Wicked Obsession (8 page)

‘I’m fine, mum, honestly.’

‘You were sleeping. I think you need a few early nights.’

‘Yes, you’re right. Look, I have to go out. I’m meeting … I have to meet Dave in the pub.’

‘Well, don’t be too late home.’

‘I won’t.’

Anne left the house before her mother could suggest that she should eat something before going to the pub. She walked briskly down the lane to the woods. Her thoughts turning to Rick, she knew that he’d be calling at her house to see Hayley and she wanted to be there to entice him to the park. Unsure what to do about Dave as she followed the narrow path through the trees to the derelict house, she reckoned that he’d already be waiting in the pub for her. Opening the door and wandering into the house, she realised how exciting her life had become. This
was
far better than sitting alone in her room or listening to Dave and his friends talking about football, she mused as she wandered into the front room.

Wondering whether Alan’s friend was hiding somewhere, Anne grinned as she heard a dull thud in the hall. Her stomach somersaulting, her womb contracting, her excitement turned to apprehension as she realised that she was alone in the house with a stranger. This was crazy, she thought fearfully as she heard someone moving about in the hall. She should at least have made sure that Alan was there before venturing into the house.

‘God, you frightened me,’ she gasped as Alan walked into the room.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he breathed, looking her young body up and down.

‘What were you doing out there? Were you with someone?’

‘No, no, I was just …’ He paused, his dark eyes sparkling lustfully. ‘Would you mind if I brought a friend here?’ he finally asked her.

‘What do you mean, a friend? I thought this was our secret place.’

‘Yes, of course it is. I just wondered whether you’d like to have some fun with another man.’

‘I don’t know,’ she murmured. ‘How old is he?’

‘Age doesn’t matter, Anne,’ he said with a chuckle.

‘No, but—’

‘He likes young girls and he’s just looking for some fun, the same way you are. You like sexy fun, don’t you?’

‘Yes, very much. OK, I’ll think about it.’

‘Good girl. Now, why don’t you take your skirt and knickers off and show me your little pussy?’

‘I have a surprise for you,’ Anne said, giggling as she tugged her short skirt down. ‘I hope you like it.’

‘I’m sure I will.’

She stepped out of her skirt, pulled the front of her knickers down and displayed the hairless lips of her teenage pussy. His eyes widening, Alan knelt before her for a better look as she slipped her knickers off and stood with her feet wide apart. Anne knew that his friend was lurking somewhere, probably in the hall, feasting his eyes on her hairless crack, and she loved the notion of a voyeur. Her young womb contracting, her stomach fluttering, she leaned back and jutted her hips out to give the men a better view of her bald lips.

‘You’re wonderful,’ Alan breathed, reaching out and running his fingertip up and down her wetting crack. ‘God, you look so … so incredibly beautiful.’

‘I’m glad you like it,’ she said, keeping an eye on the door.

‘What man wouldn’t like it? Are you going to do a little piddle for me?’

‘Well, I …’

‘I want to watch it dribble from your tight crack and run down your legs, Anne.’

‘All right,’ she conceded, making sure that she was facing the door for her voyeur’s benefit. ‘I’ll try.’

Squeezing her muscles, Anne kept an eye on the door as her golden liquid trickled from her bald sex-slit and ran down her inner thighs. She could see movement through the crack in the door, and she knew that the other man was there as her rain splashed onto the floor between her parted feet. Alan also turned and looked at the door, obviously wondering whether his friend could see the girl’s arousing exhibition as he moved to one side. Knowing that she was being watched, Anne breathed deeply as her arousal soared and her golden trickle became a gush. Her legs wet, her feet splashed, she parted her swollen
pussy
lips and squirted her offering over the floor as the men watched.

Never had she felt so aroused. She realised that her young body was a powerful lure to older men. She really could have any man she wanted, she thought dreamily as her flow stemmed and globules of liquid dripped from the tight crack of her young pussy. Feeling alive with sex, Anne threw back her head and gasped as Alan licked the glistening lips of her pussy. Her clitoris swelling, her milky juices oozing between the wet lips of her pussy, she parted her feet as wide as she could.

‘You taste wonderful and you look beautiful,’ Alan breathed, lapping up her milky fluid. ‘I must take some more photos of you next time we’re here.’

