Dangerous Desires (17 page)

“Spunk my cunt now,” she gasped, her clitoris erupting in orgasm against the wet flesh of his thrusting cock-shaft. His sperm jetting from his throbbing glans, filling the spasming sheath of her abused cunt, he repeatedly raised his hips, meeting her bounces and ramming his orgasming knob hard against her ripe cervix. Annabelle tossed her head back and screamed out as her fingernails bit into the brown discs of her areolae. Lost in her sexual delirium, she 141

imagined another massive penis fucking the tight sheath of her rectum, sperm flooding her hot bowls as she drank from a third spunking glans.

The front doorbell ringing, she slowed her bouncing rhythm as her orgasm began to recede and Tom’s balls finally drained. Raising her young body, Tom’s sperm and girl-juiced cock leaving her burning cunt, she clambered to her feet and grabbed the pussy wet panties from the armchair. Gathering up the shaving equipment, she ordered Tom to do his trousers up and sit on the sofa.

“Phone Carole,” she said, instinctively knowing that her sister was at the door as the bell rang again. “Dial the number and let it ring until I come back. You’ve been up on the attic, Tom.

You’ve been looking at the wiring.”

Dashing into the bathroom and dumping the panties in the laundry basket, she ran her fingers through her sex-matted long black hair as the bell rang out again. Taking a deep breath, she knew that she had to answer the door as she looked down at her ripped blouse. She was in a terrible state, and it would be pretty obvious to Carole that she’d been up to something with Tom.

If she didn’t answer the door, then Carole would be even more suspicious, she mused. All she could do was rely on the power to alleviate Carole’s suspicions and halt her questions. Pulling her blouse together, she finally opened the door to find Carole standing on the step.

“Sorry I took so long,” she said, inviting her sister in. “I was up in the attic.”

“Where’s Tom?” Carole asked, walking briskly through the hall to the lounge.

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“Oh, er ...” Tom stammered, replacing the receiver as his wife stood with her hands on her hips. “I was just calling you.”

“What’s been going on here?” she asked, turning as Annabelle walked into the room.

“Look at the state of you. Your blouse is ...”

“I caught it on a nail in the attic,” Annabelle cut in. “Tom checked the wiring for me.”

“Yes, I was in the attic,” Tom rejoined. “I was ringing you to say that ...”

“I want to know what’s been going on here,” Carole breathed, sitting in the armchair.

“Nothing’s been going on,” Annabelle laughed, wondering where the ivory symbol was.

Thinking that it must have slipped between the cushion and the chair, she rested her hand on Carole’s shoulder. “Nothing has been going on, OK?”

“Nothing,” Carole murmured.

“Tom, come over here and kneel on the floor.”

“Kneel on the floor?” he said, frowning as he left the sofa. “What for?”

“Just do it, Tom.”

As he took his position, Annabelle knew that she had power over the couple. Breathing a sigh of relief, she was about to instruct them to forget about the attic and the wiring when a wicked idea drifted into her mind. Eyeing her sister’s naked thighs, she knew that this was very wrong as she imagined Tom shafting the woman’s cunt. Trying to turn her thoughts away from sex, she felt her clitoris swell and pulsate as she thought about watching Tom fucking her sister’s tight cunt.

“Pull your skirt up, Carole,” she breathed. “And take your panties off and open your legs wide.” Her heart racing as she watched her sister comply, she again realized how wicked this 143

was. But she was unable to help herself as she watched Carole slip her panties off and recline in the chair. Her rounded buttocks over the edge of the cushion, the lips of her vulva parting, revealing her unfurling inner folds, Carole was completely under the influence of the unseen force.

“Lick her cunt, Tom,” Annabelle murmured, her stomach somersaulting as he leaned forward and licked the wet valley of his wife’s vagina. “She’s never let you lick her cunt, but now you can enjoy tongue fucking her.”

“I want to tongue fuck
you
, Annabelle,” he breathed.

“You’ll do as I tell you,” she returned. “Lick her clitoris and make her come. Carole, I want you to stretch your cunt lips wide open for Tom.”

“Yes,” Carole murmured, stretching her fleshy vulval lips wide apart.

