Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  'Sam,' Anne murmured. 'Sam, this is... this is obscene. You can't be enjoying it.' Still sucking hard, Samantha ignored Anne's remark. This was obscene, she knew as the crude act sent quivers through her contracting womb. Tasting the girl's rectal tube, breathing in the intoxicating perfume of her gaping anal gully, she continued to massage her inner vaginal flesh. Lost in her sexual delirium, Samantha fervently mouthed and sucked Anne's anal hole, delighting in the bittersweet taste of her inner core.

  Abandoning her protests, Anne writhed and breathed heavily as her lesbian lover tongue-fucked her rectum. Her body quivering, her juices of lust streaming down Samantha's thrusting fingers, she buried her face in the sofa cushion as her incredible pleasure rocketed. Sinking her teeth into the brown flesh of Anne's anal portal, Samantha forced half her fist into her once-virginal cunt. Yelping, Anne could do nothing to halt the crude abuse of her tight sex holes as Samantha bit harder into her brown ring.

  'Sam,' the girl breathed, her body wriggling. 'Sam, that hurts.' Samantha finally parted her teeth and again sucked hard. 'You can't be enjoying this,' Anne repeated, gasping as Samantha's tongue drove deep into her tight anal duct. Licking the dank walls of her rectum, Samantha pressed her wet lips harder against Anne's anal ring and forced her tongue deeper into her rectal canal. Deciding to force Anne to reciprocate, to push her tongue into Samantha's bottom-hole, Samantha finally moved back and licked her rectum-slimed lips. Again pressing her mouth hard against the girl's anus, she slipped her tongue into her secret hole. She couldn't get enough, she knew as she mouthed and sucked, her tongue repeatedly darting into Anne's rectal core. Massaging her inner vaginal flesh with her fingers, Samantha finally moved back and tugged her panties down.

  'Lick me,' she breathed, kneeling on the floor and resting her head on the sofa cushion. Her short skirt pulled up over her back, she yanked the firm orbs of her bottom wide apart. 'Lick me there,' she again ordered the girl.

  'Sam, I—'

  'Just do it, Anne. You'll love it, I know.'

  'It's not right to do this,' the girl protested weakly, moving behind Samantha and kissing each rounded buttock in turn.

  'Right or wrong, it doesn't matter. Try it, Anne. You won't know whether or not you like it until you try.'

  Feeling the girl's wet tongue tentatively licking the tissue surrounding her tight bottom-hole, Samantha let out a rush of breath. Wondering what Anne was thinking, whether or not she was enjoying the experience, Samantha yanked her naked buttocks further apart. Her anal hole gaping wide open, she shuddered as the teenager's tongue entered her rectal tube. Anne's wet lips pressed hard against Samantha's anal ring as she pushed her tongue deeper into her hot duct and licked the walls of her rectum.

  'God, you taste beautiful,' Anne breathed, slipping her tongue out of Samantha's rectal hole and licking her gaping anus. 'I'd never have thought that I'd love doing this. Especially to another girl. Sam, why have you shaved?'

  'I prefer to be that way. Why don't you try it?'

  'Yes, yes - I might do that.'

  'I want you to suck hard,' Samantha breathed, her slender fingers holding her tight bottom-hole wide open. 'Suck hard on my bumhole.'

  Complying with her mistress's crude wish, the girl locked her lips to Samantha's anal portal and sucked as hard as she could. Samantha could feel the vacuum building within her rectal tube, the sensations driving her wild as she shuddered in her lesbian ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her face buried in the sofa cushion, Samantha parted her knees further and jutted her buttocks out to allow Anne deeper penetration of her rectum. Breathing heavily as her teenage lover repeatedly drove her tongue into her gaping bottom-hole, Samantha again wondered what to do about Anne as she drifted in her sexual ecstasy.

  The girl would make a perfect live-in lesbian lover, she reflected. Housekeeper, sex-slave... Anne was ideal. But was that what Samantha really wanted? Unsure of her sexual feelings as she thought about sucking sperm from an orgasming knob, she knew that Anne couldn't satisfy her every sexual need. Although Samantha's lesbian desires were becoming increasingly powerful, she knew that she'd also need a penis to drive deep into her cock-hungry pussy.

