Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  ‘You’re good,’ Peter gasped, slipping his deflating penis out of Anne’s young vagina. His finger leaving her bottom-hole, he helped her up from the chair. ‘I’ll be seeing you regularly, if that’s all right?’ he said, grinning at her.

  ‘That’s fine by me,’ Anne replied, her young body shaking in the aftermath of her massive orgasm. ‘It’s best not to ring the house, so I’ll give you my mobile number. I’m surprised that your friend had my home number.’

  ‘He said that it was OK because of the export thing. He said that it’s like a code word.’

  ‘Oh, right,’ she said as she dressed. Thinking again that Hayley was a dark horse, she gave him her mobile number. ‘Ring me any time.’

  Taking a pen and paper from his jacket pocket, Peter wrote the number down. ‘I’ll be in touch,’ he said excitedly. ‘Do you want a lift back to the church?’

  ‘No, I think I’ll walk. Thanks anyway.’

  Kissing her cheek, he smiled. ‘Thank you,’ he said softly. ‘You’re wonderful. I’m so pleased that we met.’

  As Peter left the house, Anne straightened her clothes and pondered on the money he’d given her. She needn’t bother with university, she thought happily. Once she’d built up a list of clients, she’d be self-sufficient and could even get her own flat. Why hadn’t Hayley moved into her own place? she wondered. Why stay at home and pretend that she had a well-paid job? Leaving the house and walking down the lane, she turned her thoughts to the vicar.

  Why did Hayley visit the vicar every week? Was it part of the façade to conceal the shocking truth about her sordid private life? Passing the pub, Anne decided to call on the vicar. He’d been keen for her to go to the church and chat with him, and she was intrigued. He’d have no idea about Hayley’s secret life, she was sure as she neared the church. Maybe they just chatted? she mused. Sunday school used to be fun, she reflected. The vicar was fun at times, laughing and playing around. But why would he see Hayley every Friday evening?

  ‘Anne,’ the priest said excitedly as she walked down the aisle. ‘I’m so pleased to see you.’

  ‘I only have a few minutes,’ she said. ‘I thought I’d just call in.’

  ‘I’m glad you did,’ he said, taking her hand. ‘Come into the office and we’ll have a chat.’

  ‘I don’t know what we’ll chat about,’ she replied with a giggle, as he led her into a small office. ‘Are you going to lecture me about coming to church every Sunday?’

  ‘No, no, of course not.’ The vicar looked her up and down and rubbed his chin. ‘You’ve grown into a very attractive girl,’ he murmured pensively. ‘Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?’

  ‘No, I don’t. I’m not really interested in boys.’

  ‘I suppose you’re too busy studying?’

  ‘Yes, something like that.’

  ‘Anne … I want you to talk openly to me. Are you a virgin?’

  Anne held her hand to her mouth. That was the last question she’d expected from him. ‘Well, I …’ She frowned and hesitated. ‘Yes, I am,’ she finally lied.

  ‘That’s good. It would be a shame to think that boys have sullied your … your innocence. I’ve helped many a young girl to get through her teenage years. There are problems with growing up such as confusing emotions, sex and—’

  ‘I don’t think I’m having any problems,’ Anne cut in.

  ‘No, no, of course not. But are you prepared for sex? What I mean is, are you prepared for when a boy makes sexual advances towards you? Will you know what to do? How will you react when he touches you?’

  ‘Well, I suppose I’m prepared.’

  ‘You’d be surprised by the amount of young girls who find their first sexual experience disturbing. As I said, I’ve helped many teenage girls. And …’ The priest hesitated, obviously wondering how to pose the inevitable question. ‘I’d like to help you,’ he finally added.

  ‘Help me? But how?’

  ‘By chatting, talking openly about your body and masturbation and …’

  ‘Oh, I see.’ Realising what the vicar was after, Anne decided to play along with him. ‘I do masturbate,’ she confessed.

  ‘Really? And you enjoy it?’

  ‘Yes, very much. I do it most days.’

  He gazed longingly at her naked thighs as she perched her rounded buttocks on his desk. ‘Most days?’ he echoed, again rubbing his chin as she parted her thighs slightly and exposed the tight crotch of her wet knickers. ‘What do you do, exactly?’ he asked her, his voice shaky.

