Wicked Obsession (11 page)

Brian’s swollen knob slid between the hairless lips of her wet pussy and his rock-hard shaft entered her. He grabbed her shapely hips and drove his organ fully home. Anne gasped in the grip of her arousal and excitement as he began his fucking motions. Imagining his wife walking into the bedroom and witnessing his crude act, she reached behind her slender body and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom wide. Brian was gazing at her tight anal hole, she knew as his swinging balls battered the hairless mound of her mons. Would he fuck her there? she wondered, picturing his huge knob slipping past her anal ring and driving deep into the dank heat of her bowels. Would he pump his spunk deep into the humid depths of her rectum?

‘You really are a filthy slut,’ Brian gasped as the squelching sound when his rigid prick plunged into
Anne’s
vaginal juices mixed with Robin’s sperm resounded around the room. ‘God, you’re so wet.’

‘You
make
me wet,’ Anne breathed. ‘I’ll bet you never thought that you’d be fucking a teenage girl in your bedroom.’

‘I never thought that I’d be fucking anyone again in my life, let alone a horny little beauty like you.’

‘I’ll have to come round and measure up for bedroom furniture again. Of course, you’ll have to make it worth my while.’

‘I wondered when you’d ask for money. How much do you want?’

‘What am I worth?’

‘Does fifty per fuck suit you?’

‘Perfectly. Now, give me your spunk.’

Stifling her gasps of pleasure as her solid clitoris exploded in orgasm, Anne was beyond caring about right and wrong. If the old man wanted to pay her to fuck her and take her to massive orgasms, that was fine by her. The idea of prostituting herself didn’t bother her any more. Why shouldn’t she earn some cash from her young body? she thought as her orgasm peaked and she cried out in the grip of illicit ecstasy. Whimpering softly, she threw her head back and rocked her hips to meet Brian’s penile thrusts. If only his wife would walk in, she imagined wickedly, picturing the woman screaming before she left the house in disgust.

Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, Anne lay face down on the bed as Brian slipped his cock out of her newly spermed vagina and zipped his trousers. Breathing heavily in the aftermath of her wanton debauchery, she wondered what the hell she’d become as he tossed fifty pounds onto the bed. She was a prostitute, she thought anxiously as she felt his sperm oozing from her inflamed vaginal hole. Robin
had
flooded her young pussy with spunk, Brian had used her to satisfy his base desires … Rick, Dave … Who was next in line?

‘You’d better get out of here,’ Brian said, helping her up. ‘I don’t want my wife coming up here and finding you sprawled across her bed with my spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt.’

‘OK,’ Anne murmured softly, pulling her knickers up and adjusting her skirt.

‘Come on, I’ll see you out.’

Clutching the cash as she followed Brian down the stairs, Anne pondered on his crude words:
spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt
. She’d wanted to put an end to her obscene games, but the danger and exhilaration were too much to resist. How many more men would give her money in return for crude sex, she wondered as she said goodbye to Brian and left the house. Even if she did change her ways, she was a fully fledged prostitute now, and nothing would change that. She couldn’t turn the clock back.

It was dark but, as Anne neared her house, she could make out Hayley talking to Dave by the front gate. What was she up to? she wondered, creeping along behind a row of parked cars so as not to be seen. Moving closer, Anne heard Hayley asking Dave about Alan. She didn’t even know Alan, Anne mused, wondering what the hell was going on.

‘He’s usually in the pub,’ Dave said. ‘But he’s never mentioned you.’

‘As I said, I’m not happy with Robin. I’m sure that he’d arranged to meet someone after he’d walked me home this evening, so I might take Alan up on his offer and go out for a drink with him.’

‘He’s an old man,’ Dave said, chuckling. ‘He’s old enough to be your grandfather.’

‘I must admit that when he came up to me in the street and said that he was a friend of Anne’s I thought he was rather old. But older men are more caring. He reckoned that Anne had told him about me. God knows what’s she’d said to him but he seemed very keen to get to know me.’

‘So are you going to see him?’

‘He said that he’d be in the pub tomorrow evening so I might as well go along. How are you getting on with Anne? Is she still suspicious about us?’

‘I haven’t seen her,’ Dave sighed. ‘I don’t know what she’s up to. Anyway, I’d better be going.’

‘OK – I’ll see you soon.’

