Wicked Obsession

by Ray Gordon

The other man knelt behind her, parting her firm buttocks and stabbing at her anal hole with his bulbous knob, and she knew that her fantasy was about to become reality. Brian brought her dream out of the darkness and into daylight by slipping his purple knob into her waiting mouth. Three cocks, she thought happily as her rectal canal opened wide to accommodate the invading penis. The sound of male gasping resounding around the room, her young body rocking as the treble shafting began, Anne breathed slowly and deeply through her nose and closed her eyes.

  This was an amazing experience, she thought as the sound of naked flesh meeting flesh echoed in her ears. Her vaginal juices squelching, her firm breasts kneaded by roaming hands, she felt her clitoris swell as never before. Her tight holes shafted, her mouth bloated by a swollen knob, her young body was alive with sex. Hoping that the men had staying power as her young body rocked back and forth, she could feel the two cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane dividing her inflamed vagina and her tight rectum. Gobbling and sucking on Brian’s bulbous knob, Anne moaned softly through her nose as hands roamed again over her naked body.

  The knob shafting her tight rectum pumped creamy sperm deep into her bowels and her cervix was bathed by spunk from the other throbbing knob. Anne sucked and repeatedly swallowed as Brian’s cock flooded her mouth with his male offering. This was it, she thought as her own orgasm neared. Three cocks fucking her hot holes, three throbbing knobs pumping sperm into her young body … This was her dream come true.

  Her pleasure erupting within the pulsating nub of her solid clitoris, Anne lost herself in her sexual frenzy as her naked body shook uncontrollably in the grip of her ecstasy. This was what her teenage body was for, she thought in her sexual delirium. All three holes shafted by solid cocks, used and abused and filled with spunk … and she was earning money in the process. Swinging balls slapping between her parted thighs, her nipples pulled and pinched, her sex ducts inflamed, her dream had come true.

  The men finally pulled their deflating cocks out of Anne’s quivering body, leaving her panting for breath and awash with sperm. She hoped that they’d be able to shaft her senseless again. Her lust for perverted sex was insatiable, she knew as the burning holes between her young thighs oozed with fresh spunk. Licking the male cream from her chin and lips, she reckoned that the men must be on erection tablets as she gazed at their solid cocks. They were obviously ready for another session already, she mused dreamily as she clambered on top of Brian’s naked body. And she was more than ready for another three-way fucking.

  Brian’s cock entered the inflamed sheath of Anne’s spunk-creamed vagina and she opened her mouth as another man offered her his purple knob. She was eagerly awaiting the penetration of her tight rectum but, as the third man knelt behind her and tried to force his knob into her bloated vagina alongside the first cock, she thought that she’d split open. Slipping the knob out of her mouth, she protested.

  ‘You can take it,’ the man kneeling behind her said, with a chuckle. ‘Just relax and we’ll give your little cunt a double fucking.’

  ‘No,’ Anne gasped as her vaginal canal stretched painfully to accommodate his huge organ. ‘Please, I can’t take two cocks.’

  Ignoring her, the man managed to drive the full length of his solid cock deep into her inflamed vaginal sheath alongside the other huge penis. The huge knob plunged again into her gasping mouth, completing the triple fucking of her naked body, and she couldn’t believe the abuse she was having to endure. Her sex duct stretched to capacity, the two cocks rhythmically shafting her burning vagina, the swollen knobs battering her ripe cervix, she sucked and gobbled on the knob filling her mouth as her clitoris swelled as never before.

  This was debased sex beyond belief, Anne thought as her young body rocked with the three-way shafting. Never had she dreamed of taking two cocks into her teenage pussy, but she’d plunged into the seedy world of prostitution and obscene sex and now there was no turning back. This was her life now, she thought as the men gasped and her bloated vagina spasmed. Paid for crude sex, allowing old men to abuse her young body … This was her life now.

  ‘She’s as tight as hell now,’ Brian said.

  ‘I’ve always dreamed of double-fucking a teenage slut,’ the man kneeling behind her gasped. ‘Two cocks up one cunt … God, this is heaven.’

  Anne listened to their vulgar comments as she sucked and licked the knob bloating her pretty mouth. Her vaginal sheath burning like fire, tightening around the two solid cocks, she knew that this was the most debased act she would ever indulge in. There could be nothing more depraved, she thought as the cocks shafting her stretched sex duct swelled. She could sink no lower into the pit of degeneracy.

