Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  'Shove your cock up my wet cunt,' she gasped, her vaginal muscles aching for something hard to grip. Grinning as he unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, Samantha jolted as Chester suddenly drove the entire length of his hard rod deep into her sex-dripping cuntal sheath. Her head lolling from side to side as he began his fucking motions, her nostrils flaring, she dug her fingernails into the soft ground and arched her back as she let out a cry of sheer sexual bliss. Hoping that he was virile enough to fuck all three of her sex-hungry orifices, she listened to the squelching sounds of her bubbling vaginal juices as he repeatedly rammed his swollen cockhead deep into her rhythmically contracting cunt. He'd spunk her cervix, and then spunk down her throat before completing his session of lewd sex by filling the hot depths of her bowels with his gushing orgasmic cream.

  That was one advantage of teenage lads, she reflected, her quivering body jolting with the illicit fucking. They had virility, staying power, and were extremely keen to be taught the baser side of sex. Older men were obviously into crude sex, but teenage boys had an unrivalled eagerness to commit sexual acts, an unquenchable thirst for debauched sex. But, Samantha reflected, hadn't she been the same? Not only during her younger years - even now she was hungry to experience obscene sex.

  Time travelling wasn't necessary, she thought, as her pupil began gasping, his swinging balls battering the rounded globes of her firm buttocks as he fucked her. Why visit other times and places when there were the likes of Chester roaming the park? He'd have friends, she mused, imagining taking several lads behind the fence and sucking their swollen knobs in turn. They'd all be eager to mouth-fuck her, cunt-fuck and arse-fuck her, she knew.

  'I'm... I'm coming,' Chester announced as if in pain.

  His solid cock-shaft swelling within the hugging sheath of Samantha's tight cunt, his glans ballooning, he let out a long moan of satisfaction as his fresh sperm jetted from his slit and filled her spasming vaginal cavern. Samantha could feel his male cream lubricating his thrusting piston as he continued to fuck her with a vengeance. Collapsing over Samantha's trembling body as he made his last thrusts and drained his swinging balls, Chester sucked each ripe nipple into his wet mouth and sucked hard. Mouthing like a babe at the breast, he shuddered, ramming his solid cock deep into her quim before stilling his spent organ deep within the hugging duct of her sperm-flooded cunt.

  'Kneel over my face,' Samantha ordered him. Grinning as he slid his cock out of her tight vagina, licking her succulent lips, she watched as he positioned his cunny-dripping penis above her sperm-thirsty mouth. Pulling him down, taking his creamy glans to the back of her throat, she sank her teeth into his glistening shaft and sucked out the remnants of his sperm. Breathing in the heady scent of his pubic curls, savouring the blend of her pussy juice and his spunk, she gobbled and sucked fervently on his stiffening cock.

  He'd soon be fully erect again, she knew as his gasps filled her ears. Once he was rock-hard, she'd order him to mouth-fuck her and shoot his second load of sperm down her throat. Kneading his hanging balls, she moved her hand up and pressed her fingertip against the sensitive brown tissue of his anal iris. He jolted, gasping as she pushed her inquisitive finger past his anal sphincter muscles and massaged the inner flesh of his tight rectal tube. Sure that he'd never experienced the pleasure of an anal finger-fucking as he'd fucked a girl's mouth, Samantha wasn't surprised when his purple glans swelled and he pumped his second load of fresh spunk into her gobbling mouth.

  His orgasm obviously extremely intense, Chester shuddered and writhed as his balls drained again. Driving a second finger into his rhythmically contracting rectal sheath, Samantha gobbled and mouthed on his throbbing glans, swallowing his gushing spunk as he whimpered in his uncontrolled ecstasy. Her mouth overflowing with his gushing cream, the white liquid running down her cheeks and over her neck, she thought again that young lads were not only more energetic than older men but produced more sperm. Repeatedly swallowing his orgasmic offering, she felt her anal canal spasm as she imagined the feel of his solid cock shafting her rectal tube. Her juices of lust mingling with spunk issuing from her inflamed vagina as her muscles contracted, she sucked the last of his salty liquid from his sperm-slit and licked her lips as he rolled to one side.

  'Was that nice?' she asked, her fingers sliding out of his rectum.

