by Ray Gordon
It was dark but, as Anne neared her house, she could make out Hayley talking to Dave by the front gate. What was she up to? she wondered, creeping along behind a row of parked cars so as not to be seen. Moving closer, Anne heard Hayley asking Dave about Alan. She didn’t even know Alan, Anne mused, wondering what the hell was going on.
‘He’s usually in the pub,’ Dave said. ‘But he’s never mentioned you.’
‘As I said, I’m not happy with Robin. I’m sure that he’d arranged to meet someone after he’d walked me home this evening, so I might take Alan up on his offer and go out for a drink with him.’
‘He’s an old man,’ Dave said, chuckling. ‘He’s old enough to be your grandfather.’
‘I must admit that when he came up to me in the street and said that he was a friend of Anne’s I thought he was rather old. But older men are more caring. He reckoned that Anne had told him about me. God knows what’s she’d said to him but he seemed very keen to get to know me.’
‘So are you going to see him?’
‘He said that he’d be in the pub tomorrow evening so I might as well go along. How are you getting on with Anne? Is she still suspicious about us?’
‘I haven’t seen her,’ Dave sighed. ‘I don’t know what she’s up to. Anyway, I’d better be going.’
‘OK – I’ll see you soon.’
Watching as Hayley kissed Dave’s cheek, Anne felt her stomach churning. Is she still suspicious about us? Her sister’s words battering her young mind, she was certain now that the girl had been screwing Dave all along. How could she? she wondered angrily as Dave walked off and Hayley went into the house. And what the hell was Alan up to? He was trying to get into Hayley’s knickers, Anne mused as she walked up the path and opened the front door. She crept up the stairs, went into her room and closed the door.
This was war, she thought, tossing the fifty pounds she’d earned onto the bedside table. Flopping onto her bed and gazing up at the ceiling, she made her plans. She’d tell Alan that Hayley was a slut who’d pull her knickers down for any man. If Alan thought that Hayley was into crude sex and then lured her to the derelict house and suggested that she piss on his face … Grinning, Anne decided to spy on Hayley and Alan in the derelict house. She could hardly wait to see her big sister’s face when Alan dropped his trousers and displayed his erect cock.
Slipping her hand down the front of her spunk-drenched knickers, Anne massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. She needed sex and orgasms all the time, she thought as her eyes rolled and she arched her back. A blend of girl-juice and sperm oozed from her inflamed vaginal hole as she slipped her free hand beneath her thighs and thrust two fingers deep into her yearning vagina. Fingering her sex duct, massaging her solid clitoris, she gasped and writhed on her bed as she imagined several cocks shafting her tight holes and pumping spunk into her young body.
Her orgasm stirring within the depths of her quivering pelvis, Anne pulled the wet crotch of her knickers to one side and slipped a finger deep into her bottom-hole. The sensations drove her wild as she massaged the hot flesh deep inside her sex-inflamed holes. She cried out as her orgasm finally erupted.
‘My cunt,’ she breathed, trying to stifle her gasps. ‘God, my beautiful cunt.’ Forcing another finger deep into her rectal duct, Anne moaned through her nose as her orgasm peaked and rocked her young body to the core. Again and again, waves of pure sexual bliss crashed through her quivering flesh and she knew that she was hooked on crude sex. She’d take Robin up to her room and suck his cock while Hayley was in the next room getting ready to go out with him, she thought.
She’d steal all her sister’s boyfriends, fuck them and use them to satisfy her lust for obscene sexual acts. Her orgasm peaked again as she managed to drive a third finger deep into her bloated anal duct, taking her pleasure to hitherto unknown heights. Her mind brimming with images of hard cocks fucking her mouth, her rectum and vagina, she finally began to drift down from her amazing climax and lay convulsing on her bed.
