Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  She really had found her sexual heaven, Anne thought as Jack grabbed her shapely hips and repeatedly rammed his cock into her spasming vagina with a vengeance. Her solid clitoris massaged by his pussy-wet cock, the pink petals of her inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft, she cried out again as he pinched and twisted the ripe protrusions of her brown nipples. Her body alive with sex, her head lolling from side to side, Anne again imagined another cock shafting her tight rectum as a swollen knob pumped spunk into her pretty mouth.

  Her crude fantasies sending her arousal to frightening heights, she looked down and watched Jack’s huge cock gliding in and out of her stretched vaginal sheath. The sensations were heavenly, Anne thought, imagining his swollen knob driving deep into her contracting duct. Never had she known such sexual ecstasy, and she swore that she’d visit Jack again and again for amazing sessions of crude sex. Her outer lips stretched tautly around his thrusting cock, her sex milk pouring out from her bloated vagina and drenching his swinging balls, she screamed again as her mind-blowing pleasure peaked. This was her first multiple orgasm, she thought dreamily as her vaginal muscles spasmed and her clitoris pumped out its pleasure. The first of many with Jack, she was sure.

  Jack increased his shafting rhythm, his face grimacing as his sperm-pump fired and his swollen knob throbbed. The creamy liquid gushed into the contracting sheath of Anne’s inflamed pussy, overflowing and running down to the tight ring of her anus as she dug her fingernails into the sofa cushion and arched her back as her orgasm peaked again and shook her young body to its depths. She’d never known that such immense pleasure was derivable from her teenage body. This was like a dream, she thought, her climax again rocking her young body and blowing her mind.

  Jack made his final thrusts, his swinging balls drained, as Anne began to drift down from her sexual heaven. Gasping and writhing in the aftermath of her multiple orgasm, she could hear Jack talking but she didn’t know what he was saying. Her mind swirling with thoughts of crude sex, her breathing fast and shallow, she lay convulsing on the sofa as he slipped his deflating penis out of her sperm-bubbling vagina and sat back on his heels.

  ‘Are you all right?’ he asked her. ‘Rachael, are you OK?’

  ‘Rachael?’ she breathed. ‘Oh, er … yes, I think so.’

  ‘I thought you’d passed out.’

  ‘I think I did for a minute. God, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It was my first multiple orgasm, and I thought that it would never end.’

  ‘Good,’ Jack said, grinning proudly.

  ‘Was Hayley better than me?’ Anne asked him, hauling herself upright and pressing her sperm-splattered thighs together.

  ‘No way,’ he replied. ‘She was damn good, but nowhere near as tight as you. You were fantastic, Rachael.’

  She giggled. ‘Do you like my name?’

  ‘Rachael? Yes, it’s lovely.’

  ‘Better than Hayley?’

  ‘Yes, of course it is. What’s this thing you have about Hayley? You keep asking questions about her.’

  ‘I’m interested, that’s all.’ Clambering to her feet and swaying on her sagging legs, Anne pulled her knickers on. ‘I’d better go,’ she breathed. ‘It’s getting late.’

  ‘You’ll come and see me again?’

  ‘You bet I will.’

  ‘Great. I’m here all day tomorrow, if you’re free?’

  ‘OK, I might call round during the day. What are you going to say to Hayley?’

  ‘I’ll tell her to bugger off,’ Jack replied. ‘She’s supposed to be phoning me later. When she does, I’ll tell her exactly what I think of her.’

  ‘It might be best not to mention me,’ Anne said, clutching her camera and moving to the door. ‘Just say that you know that she got fucked by another man before she came to see you this evening.’

  ‘What’s the camera for? I meant to ask you earlier.’

  ‘Nothing special. I usually carry it around with me in case I see something interesting. OK, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

  ‘It was great, Rachael. Thanks.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Anne said, smiling as he showed her to the front door.

  * * *

  Staggering down the lane with a deluge of sperm filling the tight crotch of her knickers, Anne felt pleased with herself. That was another of her sister’s relationships in ruins, she thought happily. Jack was middle-aged but very nice, she reflected. He didn’t deserve a slut like Hayley. A two-timing, filthy, cheating little … Realising that she was no better than her sister, she bit her lip. She’d lied to Jack about her name, her relationship with Hayley … But it had been worth it for the fuck of her young life.

