Dangerous Desires (31 page)

“God,” she breathed, her tight holes forcefully bloated to the extreme. She could hear the sucking and slurping sounds of her preorgasmic juices as Louise fisted her holes. The beautiful sensations transmitting throughout her quivering body, she felt dizzy in her sexual delirium as Louise sank her teeth into the rounded cheek of her naked bottom. The solid protrusion of her sensitive clitoris massaged by the girl’s thrusting fist, Annabelle knew that she was about to experience the best orgasm ever. Shuddering fiercely, her head spinning, her breathing fast and shallow, she finally reached her sexual heaven.

“Yes,” she cried, her vaginal muscles rhythmically contracting, gripping the girl’s pistoning fist as her rectum spasmed and her juices of orgasm gushed. Perspiration matting her long black hair, her eyes rolling, she thought that she was going to pass out as her orgasm peaked. Her trembling body rocking with the double fisting, her juices squelching, she rode the crest of her climax until her pleasure began to ebb. Gasping, whimpering, she rested her hands on 264

the floor to steady her sagging body as Louise slowed her thrusting to a gentle massaging rhythm.

“No more,” she gasped, shaking violently as her orgasm left her. “Take your fist out now, Louise. Slowly, do it slowly.” The girl’s clenched fists withdrawing, leaving her burning sex holes with loud sucking sounds, Annabelle fell forward and crumpled on the floor. Convulsing in the aftermath of her incredible coming, her juices of orgasm oozing between the hairless lips of her inflamed vagina, the burning hole of her anus closing, she lay quivering on the floor until she’d recovered from the abuse of her young body.

“Go home now,” she murmured, watching Louise switch the baby alarm on. “I’ll call you when I need you again.” As the girl dressed, concealing the curves and crevices of her beautiful body, Annabelle managed to drag herself to her feet and stand on her trembling legs. As Louise pulled her panties up her long legs, Annabelle grabbed her arm. “Leave your panties here,” she said. “I know someone who, collects dirty panties.” Taking the garment from Louise, Annabelle held the crotch to her face and breathed in her cunny scent.

“OK, go home now,” she said, tossing the panties onto the sofa. As the teenager left, Annabelle gazed out of the window and pondered on the crude lesbian fisting. Her sex holes inflamed and aching, she picked up a symbol from the windowsill. Again wondering what it was she was dabbling with as she ran her fingertip over the ivory surface, she wondered how Tom and Carole were getting on. Again thinking that she should never have interfered in their marriage, she turned her thoughts to Sabrina. She was another one Annabelle should have left alone. Ian, the teenage boys, Dave ...

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“Oh, well,” she sighed, placing the ivory symbol on the windowsill and leaving the room.

Sitting on the patio beneath the summer sun, she closed her eyes and relaxed. The police would leave her alone now that they’d discovered Brian in her house, she was sure. Wishing that everyone would leave her to get on with her life, she again wondered whether Brian would ever give up his quest to destroy her. If he found another woman to concentrate on ... No one would have him, she knew as she slipped her hand up her short skirt and toyed with the inflamed inner wings of her vulval crack. Insanely jealous, bitter ... Who’d put up with a man like that?

“Hi,” Ian called over the fence.

“Oh, hi,” she replied. Did he want to stick his cock though the hole and mouth-fuck her?

“What are you up to?”

“Mooching about,” he sighed. “Jane’s out and Louise is studying. I have some work to do but it’s such a lovely day that I can’t get into it.”

“I’m not sure what to do with the garden,” Annabelle said, walking across the lawn. “The new fence is nice, but it needs something ... I think I’ll plant some flowers in the border.”

“Good idea,” Ian replied, walking to the end of his garden. “Do you think this is too high?” he asked from behind the six-foot fence panel.

“No, it’s fine,” Annabelle replied, knowing full-well that she couldn’t resist sucking the spunk out of his cock. “Ian, I want you to stick your penis through the hole.”

Grinning as his erect cock emerged through the hole in the fence, Annabelle knelt on the ground and examined the glistening purple knob. Wondering how Ian had returned to the house so quickly the last time she’d sucked him off, she frowned. Was this Ian’s cock? she wondered, 266

noticing a blemish of the fleshy shaft. A terrible thought coming to mind, she wondered whether there was someone else behind the fence with him. If her power didn’t work on Ian and he was using her to ... Spying through a crack in the fence, all she could see was a naked leg.

