by Ray Gordon
‘Anne, I know what you’re trying to do. The thing is, I’m in love with Hayley and—’
‘I’m not trying to do anything,’ she cut in.
‘Look, you’re a very attractive girl but Hayley is the one for me.’
‘I’ll be honest with you, Robin,’ Anne sighed. ‘You’re a very nice man and you deserve to know the truth.’
‘Oh?’
‘Hayley has several men on the go. I’m afraid that you’re only one of many.’
‘What?’ he gasped. ‘But I thought—’
‘She’s seeing some bloke called Rick. Before him there was Ian and then … This story about her having to get up early tomorrow … she’s with Rick now, that’s why she wanted to go home early.’
Robin looked genuinely saddened by Anne’s revelation, and she felt a bit guilty. But her guilt was outweighed by her soaring arousal as she parted her legs further and displayed the triangular patch of thin material running between the smooth flesh of her slender thighs. As Robin gazed at her, she vowed to have his cock shafting her teenage pussy before he left, and she was prepared to do anything to achieve her goal. Lifting her buttocks clear of the ground, she slipped her knickers off and lay back on the grass with her legs parted as wide as they’d go.
‘Anne,’ he breathed, staring at the bald lips of her young pussy, her opening sex crack. ‘What the hell are you trying to do to me?’
‘I’m trying to seduce you,’ she replied unashamedly. ‘You might be in love with Hayley, but she won’t have sex with you. Why don’t you see her – when she’s not seeing her other men – but come to me for sex?’
‘Are you for real?’ Robin asked, with a chuckle. ‘You mean that you wouldn’t mind me going out with your sister, and then just using you for sex?’
‘I wouldn’t mind at all. As I said, she’s seeing other men so … Don’t you like my hairless little pussy?’
‘God, yes, I love it.’
‘Come and take it, then. It’s all yours, Robin.’
Settling between her legs, Robin licked Anne’s opening sex crack as she looked up at the trees high above her. Another successful conquest, she thought dreamily as he parted her smooth outer lips and lapped at her hot vaginal hole. It was a shame that she’d had to lie about her sister not liking sex and going out with other men, but life wasn’t always fair. Besides, she was still sure that Hayley had been screwing Dave so what the hell?
‘You’re a horny little slut and I’m going to fuck you senseless,’ Robin breathed, much to Anne’s surprise.
‘Wow, you are a man after all,’ she said, giggling as he thrust two fingers deep into the creamy-wet heat of her contracting vagina. ‘I thought that you were a prude, like my big sister.’
‘If she’s a prude, how come she’s seeing other men?’
‘As I said, she’s a strange girl. She’ll go out with you, but see other men for sex. She’s always done that. She’ll hang onto one man, and then fuck others behind his back. You’re better off without her.’
‘I’d love to fuck you in your house while she’s in the next room.’
‘I’m sure that I can arrange that. When you’re next round and she’s getting ready in her room, you can come up to my room and fuck me.’
‘I’d love that, like I said. When she kisses me she’ll taste your cunt juice on my lips.’
‘God, and there I was thinking that you were a prude. Why don’t you fuck me now and show me what you can really do to a teenage slut?’
Slipping his wet fingers out of Anne’s hot vagina, Robin took his shoes and trousers off and displayed his erect penis to her wide eyes. Gasping as she gazed at the amazing length and sheer girth of his huge member, Anne reckoned that he’d split her open. She held her breath as his knob slipped between the wet petals of her inner lips and he drove his cock slowly into her trembling body. The stretching sensation drove her wild – she dug her fingernails into the soft grass and arched her back as he looked down at her pretty face and smiled.
‘Big enough for you?’ he asked her proudly.
‘God, yes,’ she breathed, her eyes rolling. ‘It’s too bloody big. Hayley doesn’t know what she’s missing.’
‘Now that I have you, she never will know what she’s missing.’
‘Leave her to fuck her other men, Robin. You stay with me and I’ll keep you happy.’
