Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  On reaching her house she bounded up the stairs and went into Hayley’s bedroom. She sat at the desk and switched the computer on, reckoning that Hayley’s photos would be in a hidden folder. The problem would be trying to find them. ‘Shit,’ she breathed when the computer asked her for a password to access a folder. Tapping her fingers on the desk, she tried several words that she thought might be relevant to her sister, but none of them worked. ‘Date of birth,’ she breathed. ‘OK, let’s try “Hayley”. Shit … How about “vicar”? No, no, no. What about, the pet rabbit she used to have? “Boxer”.’

  The screen flashed and up came a list of photographs. Anne clicked on the first one and found herself staring at a naked teenage girl. She realised that the photo had been taken in the derelict house, but she had no idea who the girl was. The second picture showed a naked girl with a solid cock in her mouth and sperm running down her chin. Who was the man? Anne wondered, unable to see his face in the shot. These weren’t just pictures of naked teenage girls, she thought as she looked at the third picture of a girl with a huge cock embedded deep in her bottom-hole. This was porn.

  Wondering whether Hayley had a website as she copied the photos to a CD, Anne finally switched the computer off and went to her own bedroom. Lifting a corner of the carpet and hiding the cash beneath a loose floorboard, she wondered again why the vicar had parted with so much money. If he’d wanted to help Hayley out, he’d have given her the money. So why give it to Anne? Reckoning that he was hoping that she’d stop her snooping, she decided to go to the derelict house and take a closer look at the rooms. As she left the house, Anne reckoned that Hayley must have a website if she was selling photos on the Internet. She’d look into that later, she thought as she walked down the lane to the woods.

  The house seemed quiet, but Anne reckoned that the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. How many times had Hayley been there with her camera? she wondered as she climbed the stairs. Wandering into the room where she’d had lesbian sex, she gazed at the mattress on the floor and recalled the girls licking her vaginal hole and sucking on her erect clitoris. Would they turn up at lunchtime? Or would Hayley turn up, hoping to photograph naked teenage girls?

  Wandering into another room, Anne didn’t expect to find anything as she opened an old wardrobe. Hayley, or anyone else, would hardly leave any evidence of sex in the house. How come the place was used as a sex den? If it was that well known among teenage girls and dirty old men, no one would have any privacy there. She went down the stairs and walked into the front room where she gazed at the old armchair and recalled the first spanking she’d had there. Her life had been turned upside down in such a short time, she reflected as she gazed through the broken window. From an ordinary teenage girl, she’d been transformed into a nymphomaniacal, bisexual prostitute.

  Sensing someone approaching, Anne dashed through the hall and hid in what had once been the kitchen. She hadn’t been able to see who the girl was but she thought it best to keep out of sight. Hearing footsteps in the hall, she peered round the door and stifled a gasp as she saw Hayley walking into the front room. What the hell was she doing there? Had she come to meet someone? She was carrying a leather bag, and Anne reckoned that she had her camera with her. If that was the case, then she would be expecting to use the camera. But who did she plan to photograph? Anne only had to wait a few minutes to find out.

  ‘Hello,’ a girl called as she walked into the hall.

  ‘In here,’ Hayley replied.

  Anne didn’t recognise the teenage girl, but thought how attractive she was with her long blonde hair and with her petite breasts clearly defined by her tight T-shirt. Anne could hear what they were saying but she thought it was too risky to venture into the hall right then. If Hayley saw her … Still, she finally crept into the hall, knowing that Hayley couldn’t say anything – Anne was allowed to be in the house as much as anyone else, and there was nothing that Hayley could do about it.

  ‘There’s the money,’ Hayley said as Anne spied through the crack in the door.

  ‘I’m still not sure that I want to do this,’ the girl muttered anxiously.

  ‘I hope you’re not going to back out,’ Hayley replied with a hint of anger. ‘If you want to get into modelling and earn some real money, this is the place to start.’

  ‘It’s just that … I mean, who will see the photos?’

  ‘We’ve been through all this, Katie. I’ll send the photos to my agent and if he likes the look of you he’ll sign you up as a model.’

  ‘So no one else will see the photos?’

