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by Ray Gordon


  Taking another candle from the altar, the vicar rolled Anne’s naked body over and parted the firm cheeks of her rounded bottom. She squealed as he pushed the end of the candle hard against her tight anal ring but as the shaft slipped past her defeated anal sphincter muscles the sensations drove her into a sexual frenzy. Her sex holes bloated, stretched to the limit, she whimpered and trembled uncontrollably as he twisted the candles within her inflamed sheaths.

  This wasn’t sex, Anne mused dreamily as the priest sank his teeth into the firm flesh of her naked bottom. This was depraved abuse of a teenage girl’s naked body, but she wasn’t complaining. Her young womb contracting, her clitoris swelling against the solid shaft of the candle bloating her vaginal duct, she’d never known such heavenly sensations. The candles were far bigger than the cocks she’d taken into her tight sex holes, and she wondered just how far her hot ducts would stretch open.

  As the vicar clambered onto the altar and yanked the waxen phallus out of her burning anal sheath, Anne knew that he was going to drive his cock deep into her bowels. His bulbous old knob pressed hard against her inflamed anus and she let out a rush of breath as his penile shaft glided deep into the very core of her quivering body. His huge shaft repeatedly withdrawing and again driving deep into her restricted rectal canal, his swinging balls battering the end of the candle emerging from her inflamed vaginal cavern, he found his rhythm.

  ‘You’re so hot and tight,’ the priest gasped, his hands resting on the altar either side of her head as he rocked his hips and pummelled her bowels with his swollen knob. ‘I’ll get Hayley in this position if it’s the last thing I do.’

  Anne said nothing as he abused her tight rectum, but she did imagine her sister naked on the altar with a candle embedded deep within her tight pussy and the vicar’s penis doing her hot rectal tube. Hayley would be with Jack now, she thought. She’d be introducing him to her parents, announcing their wedding plans. Her mother would be pleased and her father would be indifferent, but Anne was delighted to think that she was going to have a sex-crazed brother-in-law who would get his hands inside her knickers at every opportunity.

  The vicar’s creamy sperm lubricated Anne’s burning anal duct as he repeatedly thrust his knob into the dank heat of her bowels with a vengeance. More spunk, Anne mused as her clitoris pulsated against the solid shaft of the candle and erupted in orgasm. She’d never been fucked so much in her life, she thought in her sexual delirium. Jack, Brian and his two friends, and the vicar twice in one day … This had to be the last cock until tomorrow, she decided as sperm oozed from her sore anus.

  Her orgasm began to fade as the vicar drained his swinging balls and slowed his shafting rhythm. Anne lay convulsing and gasping for breath on the altar. His deflating cock finally slid out of her sperm-bubbling anal sheath and he yanked the candle out of her abused vaginal canal and clambered off the altar. She was completely exhausted, she thought as he rolled her over onto her back and grinned at her. She couldn’t take another cock, another orgasm, another load of spunk.

  ‘You look totally fucked,’ the priest said, laughing as he helped Anne off the altar.

  ‘I am totally fucked,’ she breathed, swaying on her sagging legs. ‘God, I need to go home and get into bed.’

  ‘I’ve only done you twice today. Anyone would think that you’d been fucked a dozen times.’

  ‘I’ve had five cocks today,’ she confessed as she dressed.

  ‘Five? My God, you really are a filthy little slut.’

  ‘Some of them, yours included, have fucked me twice. That’s why I look totally fucked.’

  ‘I have a friend who might be interested in meeting you,’ the vicar said pensively as he walked her to the church doors. ‘Would that be OK with you?’

  ‘If he pays me, yes.’

  ‘Good, good. I’ll arrange it, then. Er … here, at the church one evening?’

  ‘Any evening suits me.’

  ‘Right, well …’ Unlocking the doors, the priest slapped Anne’s bottom. ‘Go on, go home and have a rest.’

  Walking home, Anne felt the sperm-soaked knickers sticking to the bald flesh of her inflamed pussy lips. She needed a shower, she knew as she neared her house. What she didn’t need was for her mother to see her in this state. Sneaking in through the front door, she crept up the stairs to her room and locked the door. How many more cocks would drive into her young body and fill her with spunk? she wondered as she lay on her bed and closed her eyes. How much more money would she earn?

