by Ray Gordon
Anne had never dreamed of behaving like a slut in the past but, now that her sister and her boyfriend had betrayed her, she’d decided to cast her fate to the wind. Finally pulling her skirt high up over her stomach and displaying her neatly trimmed pubes to Alan’s wide eyes, she felt her stomach somersault again. But, not wanting to spoil the game by revealing her arousal, she tugged her skirt down and covered her face with her hands as if she was crying.
‘I want to go home now,’ she whimpered.
‘How can you go home if you’re lost?’ Alan asked her. Again, he focused on the stain in the crotch of her knickers. ‘You’re a naughty little girl and I’m going to have to punish you,’ he said sternly.
‘But, I haven’t done anything wrong.’
‘I’ll be the judge of that. Bend over the back of that chair.’
Stepping out of her knickers and taking her position over the back of an old armchair, Anne suddenly wondered what the hell she was playing at. Alan was in his fifties, older than her father, and she was inviting him to push his cock deep into her teenage vagina. Coming to her senses, she was about to stand upright and put a stop to the game when his hand landed squarely across the firm flesh of her naked buttocks with a loud slap. The second slap was harder but, strangely, Anne found the pain pleasurable. She could feel her clitoris swelling, her juices of lust seeping between the unfurling petals of her inner lips, as Alan repeatedly spanked her naked bottom. This was a new experience, Anne thought as the spanking continued and her ripe clitoris called for attention. A new and very exciting experience.
‘You’re not lost, are you?’ he finally asked her, halting the spanking. ‘You came here for sex, didn’t you?’
‘No, I … I’m lost and …’
‘You came here because you wanted me to open your little cunt and fuck you.’
Her stomach fluttering, Anne was loving the role-play game. ‘Please, I have to go home now,’ she whimpered.
‘You’re not going anywhere. Not until you’ve had my hard cock up your tight little girlie cunt. Why aren’t you wearing a bra?’
‘Because I—’
‘Because you like older men looking at your tits?’
‘No, please – I have to go home.’
Yanking Anne upright, Alan spun her round and lifted her T-shirt. He liked what he saw, she knew as he gazed longingly at her firm mounds, her erect nipples rising from the darkening discs of her areolae. Reaching out and squeezing each rounded breast in turn, he licked his lips again. Her nipples elongated in the relatively cool air of the house and she hoped that he’d suck on her sensitive milk teats as she jutted her breasts out. Hayley’s breasts were bigger, Anne thought, recalling the occasions when her sister had come out of the bathroom and deliberately lowered her towel to show off her mammary globes. Hayley had everything, and now she had Dave.
As Alan lowered his head and sucked a ripe nipple into his mouth, Anne breathed heavily in the grip of her arousal. Her sensitive milk teat painfully hard, she closed her eyes as he licked and sucked and sank his teeth gently into the brown budlet. Why couldn’t Dave have done this? she wondered. Were her tits too small for him? Was she too young for him? Wasn’t she sexy enough? Alan obviously liked younger girls, she thought happily as he mouthed and suckled like a babe at the breast.
Her nipple slipped out of his mouth as he stood upright and pushed her over the back of the chair, and she knew that he was about to drive his solid cock deep into the neglected sheath of her yearning vagina. He was an old man, she thought as his fingers slipped between the tops of her slender thighs and massaged the swell of her full pussy lips. He was almost old enough to be her grandfather, but that didn’t bother her. He had a cock, and that was all that mattered.
Unzipping his trousers and pinning Anne down over the back of the chair, Alan grabbed his solid cock by the root and pressed his purple plum between her parted thighs. Anne could feel the hard shaft of his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy, and she parted her feet wider to allow him access to her dripping vaginal hole.
It had been so long, she reflected dreamily as Alan’s bulbous knob nestled between the fleshy cushions of her outer labia. His swollen globe slid into the tight duct of her vagina, the stretching sensations driving her wild, and she let out a rush of breath. This was heaven, Anne mused, her sex sheath opening as the man’s cock drove slowly into her young body. His knob finally came to rest against her ripe cervix, her vaginal muscles tightening around his rock-hard shaft, and she gripped the arms of the chair.
