Dangerous Desires (33 page)

Her arse squelching as the biggest penis yet shafted her burning rectum, she shook violently as her neglected clitoris swelled and pulsated in the beginnings of her orgasm. The man gasping, he quickly reached his climax and pumped his spunk deep into the very core of her naked body. Her mind blowing away as her clitoris finally exploded in orgasm, she cried out, screaming her love for her studs as she rode the crest of her incredible pleasure. On and on the 281

spunk jetted into her tight arse, her palpitating clitoris sending tremors of crude sex throughout her pelvis.

“My God,” Brian gasped as he appeared in the doorway and stared in disbelief at his ex-wife. “What the ...”

“Yes,” Annabelle trilled. “Really give it to me.”

“Get out,” Brian yelled at the group of young men. “Tom ... Bloody hell!”

As Tom withdrew his spent cock and grabbed his clothes, Annabelle hauled her abused body up and turned to Brian. His face was a picture, she thought happily as he watched the men tugging their trousers up their legs before fleeing the room. Looking down at Annabelle’s inner thighs, the stream of sperm flowing over her pale flesh, Brian held his hand to his head.

“Annabelle,” he began shakily. “What ... what the hell ...”

“I was entertaining a few friends,” she giggled. “Sorry, I didn’t think that you’d arrive just yet.”

“A few friends? A group of naked men fucking you ... And Tom. How long has this been going on?”

“With Tom? Oh, about two weeks.”

“To think that I wanted you back ...”

“You wanted me back? I didn’t realize that you ... Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought ... I don’t know what I thought. You’ve shaved, Annabelle. And your bottom

... You’ve been whipped or something.”

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“Brian, had I known that you wanted me back ... When you threw me out and filed for divorce, I took that to mean that you’d finished with me for good. I spent night after night crying myself to sleep because I wanted you.”

“You cried?” he gasped. “You wanted us to get back together?”

“Yes, yes of course I did. I started seeing other men in an effort to forget about you. I’ve been fucking man after man trying to get you out of my mind. If you wanted me, then why did you throw me out and go for a divorce?”

“I don’t know. I suppose I thought ... I don’t know what I thought. Annabelle, those men

... How could you behave like that? I thought you were a decent woman and ...”

“So, why have you been telling people that I fucked around during out marriage?”

“Well, I ... I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have. You told people that I screwed around with old men, with John from the pub ... And what
were
you doing in my house?”

“Carole ... I know that you won’t believe this but ... Wait a minute, I’m the one asking the questions. I find you fucking several men and ...”

“Six men, to be exact. Brian, when you threw me away like a broken toy, I went to pieces,” she lied, loving his plight. “I sobbed myself to sleep every night. My world just fell apart around me. I felt unwanted, unloved ... I started going with other men.”

“I had no idea that you ...”

“Loved you?”

“Yes.”

“I loved you with my heart, my very soul. You threw me away like a piece of rubbish.

It’s too late now, of course. I must have had fifty-odd men since we split up.”

“We could still ...”

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“No, we couldn’t. It’ too late, Brian. You threw me away like a piece of rubbish. And now I
am
a piece of rubbish. You destroyed me. You ripped my heart out, tore my soul out - and discarded me. You’d better go now.”

“Annabelle, I ...”

“Go, Brian. Just go.”

As he left, Annabelle felt a little sorry for him. But her sorrow didn’t last. Sperm oozing from her burning anus, she pushed the armchair back into place and took a shower. Was that the end of Brian’s nonsense? she wondered, lathering her abused body. Would he now leave her in peace? Annabelle doubted it very much. Once he’d got over the shock of discovering that she’d loved him and had wanted to go back, he’d turn his thoughts to her orgy of lust. Wondering whether she’d done the right thing by allowing him to witness her whoredom, she went into her bedroom and dried her naked body.

Dressing in a miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse, she decided not to wear a bra or panties.

Although the evening was drawing to a close, she felt restless, in need of some excitement. Far from tired after her multiple anal fucking, she was alive and glowing with life. Wandering out onto the patio, she breathed in the warm evening air and looked up at the stars. What was life all about? she pondered, walking across the lawn and leaning over the fence. Noticing Ian sitting in his diningroom, she smiled. Did he want to stick his cock through the hole in the fence and mouth-fucker her? she mused, licking her lips. Dashing into the kitchen and grabbing the ringing phone, she thought it rather late for Carole to be calling.

