Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  Before she could answer, he’d pushed his swollen knob into her wet mouth. The other old man drove his erect penis deep into the contracting sheath of her teenage vagina and she breathed heavily through her nose, wondering what she’d become. From a relatively innocent eighteen-year-old girl she’d turned into a wanton whore, a filthy slut. She’d enjoyed the sex, the danger and excitement, but this wasn’t what she’d planned. This was all Hayley’s fault, she thought as the double-ended fucking rocked her young body.

  ‘You’re a little beauty,’ Brian gasped, repeatedly ramming his bulbous knob against her creamy-wet cervix. ‘You’re a dream come true.’

  ‘I told you that she was a horny little tart,’ Alan said triumphantly. ‘You love it, don’t you, Anne?’

  Moaning through her nose, Anne pondered on his words. A horny little tart. Never had she dreamed that she’d become a tart and allow two old men to push their solid cocks into her young body. But what worried her most was that she was enjoying the crude sex acts. Her pussy milk squelching with the crude double shafting as she sucked and mouthed on the swollen knob bloating her pretty mouth, she knew that she could never give up her exciting new way of life.

  Brian announced that he was coming as Alan’s knob swelled within her gobbling mouth, and Anne felt her clitoris swell and her young womb contract as her own orgasm welled from the depth of her pelvis. This was wrong, she thought, her naked body shaking uncontrollably as her vaginal duct flooded with the old man’s creamy sperm. Her mouth overflowing with Alan’s spunk, she tried to comprehend her uncharacteristic behaviour but then her orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her clitoris.

  ‘More, more,’ she gasped as her young body rocked with the double-ended shafting.

  ‘You’ll have plenty more,’ Brian breathed as he grabbed her shapely hips and repeatedly drove his throbbing knob deep into her spasming sex sheath.

  ‘You’ll be drowning in spunk before we’ve finished with you,’ Alan added.

  Her eyes rolling, her breathing fast and shallow, Anne cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy as she rode the crest of her incredible climax. The men gasped as they shafted each end of her young body and drained their swinging balls and Anne knew that, in their eyes, she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be used and abused. But she was coming to accept her new role, and she wondered whether she could make some money from selling her services to sad and lonely old men.

  Prostitution. The word battered her tormented mind as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core. The penises were hard, shafting her pretty mouth and her young vagina, and Anne thought again that she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be fucked. She hadn’t taken money for sex, she reflected. But this was as good as prostitution. A cocktail of her sex milk and sperm streaming down her inner thighs, her mouth overflowing as she did her best to swallow the male cream, she wondered how far she’d go in her debauchery. Would she take a cock into her young pussy as another forced its way deep into her tight rectum? she mused anxiously as her orgasm faded. How far would she go in the name of sexual degradation?

  As the men slipped their deflating penises out of her trembling body, Anne hauled her trembling body upright and wiped her sperm-glossed lips with the back of her hand. The men chuckled and talked about her as if she wasn’t there, and she knew that she had to put a stop to her debauchery. Grabbing her clothes and dressing, she ignored their crude comments about her sex holes. They wanted to meet her there the following evening, they wanted to use and abuse her for their own sexual satisfaction, but she declined.

  ‘I can’t,’ she breathed softly as she finished dressing and headed for the door.

  ‘The following day, then?’ Alan persisted.

  ‘I have to go,’ Anne said, leaving the room and fleeing the house.

  Walking home, she knew that she had to give up her whoredom and return to the innocent girl she once was. Hayley was right, she should be studying and thinking of the future rather than playing about with boys. Playing about with dirty old men? It was over, she thought happily as she reached her house. Dave, Rick, Alan, Brian … No more, she decided.

  Four

  ANNE DIDN’T GO in to college on the last day of term. She was confused, her mind wandering, as she slipped out of her bed and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She looked so young without her pubic hair, she observed as she parted her feet wide and gazed at the fleshy swell of her outer lips. She should never have removed her pubes, she reflected. Recalling the old man’s penis shafting her teenage vagina, she sighed. The images of her debauched acts with two old men were etched in her memory, never to be forgotten. She grabbed a pair of knickers from her drawer and concealed her hairless pussy with the white cotton material. But out of sight wasn’t out of mind.