  'God, yes,' he murmured, his eyes rolling as he lay on his back with his deflated cock snaking over his hairy ball bag.

  'There's one more thing before you go,' she giggled, wiping spunk from her cheeks with the back of her hand. 'I need a damned good arse-fucking.'

  'What?'

  'Chester, I want you to push your beautiful cock deep into my arse and fuck me.'

  'Oh, er... yes,' he stammered, obviously surprised by her lewd request.

  Positioning herself on all fours, Samantha jutted out her rounded buttocks, presenting her anal hole to his wide eyes as he knelt behind her and wanked his shaft to another erection. Samantha could feel her anal ring spasming, dilating and contracting as she worked her muscles in readiness to grip the boy's solid cock-shaft. The taste of his sperm lingering on her full lips, his male cream oozing from her gaping vaginal entrance, this would be her third and final orifice to receive his creamy spunk.

  'Yes,' she breathed as she felt the silky-smooth globe of his glans pressing against her saliva-wet anus. Pushing hard, trying to gain access to her tight inner duct, Chester gasped as his bulbous knob was sucked into her rectum. The taut tissue of her anus gripping his cock just beneath the rim of his swollen helmet, he grabbed her shapely hips and moved his body slowly towards hers. His veined shaft sinking into her trembling body, his purple knob journeying along the sheath of her anal canal, he let out a sigh of immense pleasure as he impaled her completely on his teenage penis. Withdrawing, he watched her anal tissue clinging to his slimed shaft, dragging along its veined surface until his purple globe appeared.

  'God,' he breathed, ramming his knob-head back deep into the very core of her body. Withdrawing again, slowly pulling his greasy cock out of her rectal tube, he once more rammed his solid glans deep into the fiery heat of her bowels. He was loving every minute of the crude act, Samantha knew as he withdrew his rock-hard organ again until her delicate anal tissue hugged his knob-rim. Driving into her again, letting out a rush of breath as his balls smacked against her hairless vulval lips, he at last quickened his anal-fucking rhythm.

  Her quivering body rocking back and forth, Samantha felt her pelvic cavity inflate and deflate as the lad's piston repeatedly glided along her rectal passage and withdrew.

  This was heaven, she reflected, her face resting on the soft grass as she projected her naked buttocks out further. His swinging balls hammering the wet flesh of her swollen vulval lips, her juices of lust seeping from her hot love-hole and running down her inner thighs, she reached between her legs and massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris.

  Her vaginal muscles contracting as her self-induced climax approached, her juices of desire streaming down her thighs in rivers of milk, she cried out as the teenager pumped her hot bowels full of sperm. Gasping, writhing as her own orgasm erupted within the pulsating protuberance of her swollen clitoris, she felt her rectal muscles tighten, gripping the lad's pistoning cock like a vice as his gushing sperm lubricated the illicit union. Listening to the squelching of her bowels as his copious flow of spunk continued to pump deep into the very core of her body, she knew that she'd found her domain. She didn't need time travel, she thought again. The past was dead and gone, the future had yet to arrive, but the present was bringing her more than enough sexual gratification.

  As the lad stilled his spent cock within the tight sheath of her spunk-flooded rectal tube, Samantha massaged the solid nodule of her pulsating clitoris to another mind-blowing orgasm. Her anal sphincter muscles gripping the deflating cock embedded deep within her inflamed arse, she cried out as he yanked his slimed penis from her anal canal with a loud sucking sound. To her great surprise, an
d immense pleasure, he locked his mouth to her anal inlet and slipped his tongue into her spasming rectum, at the same time thrusting at least three fingers into the neglected duct of her burning cunt as she continued to massage her palpitating clitoris and sustain her shuddering orgasm.

  Chester's tongue massaging her inner anal flesh as he sucked out his sperm, drinking his own orgasmic fluid from the hot cavern of her bowels, he yanked her firm buttocks apart to open her anus wide. Samantha shook violently as her orgasm peaked, sending tremors of crude sex through her perspiring body as she fervently massaged her throbbing clitoris. On and on her pleasure coursed through her young body, tightening every muscle, reaching every nerve ending as the lad finger-fucked her tight cunt and drained her rectal duct.

  'God,' Samantha finally gasped, collapsing to the ground in a trembling heap as Chester's fingers left the inflamed sheath of her vagina. 'You certainly learn fast.'