  Eight

  ANNE HAD STAYED in bed until lunchtime and had finally showered and dressed. She felt confused about her life, which direction she was going in. She still wasn’t sure whether Hayley was a prostitute or not. It didn’t matter one way or the other, but she was intrigued. Wandering into Hayley’s bedroom, she wondered why she’d never really got on with the girl. Why was Hayley always better at everything? Brian had chased after her, Alan wanted her, the vicar was desperate to get his hands inside her knickers and Jack intended to marry her … Even Dave had gone to the park with her for a so-called chat.

  As she opened the bedside drawer, Anne knew that she shouldn’t rummage through her sister’s things. But she was intrigued about Hayley’s life, where she worked and how she was able to earn so much money. Finding nothing of interest, Anne closed the drawer, wandered over to the desk and switched on the computer. Sitting in the swivel chair, she wished that she could afford a nice desk and a decent computer. But she was earning some money at last, and she’d soon have enough to buy whatever she wanted.

  Checking Hayley’s emails, she noticed one from Dave. ‘Hi, sexy,’ she read aloud. ‘I thought about you again last night. I imagined that we were in the park together, kissing and making love. From the day Anne took me to your house and I first saw you, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. Meet me in the park this evening at seven. Dave the rave.’

  Switching the computer off, Anne shook her head. ‘Fucking bitch,’ she breathed, wondering how to retaliate. Meet me in the park this evening at seven. ‘I’ll meet you in the bloody park,’ she cursed, leaving the chair and looking through Hayley’s underwear drawer. Finding several thongs, she decided to steal them. Stockings and suspender belt, she mused, grabbing the items and checking the other drawers. Thinking that Jack might be interested to see a few photographs of Hayley getting fucked by Dave, she slammed the drawers shut before heading back to her own bedroom. She also had the photos of Hayley having anal sex in the derelict house with a man old enough to be her grandfather, she thought. Jack would undoubtedly be interested to see those.

  Slipping a suspender belt on, Anne rolled a pair of stockings up her long legs and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The black suspender belt framed the puffy lips of her hairless pussy. She grinned. No man could resist her young body, she though happily. Thinking again that Hayley was a bitch, she decided not to wear any knickers. This was war, she thought. Bounding down the stairs as the phone rang, she decided that she’d go all out to ruin every relationship her sister had.

  ‘Hello,’ she breathed, pressing the receiver to her ear.

  ‘Is that Hayley?’ a man asked her.

  ‘Yes, speaking.’

  ‘My name’s Don. I’m phoning about your export business.’

  ‘OK, Don. My consultation fee is two hundred pounds. That’s for one hour.’

  ‘Yes, that’s fine. Where and when?’

  ‘I’m available tomorrow morning. I’m in Hazelgrove Village, just outside Cranmoore.’

  ‘Yes, I know the place.’

  ‘You can pick me up at ten, if that’s all right with you?’

  ‘Yes, that’s perfect.’

  ‘Good. I’ll be waiting outside the church.’

  ‘Thanks, Hayley, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

  Another client, Anne thought happily, downloading her photographs to her computer before leaving the house and heading for the park. Another cock, more spunk, more money … Clutching h
er camera, she knew that she was an hour early but it was a lovely evening and she decided to sit on the bench and enjoy the sun. Her eyes closed, she tried to relax. But she couldn’t stop thinking about Hayley meeting Dave in the park and sneaking into the woods for a session of crude sex. Her sister was a real bitch, Anne thought angrily.

  Hearing someone approaching, she half-opened her eyes and saw a middle-aged man walking towards her. Watching him through her lowered eyelashes, she parted her thighs slightly and displayed the puffy lips of her hairless pussy. She pretended to be sleeping as he stopped a few yards away and gazed at the most private part of her young body. Never before had she exposed herself like this, and she realised the excitement she’d been missing as her clitoris stirred and called for attention and her young womb contracted.

