Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  'Do you like Anne's legs?' Samantha asked unashamedly.

  'Er... well...' he stammered, rising to his feet.

  'Anne wants to learn more about sex,' Samantha said, wondering how to broach the subject of offering Don the girl's body in return for cash. 'She's a virgin and she wants to experience sex.'

  'All my friends have had sex,' Anne sighed. 'I must be the only virgin in my class.'

  'Well, I'm...' he blustered.

  'She might be young, but she's got what it takes,' Samantha giggled. 'Show him your pussy, Anne.'

  Lifting her dress high up over her stomach, Anne parted her legs wide and displayed the hairless lips of her naked vulva to the shocked man. Grinning, Samantha watched the bulge in his crotch growing as his cock stiffened. He must have thought them a couple of tarts, she mused. There again, how could he resist such a little beauty?

  'We're hoping to find a young lad to initiate her in the fine art of sex,' Samantha said as Anne massaged the fleshy lips of her vagina.

  'Nice,' Don murmured. 'Very nice. Er... a young lad? The trouble with young lads is that they don't have any experience. Anne would be better off with someone who knows what they're doing.'

  'Yes, you're probably right. Would you like to teach her?'

  'What? Er...'

  'How much money do you have?'

  'Well, I...'

  'She wants to follow in my footsteps, you see. I earn money from sex, and Anne wants to do the same.'

  'Yes, yes - of course I would. God, she's absolutely beautiful.'

  'One hundred pounds,' Samantha said firmly.

  'One hundred... I only have about fifty.'

  'That'll do,' she said as he took his wallet out of his jacket pocket. 'Right, come this way,' she ordered him.

  Grabbing the money, Samantha led Anne and her stunned client through the gap in the fence. This was easy, she mused, instructing Anne to slip out of her dress as the man watched with bated breath. Anne had a beautiful body, Samantha observed again as the girl stood naked on the soft grass. Her boyish figure gave her an air of innocence, her hairless vulva adding to the fantasy. Her breasts topped with ripe nipples, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, she licked her lips provocatively as the man scrutinized her naked body.

  'What do you think?' Samantha asked the man.

  'I think she's lovely,' he replied, his trousers almost bursting open with his obvious arousal.

  'Why don't you start by licking her pussy?' she suggested, her own juices of desire seeping between her pouting outer lips.

  'Er... yes, yes - I will.'

  Kneeling in front of Anne, Don wasted no time in running his wet tongue up and down the tightly closed crack of her naked vulva. Samantha could hear his heavy breathing, the slurping of his tongue as he tasted the fresh juices of the girl's vaginal slit. Gripping her slender hips as she spread her feet wide, he pushed his face hard against the softness of her naked vulva and slipped his tongue into the virginal - he thought - hole of her pussy. Anne trembled, her naked body swaying as he worked between her legs, his tongue teasing the inner flesh of her tightening sex sheath.

  Kneeling behind Anne, Samantha parted the rounded cheeks of her firm buttocks and tasted the brown tissue of her anus. Shuddering as the two tongues licked and slurped, Anne gasped as Samantha pushed her tongue deep into her anal hole and caressed her rectal flesh. Samantha was unable to help herself, succumbing to her base lesbian yearnings as she parted the girl's buttocks wide, her thumbs opening her rectal inlet. The man must have thought it odd that she should lick her sister's bottom-hole, Samantha reflected. Whatever he thought, she knew that the 'incestuous' act of lesbianism would send his arousal soaring.

  Hoping that she wouldn't suddenly be transported to another time and place, Samantha pressed her wet lips against Anne's anal ring and sucked hard. Savouring the bittersweet taste of the girl's rectal tube, she sank her fingernails into the firm flesh of Anne's naked buttocks and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom further. She could hear the man's tongue slurping as Anne whimpered in the beginnings of her climax. Her bottom-hole tightening, she cried out as her clitoris finally exploded in orgasm beneath the man's sweeping tongue.