Watching as Hayley kissed Dave’s cheek, Anne felt her stomach churning.
Is she still suspicious about us?
Her sister’s words battering her young mind, she was certain now that the girl had been screwing Dave all along. How could she? she wondered angrily as Dave walked off and Hayley went into the house. And what the hell was Alan up to? He was trying to get into Hayley’s knickers, Anne mused as she walked up the path and opened the front door. She crept up the stairs, went into her room and closed the door.

This was war, she thought, tossing the fifty pounds she’d earned onto the bedside table. Flopping onto her bed and gazing up at the ceiling, she made her plans. She’d tell Alan that Hayley was a slut who’d pull her knickers down for any man. If Alan thought that Hayley was into crude sex and then lured her to the derelict house and suggested that she piss on his face … Grinning, Anne decided to spy on Hayley and Alan in the derelict house. She could hardly wait to see her big sister’s face when Alan dropped his trousers and displayed his erect cock.

Slipping her hand down the front of her spunk-drenched knickers, Anne massaged the solid nub of
her
sensitive clitoris. She needed sex and orgasms all the time, she thought as her eyes rolled and she arched her back. A blend of girl-juice and sperm oozed from her inflamed vaginal hole as she slipped her free hand beneath her thighs and thrust two fingers deep into her yearning vagina. Fingering her sex duct, massaging her solid clitoris, she gasped and writhed on her bed as she imagined several cocks shafting her tight holes and pumping spunk into her young body.

Her orgasm stirring within the depths of her quivering pelvis, Anne pulled the wet crotch of her knickers to one side and slipped a finger deep into her bottom-hole. The sensations drove her wild as she massaged the hot flesh deep inside her sex-inflamed holes. She cried out as her orgasm finally erupted.

‘My cunt,’ she breathed, trying to stifle her gasps. ‘God, my beautiful cunt.’ Forcing another finger deep into her rectal duct, Anne moaned through her nose as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core. Again and again, waves of pure sexual bliss crashed through her quivering flesh and she knew that she was hooked on crude sex. She’d take Robin up to her room and suck his cock while Hayley was in the next room getting ready to go out with him, she thought.

She’d steal all her sister’s boyfriends, fuck them and use them to satisfy her lust for obscene sexual acts. Her orgasm peaked again as she managed to drive a third finger deep into her bloated anal duct, taking her pleasure to hitherto unknown heights. Her mind brimming with images of hard cocks fucking her mouth, her rectum and vagina, she finally began to drift down from her amazing climax and lay convulsing on her bed.

‘God,’ Anne breathed as her fingers left her sex ducts. ‘I’ve never come so much in all my life.’ Her
eyes
closing as she curled up into a ball, she thought about screwing Robin in her bedroom. She’d also fuck Alan in his house while his wife was downstairs and then she’d meet Rick in the woods and then she’d screw Brian again and … Life was good, she mused as she drifted into a deep sleep.

Five

WEARING A VERY
short skirt and a skimpy crop-top, Anne arrived at the pub at six o’clock. Looking around, she noticed Dave chatting with a friend and wondered what time Hayley was due to arrive. She had to talk to Alan before Hayley turned up, she reckoned, formulating her plan. If he asked Hayley to go for a walk and they ended up at the derelict house …

‘Hello, stranger,’ Dave said, joining Anne as she sat at a table. ‘Where did you get to last night?’

‘I went out,’ she replied coldly.

‘I thought you were going to meet me.’

‘Seeing as you were with Hayley, I didn’t bother.’

‘I
wasn’t
with Hayley,’ he replied, frowning at her. ‘I bumped into her on my way home, but I—’

‘Don’t keep lying, Dave,’ Anne cut in. ‘I know that you two have been fucking behind my back.’

‘You’ve got it all wrong, Anne. Hayley and I—’

‘I’m not interested in the sordid details. Anyway, I don’t mind if you want to fuck her. By the way, you can tell her that I’m not suspicious any more.’

‘What did she say to you?’

‘It’s what she said to
you
that matters. She asked you whether I was suspicious about you two.’

‘No, she didn’t mean … How
do
you know what she said?’

‘I know everything, Dave. So, as I said, don’t keep lying to me.’

‘This is ridiculous,’ he sighed. ‘All I did was chat to Hayley on my way home last night. What is this thing that you have about her and me?’

‘I don’t have a thing any more. As I said, you can fuck her as much as you like.’

