Dangerous Desires (14 page)

Wondering whether to take one with her, she picked up the symbol of the erect penis and ran her fingertip over the rounded glans. She was about to slip the symbol in her handbag when she had an idea. Tugging her panties down to her knees, she slipped the head of the penis between the wet petals of her inner lips and eased the shaft deep into the hot sheath of her pussy. Wondering whether she’d be able to tap into the power and have some fun with Tom, she pulled her panties up and left the house.

The evening sun warming her as she walked to Tom and Carole’s house, she smiled as a gentle breeze wafted up her short skirt. She had wondered whether to leave her panties off, but had decided against it just incase Carole happened to notice. The ivory symbol massaging her 115

inner vaginal flesh as she walked, she felt her juices of arousal seeping between her love lips and soaking into the tight material of her panties. She was going to have to be careful, she knew as she rang the doorbell. If she blatantly displayed her panties, Tom might think it odd. It would be best to tease him gently, she decided. Allow him only a quick glimpse of her panties now and then.

Following Carole through the house to the garden, Annabelle sat on a patio chair and watched Tom fiddling with the barbeque. This was far more relaxing than when Brian had been there, she mused, sipping a glass of white wine as Carole went into the kitchen to prepare the salad. All Brian ever did was nag, moan, sulk ... Noticing Tom gazing at her naked thighs, she parted her legs slightly and looked around the garden in an effort to feign innocence.

“It’s a lovely evening,” he said, grabbing a can of lager from the table and sitting opposite her.

“It is,” she replied, smiling at him as she parted her thighs a little further. “I do like these impromptu barbeques of yours. Once I get sorted out, you’ll have to come round to my place for a barbeque.”

“Yes, I’d like that. Now that you’re ... How shall I put it? Now that you’re able to get out and about, as well as have people round, we must see more of each other.”

“When I think that I wasn’t allowed to have friends, or even invite my own family round without it causing problems ... It really is nice to be able to do what I like.”

“Have you, er ... Have you got a male friend?”

“No, no,” she replied, daring to part her thighs wider. “I’m quite happy on my own for the time being.”

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“Yes, I suppose you are,” he murmured, his eyes focused on the triangular patch of her tight red panties.

Annabelle was loving every minute of her game. Her arousal soaring as Tom stared at the wet crotch of her panties, she recalled the many times she’d sat in his lounge totally unaware that he was eyeing her panties and thinking about licking her pussy slit. As Tom left his seat and fiddled with the barbeque, Annabelle discreetly pulled her panties aside, allowing her fleshy outer labium to swell between the tight elastic of the material and her inner thigh. An incredible feeling of wickedness engulfed her as her vaginal muscles tightened around the ivory symbol. As she waited for Tom to notice, she decided to place some specially prepared panties in her laundry basket for his next visit to her house. The crotch soaked with her fresh cunny juice, Tom would slip them into his pocket and press the garment against his face. She’d make sure that they were soaked with her love-cream, she mused, wondering whether to wear the panties for a week or so.

“Right,” Carole said, stepping onto the patio and passing Tom a tray of sausages. “That salad’s ready.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Annabelle asked, pressing her naked thighs together.

“No, no. You just sit there and relax. More wine?”

“Mmm, please.”

“I’ll grab another bottle from the fridge.”

The minute Carole went back into the house, Annabelle parted her thighs, shamelessly displaying her ballooning outer lip as Tom raised his head and gazed in disbelief. Talking about the weather, she did her best to appear nonchalant, completely unaware of her most intimate 117

exhibitionism. This would give Tom something to think about the next time he slipped into the garage for a wank, she mused sinfully, parting her thighs wider. Wishing she’d known about his peculiar obsession before, she closed her thighs as Carole placed a bottle of wine on the table.

“I have to go down to the local shop for some bread rolls,” Carole sighed. “I thought I had some but apparently not. I won’t be too long.”

“The sausages will be ready by the time you get back,” Tom said as Carole went into the house.

“I should have brought something round,” Annabelle said. “A bottle of wine or ...”

“All you need bring is yourself,” Tom chuckled, eyeing her swollen outer lip as she parted her thighs wide. “We really must see more of each other.”