  'Yes,' she gasped, clinging to Don's head as her naked body shook violently. Two mouths sucking, two tongues teasing out her pleasure, her cuntal milk gushed from the gaping entrance of her vagina and streamed down the pale flesh of her inner thighs. The man's cock would be solid by now, Samantha knew as she slipped her tongue out of Anne's hot bottom-hole and pushed her finger deep into her rectal tube. Pistoning her young flatmate's tight arse, Samantha reached between Anne's legs and grabbed the bulging crotch of the man's trousers. His cock was indeed rock-hard, and she knew that he'd be desperate to force his penis deep into the girl's tight cunt and pump out his spunk. But he was going to have to wait for the illicit pleasure, she decided.

  Slipping her finger out of Anne's rectal canal, Samantha ran her tongue up and down the younger girl's anal gully, delighting in the bittersweet taste of her rectal opening. Breathing in the teenager's anal musk, she felt herself beginning to slip away through time. Clinging to Anne's naked buttocks, she knew she didn't want this. If she was going to travel to another time and place, then she wanted to be in control, decide when and where she was going. Besides, she couldn't simply dematerialize, leaving Anne alone with...

  'I want to get out of here before too long,' Gerry Andrews said as Samantha found herself outside the correction-room door. 'The place costs too much to run. Even with the dancing school bringing good money...'

  'You're no businessman, that's the trouble,' Kitty broke in. 'You allow the punters to owe you money and you end up losing out.'

  'I was trying to boost the numbers, Kitty. Not everyone can afford our fees. I thought that—'

  'You thought that by not charging some people, you'd eventually get more clients and make more money? It doesn't work like that, Gerry. If a man can't afford our fees, then he should pick up a tart from a street corner. We're not running some seedy backstreet brothel.'

  'I know that. I just thought—'

  'Leave the thinking to me, Gerry. As far as running the mansion is concerned, you're right. It costs far too much to keep this place. You should have sold it, as I suggested.'

  'No one would buy this place. It's falling down, for God's sake.'

  'If it's a liability, then get rid of it and we'll move the school. Ever thought of living abroad?'

  'Abroad? Yes, I have, as it happens.'

  'How about moving the school to another country?'

  'How would that help, Kitty?'

  'Find somewhere cheap to buy. A secluded villa in Spain or Greece.'

  'That's hardly cheap.'

  'If we start putting money away, it won't take too long to build up enough cash to set up abroad.'

  'No, I suppose not,' Andrews murmured. 'Our expenses would be a fraction of what we have to pay out for the upkeep of this place. OK, let's start making some plans. The first thing to decide is what to do with the mansion.'

  'Give it away.'

  'What?' he gasped. 'Just give it to someone?'

  'It'll cost less in the long run. Think about it. You put it up for sale and it could take months or even years before you find a buyer.'

  'I'll sell it off cheap.'

  'You'll never sell it, Gerry. If it's cheap, no one will want it because they'll think there's some major problem with the place. And, if someone was interested, they'd have surveyors crawling all over the place and—'

  'I see your point, Kitty. But to simply give it away...'

  'You work out what it costs per month to run the place, and then assume that it could take twelve months or more to sell it. Add to that the fact that the building is falling down around your ears...'

  'Yes, you're right. I won't give it away, though. I'll get fifty grand or so for it.'

  'Try, if you wish. But remember this - the longer you keep this place, the more money we'r
e going to have to part with. We have a new girl arriving soon. I'll go and wait in the hall.'

  Slipping along the corridor into the surgery, Samantha began to wonder whether she'd want to own a mansion that was falling down and cost a fortune to run. At least she now knew why she was going to be given the place, she reflected. She'd make a go of it, she knew as she looked around the surgery. It wouldn't be too difficult to bring in more than enough cash to run the place and make a tidy profit.

  Again wondering why she'd been transported through time, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Anne. She had to get back to the park, she knew as she pictured the man licking the full length of the girl's hairless sex slit. To flit from one place to another like this had no apparent purpose. She wasn't learning anything in particular, she mused. Nothing of any importance, anyway...

  Slipping through time, Samantha frowned as she realized that she was in an old church. This wasn't the church she'd attended when she was young, she was sure as she looked around her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit church, she noticed several naked men standing in front of the altar. This involved crude sex, she knew as she turned and looked at the closed doors. She wondered why she had been brought here as she sat on a pew at the back of the church where the shadows concealed her.

