Wicked Obsession (7 page)

Anne lifted her short skirt up and slipped her hand down the front of her wet knickers as she watched the lesbian sex show. Stifling her gasps of pleasure as she massaged the solid bulb of her sensitive clitoris, she wondered what it would be like to lick another girl’s pussy. Although she didn’t want to experience lesbian sex, she imagined a girl’s tongue snaking around her erect clitoris and delving deep into her hot vaginal hole. Sex without a cock, she thought, again wondering what pussy milk tasted like. Did they use dildos?

The blonde girl squirmed on the mattress and cried out as her orgasm erupted, and Anne began to wonder whether she should experiment sexually with another girl. There’d be no harm in trying, she mused dreamily as she massaged her erect clitoris faster. Her orgasm nearing, she felt her sex juices flooding from her contracting vagina and soaking her knickers. The lubricious milk ran down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs and she trembled uncontrollably as her orgasm erupted within the pulsating bulb of her clitoris.

Her legs sagging beneath her, she leaned against the wall and again stifled her gasps of pleasure as she rode the crest of her orgasm. She needed to feel a wet tongue between her swollen pussy lips, she mused as her hot milk spewed from her vaginal sheath. But she knew that she was going to have to wait until the evening before enjoying Alan’s and then Rick’s oral attentions. Accidentally falling against the door, she slipped her hand out of her knickers as the door banged against the wall with a dull thud.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ the dark-haired girl yelled, leaping off the mattress and grabbing Anne’s arm.

‘I was just—’ Anne began as she was dragged into the room.

‘Just spying on us?’ the blonde cut in.

‘What are we going to do with her?’ the other girl breathed, forcing Anne onto the mattress.

‘We’ll have to teach her a lesson.’

‘I won’t say anything,’ Anne said shakily. ‘Let me go and—’

‘You’ll go blabbing your mouth off if we let you go.’

‘No, I won’t.’

‘Help me get her knickers off,’ the blonde said. ‘We’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget.’

Anne struggled to break free as the girls almost tore her knickers off but she was no match for them. On her back with her legs held apart and her sex crack blatantly exposed, she felt acutely embarrassed as the girls commented on her creamy-wet pussy lips. She was going to have to endure lesbian sex, she thought apprehensively as the blonde girl positioned herself between her splayed thighs. She should never have spied on the girls but, as the blonde kissed and licked the swollen lips of her young pussy, she felt a quiver run through her young womb.

The girl licked and slurped between the swollen lips of Anne’s pussy, and her struggling became perfunctory as her arousal heightened. Why fight? she thought as her womb contracted. The girls wanted to pleasure her, not harm her, so why fight them? Relaxing as the blonde’s tongue lapped at her wet vaginal entrance and repeatedly swept over the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris, she breathed deeply and slowly. She felt calm and tranquil as never before, but she reminded herself that this was simply sex and that she wasn’t a lesbian.

‘Have you ever had a girl lick you?’ the dark-haired lesbian asked her.

‘No,’ Anne breathed softly as the blonde’s wet tongue ran up and down her open valley.

‘We’d better initiate you,’ the other girl said with a giggle as she knelt astride Anne’s face. ‘Go on, lick my cunt.’

Anne breathed heavily through her nose as the girl pressed the wet lips of her teenage pussy hard against her mouth. Breathing in the scent of the lesbian’s open sex valley, she knew that she had no choice other than to commit the Sapphic sex act. As she tentatively pushed her tongue out and lapped the brunette’s hot milk, she thought the taste was quite agreeable. She’d often sucked her fingers after massaging deep inside her vagina and had loved the tangy flavour, but this was another girl’s pussy cream and, to her amazement, she was pleasantly surprised by the taste.

She hadn’t expected this, Anne reflected as the blonde’s tongue entered the creamy-wet sheath of her young vagina. Her clitoris responded to the lesbian licking and she felt her young womb contract and her juices of arousal flow. She realised that she was enjoying the feel of another girl’s tongue delving deep into her tightening vagina. Savouring the dark-haired girl’s pussy milk, she pushed her tongue into her open sex hole and lapped fervently. Never in a million years would she have thought that she’d be enjoying sex with two girls. But she’d had no choice, she tried to console herself. This was forced sex – she wasn’t a lesbian.

