by Ray Gordon
The vicar’s spunk jetted from his throbbing knob and lubricated my anal sheath as his gasps of debauched pleasure resounded around the church. He held my hips tighter and rammed his solid cock deep into my tight arse with a vengeance. I could feel his unholy seed oozing from my bloated anus and running in rivers down my inner thighs as his lower belly repeatedly slapped my naked buttocks.
Finally he yanked his deflating cock out of my aching rectal duct, knelt behind Jackie and licked the brown ring of her anus. I could hear him slurping, breathing heavily as he savoured the taste of her teenage bottom. His attention was now focused on Jackie so I had some time to rest after the crude anal fucking he’d just given me. I also had time to think about the future. Amy would phone at some stage and I’d have to go out to meet her. I’d also have to lie to Jackie. The strange thing was that, although we were both having sex with men, there was no jealousy between us. Maybe Jackie wouldn’t be jealous if she discovered that I had something going with Amy.
I wondered how I’d feel if I discovered that Jackie was going out to meet another teenage girl to have lesbian sex with her. I recalled her comments about having lesbian clients as well as men. Were there girls who’d pay for lesbian sex? I asked myself. Older women might be interested in having sex with two teenage girls. My head resting on the altar as I heard Jackie gasp, I knew that the vicar had forced his huge cock into her tight bum. Her eyes bulged and she bit her lip as the anal shafting began – her young body jolted with every thrust of the vicar’s cock.
I was sure that Jack the vicar would become a regular client. Now I turned my thoughts to my twin sister. How well was she doing as a prostitute? I wondered. Did she just give the odd blow job to men she’d met in bars for ten pounds, or was she running a successful business? It would have been interesting if I’d set up in business with her, I thought. The vicar would love the idea of fucking twin sisters.
Jackie cried out as the vicar rammed his solid cock into her bottom-hole with such force that she flopped back and forth like a rag doll. His sperm was pumping deep into her hot bowels, I knew as he let out a long low moan of pleasure. His half-hour must have been up, I thought as he called Jackie a filthy arse-slut. Would he go back to the vicarage and write his Sunday sermon once he’d finished with us? Perhaps we should go to church on Sunday, sit amongst the congregation and grin and wink at him as he talked about the sanctity of marriage, I thought in my wickedness.
‘Tight-arsed little slut,’ Jack gasped as he finally withdrew his spent cock from Jackie’s rectal duct. ‘You’re both filthy little slags.’
‘Your time is up,’ I said, turning my head and looking at him. ‘You’ve had your half-hour, so –’
‘I have five minutes left,’ the vicar interrupted, untying the rope binding our ankles. He moved around the altar and released my hands. ‘Kneel behind the slut and suck my spunk out of her arse,’ he ordered me.
The huge candle came out of my aching vagina with a loud sucking sound as I took my position behind Jackie and I let out a sigh of relief. I could feel my pussy milk streaming from my gaping vaginal entrance as I parted Jackie’s firm buttocks and pressed my red lips hard against her sperm-oozing anal hole. I sucked out the vicar’s cream and breathed in the scent of Jackie’s anal crease as she let out a rush of breath.
The aphrodisiacal taste of Jackie’s rectum blended with fresh sperm was delicious – I sucked fervently and swallowed hard repeatedly. I pushed my tongue into her tight hole, licked the dank walls of her rectal duct and breathed in her heady scent again. The intimate lesbian act sent my arousal soaring – and my clitoris swelled and my juices of desire flowed freely from my yawning vaginal hole. Slurping and sucking, I swallowed the creamy liquid and drained Jackie’s rectal duct. Hoping that the vicar would order her to suck the spunk from my anal hole, I followed his fresh instructions and clambered to my feet.
I should have charged the vicar more for a lesbian show but I’d have been pushing my luck, I reckoned. Two hundred pounds was enough, I thought happily as he untied the rope binding Jackie’s wrists. Following Jack’s orders, I leaned over the table as Jackie knelt behind me, closing my eyes as she parted the firm cheeks of my naked buttocks. I felt her hot breath in my anal crease, and then her wet tongue as she lapped at my brown hole.
