Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Now,’ Rick breathed. ‘I’m coming now.’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ Anne gasped as she neared her own climax. ‘Fuck me hard – I’m coming.’

  His creamy sperm lubricating her contracting vagina as her orgasm erupted within the pulsating nub of her solid clitoris, he once more locked his lips to hers and kissed her. Writhing on the grass, she listened to the squelching sounds of their shafting as he pummelled her ripe cervix with his throbbing knob and flooded her hot sex sheath with his male cream. Her teenage body jolted with each thrust of his rock-hard cock and Anne dug her fingernails into the soft grass as she cried out in the grip of her amazing pleasure. Again and again, waves of ecstasy crashed through her trembling body, taking her to hitherto unknown heights of sexual bliss.

  In a dreamlike state, Anne tossed her head from side to side, her eyes rolling and her nostrils flaring as her orgasm peaked. She’d had Dave, Alan and now Rick, she mused. After months of neglect, her teenage vagina was now back in action. As Rick made his last thrusts and her orgasm began to fade, she gazed up at the trees high above her. It was getting dark, she thought as Rick finally slipped his deflating penis out of her sperm-bubbling pussy. But a new light was now shining upon her young body.

  ‘Are you all right?’ Rick asked her.

  He sounded genuinely concerned, and Anne liked that. ‘Yes,’ she murmured. ‘I feel great.’

  ‘We’d better make a move before it gets dark.’

  ‘Before the monsters come,’ she said, hauling her trembling body upright and grabbing her knickers.

  ‘Monsters?’

  ‘There are monsters that come out after dark. Come on, let’s go.’

  As she walked across the park, Anne knew that she’d be seeing Rick again. He’d probably still go out with Hayley and fuck her, but that didn’t bother Anne. If anything, she liked the idea of being the other woman – the other sister. This was Hayley’s comeuppance, she reflected as they neared her house. This was revenge for the other girl’s wicked betrayal. Rick stopped and took her in his arms before they reached the front gate. She’d hoped that Hayley would see them hand in hand, kissing, loving …

  ‘I’m supposed to be seeing Hayley tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Do you want me to dump her?’

  ‘No, no,’ she breathed. ‘I like the idea of you coming to the house to see her and then sneaking off to fuck me.’

  ‘Well, if you’re sure?’

  ‘I’m very sure. We’ll go to the park again tomorrow, after you’ve been with her.’

  ‘OK.’ He kissed her passionately. ‘Until tomorrow, then.’

  ‘Thanks, Rick. You were amazing.’

  ‘And you were the best.’

  As she opened her front door and climbed the stairs to her room, Anne pondered on Rick’s words. You were the best. That’ll teach Hayley, she thought happily. Her stomach somersaulting as if she was going over a bridge in a fast car, she flopped onto her bed and listened to the music coming from Hayley’s room. Hayley was singing along to the tune. She was obviously happy, thinking that she’d found the man of her dreams and that she was in love. Little did she know that her new boyfriend had just fucked her little sister beneath the trees. Little did she know that, the next time Rick fucked her, he’d then sneak off and fuck and spunk her sister again.

  Things had certainly changed, Anne thought as she slipped her hand between her thighs and felt the sperm-soaked crotch of her tight knickers. Her clitoris swelled as she massaged her puffy sex lips through the tight material. She was looking forward to Alan’s cock the following evening. First Alan, and then Dave … She’d fuck Alan and then take Dave to the woods and fuck him, she decided. And then, after Rick had seen Hayley, she’d meet him in the woods and fuck him. One-upmanship was exciting, she mused. After years of hearing about Hayley’s successes, the tables had turned.

  Three

  ‘WHERE DID YOU go last night?’ Hayley asked Anne over breakfast.

  ‘I went out and had some fun,’ the girl replied impishly. ‘Why?’

  ‘You’re not mucking about with Rick, are you?’

  ‘I don’t muck about with anyone, Hayley.’

  ‘You know what I mean. He left shortly after you and—’

  ‘Don’t you trust him?’

  ‘You’re the one I don’t trust. Anyway, I’m just warning you to keep away from him.’