“Why have you never allowed Tom to lick your cunt?”

“It’s disgusting.”

“And you’ve never allowed him to mouth-fuck you?”

“Mouth-fuck me? It’s obscene, vulgar.”

“From today, you’ll have less and less sex with Tom. You’ll deny him your body, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Tom will come to me for sex from now on. And you’ll never question his reasons for visiting me. As far as you’ll be concerned, Tom will be coming here to do jobs around the house.

Now, pull your cunt wide open and allow him to lick your clitoris to orgasm.”

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Feeling guilty as she watched Tom lick her sister’s vaginal valley, Annabelle knew that this was very wrong. A blatant intrusion into her sister’s marriage, violation of her young body ...

But Annabelle couldn’t resist the temptation to watch her brother-in-law licking her sister’s vaginal folds. Wrong though it was, the excitement, the control, the power she had over the couple ... What was the point in having power if she wasn’t going to use it? she mused, moving in and focusing on Tom’s wet tongue snaking over Carole’s erect clitoris.

“OK, fuck her cunt,” she said, her own juices of arousal seeping between her inflamed inner lips as she watched her sister’s vaginal fluid trickling from her bared sex hole. As Tom pulled his erect cock ut of his trousers and offered his purple knob to Carole’s vaginal opening, Annabelle felt a pang of excitement ripple through her young body. Never in a million years would she have thought that she’d watch Tom fucking Carole. The very notion sending delightful quivers through her contracting womb, she moved even closer as Tom’s penile shaft glided deep into Carole’s tight cunt.

“Now fuck her cunt and spunk up her,” she ordered Tom, gazing in awe at Carole’s pinken inner lips stretched tautly around the broad base of Tom’s massive cock. Watching the marital fucking, Tom’s cunny-wet shaft repeatedly emerging and driving deep into Carole’s trembling body, Annabelle slipped her hand between her thighs and massaged the solid bulb of her yearning clitoris. Watching her sister’s tight cunt getting fucked by a huge cock, Annabelle masturbated vigorously, quickly taking herself to a massive orgasm as Tom began gasping in the beginnings of his coming.

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Carole’s moans of orgasmic pleasure resounding around the room as Tom pumped his spunk deep into her inflamed cunt, Annabelle sustained her own climax with her fervent clitoral masturbating. Her juices of lust streaming from her cock-hungry vagina, she decided to have Tom fuck her once he’d finished screwing his wife. Had Carole not been her sister, she’d have sucked the sperm out of her hot sex hole, licked her clitoris to a massive orgasm. Her thoughts turning to Louise and Alison as her orgasm began to wane, she wondered whether to have a mass orgy. Cocks, cunts, spunk flowing, girl-juice streaming ...

Annabelle was becoming cruder by the minute, she knew as she listened to the squelching of sperm and vaginal juice. Her mind riddled with obscene thoughts, she wondered how much deeper she’d fall into the pit of depravity. But did it matter? she mused. She was enjoying her young body, her new-found life, so what the hell? Her fingers leaving the wet valley of her vagina as the phone rang, she left Tom and Carole to finishing their fucking and went into the kitchen.

“It’s me,” Brian said as she answered the phone.

“Who?” she asked, deciding to annoy him.

“It’s Brian.”

“Oh, Im sorry, Brian. This is Carole. Annabelle’s not here.”

“Carole? Er ...”

“I’m calling into the house every day while she’s away.”

“Oh, I see. Where’s she gone?”

“She’s having a short break. Staying with a friend in Scotland. So, how are you doing?”

“I’m relaxing in Spain. I needed a holiday.”

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“Yes, so did Annabelle. It’s a shame you’re not here. We could have met and ... I’ve been thinking about you, Brian.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Especially now that you’ve split up with Annabelle.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Come on, Brian. You know I’ve always fancied you.”

“Fancied me? But I thought that you and Tom ...”

“We have a marriage, of sorts. We don’t get on, Brian. We never have. You were the one I always wanted. We could have met here, at Annabelle’s house. She’s away for a week, so we could have had some fun.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say.”

“I have to be honest with you, Brian. I said nothing before because you were my sister’s husband. But now ... I want you, Brian.”

