Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  ‘No, I … We can’t do it here, not in the street.’

  ‘It’s almost dark, so let’s go into your back garden. No one will see us.’

  ‘All right,’ she whispered, again recalling Alan’s rock-hard cock pumping sperm deep inside her tight vagina.

  Behind the bushes at the end of the garden, Anne looked up at the house and hoped that Hayley wasn’t around. Dave started kissing her, thrusting his hand up her skirt again and tugging her knickers down, and she thought once more about Alan. She’d loved being spanked, she mused as Dave slipped a finger deep into her sperm-bubbling vagina. There was something naughty and exciting about going with an older man, she thought as Dave drove a second finger into the tight sheath of her hot pussy. Especially a married man who was older than her father.

  Easing Anne onto the ground, Dave slipped her knickers down over her feet and parted her legs wide. He whispered in her ear as he took his weight on his arms above her and stabbed between her swollen love lips with his bulbous knob. He told her to relax, reminding her that this was her first time and he wanted it to be good. She said nothing as his cock glided deep into the sperm-wet sheath of her contracting vagina. Looking up at the stars sparkling high above her, all she could think about was Alan, the way he’d spanked her and driven his huge cock into her tight pussy.

  Dave pumped his sperm into her young body within less than a minute, and Anne had to fake an orgasm. She writhed and gasped as he drained his swinging balls, but she felt guilty again as his sperm overflowed and ran down between the firm cheeks of her bottom to her anal hole. But her guilt mingled with a feeling of wickedness. Alan was right: they could meet at the house and fuck and Dave would never find out. Alan would pull her knickers down, spank her bare bottom, bite her ripe nipples, drive his cock deep into her yearning cunt and fuck her senseless. But she knew that she shouldn’t meet Alan again. It would end in tears, she was sure. And word would get round and she’d be labelled a slut.

  ‘That was amazing,’ Dave breathed, sliding his cock out of her spermed vagina and settling beside her on the grass. ‘You came, didn’t you?’

  ‘Yes, yes, I did come,’ she lied, realising that she was a slut. ‘It was … it was great, Dave.’

  ‘You’re a woman now. You’re no longer a virgin so—’

  ‘I’d better go into the house,’ she cut in, leaping to her feet and pulling her knickers on.

  ‘OK, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

  ‘Yes, tomorrow – in the pub. I’ll be there at seven.’

  ‘I can come here, to your house.’

  ‘No, no … Wait for me in the pub. I have to see a friend first.’

  ‘OK, I’ll see you at seven. Are you sure that you’re all right, Anne? You seem … I don’t know. You seem distant, as if your mind is somewhere else.’

  ‘It was my first time, Dave. I suppose I’m feeling a little mixed up.’

  ‘The second time will be even better, I promise you.’

  ‘I’d better go.’

  Anne finally slipped in through the kitchen as Dave walked around the side of the house. She bounded up the stairs to her room and closed the door. Two cocks in one evening, she thought dolefully as her knickers filled with a second load of sperm. Once more deciding not to see Alan again, she knew that she was going to have to stick to her decision. Alan was married, he was older than her father … She dared not meet him at the house again.

  Two

  CONSUMED BY GUILT, Anne couldn’t stop thinking about Alan as she walked along the path into the woods the following evening. She’d worn a short skirt and black knee-length leather boots to turn him on and excite him, but she knew that he needed no encouragement. Hayley had frowned at her as she’d left the house and her mother had asked her why she was dressed like a tart. She was a tart, she thought as she reached the derelict house. Cheating on her boyfriend, lying, arranging to meet an old man for crude sex … What if Dave wanted sex again later that evening? Would she fuck two different men every evening? She was a tart.

  Wandering into the house and gazing at the old armchair, Anne pictured Alan spanking her naked buttocks and driving his solid cock deep into her hot vagina. She knew that he only wanted her young body and that he was using her for sex but that was all she wanted from him. Recalling Dave driving his erect penis deep into her young pussy, she thought it ironic that he’d decided to have sex with her the very night that she’d opened her legs to Alan. She should have dumped Dave, she thought anxiously. Two-timing him was a dreadful thing to do and … But no one would know. Dave would never discover the shocking truth.