  ‘Maybe you should have warned your last boyfriend to keep away from me. Ian was always chasing after me and trying to look up my skirt at my knickers. Did you know that he preferred younger girls? That’s probably why he dumped you.’

  ‘Ian and I split up because … It’s none of your business. You should stop messing about with boys and get down to some serious studying.’

  ‘What, like you did?’

  ‘Anne, if you want to go to university and then get a good job … I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was twenty.’

  ‘All your boyfriends have dumped you,’ Anne sniggered. ‘No one’s ever dumped me.’

  ‘That’s because you take your knickers off as soon as—’

  ‘At least I can come.’

  Hayley looked shocked. ‘What … what do you mean by that?’ she stammered.

  ‘Nothing.’

  ‘Who have you been talking to?’

  ‘Are you two arguing again?’ their mother sighed as she walked into the kitchen. ‘Come on, or you’ll both be late.’

  Hayley glared at Anne. ‘I’ll talk to you later,’ she whispered through gritted teeth.

  Anne grinned as Hayley left the table and grabbed her bag. She realised that she shouldn’t have said anything because Hayley might put two and two together and blame Rick for blabbing his mouth off. But she wasn’t really bothered. If Rick said anything to her, she’d deny all knowledge of talking to Hayley about it. Leaving the house and heading for college, she felt a spring in her step as she walked down the road. The sun was shining, the holidays were only a couple of days away, and she felt better than ever. She now had self-confidence, she mused, jutting her firm breasts out and showing off her pert nipples through her tight T-shirt as a middle-aged man walked past.

  ‘Don’t you want to see me any more?’ someone called out.

  Anne turned and gazed at Dave. ‘Of course I do,’ she returned. ‘What do you mean?’

  He frowned. ‘I saw you leaving the park with some guy last night,’ he said accusingly.

  ‘We’d been talking,’ she said, concealing a grin. ‘The same way you talk to Hayley in the park.’

  ‘Anne … he was holding your hand.’

  ‘I was frightened of the monsters so he picked me like a wild flower and made me feel better.’

  ‘I thought you were coming back to the pub last night. I waited for you and then … Anne, if you’ve found someone else … I’d rather you told me.’

  ‘Of course I haven’t. I was going to go back to the pub and then I met an old friend and we went to the park for a chat. That’s all there was to it. Anyway, I know that you met my sister again.’

  ‘We’ve been through this before, Anne. I didn’t meet your sister, or anyone else.’

  ‘If you want to screw Hayley that’s fine by me.’

  ‘What do you mean by that?’

  ‘You screw her, and I’ll screw … I have to go or I’ll be late.’

  ‘OK, well – I’ll see you tonight?’

  ‘Yes, but make it early. I’ll be in the pub at six.’

  ‘OK, I’ll see you there. What’s all this about wild flowers?’

  ‘I’ll see you later.’

  Walking on, Anne wasn’t convinced that Dave was telling the truth. But she had Rick and Alan to satisfy her, so she didn’t really care whether Dave was screwing her sister or not. She didn’t care much for college, either, so she decided to go to the derelict house and do some studying. Making her way to the woods, she followed the narrow path through the trees and breathed in the scent of pine. She felt calm and tranquil away from the noise and bustle of people,
and she decided that the house was a great place to catch up on her college work.

  Wandering into the front room, she gazed at the old armchair and smiled. If only Hayley knew about her antics, she thought, dumping her bag on the floor. Spanking, spunk swallowing, water sports … She’d certainly had a good time with Alan, and there’d be many more sessions of crude sex with him in the derelict house. Sitting in the chair and taking her books from her bag, she wished that she hadn’t told Dave that she’d be in the pub at six. It would have been nice to have met Alan for sex and then to meet Rick later in the evening for another good shafting.

  By lunchtime Anne had had enough and she dropped her books into her bag. Although she’d got some work done she’d been thinking about Alan and Rick, and the crotch of her tight knickers was wet with her juices of arousal. Although she’d had a couple of boyfriends in the past, she felt as though she’d only just discovered sex. She’d come out of her shell, she thought as she pulled her short skirt up and thrust her hand down the front of her knickers. She was desperate for the relief of a massive orgasm and was about to slip her fingers between her swollen pussy lips and appease her solid clitoris when she heard voices outside the house.