  ‘Well, I rub myself.’

  ‘And you use your fingers? Inside, I mean.’

  ‘Yes, but …’ Anne tried to look sheepish. ‘I feel quite embarrassed about talking to you like this.’

  ‘That’s understandable, Anne. But do remember that I’m a vicar. I’m used to talking to young girls about masturbation and sex, so there’s no need to worry.’

  The priest was a sad pervert, she thought as he focused again on the triangular patch of her knickers beneath her short skirt. He was undoubtedly picturing her tight pussy crack, wondering how wet she was, when she had last masturbated and had an orgasm. Did Hayley visit him for sex? she thought. Was he one of her clients? He was a vicar, she reminded herself. He was a man of God and … There again, vicars were normal men. This could be fun, Anne thought wickedly, imagining him robbing the collection box to pay her for crude sex once a week.

  ‘You were going to tell me about Hayley’s visits,’ she said softly, parting her thighs wider.

  ‘Was I?’

  ‘Do you talk about sex to Hayley?’

  ‘Yes, I have done for many years. She still enjoys chatting to me and … I’d like to help you, Anne. When Hayley was your age, I helped her a lot.’

  ‘We’re chatting now,’ Anne said. ‘But I can’t see that it’s helping me with anything.’

  ‘Is there anything about your body that worries you? I mean, are you happy with the way you’re developing?’

  He wasn’t very good at seducing young girls, she thought, wondering what to say to lead him on. ‘Well, I think I’m all right. I’ve never seen another girl’s body, so I wouldn’t really know.’

  ‘As part of my work, in the name of God, I have examined several young girls. If you’d like me to take a look at your breasts …’

  ‘What?’ Anne gasped, holding her hand to her mouth to feign shock. ‘You want me to take my top off?’

  ‘Yes, if you’d like me to make sure that you’re all right. Don’t be shy, Anne. I’ve examined most of the girls in the village, so …’

  ‘Well, I’m not sure,’ she said, hanging her head as if embarrassed. ‘I mean, you’re not a doctor. What if someone finds out?’

  ‘Have any of your friends told you that they come to see me?’

  ‘No, no one has.’

  ‘There you are, then. None of the girls tell each other, let alone anyone else. And I certainly wouldn’t tell anyone.’

  ‘You told me about Hayley.’

  ‘Only because she’s your sister. All I’ve said is that she visits me each week. Look, have a think about it. You don’t have to decide now.’

  ‘I suppose it’ll be all right,’ Anne sighed.

  ‘Remember that I’m a vicar, a man of God.’

  Releasing her crop-top and exposing the firm mounds of her petite breasts, she wondered again whether Hayley charged the priest for sex. Perhaps he was genuine and he only wanted to help her. No, he was a pervert, she decided as he gazed longingly at her ripening nipples and licked his lips. His cock would be solid beneath his cassock, she was sure as he reached out and squeezed each firm breast in turn. How was he going to get his hands inside her knickers? Would he suggest that he should check her pussy?

  ‘You’re coming on nicely,’ he murmured, licking his lips again. ‘Why don’t you lie back on the desk so I can check you over properly?’

  ‘Like this?’ she asked him as she reclined.

  ‘Yes, that’s perfect.’

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sp; Gazing at Anne’s naked thighs, the vicar ran his fingertips over her elongated nipples and kneaded each firm mammary sphere in turn. She was enjoying his intimate attention, but she couldn’t believe that he’d done this to most of the girls in the village. Reckoning that he was paying Hayley for sex and had thought that he’d try it on with her little sister, she wondered how far he’d go. No normal young girl would strip naked for the perverted priest, she was sure. There again, she knew that she was far from normal. The notion of the vicar interfering with her young body excited her and she parted her legs to tease him.

  Saying nothing, the man of God ran his hand up the smooth flesh of Anne’s inner thigh. He was desperate to go further, she knew as his fingers moved dangerously close to the crotch of her tight knickers. Watching for her reaction, he pressed his fingertips into the swell of her cotton panties and flashed her a reassuring smile. He was lucky that she didn’t flee the church screaming, she reflected. There again, if a girl told her mother and the vicar was confronted as a result he’d only deny it. Playing the role of an innocent little virgin girl, Anne bit her lip and tried to look anxious as he kneaded the swell of her pussy lips through her taut knickers.