  Walking across the room and staring through the broken window, Anne felt guilty again as she imagined Dave waiting in the pub for her. She’d never dreamed that she’d become a cheating slut, but the prospect of Alan’s crude words and his rock-hard cock pumping fresh spunk deep into her tight vagina excited her. She should leave the house and go to the pub, she thought as she noticed Alan emerging from the bushes. She should sort out this mess before someone got hurt. But she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of giving her young body to an experienced man and, for some reason, the idea of cheating on Dave was beginning to excite her.

  Her clitoris painfully solid, the crotch of her tight knickers soaking up her creamy juices of arousal, Anne felt her stomach somersault as she heard Alan enter the house. Walking into the room, he dumped a leather bag on the floor and grinned at her. He was becoming more attractive by the day, she thought, returning his grin. His eyes sparkled as he looked her up and down and nodded his head approvingly. Then he licked his lips. This was purely sex, she reminded herself as he brushed his greying hair back and stood in front of her. No love, no strings – just cold, hard sex.

  ‘You look great,’ Alan said. ‘I love the kinky boots.’

  ‘I thought you’d like them,’ Anne whispered huskily, breathing heavily as he squeezed her firm breasts through the tight material of her T-shirt. ‘You really are a dirty old man, aren’t you?’ she added with a giggle.

  ‘A very dirty old man,’ he returned. ‘And you’re a naughty little girl.’

  ‘I was naughty last night. I let Dave fuck me.’

  ‘You had two men in one evening? Dirty little girl. Was he good?’

  ‘No, he was dreadful. He came within a few seconds and I had to fake an orgasm.’

  ‘He’s young – he has a lot to learn.’

  ‘You’re older, and you have a lot to teach me.’

  ‘Yes, indeed. I’ll teach you everything I know, Anne. Have you been thinking about me?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘About my cock?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Tell me what you’ve been thinking.’

  ‘About wanking it, sucking it and swallowing your spunk.’

  ‘You’re a very naughty little girl.’

  ‘What have you been thinking about?’

  ‘About your hard little tits and your tight cunt. And I’ve been imagining you squatting over my head and opening your cunt lips and pissing over my face.’

  ‘Pissing … I don’t think I want to get into that sort of thing.’

  ‘Why not? Have you tried water sports?’

  ‘No, I’ve never even thought about it.’

  ‘Will you do it, just for me?’

  ‘No, Alan. I love sex but … I don’t want to get into that.’

  ‘Oh well, it was worth asking. Are you meeting Dave later?’

  ‘Yes, in the pub.’

  ‘I thought you said that you’d made a mistake about him and your sister?’

  ‘That’s right – I’d got it all wrong. Apparently they were just talking.’

  ‘In that case, why is he in the park with her now?’

  ‘What?’ She frowned at him, unsure whether she’d heard him correctly. ‘Dave is in the park with Hayley?’

  ‘Yes, I saw them on my way here. And they weren’t just talking.’

  Anne’s stomach churned. ‘What were they doing?’r />
  ‘Kissing, holding each other, fondling … Then they went into the trees by the railway cutting.’

  Anne felt her shoulders slump and her stomach sink as she pictured Dave kissing Hayley. He’d lied his way out of trouble, she reflected, recalling his words. I went to the park with Hayley because I needed someone to talk to. I wanted to know how you really felt about me, so I asked Hayley. He’d lied about Hayley so that he could fuck Anne. Lying bastard, Anne thought angrily. Cheating, lying, fucking … And Hayley was a right bitch. They were probably fucking in the woods, she thought as Alan grinned at her again and licked his lips. Dave would be fucking her, spunking up her tight cunt and … Anne bit her lip. She was cheating on Dave, she reminded herself. But that was different.

  ‘You OK?’ Alan asked her, breaking her reverie.

  ‘Yes, yes, I’m OK,’ she replied softly. ‘So, what’s in the bag?’

  ‘Ah, yes,’ he breathed, grabbing the bag and opening it. Showing her a camera, he smiled. ‘You said that you’d let me take some photographs of you.’

  ‘Of me, or my cunt?’

  ‘You’re a very attractive girl, Anne.’