  She grabbed her bag and gazed through the broken window. She noticed two teenage girls, one blonde and one brunette, walking towards the house. This is all I need, Anne thought, slipping through the hall and hiding in what had once been the kitchen. The voices grew louder and she spied through the crack in the room’s door as she heard the front door open.

  ‘Do you think anyone else comes here?’ the blonde said.

  ‘I doubt it,’ her dark-haired friend replied. ‘We’ve never seen anyone, have we?’

  ‘They’re probably frightened of the ghosts,’ the other girl said with a giggle as they climbed the stairs and went into one of the rooms.

  Anne kept her distance as she crept up the stairs. Hovering on the landing, she peered around the door and almost gasped out loud as she gazed at the girls entwined in a passionate kiss. Lesbians, she thought, reckoning the girls to be about her own age. Watching as they lay on a mattress and began fondling each other, she was pretty sure that they were from her college. She glanced at her watch and realised that they must be on their lunch break. Did they go to the house for lesbian sex every day? she wondered. How many people used the house for sex?

  Anne watched with bated breath as the girls stripped naked. She’d often wondered about lesbian sex but had never dreamed of experimenting sexually herself with another girl. She wasn’t even sure what lesbians did. She’d assumed that they licked and fingered each other, but had thought that there must be other acts they indulged in too. Pushing the bedroom door open a little further, she watched as the girls ran their hands over each other’s young bodies. Squeezing the firm mounds of each other’s breasts, they kissed each other again. Were they in love? Anne wondered. Or were they seeking nothing more than sexual gratification? Most teenage boys hadn’t got a clue how to please a girl, she reflected. Maybe the girls had got together because each knew what the other wanted.

  Anne gazed wide-eyed as the blonde girl lay on the mattress with her legs parted wide. Was the other girl going to lick her pussy? she wondered as the brunette settled between the blonde’s thighs. The girl began kissing her friend’s swollen sex lips and then licked the open valley of her young pussy, and Anne felt her own clitoris swell. What did she taste like? Anne wondered, her stomach somersaulting, her clitoris calling for attention, as she watched the blonde writhe on the mattress.

  ‘My clit,’ the blonde girl breathed as her lesbian lover sucked and slurped between her slender thighs. ‘Suck my clit really hard.’

  ‘Mmm, you taste wonderful,’ the other girl said. ‘I’ve been dying to get your clit into my mouth.’

  Anne lifted her short skirt up and slipped her hand down the front of her wet knickers as she watched the lesbian sex show. Stifling her gasps of pleasure as she massaged the solid bulb of her sensitive clitoris, she wondered what it would be like to lick another girl’s pussy. Although she didn’t want to experience lesbian sex, she imagined a girl’s tongue snaking around her erect clitoris and delving deep into her hot vaginal hole. Sex without a cock, she thought, again wondering what pussy milk tasted like. Did they use dildos?

  The blonde girl squirmed on the mattress and cried out as her orgasm erupted, and Anne began to wonder whether she should experiment sexually with another girl. There’d be no harm in trying, she mused dreamily as she massaged her erect clitoris faster. Her orgasm nearing, she felt her sex juices flooding from her contracting vagina and soaking her knickers. The lubricious milk ran down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs and she trembled uncontrollably as her orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her clitoris.

  Her legs sagging beneath her, she leaned against the wall and again stifled her gasps of pleasure as she rode the crest of her orgasm. She needed to feel a wet tongue between her swollen pussy lips, she mused as her hot milk spewed from her vaginal sheath. But she knew that she was going to have to wait until the evening before enjoying Alan’s and then Rick’s oral attentions. Accidentally falling against the door, she slipped her hand out of her knickers as the door banged against the wall with a dull thud.

  ‘What the hell are you doing?’ the dark-haired girl yelled, leaping off the mattress and grabbing Anne’s arm.

  ‘I was just—’ Anne began as she was dragged into the room.

  ‘Just spying on us?’ the blonde cut in.