Taking the swollen knob into her hot mouth, she ran her tongue around the salty-tasting rim and sucked gently. She’d soon discover whether this was her neighbour’s cock or not, she mused. Once his sperm gushed and she’d swallowed his orgasmic cream, she’d leap to her feet and dash back down the garden and keep watch. Wanking his solid shaft, she gobbled and mouthed on his bulbous glans as sounds of male satisfaction emanated through the fence.

Again wondering whether the power had worked on Louise, she thought that both her and her father might be using her. Feeling unsure of herself, she wondered whether the power had worked on anyone. The teenage boys might have gone along with her simply because they wanted crude sex. Beginning to wonder whether the power existed, she slipped the saliva-dripping knob out of her mouth and looked up at the fence.

“Would Jane like me to lick her clitoris to orgasm?” she asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Ian replied.

“I’ll use my power and lick her hot cunt out,” she breathed. “I’d like to suck the cream out of your wife’s hot cunt.”

“No, I ...” he stammered.

“At the moment, I want your cock. Spunk down my throat, Ian. Pump your lovely spunk down my throat.”

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Taking the crown of his cock into her wet mouth again and running her tongue over his sperm-slit, she wanked the fleshy shaft. His spunk came quickly, bathing her tongue, filling her gobbling mouth and dribbling down her chin and she drank from his throbbing fountainhead.

Moving her hand up and down the granite-hard shaft of his penis, she thought how much she loved cock sucking, spunk swallowing. Even if the power hadn’t worked on Ian, she was able to enjoy drinking from his orgasming cock. He’d think her a filthy tart, but what did that matter?

She
was
a filthy tart, she reflected, squeezing the last of his sperm out of his twitching shaft.

Finally slipping his spent penis out of her mouth, she wasted no time in leaping to her feet and dashing down the garden towards the house.

“Well,” Ian murmured as he joined her by the low fence. “I thing flowers would look nice. Have you thought about planting a few shrubs down there?”

“Shrubs, yes,” she replied abstractedly, wondering whether anyone was hiding at the end of Ian’s garden. “Yes, that’s a good idea. Well, I’d better do something constructive,” she said, smiling as she walked back to her house. “I’ll see you later.”

Licking her sperm-glossed lips as she hid in the diningroom and kept watch on Ian’s garden, she was sure that the power hadn’t worked and Ian was using her for a friend’s benefit.

Perhaps he had several men lined up ready to fuck her pretty mouth, she pondered. Wondering whether he was charging them for the pleasure, she gazed wide-eyed as a young man stole down Ian’s garden towards the house.

“So, that
is
your game,” she murmured, her pretty face grinning. But why hadn’t her power worked? Was Ian immune to the unseen force? Had Louise been faking? The power had 268

worked on Brian, she reflected. And Sabrina had definitely been under the influence of the power. Perhaps it didn’t affect everyone? A wicked plan bubbling in her mind, she decided to take a shower and prepare for an evening of forbidden sex.

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“Thanks, Tom,” Annabelle said, holding the phone to her ear and grinning. “If you could bring several friends with you, I’m sure you’ll manage to get the bed downstairs.”

“When is the new bed arriving?” he asked her.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight, that won’t be a problem.”

“OK, I’ll be there as soon as I’ve gathered up a few friends.”

“That’s great. I’ll see you soon.”

Replacing the receiver, Annabelle wondered how many men Tom would bring with him.

The last time she’d wanted to enjoy several solid cocks fucking and spunking her wet orifices, Tom had let her down. This time, he had to come up with the goods. Slipping her dressing gown on, she was ready. She’d showered, shaved the stubble from her vulval flesh and placed the ivory symbols around the lounge.

Annabelle felt that this was the last time that the power would be with her, but she didn’t know why. Whether the entity wanted to move on to new hunting ground or she was just losing contact with the unseen force, she didn’t know. But she did know that she was going to make the most of her evening of debauchery. The front doorbell finally ringing, she checked her long black hair in the hall mirror. Grinning, her stomach somersaulting, she opened the door and smiled at Tom.

