by Ray Gordon
‘Do you masturbate?’ Anne asked her as she slipped a second finger into her creamy-wet vaginal sheath.
‘Yes,’ Katie confessed.
‘Are you a virgin?’
‘Yes, I … I am.’
‘We’re going to do sixty-nine,’ Anne said, retrieving her fingers from the girl’s young love duct. She slipped her own panties off. ‘Are you going to be OK with this?’ she said, kneeling astride Katie’s head.
‘Yes, I’d like to try it.’
‘Good.’
Lowering her body and pressing the swollen lips of her bald pussy against Katie’s mouth, Anne leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the girl’s yawning vaginal crevice. She could feel Katie’s tongue delving into her vaginal entrance, exploring her hot inner flesh. Katie was savouring her first taste of girl-milk, and Anne wondered what her thoughts were. She seemed to be enjoying the experience, she thought as the girl mouthed and sucked between the fleshy pads of her hairless sex lips. Reciprocating, Anne pushed her tongue deep into the young girl’s vaginal hole. Savouring her flowing love-milk, she slurped and sucked, drinking from Katie’s trembling body. It would be nice to reach their orgasms together, she mused dreamily as the girl parted her slender thighs wide.
This was only Anne’s second lesbian experience, and she pondered on her own thoughts and feelings. The taste of a teenage girl’s pussy was heavenly, she mused. The gentleness, the softness … She’d been licked and sucked to orgasm many times, but the feel of a girl’s wet tongue between her love lips was completely different. Katie was beautiful, she thought as she sucked the girl’s erect clitoris into her hot mouth. Lesbian sex was beautiful.
Katie’s clitoris erupted in orgasm as Anne reached her lesbian-induced climax, and the girls’ entwined bodies writhed on the grass beneath the trees as they sucked and licked. Anne imagined a cock sliding in and out of the girl’s hot vaginal duct as she recalled her latest fantasy. She’d lick the wet shaft, tongue the swollen knob each time it emerged and she’d suck the girl’s solid clitoris. To drink fresh spunk from a girl’s vaginal sheath must be heavenly, she mused in the grip of her powerful orgasm.
Katie’s slender body convulsed and bucked as she rode the crest of her orgasm. Her thighs twitching, she breathed heavily through her nose as she sucked on Anne’s pulsating clitoris and sustained her massive orgasm. Anne knew that this was her chance to introduce the girl to the fine art of sex as she parted the firm cheeks of her naked buttocks. Pushing her finger deep into Katie’s rectal duct and massaging her hot inner flesh, Anne grinned as her lesbian lover let out a wail of pleasure. She was hooked, she knew as Katie reciprocated and drove a finger deep into the dank heat of Anne’s tight rectal tube.
Finally coming down from their sexual heaven, the girls writhed and gasped for breath, their young bodies shaking uncontrollably in the aftermath of their lesbian loving. Anne thought of the perverted vicar as she lay on her back looking up at the trees. He was going to threaten Katie, use the photographs to blackmail her into having crude sex with him. Hayley was as bad if not worse than the vicar, she reflected. How many other young girls had she lured to the derelict house for her so-called photographic sessions?
‘I must go home,’ Katie said, grabbing her knickers and rising to her feet. ‘But … I mean … I’d like to see you again, if that’s OK?’
‘Of course it’s OK,’ Anne replied, smiling at her. ‘I don’t think we should meet at the old house, though. Perhaps we’ll make this our secret place. It’s nice and secluded here.’
‘Yes, I’d like that.’
‘Say, ten o’clock?’
‘Yes, I’ll be here. Thanks for … I’ll see you tomorrow.’
As Katie left the clearing Anne wondered what to do. She wanted to watch the vicar force his huge cock deep into Katie’s virgin pussy and fuck her senseless. But she also wanted to protect the girl from the evil man. And what the hell was she going to say to Hayley? she wondered as she left the clearing and headed home. Should she confront her sister, or say nothing? Passing the pub, she wondered why she hadn’t seen anything of Rick or Jack. Brian and Alan had been ominously quiet, she reflected. Were they hoping to strip Katie and fuck her virgin pussy? Anne knew that she should save the girl, but the thought of watching her take an old man’s cock into her tight pussy sent her arousal soaring.