‘That’s the end of us, then?’

‘Yes, that’s the end of us.’

‘OK, if that’s what you want. But can we still be friends?’

‘Yes, of course. I’ll still see you in here and … oh, there’s Alan. I need to talk to him about something.’

‘Anne, are you going out with him?’ Dave asked, watching Alan head for the bar.

‘Going out with Alan? No, no, I’m not. Look, I’ll see you later. I want Alan to sit here so—’

‘Ok, I know when I’m not wanted,’ Dave sighed, leaving his seat and wandering back to his friend.

Anne took a deep breath as Alan turned and smiled at her. Wondering again what time Hayley would turn up, she sipped her drink as Alan walked over to her table and sat opposite her. Maybe Hayley would have a change of mind, she thought as Alan joked about her visit to Brian’s house and asked her whether she was enjoying her job as a salesperson. Brian had obviously blabbed his mouth off, she reflected. There again, what old man wouldn’t tell his friends if he’d fucked a teenage girl?

‘You’re seeing my sister tonight, then?’ Anne asked, grinning at him.

‘Oh, er … how do you know about that?’ Alan asked her sheepishly.

‘I know everything, Alan. So where did you meet her?’

‘In here. I’ve bumped into her a couple of times
and
… well, I saw her in the street and asked her out for a drink.’

‘She’s a right little slut so you should be well in there.’

‘You told me that she was—’

‘I lied. The truth is that Hayley will drop her knickers for any man. You should take her for a walk later. Take her to the derelict house, she’d like that.’

‘Really? Well, I was going to get to know her before trying anything but … Thanks, Anne, you’re an angel.’

‘She’s into water sports, so you’ll get on well with her. Although she does like to play hard to get.’

‘Right, I understand. So you reckon that I should take her to the house?’

‘Just suggest going for a walk, end up at the house and make out that you want to explore and … Once she’s inside, drop your trousers and she’ll be begging for it.’

‘But … the thing is … will you still meet me at the house? I mean, if you know that I’m screwing your sister …’

‘Of course I will. I wouldn’t want to miss out on your lovely cock. I’ll leave you to it. If she walks in and sees me chatting to you she might get the wrong idea.’

‘OK, thanks. She’s due here about now so I’ll go back to the bar.’

‘I’ll sit round the corner so she doesn’t see me. Good luck.’

‘I’ll let you know how I get on.’

Finding a table around the corner as Alan stood at the bar, Anne knew that Hayley would have a fit if he dropped his trousers and showed her his cock. But her sister deserved to be shocked, she reflected, imagining Alan suggesting that she should piss on his
face
. Leaving her seat every now and then and peering around the corner, she was beginning to think that Hayley wasn’t going to turn up. It was a shame, she thought, again imagining her sister’s face when Alan pulled his huge cock out and suggested that she should suck it. This was going to be fun, she was sure. But where was Hayley?

Hayley finally wandered into the pub and joined Alan at the bar. Anne felt alive with excitement. She spied on the unlikely couple, her stomach somersaulting as they chatted and appeared to be getting on well together. But would Hayley agree to go for a walk with Alan? If they did go to the house and Alan dropped his trousers, Hayley was bound to run off. That wouldn’t be a problem, Anne thought. If Hayley didn’t want Alan’s cock, then Anne would go into the house and enjoy it.

Anne downed two more drinks and finally breathed a sigh of relief as Alan and her sister left the pub. Keeping her distance behind them she was sure that they were going to the house as she followed them to the woods. Hayley was wearing a knee-length skirt which would make it easy for Alan to slip his hand between her thighs. The girl would scream and have a fit, Anne thought, giggling softly as she crept through the woods.

‘I used to come here when I was a kid,’ Hayley said as they approached the house. ‘I didn’t realise that the place was still standing.’

‘Let’s take a look inside,’ Alan suggested, walking through the front door.

Anne hid in the bushes beneath the front-room window and listened as she heard Alan talking to Hayley. They were in the front room, and Hayley was taking an interest in the house. But the real question was, would she take an interest in Alan’s cock? Anne
raised
her head and peered through the broken window. Watching with bated breath, mentally urging Alan to drop his trousers, she wished that she’d brought her camera with her. To have a photo of Hayley gazing at an old man’s erect penis would be amazing, she thought in her wickedness.