Wicked Obsession (2 page)

Anne wondered about confronting them, but she wasn’t in the mood for an argument. Besides, they’d only lie their way out of trouble. Walking back to the pub, she felt her stomach churning. Hayley was a bitch, she thought as she walked up to the bar and ordered a large vodka and tonic. And Dave was a bastard. He must have thought that Hayley was more fun to be with, Anne reflected. She had a new car and money … And her tits were bigger. Was that what Dave liked? Big tits? How could her sister steal her boyfriend? Anne mused angrily.

Taking her drink to a table, she slumped down as one of Dave’s friends noticed her and smiled. He was in his early fifties and more of a hanger-on than an actual part of Dave’s group, but he’d always seemed
nice
enough. Grabbing his beer from the bar, he walked over to her table and asked her where Dave was. This was all she needed, Anne thought, shrugging her shoulders as he sat down opposite her. Again asking her about Dave, he lowered his gaze to her ripe nipples where they were clearly defined by the tight material of her T-shirt.

‘He’s out with some other girl, I reckon,’ she finally muttered.

‘What?’ the man said. ‘You mean you two have split up?’

‘I mean he’s screwing someone else behind my back.’

He looked genuinely surprised. ‘Blimey, that’s not like Dave,’ he breathed.

‘You obviously don’t know him, Alan.’

‘Who is the girl? Anyone I know?’

‘She’s my sister.’

‘Your sister? Wow, I can’t believe it.’ Again, Alan looked down at her nipples and smiled. ‘So, are you … I mean, now that you’re not with Dave …’

‘Are you asking me out?’ Anne interrupted him. Deciding that she needed some excitement, she licked her succulent lips. ‘Are you asking me out?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, but I think I’m a little too old for you,’ he returned with a chuckle. ‘You wouldn’t want to go out with an old guy like me, would you?’

Anne felt defiant in the despair of her betrayal. ‘I might,’ she breathed, her brown eyes smiling.

‘Well, in that case …’

‘Where are you going to take me?’

‘What?’

‘You’re asking me out and I’m saying yes. So, where are you going to take me?’

‘Well, I …’

‘I want you to take me to the derelict house in the woods. Do you know it?’

‘Yes, but … That’s a strange place to go.’

‘It’s a lovely evening and I like the woods. I love the smell of the pine trees and the wild flowers.’

‘OK, if that’s what you want.’

‘They say that the house is haunted.’

‘Right, let’s go ghost hunting.’

Finishing her drink, Anne felt a lot better as she left the pub with Alan. She’d rather hoped that Dave would see her as she grabbed Alan’s hand and walked down the lane to the woods, but he was probably too busy screwing Hayley to give Anne a thought. Following a narrow path through the undergrowth, Anne breathed in the scent of the pine trees. She’d always loved the woods, and had often played there and picked wild flowers when she’d been younger. But she’d rarely gone into the derelict house because the ghost stories had worried her. Was it really haunted? she wondered, trying to push thoughts of Dave and Hayley from her mind.

‘I haven’t been here for years,’ Alan said as they reached the house. ‘This place must have been derelict for ever. I used to play war games here when I was a kid.’

‘What games do you want to play now?’ Anne asked him impishly.

He grinned as he looked her up and down. ‘Anything. I don’t mind.’

‘How about role-play?’

‘Role-play?’

‘Yes. You go into the house and I’ll knock on the door pretending to be lost.’

‘OK, but … Then what happens?’

Anne licked her full lips again and grinned at him. ‘You invite me in and take advantage of me,’ she breathed huskily.

Alan flashed her a look of puzzlement. ‘Take advantage of you?’ he murmured.

‘Pick me like a wild flower and breathe in my scent.’

‘Hang on, I’m not with you.’

‘You play the role of a dirty old man and you force me to have sex with you,’ she explained.

‘Oh, er … yes, I see.’ He chuckled. ‘I won’t have to
play
the role of a dirty old man because I
am
one.’

‘You’re up for it, then?’

‘Yes, yes, of course.’

Anne felt her stomach somersault as Alan went into the house. She’d always loved role-playing, but she’d never involved sex in her games. She realised that she was only doing this to get back at Dave but, if Alan acted his part properly, she was going to have some excitement at long last. This was far better than sitting in the pub, she reflected, wondering whether Dave had pumped his sperm into Hayley’s pussy and was now waiting for her in the pub. How long had this been going on? How could Hayley betray her little sister like this? Dave was a bastard, Anne thought angrily. He’d had his chance, and he’d blown it.