Eleven
‘DID YOU GET the money from the vicar?’ Hayley asked Anne over breakfast.
‘No,’ Anne replied. ‘He doesn’t have that sort of cash so … well, that’s that.’
‘But he told me that … I mean, I thought that he had the money?’
‘I didn’t like the idea of blackmailing him any more than you did, so I let it go. Are you working today?’
‘Yes, I’d better get going or I’ll be late. Do you have any clients lined up for this evening?’
Anne wasn’t sure what to say as she sipped her coffee. ‘Yes,’ she finally replied. ‘I’ll see you this evening and tell you about it.’
‘Great. OK, see you later, little sister.’
Anne went straight up to Hayley’s bedroom as the girl left the house. Hayley obviously knew that Anne had the five thousand pounds, but she couldn’t say that she’d been talking to the vicar about it. Fortunately, Anne’s mother was out shopping so she had plenty of time to search Hayley’s computer. Sitting at the desk, she began browsing the folders. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she reckoned that she’d find something of interest.
There were folders within folders, making it a time-consuming job, but she finally discovered something of great interest. ‘The girls’ names, addresses and phone numbers,’ she breathed, printing out the list of victims before deleting the folder. Hayley would know that her little sister had been at her computer, and Anne wondered how to wreck the drive and make it look as though it had just gone wrong. Looking through system files, she deleted everything she could find. Ignoring the warning notices flashing up on the screen, she finally switched the machine off and then turned it on again.
‘Good,’ she breathed as a notice flashed up stating that there had been a fatal error. ‘That’s the end of that.’ Taking the list of girls to her bedroom, she wasn’t sure what her plan was as she sat on the end of her bed. She had taken the girl’s names from Hayley’s computer, and she had a CD packed with photographs, but what was she going to do with the evidence? Switching her own computer on, Anne gazed at the photos she’d taken of Hayley in the derelict house. Spanking, anal sex, cock-sucking … She had enough evidence of the girl’s debauched life but what could she do with it?
She thought about visiting the vicar and checked the time. Eight-thirty. She had to meet Katie in the woods at ten, she reflected. Should she wander into the church with Katie and watch the vicar for his reaction? Hayley would have sold him the photographs by now so he’d recognise the girl and wonder what was going on. Coming up with an idea as she gazed at the list of girls’ names and phone numbers, Anne went down to the lounge and rang the first number.
Alison listened intently as Anne explained the situation to her. Having heard the business proposition, she was very keen to meet Anne at the church, and so was the next girl on the list. Several of the girls were out, but Anne managed to round up half a dozen. Grabbing her camera and leaving the house, she went to the church to see whether the vicar was around. It was probably too early in the morning, she mused as she crept through the open doors and stole down the aisle. Hearing voices coming from the office, she waited outside the partially open door and listened.
‘I hope that you haven’t told her about our little business deal?’ Hayley said. ‘And what about the money?’
‘Of course I haven’t told her,’ the vicar replied. ‘She’ll probably give you the cash later, so don’t worry.’
‘I am worried. We’ve worked hard for that money – you should never have given it to her. In fact, you should never have got involved with her in the first place.’
; ‘Don’t worry, Hayley. I had a long chat with her and she’s fine. I didn’t say anything about our business, and I’m sure that we’ll get the money back later. Now, let’s move on to the little beauty in these photographs. What was her name?’
‘Katie, and she’s a virgin.’
‘Mmm, just what I’m looking for. So you’ve made the arrangements?’
‘Yes, I got Dave to ring her earlier. He made out that he was my agent and told her to be outside the church at nine.’
‘And I’ll do my usual,’ the priest said, with a chuckle. ‘I’ll go outside and chat to her and—’
‘You’ll show her the photographs, bring her in here, and have your wicked way with her.’