  Six

  HAYLEY WASN’T TALKING at breakfast. Anne had tried to strike up a conversation several times, but her sister had said nothing. Jack had obviously told her to bugger off, Anne thought happily as her mother said that she was going shopping. As she watched her mother leave, Anne wondered whether to say anything to Hayley about Jack. She wanted to rile the girl, but she finally thought better of it. Checking the time as Hayley grabbed her bag and left, Anne wondered how to spend the day.

  Anne thought about going to the derelict house at lunchtime to see whether the young lesbians were there. She felt her womb contract. She’d enjoyed the lesbian sex, but the illicit acts still bothered her. It wasn’t right to have sex with other girls, she reflected as the phone rang. Wandering into the lounge and flopping onto the sofa, she again recalled licking another girl’s wet pussy. She grabbed the receiver. It had been a wonderful experience but—

  ‘Hello, is anyone there?’ a man asked.

  ‘Sorry,’ Anne replied. ‘I was miles away.’

  ‘May I speak to Hayley, please?’

  ‘Er … speaking.’

  ‘Oh, hello. My name’s Peter. A friend told me about your export business – he gave me your number.’

  ‘Oh?’ Anne murmured, wondering what this was about. ‘So how can I help you?’

  ‘I was wondering whether we could meet and discuss a proposition I have?’

  ‘A proposition?’

  ‘I’m planning to expand into the export business and I’m looking for new contacts.’

  ‘Er … yes, of course,’ Anne replied softly. ‘Where did you have in mind?’

  ‘I’m in London, near Waterloo Station.’

  ‘Oh, er … I’m in Hazelgrove Village, just outside Cranmoore.’

  ‘I don’t know the area but I’ll find it. Maybe I could pick you up from there?’

  ‘Yes, yes, that’s fine. As you drive through the village you’ll see a church – you can’t miss it. I’ll wait there for you. What time?’

  ‘It shouldn’t take me long to drive down. Say ten o’clock?’

  ‘OK, I’ll be there.’

  As she replaced the receiver, it occurred to Anne that she had no idea where Hayley worked. She went off to London every day, but what did she actually do for a living? She’d mentioned an office, but she’d never really talked about her job. Anne knew that she shouldn’t meet this man and possibly ruin a business proposition, but she was intrigued. Hayley wouldn’t know, she thought as she cleared the breakfast table and went up to her room. Besides, she had nothing else to do so it would pass the time.

  Wearing a short skirt and open-neck blouse, Anne brushed her auburn hair and applied a little make-up. Even though she knew nothing about the export business, she wanted to look the part. This was going to be fun, she thought as she left the house just before ten. Walking to the church, she mused again about meeting the lesbians at the derelict house at lunchtime. There was no harm in a little pussy-licking, she thought excitedly.

  ‘Good morning, Anne,’ the vicar said as she reached the church.

  ‘Morning, vicar,’ she murmured, walking up to him. ‘How are you?’

  ‘I’m fine. You look nice – where are you off to?’

  ‘I’m meeting a friend.’

  ‘Ah, right. Well, I’m going back to
the vicarage to write up my sermon. Which reminds me – will I be seeing you in church before long?’

  ‘Er … yes, yes, I’ll make an effort.’

  ‘How about joining us this Sunday?’

  ‘Well, if I can.’

  ‘Hayley often calls in to see me. I think you should do the same, just for a chat now and then.’

  ‘Hayley visits you? I thought that she was always too busy with her work.’

  ‘She calls in once a week, on Friday evenings. Why don’t you come and see me this evening and we’ll have a nice chat?’

  ‘Er … yes, if I can.’

  ‘Or later today, it it’s easier for you?’

  ‘Maybe I will.’

  ‘I’ll look forward to it,’ the priest said, his face beaming as he headed down the lane.

  That was all she needed, Anne thought, imagining him lecturing her about morals and the virtues of celibacy. What the hell did Hayley see him for? Did she confess her sins? She’d be confessing every night of the week if that was the case. There was far more to Hayley than met the eye, and Anne was determined to dig deeper into her sister’s life. Watching a car pull up by the church gates, she walked over and leaned through the open window.

