Wicked Obsession (18 page)

‘And two in her mouth – make her swallow a pint of come.’

‘We should bring old Fred with us, he’d like to use the slut’s arse.’

Anne listened to the crude conversation as she lay writhing and gasping on the floor with sperm oozing from the burning holes between her wet thighs. They’d finished with her, she was sure, as they talked about going to the pub for a beer. That was it, she thought. The old men had used and abused her, they’d paid for their pleasure, and now they were going to the pub to chat about the dirty little slut they’d fucked and spunked in.

As the men dressed and left, Brian helped Anne up and smiled at her. Her hair dishevelled, sperm dribbling down her chin, streaming down her inner thighs, she was exhausted in the aftermath of her pioneering treble fucking. Brian was nice, she thought as he dressed her. He was a dirty old pervert, but he was also caring. Wondering whether the men would bring Fred with them next time, she imagined four cocks shafting her fleshy holes. Five men, six, seven …

‘You’d better get home,’ Brian said as he finished dressing her.

‘I’ll stay here for a while,’ Anne breathed shakily, plonking herself in the old armchair. ‘You go and join the others in the pub.’

‘Well, if you’re sure?’

‘Yes, I’m sure. I’ll see you again. OK?’

‘Are you up for it again?’

‘Definitely. We’ll arrange it when I next see you in the pub.’

‘You look after yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow in the pub.’

As Brian left the house, Anne closed her eyes and reflected on the debauched acts she’d performed with the old men. ‘Slut’ wasn’t strong enough a word to describe her, she thought as she felt her knickers soaking up a deluge of sperm. Slut, whore, tart … From a relatively innocent teenage girl, she’d become a wanton prostitute. Looking around the room, she smiled. How many more men would she entertain in the derelict house? How many cocks would she take into her mouth, her young vagina and tight rectum … Leaving the chair as she heard someone walk into the hall, she held her breath. Had the men come back for more?

‘Hi, Rachael,’ Jack said as he appeared in the doorway. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I’m … I often come here to think,’ Anne replied, wondering how he knew about the old house. ‘Have you been here before?’

‘No, no. Hayley told me about this place. I’m on my way to see her, so I thought I’d take a look.’

‘Oh, right. So, are you two back together again?’

‘She told me that you’re her sister. Why did you come to my place and—’

‘Are you angry with me?’

‘No, I just wondered why you said all that stuff about her.’

‘It’s a long story, Jack. My name’s Anne, by the way.’

‘She’s not at all happy with you.’

‘I’m sorry, Jack. I knew that there’d be a lot of trouble but … You could lie, say that it was some other girl who went to see you. She’d never know, would she?’

‘You’re right, it might be best. We don’t want any problems, especially as I’m going to be your brother-in-law.’

‘That means that we can still fuck,’ Anne said, giggling as she stared at the bulging crotch of his jeans.

‘Anne, I’m going to marry your sister. I don’t think that we should—’

‘Fuck? Why not? Hayley will never find out.’

‘You’re a naughty little girl.’

‘You’re not the first man to say that. We could have some fun, Jack. Imagine you coming to my house and Hayley introducing you to me. She’ll never know that we’ve been fucking. We could fuck on your wedding day – imagine that.’

‘I am imagining it, and I can feel trouble brewing.’

‘Don’t be silly. If there’s no danger, there’s no excitement.’

‘I’d better be going or she’ll wonder where I am.’

‘Fuck me before you go.’

‘Anne, I—’

‘Fuck me, Jack. Do my cunt hard, and then go and see my big sister.’

Kneeling in front of him, Anne unbuckled his belt and tugged down his jeans. His cock rising, Jack looked down at her as she licked his rolling balls and ran her wet tongue up and down his veined shaft. He couldn’t resist her, she knew as his cock stiffened fully and he began to tremble. She’d just about completed her quest, she reflected. She was with the man whom Hayley intended to marry, seeing him behind her back and using his cock for her own satisfaction. But she was obsessed with sex, with taking her sister’s men, and she knew that she wouldn’t stop here.

Fully retracting Jack’s foreskin and taking his purple knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth, Anne snaked her wet tongue over its silky-smooth surface and savoured the salty taste. Another huge cock and another load of sperm, she thought happily, wanking his solid shaft and cupping his full balls in the palm of her hand. Jack and Hayley would soon be man and wife, and Anne would steal his cock whenever it took her fancy. It would be a nice arrangement, Anne mused wickedly.