  ‘That doesn’t answer my question. Anyway, you don’t have to flatter me. I’m a slut, and you know it.’

  ‘Just because you enjoy sex, it doesn’t mean to say that you’re a slut.’

  ‘What would you call a teenage girl who fucks married men in their fifties?’

  ‘Yes, I see your point.’

  ‘How about a few pictures of me sucking your cock?’ she asked him, dropping to her knees and unzipping his trousers.

  Fiddling with the camera as Anne lowered his trousers and grabbed his stiffening penis, Alan grinned. ‘Perfect,’ he breathed. ‘I’ll look at the photos and think of fucking your pretty little mouth every time I have a wank.’

  ‘How often do you wank?’

  ‘Every day, and I think of fucking your tight little cunt when I shoot.’

  Retracting Alan’s fleshy foreskin, Anne sucked his purple knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth and snaked her tongue over its velveteen surface. His hands shook as she committed the illicit act but he managed to focus the camera and take several shots as she slipped his knob out of her wet mouth and ran her tongue up and down his solid shaft. Anne realised that the photographs might be seen by the lads in the pub, but she didn’t care. If Hayley acted like a slut, then so would she. And if Dave thought nothing about cheating on her, then she’d show him how far she could go in the name of deceit.

  Cupping Alan’s heavy balls in the palm of her hand, she took his swollen knob to the back of her throat, sank her teeth gently into his veined shaft and breathed heavily through her nose. It had been months since she’d sucked on a throbbing knob and savoured the taste of fresh sperm, and now she vowed never to go more than a day or so without drinking from a hard cock. Was Dave fucking Hayley’s mouth? she wondered angrily as Alan took several more photographs. Was Hayley drinking Dave’s spunk?

  ‘I want to give you a facial,’ Alan gasped. ‘I’ll spunk all over your face.’

  ‘Dirty boy,’ Anne breathed, slipping his glistening knob out of her mouth and wanking his rock-hard shaft. ‘Come on, then – shoot it all over me.’

  ‘Lick it,’ he ordered her, trying to steady the camera. ‘Here it comes, lick it and—’

  Although his hands were shaking as his fresh sperm jetted from his throbbing knob and splattered her pretty face, Alan managed to take several photographs. Anne licked his purple globe, sustaining his orgasm as his cream rained over her nose and eyes. She could have done this with Dave, she thought as she savoured the taste of Alan’s spunk. They could have been good together, but he obviously preferred to spunk over Hayley’s face and in her mouth.

  Finally taking Alan’s throbbing knob into her pretty mouth, Anne sucked out the last of his sperm as he gasped and trembled. It had been so long since she’d tasted spunk, she thought for the umpteenth time. Swallowing his male offering, draining his huge balls, she finally slipped his deflating cock out of her mouth and grinned at him. He hadn’t lasted very long, she mused, rubbing his knob over her spermed face. But they’d be visiting the house again and she’d have plenty of opportunities to swallow his spunk. As Anne licked her lips, Alan took several more photographs of her sperm-dripping face before dropping his camera on the chair.

  ‘You were great,’ he said. ‘That was perfect.’

  ‘I love spunk,’ Anne breathed, wiping her face with the back of her hand and lapping up his cream. ‘I haven’t sucked a hard knob and swallowed spunk for months. Does your wife suck your cock?’

  ‘No way. I’m lucky if she lets me fuck her once a month. Your sister … Do you think she’d meet me here?’

  ‘What?’ Anne glared at him, her stomach sinking as she imagined him with her sister. ‘You want to fuck my sister?’

  ‘Yes – why not?’

  ‘Because … I can’t believe this. What’s wrong with me – aren’t I good enough for you?’

  ‘Anne, I didn’t mean … All I thought was that, if your sister fucks, then I’d be happy to oblige. I’ve seen her with you a couple of times and she looks pretty tasty.’

  ‘She’s too busy fucking Dave.’ Walking to the window, Anne sighed. ‘I’m not good enough for you, am I?’ she asked him again.

  ‘Of course you are. You were brilliant.’

  ‘So why do you want to fuck my sister?’

  ‘I just thought that she might be into water sports.’

  ‘Don’t I mean anything to you? After all we’ve done together … What has Hayley got that I haven’t?’