  ‘He might send them to other agents. If you want to be a model, you’ll have to accept that people will see the photographs. How can you get into modelling if you don’t want anyone to see your photos?’

  ‘OK,’ the girl sighed, pulling her T-shirt over her head.

  Reaching into her bag, Hayley pulled out a folder. ‘Sign this, and then we can get started,’ she said, passing the girl a pen.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘It’s just a document saying that you agree to have the photos taken. Don’t worry, it’s just standard procedure.’

  ‘It says here that the copyright won’t be mine. What does that mean?’

  ‘All it means is that you won’t actually own the photographs. Just sign it and we can get started.’

  Anne realised that the girl was naïve and had no idea what she was signing. Watching as she passed the document back to Hayley and then unhooked her bra, Anne focused on the small mounds of her teenage breasts. The girl had a good body, Anne thought as the would-be model stepped out of her skirt and pulled her knickers down. Her blonde pubes did little to conceal her tight sex crack and she looked anxious as she stood in front of Hayley with her arms folded across her firm breasts. This was a con, Anne thought, knowing that Hayley would sell the photos to the vicar.

  Hayley ordered the girl to place one foot on the arm of the chair as Anne watched with bated breath. Katie was beautiful, Anne thought, eyeing the opening crack of her young pussy as she took her position. And the vicar would soon be threatening to show the photographs to her parents unless she allowed him to fuck her. Anne knew that the priest would never force the girl into having sex with him, and it would be partly her fault for allowing the photographs to be taken, but it was still a con. Hayley was a bitch, she thought as the camera clicked. This had nothing to do with modelling and there was no agent. It was just a huge con.

  ‘Very good,’ Hayley said, kneeling on the floor and focusing on the girl’s young pussy. ‘Now, I want you to open your lips really wide.’

  ‘But I thought … I mean …’ Katie stammered.

  ‘Katie, this is all part of the procedure. You have to prove to my agent that you’re not shy or going to back out if he signs you up. You’re not shy, are you?’

  ‘No, it’s just that … I thought that you wanted ordinary photos.’

  ‘I don’t think you’re the right girl for this,’ Hayley sighed. ‘It’s a shame because my agent is looking for a girl just like you. He was saying the other day that he needs a teenage girl with natural blonde hair and … oh well, I’ll just have to find someone else.’

  ‘No, it’s OK,’ the girl breathed, parting the fleshy lips of her pussy and exposing her pinken inner folds. ‘I really want to get into modelling, so I’ll do anything you say.’

  ‘Good girl. You won’t regret this, especially when you start earning real money.’

  Anne thought of walking into the room and putting a stop to the scam, but her arousal heightened as she gazed at the young girl’s open vaginal hole, the nub of her exposed clitoris. Hayley took several photographs and then ordered Katie to push two fingers into her vagina. Anne thought again that this was porn and had nothing to do with modelling. The girl complied, managing to push two fingers deep into her vaginal sheath as Hayley took several photographs. But she didn’t look very happy.

  Wondering where Hayley found the girls, how she broached the subject of modelli
ng, Anne still couldn’t believe that her sister was working the scam with the vicar. The whole thing was incredible, she thought as the girl followed Hayley’s instructions and bent over with her feet wide apart. Gazing longingly at the puffy flesh of Katie’s sex lips bulging between her slender thighs, Anne felt her clitoris call for attention, her juices of arousal seep into the tight crotch of her knickers. Twenty pounds wasn’t a great deal of money, she thought. But the girl was obviously doing this as a way into modelling. It was a complete and utter con, Anne thought, wondering why her sister had no scruples.

  Kneeling behind the girl, Hayley placed her camera on the floor and parted the firm orbs of her naked buttocks as Anne looked on with bated breath. Moving closer, Hayley licked Katie’s tight anal ring, grabbing her shapely hips and holding her firmly as she tried to break free. This was amazing, Anne thought as her sister moved down and licked between the teenager’s puffy vaginal lips. It was beyond belief that Hayley was behaving like this.

  ‘I want to get dressed now,’ the girl gasped, trying again to break free.

  ‘And I want to lick you,’ Hayley returned.

  ‘Please … this has nothing to do with modelling. I want to go now.’