Withdrawing for an instant, he rammed his weapon back deep into Anne’s spasming vaginal sheath. His swinging balls battering her naked buttocks as he found his shafting rhythm, his bulbous knob pummelling her creamy-wet cervix, Robin knew that she was in her sexual heaven as he gazed into her brown eyes. He was good, Anne thought, her young body gliding across the grass with each penile thrust. Her inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft, her swollen clitoris massaged by the sheer girth of his magnificent cock, she realised that he certainly knew how to please a girl.
Listening to the squelching of her vaginal juices, Anne felt the birth of her orgasm stir within the depths of her contracting womb as Robin stepped up his shafting rhythm. Her lower stomach rising and falling with every thrust of his solid cock, her eyes rolling as she lost herself in her sexual frenzy, she cried out as her orgasm erupted. She could feel Robin’s creamy spunk jetting from his throbbing knob and lubricating their illicit coupling. His cream overflowed from her spasming vagina, splattering the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, and she cried out again as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core.
This was the best sex she’d had so far, Anne thought dreamily as Robin threw his head back and shafted her tight vagina with a vengeance. Alan had been good and Rick was fantastic, but Robin was incredible. His spunk ran down between her firm buttocks, lubricating her tight anus, and she imagined his huge cock fucking her tight rectum. Her arousal soared to frightening heights as she pictured the brown ring of her anus stretched tautly around the base of his solid penis and she knew that she’d become a fully-fledged slut. Morals, self-respect, dignity … all had been stripped away and replaced by crude sexual acts – and immense gratification.
She’d been taught right from wrong, Anne reflected as her orgasm began to fade and Robin slowed his shafting rhythm. She’d been taught how to be ladylike and refined but her new-found release, her sluttish behaviour, brought her more pleasure from her teenage body than she’d dreamed possible. Not only had the excitement of screwing around and stealing her sister’s boyfriends become an obsession, but it had grown into an addiction. She was hooked on obscene sexual acts and ruining her sister’s relationships, and she knew that she could never quell her craving for sexual gratification.
‘You were fantastic,’ Robin breathed as he withdrew his deflating penis and settled by her side on the grass. ‘The best fuck I’ve ever had.’
‘Do you say that to all the girls?’ Anne said, with a giggle.
‘Yes, but I really mean it this time. So, how did I do? Will you be coming back for more?’
‘Oh, yes, definitely. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.’
‘Do you say that to all the boys?’ he quipped.
‘Of course I do.’
‘How many cocks have you had?’
‘I don’t know – I’ve lost count. How come you’re going out with Hayley?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, she’s not exactly a nymphomaniac. Judging by the way you fuck, I’d have thought that you’d be screwing a right little slut.’
‘I am screwing a right little slut,’ Robin said, chuckling as he slipped his fingertip into her spermed sex crack and massaged her swelling clitoris. ‘And I hope to be screwing her every day. What I don’t understand is … If Hayley doesn’t like sex, why does she cheat on me by seeing other men? I mean, she’s either a prude or she’s not.’
‘I’ve told you, Robin. She’s a funny girl. I don’t think she knows what she wants. Would you like Hayley to catch us fucking?’
‘I don’t know,’ he sighed. ‘I love her but
…’
‘How can you say that you love her when you’re fucking her little sister behind her back?’
‘Maybe I don’t love her – I don’t know. She’s good company and we’ve had some fun together. But the things you’ve told me about her have made me think twice about seeing her again. I wouldn’t want to hurt her. I don’t think it would be fair to have her catch us fucking.’
‘I suppose you’re right,’ Anne murmured, leaping to her feet. ‘I’d better be going before it gets dark and the monsters come and get me.’
‘Monsters?’ Robin echoed, frowning at her as she pulled her wet knickers up her long legs.
‘Do you want to come to the pub for a drink?’
‘No, no, I’d better get home.’
As she left the woods with Robin, Anne wondered again where her life was taking her. She was thinking about meeting Alan in the pub, maybe fucking him before going home, but she wasn’t sure. The notion excited her, but it also worried her. She couldn’t keep offering her teenage body to men, she mused as Robin walked beside her and talked about meeting her the following evening for sex. Her stomach somersaulted as she imagined meeting Alan and his friend in the derelict house and then taking Robin to the woods. She stopped outside the pub and gazed at him.
