"It's now or
never," I thought aloud as she pressed her warm lips against my
stomach and kissed me. She moved down to my sex mound, kissing,
licking my sensitive skin. Trembling as she neared my open valley,
I let out a rush of breath, desperate for her tongue now. She was
only inches away from my exposed clitoris, but she stood upright
again, her fingers gently pistoning my wet vagina.
"Please," I
murmured, my head rolling from side to side as she slipped her
fingers out of my sex hole. I couldn't wait any longer, my clitoris
aching for orgasm, my vaginal muscles spasming; I needed her tongue
between my swollen cunny lips. Why wouldn't she take the plunge?
Why hesitate when she must have been desperate to taste me? "Now or
never," I murmured again, pulling on my nipple rings.
She leaned
over me again and kissed each hairless outer lip in turn. She was
so close but so far. I sensed her warm breath against my cunt
flesh, and then her tongue. Licking my mound, my outer pussy lips,
she moaned through her nose, her arousal obviously rising, goading
her to commit the beautiful lesbian act.
Holding my
cunt lips wide apart, she licked the full length of my open slit,
my distended sex petals. Arching my back, my stomach rising and
falling, I gasped as she licked around my open vaginal entrance,
fervently lapping up my flowing honeydew. Moving to my clitoris,
her hot tongue circling my pleasure bud, she fingered my cunt
again.
"God, that's
nice!" I breathed, pulling on the gold rings, stretching my erect
nipples, adding to the incredible pleasure coursing through my
quivering body. "Ah, ah, I need to come!" My words obviously
exciting her, she sucked my clitoris into her hot mouth and swept
her tongue over the sensitive tip, taking me to an earth-shuddering
climax. Delirious, I flew high above my convulsing body, reaching
the epitome of sexual fulfilment, riding the crest of my incredible
climax.
Laura's long
black hair tickling my inner thighs, my stomach, as she ate my
pussy, I couldn't believe the pleasure she was bringing me. Her hot
lips locked to my cunt, it was as if we were one, our union bonding
our very beings. I wanted her mouth there for ever, licking,
sucking, loving my cunt. On and on my orgasm continued, my firm
breasts heaving, my womb rhythmically contracting, my cunt juices
decanting.
"No more!" I
finally cried, unable to endure the immense pleasure for another
second. She ignored me, continuing her fanny-fingering, her clit
licking and sucking, until I thought I'd pass out. There had to be
an end, I thought dreamily as my climax began to subside - there
had to be an end to the beautiful sexual pleasure.
She finally
moved away, leaving my inflamed cunt dripping with her saliva and
my lust juices. I watched her though my eyelashes again. Licking
her fingers, lapping up my sticky come, she moved towards the door,
turning to gaze at my naked body before leaving. She was now a
fully-fledged lesbian, her face wet with my cunny cream, her cunt
wet with my saliva. What would she think when she got home to her
husband? The act she'd committed would be with her for life,
forever haunt her.
The front door
slammed shut and I grinned, and then frowned. What had I done?
Laura, my best friend... God only knew what I was becoming, what
I'd become. My sense of morality completely stripped, I didn't know
how much deeper I'd sink into the murky pool of sexual corruption.
Was the pool bottomless? I imagined it was!
Rolling off
the table and staggering into my studio, I looked down at my
nipples, the gold rings, wondering again what I'd done. But I was
enjoying the transformation, the new me. I was deriving immense
sexual pleasure from both men and women, more pleasure than Tony
could have brought me in a million years!
Grabbing the
ringing phone, I was initially pleased to hear Lydia's soft voice.
"We won't be coming round this evening," she said.
"Why ever
not?" I asked with a hint of anger.
"My mother's
turned up, it's rather difficult."
"Tomorrow
evening, then?"
"Yes, tomorrow
evening. I'd better go, Helen."
She hung up,
leaving me wondering at her story. Had she discussed the things I'd
said with David? No, I was sure she hadn't. But what to do now? The
night was but young; my cunt juiced up and yearning for a thrusting
penis, debased sex. I'd enjoyed my starter, and was now hungry for
the main course. But who would bring me the main course?