  Letting out a sigh of pleasure as she felt the girl's finger enter her rectal duct, Samantha began quivering uncontrollably. Her inner rectal flesh massaged, the sleeping nerve endings there stirring, she shuddered as Anne's teeth sank into the rounded cheek of her firm buttocks. The girl was learning fast, she mused as a second finger forced its way deep into her arse. Or was she? Samantha's curiosity mounted as Anne's fingers slipped out of her arse, leaving her anal sphincter muscles twitching expectantly.

  'What are you doing?' she asked, hearing Anne moving about behind her.

  'You'll see,' Anne giggled. 'Be patient, and you'll find out.'

  Waiting in expectation, Samantha jolted as she felt something hard and cold press against the delicate tissue of her anal ring. Anne had obviously found something to use as a dildo, she mused, her anus dilating as the object began to drive deep into the tight tube of her spasming rectum. Trying to guess what the object was, Samantha let out a gasp as her anal canal stretched wide open to accommodate the phallus. Guessing that it must have been the candle from the mantelpiece, she grinned. Anne was certainly imaginative, Samantha thought as the waxen shaft glided slowly into the hot depths of her bowels.

  'Is that nice?' the girl asked, twisting the candle.

  'God, yes,' Samantha breathed, holding her naked buttocks wide apart. 'Are you sure you're not experienced?'

  'Well, a girl at school...'

  'I thought so,' Samantha giggled. 'OK, tell me what happened.'

  'My parents were out and I was trying on some new clothes. My friend was helping me. I was wearing my panties and bra, about to try a dress on, when she suggested that I take my bra off. I didn't want to at first but she said that I'd look better in the dress without a bra. Anyway, I took it off and... She gave me a strange look. Her eyes were glazed. She stared at my nipples and then reached out and squeezed my breast. It went from there.'

  'Tell me more,' Samantha murmured, her eyes rolling as Anne pistoned .her anal canal with the candle.

  'I ended up taking my panties off and lying on the bed. She sat beside me and... and rubbed my clitoris. She made me come.'

  'Was that your first orgasm?'

  'Yes, yes, it was.'

  Picturing two girls playing around on a bed, one masturbating the other to orgasm, Samantha realized that the notion was turning her on as never before. Had they licked each other's pussies? she wondered, her juices of arousal streaming down her inner thighs as Anne arse-fucked her with the wax dildo. Had they tasted each other's sex juices? The candle finally sliding out of her rectal duct, Samantha shuddered as the girl's tongue entered her inflamed hole. The feel of Anne's saliva running down to her swollen vaginal lips sending delightful quivers through her contracting womb, she wondered what Anne was up to as the teenager leaped to her feet and left the room.

  'You'll like this,' Anne chuckled, returning and settling on the floor behind Samantha. Saying nothing, Samantha waited expectantly as she felt something extremely cold pressing against her burning anal ring.

  'What is it?' she finally asked, a cooling sensation permeating the sheath of her rectum.

  'Wine,' Anne giggled. 'I'm filling your bottom with wine. I'll drink it out of you when you're full up.'

  Unable to believe the girl's ingenuity, Samantha gasped as her bowels flooded with cold wine. She could hear the bottle emptying as her pelvis quivered and her womb rhythmically contracted. Was this what Anne had done with her friend? The bottle drained, Anne pressed her warm lips to Samantha's anus and sucked hard. This was incredibly arousing, Samantha thought, listening to the teenager sucking and gulping down the wine. Deciding to reciprocate once Anne had drained her bowels, she imagined drinking wine from the girl's anus.

  'This is going to my head,' Anne giggled, slurping and sucking on Samantha's sensitive anus.

  'I'v

e another bottle in the fridge,' Samantha said, squeezing her muscles and squirting wine into Anne's mouth. 'I'll drink it from your bottom when you've finished drinking from mine.'

  Shuddering as her clitoris pulsated expectantly, Samantha knew that she needed the relief of orgasm. A teenage girl drinking from her rectal tube was the most incredible experience imaginable, she mused, her inner thighs sticky with wine and girl-juice. The girl was going to end up drunk, she reflected, listening to the sucking and gulping between her firm buttocks. Not only on alcohol, but drunk with sex. Feeling incredibly wicked as her bowels drained, Samantha turned and faced Anne. Images of her bound with rope flooding her mind, she ordered her to wait while she went to get something.