‘Do it,’ she gasped, forgetting about the game as he withdrew slowly. ‘Fuck me really hard.’
‘I had no idea that you were a horny little slut,’ Alan breathed, ramming the entire length of his solid organ deep into Anne’s contracting vaginal sheath. ‘Why the hell did Dave go off with your sister?’
‘He never wanted me,’ she replied, wishing that Dave could see her now. ‘We’ve never had sex.’
‘The man must be mad.’
Anne tried not to think about Dave as Alan gripped her shapely hips and found his shafting rhythm. Dave had chosen to lie and cheat, and their relationship of only three weeks was over. It was his loss, she thought as she listened to the squelching sounds of her lubricious pussy-milk. She now had a man, a real man who enjoyed sex. Although he was older than her father and she knew that she shouldn’t be with him, she didn’t care. Alan knew how to please a girl, she thought as her clitoris swelled against the pussy-wet shaft of his thrusting cock. He had experience, and he knew how to fuck a young woman.
This was nothing more than a fuck, Anne knew as Alan increased his shafting rhythm and uttered crude words about her young body. There was no love, no strings. Had she loved Dave? she wondered. She was too young to love anyone, she concluded as her vaginal muscles tightened again around Alan’s thrusting cock. As long as Alan was around to satisfy her, she didn’t need love. She didn’t even know whether or not he was married, but it didn’t matter. If he had a wife waiting at home for him, that was his problem.
His sperm jetted from his throbbing knob, lubricating their illicit coupling, and he repeatedly rammed his massive organ deep into her trembling body with a vengeance. Anne’s orgasm erupting within the pulsating bulb of her solid clitoris, shaking her young body to the core, she squirmed and cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed a solid cock deep inside her pussy, she reflected again in her sexual delirium. It had been too long since her teenage pussy had been pumped full of creamy-fresh spunk. Reaching behind her back, she vowed not to go for so long without sex again as she parted the swollen lips of her vagina and allowed Alan deeper access to her tight sheath. Never again would she go without a hard cock and a good helping of spunk.
‘God, you’re hot and tight,’ he gasped. ‘I’d forgotten how tight young girls are.’
‘And I’d forgotten what a hard cock feels like,’ she cried as her orgasm peaked. ‘Talk dirty to me. Treat me like a filthy little whore.’
Anne listened to his crude words as her young body jolted with his penile thrusts. Dirty little slut, common whore, tight-cunted bitch, filthy tart … Her eyes rolling, she again wondered why Dave hadn’t wanted sex with her. She was attractive, she loved sex – Hayley must have been a better fuck, she thought as her climax peaked. Hayley was better at everything. She was also a bitch. But now Anne had a real man to satisfy her. All Hayley had was Dave, and he had no experience, he hadn’t got a clue how to pleasure a girl.
‘We must do this again sometime,’ Anne gasped, her orgasm fading as Alan slowed his shafting rhythm.
He stilled his cock deep within her spasming vagina. ‘Really? You mean, you want to be with an old guy like me?’ he asked her.
‘Don’t stop. Fuck me nice and slow.’
His cock slid back and forth within her tight sex sheath, his sperm and her orgasmic milk squelching, and he massaged the tight ring of her anus with his thumb. This was heaven, Anne mused as the l
ast ripples of orgasm pulsed from her clitoris. Had Dave taken her to the woods and fucked her rather than sitting in the pub talking to his mates about football … Dave was history, she thought as Alan finally slipped his deflating penis out of her sperm-bubbling vagina and helped her up.
‘You really want to see me again?’ he asked her incredulously.
‘You bet I do,’ Anne breathed, leaning on the back of the chair to steady her trembling body. ‘And I want you to fuck me senseless again.’