  ‘I think I’d better go home now,’ she said softly.

  ‘Oh, er … are you sure that you won’t stay for a while longer?’

  ‘I don’t think this is right,’ she said. ‘No one’s ever seen me … well, like this.’

  ‘Anne, I’ve seen dozens of naked girls. You’re safe with me, I can assure you.’

  ‘No, I think I’ll go now,’ she persisted.

  ‘Just allow me to check your breasts again and then you can go.’

  Encircling each ripe nipple in turn, the vicar once more squeezed the hard mounds of Anne’s teenage breasts. She was enjoying allowing him to examine her breasts. She knew what he was thinking, she knew that he wanted to examine her pussy, and the notion excited her. Running his fingertip over the smooth flesh of her stomach, the priest moved down past her navel to the top of her skirt. He was so close to his goal, she thought. But how was he going to get his hands inside her knickers?

  ‘I’d better go now,’ she murmured again.

  ‘I’ll just check down there before you leave,’ he said, lifting her skirt up over her stomach.

  ‘No, I …’

  Pulling the front of her knickers down, he grinned. ‘I just need to—’

  ‘Vicar,’ Anne gasped as he gazed at the hairless lips of her pussy. ‘Please, I—’

  ‘Have you shaved?’ he asked her, his beady eyes frowning. ‘At your age, you should have pubic hairs.’

  ‘Yes, I … I use cream.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because … because I prefer it like that. I think I’d better go.’

  ‘Does Hayley know about this?’

  ‘No, no one does.’

  ‘I might have to speak to her, Anne. You obviously have problems.’

  ‘No, please don’t say anything to her.’

  ‘I think that Hayley needs to have a good talk with you, Anne. Girl to girl about your shaving and—’

  ‘No, you mustn’t tell Hayley. She’ll tell my mother and …’

  ‘I really don’t know what to do,’ the vicar sighed. ‘Look, if you allow me to examine you properly I won’t say anything to Hayley.’

  ‘Yes, yes – all right,’ Anne murmured, trying again to look anxious.

  What would he have done had he not been able to threaten to tell Hayley that Anne had no pubes? she wondered as he pulled her wet knickers down and slipped them off her feet. Would he have ripped her knickers off and forced her to open her legs? His fingers ran over the smooth lips of her bald pussy and he patted her fleshy labia wide to reveal the pink petals of her inner lips. Her clitoris swelling as he examined the most private part of her teenage body, Anne wondered whether to threaten him with exposure.

  ‘I’ll ask my friends,’ she said, concealing a grin.

  ‘Ask them what?’

  ‘About coming here and taking their knickers off and allowing you to examine them.’

  ‘No, Anne,’ the priest replied with a hint of anger in his voice. ‘You mustn’t do that. This is a private thing between us. Your friends would only deny it, anyway.’

  ‘I’ll ask Hayley, then.’

  ‘Look, there’s no need to say anything to anyone. All I’m trying to do is help you.’

  Deciding to bluff him, Anne grinned. ‘Hayley has told me about her visits,’ she said. ‘You pay her, don’t you?’

  ‘I, er … of course I don’t pay her. Goodness me, why would I give her money?’

  ‘You can pay me. Give me fifty pounds, and you can do what you like to me.’

  The man of God looked genuinely stunned as he withdrew his hand and stared at Anne. Had she got it wrong? she wondered anxiously. She was asking the vicar for money in return for sex and … If she was wrong, would he tell her mother that she was a prostitute? His eyes darted between her pretty face and the hairless lips of her teenage pussy and he frowned. Perhaps he was only trying to help, she thought. Then, opening the desk drawer, he pulled out a wad of notes and smiled at her.

  ‘Fifty,’ he said, passing her the money.

  ‘Thank you, vicar,’ she breathed with a sigh of relief. ‘Now I’m all yours.’

  ‘You’re a dirty little girl, Anne,’ he said, parting her legs wide and hanging her feet down either side of the desk. ‘Taking money in return for sex is a terrible thing for a young girl to do.’

