Dangerous Desires (28 page)

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“Fuck my arse hard,” Louise bellowed in a strange voice. Realizing that the girl was possessed, Annabelle couldn’t stop the crude anal fucking. Her hips swinging, her stomach slapping the girl’s naked buttocks, she repeatedly rammed the massive shaft of her unseen cock deep into her inflamed anal canal. Sperm gushing from her knob-slit, filling Louise’s bowels, she threw her head back as she experienced a male orgasm. The sensations transmitting throughout her young body, she shafted the teenager’s rectum with a frightening vengeance until her swinging balls had drained once again.

“No more,” she breathed, trying to yank the invisible penis out of Louise’s burning anal canal. “Pleas, no more,” she whimpered, unable to withdraw the solid shaft. Her hips swinging again, her lower belly smacking Louise’s rounded buttocks, her balls pummelling her swollen vaginal lips, Annabelle had lost all control. She should have known better, she knew as her naked body flopped back and forth like a rag doll. Playing with fire, she was bound to get burnt.

But it was no good looking back. All she could hope for, pray for, was that the entities would leave Louise and her.

Sperm jetting from the throbbing knob, filling Louise’s anal canal, Annabelle felt the sensations of male orgasm course through her young body again. Her legs sagging as she involuntarily shafted the girl’s tight arse, she wondered what or who had possessed the teenage girl. Looking down, Annabelle gazed in horror as her penis began to materialize. The slimed shaft becoming visible, the purple knob repeatedly appearing and disappearing as she fucked the girl, Annabelle wondered whether she’d return to normal. Was the entity going to permanently possess her? she pondered fearfully.

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Unseen hands parting the orbs of her naked buttocks, she grimaced as an icy-cold penis drove deep into her anal canal and began its fucking motions. Finding its rhythm with the cock fucking Louise’s rectal duct, the invisible organ glided in and out of Annabelle’s anal canal, stretching her tight brown ring to capacity with its illicit fucking. Unable to take her eyes off her penile shaft as it rammed into the dank heat of the girl’s fiery arse, Annabelle let out whimpers of fear as her own anal canal filled with cold sperm.

“Please,” she murmured, her naked body rocking fiercely with the double fucking.

“Please, leave me.” Sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of her anus and coursing down her thighs, she knew that she could take much more as her long black hair cascaded over her flushed face. Again and again, she rammed her penis deep into the girl’s rectal sheath as her own rectum bubbled with cold spunk. Her lags sagging beneath her, she collapsed to the floor as the penis withdrew from her aching bottom-hole and her own cock slid out of Louise’s sperm-flooded arse.

Whimpering and writhing on the floor as the room brightened and became warmer, Annabelle looked at the huge cock-shaft between her legs. “God,” she breathed, gazing at the huge balls, the pink shaft of her cock snaking over the hairy scrotum. Ordering Louise to dress and go home, she finally managed to clamber to her feet and grab her clothes. The nightmare was far from over, she knew as she tugged her miniskirt up her long legs, concealing the horrendous penis hanging between her thighs. This was only the beginning of the horror, she was sure.

Watching Louise finish dressing and leave the room, Annabelle sat on the sofa and lifted her skirt up. Examining her penis, she pulled the foreskin back and gazed at the huge purple 238

knob. This was the ultimate experience for a woman, but one that she didn’t want. Feeling the rounded sperm-eggs through the scrotal sac, she watched wide eyed as the penile shaft began to stiffen. Standing to attention, the cock twitched as the purple globed swelled. Running her hand up and down the fleshy rod, she closed her eyes as the sensations of male masturbation permeated her young body.

Wanking the solid organ faster, she began to breathe heavily as she fondled her balls with her free hand. “Yes,” she gasped as sperm jetted from the throbbing knob, the white liquid running over her hand as she continued her wanking motions. Her balls jerking as she quickened her male masturbating rhythm, the spunk splattering her lower stomach, running over the hairy sac of her balls, she shuddered in her new-found pleasure. Learning the technique of male masturbation at first hand, she was going to be pretty adept at bringing off her victims. But she couldn’t spend the rest of her days with a cock between her legs.

