Dangerous Desires (6 page)

Deciding to put the ritual to the test, she thought about her neighbour’s eighteen-year-old daughter. This would be the ultimate test, she mused, pistoning her rectal duct with the hot candle. “Louise, I want you to come here and strip naked,” she breathed. “I want you to take 43

your clothes off and offer me lesbian sex.” Grinning as she massaged the solid nub of her erect clitoris with her free hand, she was sure that the power of black magic wouldn’t work. Louise was a shy innocent girl, hardly the sort to indulge in crude lesbian sex with someone she didn’t know. Annabelle had only met her neighbours once when they’d had a brief chat over the garden fence. Louise was a timid college girl, her father worked for a local estate agent and her mother was a school teacher. A twee family. From what Annabelle had gleamed from her parents, Louise didn’t mix well with people and spent her time studying. There was no way Louise would call and offer her lesbian sex.

Her hand finally slipping the candle out of her inflamed rectum, Annabelle managed to step off the black cloth and draw the curtains back. Whatever the power was, it didn’t seem to want to go too far with the abuse of her young body. Perhaps it was waiting for something, she reflected as the front doorbell rang. There again, perhaps the whole thing was her imagination.

Grabbing her dressing gown from the bedroom, she opened the door to find Louise standing on the step. Horrified, Annabelle invited the girl into the lounge.

“Sorry to trouble you,” Louise said, her pretty face smiling as she stood with her back to the mantlepiece. “It’s just that ...”

“Are you all right?” Annabelle asked the frowning girl.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. Would you mind if I took my clothes off? Only, I’m rather hot and ...”

Her words tailing off, she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her white bra. “Why am I doing this?” she asked, obviously perplexed as she looked down at her bra straining to contain her full breasts.

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“I don’t know,” Annabelle breathed pensively, watching the girl slip her blouse off her shoulders and toss it onto the sofa. “What made you come here?”

“I was studying and ... I just thought that I’d come and see you.”

“And you want to take your clothes off?”

“Yes, no ... I mean ...”

“I don’t mind if you want to undress,” Annabelle said. “You’re right, it is hot today.”

“Yes, but ... I don’t even know you. Why am I ... I think I’ll take my skirt off.”

“Yes, you do that,” Annabelle said, eyeing the black cloth and wondering why Louise hadn’t mentioned the candles and ivory symbols. “Feel free to undress. I don’t mind at all.”

Frowning, Annabelle watched Louise tug her skirt down her long legs and step out of the garment. Kicking her shoes off, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She was extremely attractive, Annabelle observed. Her tight red panties faithfully following the contours of her full love lips, her young breasts tumbling out of her bra cups, her pert nipples rising from the dark discs of her areolae ... Would she offer to have lesbian sex? Annabelle wondered as she tugged her panties down, exposing her sparse blonde pubes covering her vulval flesh. Eyeing her sex crack, the pinken petals of her inner lips protruding from her moist valley of desire, Annabelle felt her stomach somersault.
Lesbian sex
? she mused. This was going to get out of hand, she knew as Louise ran her hands up her inner thighs and parted the fleshy swell of her outer lips.

“Do you like my body?” she asked huskily, exposing the inner folds of her yawning sex valley.

“Very much,” Annabelle replied, wondering whether to put a stop to the proceedings.

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“You may touch me, if you want to.”

“Louise, I think ...”

“Don’t you want to touch me?”

More than uncanny, this was frightening, Annabelle reflected. As the girl untied her hair, her long golden locks cascading over her shoulders, Annabelle sat on the sofa and pondered on the power. Although she tried to convince herself that this was coincidence, she knew that it just wasn’t possible. The power,
her
power, really did work. Perhaps it was some kind of thought transference, she mused. The power of thought. Deciding to write to the author of the book, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of wickedness, evil. The book had said that there was a darker side to people, a side that was usually suppressed. Was Annabelle’s darker side emerging?

“Do you masturbate?” she asked the naked girl.

“No, I don’t,” she replied softly, her slender fingers toying with the fleshy hillocks of her outer lips.