As she slipped out of the church and hid behind some bushes, Anne couldn’t believe that Dave was involved in the scam. This was getting worse by the minute, she thought, wondering what to do as she saw Hayley leave the church. Within minutes Katie arrived and sat on the low wall. The plan was good, Anne thought. But what was the vicar going to say to the girl? He couldn’t simply produce the photographs because Katie would realise that Hayley had given them to him.
She watched the vicar leave the church and walk towards Katie but Anne couldn’t hear what he was saying to her. Whatever he’d said had worked, she thought as the girl followed him into the church. Katie was wearing a skimpy crop-top and a short skirt, and she looked extremely sexy. Recalling her time in the woods with the girl, Anne slipped into the church and waited outside the office door. There was no way the perverted vicar was going to violate Katie’s young body, she thought as she listened to their conversation.
‘I don’t know what this is all about,’ the vicar said. ‘I was outside and I saw a chap waiting by the wall. The he went off and left this envelope behind.’ He opened the envelope and pulled out several photographs. ‘And then you turned up and … I recognised you immediately.’
‘Oh,’ Katie gasped, holding her hand to her pretty mouth as the priest showed her the photographs. ‘I … I don’t know where they came from.’
‘It’s obviously you in the pictures. You must know about them.’
‘Well, yes … I mean … May I have them back, please?’
‘These photos are disgusting, Katie. Do your parents know what you get up to?’
‘No, no, they don’t. You see, the man is an agent and he wants me to … If I could just have them back …’
‘An agent? I think I’d better have a word with your parents, Katie.’
‘No, please don’t.’
‘You’ve obviously gone off the rails and it’s my duty to help you. As a vicar, I can’t just ignore this. I can’t stand by and—’
‘Please, I’ll burn them—’
‘Burning them won’t change anything. It won’t change the fact that you’ve behaved like a …’ Perching on the edge of his desk, the vicar rubbed his chin. ‘Maybe I can help you,’ he murmured pensively.
‘How?’ Katie asked him anxiously, brushing her long blonde hair away from her flushed face.
‘I should show these to your parents, but … Why don’t you pose for me? You can show me how you posed for the photos.’
‘What? You mean …’
‘Take your clothes off and show me how you posed for the camera.’
‘But you’re a vicar and … I can’t take my clothes off.’
‘Then I’ll just have to show these to your parents.’
‘Why do you want me to pose?’
‘Because it will be your punishment, Katie. Either your parents punish you, or I do.’
‘But … you won’t touch me or anything?’
‘I simply want to humiliate you as a way of punishing you. Having stripped naked in front of me, I doubt that you’ll ever do anything like this again. It will teach you a lesson, Katie.’
‘Well, I’m not sure.’
‘Or would you rather that your parents should punish you?’
‘No, no … all right, I’ll do it,’ Katie finally conceded.
Anne watched as the girl slipped her crop-top off and displayed the firm mounds of her braless breasts to the perverted vicar. Her nipples rose proud from the dark discs of her areolae in the relatively cool air of the church and she hung her head in shame as the priest gazed at them. Anne was in two minds as to whether to put a stop to the vicar’s scam or watch the girl take her first hard cock into her virgin pussy. She also wondered if she should join in and lick the man of God’s pussy-wet cock as he fucked the innocent teenager.
‘And now your skirt,’ the vicar ordered the girl.
‘You’ll give me the photos if I do it?’ Katie asked him in her naïvety.
‘Yes, and that will be the end of the matter.’
Lowering her skirt, Katie stepped out of the garment and stood in front of the man in her shoes and tight knickers. He gazed at the tight material running between her slender thighs and licked his lips, and Anne knew exactly what he was thinking. Ordering Katie to remove her knickers, the priest watched as she slipped her thumbs in between the tight elastic and her slender hips. Katie had no choice, Anne knew as the girl hesitated. Either she exposed the most private part of her young body to the perverted man, or she’d have to face her parents.