Sucking and gobbling on Jack’s bulbous middle-aged knob, she knew that her sister was innocent. She wasn’t a prostitute and she doubted that she’d screwed Dave in the park. She’d gone to the derelict house and fucked Brian, she reflected. But that had been Anne’s idea: she’d put Brian up to it, and Hayley had enjoyed her last fling before marrying Jack. Hayley was completely innocent, but that
wasn’t
going to stop Anne’s quest for sexual gratification with Jack or any other man.

Breathing heavily, Jack moaned softly as his sperm gushed into Anne’s gobbling mouth and bathed her snaking tongue. She swallowed hard repeatedly, drinking the fresh cream from her soon-to-be brother-in-law’s throbbing knob, and she wondered how much sperm she could gulp down in one day. Life was exciting, Anne thought as she wanked Jack’s rock-hard shaft and kneaded his heaving balls. Especially as she was sucking Hayley’s future husband’s cock and drinking the sperm that should have been her sister’s.

‘You really are a naughty little girl,’ Jack breathed as she slipped his deflating knob out of her sperm-bubbling mouth. ‘I ought to spank you for the way you’ve behaved.’

‘I wish you would,’ Anne replied, with a giggle. ‘I could do with a good spanking.’

‘Telling me that Hayley has lots of men, and then pulling your knickers down and—’

‘Talking of pulling my knickers down,’ she cut in, ‘I hope you’re going to fuck me on your wedding day.’

‘I have no doubt that I’ll slide my cock into your tight little pussy after the ceremony. The only thing is, if Hayley ever finds out that we’ve been—’

‘Well, I’m not going to tell her. Don’t worry, Jack. We won’t get caught.’

‘God, I hope not. Look, I’d better be going. Are you going home now?’

‘No, I’ll stay here for a while. Don’t forget to tell Hayley that I wasn’t the girl who went to your place. Say that it was someone tall with red hair or something.’

‘OK, will do. I’ll see you soon, I hope.’

‘I hope so, too. Be a good boy.’

‘Yeah, right.’

As she watched him leave the room, Anne knew that she should go home. It was getting late and dusk was falling, but she didn’t feel like ending the day yet. Her knickers were soaked with sperm, she was exhausted, she looked like she’d been dragged through a bush backwards … She looked like a common slut, she mused, wondering whether to go to the pub for a drink. Leaving the house before it got dark, she walked along the lane and thought about the vicar. Would he be in the church? she wondered. Her young body had had enough sex for one day, but she wanted more.

Nearing the church, Anne noticed that the doors were open and she slipped inside. The tight holes between her slender thighs ached, but the notion of another cock shafting her thrilled her. It had been a good day, she reflected as she neared the altar. The vicar, Brian and his two friends, Jack … Just one more fuck before going home, she thought, walking across the church to the small office. Hearing the vicar on the phone, she hovered outside the door and listened.

‘She’s eighteen and she shaves,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘No, no. Fifty pounds. Oh yes, well worth the money. Yes, that’s right. As you know, I’ve been trying to get hold of one of the local girls for years.’

Grinning, Anne knew that he was talking about her. Was he on the phone to another vicar? she wondered excitedly. Maybe he could get her another client, she thought, imagining several cassocked men with stiff cocks lining up at the altar. The vicar finally finished his phone call so Anne wandered into his office and grinned at him. He looked surprised to see her, but he was soon looking her up and down and licking his narrow lips.

‘Have you come back for more?’ he asked her.

‘If you have another fifty pounds, then yes, I have.’

‘I can’t afford it twice in one day,’ he sighed. ‘How about a freebie for a regular customer?’

‘It’s a shame you haven’t got any money. I was going to sell you some photographs of my sister sucking an old man’s cock.’

‘What?’ the priest gasped, frowning at her. ‘You mean to say that Hayley—’

‘I mean to say that I have photos of Hayley getting mouth-fucked.’

‘May I take a look at the photos?’

‘I haven’t printed them yet, they’re still on my camera. You’d like to get inside her knickers, wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes, very much so.’

‘You could use the photos to blackmail her.’

‘Now that’s a thought. So you’d stand back and watch me blackmail your sister?’

‘Yes, why not? She’s always been better than me, she’s always done well at everything and … well, it’s time she was brought down a little.’

‘How much do you want for the photos?’

‘One hundred.’

‘You drive a hard bargain, Anne.’