  Someone slapped her naked buttocks hard and Anne’s young body jolted. She tried to slip the man’s knob out of her mouth and protest again, but he held her head tight. The loud slaps resounded around the room as the gruelling spanking continued and her rounded bottom cheeks stung like hell. She lost control and hot urine spurted from her abused hole and drenched the men’s bouncing balls. This really was the bottom of the pit, she was sure as laughter echoed around the room. She was nothing more than a common whore to be used and abused to satisfy the perverted lust of old men.

  Her mouth flooding with sperm, Anne repeatedly swallowed hard as her distended vaginal cavern filled with two loads of male orgasmic cream. She’d had enough and needed to rest, but two fingers drove deep into her hot rectal duct and massaged her inner flesh, taking her to hitherto unknown heights of depravity. Her clitoris swelling and pulsating, she moaned through her nose as her orgasm exploded and rocked her young body to the core.

  Her mind blown away on clouds of lust, a deluge of hot liquid streaming between her legs as her bladder drained, she thought that her incredible orgasm would never end. Her breasts kneaded by unseen hands, her sensitive nipples pinched and pulled, Anne thought that she was going to pass out as her pleasure heightened. The squelching of sperm, naked wet flesh slapping against flesh, the gulping of spunk … The sounds of crude sex resounded around the room until the men slipped their cocks out of her creamed holes and she rolled to one side and lay on the floor quivering in the aftermath of her abuse.

  ‘She’s good,’ someone said as she panted for breath.

  ‘Well worth the money.’

  ‘We’ll fuck the slut regularly.’

  ‘We’ll try two cocks up her tight little arsehole next time.’

  ‘And two in her mouth – make her swallow a pint of come.’

  ‘We should bring old Fred with us, he’d like to use the slut’s arse.’

  Anne listened to the crude conversation as she lay writhing and gasping on the floor with sperm oozing from the burning holes between her wet thighs. They’d finished with her, she was sure, as they talked about going to the pub for a beer. That was it, she thought. The old men had used and abused her, they’d paid for their pleasure, and now they were going to the pub to chat about the dirty little slut they’d fucked and spunked in.

  As the men dressed and left, Brian helped Anne up and smiled at her. Her hair dishevelled, sperm dribbling down her chin, streaming down her inner thighs, she was exhausted in the aftermath of her pioneering treble fucking. Brian was nice, she thought as he dressed her. He was a dirty old pervert, but he was also caring. Wondering whether the men would bring Fred with them next time, she imagined four cocks shafting her fleshy holes. Five men, six, seven …

  ‘You’d better get home,’ Brian said as he finished dressing her.

  ‘I’ll stay here for a while,’ Anne breathed shakily, plonking herself in the old armchair. ‘You go and join the others in the pub.’

  ‘Well, if you’re sure?’

  ‘Yes, I’m sure. I’ll see you again. OK?’

  ‘Are you up for it again?’

  ‘Definitely. We’ll arrange it when I next see you in the pub.’

  ‘You look after yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow in the pub.’

  As Brian left the house, Ann
e closed her eyes and reflected on the debauched acts she’d performed with the old men. ‘Slut’ wasn’t strong enough a word to describe her, she thought as she felt her knickers soaking up a deluge of sperm. Slut, whore, tart … From a relatively innocent teenage girl, she’d become a wanton prostitute. Looking around the room, she smiled. How many more men would she entertain in the derelict house? How many cocks would she take into her mouth, her young vagina and tight rectum … Leaving the chair as she heard someone walk into the hall, she held her breath. Had the men come back for more?

  ‘Hi, Rachael,’ Jack said as he appeared in the doorway. ‘What are you doing here?’

  ‘I’m … I often come here to think,’ Anne replied, wondering how he knew about the old house. ‘Have you been here before?’

  ‘No, no. Hayley told me about this place. I’m on my way to see her, so I thought I’d take a look.’

  ‘Oh, right. So, are you two back together again?’

  ‘She told me that you’re her sister. Why did you come to my place and—’

  ‘Are you angry with me?’

  ‘No, I just wondered why you said all that stuff about her.’

  ‘It’s a long story, Jack. My name’s Anne, by the way.’