“You’re both more than welcome to call round any time, Tom. Once I get the house straight ...”

“What I meant was ... Is there anything you need doing at the house?”

“You name it, and it needs doing. Thankfully, a friend of mine plumbed the washing machine in. But there’s still a list of jobs to be done.”

“I can come round any evening. Carole usually watches TV, so I’ll come round alone.”

Wondering whether she had power over Tom as her vaginal muscles again tightened around the ivory symbol, Annabelle wondered whether he was too far away from her to be influenced. In her lounge, he’d picked up a symbol, allowing her power over him. Wishing she knew more about the magical symbols, she left her chair and stood next to him. If distance was the only criterion, then all she had to do was stand close to her intended victim.

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“They’re looking good,” she breathed, gazing at the sizzling sausages.

“
You
look good,” he said. “I love your short skirt.”

“I thought you would. What else do you love?”

“Your panties, your wet panties.”

“Did you realize that I’d deliberately pulled them aside?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Touch my panties, if you want to.”

Slipping his hand up her skirt, he pushed her wet panties further aside and massaged the fleshy swell of her exposed outer lips. Although Annabelle had vowed not to allow this, to keep out of Tom and Carole’s marriage, she knew that she couldn’t help herself. Lifting her short skirt up over her stomach, she ordered Tom to kneel before her and lick the wet crack of her vagina.

Readily obeying her instruction as she tugged her panties down her thighs, he repeatedly ran his tongue up the length of her cream-dripping valley.

“God, yes,” Annabelle breathed, his tongue sweeping over the sensitive protrusion of her erect clitoris. Fired by her arousal, the danger and excitement of Tom’s adulterous act, she parted her feet and jutted her hips forward and he continued to lick her solid clitoris. Her vaginal cavern rhythmically contracting, hugging the ivory symbol, she felt her juices of desire streaming down her inner thighs as she neared her climax. Holding her skirt up higher, she looked down at Tom as he sucked and mouthed on her painfully solid clitoris.

“Yes,” she gasped, her orgasm exploding within the pulsating nub of her clitoris. Her lags sagging, her young body shaking, she whimpered as her pleasure gripped her very soul. “My 119

arse,” she breathed. “Finger my arse.” Horrified by her crude words, her eyes rolled as she felt Tom’s finger slip between the firm cheeks of her buttocks and drive deep into the hot duct of her rectum. Again and again Tom swept his wet tongue over her orgasming clitoris, sustaining her illicit pleasure as he finger-fucked the tight sheath of her arse. Whimpering, her long black hair cascading over her flushed face, Annabelle clung to Tom’s head as she rode the crest of her incredible climax.

Grinning as she again realized that she could have any man she wanted attending her most intimate feminine needs, the true potential of her new-found power hit her. She no longer looked upon the unseen force as dangerous in any way. Now that she was in control and she felt a lot easier, she still had some concern about the unseen penis shafting her young pussy. As long as the entity didn’t go too far, she decided that she didn’t have to worry about the ghostly fucking.

“I’m back,” Carole called as Tom pistoned Annabelle’s anal canal and sucked hard on her pulsating clitoris. Her orgasm finally beginning to recede, she shuddered as she felt the stream of girl-juice coursing down her inner thighs. Pushing Tom away and ordering him to stand up and attend the barbeque, she tugged her panties up as he finger left the heat of her rectal canal. Her young body shaking violently in the aftermath of her illicit orgasm, she retook her seat as Carole stepped out of the house.

“Tom,” she breathed. “The sausages are burnt.”

“Oh,” he murmured, scratching his head. “I can’t think how that happened. They were fine only a minute ago.”

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“You’ll have to put some more on. We can’t possibly eat those charred offerings.”

“Sorry, love,” he sighed. “I’ve not taken my eye off them. I just don’t understand it.”

“The coals must be far hotter than you thought,” Annabelle chipped in.

“Yes, they must. Not to worry.”

“Are you all right, Annabelle?” Carole asked. “Your face is red.”

“Like the barbeque, the sun’s hotter than I thought. It really has turned out to be a lovely evening.”

“I’d better wash my hands,” Tom said, walking across the patio. “My fingers seem to be sticky.”