  ‘Nothing, Anne. It’s just that … You’re going out with Dave and … I just thought that your sister might be interested in me.’

  ‘I’ll piss on you,’ Anne said, slipping her knickers off. ‘Where do you want me?’

  ‘Squat over my face,’ Alan replied eagerly as he lay on the floor on his back. ‘Squat over my face and piss in my mouth.’

  Taking her position, Anne parted the fleshy cushions of her outer labia and exposed the open entrance to her tight vagina. She’d never dreamed of committing such a vulgar act before, she reflected as Alan licked the pink funnel of flesh surrounding her gaping sex hole. There again, she’d never dreamed of having sex with a man older than her father. Squeezing her muscles as she looked down at Alan’s face, Anne knew that she had to prove herself to be better than Hayley. If Alan wanted water sports, then she’d do it. Whatever he wanted, whatever crude act turned him on, she’d agree. And she’d do it far better than her sister.

  His mouth filling with her hot liquid, Alan repeatedly swallowed hard as Anne tightened her muscles and sustained the flow. He was a dirty old man, she thought as he pressed his lips hard against her wet flesh and drank from her young body. Were all old men like this? she wondered, imagining her mother pissing in her father’s mouth. Was Hayley into water sports? She’d prove herself better than Hayley, she vowed again as she listened to Alan gulping down her golden liquid. She’d show Hayley that she could have any man eating out of her knickers.

  Her golden flow finally stemming, Anne looked up at the cracked ceiling as Alan’s tongue slipped deep into the creamy wetness of her contracting vagina. This was real sex, she thought as her clitoris swelled. Reaching down and peeling her outer lips wide apart, she gasped as he slurped and sucked on the inner folds of her vagina. This was sex for the sake of sex, and the notion excited her. Alan knew exactly what to do, she mused as he sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth. Her young body shaking uncontrollably, her sex juices flowing over his wet face, she knew that his expert attention would soon take her to her climax.

  Anne had been licked many times by her two previous boyfriends, but it had never driven her wild like this. Alan snaked his tongue deftly around the base of her solid clitoris, sucking gently and then licking, until she felt her vaginal muscles contract and the birth of her orgasm stirring deep within her young womb. Stretching her sex lip
s open to the extreme, forcing her solid clitoris out, she whimpered softly as he bit gently on the sensitive protrusion. Alan was amazing, she thought dreamily as he held her on the verge of her climax. As he teased her, making her wait for the relief she so desperately craved, she lost herself in her sexual frenzy.

  When he felt that she was ready, he pressed his mouth against her wet flesh and sucked hard on her aching clitoris, sending her arousal to frightening heights. Letting out a rush of breath as her pleasure finally exploded in the pulsating nub of her erect clitoris, Anne threw her head back and cried out in the grip of an incredibly powerful orgasm. Never had she known anything like it as waves of pure sexual ecstasy crashed throughout her quivering body. Her pulsating clitoris pumping tremors of bliss deep into her contracting womb, her orgasmic milk spewing from her gaping vaginal hole and splattering Alan’s face, she cried out again as her pleasure peaked and rocked her young body to the core.

  ‘Keep coming,’ Alan breathed through a mouthful of wet vaginal flesh. ‘Pump out your cunt juice and keep coming.’

  ‘I am,’ Anne gasped, rocking her hips and grinding the sexual centre of her teenage body hard against his mouth. ‘Again … it’s … it’s coming again.’

  Anne had never thought that multiple orgasms were possible, until now. As the first wave of pleasure subsided, a second welled up and crashed through her young body. She couldn’t believe the sheer ecstasy her trembling flesh was bringing her as her pleasure repeatedly receded and then built again. Alan was a man of experience, she mused dreamily as he licked and sucked on her pulsating clitoris. But it was also the danger, the notion of lying and cheating, that excited her.

  ‘No more,’ she finally managed to gasp as she lolled to one side and lay on the floor beside him.

  ‘You’re a dirty little girl,’ Alan said, chuckling as he propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at her sex-flushed face. ‘I’m going to eat your little pussy every day.’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ she murmured, her brown eyes rolling. ‘Eat my cunt every day and make me come.’