‘God,’ Anne breathed as her fingers left her sex ducts. ‘I’ve never come so much in all my life.’ Her eyes closing as she curled up into a ball, she thought about screwing Robin in her bedroom. She’d also fuck Alan in his house while his wife was downstairs and then she’d meet Rick in the woods and then she’d screw Brian again and … Life was good, she mused as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Five
WEARING A VERY short skirt and a skimpy crop-top, Anne arrived at the pub at six o’clock. Looking around, she noticed Dave chatting with a friend and wondered what time Hayley was due to arrive. She had to talk to Alan before Hayley turned up, she reckoned, formulating her plan. If he asked Hayley to go for a walk and they ended up at the derelict house …
‘Hello, stranger,’ Dave said, joining Anne as she sat at a table. ‘Where did you get to last night?’
‘I went out,’ she replied coldly.
‘I thought you were going to meet me.’
‘Seeing as you were with Hayley, I didn’t bother.’
‘I wasn’t with Hayley,’ he replied, frowning at her. ‘I bumped into her on my way home, but I—’
‘Don’t keep lying, Dave,’ Anne cut in. ‘I know that you two have been fucking behind my back.’
‘You’ve got it all wrong, Anne. Hayley and I—’
‘I’m not interested in the sordid details. Anyway, I don’t mind if you want to fuck her. By the way, you can tell her that I’m not suspicious any more.’
‘What did she say to you?’
‘It’s what she said to you that matters. She asked you whether I was suspicious about you two.’
‘No, she didn’t mean … How do you know what she said?’
‘I know everything, Dave. So, as I said, don’t keep lying to me.’
‘This is ridiculous,’ he sighed. ‘All I did was chat to Hayley on my way home last night. What is this thing that you have about her and me?’
‘I don’t have a thing any more. As I said, you can fuck her as much as you like.’
‘That’s the end of us, then?’
‘Yes, that’s the end of us.’
‘OK, if that’s what you want. But can we still be friends?’
‘Yes, of course. I’ll still see you in here and … oh, there’s Alan. I need to talk to him about something.’
‘Anne, are you going out with him?’ Dave asked, watching Alan head for the bar.
‘Going out with Alan? No, no, I’m not. Look, I’ll see you later. I want Alan to sit here so—’
‘Ok, I know when I’m not wanted,’ Dave sighed, leaving his seat and wandering back to his friend.
Anne took a deep breath as Alan turned and smiled at her. Wondering again what time Hayley would turn up, she sipped her drink as Alan walked over to her table and sat opposite her. Maybe Hayley would have a change of mind, she thought as Alan joked about her visit to Brian’s house and asked her whether she was enjoying her job as a salesperson. Brian had obviously blabbed his mouth off, she reflected. There again, what old man wouldn’t tell his friends if he’d fucked a teenage girl?
‘You’re seeing my sister tonight, then?’ Anne asked, grinning at him.
‘Oh, er … how do you know about that?’ Alan asked her sheepishly.
‘I know everything, Alan. So where did you meet her?’
‘In here. I’ve bumped into her a couple of times and … well, I saw her in the street and asked her out for a drink.’
‘She’s a right little slut so you should be well in there.’
‘You told me that she was—’
‘I lied. The truth is that Hayley will drop her knickers for any man. You should take her for a walk later. Take her to the derelict house, she’d like that.’
‘Really? Well, I was going to get to know her before trying anything but … Thanks, Anne, you’re an angel.’
‘She’s into water sports, so you’ll get on well with her. Although she does like to play hard to get.’
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p; ‘Right, I understand. So you reckon that I should take her to the house?’
‘Just suggest going for a walk, end up at the house and make out that you want to explore and … Once she’s inside, drop your trousers and she’ll be begging for it.’
‘But … the thing is … will you still meet me at the house? I mean, if you know that I’m screwing your sister …’
‘Of course I will. I wouldn’t want to miss out on your lovely cock. I’ll leave you to it. If she walks in and sees me chatting to you she might get the wrong idea.’
‘OK, thanks. She’s due here about now so I’ll go back to the bar.’
‘I’ll sit round the corner so she doesn’t see me. Good luck.’
‘I’ll let you know how I get on.’
Finding a table around the corner as Alan stood at the bar, Anne knew that Hayley would have a fit if he dropped his trousers and showed her his cock. But her sister deserved to be shocked, she reflected, imagining Alan suggesting that she should piss on his face. Leaving her seat every now and then and peering around the corner, she was beginning to think that Hayley wasn’t going to turn up. It was a shame, she thought, again imagining her sister’s face when Alan pulled his huge cock out and suggested that she should suck it. This was going to be fun, she was sure. But where was Hayley?