“I’ll bring the salad out,” Carole murmured, obviously following Tom to have a go at him about the sausages.

A shudder running through her contracting womb as her deflating clitoris receded beneath its protective hood and her sex juices soaked the crotch of her tight panties, Annabelle sipped her wine and relaxed beneath the evening sun. She’d needed an orgasm, she reflected, her cum-sticky thighs glued together. Deciding to order Tom to lick her thighs clean if she had the chance, she knew that she was going to enjoy her new way of life. No Brian, no nagging and complaining, plenty of crude sex ... Life was going to be good from now on.

“Are you all right?” she asked as Carole sat beside her on the patio.

“Yes, I’m all right. How the hell did Tom manage to cremate the sausages? What was he up to?”

“He wasn’t up to anything, Carole. We were talking, that was all.”

“He must have sat down and neglected the barbeque.”

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“No, he was there all the time. As we were saying, the coals must have been a lot hotter

...”

“I don’t believe that. He would have seen that the food was turning black.”

“Where is he now?”

“Upstairs, washing his hands. Something’s not right with him, Annabelle.”

“Forget about it,” Annabelle said, taking her sister’s hand. “You’re not to worry about Tom.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Don’t worry about him going into the garage, OK?”

“I won’t worry.”

“You have no suspicions now. You won’t mind Tom coming to my house to help me with a few jobs. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I won’t worry.”

“I’m feeling hungry,” Annabelle breathed, releasing Carole’s hand.

“So am I. More wine?”

“Mmm, thanks.”

Smiling as Carole refilled the wine glasses, Annabelle revelled in her new-found power.

With Carole’s suspicions alleviated, she was now free to enjoy Tom’s intimate attention, and his massive cock, whenever the notion took her fancy. Her panties filling with her lubricious vaginal cream, Annabelle watched Tom as he stepped out of the house and returned to the barbeque.

Offering him a can of lager, Carole was far more relaxed. She had nothing to worry about, Annabelle reflected. She had her husband, a nice home ... And she’d never discover Tom’s infidelity. Did it matter if Tom licked Annabelle’s clitty to orgasm and fucked her mouth?

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“Who on earth can that be?” Carole murmured, returning to the house as the doorbell rang.

“Tell them we’re out,” Tom laughed. “The sausages are looking good, Annabelle. Are you ready for one?”

“You bet I am,” she grinned, imagining Tom eating a sausage out of her pussy. “I’m always ready for one.”

“Er ... Yes, I’ll bet you are,” he chuckled, obviously surprised by her lewd remark.

“You can give me one any time you like, Tom.”

“Do you mean what I think you mean?” he asked, frowning at her.

“That all depends on what it is you think I mean,” she giggled, parting her thighs and exposing her pussy-soaked panties as she downed her wine.

“I’m going across the road for a while,” Carole said, leaning out of the kitchen door. “The old lady’s had a funny turn again.”

“Oh, right,” Tom murmured.

“I’m sorry about this, Annabelle. I’ll try not to be too long.”

“Don’t worry. Be as long as you need to.”

Seeing a chance to have some more fun with Tom as Carole disappeared, Annabelle pulled her drenched panties to one side and again exposed the fleshy swell of her outer lip. Her guilt gone, she no longer looked upon her despicable behaviour as betraying her sister. In her mind, this wasn’t betrayal or adultery, but purely sexual. Concealing a grin as Tom focused on her ballooning outer lip, she parted her thighs further. He had no idea that she was deliberately 123

displaying her intimacy, she was sure as he placed the cooked sausages on a plate and sat next to her.

“You like looking at my cunt, don’t’ you?” she asked, sure that she had control of him.

“Very much,” he murmured, his trousers bulging with his obvious arousal.

“Where have you hidden my panties?”

“In the shed.”

“You can add these to your collection,” she breathed, raising her buttocks and slipping her panties down her long legs. “There you are. They’re nice and wet for you,” she laughed, easing the ivory symbol out of her tight vaginal sheath. “Put them in your pocket and you can sniff them later and have a nice wank. No I want you to get a sausage and push it deep into my cunt, Tom. They should be cool enough now.”