  ‘It’s what you want, isn’t it?

  ‘Yes, well … Open your cunt with your fingers. I’m going to treat you like a dirty little girl should be treated. I’ll lick your dirty young cunt out.’

  Complying, Anne parted her swollen pussy lips and exposed the wet entrance to her tight vagina as the priest knelt on the floor. Pushing his tongue into her hot hole, the priest lapped up the cocktail of sperm and girl-milk and commented on how wet she was. Anne grinned, saying nothing as he sucked out the products of her coupling with Peter in the derelict house. He was a sad pervert, she thought happily, clutching the money as he pushed his tongue deeper into her contracting vagina.

  One hundred and fifty pounds in one day, she mused. And both men were Hayley’s clients. How many more could she steal from her sister? Anne wondered as the vicar grabbed a huge church candle from a shelf. Stretching her outer lips apart as far as they would go, he pressed the rounded end of the candle hard against the pink funnel of flesh surrounding her vaginal entrance. She grimaced as her tight hole opened, her knuckles whitening as she clutched the side of the desk.

  ‘I love teenage girls,’ the priest said, with a chuckle. ‘I love forcing their little cunts open wide and sucking out their sweet sex juices.’

  ‘You’re a filthy pervert,’ she replied.

  ‘And you’re a dirty prostitute,’ he countered.

  ‘How many girls do you bring here each week? How many young girls do you violate and—’

  ‘None,’ he cut in as he forced the candle deep into her bloated vaginal duct. ‘Your sister is the only one. I’d like to have the two of you together. I’d ram my cock into your tight cunt and then into hers and …’

  His crude words excited her and she gasped as the candle drove fully home. Leaving the waxen phallus in place, the vicar lifted his cassock and exposed the solid shaft of his cock to Anne’s wide eyes. He was well endowed, she observed as he retracted his foreskin and ordered her to open her mouth. Parting her red lips, she breathed heavily through her nose as his purple knob slipped into her pretty mouth. This was the same cock that had fucked her sister, she thought as he squeezed the firm mounds of her breasts and pinched her ripe nipples. Which sister did he prefer? she wondered, rolling her tongue around his salty knob.

  It occurred to Anne that she could work with her sister. She could share the clients with Hayley and earn a fortune. They could even share a flat, she mused as the perverted vicar rocked his hips and repeatedly rammed his b
ulbous knob to the back of her throat. But Anne was younger, tighter, fresher … She could earn money without her sister’s help. Besides, if Hayley was going to marry Jack she’d probably have to give up her secret life. Anne was going to have to decide which way she wanted her life to go, she knew as the vicar gasped and rocked his hips faster.

  Grabbing the huge candle, he rammed it repeatedly deep into her painfully stretched sex sheath, battering her young cervix as he chuckled wickedly. As his sperm gushed from his throbbing knob and bathed her snaking tongue he clutched her head, forcing her to drink from his huge cock. Swallowing hard, gulping down his orgasmic cream, she knew that she’d be a regular visitor to the church. Maybe she should turn up on a Friday evening, she mused, imagining spying on Hayley as the girl took the vicar’s knob into her mouth.

  ‘Filthy whore,’ the priest gasped, finally sliding his deflating cock out of Anne’s spermed mouth. ‘Dirty little schoolgirl slut.’

  ‘I’m a virgin,’ she breathed, licking her cream-glossed lips.

  ‘The candle should have loosened you up,’ he said, chuckling as he yanked the wax shaft out of her inflamed vagina with a loud sucking sound. ‘Now I’ll break you in properly. You want to be fucked, don’t you? A little teenage girl like you needs her cunt breaking in and spunking. I’m going to fuck you so hard and fill you so full of spunk that …’

  Hardly able to believe that he was a vicar as he rambled on, Anne grimaced as he pulled her forward on the desk until her naked buttocks were over the edge. As his huge knob stabbed at her gaping vaginal entrance, she let out a rush of breath when his cock drove deep into her young body. How could he manage another erection so soon? she wondered as he lifted her legs and placed her feet over his shoulders. His shaft sliding in and out of her contracting sex sheath, his swollen knob battering her ripe cervix, he again muttered crude words of sex.