  Leaving the room, wine oozing from the inflamed eye of her bottom-hole, Samantha grabbed two leather belts from her bedroom. Returning to the lounge, she grinned as Anne gazed at the belts with a puzzled look in her eyes. Ordering her to lie on her back, Samantha knelt beside her and fixed each end of one belt to her ankles. Taking the centre of the belt and lifting her legs up, she hooked it around the back of Anne's head.

  'There,' she said, gazing at the gaping valley of her victim's vulva.

  'It's uncomfortable,' Anne complained, her knees pressing hard against her firm breasts.

  'You'll soon get used to it,' Samantha said, running her fingertip over the exposed tissue of her anus. 'I can get to both your holes now,' she giggled.

  'Sam, the belt is hurting the back of my neck. Do I have to—?'

  'Yes, you do,' Samantha interrupted the girl. 'I want your holes fully exposed so that I can... You'll see what I'm going to do.'

  Lying on her stomach, Samantha ran her tongue over the girl's anus and up along the creamy valley of her vagina to her ripening clitoris. The different taste driving her wild as her tongue repeatedly swept over her bottom-hole and her vaginal entrance, she grabbed the candle from the floor and drove it deep into Anne's cunt. Quivering, Anne let out a gasp and Samantha stirred her vaginal cream with the candle before withdrawing the waxen phallus and pressing the dripping end hard against the teenager's anal eye. Driving the shaft deep into her bowels, Samantha forced three fingers into the tight sheath of the girl's vagina. Squirming and gasping, Anne grimaced as Samantha twisted and bent her fingers, tearing down what was left of Anne's hymen as she pistoned her hot arse with the candle.

  'Like it?' Samantha asked, massaging the exposed nub of the girl's sensitive clitoris with her free hand.

  'God, yes,' Anne breathed, her bound body shaking wildly.

  'I'll give you a good spanking in a minute. You'll enjoy that too.'

  Using and abusing the girl was sending Samantha's libido sky-high, inducing her cunt-milk to flow between the hairless lips of her vagina. But she knew that she was going to have to solve the problem of Anne's future before long. Eight years ahead of her time, unable to return to her parents' home, no money or place to live... This was a major problem, Samantha knew. Listening to the girl's gasps of sexual pleasure, she decided to talk to her parents at some stage. If she said that Anne had lost her memory... The idea was bound to work, she mused. Amnesia would solve all the problems.

  'I'm... I'm coming,' Anne whimpered, her nostrils flaring, the smooth plateau of her stomach rising and falling jerkily. Shaking violently, she let out a scream of immense pleasure as her solid clitoris erupted in orgasm beneath Samantha's massaging fingertip. The girl convulsed fiercely and Samantha thought that she was having some kind of fit as she screamed out again. Her juices of lust gushing from the gaping entrance of her sex sheath as Samantha repeatedly rammed the candle deep into the duct of her rectum, Anne involuntarily let out a trickle of golden liquid between her splayed vaginal lips.

  'That deserves a spanking,' Samantha said, leaving the candle embedded deep within the teenager's anal canal and grabbing the spare leather belt. Raising it, she brought it down across the girl's pouting vaginal lips with a loud crack. Screaming, Anne convulsed wildly again as the belt strapped the sensitive flesh of her outer labia. Her golden liquid now gushing from her urethral opening, the candle shooting out of the barrel of her rectum like a bullet, she begged for mercy as Samantha changed her target and brought the belt down across the rounded cheeks of Anne's naked buttocks with a deafening crack.

  'Please, no,' the girl cried, the belt alternately striking her protruding inner labia and her quivering arse-globes. Her naked buttocks turning a fire-red, her vaginal cream blending with her urine and coursing down between the firm cheeks of her bottom, she screamed out again as the leather belt briefly lashed the backs of her slender thighs. Her whimpered protests only serving to drive Samantha on, the girl struggled against her bonds, desperately trying to unhook the first belt from behind her head. Her knees pressed hard against the petite mounds of her newly-developed breasts, her feet virtually either side of her head, there was no way Anne could escape the degrading bondage.

