Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  'Think yourself lucky,' the man pushing his cock into Samantha's mouth laughed. 'A man of your age fucking a young tart...'

  'I'm only forty-five,' the man retorted.

  Forty-five? Samantha mused. She'd not realized how old the men were. They'd obviously gate-crashed the party looking for sex. Samantha had enjoyed being chatted up, thought it would be a laugh to go to the church and... The men quipping about each others' ages, Samantha was shocked to learn that the man fucking her mouth was in his fifties. The alcohol had blurred her vision at the party. She recalled the three men chatting to her, suggesting that they go to the church to have some fun. But she'd not realized how old they were.

  Her pussy flooding with sperm, her naked body rocking, she swallowed hard as her mouth filled with sperm. A finger slipping between the taut cheeks of her buttocks, she jolted as a finger drove deep into the tight sheath of her rectal duct and massaged her inner flesh. She vaguely recalled the crude abuse of her body as she repeatedly swallowed the gushing sperm flooding her mouth. She'd been spanked, arse-fucked... And the vicar had witnessed it all from his office.

  Looking up at the man as he slipped his spent cock out of her mouth, Samantha thought that she recognized him. To her horror, she realized he was a friend of her father. Looking back, she recalled him asking her about the party, asking whether she'd had a good time. He had obviously been trying to discover whether or not she could remember him fucking her. Several times over the months after he'd asked her about the party. She hadn't recognized him as one of her abusers, but now...

  Her naked body was rolled over as the other man yanked his deflating cock out of her sperm-flooded vagina. She lay on her stomach and gripped the sides of the altar as her legs were pulled wide apart. As one man tried to force his fist deep into her pussy, another began spanking the taut flesh of her naked buttocks. The pain permeating her anal globes, she couldn't believe that one of the men was her father's friend. He'd never visited the house, but she knew him from the odd occasion when he'd picked her father up in his car to go to some business meeting or other. She couldn't even recall his name, but she knew that he had something to do with her father's work.

  'Hold her down,' a man breathed, clambering onto the altar. Samantha could feel hands clutching her thighs and arms as the man's solid glans stabbed at her anal entrance. His huge knob slipping past her defeated anal sphincter muscles, gliding along the tight tube of her rectum, he let out a sigh of satisfaction as he completely impaled her on his massive penis. Feeling as if her pelvic cavity was inflating to bursting point, that her anal ring was about to split open, she stared wide-eyed at a bulbous knob hovering close to her mouth as her head was pulled up by her hair.

  'A double-ended fuck,' the owner of the engorged cock laughed, driving his knob to the back of Samantha's throat. The inflamed tissue of her anus rolling back and forth along the huge penis fucking her tight arse, her mouth bloated by another massive prong, her eyes bulged as a finger slipped into her anal canal alongside the solid organ. A hand slipping beneath her naked body, fingers forcing their way into the tight sheath of her sperm-drenched cunt, she knew that the crude sex had only just begun.

  She recalled staggering home late that fateful night and swaying as she'd almost fallen through the front door before climbing the stairs to her bed. Thankfully, her parents hadn't woken. Thinking that she was sleeping over at a friend's house, they'd not been expecting her. Had they seen the state she was in, they'd have questioned her far into the night, probably grounded her for several months. She'd woken the following morning with a blinding headache, and with sperm oozing from the burning holes between her slender thighs. Zak had asked her where she'd got to, and she'd lied about feeling ill and going home early. She'd never mentioned the church to anyone. Not knowing who the men were, she'd blocked out all memories of her night of wanton whoredom.

  'Coming,' the man fucking the tight sheath of her rectal canal gasped, his spunk lubricating the illicit pistoning of her burning arse and gushing deep into her bowels. As sperm sprayed from the dilated hole of her anus, she realized that she'd tried to block out all memories of that night because of her guilt. She'd done her best to erase memories of her visits to the vicar's office because she'd blamed herself for leading the man on. She wasn't the innocent teenage girl she'd thought herself to have been, she knew.

  'Swallow it,' the man shafting her pretty mouth gasped as his spunk jetted from his throbbing glans and filled her gobbling mouth. Complying with his crude request, Samantha drank from his fountainhead, sperm dribbling down her chin as spunk trickled from her pistoned arse and bathed the valley of her teenage cunt. This was sex at its crudest, she mused as fingers massaged her inner vaginal flesh. Her body used and abused, she knew that she'd been only too willing to commit the vulgar acts with the three men.