As two fingers drove deep into her contracting vagina, Anne arched her back and breathed heavily through her nose. Her clitoris sucked into the blonde’s hot mouth, she knew that she’d soon be writhing in the grip of her first lesbian-induced orgasm. Would she meet the girls again? she wondered
as
she sucked the brunette’s clitoris into her hot mouth. Repeatedly sweeping her tongue over the solid protrusion, she knew that she’d meet the girls for lesbian sex again. This was only sex, she thought dreamily. She wasn’t a lesbian – was she?

Her orgasm erupting, shaking her young body to the core, Anne sucked and mouthed on the other girl’s clitoris and took her to her earth-shuddering climax. Writhing on the mattress, lost in her sexual delirium, she reached up and squeezed the firm mounds of the girl’s breasts and pinched her ripe nipples to add to her pleasure. The three-way coupling was driving her wild: her mouth flooded with orgasmic milk as she thought how soft and gentle girls were, compared to men. Alan and Rick had been good, she reflected in the grip of her orgasm. But the feel of another girl’s tongue, the loving gentleness of the forbidden act … Bisexual. The word played on her mind as she sucked on the brunette’s pulsating clitoris.

‘Wow, you were good,’ the dark-haired girl breathed. ‘That was brilliant.’

‘Would you like to join us again?’ the blonde asked Anne, sitting upright and licking her juice-glossed lips. ‘We come here most days in our lunch break.’

Anne propped herself up on her elbows as the brunette sat beside her. ‘I don’t know,’ she breathed, the taste of female sex milk lingering on her tongue. ‘I’m not a lesbian.’

‘We’re not lesbians, either,’ the blonde said, with a giggle. ‘We both have boyfriends but … well, there’s nothing like another girl’s tongue.’

‘We’d better get going,’ the other girl said, leaping off the mattress and grabbing her clothes.

Anne wasn’t sure what to say as the girls dressed. She clambered to her feet, slipped her knickers up her
long
legs and waited by the door. Should she meet them again? she wondered. She’d certainly enjoyed her initiation into lesbian sex, but she felt uneasy about her new-found pleasure. Her uncharacteristic emotions worried her as she watched the girls kissing passionately. This wasn’t right, she thought as her clitoris swelled. Male and female fit but … but she couldn’t deny the immense pleasure she’d derived from the three-way lesbian coupling.

‘Will you be here tomorrow?’ the blonde asked her. ‘By the way, I’m Dee and this is Angela.’

‘I’m Anne,’ she breathed. ‘Yes, yes – I’ll be here tomorrow.’

‘That’s good. I’ll look forward to sucking your little tits.’

‘So will I,’ Angela chipped in.’

‘You mentioned that you had boyfriends,’ Anne said. ‘Do you share them? I mean …’

‘No, never,’ Dee replied. ‘We’re going to be late. By the way, shave your pussy. See you tomorrow.’

Anne closed her eyes as Dee locked her full lips to hers and kissed her. She could taste her own pussy juice as the girl’s tongue slipped into her mouth, and she wondered what she’d got herself into. Then Angela kissed her, and she felt her stomach flutter. A battle between right and wrong raging in her tormented mind, she was pleased when the girls finally left. She grabbed her bag, ambled down the stairs and stepped out into the sunshine. She wasn’t sure how she felt as she sat on the grass and recalled the lesbian acts she’d indulged in. These were new and confusing emotions, and Anne found herself lost in her swirling thoughts.

She began to think about her teenage body and how she could not only lure men into having sex with her, but attract other girls too. Hayley wouldn’t have
indulged
in lesbian sex, she thought. She was too refined and perfect to do such naughty things. But was it really that bad to have sex with another girl? After all, it was only fun, and most gratifying. But Anne still found her predicament confusing. What if word got out? she wondered. What would people think of her?

It was her life, she decided. What other people thought didn’t matter. As long as she was enjoying her teenage years, then what the hell? Besides, no one would discover the shocking truth. Shocking. Anne mulled over the word and realised that her behaviour
had
been shocking. Her mother would definitely be shocked if she discovered that her young daughter had been entwined in lust with two other girls. But the experience had been immensely exciting, and she knew that she’d meet the girls at the house again for another session of girl-sex.