  ‘She’s not at all happy with you.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Jack. I knew that there’d be a lot of trouble but … You could lie, say that it was some other girl who went to see you. She’d never know, would she?’

  ‘You’re right, it might be best. We don’t want any problems, especially as I’m going to be your brother-in-law.’

  ‘That means that we can still fuck,’ Anne said, giggling as she stared at the bulging crotch of his jeans.

  ‘Anne, I’m going to marry your sister. I don’t think that we should—’

  ‘Fuck? Why not? Hayley will never find out.’

  ‘You’re a naughty little girl.’

  ‘You’re not the first man to say that. We could have some fun, Jack. Imagine you coming to my house and Hayley introducing you to me. She’ll never know that we’ve been fucking. We could fuck on your wedding day – imagine that.’

  ‘I am imagining it, and I can feel trouble brewing.’

  ‘Don’t be silly. If there’s no danger, there’s no excitement.’

  ‘I’d better be going or she’ll wonder where I am.’

  ‘Fuck me before you go.’

  ‘Anne, I—’

  ‘Fuck me, Jack. Do my cunt hard, and then go and see my big sister.’

  Kneeling in front of him, Anne unbuckled his belt and tugged down his jeans. His cock rising, Jack looked down at her as she licked his rolling balls and ran her wet tongue up and down his veined shaft. He couldn’t resist her, she knew as his cock stiffened fully and he began to tremble. She’d just about completed her quest, she reflected. She was with the man whom Hayley intended to marry, seeing him behind her back and using his cock for her own satisfaction. But she was obsessed with sex, with taking her sister’s men, and she knew that she wouldn’t stop here.

  Fully retracting Jack’s foreskin and taking his purple knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth, Anne snaked her wet tongue over its silky-smooth surface and savoured the salty taste. Another huge cock and another load of sperm, she thought happily, wanking his solid shaft and cupping his full balls in the palm of her hand. Jack and Hayley would soon be man and wife, and Anne would steal his cock whenever it took her fancy. It would be a nice arrangement, Anne mused wickedly.

  Sucking and gobbling on Jack’s bulbous middle-aged knob, she knew that her sister was innocent. She wasn’t a prostitute and she doubted that she’d screwed Dave in the park. She’d gone to the derelict house and fucked Brian, she reflected. But that had been Anne’s idea: she’d put Brian up to it, and Hayley had enjoyed her last fling before marrying Jack. Hayley was completely innocent, but that wasn’t going to stop Anne’s quest for sexual gratification with Jack or any other man.

  Breathing heavily, Jack moaned softly as his sperm gushed into Anne’s gobbling mouth and bathed her snaking tongue. She swallowed hard repeatedly, drinking the fresh cream from her soon-to-be brother-in-law’s throbbing knob, and she wondered how much sperm she could gulp down in one day. Life was exciting, Anne thought as she wanked Jack’s rock-hard shaft and kneaded his heaving balls. Especially as she was sucking Hayley’s future husband’s cock and drinking the sperm that should have been her sister’s.

  ‘You really are a naughty little girl,’ Jack breathed as she slipped his deflating knob out of her sperm-bubbling mouth. ‘I ought to spank you for the way you’ve behaved.’

  ‘I wish you would,’ Anne replied, with a giggle. ‘I could do with a good spanking.’

  ‘Telling me that Hayley has lots of men, and then pulling your knickers down and—’

  ‘Talking of pulling my knickers down,’ she cut in, ‘I hope you’re going to fuck me on your wedding day.’

  ‘I have no doubt that I’ll slide my cock into your tight little pussy after the ceremony. The only thing is, if Hayley ever finds out that we’ve been—’

  ‘Well, I’m not going to tell her. Don’t worry, Jack. We won’t get caught.’

  ‘God, I hope not. Look, I’d better be going. Are you going home now?’

  ‘No, I’ll stay here for a while. Don’t forget to tell Hayley that I wasn’t the girl who went to your place. Say that it was someone tall with red hair or something.’

  ‘OK, will do. I’ll see you soon, I hope.’

  ‘I hope so, too. Be a good boy.’

  ‘Yeah, right.’