  She was going to have to accept that she had behaved like a common slut, she knew as her clitoris swelled, sending wondrous ripples of illicit sex through her convulsing womb. Perhaps that night in the tent with Jane had sparked her curiosity in sex, she reflected. Perhaps the vicar's interest in her body had excited her, had caused her to lead him on. Perhaps the time she'd cheated on Zak... That was another skeleton she'd not only locked in the cupboard but had denied existed.

  She'd just got serious with Zak, meeting him after school and spending weekends with him, when someone else caught her eye. Chris was in his late twenties, and had an eye for the girls. Samantha had met him at the school disco. He'd gone there to pick up his younger sister and had got chatting with Samantha. Talking about her beautiful hair, admiring her curvaceous body, he'd made her feel good. He'd arranged to meet her in the woods behind the church the following afternoon after school. She'd lied to Zak, saying that she was going to a friend's house after school.

  Meeting Chris in the woods, Samantha had felt grown up when he'd taken her head in his hands and kissed her full mouth. She recalled her juices of arousal seeping into her school knickers, her clitoris swelling, as he'd squeezed her breasts through her white blouse. She'd played around with Zak, wanking his cock as he'd masturbated her clitoris to orgasm. But she'd not gone any further with him. When the young man pulled her down onto the soft grass and slipped his hand up her skirt, she knew that she wanted full-blown sex.

  Chris was so much older than Zak, and so much more experienced. His finger slipping between the tight elastic of Samantha's knickers and the top of her inner thigh, he'd massaged the soft swell of her pussy lips. She'd melted in his arms, desperate to feel his solid cock gliding into the tight shaft of her vagina. Within minutes, he'd stripped her naked and was sucking her sensitive milk teats into his hot mouth, massaging her clitoris and fingering her virginal cunt.

  'Please, I want you to take me,' Samantha recalled begging him as he'd slipped out of his clothes and settled between her splayed legs. His penis had glided deep into her cunt with ease, filling her, bloating her pelvic cavity as she gasped and squirmed in her sexual ecstasy beneath his muscular body. She'd looked up at the trees high above her as she'd listened to the squelching sound of her vaginal juices. He was big, his huge cock almost splitting her pussy open as he pistoned her body gently. Increasing his fucking rhythm, he'd rocked her, breathed words of love as his swinging balls repeatedly smacked the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom. Breathing heavily, he'd pumped his spunk deep into her cunt as she reached her shuddering orgasm and cried out in her ecstasy beneath the swaying trees.

  Samantha had thought that she'd found love as Chris had fucked her and taken her to her sexual heaven. He'd slipped his spent penis out of her inflamed vagina and licked and sucked her clitoris to another mind-blowing climax. He'd mouthed her milk-teats, fucked her again and taken her to heights of sexual satisfaction she'd never thought existed. She'd arranged to meet him again, but he hadn't turned up. Later she'd heard that he was married. Devastated, she'd thrown herself at Zak, fucking him at every opportunity in an effort to forget about Chris. What other skeletons was she den
ying? She asked herself the question as the three men rolled her onto her back and ran their hands over her naked teenage body...

  'Hi,' Anne breathed, wandering into the lounge with the quilt wrapped around her.

  'Oh, er... Good morning,' Samantha said, looking around the room and wondering what had brought her back from the church. 'You slept well.'

  'God, I was so tired last night. What time is it?'

  'Ten-thirty. Would you like some tea or coffee?'

  'Tea, please. Where are my clothes?'

  'I washed them last night. I'll put them in the tumble drier in a minute. So, what are we going to do with you?'

  'I don't know,' Anne sighed, sitting on the sofa next to Samantha. 'All this stuff about going back in time... I can't believe that—'

  'I'll prove it to you,' Samantha cut in. Leaping to her feet and switching the television on, Samantha found a news channel. 'Watch,' she said, moving to the door. 'You'll soon see that we're in two thousand and two. I'll go and make the tea.'

  Leaving the room, Samantha went into the kitchen and filled the kettle. Wondering whether to return to the barn to try to discover the identity of the men, she realized that there'd be no point. Pondering on the kidnapping, the fact that the girl had never been found, she wondered whether it was down to her intervention. Anne had vanished, the men had never been caught... Eight years was a long time, she reflected, wondering whether she could somehow make Anne appear older.

