Indecent Pursuit

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Rest?’ she echoed with a giggle. ‘But we’ve hardly started yet. Give my arse a good tonguing and your cock will harden in no time.’

  ‘All right,’ he conceded, moving behind her and gazing at her open anal hole.

  ‘I want your tongue deep in my arse,’ she ordered. ‘Make it nice and wet and then you can push your cock all the way into my bum and fuck me like a dog.’

  Lapping at her tight hole, he pushed his tongue into her hot rectal tube and breathed heavily through his nose as she trembled and gasped. Reaching behind her naked body again, Sheena parted her firm buttocks as far as they would go, opening her anal hole wide and allowing deeper access to the dank heat of her rectum. Charles was good, licking the walls of her anal duct as ordered, but he hadn’t seemed too keen to attend to her crude needs. Was his cock stiffening? she wondered as his tongue darted in and out of her gaping anus. If he was unable to perform again, she knew that she could always go back to Raymond’s room.

  Whimpering in the grip of her sexual delirium, her rectal sheath rhythmically contracting as he tongued her anus, she finally instructed him to push his cock deep into her bottom-hole. He knelt behind her, pressing his swollen knob hard against her well-salivated anal ring, then pushed his hips forward and propelled his solid shaft deep into her quivering body. Uttering filthy words, ordering him to fuck her senseless, she rocked her young body back and forth to meet his penile thrusts. This was more like it, she thought happily as her clitoris swelled and her juices of desire flowed in torrents from her neglected vaginal opening. This was real sex.

  ‘You’re so hot and tight,’ Charles declared. ‘I’ve never had anal sex before.’

  ‘What?’ Sheena said with a giggle. ‘You’ve never done a girl’s arsehole?’

  ‘No, I haven’t.’

  ‘You haven’t lived, Charles. Have you ever shared a girl with another man?’

  ‘No, never.’

  ‘You’ll have to call Raymond in here to fuck my cunt while you do my arse.’

  He chuckled. ‘Is there no limit to your decadence?’ he asked.

  ‘I was only joking. It’s you I want, Charles. I only want you. Now, fuck me senseless.’

  Clutching her slender hips, he repeatedly rammed the entire length of his hard cock deep into the inflamed sheath of her hot rectum. Sheena reached beneath her naked body and massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris, adding to her immense pleasure as Charles sped up his thrusting rhythm. Her orgasm nearing, she knew that Charles was about to lubricate their illicit union with his creamy spunk as he gasped and trembled.

  Her orgasm erupting within her pulsating clitoris, she let out a cry of pleasure as she felt his spunk flooding her spasming rectal sheath. His swinging balls battering her hairless pussy lips, his throbbing knob repeatedly sinking deep into the dank heat of her bowels, he rammed into her with a vengeance as she rode the crest of her powerful climax. Charles was good, she reflected as his spunk oozed from her anal eye and ran down to the gaping entrance of her contracting vagina. Her face buried in the pillow, she rocked her naked body to meet his powerful thrusts as his moans of pleasure echoed around the room. Two brothers in one night, she reflected again, recalling Raymond’s hard cock shafting her tight vaginal sheath. If only she could enjoy both brothers simultaneously.

  ‘No more,’ Charles gasped, stopping his thrusts and allowing his knob to absorb the inner heat of her spunked bowels. ‘That was absolutely incredible, Sheena. You’re the horniest little slut I’ve ever known.’

  ‘You were pretty good,’ she breathed, lifting her head off the pillow as he slid his flaccid cock out of her anal duct. ‘Let’s get you hard again so that you can. . . .’

  ‘God, give me time to recover,’ he said, laughing as he lay beside her.

  ‘OK, you have ten minutes,’ she conceded, leaping off the bed.

  Pouring herself a large vodka and tonic, she wondered whether Charles was into water sports. Her arousal rising to frightening heights, she imagined squatting over his face, her open hole pressed hard against his lips, her golden liquid filling his mouth. She walked over to the bed, knocked back her drink and sighed. Charles was sleeping deeply, his soft penis snaking over his balls as he snored. Grabbing her ringing phone from her handbag, she slipped into the bathroom to answer it.

  ‘It’s me,’ Rod said. ‘Where are you? Can we meet up?’