Her clitoris stirring as she imagined a man in his fifties pulling her knickers down and gazing at her teenage pussy, Anne felt an ache in her lower stomach. She’d masturbated regularly, but she’d longed for the feel of a hard cock stretching her young vagina wide open. Her fingers had brought her amazing orgasms, but they were no substitute for a cock or a lapping tongue. Sex was becoming a distant memory, she mused as she walked up to the house and tapped on the front door. But, hopefully, that was about to change.

‘Yes?’ Alan said, opening the door.

‘I’m lost,’ Anne sighed. ‘I need to use your phone.’

‘You’d better come in,’ he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the hallway. ‘Come through to the lounge.’

‘Do you live here alone?’ she asked him, again hoping that he’d play his part properly as they went into the front room.

‘Yes, I do.’ Alan closed the door and looked her up and down. ‘You can use my phone, but I want something in return.’

‘I … I don’t have any money.’

‘I don’t want money.’

‘I don’t understand. If you don’t want money, what do you want?’

‘I want to look at your body,’ he breathed.

‘No, no …’

‘Take your knickers off,’ he ordered her. ‘Take them off, or I’ll rip them off.’

Anne concealed a grin as she reached beneath her short skirt and tugged her wet knickers down to her knees. She knew that she should have prolonged the game, but her arousal was rising fast and she didn’t want to waste time. As Alan stared at the small stain in the crotch of her knickers, she knew that his arousal would also be running high. He must have thought this was his lucky day, she mused as he licked his lips. Wondering how big his cock was as he told her to lift her skirt up, she thought that he was pretty good-looking for his age. His greying hair swept back, his dark eyes sparkling lustfully, he wasn’t at all bad-looking. Gazing at the bulge in his trousers, she knew that he was waiting in anticipation as she lifted her skirt slowly.

Anne had never dreamed of behaving like a slut in the past but, now that her sister and her boyfriend had betrayed her, she’d decided to cast her fate to the
wind
. Finally pulling her skirt high up over her stomach and displaying her neatly trimmed pubes to Alan’s wide eyes, she felt her stomach somersault again. But, not wanting to spoil the game by revealing her arousal, she tugged her skirt down and covered her face with her hands as if she was crying.

‘I want to go home now,’ she whimpered.

‘How can you go home if you’re lost?’ Alan asked her. Again, he focused on the stain in the crotch of her knickers. ‘You’re a naughty little girl and I’m going to have to punish you,’ he said sternly.

‘But, I haven’t done anything wrong.’

‘I’ll be the judge of that. Bend over the back of that chair.’

Stepping out of her knickers and taking her position over the back of an old armchair, Anne suddenly wondered what the hell she was playing at. Alan was in his fifties, older than her father, and she was inviting him to push his cock deep into her teenage vagina. Coming to her senses, she was about to stand upright and put a stop to the game when his hand landed squarely across the firm flesh of her naked buttocks with a loud slap. The second slap was harder but, strangely, Anne found the pain pleasurable. She could feel her clitoris swelling, her juices of lust seeping between the unfurling petals of her inner lips, as Alan repeatedly spanked her naked bottom. This was a new experience, Anne thought as the spanking continued and her ripe clitoris called for attention. A new and very exciting experience.

‘You’re not lost, are you?’ he finally asked her, halting the spanking. ‘You came here for sex, didn’t you?’

‘No, I … I’m lost and …’

‘You came here because you wanted me to open your little cunt and fuck you.’

Her stomach fluttering, Anne was loving the role-play game. ‘Please, I have to go home now,’ she whimpered.

‘You’re not going anywhere. Not until you’ve had my hard cock up your tight little girlie cunt. Why aren’t you wearing a bra?’

‘Because I—’

‘Because you like older men looking at your tits?’

‘No, please – I have to go home.’

Yanking Anne upright, Alan spun her round and lifted her T-shirt. He liked what he saw, she knew as he gazed longingly at her firm mounds, her erect nipples rising from the darkening discs of her areolae. Reaching out and squeezing each rounded breast in turn, he licked his lips again. Her nipples elongated in the relatively cool air of the house and she hoped that he’d suck on her sensitive milk teats as she jutted her breasts out. Hayley’s breasts were bigger, Anne thought, recalling the occasions when her sister had come out of the bathroom and deliberately lowered her towel to show off her mammary globes. Hayley had everything, and now she had Dave.