“Have you never fingered your pussy?”

“No.”

“Do it now,” Annabelle instructed her.

She wanted to order the girl to dress and go home, but something was driving her on.

Something wicked was rising from the murky depths of her subconscious and egging her on.

Was this her dark side, or was it an unseen force influencing her? Annabelle felt powerful as she watched Louise slip a finger into the tight sheath of her vagina. This was like a dream, she mused. If she could stand on the black cloth and summon the power to send the girl to her, she 46

knew that she could do anything. Sex, money ... She could have anything she wanted. With the power, she could crush Brian.

But she couldn’t help thinking that this was like something out of a Stephen King film.

Unseen forces, ghosts ... Annabelle still wasn’t convinced that the ritual had summoned a force, a power that had influenced an innocent girl to strip naked and offer her young body for lesbian sex. Dave calling round for crude sex, Brian’s car breaking down ... The incidents could have been coincidence. But Louise turning up on the doorstep and stripping naked? If this wasn’t coincidence, what was it?

“What made you come here?” Annabelle again asked the girl.

“I told you,” she murmured, her finger embedded deep within the tight sheath of her vagina. “I just thought I’d come and see you.”

“Yes, but ... What were your thoughts? You were studying and you suddenly decided to come here. What were your first thoughts about me?”

“I don’t know. I was looking something up in a book and I suddenly thought I’d like to see you.”

“And strip naked?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “It’s no good asking me because I don’t know.”

“I want you to turn round and touch your toes, Louise. Stand with your feet wide apart and touch your toes.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you want to show me your bottom?”

“Yes, I ... No. This isn’t right.”

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“You tell me what you’d like to do.”

“I’m not sure. All right, I’ll show you.”

Complying with Annabelle’s crude instruction, the girl displayed the firm roundness of her buttocks, her full vaginal lips nestling below the brown ring of her bottom-hole to Annabelle’s wide eyes. Wondering how far the girl would go, Annabelle ordered her to reach behind her back and part the firm cheeks of her young bottom. Without hesitating, the girl opened her anal crease, exposing the small star of her anus. Moving forward on the sofa for a better view of the girl’s most private hole, Annabelle now wondered how far
she
’d go. Did she want to touch the girl there? Did she want to experience lesbian sex?

Her suffocating marriage to Brian had left her hungry for experience, thirsty for excitement. But to have sex with a teenage girl? More than sex, this would be enforced lesbian sex, she reflected. Had the girl been willing ... Even then, would Annabelle enjoy tonguing another girl’s vaginal opening? Confused, Annabelle didn’t know what to do. She should order the girl to dress and go home, but she felt that this was an opportunity not to be missed. Was the influencing power simply bringing out the girl’s deep-seated lesbian desires? Or was it trying to force her to commit lesbian sexual acts against her will?

Eyeing Louise’s firm bottom cheeks, the tightly closed hole of her anus, she recalled Dave running his tongue over her bottom-hole, slipping his finger into the hot duct of her rectum.

It would certainly be an experience to taste another girl’s bottom-hole, she mused, dropping to her knees and planting a kiss on the unblemished flesh of Louise’s buttock. Holding the girl’s curvaceous hips, Annabelle thought how young she seemed. Fresh, slender, youthful, virginal ...

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She could have been far younger than eighteen. Whatever her age, her young body was most alluring, her sex holes extremely inviting.

“Do you really want me to touch you, Louise?” she asked, her trembling finger only inches away from the teenager’s anus.

“Yes ... I mean ... I don’t know. Yes, yes touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, I ...”

“Has anyone ever touched your bottom? Or anywhere else?”

“No, never.”

“What do you want me to do to you, Louise?”

“Just touch me,” she whispered, stretching her firm buttocks wider apart. “Touch my bottom.”

Running her fingertip of the girl’s anus, Annabelle tried to deny the pleasure she was deriving from the illicit act. This was so very wrong, she knew as she licked her finger and massaged her saliva into the girl’s delicate anal tissue. Louise didn’t really want this, and it wasn’t an act Annabelle had wished to commit. Or was it? she wondered, slipping the tip of her finger into the rosebud of the girl’s tight bottom-hole. Easing her finger gently into the hot duct of her rectum, Annabelle watched her brown ring opening, the delicate tissue hugging the knuckle of her intruding finger.