  'You're a good teacher,' he chuckled, grinning as he licked his cunny-dripping fingers.

  'Ever been into spanking?' she asked, running her fingers over the firm globes of her naked buttocks as she rolled over onto her stomach.

  'No, I've never been spanked,' he replied in his naivety.

  'Me, silly,' she giggled. 'I meant, spank me.'

  'Oh, I see.'

  'Have you ever spanked a girl?'

  'No, I haven't.'

  'Well, now's your chance,' she breathed huskily, parting her legs wide and exposing the swell of her cunny lips nestling between her wet thighs. 'What are you waiting for? Go on, give my bottom a good spanking.'

  Closing her eyes as Chester settled beside her, Samantha rested her head on the soft grass and tensed her naked buttocks in readiness for the spanking. His palm slapping each buttock in turn, she breathed heavily, squirming on the ground as her libido again rocketed. The very thought of a young teenager spanking the rounded orbs of her bottom-cheeks driving her wild, she parted her thighs further, fully exposing the swollen lips of her vagina to the boy's wide eyes. He brought his hand down again and again, watching her juices of arousal spewing from her gaping vaginal entrance as he spanked her naked bottom harder and harder.

  'More,' Samantha gasped. 'Do it as hard as you can.' The burning cheeks of her naked bottom reddening as he thrashed her mercilessly, she whimpered and squirmed in the grip of her decadent act of debauchery. 'Use something,' she breathed. 'Find a stick or something and thrash me.' Grabbing a branch from the ground, Chester lashed her naked buttocks, gazing in awe as the rough branch bit into her anal orbs and left broad weals in its wake. The branch swishing through the air, repeatedly landing across her tensed buttocks with loud cracks, he pinned her down with his free hand and increased his rhythm. Crying out as the blend of pain and pleasure permeated her young body, Samantha dug her fingernails into the soft grass as she felt her clitoris inflate and her vaginal juices flow from her neglected cunt.

  'Fuck my arse again,' she ordered him.

  'I'm not sure whether—'

  'Do it, for God's sake. Fuck my arse and spunk me again.'

  'All right,' he conceded, discarding the branch and settling between her legs.

  Wanking his semi-erect cock, Chester grinned as his organ stiffened fully in his hand. Stabbing at her sperm-bubbling anal mouth, he pressed his swollen glans past her defeated anal sphincter muscles and into the burning heat of her rectal duct. Samantha could feel his bulbous knob gliding deep into the very core of her, his solid shaft stretching her duct of illicit pleasure open to capacity as he impaled her fully on his beautiful organ. This was real sex, she reflected, her face pressing against the grass as he withdrew his erect shaft and rammed his solid glans deep into her bowels.

  Rocking with the crude anal fucking, the teats of her firm breasts rubbing against the ground, Samantha's body trembled as her clitoris stiffened fully again. Reaching beneath her trembling body, she slipped her fingers between the swollen hillocks of her dripping vaginal lips and masturbated her ripe clitoris as the lad fucked the tight sheath of her inflamed rectum. Reaching another earth-shuddering orgasm, her juices of desire issuing from her spasming vaginal sheath, she thought that she'd pass out as the lad gasped and flooded her rectal duct again with his creamy spunk.

  'God,' Samantha breathed, her head spinning in her sexual delirium as the sound of squelching sperm filled her ears. Again and again, Chester rammed his cockhead deep into the heat of her fiery bowels, filling her inner cavern with his spunk as his balls drained. The eye of her anus burning, the delicate tissue inflamed, she murmured incoherent words of debased sex as the youth made his last thrusts and finally stilled his cock within her spunked arse. His purple glans absorbing the inner heat of her abused body, his balls resting against the hairless lips of her aching vagina, he lay on top of her, gasping for breath in the aftermath of his debauched act.

  'No more,' he breathed, his deflating penis slipping out of her spunked arse. 'I can't do any more.'

  'Neither can I,' Samantha murmured, her eyes rolling, her perspiration-matted blonde hair veiling her face as she lifted her head. 'God, I've never been fucked so much.'

  'And I've never fucked so much,' he chuckled, rolling off her near-naked body and lying on his back. 'You really are amazing.'