“I could always cut my holiday short.”

“You don’t want to do that.”

“If you’re serious, Carole. Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious. I’d love to meet you here every day and ...”

“All right, I’ll get a flight back. To be honest, it’s pretty boring here on my own. Coming back to see you ... This could be most rewarding, or both of us.”

“You do want me, don’t you?”

“You bet I do.”

“Call this number when you get back. I’m here at eleven every morning, OK?”

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“Yes, fine. Oh, the money’s running out. I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Very soon, I hope. I can hardly wait.”

Replacing the receiver, Annabelle wondered what the hell she was trying to do as she returned to the lounge. This was a dangerous game, she knew as she ordered Tom and Carole to adjust their clothing. Instructing Tom to sit on the sofa, she checked the room for evidence of debauchery. It was incredible to think that they’d have no recollection of their crude fucking, she mused. If Carole discovered ... But she would never learn the truth. She’d never know that Annabelle had watched her husband fucking her.

Wondering what to say when Brian rang her to say that he was back, she went to the kitchen and filled the kettle. She could hear Tom and Carole talking as they regained control of their minds. This was an extremely exciting game, she mused. But it was also a very dangerous game. If Brian rang Carole and ... Wondering whether she should allow Brian to call at her house, she thought about using her power to have him believe that she was Carole. If he believed that he was talking to Carole ... This was going to be most interesting, she decided, smiling as Carole walked into the kitchen. Most interesting.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Mmm, please,” Carole replied. Frowning as she discreetly adjusted her panties, obviously wondering why she was so wet, she took the milk from the fridge. “I’m glad that Tom’s being helpful, Annabelle,” she said, passing Annabelle the milk. “As you know, he’s pretty good at decorating.”

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“I’m so grateful to you both,” Annabelle said, smiling at her sister. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. It’s a lovely day. Shall we take our coffee onto the patio?”

“Yes, why not?”

Calling Tom, Annabelle followed Carole into the garden at sat at the patio table with her coffee. This was too good to be true, she reflected as Tom joined them. Sex with anyone and everyone ... The evening was going to be fun, she thought, watching Tom sipping his coffee.

Several men fucking her tight orifices, spunking over her firm breasts, using and abusing her to satisfy their base male needs ... Apart from the evening, the rest of her life was going to be fun.

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he evening drawing near, Annabelle wondered whether Tom had contacted a few of his T friends and made the arrangements. Pacing the lounge floor, she slipped her hand up her miniskirt and fondled with the hairless lips of her pussy. An ivory symbol bloating the tight sheath of her vagina, she was wet with arousal, desperate for a huge cock ramming into her.

If Tom let her down ... There was always Louise and Alison, she mused dolefully. The girls would attend her naked body, lick and finger her to orgasm ... But she wanted the feel of hard cocks driving into her tight sex holes, spunking her bowels, her cervix, her throat.

“Where the hell is he?” she breathed, glancing at her watch for the umpteenth time. She was becoming desperate, she knew as she felt her vaginal fluid trickling down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Not wanting to phone Tom, she wandered out into the garden and sat on a patio chair. Her new-found power was all very well, she mused. But it was useless without victims.
Victims
? she thought, wondering whether that was the right word. What else could they be called? she reflected.

“Hi,” Ian called over the fence. “Lovely evening.”

“Oh, er ... Yes, yes it is,” Annabelle replied, leaving her chair and walking across the lawn.

“I’ll be making a bit of a noise for a while. I’m going to fix the fence at the end of the garden so I’ll be hammering and banging about.”

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“Oh, right,” she breathed, her vaginal muscles gripping the ivory symbol as her mind flooded with images of his erect cock, his sperm gushing from his slit.

”I’ll show you what I’m going to do,” he said, walking down his garden. “It’s the fence between our gardens. It looks like there used to be a gate there and someone’s nailed bits of wood over it.”

“Oh, I see what you mean,” Annabelle said, slipping into the bushes and gazing at the old gate. “It is rather a mess. I’ve never been down here before.”

“I’m going to rip the gate out and fix a new fence panel between my shed and that post.