Hayley finally wandered into the pub and joined Alan at the bar. Anne felt alive with excitement. She spied on the unlikely couple, her stomach somersaulting as they chatted and appeared to be getting on well together. But would Hayley agree to go for a walk with Alan? If they did go to the house and Alan dropped his trousers, Hayley was bound to run off. That wouldn’t be a problem, Anne thought. If Hayley didn’t want Alan’s cock, then Anne would go into the house and enjoy it.
Anne downed two more drinks and finally breathed a sigh of relief as Alan and her sister left the pub. Keeping her distance behind them she was sure that they were going to the house as she followed them to the woods. Hayley was wearing a knee-length skirt which would make it easy for Alan to slip his hand between her thighs. The girl would scream and have a fit, Anne thought, giggling softly as she crept through the woods.
‘I used to come here when I was a kid,’ Hayley said as they approached the house. ‘I didn’t realise that the place was still standing.’
‘Let’s take a look inside,’ Alan suggested, walking through the front door.
Anne hid in the bushes beneath the front-room window and listened as she heard Alan talking to Hayley. They were in the front room, and Hayley was taking an interest in the house. But the real question was, would she take an interest in Alan’s cock? Anne raised her head and peered through the broken window. Watching with bated breath, mentally urging Alan to drop his trousers, she wished that she’d brought her camera with her. To have a photo of Hayley gazing at an old man’s erect penis would be amazing, she thought in her wickedness.
‘I wonder who lived here?’ Hayley wondered, looking around the room. ‘It’s obviously been empty for decades, but someone must have lived here.’
‘It was probably a gamekeeper’s cottage,’ Alan replied. ‘Presumably someone still owns it.’
‘I think the woods belong to the Somerset Estate.’
‘It’s an ideal place for lovers,’ Alan said, laughing as he watched Hayley for her reaction. ‘It’s a great place for screwing.’
‘You’re right,’ Hayley said, much to Anne’s surprise. ‘Thanks for bringing me here, Alan. Most people I go out with take me to pubs, and I find that so boring.’
‘You like a little excitement?’
‘Yes, yes, I do. My job is very demanding and I never seem to have any fun. I don’t know what it is about the boyfriends I’ve had but they all seem to be so boring. I’m seeing a chap called Robin, and he’s as boring as hell.’
‘I could give you some excitement,’ Alan said, again watching for her reaction. ‘I may be an old man but—’
‘What sort of excitement?’ Hayley cut in.
‘I’ll show you.’
Anne reckoned that Hayley was about to scream and flee the house as Alan unzipped his trousers and hauled out his erect cock. Pressing her nose to the window, she frowned as Hayley knelt in front of him and took his solid shaft in her hand. What the hell had come over her sister? Anne wondered as she retracted his fleshy foreskin and gazed longingly at his swollen knob. Taking his purple globe into her mouth, she tugged his trousers down and cupped his full balls in her hand.
Sucking and gobbling on Alan’s cock, Hayley was obviously enjoying herself. But Anne was stunned. She couldn’t believe that this was her prudish sister sucking an old man’s cock. For someone who’d never experienced an orgasm, she seemed to be well into sex. The thought occurred to Anne that Alan might think Hayley was better than her. The way she was gobbling and slurping on his bulbous knob, she was doing a good job. Did she give a better blow job than Anne?
This was a sight that Anne had never thought she’d see. Hayley was moving her head back and forth, repeatedly taking Alan’s purple plum to the back of her throat and kneading his heavy balls with her free hand. It was no wonder that Dave had gone to the park with Hayley, Anne reflected angrily. This also explained why Dave had never made a sexual advance towards Anne. All along he’d had Hayley’s mouth to fuck, her tight pussy to sink his cock into. Hayley was a bitch, Anne thought, determined more than ever to retaliate.