‘I would have thought that you’d want a young lad, not an old man like me.’
‘I want a cock, Alan,’ she returned impishly, grinning at him. ‘And your cock is perfect.’
‘Thanks for the compliment. Do you usually go with old men?’
‘No, I … Yes, I’ve been with a few. Older men are experienced, as you’ve just proved.’
‘I suppose we’ll have to keep this secret. I mean, you won’t want the lads in the pub knowing about us, will you?’
‘I don’t give a toss about them. Are you married?’
‘Well, yes, I am. Is that a problem?’
‘It might be for you, but it doesn’t bother me.’
‘No, no, it’s OK. I mean, I wouldn’t want my wife to know about us. I don’t suppose you have any photos I could have?’
‘Of me?’ she breathed, tugging her knickers up her slender legs.
‘Yes.’
‘Only old ones.’
‘Would you let me take some photos?’
‘If you want to.’
‘That’s great. I have a thing about young girls, if you know what I mean?’
‘I know exactly what you mean. Shall we go back to the pub? I could do with a drink.’
‘Yes, yes, of course.’
Anne rather liked the idea of posing nude for the camera. She also liked the idea of Dave seeing the photographs. Hoping that he was waiting in the pub for her, she became aware of sperm running down her inner thighs as she followed Alan out of the derelict house. She would have liked to have stayed at the house for a while longer and have sex with Alan again, but she wanted Dave to know that he wasn’t the only one who’d been fucking that evening. Wondering how good Hayley was, whether Dave had enjoyed fucking her, she knew that she was going to have to watch her back where her big sister was concerned. Hayley was a bitch.
Alan bought Anne a drink and hovered at the bar as Dave asked her where she’d been. She took her drink to a table and was fuming as Dave followed and sat opposite her. His tone was accusing, and she wondered how he had the nerve to question her, seeing as he’d been in the park with her sister. She thought how pathetic Dave was as he whined about the time and asked her again where she’d been. Then he asked her why she’d walked into the pub with Alan, and why Alan had bought her a drink. Anne smiled as sperm oozed from the inflamed sheath of her vagina and filled the crotch of her tight knickers. If only Dave knew, she thought wickedly as she sipped her drink. If only he knew that an old man had just fucked and spunked her senseless.
‘Well?’ he asked. ‘I’ve been waiting here for ages. Where have you been?’
‘Seeing as you went to the park with Hayley, I went to the woods with Alan,’ she returned triumphantly.
‘The woods?’ Dave’s eyes widened and then he frowned. ‘What did you go there for?’
‘I was a wild flower growing beneath the trees and Alan picked me.’
‘What?’
‘I went to the woods with Alan for the same reason that you went off with my sister.’
‘You wanted someone to talk to?’
She frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I went to the park with Hayley because I needed someone to talk to.’
‘Talk about what?’
‘About us, Anne. I wanted to know how you really felt about me, so I asked Hayley. The thing is … Seeing as you’re a virgin, I didn’t want us to have sex until I was sure that you were ready.’
‘A virgin?’
‘That’s what you told me when we first met.’
‘Oh, yes, yes, that’s right. But Hayley went running after you. I saw her chasing you down the street.’
‘I’d left my jacket over the banister at your house and she—’
‘So when you were in the park – you just talked?’
‘Yes. We were only there for about ten minutes and then she went to see her boyfriend.’
‘I didn’t know that she had a boyfriend.’
‘It’s her first date with him. What did you talk about with Alan?’
‘I … we just went for a walk. I like the woods and you weren’t in the pub, so we went for a walk.’
Anne’s stomach sank as Dave talked about his love for her and she caught Alan’s eye. He grinned at her, obviously recalling their time in the derelict house, and she felt like a common whore. She should never have jumped to conclusions, she reflected dolefully. But it was too late now. What was done was done, and she couldn’t change that. Dave started talking about sex, asking her whether she was ready to give up her virginity, and she cringed.