  ‘Rod,’ she whispered. ‘I – I’m away at the moment.’

  ‘Away?’

  ‘I’m staying at a friend’s house. I won’t be back until tomorrow.’

  ‘Oh, that’s great. I was hoping that we could . . . Oh well, never mind.’

  ‘Hoping that we could what? I thought you’d finished with me.’

  ‘I just thought that we could talk things over.’

  ‘Are you saying that we’re not finished?’

  ‘I don’t know what I’m saying, Sheena. I miss you, I know that much.’

  ‘I miss you too, Rod. Are you with that slut?’

  ‘No, no. I’m at the club. So, who’s this friend you’re staying with?’

  ‘Just a girl I’ve known since school. We’re having a few drinks and a chat.’

  ‘Are you missing my cock?’

  ‘You know I am, Rod.’

  ‘Are you wet?’

  ‘Yes, very. Look, phone me tomorrow. We’ll meet up somewhere, OK?’

  ‘OK.’

  ‘Take care.’

  ‘And you. Bye, Sheena.’

  Switching her phone off, Sheena sighed. She’d had a feeling that Rod would phone her, but she wasn’t going to be messed about. He either wanted her or he didn’t. She wasn’t prepared to be picked up and dropped at Rod’s whim. She left the bathroom, settled in the bed beside Charles and stared at the ceiling. At least there was a glimmer of hope, she thought, pulling the quilt over her naked body before drifting into a deep sleep.

  Seven

  Sheena woke to find a note and some money on the bedside table. Charles had gone to the meeting with Raymond and had given her two choices. She could either wait for him, or get the train home. Biting her lip, she wasn’t sure what to do. She knew that she should wait for Charles, but she was keen to contact Rod and arrange to meet him. Had he dumped Deborah at long last? she wondered as she stepped into the shower. Charles might be hours, she thought as she lathered soap into the mounds and crevices of her naked body. With three brothers on the go, she knew that she was going to have to be careful.

  After a shower, she dressed hurriedly and left the hotel without having breakfast. Heading for the station, she couldn’t stop thinking about Rod. He’d been the first of the brothers. Charles was all right and Raymond was fun, but she knew that Rod was the one for her. The train was packed with school kids, so she found an empty first-class compartment and made herself comfortable. Why hadn’t Rod phoned? she wondered as an elderly man sat opposite her. She checked her watch as the train pulled out of the station. He’d be at his office by now and might not be able to call her until later. Hoping that she’d be home by ten, she noticed the old man gazing at her naked legs and wondered what he was thinking.

  ‘Hi,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘I’m Sheena.’

  ‘That’s an unusual name,’ he replied. ‘A very nice name, though. I’m Harry.’

  ‘So, Harry, where are you off to?’

  ‘I’m going home. I’ve been visiting my daughter in London, and now I’m going home.’

  ‘I’ve been visiting a friend in London,’ she said, parting her thighs and displaying the triangular patch of her white cotton knickers to give him a treat. ‘And now I’m going home.’

  ‘You’re a very attractive girl, if you don’t mind my saying so?’

  ‘Thank you, that’s very nice of you.’

  ‘If I was forty years younger . . .’ he began, chuckling as he gazed at her knickers.

  ‘What would you do?’ she asked him, deciding to have a little fun during the journey.

  ‘I’d
be chatting you up, asking you to come to a dance or something. Those were the days.’

  ‘Chat me up now,’ she said, patting the seat beside her. ‘Pretend that you are forty years younger, and chat me up.’

  ‘Well,’ he breathed, getting up and sitting next to her. ‘I’m out of practice, but I’ll try.’

  ‘Put your arm around me,’ she invited. ‘That’s what boys did to girls in the back row of the cinema, isn’t it?’

  ‘Well, yes, yes, it is,’ he said, placing his arm around her. ‘This takes me back a few decades.’

  ‘What happens next?’

  ‘I used to . . . It’s rather embarrassing.’

  ‘Just pretend that you’re my age and do it.’