I sensed
loneliness, a desperate loneliness engulf me. I'd been so looking
forward to David and Lydia spending the evening with me, the three
of us naked, entwined in lust. I needed more sex, more debased sex.
It seemed that I was not only addicted to sperm, but to sex -
lesbian-induced orgasms.
The evening
sun still hot, I decided to dress in Suzie's clothes and take a
walk on the common. Perhaps I'd meet a man, seduce him, suck his
swollen glans to orgasm and drink his gushing sperm. Fucked by a
stranger, the thought excited me, wetted my vagina, stiffened my
insatiable clitoris.
Strutting down
the lane in my stilettos, the gold chain around my neck, yanking my
tits up with every step I took, I felt elated in my wickedness. I
was out to seduce, to lure and seduce a man, two men, three men...
Three hot orifices, three solid penises? No, I was still in two
minds about anal sex. I'd come to love the female form, wet
vaginas, pulsating clitorises - I'd also found immense fulfilment
from knob sucking, having my vagina fucked.
But I was
finding some affiliation with my bottom-hole, the incredible
sensations derivable from the sensitive brown iris between my
buttocks. One day, perhaps, when my transformation was complete,
I'd find immense pleasure from crude arse-fucking. Reaching behind
my bum and lifting my skirt, I massaged my anal entrance,
delighting in the wonderful sensations as I wandered across the
common.
Was there
someone following me? I wasn't sure as I stopped and turned. I
thought I'd heard something, someone behind me, but there was no
one there. My imagination, I reflected as I walked on. A loud
rustling stopped me in my tracks again. I turned, thinking I'd seen
a shape moving into the bushes. An animal? No, I was alone on the
common.
Settling on
the soft grass by the bushes, I scanned the horizon. No one, not
one solitary man, not one erect penis. Where was everyone? At home,
more than likely, cosy in their twee houses with their little
wives.
My heart began
to palpitate wildly, my hands trembling, my breathing becoming
shallow, and I realized that I urgently needed another fix. I'd
sucked David's sperm out of Lydia's cunt earlier that morning, but
it wasn't enough, the effect was wearing off. The craving rapidly
becoming worse than ever, I didn't know what to do. The common
devoid of people, I stood up and wandered across the grass edging a
clump of trees.
Breathing
deeply to alleviate the tightness in my chest, I stopped by a large
oak tree and leaned against its gnarled trunk. I knew that I
couldn't survive for long, I had to have sperm! On reflection, I
realized that I should have saved some of the drug in a bottle. I'd
been awash with the opaque liquid, and not thought to save a little
for emergencies. One lives and learns. One lives and fucks.
"What have we
here?" a young man asked as he emerged from the trees and stood
before me, his dark eyes focused on my nipple rings pressing
through my tight blouse.
"Hi," I
smiled, lowering my eyes to his bulging crotch. "I'm Suzie."
"And I'm
Chris. What are you doing out here alone?"
"Walking, and
you?"
"The same. Are
you a local?"
"No, I'm only
here for a few days," I replied. "You came out of the trees... is
there a path through the wood?"
"No, no I was
just wandering through the trees."
"It must have
been you I thought I saw earlier, moving behind some bushes back
there."
"No, it wasn't
me. I've been in the wood for the last half hour. Look, er, why
don't you join me for a walk through the trees?"
I grinned a
salacious grin. "OK, show me the way."
Following him
into the wood, I was sure that I'd soon get my fix, and find the
peace and serenity I so desperately sought. It was a stroke of
luck, a young man emerging from the trees like that. Or was it?
Suspicion suddenly flooded my mind, although I didn't know why. He
appeared innocent enough, I mused, eyeing his rounded buttocks, his
skin-tight jeans, his cowboy boots. Appearances can be
deceptive.
"Are you a
local?" I asked as I trod through the undergrowth.
"No, I'm not,"
he smiled, brushing his dark hair back
"On
holiday?"
"No, I'm not
on holiday." He stopped by a fallen tree. "Shall we sit here for a
while?"
"Yes, yes
OK."