  ‘What are we going to do with her?’ the other girl breathed, forcing Anne onto the mattress.

  ‘We’ll have to teach her a lesson.’

  ‘I won’t say anything,’ Anne said shakily. ‘Let me go and—’

  ‘You’ll go blabbing your mouth off if we let you go.’

  ‘No, I won’t.’

  ‘Help me get her knickers off,’ the blonde said. ‘We’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget.’

  Anne struggled to break free as the girls almost tore her knickers off but she was no match for them. On her back with her legs held apart and her sex crack blatantly exposed, she felt acutely embarrassed as the girls commented on her creamy-wet pussy lips. She was going to have to endure lesbian sex, she thought apprehensively as the blonde girl positioned herself between her splayed thighs. She should never have spied on the girls but, as the blonde kissed and licked the swollen lips of her young pussy, she felt a quiver run through her young womb.

  The girl licked and slurped between the swollen lips of Anne’s pussy, and her struggling became perfunctory as her arousal heightened. Why fight? she thought as her womb contracted. The girls wanted to pleasure her, not harm her, so why fight them? Relaxing as the blonde’s tongue lapped at her wet vaginal entrance and repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris, she breathed deeply and slowly. She felt calm and tranquil as never before, but she reminded herself that this was simply sex and that she wasn’t a lesbian.

  ‘Have you ever had a girl lick you?’ the dark-haired lesbian asked her.

  ‘No,’ Anne breathed softly as the blonde’s wet tongue ran up and down her open valley.

  ‘We’d better initiate you,’ the other girl said with a giggle as she knelt astride Anne’s face. ‘Go on, lick my cunt.’

  Anne breathed heavily through her nose as the girl pressed the wet lips of her teenage pussy hard against her mouth. Breathing in the scent of the lesbian’s open sex valley, she knew that she had no choice other than to commit the Sapphic sex act. As she tentatively pushed her tongue out and lapped the brunette’s hot milk, she thought the taste was quite agreeable. She’d often sucked her fingers after massaging deep inside her vagina and had loved the tangy flavour, but this was another girl’s pussy cream and, to her amazement, she was pleasantly surprised by the taste.

  She hadn’t expected this, Anne reflected as the blonde’s tongue entered the creamy-wet sheath of her young vagina. Her clitoris responded to the lesbian licking and sh
e felt her young womb contract and her juices of arousal flow. She realised that she was enjoying the feel of another girl’s tongue delving deep into her tightening vagina. Savouring the dark-haired girl’s pussy milk, she pushed her tongue into her open sex hole and lapped fervently. Never in a million years would she have thought that she’d be enjoying sex with two girls. But she’d had no choice, she tried to console herself. This was forced sex – she wasn’t a lesbian.

  As two fingers drove deep into her contracting vagina, Anne arched her back and breathed heavily through her nose. Her clitoris sucked into the blonde’s hot mouth, she knew that she’d soon be writhing in the grip of her first lesbian-induced orgasm. Would she meet the girls again? she wondered as she sucked the brunette’s clitoris into her hot mouth. Repeatedly sweeping her tongue over the solid protrusion, she knew that she’d meet the girls for lesbian sex again. This was only sex, she thought dreamily. She wasn’t a lesbian – was she?

  Her orgasm erupting, shaking her young body to the core, Anne sucked and mouthed on the other girl’s clitoris and took her to her earth-shuddering climax. Writhing on the mattress, lost in her sexual delirium, she reached up and squeezed the firm mounds of the girl’s breasts and pinched her ripe nipples to add to her pleasure. The three-way coupling was driving her wild: her mouth flooded with orgasmic milk as she thought how soft and gentle girls were, compared to men. Alan and Rick had been good, she reflected in the grip of her orgasm. But the feel of another girl’s tongue, the loving gentleness of the forbidden act … Bisexual. The word played on her mind as she sucked on the brunette’s pulsating clitoris.

  ‘Wow, you were good,’ the dark-haired girl breathed. ‘That was brilliant.’

  ‘Would you like to join us again?’ the blonde asked Anne, sitting upright and licking her juice-glossed lips. ‘We come here most days in our lunch break.’