“He’s been with you, hasn’t he?” she snapped.

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“Who?” Annabelle asked innocently.

“Tom. Who do you think I mean?”

“Been with me? Carole, I’ve just got home and I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Tom’s been with you, hasn’t he?”

“I doubt that Tom would have enjoyed a three-hour talk on writing CVs and discussing job interviews.”

“What?”

“I’ve been to a talk about getting a job, Carole. How to conduct yourself at interviews.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry, Annabelle. It’s just that Tom came in ... Well, to say that he looked as if he’d been to an all night orgy would be an understatement.”

“Oh, that’s great. Because Tom looks like he’s been to an orgy, you immediately think that he’s been with me?”

“No, I didn’t mean ... Look, I’m sorry. I’m tired, that’s all it is.”

“I’m tired of these accusations, Carole. If it’s not Brian, it’s you. I mean, what is it with everyone?”

“I don’t know, Annabelle. Something’s going on, I know that much. Since that barbeque we had, I’ve felt uneasy. Tom and his collection of dirty panties, the way he’s been behaving of late, the way I felt after going to your house ...”

“What do you mean? How
did
you feel?”

“I felt ... It doesn’t matter. It’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

“All right, Carole. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“OK, bye.”

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Returning to the garden, Annabelle sighed as she leaned on the fence and gazed at Ian again. Things were a mess, she reflected. Brian witnessing the orgy, Carole phoning and ...

Realizing that Brian might tell Carole that Tom was at the orgy, Annabelle decided to try to use the power to erase from everyone’s minds all that had happened. Brian, Tom, Carole, Sabrina, Louise and Alison ... Wondering why the power had no effect on Ian, she decided to put things straight with him. Calling him, she knew that she had to explain ... explain what? she wondered as he walked towards her.

“Ian,” she began. “I know that your friend was with you behind the fence.”

“My friend?” he echoed, frowning at her.

“The hole in the fence ...”

“Yes, I must do something about that. It looks as though someone’s deliberately drilled it.”

“Ian, don’t play games with me,” Annabelle sighed. “You know about the hole. You know about ... Just don’t play games. OK?”

“OK,” he replied, grinning at her. “Talking of games, what’s all this hypnosis nonsense?”

“It was a joke between ... It was a laugh, Ian. You thought that I thought I was hypnotising you. It was a laugh.”

“So, you’re all for using the hole?”

“Yes, but not to suck off your friends.”

“Ah, right.”

“I hope you didn’t charge him?”

“No, of course I didn’t. Look, I think we need to talk. It’s late now but, how about tomorrow morning?”

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“Talk?”

“About Louise, Alison, you, me ... About us.”

“
Us
? Oh, right. OK, come round in the morning.”

“I’m leaving Jane,” he announced.

“Why?”

“Because ... I’ll tell you in the morning.”

As he walked away, Annabelle sat on the patio beneath the stars and pondered on Ian and Jane. Another marriage broken, she mused. Marriages seemed to be falling apart daily, she thought, wondering what would become of Tom and Carole. What would become of Brian?

Slipping her hand up her short skirt, she toyed with the wet petals of her inner lips. She needed sex, she knew as her finger drove into the tight sheath of her hot vagina. Recalling the multiple anal fucking, she smiled. One cock after another fucking her arse, filling her bowels with spunk

... The sheath of her rectum was sore, inflamed, in desperate need of soothing sperm. Would Ian oblige and appease her yearning for anal sex? Louise might enjoy tongue-fucking her rectum, Annabelle thought in her rising wickedness. Perhaps the time had come to move away. New hunting grounds?

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earing her miniskirt and a tight T-shirt, Annabelle was up early and gazing out of the W lounge window. She’d decided to finish with the power and live a relatively normal life. It had been fun, she reflected. Meeting new people, enjoying crude sex with both men and women, learning their most intimate secrets ... Feeling that Brian had at last given up on her, she was ready to move on. Wondering whether to sell the house and move away, she recalled reading an article about properties for sale in northern France. Far enough away, but close enough to return and visit.