  Recalling the events in the church as she waited for the kettle to boil, Samantha shook her head. She'd been only too willing, she reflected. And she'd fucked Chris in the woods and lied to Zak. Pouring the tea, she realized again that she had to accept that she hadn't been the sweet young girl she'd thought she was. A common slut? Or simply a girl experimenting with sex? Where was Chris now? She turned the questions over in her mind as she carried the tea into the lounge.

  'I didn't put sugar in it,' she said, placing the cup on the table.

  'Thanks,' Anne murmured abstractedly. 'I've been watching the news and... How the hell did I move forward eight years?'

  'I don't know,' Samantha replied, gazing out of the window. 'I don't know how I'm able to go back in time, let alone bring you forward. The point is, what do we do now that you're here? I can't take you back to the barn.'

  'How about taking me back to just before I was kidnapped?'

  'I'm not sure, but I don't think that's possible. The newspapers, the TV news... Everything would have to change if you hadn't been kidnapped. You can't just appear out of thin air and go home. Apart from your age...'

  'I know,' Anne sighed. 'I've been thinking about that. All I can do is... I don't know what I'm going to do.'

  'Don't worry about it now. You can stay here for the time being. In a few days we'll find you a job and a flat and—'

  'I'm too young to get my own flat.'

  'Anne, you're going to have to lie about your age. As for your identity, you'll need a National Insurance number and... I really don't know what to do.'

  'How about a fake passport? And a birth certificate?'

  'That's a thought. I'll make some enquiries. I don't think you should leave the flat. Someone might recognize you and... We'll change your hair and get you some new clothes. With make-up, I'm sure we can add a few years to your looks. Do you have brothers or sisters?'

  'No, I'm an only child. How about telling people that I'm your sister?'

  'That's a good idea. I'd be able to vouch for you and... I might even be able to get you a job at the newspaper. I'm a journalist, by the way. Anne, what we did in the barn...'

  'I liked doing that to you,' the girl confessed sheepishly.

  'Did you? Have you ever done that with another girl?'

  'No, I haven't.'

  'No boyfriends?'

  'No. There is... there was one boy at school I liked. I suppose he's eight years older now.'

  'You're very attractive, Anne. But you're also younger than me and I don't think we should...'

  'I'm very hot,' Anne breathed, tossing the quilt aside and revealing her curvaceous body as she reclined on the sofa. 'It must be summertime.'

  'Yes, yes, it is,' Samantha replied, gazing longingly at the younger girl's full sex lips rising either side of her creamy-pink vulval crack. 'I'd better go and dry your clothes.'

  'Sam, what I did to you in the barn... Do you want to do it to me?'

  'I... I don't think we should,' Samantha breathed, her clitoris swelling between her fleshy love lips.

  'Why not?'

  'Because... When I was your age, I did things that I now regret. I've only just realized that... It doesn't matter what I've realized. The thing is that you're young, you're learning and...'

  'If I'm learning, then you can help by teaching me.'

  'Yes, but... It's not that simple, Anne. When you're older, you won't thank me for... If we were to...'

  'What did you do when you were my age?'

  'I fucked men. In fact, I allowed three men to fuck me on a church altar.'

  'Three at once?' the girl gasped.

  'I'm not proud of it, Anne. The point is—'

  'Please,' Anne begged, her blue eyes wide. 'Please teach me.'

  'All right,' Samantha finally conceded, settling on the floor between Anne's feet as her inner desires got the better of her.

  Lying back and parting her thighs wide, the teenager closed her eyes as Samantha kissed the gentle rise of her mons. Breathing in her girl-scent, Samantha tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked the protective hood of Anne's inflating clitoris. Wondering whether the girl masturbated, she tasted the pinken flesh of her sex crack, repeatedly sweeping her tongue around her stiffening pleasure button. Breathing heavily, Anne parted her thighs further, her slender fingers peeling her love lips open, exposing the intricate folds nestling within her sex valley to Samantha's inquisitive tongue.