Joining him on
the gnarled trunk, I became fearful. I was sure that someone had
been following me, but who? Chris hadn't said what he was doing in
the area, which fuelled my suspicion. Perhaps someone was trying to
find out who Suzie was, where she came from.
"What are you
doing here?" I asked. "Apart from walking."
"Nothing," he
smiled.
"I don't
believe you."
He chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"You were
following me, weren't you?"
"I think we
need to talk about it," he sighed.
"Talk? We
don't even know each other, what is there to talk about?"
"What's your
relationship with Mrs Helen Hunter?"
My stomach
sank. "Helen Hunter?" I echoed.
"Yes, you came
out of her house earlier."
"She's... I... You
did
follow me! Who are you?"
"I'll tell you
when you've answered my question."
"She's an
artist, I went to see her about having my portrait done."
"So, you don't
know her personally?"
"No, we met
for the first time today. Who are you?"
"Do you want
to earn some cash?"
"Doing
what?"
"Her husband
employed me, I'm a private detective."
My heart
beating wildly, I thanked God that I'd dressed as Suzie before
leaving the house. A private detective? What the hell was Tony up
to? I'd known that he was suspicious, but not to the extent where
he'd employ a private detective to follow me!
"What do you
want me to do?" I asked, playing along with the game. There could
be some excitement in store for me!
"Her husband
reckons that she's having an affair. You know, the usual thing, he
believes that she's screwing around behind his back and I have to
discover the sordid details."
"So, where do
I come in?"
"When are you
seeing her again?"
"Tomorrow,
it's my first sitting."
"Great! Look,
get chatting to her. You know the sort of thing, girl talk about
men and sex or whatever. Find out all you can and meet me here
tomorrow evening, around the same time."
"Yes, OK.
Er... what have you discovered so far?"
"Nothing, I
only arrived from London a few hours ago."
"Why did you
follow me?"
"I didn't know
who you were, what you were doing in her house. I have a photograph
of Mrs Hunter, so I knew you weren't her."
"A
photograph?" My disguise must have been good, my dark glasses, my
makeup and thick lipstick concealing Helen.
"Yes, her
husband left it in an envelope beneath the bushes in her front
garden, along with my fee. That's when I saw you, as I was taking
the envelope."
"Oh, I see.
This is all rather intriguing."
"It's all in a
day's work for me. It was a bit of luck meeting you, I thought I
was going to have to hang around outside her house until she
appeared. Hopefully, you'll be able to get me some inside
information."
"Yes, I will.
Look, I must be going. Oh, there is one thing that might interest
you. She said something about meeting a friend this evening."
"Male or
female?"
"Male, I
think. She said that she was going... where was it? Oh yes, to a
pub - the Three Crowns, wherever that is."
"Right, I'll
find out where it is and lie in wait for her. Here's my card, ring
my mobile number if you come up with anything."
"Yes, yes I
will," I smiled, rising to my feet. "I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye."
My craving for
sperm seemed to have subsided, for the time being. There was plenty
of time to seduce Chris, all the time in the world. The thought of
having some real fun with Tony and his private detective sent a
tingle up my spine. Leaving the wood, I made my way home, my mind
brimming with wicked plans. I'd send Chris on one wild goose chase
after another!
I woke the
following morning so desperate for a fix that I thought I was
dying. Naked, I wandered out into the garden, the hot summer sun
bathing me, warming me - my panic gripping me. There'd been nothing
from Stephen Giles, but at least Alan had said that he'd come and
see me with his friend. Two men? I imagined three, using me,
abusing my orifices, fucking my holes.
I wasn't
getting enough sex. In my ever-rising quest for sperm and sexual
satisfaction, I realized that I needed more men. The odd one here
and there, nothing regular, just wasn't good enough. David was all
right for an occasional shot of spunk, Alan Walker would service me
now and then, Stephen hadn't bothered visiting me for sex, and
Gary... Gary was so heavily into perverted sex that he frightened
me!
Dashing into
the house as the phone rang, I flopped onto my old Chesterfield,
suspecting it to be Tony ringing, to whine and gripe about my male
friends. "Oh, Doctor Harvey," I replied, surprised. "What have you
discovered?"