‘Are you sure that you don’t want to have a drink with me?’ she asked him.
‘No, I can’t,’ he sighed. ‘I have stuff to sort out.’
‘I’ll be at home tomorrow evening,’ Anne said. ‘When you come round to see Hayley, we’ll have a quick fuck.’
‘Great,’ Robin said eagerly. ‘With any luck, she’ll be in her room. Look, I really must go.’
‘Dirty boy,’ Anne breathed. ‘OK, I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll fuck in my house.’
‘Be good,’ Robin called, chuckling as he walked away.
Anne wandered into the pub and gazed at the sea of faces as she bought a large vodka and tonic. The pub was busy, for a change, but her table was free. As she sat down she couldn’t see Alan or Dave, and she began to wish that she’d gone straight home. Wondering when Rick would phone her, she realised that she was going to have to make a list of the men she was seeing and work out a timetable. Knocking back her drink, thinking again what a slut she was, she was about to leave when Alan’s friend Brian walked towards her and grinned.
‘Hi,’ he said, sitting opposite her. ‘Alan said that you use this pub.’
‘Shouldn’t you be tucked up in your bed, Brian?’ she asked him. ‘It’s getting late.’
‘I’d like to be tucked up in bed with you,’ he quipped.
Anne cocked her head to one side and grinned. ‘Are you married?’
‘Yes, I am. But my sex life finished years ago. My wife and I have separate beds – it was her idea.’
‘I need some excitement, Brian. I’m bored.’
‘I thought that your life was exciting enough?’
‘It is but … I love danger, the thrill and danger of getting caught with my knickers down.’
‘I’ll pull your knickers down for you,’ Brian said, winking at her.
‘Let’s play a game,’ Anne breathed huskily. ‘I’ll call at your house, pretending to be selling something, and you invite me in.’
‘What sort of game is that?’
‘Will your wife be in bed?’
‘No, not for a long time yet. What are you getting at?’
‘You invite me in, and we’ll have sex.’
‘With my wife watching us? No, I don’t think so.’
‘No, no. You show me round the house and—’
‘We’ve been thinking about buying new bedroom furniture,’ he cut in, obviously up for the game. ‘I could say that you’ve come to measure up and give us a quote.’
‘OK, that sounds good.’
‘How about tomorrow evening, then?’
‘Tonight, Brian,’ Anne replied. ‘We’ll go there now.’
‘No, we can’t do it tonight.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because my wife’s brother is down from Scotland – he’s staying with us.’
‘Even better,’ she said, leaving the table. ‘Come on, let’s do it.’
Shaking his head as he followed her out of the pub, Brian repeatedly told her that this wasn’t a good idea. But Anne wasn’t listening. She was imagining giving the old man a blow job in the marital bedroom while his wife was downstairs chatting with her brother. With any luck, the woman would climb the stairs and catch her husband with his cock embedded deep inside Anne’s warm, wet mouth and there’d be a huge row.
When they reached the house, Anne gave Brian his instructions and waited outside as he let himself in and closed the front door. She didn’t really look like a salesperson or company representative, she thought, gazing at her short skirt. But if she started talking about bedroom furniture and Brian played his part properly, she’d get away with it. Did she really want to wreck his marriage? she wondered. It would be fun if his wife caught him fucking a teenage girl, but … Realising the extent of her wickedness, she wondered how far she’d go in her quest for danger and excitement.
Pondering on the scam, Anne wondered whether she should try it with Alan and his wife. Or her next-door neighbour, she mused in her rising wickedness. He was in his sixties and he’d often gazed longingly at Anne over the garden fence when she’d been sunbathing in her bikini. The danger and excitement sending her arousal sky-high, she decided that she’d given Brian long enough. She walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.
‘Can I help you?’ a woman asked, opening the door.
‘Bedroom furniture,’ Anne said. ‘Your husband arranged—’
‘Oh dear, he obviously forgot to tell me,’ she cut in. ‘Please come in.’
‘Men are all the same,’ Anne said, chuckling as she stepped into the hall. ‘My husband forgets everything.’