  A realization hitting her, she thought back to her teens. She'd been heavily into fantasizing during her masturbation sessions. Vicars, schoolteachers, groups of men... Her fantasies had often worried her and, at times she'd thought that she wasn't normal. Her fantasies had usually involved several men. As she'd rubbed her clitoris to orgasm, she'd imagine several men pleasuring her naked body. She'd probably had fantasies about vicars because of her sexual experiences after church each week. Thinking about her schoolteacher during masturbation was understandable.

  Wondering whether her trips to different times and places had something to do with her fantasies, Samantha realized that someone or something paranormal might not be pulling the strings. There might not be an unseen being at the bottom of this, she reflected, as she recalled one particular fantasy she'd had. She was held prisoner in a small room, several men had captured her and stripped her, laughing at her tearful pleas and her pathetic attempts to struggle free of their brutal grasp. She hadn't been able to escape as they'd run their hands over her naked body and pressed the stiff shafts of their huge penises against her. She wondered if that was why she'd travelled to the barn. Thinking about the dancing school, she recalled the times during her teens when she'd thought about becoming a ballerina. It had been the thought of wearing a tight leotard and doing the splits in front of an audience that had excited her.

  Confused, she bit her lip as she realized that the power pulling the strings, the force that had transported her to different times and places where she experienced extreme sex, might be her own subconscious mind. If that was the case, then these were her fantasies coming true, she reflected fearfully. There was no way she could control her subconscious, she was sure as the naked men turned and walked up the aisle towards her.

  Gazing at the men's huge penises snaking over their heavy balls as they approached, she realized that sucking Brian off in her parents' garden had been another fantasy she'd enjoyed in her teens. A man's cock in her mouth, the danger of her mother catching her committing the debased act... The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her subconscious thoughts were emerging from the shadowy depths of her mind into the light of day.

  'Satan has brought her unto us,' one man said, taking Samantha's arm and pulling her off the pew and into the aisle. 'Satan has risen from the dark and brought unto us a virgin.' Saying nothing as the man led her towards the altar, Samantha knew that this was another of her teenage fantasies coming true. She'd found a book at a friend's house and had avidly read a story about a girl taken to a church by several men. The girl had been stripped and laid on the altar as a sacrifice to Satan. The men had fucked her, each one taking his turn to drive his solid cock deep into the hitherto virginal sheath of her tight cunt. The story had excited Samantha and driven her to masturbate vigorously several times every day until the fantasy eventually faded from her mind.

  'Satan has sent his daughter,' the man said, his deep voice echoing around the old church. 'Strip her and lay her on the altar.' Remaining still as several men tore her clothes away from her body, exposing her breasts, she realized that she'd travelled back in time to her teens. This had been a major fantasy, she reflected. And one that had not only sent her arousal soaring, but had terrified her too.

  As the men laid her on the altar, she knew she could do nothing to prevent the imminent horrendous sexual abuse. Recalling the book she'd read, she remembered the scene where Satan had materialized and pushed his massive penis deep into the girl's virginal cunt and fucked her. Was that what was going to happen? Her sexual experiences had been real enough during her various time travels. Thinking again that none of this made sense, she puzzled over Anne, knowing that her subconscious didn't have the power to take the girl eight years forward in time.

  Her legs pulled wide apart, her feet hanging down either side of the altar, Samantha knew that the hairless valley of her vagina was gaping wide open as the men gazed longingly at her naked body. A cushion was placed beneath her head and she realized that they wanted her to be able to see her yawning vaginal crack, witness the crude shafting of her pussy as she gazed between her breasts and focused on the gentle rise of her naked mons. Wondering why they wanted her to view the fucking of her cunt, she watched a man part the fleshy lips of her vulva with his long fingers. The intricate folds of her vaginal valley bared in front of her audience, her ripening clitoris emerging from beneath its pink hood, she let out a rush of breath as two fingers drove deep into the tight sheath of her pussy.

