Dark Desires

by Ray Gordon

  When the girl was ready, saliva running over the tissue surrounding her gaping bottom-hole, Samantha pushed Rob back and instructed Anne to lower her naked body and part her buttocks with her fingers. Pressing the man's purple plum hard against her brown ring, Samantha thought that his cock was too big to penetrate the girl there. His glans swelling as he watched Samantha trying to force his cock up Anne's tight arse, he gasped.

  'It'll never go in,' he breathed, his huge balls rolling. 'She's far too tight to...'

  'You were saying?' Samantha giggled as his purple glans was suddenly sucked into the fiery heat of the girl's rectum.

  'God, that... that's incredible,' he murmured, his body trembling uncontrollably.

  'More,' Anne cried as Rob's solid shaft glided along her duct of forbidden pleasure. 'I want all of it.'

  Bouncing up and down on the man's solid cock, Anne gasped and shuddered in the crude arse-fucking as Samantha moved to the floor and thrust two fingers deep into the constricted cavern of the teenager's neglected cunt. Finger-fucking the girl, her hand bathed with her juices of lust, Samantha knew that they were going to rake in a lot of money. Rob was bound to have male friends who'd enjoy using and abusing a teenage girl. They'd hand over cash in return for sex once they laid eyes on Anne's naked body. They'd pay up front to fuck the tight sheath of her arse, mouth-fuck her, spunk her body...

  Suddenly finding herself sitting on a log by a bubbling stream, Samantha looked around her. The sunlight filtering through the trees high above her, she had no idea where she was, let alone why she'd been taken there. The undergrowth was profuse, the huge leaves of the plants growing alongside the stream reminding her of the jungle. Was that where she was? She felt confused, the hot and humid air stifling her.

  'You again?' she breathed as the young man she'd met in the nineteenth-century pub approached her.

  'Samantha,' he said softly, smiling at her. 'You can change certain aspects of the future. Minor incidents. But you cannot change your destiny.'

  'Who are you?' she asked, gazing up at his angelic face. 'Where am I?'

  'You're in the garden.'

  'What garden? Who are you?'

  'I'm a friend,' he replied, his dark eyes sparkling. 'When you return, I want you to take care of Anne. Look after her, love her.'

  'Yes, yes, I will. Tell me who you are.'

  'I told you, Samantha. I'm your friend. My name is Charles. I keep watch over you, guide you. You saved the girl from the fire. She fled and has now found another place to sleep. Go back now, Samantha. You have your life ahead of you. Enjoy it.'

  As he slipped into the undergrowth, Samantha frowned. Why had she been chosen to get the girl away from the factory and save her life? Why had she been chosen to care for Anne? You can change certain aspects of the future. But you cannot change your destiny. Pondering his words, she felt herself slipping through time again. Where was she supposed to go now? she wondered, looking about her as she materialized in the dancing school...

  'There you are,' Kitty said, smiling as she approached. 'I've heard from Gerry. He's settled in Australia and found a nice house. I'm joining him in a couple of days.'

  'Oh, right,' Samantha replied.

  'I wish you luck with the mansion and the school. I know you'll do well.'

  'Yes, I hope so. Er... Kitty, what...'

  'Don't worry about anything. You've done very well so far and I don't see why you shouldn't continue to do so. How's Mike?'

  'Mike? Er...'

  'It must be nice, having a brother to help.'

  'A brother?' Samantha gasped. 'But I...'

  Standing in her lounge, Samantha gazed at Anne. Rob must have gone, she thought, watching the girl panting for breath as she lay back on the sofa. Wondering who Mike was, she sat next to Anne and wiped the creamy sperm from her chin. Anne smiled, parting her slender thighs and displaying the spunk-dripping valley of her pussy. She needed a tongue-wash, Samantha decided, slipping off the sofa and settling between her feet.

  'I'll clean you,' she breathed, lapping up Rob's sperm from the younger girl's valley of desire.

  'Mmm, that's nice,' Anne breathed. 'I'll tell you what I'd like.'

  'My tongue lapping up Rob's spunk from your sweet bottom-hole?'

  'No... yes, that too. I'd like to make some plans for the future. I don't think I want to work for the newspaper. I think, in the future—'

  'Don't talk about the future,' Samantha interrupted. Licking her cunny-wet lips, she smiled. 'The future's not ours to see.'

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  Dangerous Desires

  "No more," she whimpered, his huge cock finally beginning to deflate as he lashed each stinging globe of her naked bottom. Managing to move forward, she breathed a sigh of relief as his spent cock slipped out of her inflamed rectum. "God," she murmured, falling to her knees and resting her hands on the floor.

  When Annabelle finally gets her divorce from Brian she is ecstatic. Now her new life can begin. But Brian has other ideas and embarks upon a hate campaign against her.

  Annabelle endures weeks of allegations, abuse and threats until a friend tells her about a psychic ritual that could solve all her problems, so one night she decides to try out the ritual and stands naked in her lounge surrounded by burning candles and chanting the words that could put an end to Brian’s campaign.

  The following day she hears that Brian has lost his job, his car, and his house is subsiding. Has the ritual worked? She decides to try it again, this time hoping to snare an attractive young man who has caught her eye. Once again the outcome is favourable and Annabelle embarks on a string of affairs aided by an unseen force, but something strange is beginning to happen. Annabelle no longer feels alone when she carries out her ritual. Has she awakened something far more dangerous than she could ever have imagined? With her desires out of control is Annabelle possessed by a sex hungry entity, one that has no intention of ever leaving?

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