Dangerous Desires (9 page)

“The sandwiches are ready.”

“Yes, yes ... All right.”

Finally staggering back, the girl looked down at the fiery flesh of her young cunt as Annabelle’s sex-dripping fingers left her sheath of pleasure. Pulling her panties up her naked thighs, she trembled uncontrollable in the aftermath of her lesbian coming as Annabelle grinned at her. Her skirt tumbling over her inflamed sex crack, concealing the evidence of her massive 70

orgasm, she leaned on the dressing table to steady her quivering body. Tugging her short skirt up and revealing the wet crack of her vulva, Annabelle lay on her back on the bed with her feet on the floor.

“And now you can lick me,” she said huskily, parting the fleshy lips of her vagina with her slender fingers. “Lick my cunt and make me come in your mouth.”

“No,” Louise murmured. “My mother ...”

“We have a few minutes,” Annabelle returned.

“Yes, but ...”

“You know how much you want to suck my clitoris. Just do it, Louise. Lick my cunt.”

Kneeling on the floor, Louise ran her wet tongue up and down the burning valley of Annabelle’s vulva. The girl’s hot breath against her vulval flesh, Annabelle closed her eyes and revelled in the beautiful sensations as her clitoris ballooned and her lubricious juices of lust flowed. Again hearing Louise’s mother calling from the bottom of the stairs, Annabelle knew that they didn’t have a great deal of time. Listening to the slurping of Louise’s wet tongue as she lapped up the preorgasmic juices, Annabelle wallowed in the excitement, the danger of being caught.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her head lolling from side to side, her nostrils flaring, as the teenage girl repeatedly swept her tongue over the solid protuberance of her erect clitoris. Almost there, quickly nearing her sexual heaven, Annabelle dug her fingernails into the quilt as her womb rhythmically contracted and her juices of desire gushed from her neglected sex hole.

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Gasping as Louise’s fingers thrust deep into her tightening cunt, she finally reached her much-needed climax.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, her young body shaking violently as her pleasure erupted within the solid bulb of her palpitating clitoris. Fervently licking, sucking and fingering Annabelle’s hot cunt, Louise was obviously enjoying the lesbian act as she moaned through her nose. Annabelle decided that the next time she had the opportunity to use the girl for crude next, they’d lay on the bed naked and enjoy licking each other’s clitorises to orgasm. Picturing their naked bodies locked in lust, she stifled a scream as her orgasm peaked, shaking her young body and rocking her very soul. Grabbing the girl’s head, she ground her open cuntal flesh hard against her gobbling mouth as her pulsating clitoris pumped its pleasure deep into her young pelvis.

“No more,” she finally murmured, the inflamed sheath of her drenched cunt spasming fiercely. Her juices squelching as the girl’s fingers left her burning vaginal duct, Annabelle lifted her head and gazed at her lesbian lover’s sex-wet face as she sucked her fingers clean. Again, the girl’s mother called up the stairs as Louise clambered to her feet and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Climbing off the bed, Annabelle shuddered as her juices of love streamed down her inner thighs.

“We’d better go down stairs before your mother comes up here,” Annabelle said.

“Yes, yes,” Louise sighed. “I ... I’m not a lesbian,” she announced shakily. “What we did was ... I’m not a lesbian.”

“I didn’t say you were,” Annabelle laughed. “We enjoy sex, that’s all.”

“Yes, but ...”

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“Don’t think about it, Louise. Don’t try to work out your feelings. Just enjoy our relationship. Come on, we’d better go downstairs.”

Following Louise into the lounge, Annabelle reckoned that Jane was suspicious as she frowned at her flush-faced daughter. Ian was too busy looking out of the window for Alison to notice. No doubt the young girl would need the bathroom the minute she arrived, and Ian would make some excuse or other to go upstairs. Annabelle was surprised that Jane hadn’t thought it odd that the pair went upstairs on what must have been a regular basis. And Louise must have thought it strange that her friend needed the loo every time she called at the house. Sipping her cold beer, Annabelle watched Ian gazing out of the window, his wife hovering with a plate of sandwiches. They came across as a twee family, she mused. The daughter studying, the refined mother keeping a lovely home ... But there was more crude sex going on in that house than anyone would believe.

“Ah, here’s Alison,” Ian announced rather too excitedly, his face beaming. “I’ll go and let her in.” Again wondering whether Louise and Alison were having a lesbian affair, Annabelle could hardly wait to meet the teenage girl. Watching the door as she heard voices in the hall, she pondered on whether to inviting Louise and her young friend round one evening. If the girls weren’t having sex, they soon would be. Once Alison was sitting in the armchair, the power influencing her, she’d be licking and slurping at Louise’s sex crack within minutes.

Annabelle felt that things were getting out of hand as she imagined the teenagers putting on a lesbian show. The idea of the ritual had originally been to deal with Brian, but now? It was only sex, she consoled herself. There was nothing wrong with lesbian sex, two naked girls 73

entwined in lust, licking and sucking each other’s erect clitorises to orgasm ... Was anal fisting only sex? she wondered. Using the power to get her hands on two naked girls might have been unethical, but it would prove most interesting, she reflected as Ian led the girl into the room.

“Hi Alison,” Louise said excitedly, rising to her feet. “This is Annabelle, our neighbour.”

“Hi,” Alison trilled, her pretty face grinning at Annabelle.

“Pleased to meet you,” Annabelle breathed, scrutinising the young blonde’s slender body, her naked thighs revealed by her incredibly short skirt. “I’ve just moved in next door.”

“Would you like a drink?” Jane asked the pretty girl.

“No, thanks. I’ve been drinking far too much today as it’s so hot.”

“I’m just nipping upstairs,” Ian announced mysteriously, leaving the room.