  His hand travelled down over her shoulder, and he tentatively squeezed the firm mound of her breast. She smiled at him, signalling that she was happy with his intimate touch as his fingers massaged the ripe protrusion of her elongated nipple. She thought that he’d feel embarrassed and move away after a while, but he slipped his free hand between her naked thighs and pressed his fingertips into the warm swell of her knickers. Saying nothing, she parted her thighs and allowed him to pull the crotch of her tight knickers to one side. Three brothers and now an old man, she thought, wondering where her decadence would take her as he slipped a finger deep into the wet heat of her contracting vagina. She knew that she could never be faithful to one man, but that wasn’t going to stop her from marrying Rod.

  ‘It’s been so long,’ the old man whispered in her ear as he massaged the wet inner flesh of her tight vagina. ‘You’re beautiful, Sheena.’

  ‘I’m a slut,’ she said, turning her head and smiling at him.

  ‘No you’re not.’

  ‘It don’t matter what I am, just enjoy yourself.’

  Slipping his finger out of her tight sex hole, he tugged her knickers down. She helped him, slipping the wet garment off and sitting with her legs parted wide as he slid off the seat and dropped to his knees. He came closer to lift her short skirt up and lick the wet crack of her young pussy. Moaning softly through his nose as he lapped up her flowing sex milk, he parted the fleshy lips of her vulva and exposed the hard bulb of her sensitive clitoris.

  Sheena watched as he pressed his lips to her open vaginal hole and drank the hot milk. He hadn’t expected this, she thought happily as her clitoris swelled still further and her juices of arousal flowed freely. Would he slide his hard cock deep into her tight cunt and fuck her? she wondered as he moved up her gaping sex valley and licked the pink tip of her swollen clitoris. The train rocking her young body, she closed her eyes as the old man licked and sucked her sensitive clitoris, bringing her close to orgasm.

  Thrusting two fingers into her tight vagina, stretching her inner flesh, he sucked harder on her aching clitoris as her young body shook uncontrollably. Her eyes closed, she threw her head back as her orgasm erupted. Her sex milk spilling from her swollen vagina and running over the man’s hand, she massaged her firm breasts though her blouse and pinched her elongated nipples. Gasping, writhing, she knew that she was a common slut as she rode the crest of her climax, the old man sustaining her mind-blowing pleasure.

  ‘Once a slut, always a slut,’ she whispered in her sexual delirium.

  ‘You’re heaven-sent,’ he said, lapping at her pulsating clitoris.

  ‘I’m the Devil’s daughter,’ she managed to gasp as the peak of her orgasm passed.

  Finally drifting down from her sexual heaven, she gazed at the man as he slipped his fingers out of her spasming vaginal sheath and lapped up her orgasmic milk. That was a good start to the day, she thought happily as he sucked and slurped between the hairless lips of her vulva. Wondering what else the day had in store for her, she grinned as he looked up at her with expectation in his glazed eyes.

  ‘It’s been a long time since . . .’ he began. ‘Would you allow me to – I mean . . .’

  ‘What do you want to do?’ she cut in. ‘Tell me.’

  ‘I want to fuck you,’ he breathed.

  ‘So what are you waiting for?’

  His face beaming, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his swollen penis, then took hold of the shaft and pressed his purple knob between the splayed inner lips of her vagina. Sheena moved forward on the seat, gasping as he pushed his hips towards her and drove the entire length of his rock-hard cock deep into her drenched vagina. His face still beaming, his eyes wide, he withdrew slowly and then rammed into her again as the train rocked and lurched. Sheena watched her inner lips rolling back and forth along his veined shaft as he found his thrusting rhythm. She knew she’d made an old man very happy, as he slipped his hands beneath her blouse and toyed with the brown peaks of her erect nipples.

  He reached his orgasm quickly, pumping his spunk deep into her spasming vagina and draining his swinging balls after only a few thrusts. He’d never forget this train journey, she thought as she listened to the squelching sounds of crude sex. He probably wouldn’t tell his friends as they’d never believe that he’d fucked a teenage girl on the train. He’d think of her when he wanked. He’d never forget her tight little pussy and her firm tits.

  ‘God,’ he breathed as his cock slipped out of her sperm-laden vagina. ‘You really are a sweet little thing.’

  ‘I assume that you liked it?’ she said with a giggle.

  ‘It was amazing, Sheena. Thank you, thank you so much.’

  ‘Thank you,’ she replied huskily. ‘You were great.’