  ‘Hayley?’ the middle-aged man said.

  ‘Yes,’ Anne replied, opening the passenger door and sitting next to him. ‘You must be Peter.’

  ‘That’s me.’ He looked at her naked thighs and chuckled. ‘The export business,’ he said. ‘I like it.’

  ‘Do you?’ Frowning, she wondered what he was talking about. ‘What do you like about it?’

  ‘It’s a good ploy, a good front. As I said, I don’t know this area very well. Is there anywhere locally we can go?’

  ‘That depends on what you want,’ Anne breathed, realising that this had nothing to do with export.

  ‘My friend said that you charge one hundred for half an hour. I thought a good look at your pussy and—’

  ‘Turn around and drive back down the lane,’ she cut in. ‘I know just the place.’

  Her brown eyes wide as he turned the car round, Anne couldn’t believe that her sister was working as a prostitute. So that was where she got all her money from, she reflected. Her new car, her clothes … It was no wonder that she’d never talked about her work. Gazing at the man, she tried to imagine Hayley opening her legs for him. He wasn’t particularly good-looking, but he obviously had money. His car was expensive and he was dressed in a suit and looked liked a successful businessman but … Hayley was a right slut, Anne thought, eyeing his wedding ring and imagining his wife waiting at home for him. Hayley was a lying, cheating little whore.

  Ordering the man to pull up by the trees, Anne got out of the car and walked into the woods. He followed, making lewd comments about her long legs and rounded bottom as she neared the derelict house. One hundred pounds for half an hour? she mused, wondering whether she should be doing this. That was easy money, but … It was all very well thinking that Hayley was a whore, she reflected. But Anne herself was now taking money in return for crude sex and so was as bad as her sister.

  ‘This is the place,’ she said, hoping that the front room wasn’t in use by Alan or Brian as she led Peter into the house. ‘I bring all my local clients here.’

  ‘It’s, er … very nice,’ he breathed. ‘You’re younger than I’d expected. My friend said that you were in your twenties.’

  ‘I’m eighteen.’

  ‘That’s perfect. I like fresh young girls.’ After stroking her firm breasts through the loose material of her blouse, Peter passed her the cash and smiled. ‘At your age you should be nice and tight for my cock.’

  ‘I’m tight, hot, wet … and shaved.’

  ‘Really? That’s absolutely perfect. Well, let’s take a look at your young body.’

  Slipping her blouse over her shoulders, he unhooked her bra and allowed the cups to fall away from her petite breasts. Still unable to believe that her sister worked as a prostitute, Anne looked down as Peter sucked on each ripe nipple in turn. This was how Hayley earned her money, she thought incredulously as he slipped his hand up her short skirt and pressed his fingertips into the warm swell of her tight knickers. And now this was how Hayley’s little sister was earning her money.

  ‘You’d look good in a school uniform,’ Peter breathed as he knelt in front of her and tugged her short skirt down. ‘Would you wear one for me the next time we meet?’

  ‘Of course,’ Anne replied, picturing her old uniform hanging in her wardrobe.

  ‘White ankle socks and Mary Janes.’

  ‘If that’s what you want.’

  ‘That’s exactly what I want.’

  Pulling Anne’s tight knickers down to her knees, Peter gazed longingly at the bald lips of her teenage pussy and grinned. He was an old pervert, she thought as he opened her sex crack and gazed at her pinken inner folds. But he’d paid her well and she wasn’t complaining. He moved forward and ran his tongue up and down her wet valley, tasting her milk, and she breathed heavily, her naked body trembling as his tongue repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris. This was easy money, she thought again, parting her feet wide as she felt Peter’s finger drive deep into her contracting vaginal sheath.

  ‘I love teenage cunts,’ he said unashamedly. ‘And yours is perfect in every way. A beautifully hard clitoris, well-formed inner lips, and your little hole is so wet and tight.’

  ‘I’m glad you like it,’ Anne said, trying not to giggle.

  ‘Do you finger your cunt?’ Peter asked her. ‘Do you finger-fuck your hot young cunt and bring yourself off?’

  ‘At least twice a day,’ she replied, knowing that her lies would excite him. ‘I can’t leave my sweet cunt alone. I’m always fucking it with my fingers and massaging my hard clit.’