‘And you drive a hard cock, vicar. Come on, you can do me over the altar for free.’

Eagerly following her out of the office, the priest closed and locked the church doors before joining Anne by the altar. She didn’t intend to sell him the photographs, she thought as she watched him pull his cassock over his head and throw it over a pew. She was just winding him up, teasing him. Following his instructions, she stripped naked and lay on the altar. He was a sad pervert, she mused, looking up at the roof as he stood by the altar and grabbed a huge
church
candle. But he might bring her more clients, so it was worth playing along with him.

‘A sacrifice,’ he said, chuckling as he parted her thighs wide and focused on the gaping crack of her hairless pussy. ‘I’ll offer your naked body to the Devil.’

‘You are the Devil,’ Anne quipped. ‘I wonder what you’re going to do with that candle?’

‘Stuff it right up your tight little cunt,’ the vicar replied unashamedly. ‘I’d love to get Hayley on the altar and give her a good candle-fucking.’

‘Why?’ Anne breathed, gazing at the candle as he pushed the rounded end between the swollen lips of her pussy. ‘Do you think that she’s better than me?’

‘No, it’s not that she’s better than you. I look upon her as a challenge. I’ve always got the impression that she’s a prude. To get her naked on the altar and give her a damned good candle-fucking would bring her down a peg or two.’

‘It would bring her an orgasm or two,’ Anne said, grimacing as the huge wax shaft stretched her vaginal canal open wide. ‘God,’ she gasped. ‘It’s too big.’

‘You wait until I force another candle up your tight little arse,’ the priest said, finally pushing the wax phallus fully home.

Anne grimaced again as he worked the candle in and out of her inflamed sex sheath and muttered crude words about tight virgin schoolgirls. Did other girls visit him? she wondered as he leaned over her naked body and sucked her elongated nipple into his hot mouth. He’d said that he didn’t see other girls, but she didn’t believe him. A sad old pervert like the vicar would forever be chasing after fresh young girls and trying to lure them into the church for sessions of debauched sex.

Taking another candle from the altar, the vicar rolled Anne’s naked body over and parted the firm
cheeks
of her rounded bottom. She squealed as he pushed the end of the candle hard against her tight anal ring but as the shaft slipped past her defeated anal sphincter muscles the sensations drove her into a sexual frenzy. Her sex holes bloated, stretched to the limit, she whimpered and trembled uncontrollably as he twisted the candles within her inflamed sheaths.

This wasn’t sex, Anne mused dreamily as the priest sank his teeth into the firm flesh of her naked bottom. This was depraved abuse of a teenage girl’s naked body, but she wasn’t complaining. Her young womb contracting, her clitoris swelling against the solid shaft of the candle bloating her vaginal duct, she’d never known such heavenly sensations. The candles were far bigger than the cocks she’d taken into her tight sex holes, and she wondered just how far her hot ducts would stretch open.

As the vicar clambered onto the altar and yanked the waxen phallus out of her burning anal sheath, Anne knew that he was going to drive his cock deep into her bowels. His bulbous old knob pressed hard against her inflamed anus and she let out a rush of breath as his penile shaft glided deep into the very core of her quivering body. His huge shaft repeatedly withdrawing and again driving deep into her restricted rectal canal, his swinging balls battering the end of the candle emerging from her inflamed vaginal cavern, he found his rhythm.

‘You’re so hot and tight,’ the priest gasped, his hands resting on the altar either side of her head as he rocked his hips and pummelled her bowels with his swollen knob. ‘I’ll get Hayley in this position if it’s the last thing I do.’

Anne said nothing as he abused her tight rectum, but she did imagine her sister naked on the altar with a candle embedded deep within her tight pussy and
the
vicar’s penis doing her hot rectal tube. Hayley would be with Jack now, she thought. She’d be introducing him to her parents, announcing their wedding plans. Her mother would be pleased and her father would be indifferent, but Anne was delighted to think that she was going to have a sex-crazed brother-in-law who would get his hands inside her knickers at every opportunity.

The vicar’s creamy sperm lubricated Anne’s burning anal duct as he repeatedly thrust his knob into the dank heat of her bowels with a vengeance. More spunk, Anne mused as her clitoris pulsated against the solid shaft of the candle and erupted in orgasm. She’d never been fucked so much in her life, she thought in her sexual delirium. Jack, Brian and his two friends, and the vicar twice in one day … This had to be the last cock until tomorrow, she decided as sperm oozed from her sore anus.