“Are you all right?” she asked the girl.

“I ... I don’t know. Why am I doing this?”

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“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no ... It’s all right.”

Her finger absorbing the fiery heat of the girl’s rectal flesh, Annabelle massaged the dank walls of her tight tube. There was no denying the immense pleasure she was deriving from fingering a young girl’s bottom-hole. The tightness of her anal duct around her intruding finger, the tremendous heat of her inner flesh ... Slipping her finger out of her anus, she moved forward and tentatively licked the girl there, savouring the bittersweet taste of her delicate brown tissue.

Gasping, Louise began to tremble as the beautiful sensations transmitted deep into her bowels.

Heightening the girl’s pleasure, and her own, Annabelle drove the tip of her tongue into the teenager’s rectum.

“No,” Louise murmured, releasing her buttocks.

“Open your bum,” Annabelle breathed. “Open it wide for me.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not? You do like it, don’t you?”

“Well, yes, but ...”

“Then open your bum-hole as wide as you can and allow me to tongue you.”

It was strange to think that Louise seemed to want an anal tonguing and yet ... Perhaps a battle was raging in her mind, Annabelle mused, slipping her tongue into the girl’s anal hole as she parted her rounded buttocks again. Perhaps her conscious was battling with the unseen force.

But what was the force? Annabelle again wondered, pushing her wet tongue deeper into Louise’s 50

rectal sheath. Her lips pressed hard against the teenage girl’s brown ring, she sucked hard, delighting in the bittersweet taste of her most intimate hole.

“Louise,” she murmured, moving back and licking her lips as she had an idea. “Stand on that black cloth, in the centre of the ring of candles.”

“Why?” the girl asked, standing upright. “What is it? What’s it for?”

“It’s ... it’s a game. Stand on the cloth and I’ll show you.”

Slipping out of her dressing gown as Louise stood on the cloth, Annabelle lit the candles.

If there
was
an unseen force, it would be interesting to see what happened to Louise, how she reacted. Sitting on her heels, Annabelle looked up at the curvaceous girl’s naked body, wondering whether she should mutter some words of lesbian lust. Knowing that dabbling with the unknown was dangerous, Annabelle reckoned that she could easily pull the girl off the cloth if things went wrong. The power, whatever it was, only seemed to be concerned with sex. There was no real danger, she was sure.

“What do I have to do?” Louise asked, looking down at the flickering candles.

“Just wait,” Annabelle replied. “What are your thoughts? What’s on your mind?”

“Er ... I’m thinking about ... about sex,” she breathed hesitantly. “A candle in my bottom, stretching my bottom wide open. Your tongue inside my pussy. I want you to spank me, spank me hard. Bite my nipples hard.”

“Have you ever thought about his sort of thing in the past?”

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“No, no I haven’t. I want you to put me across your knee and spank my bare bottom really hard. And then you can shave my dirty little cunt. Shave my cunt hairs and fuck me with your fingers.”

Frowning, Annabelle knew that these weren’t Louise’s words. So where were they coming from? Perhaps the girl had heard such words during her short life and they’d lodged somewhere in the dark depths of her subconscious. Either that, or the words were coming from an unseen entity. This wasn’t black magic, Annabelle knew. This was one specific entity, one unseen being trying to live out its sexual fantasies through anyone it could get hold of.

Gasping as the girl picked up a candle and ran the flame back and forth beneath the brown teat of her erect nipple, Annabelle wondered what the hell she was trying to do. Grinning, Louise ran the flame beneath each elongated nipple in turn. Her gasps of pain and pleasure resounding around the room, she placed the candle on the cloth between her feet and squatted with the flame about six inches from the wings of her protruding inner lips.

“Louise, what are you trying to do?” Annabelle asked as the girl lowered her naked body, the flame dangerously close to her vulval flesh.