Her tongue probed deep into my rectal tube, lapping up the vicar’s spunk, and she stretched my firm buttocks wide apart to gain better access to my most private hole. My young body trembled as my yearning clitoris inflated and I had to remind myself that I was at work. What an amazing way to earn money, I reflected as Jackie sucked the vicar’s spunk out of my rectal sheath. I’d moved into a nice flat with my best friend, I was earning a fortune . . . But I had problems.
My parents would want to see the flat, I’d lied to them about university and my secretarial job, I had the other Ali to worry about . . . and now Amy wanted sex with me. I didn’t want Jackie to become a problem, I mused as she slurped and sucked at my anal hole. If she discovered that I was seeing Amy she might become jealous, possessive, and I didn’t want to have to deal with that. We lived and worked together, but I needed my own space, my own life.
As Jackie sucked my rectal tube dry, I decided that it was time to leave the church. We’d earned our money and the vicar had had his fun, and he’d had the use of our young bodies for more than half an hour. I was enjoying Jackie’s tongue licking deep inside my rectum, but this was supposed to be business, not pleasure. Besides, we’d have plenty of time for lesbian sex once we were back at the flat.
‘Your time is up, vicar,’ I said, hauling myself upright as Jackie sat back on her heels. ‘You’ve had more than half an hour.’
‘I’d like you to come here once a week,’ Jack said. ‘Both of you – if that’s all right?’
‘That’s fine,’ I replied as I adjusted my clothes. As Jackie sorted herself out, I grabbed my handbag, brushed my tousled blonde hair away from my face and grinned at the vicar. ‘You’re happy with our services, then?’
‘I’m very happy. I have several fetishes and . . . I don’t suppose you could give me an hour in future?’
‘All right,’ I conceded. ‘As you’ll be a regular, two hundred for an hour each week.’
‘Excellent,’ the perverted priest said, beaming. ‘Same time next week, then?’
‘Same time next week,’ I confirmed as I took Jackie’s hand and followed Jack along the aisle to the church doors.
Out in the sunlight, I breathed in the warm air as we walked along the street. I loved the summer, I mused as Jackie chatted excitedly about the money we’d earned. I wondered where we’d meet our clients during the winter months and decided that renting a bedsit wasn’t such a good idea, after all. Apart from having to find the rent, we’d be going back and forth to meet clients. The vicar had his church and John and his friends had the bungalow, but we were bound to have other clients who’d want to come to our flat.
‘This could be a client,’ I said as my phone rang.
‘More money,’ Jackie trilled.
‘Ali speaking,’ I said softly.
‘It’s me,’ Amy said. ‘How are you?’
‘Oh, er . . .’ I smiled at Jackie and moved away from her. ‘I’m fine,’ I said softly.
‘Can we meet somewhere?’
‘Yes, that would be nice,’ I replied.
‘Are you with your girlfriend?’
‘Yes, that’s right.’
‘OK, I understand. Where shall we meet? Would you like to come round to my place?’
‘No, no . . . the woods by the park. By the stream.’
‘I’ll go there now.’
‘OK – thanks for ringing.’
Jackie looked at me with expectation reflected in her dark eyes as I slipped my phone into my handbag. I smiled and told her that it was our landlord just making sure that I was happy with the flat. How was I going to get away and meet Amy in the park? I wondered. I stopped and held my hand to my mouth as an idea came to
me.
‘God,’ I said. ‘I’ve just remembered that I told my mum I’d go and see her this morning.’
‘Why were you telling the landlord about the woods by the park?’ Jackie asked me.
‘He said that he might have a client for us,’ I lied. ‘He wondered where we could meet him.’
‘Oh, I see. So are you going to your mum’s now?’
‘Yes, I’ll have to. You go back to the flat and I’ll see you there later. Here, take my key. We’ll get another one cut later.’
‘I’ll get one cut on my way back.’
‘Good idea,’ I said, passing her a ten-pound note. ‘That should be enough to pay for it. OK, I won’t be too long.’
As I walked away I felt guilty about lying to Jackie. I should have told her the truth, I thought as I headed for the park. Now that I’d lied to her I’d have to keep on lying. I should have been honest and said that I was meeting Amy. After all, it was my life and Jackie and I weren’t an item or . . . This was another mess in the making, I realised as I crossed the park to the woods.