‘Yes, I’d like that,’ Anne replied softly, realising that he would have shown his friend the photos he’d taken of her sucking his cock. ‘Have you shown anyone?’

‘No, no,’ he lied, parting her sex lips and lapping at her hot vaginal entrance. ‘They’re for my eyes only. Now, how about showing us your tits?’

‘Us? But there’s only you here.’

‘I meant … It’s an expression, show us your tits.’

As Alan licked and slurped between her parted lips, Anne wondered whether she should invite the other man to join in. Her arousal soaring to frightening heights, she imagined two tongues licking between her thighs, one teasing her anus and the other probing her drenched vagina. The notions thrilled her and she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the old armchair. Her nipples rose in the relatively cool air of the old house and she ran her hands over the firm mounds of her teenage breasts as Alan sucked her solid clitoris into his hot mouth.

Pinching and pulling on her nipples, Anne again imagined the second man kneeling behind her and teasing the sensitive eye of her anus with the tip of his tongue. Although she was now desperate to feel two snaking tongues between her slender thighs, she still wasn’t sure about inviting Alan’s friend to join in. He was so old, she thought as her juices of lust streamed down her inner thighs in rivers of milk. But did that matter? she wondered in her rising sexual frenzy. A tongue was a tongue … Even if the owner was another girl?

‘You’d better come in,’ she called.

‘Who are you talking to?’ Alan asked her, looking up and frowning.

‘Your friend, the man in the hall,’ Anne replied. ‘He might as well join us.’

‘How the hell did you know—’

‘Come in,’ she called again. ‘I need two tongues, so come here.’

The man looked rather sheepish as he wandered into the room and stared into her wide eyes. Anne thought how old he looked as she scrutinised his lined face, and she reckoned that he hadn’t seen a naked teenage girl in decades. Feeling a little sorry for him as he gazed longingly at the petite mounds of her young breasts, she realised that she was beginning to understand old men. They looked at teenage girls at every opportunity and imagined their firm bodies, they longed to touch and lick … But the opportunity never arose. She had what they wanted, she concluded as the man reached out and toyed with the brown protrusion of her erect nipple. And they had experience.

The men said nothing as they ran their hands over her naked body and admired the beauty of her mounds and crevices. Although Anne was becoming
used
to baring the most intimate parts of her young body, the thrill was always there. Men gazing at the swell of her pussy lips and her tight sex crack, her small breasts and elongated nipples, never failed to send quivers through her womb. The feel of their hands exploring her nakedness, the thought of their wide eyes feasting on her nudity, sent her arousal soaring.

As the old man knelt before her and examined the fleshy swell of her pussy lips, Alan moved behind her and parted the rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks. This was what she’d wanted, Anne thought dreamily as her pussy lips were stretched apart to expose her ripe clitoris and milk-dripping vaginal hole. The tongues teasing her, licking her anus and lapping at the pink funnel of flesh surrounding the wet entrance of her sex sheath … she breathed heavily and gazed up at the cracked ceiling. This was heaven, she thought as the men worked between her slender thighs. This was sheer sexual ecstasy.

Her clitoris swelled painfully as she wallowed in the complete and utter degradation of her young body and she let out a gasp of pleasure as she listened to the slurping sounds of crude sex. Hayley hadn’t lived, Anne reflected, trying to imagine the girl with two men tonguing her sex holes. Apart from a couple of boyfriends and stealing Dave from her little sister, she hadn’t lived and fucked and … As fingers slipped deep into her contracting vagina, Anne looked around her as if she’d just woken from a dream. She was supposed to be getting her own back on Hayley, she reminded herself, wondering what on earth she was doing with two old men as a finger drove deep into her tight rectal duct. This wasn’t what she’d planned.

‘I don’t have much time,’ she breathed as the finger massaged the hot inner flesh of her rectum. ‘I have to get home and—’

‘We’ve barely started,’ Alan interrupted her, his face grinning as he looked up at her. ‘Give Brian a chance to have some fun.’

‘No, I have to go,’ Anne murmured.

‘Not yet, Anne,’ Alan said sternly. ‘It’s not fair to take us this far and then bugger off.’

