Dangerous Desires (18 page)

I’ll try not to make too much noise.”

“Don’t worry about me,” she laughed, eyeing the crotch of his shorts as he pulled on the old gate.

Wondering whether she should make physical contact with him in order for the power to influence him, she recalled Tom following her instructions without any contact. Reckoning that she only had to be close to a potential victim, she wondered how to test her theory. She daren’t order him to pull his cock out, she mused, watching him yank the old gate off its hinges. If the power wasn’t with her, he’d wonder what on earth had possessed her to make such a lewd suggestion. Possessed her?

An overwhelming desire to suck the sperm out of Ian’s knob engulfing her, she felt her young womb contract. How many more people would she use for sex? she wondered. Did it matter? She wasn’t harming anyone, so there was nothing to worry about. Pondering on her young life, her failed marriage, she was determined to enjoy herself from now on. Brian was a 151

pain, but he wouldn’t hound her forever, she was sure. Deciding to test her power, she gazed at Ian as he fiddled with a piece of wood.

“Make a hole in the new fence panel,” she said softly.

“A hole,” he echoed. “A hole in the new fence.”

“This is easy,” she breathed, realizing that she had him under control. “Make a hole the right size and height for your cock. I’ll be able to sneak down here and suck you off through the fence,” she giggled. “Would you like me to suck out your spunk now?”

“Yes,” he murmured.

“You think about fucking my mouth while you wank, don’t you?”

“I think about pissing in your sweet mouth,” he replied.

“You ... Is that what you’d like to do?” she asked, her dark eyes frowning. “You’d really like to piss in my mouth?”

“Alison loves drinking from my cock. She’s a dirty little cow.”

“Yes, she is. Don’t you worry about your daughter? Alison is her best friend. Don’t you think Louise might be influenced by her?”

“Louise is safe enough.”

“Oh, yes,” Annabelle giggled. “Louise is safe enough, all right. Come a little closer and drop your shorts,” she breathed huskily. “I want you to fuck my mouth and shoot your spunk down my throat.”

Her eyes wide as he lowered his shorts and exposed his semi-erect penis, his heavy balls, Annabelle licked her full lips. Kneeling on the ground and cupping his heavy balls in the palm of her hand, she scrutinized his genitalia. His penis inflating, the fleshy shaft rising above his 152

scrotum, she watched his sperm-eggs rolling in her hand. He was ready to fuck her mouth, she knew as his shaft fully stiffened, his foreskin retracting slightly to expose the purple head of his solid organ.

“You have a lovely cock, Ian,” she murmured. “You want to fuck my mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do,” he replied, towering above her as she weighed the fullness of his balls in her warm hand.

“You want to push your knob into my wet mouth and spunk over my tongue, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” he breathed, his cock shaft twitching expectantly.

Taking his fleshy shaft in her hand, she fully retracted his foreskin and exposed his glistening plum. Engulfing his purple knob within the wet heat of her mouth, the salty taste of his bulbous glans driving her wild, she rolled her tongue around the rim of his helmet and sucked gently. This really was easy, she reflected, again cupping his full balls in the palm of her hand.

She could have anyone any time she wanted. Again hoping that Tom would arrive with his friends, she moved her head back and forth, repeatedly taking Ian’s purple knob to the back of her throat as he towered above her and gasped in his adulterous pleasure.

Deciding not to bring out his sperm too soon, she slipped his knob out of her mouth and ran her wet tongue up and down his fleshy shaft. Licking his rolling balls, working her tongue between his scrotal sac and the tops of his thighs, she breathed in the heady aroma of his male scent. Her taste buds alive, she ran her wet tongue around the base of his solid shaft, working slowly up to his penile head and taking his swollen glans deep into her hot mouth. Ian breathed 153

heavily, clutching tufts of her long black hair as he swayed on his sagging legs. He was almost there, Annabelle knew as his glans swelled to an incredible size and his solid shaft twitched.

Slipping his knob out of her sperm-thirsty mouth again, she licked his scrotal sac, tasting and wetting his balls with her pink tongue. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she sucked his huge sperm-spheres inside. His penile shaft pressing against her nose, his purple glans close to her forehead, she rolled his balls around her hot mouth. His scrotum tasted bitter, she thought as he gasped and swayed. His dark pubic curls tickling her face, she imagined his spunk shooting over her head as she sucked on his draining balls. Perhaps he’d enjoy having his balls filling her mouth and his cockhead sucked into Alison’s mouth. Annabelle had plans for Ian, dirty plans.