Fuming as Alan announced that he was coming, Anne wished again that she’d brought her camera with her. Thinking about blackmailing her sister, taking photographs and leaving them around the house for her parents to see, she stared wide-eyed as Hayley slipped Alan’s huge knob out of her mouth and allowed his spunk to splatter her face. His male milk rained over her nose and ran down her cheeks as she opened her mouth and sucked again on his orgasming knob.
Anne gazed at the incredible sight as Alan watched Hayley sucking on his solid cock and swallowing his fresh spunk, and she began to wonder whether her big sister had lured not only Dave but her previous boyfriends into the woods for crude sex. It was odd to think that Rick had said that Hayley was no good, she reflected. And why hadn’t Robin made a move towards the girl? Hayley was obviously a slut, so why hadn’t she pulled Robin’s trousers down at the first opportunity?
‘I love a good facial,’ Hayley said, slipping Alan’s cock out of her mouth as his sperm flow finally stemmed.
‘Obviously,’ Alan gasped. ‘That was the best blow job I’ve ever known.’
‘People think that I’m a prude,’ she said, with a giggle. ‘God knows why.’
‘So what are you into? Sexually, I mean.’
‘Anything and everything.’
Taking her skirt off, Hayley pulled her knickers down and exposed her neatly trimmed blonde pubes to Alan’s lecherous gaze. She had a good figure, Anne thought enviously as her sister slipped her top off and unhooked her bra. Standing naked in front of Alan, Hayley proudly displayed her ample breasts, her elongated nipples, and Anne realised that her wicked plan had backfired on her. Hayley was blonde, extremely attractive with a lovely body and large breasts … Nothing had changed, Anne mused dolefully. Hayley was better than her in every way, and nothing would ever change that.
‘You’re perfect,’ Alan breathed as he looked Hayley up and down, heightening Anne’s anger. ‘I can honestly say that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.’
‘Does that include my sister?’ Hayley asked him as he reached out and squeezed the full mounds of her firm breasts.
‘It includes everyone. Your sister is good company in the pub, she enjoys a laugh, but you really do outshine her.’
‘You’re just saying that,’ Hayley returned, giggling as he knelt before her and planted a kiss on the swollen lips of her pussy.
‘No, no. I mean it, Hayley.’
‘Well, you’d better prove it and give me a good licking. I could do with a massive orgasm.’
Anne realised just how wrong she’d been about
her sister as Alan repeatedly ran his tongue up and down Hayley’s sex crack. I could do with a massive orgasm. Rick too had been wrong about the girl, she reflected. Why had he thought that Hayley had never experienced an orgasm? After checking her watch, Anne left her hide and dashed through the woods. She had plenty of time to get her camera, she knew as she headed home. Alan and Hayley were in no rush and would no doubt spend a long time enjoying crude sex in the derelict house.
Avoiding her mother as she crept up the stairs and grabbed her camera from her room, Anne slipped out of the house unseen and sprinted back to the woods. Hayley would be fucking Brian next, she thought angrily as she neared the derelict house. Anne’s idea had been to steal Hayley’s boyfriends, not share her men with the girl. Settling in the bushes, Anne switched her camera on and peered through the broken window.
Hayley was bent over the back of the old armchair, yelping like a dog as Alan repeatedly spanked the rounded cheeks of her firm bottom. Anne took several photographs and decided to print a few copies and pass them around the pub. That’ll teach the bitch to steal my boyfriends, she thought in her wickedness. Realising that half the men in the pub would be chasing after the girl once they’d seen the photos, Anne bit her lip. Then she grinned. Hayley’s boss might be interested to discover the shocking truth, she mused. Hayley was doing so well in her job but if her boss saw the photos … There again, she’d probably landed the top job because she’d dropped her knickers.
‘Do my arse,’ Hayley cried as Alan drove his erect penis deep into her hot pussy. ‘I haven’t had a huge cock up my bum for weeks.’
‘Anything you say,’ Alan breathed, slipping his solid shaft out of the girl’s dripping vaginal sheath and stabbing at her tight anus with his bulbous knob. ‘Here it comes,’ he said, chuckling.
‘God, yes,’ Hayley breathed, her body visibly shaking as he drove the entire length of his rock-hard member deep into her tight rectal duct.