by Ray Gordon
Anne propped herself up on her elbows as the brunette sat beside her. ‘I don’t know,’ she breathed, the taste of female sex milk lingering on her tongue. ‘I’m not a lesbian.’
‘We’re not lesbians, either,’ the blonde said, with a giggle. ‘We both have boyfriends but … well, there’s nothing like another girl’s tongue.’
‘We’d better get going,’ the other girl said, leaping off the mattress and grabbing her clothes.
Anne wasn’t sure what to say as the girls dressed. She clambered to her feet, slipped her knickers up her long legs and waited by the door. Should she meet them again? she wondered. She’d certainly enjoyed her initiation into lesbian sex, but she felt uneasy about her new-found pleasure. Her uncharacteristic emotions worried her as she watched the girls kissing passionately. This wasn’t right, she thought as her clitoris swelled. Male and female fit but … but she couldn’t deny the immense pleasure she’d derived from the three-way lesbian coupling.
‘Will you be here tomorrow?’ the blonde asked her. ‘By the way, I’m Dee and this is Angela.’
‘I’m Anne,’ she breathed. ‘Yes, yes – I’ll be here tomorrow.’
‘That’s good. I’ll look forward to sucking your little tits.’
‘So will I,’ Angela chipped in.’
‘You mentioned that you had boyfriends,’ Anne said. ‘Do you share them? I mean …’
‘No, never,’ Dee replied. ‘We’re going to be late. By the way, shave your pussy. See you tomorrow.’
Anne closed her eyes as Dee locked her full lips to hers and kissed her. She could taste her own pussy juice as the girl’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and she wondered what she’d got herself into. Then Angela kissed her, and she felt her stomach flutter. A battle between right and wrong raging in her tormented mind, she was pleased when the girls finally left. She grabbed her bag, ambled down the stairs and stepped out into the sunshine. She wasn’t sure how she felt as she sat on the grass and recalled the lesbian acts she’d indulged in. These were new and confusing emotions, and Anne found herself lost in her swirling thoughts.
She began to think about her teenage body and how she could not only lure men into having sex with her, but attract other girls too. Hayley wouldn’t have indulged in lesbian sex, she thought. She was too refined and perfect to do such naughty things. But was it really that bad to have sex with another girl? After all, it was only fun, and most gratifying. But Anne still found her predicament confusing. What if word got out? she wondered. What would people think of her?
It was her life, she decided. What other people thought didn’t matter. As long as she was enjoying her teenage years, then what the hell? Besides, no one would discover the shocking truth. Shocking. Anne mulled over the word and realised that her behaviour had been shocking. Her mother would definitely be shocked if she discovered that her young daughter had been entwined in lust with two other girls. But the experience had been immensely exciting, and she knew that she’d meet the girls at the house again for another session of girl-sex.
Sitting with her chin resting on her knees, Anne smiled as blades of grass tickled the smooth flesh either side of her tight knickers. She was becoming more aware of her young body, the pleasures it could give her, and she slipped her wet knickers off and allowed the grass to tease the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her crack opening, she breathed deeply as her inner lips emerged as if seeking the blades of grass. She looked down between her knees at the swell of her outer lips and smiled as she imagined shaving her pussy.
It might be fun to have no pubes, Anne mused as she picked a nearby flower and stroked her unfurling inner lips with the soft petals. Her clitoris swelled, her juices of arousal flowed, and she realised that she’d never given sex so much thought before. But her inner desires had been stirred, woken from the deep, and she knew that she’d never look back. It was as if she’d only just discovered sex, she reflected dreamily as she tickled the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris with the flower.
Hearing voices, Anne grabbed her knickers and bag and dived into the bushes beneath the front room window of the house. Spying from her hide, she frowned as she gazed at Alan and another man walking towards the house. What was Alan up to? she wondered as they stood by the front door. Why take someone else to their secret place? Keeping perfectly still, she listened to their conversation.
‘She’s eighteen,’ Alan said. ‘And she’s a right little slut. She loves spanking and pissing and—’
‘You’ve already told me all this,’ the man cut in with a chuckle. ‘What I want to know is, will she let me fuck her?’
‘And I’ve already told you, Brian. I don’t know. She has a boyfriend but she’s happy to meet me here for sex so she’s pretty free with her body. I’ll have to play it by ear, mention that I have a friend who might want to join in and see how she reacts. Hopefully, she’ll meet me here this evening.’
‘Will it be OK if I hide somewhere and watch?’
‘Yes, no problem. Come into the house and I’ll show you the front room.’
Anne left her hide and slipped away as the men went into the house. Walking along the path through the trees, she couldn’t believe that Alan wanted to share her with this man Brian who must have been in his late sixties. More confused than ever, she wondered what to do as she headed home. Two men, she mused, her stomach fluttering, her young womb contracting. Two men, two hard cocks … Things were going to get out of hand, she knew as she reached her house and closed the front door behind her. Fortunately, no one was home so she dashed up the stairs to her bedroom and dumped her bag on the floor. Lesbian sex, sex with Alan and Rick … Things were out of hand.
Anne tossed her wet knickers into her wash basket, lifted her short skirt and gazed at her pubic curls. Should she shave? she wondered, recalling the lesbian’s words. Her curls would soon grow back, she thought, lowering her skirt and wandering into the bathroom. She grabbed a tube of hair-removing cream from the shelf, knowing that it belonged to Hayley. Her sister wouldn’t miss a little bit, she mused, lifting her skirt and massaging the cream into the swell of her outer lips and the gentle rise of her mons.
Anne waited for ten minutes and then wiped the cream away with a damp flannel. The transformation was incredible, she thought as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her outer lips were bald and smooth to the touch and her inner lips protruded alluringly from her naked crack. Running her fingertips over her bald flesh, she wondered what Alan would think of her new look. But if she went to the house to meet him that evening, she knew that the other man would be watching her.
The notion excited her. She lowered her skirt, returned to her room and grabbed a clean pair of knickers from her drawer. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the smooth cotton material glided up her long legs and caressed the hairless lips of her pussy. She felt highly aroused as she walked around her room. Her succulent sex lips tingling, her clitoris swelling, she knew that she had to go to the house and meet Alan. Her clean knickers were already wetting with her juices of arousal as she imagined slipping her clothes off, knowing that an old man was spying. He’d gaze at her naked body, her petite breasts, her hairless pussy and … and he’d want to fuck her.
Her quest had been to get her own back on Hayley, Anne reflected as she lay on her bed. But meeting Alan and his friend for sex had nothing to do with Hayley and she knew that she was going way off track. But the excitement, the danger … She was discovering a deeper, darker side to her character. As she fell into a deep sleep, she knew that she was discovering sex.
‘Oh, you’re home,’ her mother said as she appeared in the doorway.
‘Yes, I … I was just …’ Anne stammered. ‘What time is it?’
‘Getting on for six. How was college?’
‘Er … fine.’
‘Are you all right, Anne? Only you look terribly guilty.’
‘I’m fine, mum, honestly.’
‘You were sleeping. I think you need a few early nights.’
‘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 f
lesh 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?’