Dangerous Desires (22 page)

“Where are you, Ian?” Jane called from the house. Slipping the man’s penis out of her spunked-flooded mouth, she ordered him to withdraw his cock and pull his trousers up. “Ian,”

Jane called again as Annabelle made her escape and returned to the house. The taste of sperm lingering on her wet tongue, she grinned. This was all too easy, she thought, slipping her hand up her short skirt and feeling the wetness between the dividing lips of her vulva. All too easy, and extremely dangerous.

Wondering why Dave hadn’t been in touch, in a way, Annabelle was relieved that she’d not heard from him. What with the young lad’s and Ian, she had quite enough sex to be getting on with. But she’d not tasted the lubricious juices of a young girl’s hot vagina for some time, she thought, wondering whether to lure Louise and Alison to her house for the evening. Deciding on an evening of lesbian sex as she grabbed the ringing phone, she felt her own juices of lust seeping between the pouting lips of her hairless vulva.

“That hole in the fence is very useful,” the voyeur said.

“Who is this?” Annabelle snapped. “What do you want? If you want sex with me, then

...”

“No, no, no,” he laughed. “I don’t want sex with you, Annabelle.”

“Then, what
do
you want?”

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“There’s a young blonde girl I’ve had my eye on for some time. She walks past your house on her way home from school at about four o’clock every afternoon. She’s slim with small breast bumps and an angelic face. I want sex with her.”

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t even know this girl. If you want sex with her, then you’ll have to ...”

“Use your magical spell, Annabelle,” he breathed mysteriously.

“Magical ... Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Magical spell? I don’t have a

...”

“Don’t play games with me,” he snapped. “I want that young girl, and you’re going to get her for me.”

“How old is she?” Annabelle asked, dreading the answer.

“I don’t care how old she is. I want her young body, her small tits, her pretty little cunt.

You’d like to get your hands of her sweet little cunt, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m not a bloody lesbian,” she returned angrily.

“Aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. Look, I don’t even know who you’re talking about,” Annabelle said, trying to keep him talking as she wondered whether she recognized his voice. “You say she passes my house every afternoon?”

“Yes, about four o’clock. I know that you’re into your girls, Annabelle. Of course you’d like to get your tongue up this little beauty’s virginal cunt.”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” she said, forcing a laugh. “Into young girls? You must be mad.”

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“I know that you lured those young lads into your house for sex. But ponder on the schoolgirl for a moment. She’ll have a beautiful little pink pussy, Annabelle. A hairless pink pussy.”

“Hairless ... No, I won’t get involved.”

“So, you admit that you have some kind of spell you cast over people?”

“Of course I haven’t. A spell? That’s ridiculous. I’m just saying that I don’t want to get involved in your ...”

“If that’s the way you want it, that’s fine. I’ll tell the woman next door that you suck her husband off through the hole in the fence.”

“You do that. See if I care.”

“I’ll also tell her that you’ve had sex with her teenage daughter.”

“What?” she breathed, her heart racing. “But I haven’t ...”

“There’s no point in denying it, Annabelle. I want that blonde schoolgirl, and you’re going to get her for me. Look out for her this afternoon. When you see her, use your spell and tell her to meet me in the derelict house at the end of the road. You know where it is, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I’ve seen it. But ...”

“Just do it, Annabelle. Tell her to go straight to the derelict house where she’ll meet a man. Order her to do exactly as the man asks. And don’t think that you can go there snooping on me because, if you do, you’ll be in more trouble that you ever thought possible.”

Hanging up, Annabelle bit her lip. Wondering how he knew about her lesbian sex session with Louise, she thought that he must have seen the girl entering the house. Obviously a born voyeur, he could have easily spied through the lounge window and witnessed the lesbian cunny licking. Was there anything he didn’t know about her? she thought fearfully. The teenage boys, 187

the hole in the fence, sex with Louise ... He was obviously watching her every move. And now he wanted her to help him lure a young schoolgirl into a derelict house where’d he’d no doubt strip her of her virginity.

Annabelle vaguely recalled seeing a young blonde girl dressed in a school uniform. But she had no idea how old she was or ... Hairless pussy? She might well be underage, she thought anxiously. Realizing that her clitoris was swelling as she imagined a naked schoolgirl with a hairless pink pussy, Annabelle sighed. Her blackmailer wanted the girl’s young body but, to Annabelle’s horror, so did she. Once the girl was in her lounge, she’d be completely defenceless.