The sperm flow finally ceasing, Annabelle relaxed in the aftermath of her male coming.

Her eyes closed, she drifted in and out of sleep, her dreams showing her vivid images of shaves girl-cracks, erect cocks, heaving balls. Unsure whether she’d actually slept, she finally opened her eyes and gazed at the shaved lips of her vulva. Much to her relief, the penis had gone. It had been a dream, she was sure. The entity didn’t have the power to endow her with a penis, did it?

The notion was ludicrous, she mused. Sometimes, dreams were very real. Grinning as the phone rang, she reached over the arm of the sofa and grabbed the receiver.

“Carole?” Brian murmured.

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“Er ... Yes,” Annabelle replied, glancing at the cock. “It’s rather late to be ringing. How did you know I’d ne here?”

“I rang you at home but ...”

“God, Brian. Please, do
not
ring my home number.”

“Tom said that you were out so I guessed that you’d be at Annabelle’s place. When I rang you before, you seemed strange.”

“Of course I seemed strange,” she returned angrily. “Tom was hovering by the phone, for God’s sake. You’re not to ring me at home, Brian.”

“OK, OK, I’m sorry. I was wondering whether I could see you in the morning. Will you be at Annabelle’s?”

“No, no I won’t. She’s ... she back tomorrow.”

“Oh, right. Will you ring me, then?”

“Why don’t you come round here?” Annabelle asked, hoping to deal with the pest once and for all. “I know it’s getting late, but I don’t have to be home yet. You could come round for

... Well, you know.”

“Give me ten minutes,” he chuckled.

Replacing the receiver, Annabelle hoped that the power would be with her when Brian arrived. Ringing Carole’s number was crazy, she mused, wondering what Tom must have thought. There again, Brian
was
crazy. This was a real chance to get her ex-husband off her back, she knew as she pushed the armchair back into place and hid the leather belt. Wondering whether to switch the baby alarm off as she paced the lounge floor, she couldn’t understand why Louise wanted to hear what was going on in the house. No doubt all would be revealed before long, she reflected, gazing out of the lounge window.

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“Come in,” she invited Brian, opening the front door.

“Hi, Carole,” he said, his face grinning triumphantly. “You just can’t resist me, can you?”

“Er ... No, no I can’t,” she replied, leading him into the lounge. “By the way, the police were here earlier.”

“Oh?”

“They wanted to talk to Annabelle about money being stolen from your house. What’s that all about?”

“Oh, er ... I’m afraid that Annabelle has a key to my house. She’s been in and taken money from my bureau.”

“How do you know it was her?”

“No one else has a key, Carole. Of course it’s her. She’s nothing without me. She’s got no money, no ...”

“You obviously haven’t heard.”

“Heard what?”

“An uncle left her a fortune.”

“When was this?”

“A month ago. She’s no need to steal money, Brian.”

“How much? How much was she left?”

“In the region of two hundred thousand. She didn’t want me to tell anyone but ... Seeing as you’re accusing her of theft, I thought I’d better mention it.”

“I see,” he murmured, obviously jealous.

“I think that she’s doing rather well for herself, don’t you?”

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“Carole, being given money isn’t going to sort out her problems. She’s ill and she needs help.”

“Talking of that, I spoke to her on the phone earlier. Wondering whether you were right about her mental health, and wanting to help her, I asked her a few tentative questions. She’s never been happier, Brian. It’s not just the money. She’s really happy and enjoying her life.”

“She was always good at covering things up. Of course she wouldn’t admit to being ill.”

“I didn’t expect her to admit it. There are no signs, Brian. She’s perfectly normal and ...”

“Normal?” he laughed. “Carole, you don’t understand. I lived with her for years. She’s mentally ill.”

“And I’ve known her all her life. Anyway, she’s getting married.”

“What?” he breathed, his eyes widening as he started hard at Annabelle. “She’s not said anything to me about it.”

“You’re her ex-husband, so I don’t suppose she thought it any of your business.”

“Yes, but ... My God, I can’t believe the way she’s treated me.”

“Treated you? What do you mean?”

“After all I’ve done ... It won’t last, I can tell you that.”

“You haven’t even met the man so ...”