* * *
After my visit to the church with the vicar and Jackie, my pussy was aching and my knickers were very wet. I knew that Amy would want to lick me, push her tongue into my teenage vagina and suck out my juice. As I followed the narrow path through the trees I felt my clitoris swell and my young womb contract at the prospect of lesbian sex. But I still felt guilty about Jackie.
As I approached the stream, I noticed Amy dropping stones into the water. I hid behind a bush so that I could spy on her. She was wearing knee-length black boots with a red miniskirt and a white T-shirt. Her long blonde hair shone in the sunlight, her full red lips pouted – she looked stunning. My heart raced as I gazed at her slender thighs and imagined her succulent pussy lips, her tightly closed sex crack. I emerged from my hide, walked over to her and smiled.
‘Hi,’ she said softly, lowering her eyes and gazing at the cleavage revealed by my partially open blouse. ‘Was your girlfriend OK about you going out?’
‘Yes, she . . . she’s fine,’ I replied. ‘It’s not serious or anything. We just . . . well, it’s not serious.’
‘Ali’s moving to Birmingham,’ Amy informed me. ‘The other Ali, I mean. She’s going tomorrow.’
‘Oh, right.’
‘She’s had enough of everything. She never did like this town.’
‘Has she had enough of my being around?’
‘That’s part of it, yes. She has friends in Birmingham and . . . there’s nothing here for her, so she’s moving.’
‘So I never will get to meet her.’
‘She wants to meet you before she goes.’
‘Really?’ I said. ‘When? I mean, where?’
‘She’s going to phone you. Do you want to meet her?’
‘I don’t know,’ I murmured. I sat down beside the stream. ‘I really don’t know.’
Amy settled beside me on the grass, stroked my long blonde hair and kissed my cheek. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils and I felt a quiver run through my womb. She was so sensual, I thought as I lay back on the grass and closed my eyes. I could feel her hands wandering over the firm mounds of my pert breasts as she leaned over and pressed her full lips to mine. She kissed me passionately, ran her hand down over my stomach and tugged up my short skirt. Her fingertips pressed into the wet material of my bulging knickers and she massaged me there. I breathed heavily, my young body trembling as Amy pressed her fingertips harder into the groove of my pussy and rubbed my solid clitoris. She hadn’t pulled my wet knickers aside because she was teasing me, I thought dreamily. She was going to make me wait for the pleasure of her fingers deep inside my tightening vagina.
After opening my blouse and lifting my bra clear of my firm breasts, Amy sucked my erect nipple into her hot mouth and snaked her tongue over its sensitive tip. Finally she moved my knickers aside, massaged the hairless flesh of my swollen outer lips and ran her fingertip up and down my opening valley of desire. My juices of lesbian lust streamed from my neglected vaginal sheath and flowed down to the inflamed ring of my anus – I recalled the vicar’s huge cock fucking me there.
My life centred around sex now, I thought as Amy sucked my other milk teat into her wet mouth and sank her teeth gently into the areola. Before I’d discovered the other Ali I’d never really given a thought to sex, let alone sex with another girl. Now I was moving from one sexual encounter to another. Anal sex with a vicar while I was bent over the altar, I mused. Had God been watching me?
Amy pulled my knickers down and slipped them off over my feet along with my shoes – I knew that she was going to lick me as she parted my legs wide. She settled between my splayed thighs, peeled the fleshy lips of my pussy wide apart and teased the tip of my sensitive clitoris with her wet tongue. I gasped, writhing on the grass as she repeatedly ran her tongue up and down my yawning sex crack. I could hear her tongue licking, slurping as she lapped up my flowing sex milk. She knew exactly how to please another girl, I thought happily as her tongue entered my vaginal duct. Being a girl, she knew what a girl wanted.
‘You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever been with,’ Amy breathed softly. ‘You taste heavenly.’
‘How many girls have you been with?’ I asked her.
‘Five. I’ve had sex with five girls. You’re number six, Ali. And you’re the best ever.’
‘What was my sister like?’
‘The same as you in looks, but nowhere near as sensual. She liked rough sex, not gentle, loving sex the way you do. Would you like to come now?’
‘Yes, yes – I need to,’ I replied shakily.
‘OK, relax and I’ll take you to heaven.’