  ‘I want to talk to you,’ Hayley said, bursting into the room.

  ‘I’m dressing,’ Anne complained, folding her arms to cover her young breasts.

  ‘I don’t care what you’re doing. Rick and I have split up.’

  ‘Oh? Why’s that?’

  ‘You know damned well why. You’re a slut, Anne.’

  ‘Thanks very much.’

  ‘I have a new boyfriend, and I want you to keep away from him.’

  ‘That was quick,’ Anne said, with a snigger. ‘You dump one and then find another within a few hours, and you call me a slut?’

  ‘As it happens, I’ve known Robin for a long time. We’ve been on and off for several months and I’ve been—’

  ‘Screwing him behind Rick’s back? Wow, you really are a slut.’

  ‘Anne, I have not been screwing anyone behind Rick’s back. I’m seeing Robin this evening. He’s coming here and I want you to keep out of sight.’

  ‘Why should I hide? I live here too, you know.’

  ‘Do what you like – he wouldn’t be interested in you.’

  ‘How do you know that?’

  ‘He’s not interested in silly little teenage girls. I have to go to work now, so I’ll talk to you later about what you said at breakfast yesterday.’

  Anne grinned as Hayley left the room. She dressed in a short skirt and skimpy crop-top and made her plans. Not interested in teenage girls? she mused wickedly. ‘We’ll soon see about that,’ she breathed as she went down to the kitchen for breakfast. With a bald pussy, full sex lips and a very tight vagina, she knew that she could have any man she wanted. And that included her sister’s boyfriends.

  The day dragged on and Anne spent most of her time in her room watching television. No more college for eight weeks, she mused as she checked her watch after dinner. She was going to have to find something exciting to do during the holiday, she thought. Seducing Robin would be a good place to start, she decided as the doorbell rang. Hayley was in her bedroom getting ready, giving Anne a chance to chat to Robin. Slipping into the lounge and sitting on the sofa as her mother answered the door, she felt her stomach somersault with excitement.

  ‘This is Robin,’ her mother said, leading the young man into the room. ‘Robin, this is Anne.’

  ‘Pleased to meet you,’ Anne said, parting her thighs a little. ‘Have a seat. I’m sure mum will make the proverbial cup of tea.’

  ‘I could do with a cup of tea,’ Robin breathed. ‘Things have been rather hectic today and I haven’t had time for anything.’

  ‘You’ve known Hayley for some time, then?’ Anne asked him as her mother left the room.

  ‘Yes, for several months. We were just friends until … well, I’ve just come out of a long-term relationship.’

  ‘Long-term relationships are a waste of time. You’re very good-looking. I’m sure that you could have any girl you wanted.’

  Robin chuckled, obviously feeling more at ease. ‘Well, I don’t know about that,’ he said.

  Anne parted her thighs further as he sat in the armchair opposite her. ‘I mean it,’ she said, with a giggle. ‘I wish I’d met you before Hayley did.’

  ‘O
h, well – I don’t know what to say. Where is Hayley?’

  ‘She’s getting ready upstairs. Are you going anywhere nice?’

  ‘We were going to the cinema to see that new film, but … Hayley has to be up early tomorrow morning.’

  ‘I wanted to go and see that film,’ Anne sighed. ‘My boyfriend wouldn’t take me so I dumped him.’

  ‘Oh, I see.’ Robin brushed his dark hair away from his forehead as he gazed at the swell of Anne’s tight knickers. ‘You’re very pretty – I’m sure you could have anyone you wanted.’

  ‘I know I can,’ Anne replied impishly. ‘So, where are you going this evening?’

  ‘Nowhere exciting. We’re only going to the pub at the end of the road.’

  Anne looked at the door and then leaned forward on the sofa. ‘When you’ve taken Hayley home,’ she whispered, again glancing at the door, ‘would you meet me in the pub?’

  ‘Well, I don’t know,’ he muttered, his dark eyes frowning.