Releasing his testicles, she ran her wet tongue up his solid shaft and sucked his swollen glans into her hot mouth again. “Mmm,” she moaned through her nose, lost in her arousal as her mouth flooded with his salty spunk. This was the taste she was becoming addicted to, the substance she couldn’t live without. Swallowing hard, running her tongue around his sperm-gushing slit, she drank fervently from his throbbing knob like a babe at the breast. This was what she’d needed, she knew as her lubricious vaginal juices seeped between the fleshy swell of her naked love lips. Cocks, sperm, crude sex ...

Gobbling on her neighbour’s orgasming glans, swallowing his copious flow of semen, she kneaded his heavy balls as he let out a long low moan of pleasure. Again and again she swallowed hard, eager not to waste one drop of precious sperm as he mouth-fucked her in his involuntary adultery. Sucking hard, repeatedly swallowing, she sustained his shuddering orgasm as he began to double up in his male ecstasy. Desperate to hold on to his beautiful cock, she kept 154

sucking and mouthing, swallowing the remnants of his orgasmic cream and he grimaced as if in pain.

Her eyes widening as she heard Ian’s wife calling him, she slipped his spent cock out of her spermed mouth and hurriedly leaped to her feet. Ordering him to pull his shorts up as she licked her sperm-glossed lips, her breathing unsteady, her heart banging hard against her chest, she again realized that she was playing a very dangerous game. Had Jane not called out, had she wandered down the garden to find her husband fucking and spunking Annabelle’s hot mouth ...

Annabelle tried not to think of the consequences as she brushed the dirt off her knees. Wiping her spunked mouth on the back of her hand, she adjusted Ian’s shorts before stepping back and gazing at the fallen gate.

“Er ... I’ll leave you to get on with the fence, Ian,” she said as his wife approached.

“Oh, er ... Yes, right.”

“Ah, there you are,” Jane said, joining her husband. “Oh, hi, Annabelle.”

“Hi. Ian was just telling me about the new fence he’s going to put up.”

“I’ve wanted him to fix it for years,” she sighed. “At last, he’s decided to do something about it.”

“Not, years,” he corrected her, frowning at her. “You first mentioned it a couple of months ago. I remember you saying that ...”

“Are you all right, Ian?” Jane asked, gazing at his sex-flushed face. “What have you been doing?”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Annabelle cut in, smiling as she walked away.

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Returning to the house, the taste of sperm lingering on her tongue, she realized that all she’d done by mouth fucking her neighbour and drinking his spunk was to send her arousal sky high. Again wondering where Tom and his friends had got to, she decided to ring him. If Carole answered, she’d make out that she’d just phoned for a chat. Glimpsing out of the lounge window as she was about to grab the phone, she noticed a group of teenage lads loitering in the street.

Their cocks would be fresh, she mused, her clitoris swelling, her vaginal juices flowing in rivers of milk down the naked flesh of her inner thighs. Young, fresh, probably virginal and ready ....

This was crazy, she thought, her insatiable thirst for sex filling her mind with obscene images as she gazed at the young lads. To drag teenage boys in off the street and have them fuck her ... Walking through the hall and stepping out into the front garden, she wandered down the path to the gate. Wondering what to say as the lads turned and looked at her, she eyed the tight crotches of their jeans. They were too young, she mused, again picturing their fresh young cocks, the tight sacs of their scrotums. She was pretty sure that they were legally old enough, but they were far too young to ...

“Would you lads mind giving me a hand?” she asked, wishing she’d phoned Tom instead of attempting to capture the group of young lads. “I’m ... I’m trying to move a sofa and I need some help.”

“OK,” the tallest lad said, walking towards her. “Come on, you lot.”

“Thanks,” Annabelle sighed, wishing she could change her mind. “I’ve tried to move it, but I really can’t do it on my own.”

“No problem, lady,” a dark-haired boy said, his tanned face grinning as he followed his friends into the house.

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“It’s in here,” Annabelle said, leading her young victims into the lounge.