Amy suckled my erect clitoris into her pretty mouth, drove at least two fingers deep into my vaginal sheath and massaged my creamy-wet inner flesh. The sensations were fantastic, sending ripples of sex right through my pelvis and deep into my contracting womb. Amy was an expert, I thought dreamily. Her long blonde hair tickled my inner thighs and my lower stomach as she licked and sucked between the splayed lips of my pussy. I knew that I was about to reach my orgasm.
My clitoris pulsating, my womb rhythmically contracting, my vaginal muscles tightened and gripped Amy’s thrusting fingers as my climax erupted and shook my young body to its core. I writhed on the grass beneath the summer sun, lost in my lesbian passion as Amy sustained my powerful orgasm with her tongue and fingers. Amy had said that she’d take me to heaven, and she’d kept her promise. My cries of sexual satisfaction resounded through the trees and I felt that I’d given not only my body to Amy but my soul. We were as one, locked in our lesbian devotion, and I knew that we’d never be parted. I didn’t know what the future held but, as I began to drift down from my amazing climax, I knew that I couldn’t live without Amy.
As my new lesbian lover slipped her fingers out of the fiery sheath of my pussy and lapped up my orgasmic juices, I thought about Jackie. She’d be waiting at the flat, wondering how long I’d be. Never in a million years would I have dreamed that I’d be cheating on a lesbian lover with another girl. Had anyone told me that I’d be writhing in orgasm with a girl sucking my clitoris and fingering my tight pussy, I’d have thought they were crazy. To have two lesbian lovers was unbelievable.
‘Good girl,’ Amy said as her grinning face appeared above my hairless vulva. ‘I’ll take you to heaven every day, Ali. Come and live with me, move in with me and –’
‘I can’t,’ I said softly, propping myself up on my elbows as Amy licked her pussy-wet lips. ‘I’ll see you every day, but I can’t live with you.’
‘Are you in love with that other girl?’ she asked me.
‘Yes, no, I mean . . . I don’t know what I mean. I don’t think that I know what love is.’
‘I know what it is, Ali. And I’ve found it. You’re an angel, and I won’t ever let you go.’
‘We can see each other every day, Amy. We’ll see each other as often as we can, but –’
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p; ‘I need to come,’ she cut in as she slipped her knickers off. ‘Make me come, Ali.’
Amy knelt astride my head as I lay on the grass, lowered her young body and pressed her hairless cunt lips against my mouth. I breathed in the heady scent of her teenage pussy, slipped my tongue into her wet slit and tasted her juices of arousal as she gasped and writhed. Her milk flowed in torrents into my mouth as I drove my tongue deep into her hot hole. I could feel the hardness of her erect clitoris pressing against my nose, and I knew that her arousal was running dangerously high.
Whimpering as she gyrated her hips and ground her open sex flesh hard against my face, Amy aligned the tight ring of her anus with my mouth. I pushed my tongue into the dank heat of her hole and savoured the bitter-sweet taste of her rectal duct. As I licked and sucked in my sexual delirium I breathed in repeatedly through my nose. The intoxicating perfume of Amy’s anal crease blew my mind: I arched my back as she leaned over my young body, pushed her tongue into my gaping vaginal hole and sucked out my fresh cunt milk.
Believing again that we were as one as our entwined bodies writhed in lesbian passion, I moved my attention back to Amy’s vaginal hole and sucked out her creamy juices. I took her ripe clitoris into my wet mouth and swept my tongue over its sensitive tip, feeling my vaginal muscles contract as she sucked my own solid clit-bud into her hot mouth. Locked in lust, I knew that we were going to reach our climaxes together as our young bodies trembled and our milk of desire flowed.
Oblivious to my surroundings, I moaned through my nose as my orgasm erupted within the solid bulb of my come-button and Amy reached her climax. Writhing on the grass, breathing heavily as we clung to each other, we sucked and licked and sustained our incredible orgasms. I was drunk on sex, my mind blown away on clouds of lesbian passion, and I hoped that I’d never come down from my sexual heaven. Shaking wildly as I rode the crest of my ecstasy, I drove a finger deep into Amy’s anal hole and massaged her hot inner flesh. She reciprocated, pushing a finger deep into my rectum and teasing the sleeping nerve endings there as she sucked my orgasm from my pulsating clitoris.