“I
know
Annabelle. I don’t have to meet the poor sod who’s marrying her, I know Annabelle of old. She ... I can tell you this. I haven’t nearly finished with her yet.”

“Finished with her? It sounds as if you’re at war with her.”

“I am ... I mean ... I’m not letting her off the hook just like that.”

“Brian, you said all this before. You don’t seem to understand that you threw her out, you wanted a divorce and ... Of course, you thought she’d go crawling back to you.”

“Yes, yes I did. Two hundred grand, getting married ... This isn’t ...”

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“How you’d planned it?”

“No. I didn’t plan anything, Carole. I just thought that she’d see the error of her ways and ask me to take her back.”

He really did believe that his ex-wife was at fault, Annabelle mused. But, with his peculiar mental state, that wasn’t surprising. Annabelle had spent her entire marriage having to play mind games, and now the games were continuing. Lying about money and marriage wasn’t going to do anything other than rile the man, she knew as he flopped onto the sofa and held his head. The time had come to use her power. The time had come to stop the madman before he went too far.

“You’ll forget about Annabelle,” she said, sitting next to him and touching his hand.

“Forget all about her and tell the police that you’ve found the money.”

“I want her back,” he murmured dolefully.

“Forget about her,” she said, praying for her power to work. “Leave her alone now, Brian.”

“I didn’t mean to throw her out. It was a silly argument, that’s all. I thought she’d come back after a day or two.”

“So, why did you go to a solicitor and file for a divorce?”

“To worry her. I thought she’d realize that she was about to lose everything and beg me to take her back.”

“That was rather a risky game to play, Brian. Gambling with your marriage like that was stupid. Still, what’s done it done. Forget about Annabelle now. Leave her to get on with her life.”

“I can’t,” he sighed.

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“At least stop trying to cause her trouble. Running to the police ... You know that she didn’t steal money from your house, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course I know that.”

“I reckon that
you
are the one with problems, Brian. You’re obsessed with Annabelle.

You can’t leave her alone. The next thing is you’ll be telling the police that she’s gone into your house and smashed things. Damn, there’s the phone. Go now, and don’t forget what I said.”

“All right,” he murmured, rising to his feet and leaving the room.

Grabbing the receiver as she heard the front door close, Annabelle raised her eyes to the ceiling. It was Tom ringing to complain about Brian’s phone calls to Carole. Annabelle apologized, but said that there was nothing she could do about it. The last thing she needed was Tom whining at her. Tired and exhausted after an evening of crude sex, all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep. But Tom wasn’t going to give up. He reckoned that Annabelle should contact Brian and tell him to stop pestering Carole. Realizing that she was to blame, Annabelle relented and listened to his complaints with some sympathy.

“He’s lost at the moment, Tom,” she said. “He can’t accept that the marriage is over and

... I suppose he needs someone to talk to.”

“Why Carole?” he asked irritably. “He’s phoned several times asking for her. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to me, which I find odd.”

“There’s nothing odd about it. Very often, men find it easier to talk to a woman rather than a man. I’ll have a word with Brian and explain that he’s causing problems.”

“I suppose Tom is the least of my problems.”

“You mean, the panties?”

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“Yes, I do.”

“How is Carole, by the way?”

“She reckons that the panties belong to you. She thinks that I stole them from your laundry basket.”

“Did you?”

“No, of course I didn’t. I don’t know what’s been happening lately. What with the panties and ...”

“That was your fault, Tom.”

“Yes, I know. But what with that and Carole not wanting sex, and now Brian phoning ...”

“Tom, if you’re going to collect soiled panties ...”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me that I’m a sad pervert.”

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“That’s what you think, isn’t it?”

“I don’t judge people, Tom. If I did, then I’d condemn myself for the way I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Look, I’m sure things will turn out all right in the end. Give Carole time and she’ll ...”

“Accept that I’m a sad perv?”

“Well, I ... Just give her time, OK?”

“If you say so. Thanks, Annabelle.”

“Any time. Sleep well.”

Shaking her head as he hung up, Annabelle pondered on the situation. She should have used the unseen force to deal with Brian, not lure people to her house for illicit sex. But it wasn’t 245