  The man stood there for several minutes, and Anne reckoned that his cock was stiffening and his full balls rolling. It wasn’t every day that he’d find a teenage girl in the park with her hairless pussy blatantly on display, she thought as she parted her slender thighs a little further. It was his luck day and, if he had any money with him, he might be even luckier. Finally stirring, stretching her arms above her head and opening her eyes, she looked up at him.

  ‘Oh, er …’ she gasped, pressing her naked thighs together. ‘I must have fallen asleep.’

  ‘You looked so serene,’ the man said, sitting beside her. ‘I’m Geoff, by the way.’

  ‘I’m Anne – pleased to meet you.’

  ‘I usually walk through the park after dinner. I haven’t seen you here before – are you local?’

  ‘Yes, I live up the road.’

  ‘What’s the camera for?’

  ‘Oh, just in case I see anything of interest. You’d be surprised at some of the things I see.’

  ‘There are some lovely sights in the park,’ Geoff said, gazing at Anne’s naked thighs. ‘I noticed that you’re wearing stockings. I thought they were old-fashioned, not something a teenage girl would wear these days.’

  ‘I like stockings,’ she said, looking down at her long legs. ‘I don’t wear tights because they’re so restricting.’

  ‘In what way?’

  ‘Well, all sorts of ways. I’d never wear tights, especially in the summer when it’s hot.’

  ‘I suppose it’s better to have some cool air between your legs.’

  ‘This is a funny conversation,’ Anne said, with a giggle. ‘I don’t know you, and we’re talking about my stockings and—’

  ‘Does it worry you?’

  ‘No, not at all.’

  ‘My wife wears stockings and she doesn’t wear panties during the summer months. She likes a cool breeze wafting up her skirt, which is understandable.’

  ‘I must admit that I don’t wear any knickers when it’s hot like this.’

  ‘As we’re on the subject, I might as well tell you that she shaves. She reckons that it’s far better than—’

  ‘That’s a coincidence,’ Anne cut in. ‘I use cream to get rid of the hair.’

  ‘Really? Well, I never thought I’d be talking to a young girl who doesn’t wear panties and has no pubic hair. And stockings are … I just love stockings.’

  ‘It sounds like you and your wife get on really well together.’

  ‘We used to,’ Geoff sighed. ‘Sadly, we don’t have a sex life any more.’

  ‘Oh, I thought … What with shaving and no knickers and stockings …’

  ‘She looks great, but she lost her sex drive a long time ago. Do you have a boyfriend?’

  ‘No, not at the moment.’

  ‘I wish I was younger,’ Geoff said, grinning at her. ‘When I was your age …’

  As he talked about his teenage years and the girls he’d known, Anne thought about allowing him a little pleasure. He was undoubtedly lying about his wife, but that didn’t bother her. Although she felt sorry for him, she also wanted his money. What would he pay to slip his tongue between the wet lips of her hairless pussy? Did he have any money with him? This was a new day, she hadn’t had sex yet, and she was desperate for sperm. Checking her watch, she reckoned that she could spare him twenty minutes.

  ‘You must miss going with young girls,’ she said.

  ‘Yes, I do. Still, that’s all part of getting old. All I have now are memories of teenage girls and, to be honest, they’re fading fast.’

  ‘Maybe I could revive your memories.’

  ‘How do you mean?’

  ‘Follow me.’

  Leaving the bench, Anne walked across the grass to the woods and followed the narrow path into the trees. Geoff was right behind her, like an obedient dog, and she wondered again whether he had any money. She stopped in a small clearing amongst some bushes, placed her camera on the ground and turned to face him. He brushed his greying hair back, his face beaming as he looked her up and down. He must have known what she had in mind as she lifted her short skirt up over her stomach and exposed her tight crack, the hairless pinken lips of her teenage pussy.

  ‘Beautiful,’ he murmured, dropping to his knees and gazing longingly at Anne’s feminine intimacy. ‘Please may I touch?’

  ‘Only if you beg,’ she giggled.

  ‘Oh, please, please let me touch,’ he begged.

  ‘You’re a dirty old pervert,’ Anne said to him, enjoying the power her teenage body had over this man who was old enough to be her grandad.

  ‘I know I am,’ Geoff said, staring hungrily at her moist young sex lips.