  'You're pretty amazing, too,' she giggled, lying on her back next to him. 'I'm pleased we ran into each other.'

  'When I first saw you... well, I must admit that I never thought I'd fuck every hole in your body. You've obviously done this sort of thing before.'

  'Actually, I haven't,' she lied to please him. 'I've had sex, straight sex, but I've never done anything else. You're the first, Chester.'

  'Am I really?' he asked, his face beaming as he turned and faced her.

  'Oh, yes. No one's ever touched my bottom, let alone... well, you know.'

  'I thought you were really experienced?'

  'Not at all. I'm like you, Chester, eager to learn.'

  'In that case, we'll meet again and...'

  'I was hoping you'd want to meet again. To be honest, I've never had a lover as good as you. Whatever you do, dump that girlfriend of yours. Let your brother have the two-timing bitch if he wants her. You've got me now, Chester.'

  'Yes, right,' he chuckled. 'So, when shall I see you again?'

  'We'll meet here tomorrow, at the same time.'

  'Right, I'll be here,' he said, rising to his feet and zipping his jeans. 'See you.'

  Chapter 9

  'Where the hell have you been?' Samantha asked, opening the front door to Anne at nine o'clock the following morning. 'I was up half the night wondering where on earth—'

  'I'm sorry,' the girl sighed, walking past Samantha into the hall. 'I went to my parents' house.'

  'Bloody hell. What did they say?'

  'They were out.'

  'Thank God for that. Why did you go there, Anne? After all we've talked about. Still, I suppose it's understandable. I'd want to see my parents if I'd been away.'

  'I borrowed some money from your dressing table and bought a return train ticket.'

  'So, when you discovered they were out, why the fuck didn't you come back?'

  'I lost the ticket. I had to get a lift.'

  'You thumbed a lift? I told you not to leave the flat, Anne,' Samantha snapped. 'Had you done as I—'

  'You're never here, Sam. You're always out and I have to sit here on my own.'

  'Yes, I know. Look, I'm sorry. God, look at the state of you. Get out of those filthy clothes and into the shower.'

  'I fell over crossing a field,' the girl murmured, looking down at the mud smeared over her short skirt. 'It's a short cut to the station from my parents' house.'

  'You've been out all night, you're covered in mud. I don't suppose you've eaten anything since yesterday?'

  'No, I haven't.'

  'Go and have a shower and I'll make us a cooked breakfast.'

  Shaking her head as the girl mooched into the bathroom, Samantha knew that the time had come to make some concr
ete plans. Anne couldn't hang around the flat all day every day. There again, if she went out someone was bound to recognize her. Her photographs had been plastered over all the newspapers, every TV station. Although eight years was a long time, someone was sure to remember her. Deciding to try to make the girl appear older, Samantha broke a couple of eggs in the frying pan in preparation for breakfast.

  Food was running low, she thought, taking the last two rashers of bacon from the fridge. If Anne wanted to get out of the flat for a while, it might be an idea if she did some shopping. Wearing a hat and dark glasses would help to disguise her, Samantha mused, cutting up the last tomato and tossing it into the pan. The main problem was her long blonde hair, Samantha thought, wondering whether to get some black hair dye. Make-up and hair dye was the only option as far as ageing the girl was concerned, she reckoned, filling the kettle for coffee. Make-up, change her hairstyle, perhaps even frump clothes, Samantha speculated, tossing what was left of the mushrooms into the frying pan. Pouring the coffee as she heard Anne leave the bathroom, Samantha laid the table and served the breakfast.

  'Just in time,' she said, smiling as the teenage beauty wandered into the kitchen, wrapped in a towel. 'To get you out of the flat for a while, you can go shopping this morning.'

  'New clothes?' she asked, her pretty face beaming.

  'Food, Anne. We need food. I'll buy you some clothes today. Trousers, a baggy jumper...'

  'What?' Anne gasped. 'There's no way I'm going to wear—'

  'You'll wear what I tell you,' Samantha cut in as they sat at the table. 'I have some dresses that will fit you. You can wear a dress until I can get you some new clothes.'

  'I don't like dresses.'

  'I don't care what you like or don't like. Remember that you've been wearing the very same clothes you wore eight years ago, when you were kidnapped. The same clothes, the same age... It's only a matter of time before someone recognizes you, Anne.'