  ‘Teenage girls are wonderful. Their cunts are so tight and wet and …’

  Anne thought about Hayley as Peter sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth. The girl was clever, she reflected. Hiding her secret life, making out that she had a well-paid job … The more Anne thought about it, the more she realised that Hayley had it made. But why had she said that she’d marry Jack? What was the point in marrying when she was doing very well as a prostitute? Maybe she wanted a cover, Anne thought. Maybe she wanted to hide behind a marriage so that the people in the village would think she was a refined young lady.

  ‘I want to see your piss come out,’ the man at Anne’s feet said unashamedly. ‘Would you do that for me?’

  ‘I’ll do anything for you,’ she replied, squeezing her muscles. ‘But your half-hour will soon be up so make the most of me.’

  ‘I intend to make the most of you,’ he said, licking his pussy-wet lips. ‘Piss on me, and then I’ll fuck you.’

  Anne’s golden liquid gushed, raining over Peter’s face as he licked and sucked between the parted lips of her hairless young pussy – he was obviously happy with her performance. But she couldn’t imagine Hayley doing this, drenching some dirty old perv with her steamy hot piss. There again, she didn’t know her sister at all. Her new car, her money, her clothes … all paid for by prostituting herself. It was amazing to think that she’d fooled everyone. How long had Hayley been on the game? Anne wondered. Her quest to ruin her sister’s relationship was futile now, she knew as she listened to the man gulping down her hot salty liquid. There seemed little point in bothering with the girl any longer.

  Ordering Anne to kneel on all fours, Peter arranged himself behind her as she took her position on the floor. His knob sliding between the hairless lips of her pussy, his shaft penetrating her tight vagina, he rammed his organ fully home and held her hips tight. Another cock, another fuck, Anne mused as he began his fucking motions. She was used to crude sex with different men and now she knew that her sister was a whore the idea of being paid to open her legs appealed to her.

  Wondering whether she could steal her sister’s clients, Anne grinned as the man grunted with every thrust of his cock. T
his was so easy that it was unbelievable, she thought happily. It was no wonder that Hayley had turned to prostitution, although it was still a bit surprising. Anne wondered how she could get a list of Hayley’s clients as the man announced that he was coming. Perhaps she had a little red book, she thought as her vaginal canal flooded with fresh sperm.

  ‘Tight-cunted whore,’ Peter gasped. ‘You’re the tightest slut I’ve fucked in months.’

  ‘Don’t stop,’ Anne breathed, making out that she was enjoying the crude act. ‘I’m coming, coming … Keep fucking me and fill my little cunt with your spunk.’

  ‘You’re a dirty little schoolgirl, a filthy little virgin slut. You’re so young and fresh and tight …’

  Listening to Peter’s obscene words, Anne realised that her arousal was heightening. She hadn’t thought that she’d reach her climax but with the sensitive tip of her solid clitoris massaged by his thrusting shaft, she felt the birth of her orgasm stirring deep within her contracting womb. Her sex cream blended with his sperm and flowed down her inner thighs in rivers of milk and she cried out as her pleasure exploded and rocked her young body. Her vaginal muscles spasming, tightening around his thrusting shaft, she reached behind her back, parted the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom and ordered him to push his finger into her arse.

  ‘Filthy slut,’ Peter said, ramming a finger deep into her rectal duct and heightening her pleasure. ‘Dirty little schoolgirl whore.’ Forcing a second finger into her hot duct, he rammed his cock harder into the inflamed sheath of her sperm-brimming vagina. ‘Sluts like you need a good arse-fucking every day. They need their dirty little cunts fucking and …’

  His crude words again sent Anne’s arousal to frightening heights as she whimpered and writhed over the back of the chair in the grip of her powerful orgasm. She could feel Peter’s sperm flooding her contracting vagina, hear the squelching sounds of the illicit coupling, and she thought of her fantasy of having three cocks spunking her wet holes. His finger twisting and bending deep within her rectal duct, she imagined a huge cock shafting her there. What would it be like to have her wet pussy and her tight rectum fucked at the same time? she wondered in the grip of her debauchery. And another cock pumping sperm down her throat?