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“Thanks for coming round,” she said, her dark eyes widening as she counted five men behind Tom. “You’ve brought enough help with you.”

“We’re off down the pub once we’ve moved the bed,” Tom said, following Annabelle into the hall. “I rang Jim and he offered to bring the lads along.”

“Well, you’ll certainly make light work of it,” she giggled, leading the group of men into the lounge. “Right, let’s see whether this works,” she breathed, opening her dressing gown and displaying her naked body. “You’re not here to move the bed, gentlemen. You’re here to attend my naked body. Do you all understand?”

“Yes,” Tom replied. “We understand.”

“Good. I’d like you all to strip naked before we start. Come on, clothes off.”

Tossing her gown to the floor, Annabelle sat on the sofa and watched her stud tugging their trousers down and slipping their shirts off. The power was with her, she was sure as she waited in anticipation. Something had gone wrong where Ian was concerned, she reflected. For some reason, the power didn’t affect him. Not that it mattered, she mused, licking her full lips at the men’s penises came into view. Eyeing their flaccid shafts snaking over their heavy balls, she felt her stomach somersault, her young womb contract.

“You,” she said, pointing at a good-looking man in his early thirties. “Come and stand over here and let me take a look at your cock.” Taking his stiffening shaft in her hand as he stood before her, Annabelle leaned forward and breathed in the scent of his dark pubic curls. Leaving his foreskin covering his swollen globe, she took the fleshy hood between her lips and tasted the salt. His cock now fully erect, ran her tongue up and down the fleshy shaft of his sex staff.

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“Not bad,” she murmured, snaking her tongue over the thin sac of his balls. Taking his foreskin between her finger and thumb, she pulled it back, exposing the purple crown of his solid penis. Almost swallowing his bulbous knob, she sank her teeth gently into the root of his cock and moaned her pleasure through her nose. Withdrawing, she engulfed the purple globe of his cock between her succulent lips and rolled her tongue over its silky-smooth surface. This was what she loved, she mused, tasting the man’s sex globe. Cock sucking, spunk swallowing ... This was her love, her forte.

“You,” she said, pointing to one of the men, “I want your cock in my mouth as well.

Stand next to him and push your cock into my mouth alongside his.” Taking the two knobs into her spunk-thirsty mouth, she snaked her tongue over the swollen sex globes. Her mouth bloated, her lips stretched tautly around the ripe plums, she moaned through her nose as the men let out gasps of pleasure. Her mind brimming with lewd thoughts, she slipped the knobs out of her mouth and licked her salty lips.

“Right,” she said, leaping to her feet. “I want the tub of butter from the fridge.” Dropping to her knees and positioning herself on all fours as one young man went to the kitchen, she decided to take each man in turn up her arse. Feeling more decedent than ever as the man returned with the butter, she ordered him to smear a handful over her anal hole. Quivering as the butter cooled her bottom crease, she wallowed in her wickedness, her mind swamping her with obscene thoughts as a finger greased her rectal cylinder.

“OK, who’s going to be the first to fuck my arse?” she giggled, projecting her buttocks out in readiness for the first penile shaft. A bulbous knob stabbing at the well-greased eye of her 272

anus, she closed her eyes as she felt her ring open to accommodate the swollen glans. The huge shaft gliding deep into her rectal duct, bloating her pelvic cavity, her hung her head and gasped in her debauchery.
Number one
, she thought, her juices of lust streaming from her vagina hole as the man withdrew his cock and drove his glans deep into the fiery heat of her bowels. Her rectal sheath still aching from the crude lesbian fisting, she wondered how much abuse her young body could take. This was the first cock of sex, she thought happily, her clitoris painfully swollen.

Could she take twelve cocks up her arse?

“Do it hard,” she breathed, her naked body rocking with the rectal fucking. “Don’t piss about. Fuck my arse like you’ve never fucked before.” The man increasing his fucking motion, repeatedly ramming his cockhead deep into the very core of her naked body, Annabelle grimaced as the blend of pain and pleasure rippled through her contracting womb. This was more like it, she reflected, listening to the squelching and sucking sounds of her anal cylinder as the man forcefully pistoned her.