Watching people pass her house on their way to work, she again thought about getting a job. Was there work in France? she mused. Unable to speak the language, she thought that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea after all. Greece? Cyprus? A holiday would be nice, if nothing else. Unsure what to do, she sighed. Despondency setting in, she tried to cheer herself up by thinking about selling soiled panties for a living. There was obviously a demand, she thought, imagining placing an advert in a men’s mag. Her full lips furling into a smile, she knew that Tom would become a valued customer.

Oh, no,” she breathed, weakening in her arousal as she noticed Sabrina passing her house on her way to school. Dashing to the front door, Annabelle ran down the path and called her. She wasn’t going to use her power to lure the young girl into her house and have her wicked way with her. She only wanted to talk to her, discover whether she had any recollection of the lesbian sex. Turning, Sabrina walked towards Annabelle. She was wearing a short, black, pleated skirt 287

and a white blouse. Her young breasts clearly defined by the tight material of her blouse, the shallow cleavage of her mammary spheres visible, she was extremely alluring.

“Did you want me?” she finally asked, Annabelle, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Er ... Sorry, I was daydreaming,” Annabelle replied, licking her succulent lips as she wondered what to say. “I don’t suppose you remember me?” she murmured pensively, her eyes transfixed on the girl’s suckable nipples pressing against her bouse.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sabrina murmured.

“We met briefly when you were with your friend, Angela. I’ve known her for some time.

She’s told me quite a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Sabrina breathed, her pretty blue eyes frowning. “When was that?”

“No so long ago. Will you be seeing Angela at school today?”

“Yes, I will.”

“That’s great. Would you mind giving her a letter for me?”

“No, of course not.”

“I forgot to give it to her when she was last here. Come into the house,” Annabelle said, her stomach somersaulting as the girl followed her up the path. “It’ll only take a minute to get it.”

“When was she last here?” Sabrina asked, following Annabelle up the path to the front door. A lamb to the slaughter.

“A few days ago. Come in and I’ll get it.”

In the lounge, Annabelle gazed at Sabrina’s black shoes, her white ankle socks as she dropped her school bag to the floor. Her skirt following the rounded curves of her developing 288

hips, her long blonde hair cascading over the slight swell of her barely formed breasts ... There was no point in fighting her inner desires, Annabelle knew as she again focused on the girl’s blouse billowing over the mounds of her petite breasts. Taking the teenager’s hand, she moved closer and kissed her pretty mouth. Breathing in the scent of her long blonde hair as she slipped her pink tongue between her full lips and tasted her saliva, Annabelle felt her womb contract, her clitoris swell in anticipation. She still had the power, she knew as the girl stared blankly across the room. But this was wrong. To lure a young schoolgirl into her den of lust and have her strip naked ...

Unbuttoning Sabrina’s blouse, Annabelle slipped the garment over her shoulders and exposed her small bra. Right or wrong, she couldn’t help herself. The thought of a pretty schoolgirl’s firm vulval lips, the wet crack of her virginal pussy, was too much. Reaching behind Sabrina’s back and unhooking her bra, Annabelle gazed wide-eyed as the firm mounds of her pert breasts came into view. Her nipples rising in the relatively cool air of the lounge, the small discs of her areolae darkening, she stood motionless as Annabelle tossed her bra onto the sofa and knelt before her.

Tugging her skirt down her long legs, Annabelle gazed longingly at the tight material of her white panties faithfully following the contours of her young sex lips. Again thinking how wrong this was, she wondered whether she felt guilty. It wasn’t so much guilt but a sense of shame, she concluded. Shameful behaviour, she mused. Again trying to console herself, she thought about Sabrina. The girl would have no recollection of the crude sexual acts. She’d eventually go off to school and, apart from wondering why she was so late, she’d think nothing.

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Ordering the girl to slip her shoes off and step out of her skirt, Annabelle moved forward and pressed her face into the swell of her warm panties. Breathing in her girl-scent, she licked the crotch of her panties, savouring the salty taste of her sex-scented vulva. Wetting the tight material with her saliva, Annabelle nibbled on her love lips through her wet panties. Losing herself in her arousal as her own juices of desire seeped between the fleshy hillocks of her vaginal lips, she reached behind the schoolgirl’s back and clutched the rounded cheeks of her firm buttocks. Annabelle now understood Tom’s fascination with panties, why he collected the soiled feminine garments. He’d love a pair of freshly soiled schoolgirl panties, she knew as she again breathed in th heady scent of Sabrina’s teenage vulva.