  ‘It’s just that I need to talk to you about Hayley.’

  ‘Oh?’

  ‘I can’t say anything now. But if you can meet me …’

  ‘All right. I will if it’s important.’

  ‘Yes, it is. I’ll be in the pub with a friend, so if you come back later …’

  ‘Yes, yes, of course.’

  ‘What are you up to?’ Hayley asked as she breezed into the room and glared at Anne.

  ‘I’m going out,’ Anne replied. ‘See you, Robin. It was nice meeting you.’

  ‘Yes, and you.’

  Leaving the house, Anne headed for the pub with wicked thoughts swirling in her young mind. Robin was very good-looking, she reflected, wondering how big his cock was. She’d thought of telling him that he was one of several men that Hayley was seeing, but she didn’t want to cause trouble before she’d had the chance to get Robin alone in the woods. They’d go for a walk, she decided as she reached the pub and ordered a drink. They’d walk through the park to the woods, chatting about Hayley, and then she’d drop her knickers and show him her hairless pussy and—

  ‘Hi, sexy,’ Alan whispered in her ear.

  ‘Oh, hi,’ she breathed, turning and facing him.

  ‘Brian was over the moon after seeing you last night. He’s really looking forward to the next time, and so am I.’

  ‘You are naughty,’ Anne whispered, grinning at him. ‘But I can’t meet you again.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘I’m not a slut, Alan. I mean, I love sex, but not with two men at the same time.’

  ‘You loved it, you silly girl. Why try to deny it?’

  ‘Because I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be a common whore.’

  ‘That’s a shame because Brian is very well off and he was talking about paying you.’

  ‘Alan … I’m not a prostitute.’

  ‘I know that. But you might as well take his money. You love the sex and you’ll have some cash, too.’

  ‘Well, I don’t know,’ Anne murmured, beginning to weaken. ‘How much is he willing to pay – did he say?’

  ‘Fifty quid a time. How does that sound?’

  ‘God,’ she breathed, her eyes wide as she gazed at him. ‘That’s a lot of money.’

  ‘You’re a lot of girl, Anne. In fact, you could earn yourself a small fortune. I know that you’re not a prostitute and you shouldn’t think of it that way. Still, Brian is loaded, you love sex, and he’s willing to help you out financially. There’s nothing wrong with that.’

  ‘No, I suppose not,’ she said. ‘I’ll talk to you later, OK?’

  Sitting at her usual table, Anne thought about Alan’s proposition. She was short of cash and fifty pounds a time would really help her out. But she knew that, whichever way she looked at it, it was prostitution. This was all Hayley’s fault, she mused as she sipped her drink. Had Hayley not run after Dave and gone to the park with him … There again, she couldn’t really blame her sister. Wondering about seducing Robin, Anne knew that she should put a stop to her games. But she could see the old man if he was willing to pay her.

  ‘Hi,’ Rick said as he wandered over to her table. ‘I suppose you’ve heard?’

  ‘Yes, Hayley told me. So, what happened?’

  ‘She guessed that I’d met someone and … well, that was that. Look, I can’t stay. Obviously I won’t be going to your house again but I was just wondering whether we could still see each other?’

  ‘Yes, of course,’ Anne said, grabbing her handbag and writing down her mobile number. ‘There you go. Give me a ring when you’re free.’

  ‘That’s great. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we … well, you know.’

  ‘It was amazing, Rick. We’ll do it again, give me a call.’

  ‘You bet. OK, must dash – I’m working tonight.’

  Anne grinned as he left the pub, but then she frowned. She’d vowed to stop playing her games. Now she’d given Rick her phone number and was planning to take money from Brian in return for obscene sex. She was going to have to decide which way she wanted her life to go. She could either find a decent boyfriend and remain faithful to him, or live a life of exciting and crude sex both with men and young girls.