  ‘OK then,’ she said, her pretty face smiling down at him. ‘Go on, revive some of those distant memories.’

  Saying nothing, Geoff ran his hand up Anne’s stockinged thighs and traced the fleshy swell of her bald sex lips with his fingertip. She breathed deeply as he opened her tight crack and exposed her pinken inner folds. Should she allow him to sink his hard cock deep into her tight vagina and spunk her? Or should she take his purple knob into her wet mouth and suck out his orgasmic cream?

  Moving forward, Geoff licked the pink funnel of wet flesh surrounding the entrance to Anne’s hot vagina. Lapping up her flowing milk, he clutched her naked buttocks, moved up her open sex valley and sucked her erect clitoris into his hot mouth. Her excitement rising, she trembled, her breathing fast and shallow as he repeatedly swept his tongue over the sensitive tip of her clitoris. This was heavenly, she thought as her young womb contracted and her sex cream flowed freely from her open vaginal hole. But it wouldn’t be long before Hayley and Dave needed the woods for their illicit fucking.

  ‘Would you like to fuck me?’ she asked him.

  Geoff looked up at Anne’s pretty face and smiled. ‘There’s nothing I’d like more,’ he said.

  ‘Do me really hard,’ she ordered him. She got down on all fours and jutted out her sweet rounded buttocks. ‘Give me a good seeing-to, you old pervert, and then go home to your wife.’

  Wasting no time, Geoff slipped his trousers down and knelt behind her addictive young body. Anne grinned as she felt his swollen knob slip between the bald lips of her sweet pussy. Yet another hard cock, she mused happily as her tight duct stretched open to accommodate the sheer girth of his veined shaft. His heavy balls pressing against the gentle rise of her mons, he withdrew slowly until the wet wings of her inner lips hugged his purple globe. He was big, she thought as he propelled his knob deep into her contracting vagina and then withdrew. Grabbing her shapely hips, he began his fucking motions, rocking her trembling body with every thrust of his solid organ.

  Anne listened to the squelching of her creamy pussy milk and the slapping of his lower stomach against her rounded bottom as her quivering womb contracted. She wouldn’t mention money because she needed hard sex as much as he did. There was no need to charge every man who shafted her tight pussy, she reflected. Besides, she’d felt rather sorry for this man. He’d obviously lied about not having sex with his wife and she reckoned that he deserved to have his memories of teenage girls revived.

  Geoff came quickly, shooting his spunk deep into Ann
e’s rhythmically contracting vaginal duct as he repeatedly rammed his knob hard against her creamy-wet cervix. She’d hoped that he’d have lasted longer but this was probably the first time in decades that he’d screwed a teenage girl. His sperm oozed from her bloated vaginal hole and streamed down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs in rivers of milk as he finally slowed his shafting rhythm.

  ‘I needed that,’ he breathed shakily. ‘I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to—’

  ‘Any time,’ Anne cut in as he slipped his deflating penis out of her tight sheath. ‘You might find me sitting on the bench the next time you walk through the park.’

  ‘I’ll be looking out for you every day,’ Geoff said, standing and tugging his trousers up. ‘You’re beautiful.’

  ‘No, I’m not,’ Anne said with a giggle as she clambered to her feet. ‘I’m just an ordinary girl.’

  ‘Well, I think you’re beautiful. I might see you tomorrow, if I’m lucky.’

  ‘I’m sure your luck will be in.’ Checking her watch, she realised that Dave and Hayley would be arriving at any minute. ‘Go now,’ she said, kissing Geoff’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you again, OK?’

  ‘I certainly hope so. Thanks – thanks so much.’

  Watching Geoff walk away, Anne grabbed her camera and crept through the bushes to a spot where she could survey the park. Her knickers filled with sperm as she squatted behind a bush and she looked out across the park. She noticed Dave walking towards her. Her timing was perfect, she thought, watching as he sat on the bench only yards from her hide. Within minutes she saw Hayley approaching. Hayley was wearing a red miniskirt, knee-length leather boots and a loose-fitting blouse. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and she looked stunning. But she was a cheating slut, Anne reminded herself.

 

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