  ‘Katie, this has everything to do with modelling. Do you know how much you could earn from lesbian photos?’

  ‘No, no, I don’t.’

  ‘You’ll get around five hundred pounds for a few shots of a girl licking your pussy. That’s about ten minutes’ work, Katie. You’d only have to work for ten minutes a day, and you’ll have more money than—’

  ‘Just ten minutes a day?’ the girl asked.

  ‘Yes, just ten minutes of your time. If you’d rather not do it, just say so. There are plenty of other girls who would jump at the chance of earning that sort of money.’

  ‘I know, but …’

  ‘All I’m trying to do is help you. You don’t find it unpleasant, so you?’

  ‘No, I suppose not.’

  ‘Once you’re used to being licked, you’ll earn a fortune. I’m only trying to help you.’

  ‘All right,’ she finally conceded. ‘I’ll do it.’

  Anne watched as Hayley parted the girl’s outer sex lips and ran her tongue up and down her open valley. Hayley was obviously bisexual, she mused, wondering whether it ran in the family. Katie was naïve beyond belief, and Hayley was a devious little cow. Licking and sucking between Katie’s sex lips, Anne wondered whether she’d reach an orgasm as she listened to the slurping sounds of lesbian sex. Her own clitoris calling again for her intimate attention, Anne slipped her hand down the front of her knickers and massaged the solid protrusion.

  Although the scam was despicable, Anne began to wonder whether she should join her sister and the vicar in their illicit business venture. Her clitoris responded to her intimate caress, her juices of lust flowing from her neglected vaginal hole, and she imagined licking the young girl’s open pussy and sucking out her teenage milk. There was something that she’d often thought about but never done, she thought as she massaged the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris. She’d never licked the shaft of a solid cock as it glided in and out of a wet pussy. Picturing a huge cock fucking the young girl’s tight vagina, she imagined running her tongue along the veined shaft, sucking the girl’s clitoris and then sucking the spunk out of her sex sheath.

  There was so much that she had to experience sexually, Anne thought happily as her sister licked and sucked on Katie’s clitoris and the girl cried out in the grip of her lesbian-induced climax. Anne’s own orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her solid clitoris and she held her breath, trying to stifle her gasps of pleasure as she watched her sister commit the illicit lesbian act. But she was only eighteen years old, and she had all the time in the world to experiment and learn the fine art of crude sexual acts with both men and girls.

  ‘You’re a dirty little girl,’ Hayley breathed as she lapped up the last of Katie’s sex milk as it flowed from her gaping vaginal entrance. ‘You’re also beautiful.’

  ‘That was heavenly,’ the girl breathed shakily. ‘I’ve … I’ve never been licked before.’

  ‘You and I are going to do well, Katie. We’ll work well together and you’ll earn a lot of money. By the way, do you have any friends who would like to get into modelling?’

  Standing up, Katie smiled at Hayley. ‘There is one girl who might …’ she began. ‘She … she likes other girls, if you know what I mean.’

  ‘I know exactly what you mean. You have my mobile phone number so give it to her and ask her to ring me.’

  ‘Yes, yes, I will. May I dress now?’

  ‘OK, get dressed and we’ll carry on tomorrow.’

  ‘What, more photos?’

  ‘Yes, but … but I want you to learn how to lick me.’

  Slipping away as the girl dressed, Anne left the house and settled on the soft grass behind a bush. She could see the house from her hide, and she wondered whether Hayley would go and see the vicar once she’d said goodbye to Katie. She might go straight to the church and sell him the photographs, she thought, wondering how much he’d pay her. She’d also give him the girl’s address so that he could blackmail her. Anne watched as Hayley left the house with Katie in tow and kept her distance as she followed them through the trees to the lane. Hayley turned right at the lane and headed towards the church, so Anne followed Katie in the other direction.

  She reckoned that the girl had come from the neighbouring village and she wondered whether to catch up with her and introduce herself. She knew that she should talk to her, warn her about the vicar and his scam, but she wasn’t sure how to put it. Walking faster and nearing the girl, Anne eyed her swaying hips, her rounded bottom. She was a real beauty, she mused, recalling her firm young breasts, her open vaginal slit. Finally walking by her side, she turned and smiled at her.