‘Yes, I’m ready,’ she replied softly as she noticed Alan whispering to one of Dave’s friends. ‘Not tonight, though.’
‘Oh, right. Tomorrow, maybe?’
‘I just want to ask Alan something,’ Anne said, leaving the table. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’
Joining Alan at the bar, she took him aside and explained the mistake she’d made about Dave and her sister. She then asked him not to tell anyone about their time at the derelict house. He agreed, but said that he wanted to meet her there again the following evening. Anne bit her lip as she noticed Dave watching her. Consumed with guilt and remorse, she smiled at Dave. He’d only wanted to talk to Hayley, she reflected. He’d needed someone to talk to and … She’d made a huge mistake, she knew.
‘I’ll pull your wet knickers down tomorrow evening,’ Alan whispered.
‘I can’t,’ she said. ‘I made a mistake and—’
‘That was no mistake,’ he cut in. ‘You loved every minute of it, and so did I.’
‘Yes, but …’
‘But what? OK, so you’re back with Dave. We can still fuck, can’t we?’
‘Alan, I… I did enjoy it, but I can’t see you again. If Dave finds out …’
‘He won’t find out, Anne. Dave will never know. Meet me at the house tomorrow evening at six, OK?’
‘Alan, I—’
‘I’ll pull your wet knickers down and spank your bare bottom if you’re late. You like being spanked, don’t you?’
‘Yes, yes, I did like it. The thing is …’
‘I’ll spank your bare bottom and then give you a good seeing-to. We’ll play the game again. I’ll be a schoolteacher and you can be a naughty little girl and I’ll pull your wet knickers down and—’
‘Alan, people might hear you.’
‘I want you, Anne. I want to lick your beautiful little pussy and suck your clitoris and drink your girlie milk and—’
‘All right,’ she conceded as she became aware of her clitoris swelling.
‘Good girl. Don’t worry, this is our secret. The house will be our secret.’
‘Yes, yes OK.’
‘Are your knickers wet with my spunk?’
‘I’d better get back to Dave.’
‘All right, I’ll see you tomorrow.’
Her stomach churning as she joined Dave at the table, Anne couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to meet Alan again. She’d only had a couple of boyfriends before she’d met Dave, but she’d never two-timed them. Cheating slut, she thought as Dave talked about the future. Downing her drink, she asked him to buy her another one. This was a nightmare, she thought as he took her empty glass to the bar. Alan grinned at her again, and her gaze met his. He was old, she mused. But he was an attractive man. And his cock was huge and … She felt like a common whore as he winked at her.
She should have known that Hayley would never try to steal her boyfriend, Anne reflecte
d as Alan licked his lips and winked at her again. She’d never really got on with her sister, but she should have known that the girl would never dream of stealing her boyfriend. Noticing Alan talking to Dave, she held her hand to her mouth. What would Dave think of her if he discovered that she’d been fucking a man in his fifties? she wondered anxiously. What if people started talking and word got out?
Anne trembled as Dave retook his seat at the table and talked again about the future. She chatted with him for half an hour, trying to come across as relaxed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Alan. He knew how to please a young girl, she thought, recalling his huge cock shafting her tight pussy, his fresh spunk overflowing and running down her inner thighs. He was good company, he knew how to please a girl … But she couldn’t see him again, she decided finally. She’d enjoyed her time with him, enjoyed the spanking and fucking, but it had been a mistake and she couldn’t see him again.
Finishing her drink and leaving the pub with Dave, Anne felt guilty as they walked to her house. She’d forgotten that she’d told him that she was a virgin. That had been another mistake, she reflected as they reached her house and he kissed her good night. She should never have lied, but she knew that lying would now become the norm. Slipping his hand up her short skirt, Dave massaged the swell of her pussy lips through the tight material of her sperm-soaked knickers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her young body, and she knew that he wanted her.
‘You’re very wet,’ he breathed. ‘Your knickers are absolutely drenched. Are you ready for it now?’