  Again and again the leather belt lashed the crimsoned flesh of her pouting vulval lips, the cracking sound reverberating around the room as Samantha giggled wickedly. As if possessed, Samantha lashed the girl's naked buttocks and vulval flesh as hard as she could. Her arm beginning to ache, she continued the gruelling thrashing until she was forced to drop the belt to the floor. Anne whimpered and sobbed as Samantha gazed at her handiwork. The girl's pouting love lips glowing scarlet, her buttocks crimsoned...

  'Where the hell could they have gone?' the younger man asked as Samantha found herself back in the barn.

  'Fuck knows,' the middle-aged man replied, leaving the small room as Samantha ducked behind several bales of straw. 'That older one... she must have led the girl somewhere. How the fuck they got past us, I don't know.'

  'Neither do I. But I do know that this place will be crawling with cops before long. We'd better get out of here.'

  'OK. We'd better clear up. Get rid of all evidence of the girl being here.'

  Leaving the barn as the men returned to the small room, Samantha surveyed the surrounding countryside. A village lay at the other side of a field and, judging by the sound of heavy traffic, a main road wasn't too far away. Noticing a car parked by the side of the barn, she went to investigate. On the front seat she found several letters addressed to a Mr Robertson. Grinning, she made a note of the address and slipped behind some bushes as she heard voices.

  'I just don't understand it,' the older man complained.

  'There was no way they could have left without us seeing them.'

  'But we didn't see them, did we? We should never have—'

  'What's done is done. Let's go to the Duck and have a beer. I think we both need a drink.'

  Watching as the two men climbed into the car and drove off, Samantha emerged from the bushes and wandered across the field towards the village. Her intervention had changed history, she knew as she approached a row of cottages. The girl was never found, the men never caught... and Anne's parents had obviously thought the worst. Eight years on and the dust had settled, they'd probably accepted the situation... But that still left the problem of what to do with the girl.

  Deciding that there was no point in wandering around the village, Samantha decided to return to her own time. She now knew the identity of one of the men and...

  Finding herself standing in her lounge, Samantha gazed at Anne's naked body, her scarlet vulval flesh. She'd treated the girl no better than the men would have done, she reflected. Complaining about her neck aching, Anne announced that she was going to thrash Samantha's buttocks the minute she was free.

  'It's only fair,' she said, her blue eyes focusing on Samantha.

  'Maybe,' Samantha replied, grinning as she was about to release her victim.

  'You thrashed me with the belt, so I'll thrash you and—'

  'Anne, we're going to have to think of something to do with you. You can stay here for the time being but—'

  'Take this belt off me and we'll talk about it,' the girl cut in.

  'You look great with your feet either side of your head,' Samantha breathed, her arousal rising as she gazed longingly at Anne's swollen cunt lips. 'In fact, you look most appealing with your pussy gaping open. Would you like me to shave you?'

  'Yes, but take the belt off first.'

  Slipping into the bathroom and grabbing a razor, Samantha took the can of shaving foam from the shelf and returned to the lounge. Again asking to be released, Anne pulled against her bonds as Samantha settled on the floor and massaged the foam into the swell of the teenager's pouting vulval lips. Saying nothing as the girl continued to protest, Samantha had no intention of releasing her. Dragging the razor over the rise of Anne's mons, leaving smooth, hairless flesh in its wake, Samantha thought that this might be her last opportunity to enjoy the girl's naked body. She might decide to leave, perhaps go to her parents' house, and Samantha would never see her again. Unless she enjoyed her now...

  'Take this belt off,' Anne snapped as Samantha dragged the razor over the swell of her vulval lips.

  Ignoring her, Samantha worked the razor over her vulval flesh, stripping years from her as her blonde pubes fell away. The job of depilation finally complete, she grabbed a wet flannel from the bathroom and wiped away the foam and shaved-off golden curls. Admiring her handiwork, Samantha focused on the girl's erect clitoris protruding alluringly from beneath its pinken hood. Leaning forward, she licked the full length of Anne's vaginal slit, lapping up the flowing sex-cream as the girl quivered and gasped in her sexual ecstasy.

  A chill running up Samantha's spine, as if someone had just walked over her grave, she looked around the room. Feeling as if someone was watching her, spying on her, she sat back on her heels as she thought that she heard a distant voice calling her. It sounded like a girl crying, calling for help... Releasing Anne, she told the girl that she had to go out for a while.

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