As Alan lowered his head and sucked a ripe nipple into his mouth, Anne breathed heavily in the grip of her arousal. Her sensitive milk teat painfully hard, she closed her eyes as he licked and sucked and sank his teeth gently into the brown budlet. Why couldn’t Dave have done this? she wondered. Were her tits too small for him? Was she too young for him? Wasn’t she sexy enough? Alan obviously liked younger girls, she thought happily as he mouthed and suckled like a babe at the breast.

Her nipple slipped out of his mouth as he stood upright and pushed her over the back of the chair, and she knew that he was about to drive his solid cock deep into the neglected sheath of her yearning
vagina
. He was an old man, she thought as his fingers slipped between the tops of her slender thighs and massaged the swell of her full pussy lips. He was almost old enough to be her grandfather, but that didn’t bother her. He had a cock, and that was all that mattered.

Unzipping his trousers and pinning Anne down over the back of the chair, Alan grabbed his solid cock by the root and pressed his purple plum between her parted thighs. Anne could feel the hard shaft of his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy, and she parted her feet wider to allow him access to her dripping vaginal hole.

It had been so long, she reflected dreamily as Alan’s bulbous knob nestled between the fleshy cushions of her outer labia. His swollen globe slid into the tight duct of her vagina, the stretching sensations driving her wild, and she let out a rush of breath. This was heaven, Anne mused, her sex sheath opening as the man’s cock drove slowly into her young body. His knob finally came to rest against her ripe cervix, her vaginal muscles tightening around his rock-hard shaft, and she gripped the arms of the chair.

‘Do it,’ she gasped, forgetting about the game as he withdrew slowly. ‘Fuck me really hard.’

‘I had no idea that you were a horny little slut,’ Alan breathed, ramming the entire length of his solid organ deep into Anne’s contracting vaginal sheath. ‘Why the hell did Dave go off with your sister?’

‘He never wanted me,’ she replied, wishing that Dave could see her now. ‘We’ve never had sex.’

‘The man must be mad.’

Anne tried not to think about Dave as Alan gripped her shapely hips and found his shafting rhythm. Dave had chosen to lie and cheat, and their
relationship
of only three weeks was over. It was his loss, she thought as she listened to the squelching sounds of her lubricious pussy-milk. She now had a man, a real man who enjoyed sex. Although he was older than her father and she knew that she shouldn’t be with him, she didn’t care. Alan knew how to please a girl, she thought as her clitoris swelled against the pussy-wet shaft of his thrusting cock. He had experience, and he knew how to fuck a young woman.

This was nothing more than a fuck, Anne knew as Alan increased his shafting rhythm and uttered crude words about her young body. There was no love, no strings. Had she loved Dave? she wondered. She was too young to love anyone, she concluded as her vaginal muscles tightened again around Alan’s thrusting cock. As long as Alan was around to satisfy her, she didn’t need love. She didn’t even know whether or not he was married, but it didn’t matter. If he had a wife waiting at home for him, that was his problem.

His sperm jetted from his throbbing knob, lubricating their illicit coupling, and he repeatedly rammed his massive organ deep into her trembling body with a vengeance. Anne’s orgasm erupting within the pulsating bulb of her solid clitoris, shaking her young body to the core, she squirmed and cried out in the grip of her illicit ecstasy. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed a solid cock deep inside her pussy, she reflected again in her sexual delirium. It had been too long since her teenage pussy had been pumped full of creamy-fresh spunk. Reaching behind her back, she vowed not to go for so long without sex again as she parted the swollen lips of her vagina and allowed Alan deeper access to her tight sheath. Never again would she go without a hard cock and a good helping of spunk.

‘God, you’re hot and tight,’ he gasped. ‘I’d forgotten how tight young girls are.’

‘And I’d forgotten what a hard cock feels like,’ she cried as her orgasm peaked. ‘Talk dirty to me. Treat me like a filthy little whore.’

Anne listened to his crude words as her young body jolted with his penile thrusts.
Dirty little slut, common whore, tight-cunted bitch, filthy tart
… Her eyes rolling, she again wondered why Dave hadn’t wanted sex with her. She was attractive, she loved sex – Hayley must have been a better fuck, she thought as her climax peaked. Hayley was better at everything. She was also a bitch. But now Anne had a real man to satisfy her. All Hayley had was Dave, and he had no experience, he hadn’t got a clue how to pleasure a girl.