  He clambered to his feet and zipped his trousers then sat next to her. ‘May I see you again?’ he asked her. ‘We could arrange to meet or . . .’

  ‘I can’t,’ she sighed. ‘Think of this as a dream.’

  ‘Ships passing in the night?’

  ‘Yes, something like that.’

  ‘I’ll never forget the dream. I’ll never forget you, Sheena.’

  ‘And I won’t forget you, Harry. My station is coming up so . . . Goodbye, Harry.’

  ‘Goodbye, and thanks again.’

  Grabbing her wet knickers and stuffing them into her handbag, she flashed him a smile then left the compartment. As the train pulled into the station, she wished that she had arranged to meet him. But, she reminded herself as she stepped on to the platform, she had more than enough men on the go. She saw Harry at the window as the train pulled out of the station. He was waving and grinning, and she knew that she’d made him very happy.

  Walking briskly home, she wondered again why Rod hadn’t phoned her. Would Raymond call? she mused as she reached her bedsit. Despondency set in as she looked around her poky room, and she began to wonder whether she’d ever move out. After a wonderful night in a plush hotel, she’d come back to the real world with a bump. More determined than ever to get out of her bedsit, she clutched her phone and willed it to ring. By the early afternoon, she was feeling hungry and depressed. But her face beamed when the phone rang.

  ‘It’s me,’ one of the brothers said.

  ‘Hi,’ Sheena replied, unsure who it was. ‘I’m pleased you called.’

  ‘Are you at home?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘So, are we going to meet up today?’

  ‘I’d love to.’

  ‘Is there someone there with you? You don’t seem very chatty.’

  ‘Sorry, it was a friend. She’s just left.’

  ‘I really want to get to know you, Sheena. After last night . . . Need I say more?’

  Sure that it was Raymond, she smiled. ‘Let’s meet, then,’ she trilled. ‘I’m free now, if you are?’

  ‘I’m at the office and I can’t get away until five. That meeting this morning was as boring as hell. Did you get home all right last night?’

  ‘Yes, it didn’t take long. Raymond, I – I want to get to know you, too. We were good together, weren’t we?’

  ‘Very good,’ he said, chuckling. ‘I know that it’s early days but . . . I haven’t stopped thinking about you.’

  ‘Meet me after work.’

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nbsp; ‘Where?’

  ‘The Castle Club.’

  ‘Are you a member?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘OK, I’ll meet you there at six.’

  ‘Great, I’ll look forward to it.’

  ‘And me, Sheena. Bye for now.’

  Dropping her phone into her handbag, Sheena punched the air with her fist. She realised that Rod or Charles might go to the club and see her with Raymond, but she didn’t care. Charles only wanted sex, a rough teenage slut on the side, and Rod didn’t know what he wanted. But Sheena knew exactly what her goal was – to get her foot firmly in the door of the family home.

  Wearing her black dress, she felt a pang of excitement as she left early and headed for the club. Passing the back-street pub, she gazed through the window and saw Nat sitting alone at her usual table. Sheena checked her watch. She had an hour to spare, and decided to update her friend on her latest exploits before meeting Raymond. She walked to the bar, bought a vodka and tonic and joined Nat.

  ‘Hi, stranger,’ the girl said. ‘How did it go last night?’

  ‘The hotel was amazing,’ Sheena began. ‘The meal was brilliant and then I . . .’

  ‘Got fucked all night?’ Nat cut in with a giggle.

  ‘I got fucked senseless all night. I’m going to the Castle Club at six.’

  ‘I wondered why you were dressed up. So, when is the wedding?’

  ‘I don’t know. That’s what we’re going to talk about this evening,’ Sheena lied.

  ‘Will I get an invite to the piss-up?’

  ‘Of course you will, Nat. What did you do last night?’

  ‘I’ve been finding punters for our new business. I’ve given your phone number to three men so far.’

  ‘Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that.’

  ‘Fuck me, Sheena, you are hopeless. You could get a call at any time so don’t fuck up.’

  ‘No, no, I won’t. It’s just that I’ve been so busy. What with London and Rod, I’ve not even had time to think.’

  ‘You are serious about going into business, aren’t you? I don’t want you backing out when you get married.’

  ‘I won’t back out, Nat, I promise you.’