A young schoolgirl, she mused. She’d be wearing navy-blue knickers, the crotch undoubtedly stained with her fresh juices of desire, her nipples would be sensitive, eminently suckable.

Why was she thinking like this? she wondered. The teenage boys, Louise and Alison, Tom, Ian ... Her conquests so far had been ... Willing? she pondered. Maybe not willing but to entrap a young girl on her way home from school ... Her stomach somersaulting as she thought about the girl’s barely developed breasts, her tightly closed sex crack divided by the naked lips of her vulva, she knew that she was sailing into dangerous waters.

Wondering what to do, she realized that this might be the best opportunity she’d have to discover the man’s identity. Turning her thoughts away from the alluring young schoolgirl, she knew that she had to stop thinking about sex and concentrate of dealing with her blackmailer.

Her power would help her, she was sure. If she could sneak into derelict the house and glimpse the man without herself being seen ... It was worth trying, she decided.

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he time approaching four o’clock, Annabelle finally went into the front garden and began T to pull up the weeds lining the path. She had an ivory symbol in her hand to ensure that she had the power with her. The last thing she needed was for her magical spell not to work. She knew that the evil man would be watching her as she knelt on the grass and fiddled with the plants. He’d be watching, waiting. Again realizing that this might be her only chance to discover his identity, she tried to steady her trembling hands as she looked up and noticed the young blonde schoolgirl passing the gate.

“Excuse me,” she called, leaping to her feet.

“Yes?” the pretty girl said, her fresh face smiling as Annabelle approached.

“Come into my house,” Annabelle whispered, hoping that she had the power with her.

“Come into my house with me.”

Saying nothing, the girl followed Annabelle up the path and through the front door.

Leading her into the lounge, Annabelle scrutinised her as she stood in the centre of the room clutching her school bag. Her long blonde hair framing her angelic face, cascading over the small bumps in her blouse, she was extremely attractive. Her blue eyes sparkling, she had a pretty mouth with full red lips. Annabelle imagined kissing her as she gazed at the girl’s knee-length white socks, her naked thighs revealed by her short gymslip. Temptation whispering in her ear, she took a deep breath and tried to turn her thoughts away from the girl’s beautiful young body.

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“What’s your name?” she asked the silent girl.

“Sabrina,” she replied softly.

“You’re beautiful, Sabrina,” Annabelle breathed, reaching out and stroking her long blonde hair. “Have you got a boyfriend?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Would you like one?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Tell me, Sabrina. Do you masturbate?”

“Yes, I masturbate in my bed at night.”

Her breathing unsteady, her hands trembling, Annabelle sighed. She desperately wanted to order the girl to strip and show off her curvaceous young body, but she knew that this was very wrong. Just a glimpse of the small mounds of her breasts, she thought. Perhaps a quick look at her sweet sex crack, the pert globes of her buttocks. But she didn’t want to deviate from her plan to discover the identity of her blackmailer. Gazing into the girl’s sparkling eyes, focusing on her succulent red lips, Annabelle felt her young womb contract as she tried desperately to fight her inner lesbian desires.

Moving forward, she pressed her soft lips to hers and kissed her pretty mouth. Slipping her tongue between her pouting lips and tasting her warm saliva, she closed her eyes as their pink tongues met. Annabelle imagined that her tongue was snaking over the wet flesh of Sabrina’s inner love lips as she breathed in the perfume of her long blonde hair. Her vagina would be tight, her lubricious juices of desire deliciously warm. But the blackmailer was of paramount 189

importance, she again reminded herself. Were Sabrina’s sex lips devoid of pubic hair? she wondered in her sexual turmoil. Hairless, pouting, fleshy, perfectly symmetrical, warm and soft to the touch, rising either side of her young valley of desire ... Temptation whispered again.

“Tell me how you masturbate,” she breathed shakily as their lips parted.

“With my fingers,” Sabrina replied.

“Do you push your fingers into your pussy?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You like fingering your pussy?”

“Very much. I use three fingers when I’m in my bed in the mornings.”

“And you massage your clitty with your other hand?”

“Yes, and I make myself come.”