  ‘I’m Anne,’ she said. ‘Looks like we’re heading in the same direction.’

  ‘Oh, er … hi, I’m Katie. I’m on my way home.’

  ‘I was looking for a friend but I must have missed her. She goes to that old house in the woods.’

  ‘Do you mean Hayley?’ Katie asked her.

  ‘Yes – have you seen her?’

  ‘I was … I’m a friend of hers, we were at the house just now.’

  ‘Damn, I must have missed her by minutes. Still, not to worry.’

  ‘I think she’s gone home.’

  ‘Oh, right. Are you one of her models?’

  ‘Well, yes, I am.’

  ‘So am I.’

  ‘Really?’ Katie said, grinning at Anne.

  ‘You must be the girl I’ll be working with.’

  ‘Working with?’

  ‘Hayley said that she wants me to do some lesbian shots with a girl she was seeing this morning. That must be you.’

  ‘Yes, I suppose so. ‘

  ‘Shall we go and sit down somewhere? How about finding a spot in the woods where we can chat?’

  ‘OK,’ the girl murmured, turning off the lane and heading through the trees. ‘Actually, I do need to talk to someone about this modelling business.’

  ‘Well, I’m your girl.’

  Anne had intended to warn Katie about the vicar. But her clitoris was swelling and her vaginal milk was flowing into her tight knickers, and she couldn’t stop thinking about Katie’s young body. She’d wanted to experiment with lesbian sex with Dee and Angela, but Katie was young and fresh and … and available? Sitting down next to Katie in a small clearing, Anne gazed at her T-shirt faithfully following the contours of her small breasts and outlining the protrusions of her ripe nipples, and she knew that she had to have her teenage body.

  ‘It’s nice here,’ Anne said, moving closer to the girl. ‘An ideal place for outdoor lesbian photos.’

  ‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Katie breathed. ‘Don’t you mind doing lesbian stuff?’

  ‘I love it,’ Anne replied. ‘I mean, I have a boyfriend but … I also love being with another girl. How about
you?’

  ‘I haven’t done much,’ Katie said softly. ‘Hayley licked me and tomorrow she wants me to lick her. I’m not sure that I want to do it, though.’

  ‘Would you like me to help you?’

  ‘Help me? But how?’

  ‘Lie back and relax and I’ll show you.’

  Anne couldn’t help herself as Katie lay back on the grass with her young thighs parted slightly. She was beautiful, Anne mused, running her fingertip up and down her inner thighs. So young and fresh and innocent … Was she a virgin? she wondered as she slipped her hand up her short skirt and pressed her fingers into the warm swell of her tight knickers. Had she had a cock driving deep into her hot vagina and splattering her ripe cervix with fresh spunk?

  Pulling the girl’s knickers down her slender legs and slipping them off her feet, Anne lifted Katie’s skirt high up over the smooth plateau of her stomach and gazed longingly at the swollen lips of her teenage pussy. Katie’s sex crack was tightly closed, Anne observed, her stomach somersaulting at the prospect of lesbian sex as she leaned over and kissed the gentle rise of the other girl’s. Breathing in Katie’s girl-scent, she pushed her tongue out and licked between the fleshy cushions of her outer lips and tasted her there.

  ‘You’re beautiful,’ Anne murmured and parted the girl’s legs wider to gain better access to the most private part of her body. ‘I’m going to teach you how to love another girl.’

  ‘Yes,’ Katie sighed as Anne’s tongue delved into her wetting crack and swept over the tip of her sensitive clitoris. ‘Yes, I’d like that.’

  Easing a finger deep into Katie’s vaginal duct, Anne sucked and licked her erect clitoris. She tasted wonderful, she thought dreamily as she massaged the hot inner flesh of the girl’s tightening sex sheath. It was a shame that the vicar was going to threaten her and, more than likely, violate her unsullied young body. He’d force his huge cock deep into her teenage love hole. He’d fuck her mouth and shoot his creamy spunk down her throat, she reflected. He’d drive his solid penis deep into her hot rectal tube and flood her bowels with his unholy seed. Maybe Anne could save her from the man of God.