“Right, where do you want it?”

“Where do I want it?” she murmured, closing the lounge door as the last of her victim’s entered the room. “I want it in here.”

Watching the lads gazing at her, their faces expressionless, she knew that she had them under her power. There were six of them, all in their mid-teens, all fresh and probably virginal.

Her stomach somersaulting, she knew that this was very wrong as she stood before them and grinned. Luring innocent teenage boys into her lair was wicked beyond belief, but she knew that she couldn’t help herself as she eyed their tight jeans. Right or wrong, she desperately needed sex. After all, what was the good of having power over teenage boys if she wasn’t going to use it?

Ordering them to slip out of their clothes, she sat on the sofa and watched their disrobing.

Their muscular chests coming into view as they discarded their T-shirts, she waited with bated breath as they tugged their jeans down. This was incredibly arousing, she thought, her clitoris painfully solid. Her nipples rising beneath the loose silk of her blouse, she waited patiently as the boys kicked their jeans and trainers off their feet. Tugging their shorts down, exposing their genitals to her wide eyes, they stood naked in a row before their mistress. Their young cocks snaking over their fresh balls, they waited obediently for her next instruction.

“I want the virgins among you to step forward,” she said, her excitement rising as she wondered how many would make a move. “Only two?” she sighed as a couple of lads took two 157

paces towards her. “Most disappointing. I was hoping you’d all be virgins. Oh well, two is better than none. Have either of you seen a girl’s cunt?”

“No,” came the murmured reply.

“Have girls sucked your cocks?”

“No.”

“Right, you fist,” she breathed, pointing to the younger lad.

Slipping off the sofa and dropping to her knees, Annabelle examined his unblemished penile shaft, the fleshy fold of his foreskin. Stroking his tight ball-bag, brushing his newly-sprouted pubic curls, she let out a rush of breath as his shaft stiffened. His penis finally standing to attention, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his tight scrotum. Her stomach somersaulting, her womb contracting, she denied herself the pleasure of tasting his virginal glans until her juices of desire streamed from her hot sex hole.

“Pull your foreskin right back for me,” she ordered him. Fully retracting his fleshy foreskin, he looked down at her as she ran her wet tongue up and down his solid penile shaft.

Finally engulfing his glistening knob within her hot mouth and sucking hard, she listened to his gasps of satisfaction resounding about the room as he trembled and swayed above her. He tasted beautiful, she mused, licking his sperm-slit and running her tongue beneath the rim of his sex crown. Salty, bitter ... Eating his young cock, she repeatedly sucked, desperate for his spunk to flood her mouth and fill her cheeks

The thought that he was a virgin driving her crazy, she wondered whether he wanked as she sucked and gobbled on his ballooning glans. All boys wanked, she decided, stroking the tight 158

sac of his scrotum with her fingertips and sinking her teeth gently into his penile shaft. He probably thought about a girl’s cunt as he wanked and pumped out his fresh sperm. Glimpsing schoolgirls’ knickers, his teenage arousal would soar and he’d wank in his bed at night and splatter his stomach with his orgasmic fluid.

Gasping, the lad trembled uncontrollably as Annabelle rolled her tongue over the silky-smooth surface of his ballooning glans and kneaded his full sperm-eggs through the taut sac of his scrotum. Glimpsing his friends’ cocks out of the corner of her eye, she was pleased to see their solid shafts standing to attention in readiness for her inspection - in readiness to fuck her pretty mouth. She’d take each into her mouth in turn, she decided, gobbling on the quivering lad’s bulbous penile globe. Mouthing and sucking her way through the queue of boys, she’d swallow their spunk and then have them fuck her when they’d recovered from their illicit pleasure.

“Coming,” the boy towering above her breathed, his heavy balls rolling, his erect shaft swelling. Tonguing his knob-slit, mouthing and gobbling, Annabelle could hardly wait for her mouth to fill with his fresh seed. Again sinking her teeth into the root of his penis, his swollen glans lodged at the back of her throat, she sucked hard before moving her head back and enveloping his helmet between her succulent lips. Mentally urging him to shoot his spunk into her mouth, she rolled her tongue around his sex globe, breathing heavily through her nose as the boy again announced that he was coming.