He was right, she knew as the men continued to lick the tight holes between her thighs. She should never have got herself into this predicament, she reflected. She’d been with two teenage lesbians, with Rick, with Dave, and now two old men were tonguing between her legs. She should have stuck to her original plan and stolen Hayley’s boyfriends rather than become a common whore. But as the men rose to their feet and carried her naked body over to the old armchair she knew that it was too late to turn the clock back.

‘I’ll do her tight little pussy,’ Brian said as Alan pushed Anne down over the back of the chair. ‘It’s been years since I’ve had my cock in a dirty slut’s tight little cunny.’

‘I’ll take her mouth,’ Alan breathed, moving to the front of the chair and lifting Anne’s head up. ‘Two cocks, Anne,’ he said with a chuckle as he pressed his purple plum against her pursed lips. ‘Who’s a lucky little slut, then?’

Before she could answer, he’d pushed his swollen knob into her wet mouth. The other old man drove his erect penis deep into the contracting sheath of her teenage vagina and she breathed heavily through her nose, wondering what she’d become. From a relatively innocent eighteen-year-old girl she’d turned into a wanton whore, a filthy slut. She’d enjoyed the sex, the danger and excitement, but this wasn’t what she’d planned. This was all Hayley’s fault, she thought as the double-ended fucking rocked her young body.

‘You’re a little beauty,’ Brian gasped, repeatedly ramming his bulbous knob against her creamy-wet cervix. ‘You’re a dream come true.’

‘I told you that she was a horny little tart,’ Alan said triumphantly. ‘You love it, don’t you, Anne?’

Moaning through her nose, Anne pondered on his words.
A horny little tart
. Never had she dreamed that she’d become a tart and allow two old men to push their solid cocks into her young body. But what worried her most was that she was enjoying the crude sex acts. Her pussy milk squelching with the crude double shafting as she sucked and mouthed on the swollen knob bloating her pretty mouth, she knew that she could never give up her exciting new way of life.

Brian announced that he was coming as Alan’s knob swelled within her gobbling mouth, and Anne felt her clitoris swell and her young womb contract as her own orgasm welled from the depth of her pelvis. This was wrong, she thought, her naked body shaking uncontrollably as her vaginal duct flooded with the old man’s creamy sperm. Her mouth overflowing with Alan’s spunk, she tried to comprehend her uncharacteristic behaviour but then her orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her clitoris.

‘More, more,’ she gasped as her young body rocked with the double-ended shafting.

‘You’ll have plenty more,’ Brian breathed as he grabbed her shapely hips and repeatedly drove his throbbing knob deep into her spasming sex sheath.

‘You’ll be drowning in spunk before we’ve finished with you,’ Alan added.

Her eyes rolling, her breathing fast and shallow, Anne cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy as she rode the crest of her incredible climax. The men gasped as they shafted each end of her young body and drained their swinging balls and Anne knew that,
in
their eyes, she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be used and abused. But she was coming to accept her new role, and she wondered whether she could make some money from selling her services to sad and lonely old men.

Prostitution. The word battered her tormented mind as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core. The penises were hard, shafting her pretty mouth and her young vagina, and Anne thought again that she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be fucked. She hadn’t taken money for sex, she reflected. But this was as good as prostitution. A cocktail of her sex milk and sperm streaming down her inner thighs, her mouth overflowing as she did her best to swallow the male cream, she wondered how far she’d go in her debauchery. Would she take a cock into her young pussy as another forced its way deep into her tight rectum? she mused anxiously as her orgasm faded. How far would she go in the name of sexual degradation?

As the men slipped their deflating penises out of her trembling body, Anne hauled her trembling body upright and wiped her sperm-glossed lips with the back of her hand. The men chuckled and talked about her as if she wasn’t there, and she knew that she had to put a stop to her debauchery. Grabbing her clothes and dressing, she ignored their crude comments about her sex holes. They wanted to meet her there the following evening, they wanted to use and abuse her for their own sexual satisfaction, but she declined.

‘I can’t,’ she breathed softly as she finished dressing and headed for the door.

‘The following day, then?’ Alan persisted.

‘I have to go,’ Anne said, leaving the room and fleeing the house.