  As she watched him leave the room, Anne knew that she should go home. It was getting late and dusk was falling, but she didn’t feel like ending the day yet. Her knickers were soaked with sperm, she was exhausted, she looked like she’d been dragged through a bush backwards … She looked like a common slut, she mused, wondering whether to go to the pub for a drink. Leaving the house before it got dark, she walked along the lane and thought about the vicar. Would he be in the church? she wondered. Her young body had had enough sex for one day, but she wanted more.

  Nearing the church, Anne noticed that the doors were open and she slipped inside. The tight holes between her slender thighs ached, but the notion of another cock shafting her thrilled her. It had been a good day, she reflected as she neared the altar. The vicar, Brian and his two friends, Jack … Just one more fuck before going home, she thought, walking across the church to the small office. Hearing the vicar on the phone, she hovered outside the door and listened.

  ‘She’s eighteen and she shaves,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘No, no. Fifty pounds. Oh yes, well worth the money. Yes, that’s right. As you know, I’ve been trying to get hold of one of the local girls for years.’

  Grinning, Anne knew that he was talking about her. Was he on the phone to another vicar? she wondered excitedly. Maybe he could get her another client, she thought, imagining several cassocked men with stiff cocks lining up at the altar. The vicar finally finished his phone call so Anne wandered into his office and grinned at him. He looked surprised to see her, but he was soon looking her up and down and licking his narrow lips.

  ‘Have you come back for more?’ he asked her.

  ‘If you have another fifty pounds, then yes, I have.’

  ‘I can’t afford it twice in one day,’ he sighed. ‘How about a freebie for a regular customer?’

  ‘It’s a shame you haven’t got any money. I was going to sell you some photographs of my sister sucking an old man’s cock.’

  ‘What?’ the priest gasped, frowning at her. ‘You mean to say that Hayley—’

  ‘I mean to say that I have photos of Hayley getting mouth-fucked.’

  ‘May I take a look at the photos?’

  ‘I haven’t printed them yet, they’re still on my camera. You’d like to get inside her knickers, wouldn’t you?’

  ‘Yes, very much so.’

  ‘You could use the photos to blackmail her.’

  ‘Now that’s a thou
ght. So you’d stand back and watch me blackmail your sister?’

  ‘Yes, why not? She’s always been better than me, she’s always done well at everything and … well, it’s time she was brought down a little.’

  ‘How much do you want for the photos?’

  ‘One hundred.’

  ‘You drive a hard bargain, Anne.’

  ‘And you drive a hard cock, vicar. Come on, you can do me over the altar for free.’

  Eagerly following her out of the office, the priest closed and locked the church doors before joining Anne by the altar. She didn’t intend to sell him the photographs, she thought as she watched him pull his cassock over his head and throw it over a pew. She was just winding him up, teasing him. Following his instructions, she stripped naked and lay on the altar. He was a sad pervert, she mused, looking up at the roof as he stood by the altar and grabbed a huge church candle. But he might bring her more clients, so it was worth playing along with him.

  ‘A sacrifice,’ he said, chuckling as he parted her thighs wide and focused on the gaping crack of her hairless pussy. ‘I’ll offer your naked body to the Devil.’

  ‘You are the Devil,’ Anne quipped. ‘I wonder what you’re going to do with that candle?’

  ‘Stuff it right up your tight little cunt,’ the vicar replied unashamedly. ‘I’d love to get Hayley on the altar and give her a good candle-fucking.’

  ‘Why?’ Anne breathed, gazing at the candle as he pushed the rounded end between the swollen lips of her pussy. ‘Do you think that she’s better than me?’

  ‘No, it’s not that she’s better than you. I look upon her as a challenge. I’ve always got the impression that she’s a prude. To get her naked on the altar and give her a damned good candle-fucking would bring her down a peg or two.’

  ‘It would bring her an orgasm or two,’ Anne said, grimacing as the huge wax shaft stretched her vaginal canal open wide. ‘God,’ she gasped. ‘It’s too big.’

  ‘You wait until I force another candle up your tight little arse,’ the priest said, finally pushing the wax phallus fully home.

  Anne grimaced again as he worked the candle in and out of her inflamed sex sheath and muttered crude words about tight virgin schoolgirls. Did other girls visit him? she wondered as he leaned over her naked body and sucked her elongated nipple into his hot mouth. He’d said that he didn’t see other girls, but she didn’t believe him. A sad old pervert like the vicar would forever be chasing after fresh young girls and trying to lure them into the church for sessions of debauched sex.