“Your sex juices wet the sheets?”

“Yes, they soak the sheets. I have to hide the stains from my mother.”

“Do you push things into your pussy?”

“Only my fingers. Unless my friend is with me ...”

“Your friend?”

“Angela, my friend.”

“What do you do with her?”

“We masturbate each other. We only started doing it last week.”

“Do you finger her pussy?”

“Fingers and candles. We do it to each other.”

“Do you lick each other?” Annabelle asked, her arousal soaring.

“We did that for the first time last night.”

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“And you came in each other’s mouths?”

“Yes, we did.”

This was too much, Annabelle thought, her juices of love seeping between the engorged hillocks of her vulval lips and coursing down the naked valley of her sex crack to her anal inlet.

The temptation to admire the girl’s naked body, to run her hands over the newly-formed mounds of her pert breasts, her tongue over the swell of her firm vaginal lips, was far too great to resist.

Thoughts of the derelict house and the blackmailer leaving her, she reached out and squeezed the firmness of her young victim’s breast through the flimsy material of her blouse. Her breathing fast and shallow, Annabelle felt the ripe teat of the girl’s erect nipple. Pinching the elongated milk teat through her school blouse, she knew that she could no longer fight her powerful inner desires.

“Put your bag on the floor and take your gymslip off,” she instructed Sabrina. Dropping her bag, the girl unbuttoned her gymslip and allowed the garment to fall down her young body and crumple in folds around her ankles. Her heart banging hard against her chest, Annabelle ordered her to remove her blouse. Sabrina complied obediently, her slender fingers popping each button in turn before slipping her blouse over her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

Annabelle gazed longingly at the girl’s tight panties, the crotch of the red material bulged by her full love lips. Perhaps schoolgirls didn’t wear navy-blue knickers anymore, she thought sadly. Eyeing the cups of her small bra, she ordered Sabrina to unhook the garment and reveal her young breasts. Watching with bated breath, Annabelle gazed in awe as the girl exposed the mounds of her mammary spheres, the elongated teats of her suckable nipples. Touching her 191

there, running her fingertips around the chocolate-brown discs of her areolae, she licked her full lips.

Sabrina’s body was beautiful, unblemished in her youth, fresh and alluring. Her hand trembling, Annabelle ran her fingertip down over the smooth plateau of the girl’s stomach to the tight elastic of her panties. Feeling the swell of her full love lips through the pussy-moist material, she could make out her closed sex slit. Two young girls licking each other to orgasm?

she pondered, her own juices of desire streaming from the tight entrance to her vagina. Defeated in her weakness, Annabelle let out a sigh of longing as she pressed her fingertip into the girl’s soft lips of desire.

“Take your panties off,” she murmured, kneeling before Sabrina. Her eyes wide, she watched the girl pull the garment down, revealing her sparse blonde pubes, the top of her tightly-closed valley of desire. “Keep going,” she murmured, her mouth watering as the schoolgirl’s pouting vulval lips came into view. Her panties tumbling down her long legs and settling around her ankles, Sabrina stepped out of her clothes and stood completely naked before her mistress.

Her figure almost boyish, her curves barely developed, Annabelle wondered how old she was as she cast her eyes over her naked body. Young, fresh and virginal in her innocence, she was incredibly angelic. Unable to help herself, to control her inner lesbian desires, Annabelle leaned forward and kissed the fleece-covered flesh of the young girl’s mons, breathing in the heady scent of her vulva as she closed her eyes. Again, she tried to stop herself as she sucked on the girl’s blonde pubes. This was wrong, very wrong, but ...

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“You’re wonderful,” she murmured, pushing her tongue out and tentatively licking the top of Sabrina’s sex crack. The salty taste driving her wild, Annabelle pressed her lips hard against the girl’s vulval hillocks and pushed her tongue into her moist valley of desire. She could feel her clitoris against the tip of her tongue, feel the sensitive tip of the hard protrusion. Two young schoolgirls sneaking up to the bedroom and licking each other’s clitorises to orgasm? The thought sent a quiver through Annabelle’s young womb. Did boys wank and suck each other’s cocks? she wondered, recalling the teenage lads she’d lured into her lounge for sex. Probably not, she mused. Boys wanted girls. Girls wanted boys and girls.