  Watching her lower stomach rise as the man's fingers bent and twisted inside the creamy sheath of her cunt, Samantha knew that she was in for several hours of barbaric sex. But she'd endure whatever they did to her defenceless body. The future lay ahead and would unfold as it should. The dancing school, the mansion, marriage... She'd survive her horrendous time in the church, she knew.

  'Satan, we offer this virgin girl unto you in the name and the power of darkness,' the man standing behind Samantha's head chanted. 'Through us, oh master, we offer you defilement of her virgin body. Through our flesh, we invite you to desecrate the sanctity of the virgin state. By employing our bodies, we beckon you to defile the sacredness of this girl's virginity.'

  Her eyes wide, Samantha watched as one man climbed onto the altar and knelt between her splayed thighs: The solid shaft of his huge penis hovering above the flesh of her vulva, his purple plum swollen in readiness to tear down the curtain of her innocence, he ran the glans of his penis up and down the moist gully of her quim. There were seven men, she counted, realizing that each in turn would drive his solid cock into her pink pussy and fuck her. Seven men, seven cocks...

  'Through the flesh of my penis, oh master,' the man cried, looking up to the roof of the church, 'I offer you the power to defile the virgin girl.' His bulbous glans forcing its way past Samantha's inner lips and driving deep into the restricted sheath of her vagina, he impaled her fully on his staff of lust. Shuddering as she gazed at the hairless lips of her vagina stretched tautly around the broad base of the man's penis, Samantha felt that her pelvic cavity was bloated to capacity by the huge cock-shaft.

  Gazing in awe as the outer lips of her vulva rolled back and forth along the man's veined shaft as he began his fucking motions, she watched her lower abdomen rise and fall with the vaginal pistoning. She could feel the sensitive nub of her clitoris inflating, swelling as her debased arousal rocketed. The thought of her naked body lying on an altar, with the first of seven men fucking the tight duct of her vagina, was driving her into a sexual frenzy. Her juices of desire squelching with the illicit fucking, streaming from her bloated vaginal canal and flowing down between the firm cheeks of her buttocks, she knew that she'd once more found h
er domain.

  Was this a dream? Was she still with Anne behind the fence, watching the middle-aged man mouthing and slurping between the fleshy lips of the girl's cunt? Her confusion mingling with her amazing arousal, her eyes rolling, Samantha felt herself drifting as if on a cloud of sheer ecstasy as the teats of her breasts were pinched and squeezed. She knew she was going to experience a massive orgasm as the man fucking her tight cunt began gasping in his Satanic fucking.

  'In the name of darkness,' the man gasped, repeatedly ramming his bulbous cockhead deep into Samantha's spasming cunt. 'In the name of darkness, I... I strip the girl of her virginity and... and fill her with the seed of Satan.' Samantha could feel his spunk jetting from his throbbing knob, bathing the soft firmness of her ripe cervix as his swinging balls battered the tensed cheeks of her naked bottom. Again and again, he thrust his orgasming knob deep into her trembling body, his sperm lubricating the inflamed sheath of her vagina as he fucked her with a vengeance.

  The other men stood watching the lewd act of defilement, awaiting their turn to flood her orifices with their sperm. Samantha cried out as her orgasm erupted within the cock-massaged protrusion of her pulsating clitoris. Shaking violently, she arched her back delighting in the pain and pleasure emanating from her firm breasts as two men sank their teeth into the dark discs of her areolae and sucked hard on the brown protrusions of her sensitive nipples. Her whole body alive with sex, her head lolling from side to side, her screams of ecstasy echoed around the church as her orgasm peaked.

  The first man finally withdrawing his deflating cock, Samantha whimpered in the aftermath of her enforced orgasm as she waited for the next cock to drive deep into her sperm-flooded cunt and fuck her to another mind-blowing orgasm. As two men lifted her feet high into the air, pressing her knees hard against her breasts, she knew that the ring of her anus was fully exposed between the taut globes of her naked bottom. Were they going to fuck her there? She trembled in anticipation as spunk oozed from her inflamed cuntal opening and streamed over the delicate tissue of her bottom-hole.