‘Oh, the bedroom furniture,’ Brian breathed as he joined his wife. ‘Sorry, dear, I forgot all about it.’
‘It won’t take me long to measure up,’ Anne said. ‘And then I’ll get the quote in the post to you.’
Smiling at Anne, Brian winked. ‘Er … I’ll show you upstairs.’
Following him, Anne felt her stomach somersault as she imagined having sex with the old man in the marital bedroom. Luckily, his wife had gone into the lounge, giving her the opportunity to play her wicked game. She loved playing games, and this was the most dangerous one yet. Her clitoris swelled as she followed Brian into the bedroom and she lifted her short skirt and pulled her knickers down to her knees. He gazed at her bald sex folds and grinned as she parted her succulent lips and exposed the inner wings of her teenage pussy. Wasting no time, Brian pushed the door closed and unzipped his trousers.
‘You’re a naughty little slut,’ he breathed softly. ‘Bend over the end of the bed and I’ll give you the fucking of your young life.’
‘And you’re a dirty old man,’ Anne replied, leaning over the bed and keeping her skirt up.
Brian’s swollen knob slid between the hairless lips of her wet pussy and his rock-hard shaft entered her. He grabbed her shapely hips and drove his organ fully home. Anne gasped in the grip of her arousal and excitement as he began his fucking motions. Imagining his wife walking into the bedroom and witnessing his crude act, she reached behind her slender body and parted the rounded cheeks of her bottom wide. Brian was gazing at her tight anal hole, she knew as his swinging balls battered the hairless mound of her mons. Would he fuck her there? she wondered, picturing his huge knob slipping past her anal ring and driving deep into the dank heat of her bowels. Would he pump his spunk deep into the humid depths of her rectum?
‘You really are a filthy slut,’ Brian gasped as the squelching sound when his rigid prick plunged into Anne’s vaginal juices mixed with Robin’s sperm resounded around the room. ‘God, you’re so wet.’
‘You make me wet,’ Anne breathed. ‘I’ll bet you never thought that you’d be fucking a teenage gir
l in your bedroom.’
‘I never thought that I’d be fucking anyone again in my life, let alone a horny little beauty like you.’
‘I’ll have to come round and measure up for bedroom furniture again. Of course, you’ll have to make it worth my while.’
‘I wondered when you’d ask for money. How much do you want?’
‘What am I worth?’
‘Does fifty per fuck suit you?’
‘Perfectly. Now, give me your spunk.’
Stifling her gasps of pleasure as her solid clitoris exploded in orgasm, Anne was beyond caring about right and wrong. If the old man wanted to pay her to fuck her and take her to massive orgasms, that was fine by her. The idea of prostituting herself didn’t bother her any more. Why shouldn’t she earn some cash from her young body? she thought as her orgasm peaked and she cried out in the grip of illicit ecstasy. Whimpering softly, she threw her head back and rocked her hips to meet Brian’s penile thrusts. If only his wife would walk in, she imagined wickedly, picturing the woman screaming before she left the house in disgust.
Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, Anne lay face down on the bed as Brian slipped his cock out of her newly spermed vagina and zipped his trousers. Breathing heavily in the aftermath of her wanton debauchery, she wondered what the hell she’d become as he tossed fifty pounds onto the bed. She was a prostitute, she thought anxiously as she felt his sperm oozing from her inflamed vaginal hole. Robin had flooded her young pussy with spunk, Brian had used her to satisfy his base desires … Rick, Dave … Who was next in line?
‘You’d better get out of here,’ Brian said, helping her up. ‘I don’t want my wife coming up here and finding you sprawled across her bed with my spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt.’
‘OK,’ Anne murmured softly, pulling her knickers up and adjusting her skirt.
‘Come on, I’ll see you out.’
Clutching the cash as she followed Brian down the stairs, Anne pondered on his crude words: spunk pouring out of your dirty little cunt. She’d wanted to put an end to her obscene games, but the danger and exhilaration were too much to resist. How many more men would give her money in return for crude sex, she wondered as she said goodbye to Brian and left the house. Even if she did change her ways, she was a fully fledged prostitute now, and nothing would change that. She couldn’t turn the clock back.