Sitting with her chin resting on her knees, Anne smiled as blades of grass tickled the smooth flesh either side of her tight knickers. She was becoming more aware of her young body, the pleasures it could give her, and she slipped her wet knickers off and allowed the grass to tease the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her crack opening, she breathed deeply as her inner lips emerged as if seeking the blades of grass. She looked down between her knees at the swell of her outer lips and smiled as she imagined shaving her pussy.

It might be fun to have no pubes, Anne mused as she picked a nearby flower and stroked her unfurling inner lips with the soft petals. Her clitoris swelled, her juices of arousal flowed, and she realised that she’d never given sex so much thought before. But her inner desires had been stirred, woken from the deep, and she knew that she’d never look back. It was as if
she’d
only just discovered sex, she reflected dreamily as she tickled the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris with the flower.

Hearing voices, Anne grabbed her knickers and bag and dived into the bushes beneath the front room window of the house. Spying from her hide, she frowned as she gazed at Alan and another man walking towards the house. What was Alan up to? she wondered as they stood by the front door. Why take someone else to their secret place? Keeping perfectly still, she listened to their conversation.

‘She’s eighteen,’ Alan said. ‘And she’s a right little slut. She loves spanking and pissing and—’

‘You’ve already told me all this,’ the man cut in with a chuckle. ‘What I want to know is, will she let me fuck her?’

‘And I’ve already told you, Brian. I don’t know. She has a boyfriend but she’s happy to meet me here for sex so she’s pretty free with her body. I’ll have to play it by ear, mention that I have a friend who might want to join in and see how she reacts. Hopefully, she’ll meet me here this evening.’

‘Will it be OK if I hide somewhere and watch?’

‘Yes, no problem. Come into the house and I’ll show you the front room.’

Anne left her hide and slipped away as the men went into the house. Walking along the path through the trees, she couldn’t believe that Alan wanted to share her with this man Brian who must have been in his late sixties. More confused than ever, she wondered what to do as she headed home. Two men, she mused, her stomach fluttering, her young womb contracting. Two men, two hard cocks … Things were going to get out of hand, she knew as she reached her house and closed the front door behind her. Fortunately, no one was home so she dashed up
the
stairs to her bedroom and dumped her bag on the floor. Lesbian sex, sex with Alan and Rick … Things
were
out of hand.

Anne tossed her wet knickers into her wash basket, lifted her short skirt and gazed at her pubic curls. Should she shave? she wondered, recalling the lesbian’s words. Her curls would soon grow back, she thought, lowering her skirt and wandering into the bathroom. She grabbed a tube of hair-removing cream from the shelf, knowing that it belonged to Hayley. Her sister wouldn’t miss a little bit, she mused, lifting her skirt and massaging the cream into the swell of her outer lips and the gentle rise of her mons.

Anne waited for ten minutes and then wiped the cream away with a damp flannel. The transformation was incredible, she thought as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her outer lips were bald and smooth to the touch and her inner lips protruded alluringly from her naked crack. Running her fingertips over her bald flesh, she wondered what Alan would think of her new look. But if she went to the house to meet him that evening, she knew that the other man would be watching her.

The notion excited her. She lowered her skirt, returned to her room and grabbed a clean pair of knickers from her drawer. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the smooth cotton material glided up her long legs and caressed the hairless lips of her pussy. She felt highly aroused as she walked around her room. Her succulent sex lips tingling, her clitoris swelling, she knew that she had to go to the house and meet Alan. Her clean knickers were already wetting with her juices of arousal as she imagined slipping her clothes off, knowing that an old man was spying. He’d gaze at her naked body, her petite
breasts
, her hairless pussy and … and he’d want to fuck her.

Her quest had been to get her own back on Hayley, Anne reflected as she lay on her bed. But meeting Alan and his friend for sex had nothing to do with Hayley and she knew that she was going way off track. But the excitement, the danger … She was discovering a deeper, darker side to her character. As she fell into a deep sleep, she knew that she was discovering sex.

‘Oh, you’re home,’ her mother said as she appeared in the doorway.

‘Yes, I … I was just …’ Anne stammered. ‘What time is it?’

‘Getting on for six. How was college?’

‘Er … fine.’

‘Are you all right, Anne? Only you look terribly guilty.’