  Moving back, Samantha gazed at the girl's gaping sex hole, the intact membrane of her hymen. Should she tear open Anne's curtain of innocence? She thought about this, licking the pink funnel of creamy-wet flesh surrounding the teenager's vaginal entrance. Pushing her tongue into the girl's sex hole, licking the creamy walls of her tight pussy, Samantha sucked out her lubricious juices of desire. Mouthing and sucking on the girl's inner lips, repeatedly driving her tongue into her wet hole, Samantha felt her own juices of lesbian lust seeping between her engorged vaginal labia and soaking into the tight material of her panties.

  'That's nice,' Anne breathed, her naked body beginning to tremble. 'I like the feel of your tongue inside me.'

  'You taste heavenly,' Samantha gasped, lapping up the girl's sex juices. 'Would you like to feel my fingers inside you?'

  'Yes, yes, I would,' Anne groaned, her naked body squirming as her pleasure built.

  Slipping a finger into the tight sheath of the virgin's vagina, Samantha massaged her inner flesh. She was so tight, Samantha mused, the exquisite sheath of her sex-wet cunt lovingly hugging Samantha's massaging finger. Sucking on Anne's erect clitoris, her tongue snaking over the sensitive tip, Samantha drove a second finger deep into the girl's vaginal duct. Watching her stomach rising and falling, Samantha knew that she was about to come as she pistoned her sex sheath. Gasping, her naked body shaking uncontrollably, Anne arched her back and let out a rush of breath.

  'Coming,' she cried, clutching Samantha's head and grinding her rubicund cunt-flesh hard against the older girl's mouth. Her orgasming juices spewing from her pistoned vagina, running in rivers of milk over Samantha's hand, she moaned as if in agony while her orgasm peaked. Samantha was amazed by the girl's copious flow of sex juices. Streaming from her bloated sex sheath, her cunt-milk splattered the pale flesh of her inner thighs as her vaginal muscles spasmed. Slipping her fingers out of the wailing girl's pussy, Samantha drove her tongue into her drenched sex duct and licked the creamy walls of her contracting cunt.

  Breathing heavily, Anne shuddered as Samantha's finger slipped between the firm cheeks of h
er rounded bottom and drove deep into her tight rectal sheath. Sucking hard, Samantha drew out the girl's orgasmic milk, repeatedly swallowing the cream as she finger-fucked Anne's tight bottom. Anne cried out again, squirming as her pleasure rocked her very soul. This was probably the most intense orgasm the girl had ever experienced, Samantha mused, driving a second finger into her tightening anal canal. Shaking violently, her whimpers of sexual pleasure resounding around the room, Anne lifted her legs and pressed her knees against the firm mounds of her breasts to allow Samantha deeper penetration of her rectal duct. Losing control to her base desires, Samantha forced a third finger into Anne's spasming anal canal, stretching her tight hole open to the extreme as she finger-fucked her hot arse.

  'No,' Anne breathed as Samantha tried to push her fourth finger past the taut tissue of her rectal ring. Ignoring the girl, Samantha managed to impale her on all four fingers as she sucked her pulsating clitoris into her wet mouth. 'God, my bum,' Anne gasped, her anal sphincter muscles gripping Samantha's thrusting fingers like a velvet-jawed vice. This was lesbian sex at its crudest, Samantha mused, deciding to tongue-fuck the girl's rectum once she'd come down from her shuddering climax. Debased in the extreme, crude, vulgar...

  Wondering what sort of person she'd become as she slipped her slimed fingers out of the girl's rectal sheath, Samantha knew that she couldn't help herself as she forced her victim to roll over. Yanking the rounded cheeks of Anne's buttocks wide apart as she knelt on the floor and rested her head on the sofa cushion, Samantha gazed longingly at the tight brown entrance to her anal sheath. Gripping the girl's buttocks, her fingernails biting into the firm flesh of her bottom, she repeatedly swept her tongue up Anne's anal valley. Tasting the tissue of the girl's rectal inlet, she pushed the tip of her tongue into her tight hole and savoured the bittersweet dankness of her tight arse.

  'No,' Anne breathed again, obviously thinking the crude act was wrong. 'Sam, please... You shouldn't be...' Letting out a rush of breath as Samantha drove four fingers deep into the wet sheath of her tight cunt, Anne clung to the sofa cushion, whimpering in the new-found pleasure she was deriving from her abused rectum. Her tongue darting in and out of the girl's anus, Samantha locked her full lips to the sensitive brown tissue surrounding Anne's most private hole and sucked hard.