touch."

"I will,
Chris, bye."

An inquest?
That should be interesting! I imagined Tony standing in the lounge,
the suspects seated, gazing up at him as he tried to unravel the
mystery, tried to work out whodunit. What a mess, the old Suzie
with her long black hair and red miniskirt whom Gary knew to be
Helen in disguise, the new Suzie with her shocking ginger hair and
yellow miniskirt whom Gary had met and thought to be Jackie... I
was beginning to confuse myself! Who was I, really?

Taking two bin
liners from the kitchen cupboard, I dashed upstairs and grabbed the
old Suzie's clothes and makeup and stuffed them into one of the
bags. I wouldn't need her again, she'd played her part in my
devious game, and now she didn't exist.

Placing the
new Suzie's clothes along with her makeup into the other bin liner,
I bounded downstairs and put one bag out for the dustman. The new
Suzie's clothes? Well hidden beneath the hedge, I decided. Easily
accessible should I need to strut down the lane seeking out men on
the common.

Fortunately,
David wasn't around as I lugged the bag down the garden and hid it
beneath the hedge. That was more evidence well out of sight, I
mused, wondering whether to hide my candle, my sex candle. What
other evidence was there lying around? I wondered as I returned to
the house and donned my smock. How many loose ends were still
loose?

Putting the
finishing touches to the portrait of Suzie, I stood back and
adjudicated my creation. Suzie, Jackie, one of the same - and yet
no one. Covering the canvas as I heard someone enter the kitchen, I
prayed that it wasn't Tony. I wasn't ready for him, I hadn't
finalised my devious plan, prepared for the last act in the
tragedy. Recognizing Lydia and David's voices, I breathed a sigh of
relief, my stomach fluttering as I imagined the threesome. Time was
running on, but there was time for the threesome before the final
act.

Lydia's blue
eyes sparkling as she followed David into my studio, her long
blonde hair cascading over her pert breasts, she provocatively ran
her tongue over her succulent red lips as she stood before me.
Again, the tables had turned, this time she'd come to me in love,
not lust. I'd take her in lust; use her for sex - as she'd used
me.

No words fell
from our lips as I reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, slipping
the garment over her shoulders, revealing her straining bra. Moving
behind his girlfriend, David unhooked the clasp, the red silk cups
falling away from her rounded mammary globes. Her nipples free of
the constraining material, they grew, standing erect and proud from
her darkening areolae - suckable.

I took each
milk teat into my hot mouth in turn, stiffening them further as
David tugged Lydia's skirt down to her ankles. Slipping my hand
down the front of her tight panties, my fingers between her swollen
vaginal lips, I massaged her wet inner flesh. She moaned, breathing
deeply as David slipped her knickers down and I caressed her
swelling clitoris. Stepping out of her clothes as her nipple
slipped out of my mouth, she lifted my smock over my head and gazed
longingly at my firm breasts, my gold nipple rings.

Turning to
David, we knelt before him and tugged his shorts down, his penis
catapulting to attention before our wide eyes, his balls hanging
heavy, spunk-heavy. I sucked his purple plum into my mouth as Lydia
kneaded his balls, my eyes popping out of my head, my cheeks
ballooning as I took his ballooning glans to the back of my
throat.

David had said
that Lydia wouldn't suck his cock. Perhaps, in her arousal, she'd
change her mind, allow him to mouth-fuck her, to spunk down her
throat. Wanking his rock-hard shaft as I rolled my tongue over his
silky-smooth glans, Lydia watched me closely, my lips taut around
her boyfriend's shaft. Again, I wanted Tony to walk in and discover
my wickedness, although I didn't know why.

"Coming!"
David cried all too soon. Slipping his throbbing knob out of my wet
mouth, I licked his glans as Lydia wanked him, his spunk
splattering my face, bathing my tongue running down my chin and
dripping onto my firm breasts. Engulfing his glans in my mouth, I
gently sucked, bringing out the last of his sex milk, swallowing
hard until I'd drained his balls. Crumpling to his knees, his cock
slipping out of my mouth, he trembled, breathing heavily in the
aftermath of his coming.

"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.