  Recalling her time in the derelict house with the teenage lesbians, Anne began to wish that she’d met them earlier that day. They would have been there in their lunch break, and they’d have enjoyed licking each other’s wet pussies and … Her clitoris stirred at the thought of lesbian sex and she realised again that she was going to have to decide which way she wanted her life to go. There was no harm in a girl licking another girl’s pussy, she concluded. It wasn’t really lesbianism, it was just sex. Besides, a girl knew how to do it properly. Fingering, licking and sucking … The notion excited her and she knew that she had to turn her thoughts to Robin, her latest victim.

  Hayley finally wandered into the pub with Robin and managed to flash a smile at Anne, but it was obvious that she didn’t want to join her little sister. Anne wasn’t bothered. She was looking forward to meeting Robin later and luring him into the woods for sex. Her clitoris swelling at the prospect of crude sex, her tight knickers wetting, she wondered whether he’d like her hairless pussy. Would he lick her tight hole? Would he suck her ripe clitoris into his hot mouth? Robin glanced at her several times, flashing her a smile, and she reckoned that he too was looking forward to their clandestine meeting. But he’d have no idea of her plans of seduction.

  Her stomach somersaulted with excitement and she downed several more drinks before Robin finally walked Hayley home. He should only be ten minutes or so, Anne thought as she left the pub. It was better to wait outside, she decided. She didn’t want to be seen in the pub with him so she’d wait for him and then suggest that they walk to the park to have a chat. Wondering where Dave was, she moved away from the pub and sat on a low wall. The last thing she needed was Dave turning up and questioning her.

  ‘I thought we were going to meet in the pub?’ Robin said as he approached.

  ‘It’s a lovely evening,’ Anne said softly, slipping off the wall and smiling at him. ‘How about walking in the park?’

  ‘OK, if you prefer it.’

  ‘We can’t talk in the pub – there are too many people there. Did Hayley say anything about me?’

  ‘She told me to keep away from you,’ Robin replied as they walked towards the park. ‘I think she’s jealous of you.’

  ‘That’s good. It was always the other way round – I used to be jealous of her.’

  ‘Don’t you two get on?’

  ‘Yes, it’s just that … oh, I don’t know. I suppose we’ve never got on. We’re totally different. She thinks that I should be studying rather than having fun.’ Reaching the park, Anne walked with Robin towards the trees. ‘Have you ever been into the woods?’ she asked him. ‘There are some lovely flowers there.’

  ‘No, I haven’t,’ he said, following her along a narrow path.

  As they reached the clearing am
ongst the bushes, Anne recalled taking Rick there. This was an ideal place to seduce Hayley’s boyfriends, she thought as she sat on the grass with her chin resting on her knees. Robin sat opposite her and eyed the bulge of her tight knickers between her slender thighs. Would he succumb to her feminine charms? Could he resist a dirty little teenage slut?

  ‘So, what did you want to talk about?’ he asked her. ‘Not wild flowers, I’m sure.’

  ‘No, no, not flowers. Have you had sex with Hayley?’ Anne asked unashamedly.

  ‘Er … well, no, I haven’t. That’s an odd question. Why do you ask?’

  ‘She’s a funny girl and … She doesn’t like sex. I just wanted to let you know that she’s a strange girl.’

  ‘I’ve known her for some time and she seems normal to me.’

  ‘She will come across as normal, until you make a move. If I were you, I wouldn’t even attempt anything sexual with her.’

  ‘Oh, well … Thanks for the tip. But I don’t see how we can have a proper relationship without sex.’

  ‘No one can have a proper relationship with Hayley. She’s had several boyfriends and they’ve all dumped her. It’s a shame because she’s a lovely girl. As I said, we’re totally different. I love sex, I can’t get enough of it.’

  Robin grinned at her and focused again on her tight knickers bulging between her thighs. Was he tempted? Anne wondered. Or hadn’t she made it plain enough that she was offering him her young body? Leaning back on her hands, she stretched her legs out and parted her feet to give him a better look at the snug material swelling to contain her full sex lips. She couldn’t have made it more obvious that she wanted sex with him, she thought as Robin checked his watch. He seemed fidgety, moving about on the grass as if he was about to leave, and she wondered whether she’d fail in her quest to seduce him.

  ‘I’d better be going,’ he finally said.

  ‘Already?’ Anne murmured, frowning at him.