Would the vicar carry out his threat if she didn’t do as he’d asked? Anne wondered as Katie slipped her knickers down an inch or two. Her sparse blonde pubes came into view and Anne could clearly see the top of her tight crack. If the vicar went to the girl’s parents with the photos, he’d have to explain how he’d got hold of them, she reflected. He wouldn’t gain anything by getting the girl into trouble, and she doubted that he’d bother if she didn’t comply with his humiliating demands.
‘You’re a pretty little thing,’ the priest said as Katie tugged her knickers down to her knees. ‘Take your panties off and stand with your feet wide apart.’
‘There,’ she said, complying with his instructions. ‘May I get dressed now?’
‘Not yet, Katie. Turn around and bend over. Bend over and touch your toes.’
‘I’ve done all you’ve asked,’ the girl whimpered, turning and bending over. ‘May I have the photos now?’
Eyeing the fleshy swell of her vaginal lips nestling between her slender thighs, the vicar grinned. ‘You’re a very pretty little thing,’ he breathed, running his fingertips over the unblemished flesh of her firm buttocks.
‘I have to go now,’ Katie said, standing and facing him.
‘What would your parents say if I were to tell them that you came here and stripped naked? If I said that you gave me the photographs and you asked me for sex, I’m sure—’
‘No,’ she breathed shakily. ‘Please, I’ve done everything …’
‘Get onto the desk,’ the vicar ordered her. ‘Lie on your back on the desk and I’ll examine you.’
‘But—’
‘Just do it, Katie.’
Taking her position, the girl gazed wide-eyed at the priest as he stood beside her and ran his fingertips over the small mounds of her teenage breasts. Clutching her camera, Anne wanted to take some photographs so that she could blackmail the vicar, but she thought that he might hear the shutter clicking. All she could do was watch as the man ran his fingers down over the girl’s smooth stomach to the gentle rise of her mons. Spinning round as she heard a woman calling for the vicar, Anne squatted behind a pew as the man left the office and closed the door. Once he was in conversation with the woman, she slipped into the office.
‘Are you all right, Katie?’ she whispered.
‘Anne … what are you doing here?’
‘I’ve come to save you.’
‘No, he’s going to tell my parents about the photos and—’
‘No, he won’t. Come on, get dressed and we’ll get out of here.’
‘Anne, I can’t. He has the photographs of me and—’
‘Oh, we have a guest,’ the vicar said, standing in the doorway. ‘What a nice surprise.’
‘We’re leavi
ng,’ Anne stated firmly.
‘Leaving? But the fun hasn’t even started. Why don’t you lick Katie’s little cunt and make it nice and wet in readiness for my cock?’
‘She’s a virgin – you’re not going to do anything to her.’
‘Anne, I told you that you know nothing about this village or the people in it. Unless you want to get yourself into serious trouble you’ll keep your nose out of my business.’
‘I’m afraid that my nose is well and truly stuck in your business, vicar.’
‘In that case, I’ll visit your parents and show them the photographs that I have of you. The choice is yours: you either lick her cunt or—’
‘I’m not a virgin,’ Katie confessed. ‘If the vicar pays me, he can do what he likes to me.’
‘What?’ Anne gasped. ‘But you told me that—’
‘I lied.’
‘You want money in return for … I can’t believe this, Katie.’
‘I don’t pay girls for sex,’ the vicar said.
‘From now on you do,’ Anne returned. ‘Hayley is no longer in charge of the girls. I have names, addresses, phone numbers … I’m in charge now, vicar.’
‘Don’t make me laugh,’ he said, with a chuckle.
‘Ah, you must be Alison,’ Anne said as a teenage girl appeared in the doorway.
‘Yes, I am. The other girls are here, too.’
‘What’s going on?’ the priest asked, frowning at Alison. ‘I told you that I’d show the photographs to your parents unless you—’
‘Ignore him,’ Anne cut in, gazing at the flock of young girls standing behind Alison. ‘I’m in charge now. Money, please, vicar.’
‘What?’