Giving Ian a couple of minutes, Annabelle moved to the door and said that she needed the loo. Alison frowned, her pretty face depicting disappointment, concern, anxiety. Talking about drinking too much, she was obviously about to make the same excuse to go to the bathroom, but Annabelle left the room before she could say anything. Climbing the stairs and slipping into the bathroom, Annabelle locked the door and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It was incredible to think that Ian had made a hole in the wall to stick his cock through. It was a clever idea, Annabelle mused, pushing the mirror to one side as she wondered whether the day would come when his wife discovered his sordid secret

Eyeing the two-inch diameter hole, Annabelle stifled a giggle as she imagined Ian’s solid cock appearing, his purple plum pointing to the ceiling. Wondering where he’d got the idea from, she pictured Alison kneeling on the floor and taking his cockhead to the back of her throat. Did 74

the girl swallow his spunk? she wondered, her vaginal gully wetting as she waited for Ian to offer her his swollen knob. How many times had Alison sucked her friend’s father off? The situation was bizarre, she concluded.

Hearing a tapping sound on the wall, she knelt on the floor and tapped back. Hoping that she’d got the code right as she waited in anticipation, her eyes widened as Ian’s erect penis slipped through the hole. Eyeing the purple knob glistening in the light, she leaned forward and took his ripe plum into her hot mouth and sucked hard on his ballooning glans. Tonguing his sperm slit, savouring the salty taste of his purple cockhead, she breathed heavily though her nose as she imagined Ian quivering with pleasure in his adulterous act. Slipping his glans out of her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down his twitching shaft, sucking and biting his fleshy rod before engulfing his knob in her wet mouth again.

Although Ian recollected his time at her house, Annabelle wondered whether he remembered telling her about Alison and the hole in the wall. He’d asked her not to mention his visit to her house, but did he remember revealing his adulterous ways? When he’d talked about the hole in the wall and Louise’s friend sucking his cock, he’d appeared to be in a dream-like state. If he didn’t remember what he’d said, he’d be totally confused when he discovered that Annabelle had gone to the bathroom instead of Alison.

Annabelle was going to have some fun, she knew as Ian’s sperm gushed into her mouth.

Repeatedly swallowing hard, she licked his throbbing glans, running her tongue over his sperm slit as she drank from his orgasming knob. On and on his orgasmic flow gushed into her thirsty mouth, his solid shaft twitching, his glans throbbing as he drained his balls. Running her tongue 75

around the rim of his helmet, doing her best to swallow every drop of his male cream, she gobbled like a babe at the breast until she’d drained his balls and his penis began to deflate.

She was going to have for than fun, she mused, sinking her teeth into his shaft to hold him there. Visiting the house, she’d nip up to the bathroom and suck the spunk out of the man’s cock while his faithful little wife made tea and sandwiches. It might be interesting to tell Jane about the hole in the wall, she reflected, sucking the remnants of his spunk from his cock. That would be incredibly wicked, she knew. Wicked, but fun. Imagining there being a mix up and Ian’s daughter wandering into the bathroom and gazing at his erect cock sticking through the hole, she again sucked hard on the man’s softening knob.

Louise would have no reason to move the mirror, but Annabelle thought the set up somewhat dangerous. Jane might inadvertently move the mirror when cleaning the bathroom, she reflected, slipping the spent knob out of her mouth and rising to her feet. It would be pretty obvious that Ian had made the hole and used it for some sexual purpose or other. Watching the flaccid penis withdraw, Annabelle wiped the spilled sperm from her chin and climbed to her feet.

The taste of male orgasm lingering on her tongue, she slipped her hand up her short skirt and felt the wetness between her engorged pussy lips.

She needed sex, she knew as she repositioned the mirror and slipped out of the bathroom.

Dashing downstairs before Ian emerged from the bedroom, she sat in the armchair and licked her spunked lips as she grinned at Alison. The girl wouldn’t realized what had happened, she mused as she heard Ian coming down the stairs. Ian would believe that he’d filled Alison’s mouth with 76

sperm and ... When Alison told him that Annabelle had gone up to the bathroom, he’d wonder what the hell was going on. Unless he did recall telling Annabelle about the hole.

Annabelle knew that she had to discover more about the unseen force. If her victims recalled the crude sex, but not what they’d said while under the influence of the power ... The potential was amazing. Sex, money, secrets ... Annabelle could take what she wanted from her victims. But the chair with the hidden cloth and symbols had to be thoroughly tested first. Alison would make an ideal guinea pig, she decided, eyeing the firm flesh of the girl’s naked thighs.

“I haven’t been up to the bathroom yet,” Alison breathed, gazing at Ian as he walked into the room. “I’ll go now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Annabelle said. “You said that you’d been drinking a lot today. I should have let you go first.”

“You haven’t ...” Ian began, frowning at Alison. “But I thought that you just been upstairs?”

“I was about to when Annabelle went up.”

“Yes, but ...”

“We don’t have to discuss it,” Jane cut in. “Annabelle, would you like another beer?”

“No, thanks. I’d better get back as I have things to do. Would you girls like to come round to my place?” she asked, smiling at Louise. “You might give me some ideas about decorating.”

“All right,” Louise replied.

“Er ... Alison,” Ian began. “I thought you wanted to see the garden.”

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“Of course she doesn’t,” Jane laughed. “Teenage girls aren’t interested in gardening. You two go with Annabelle and help her with her decorating ideas.”

“Thanks for the drink,” Annabelle said, smiling at Jane.

“Do come round again.”

“Yes, I will. Right girls, come with me and give me some ideas on colour schemes.”

Leaving the house with her young victims in tow, Annabelle wondered what Ian must have been thinking. He’d be dripping in confusion, she reflected, leading the girls into her lounge. He obviously didn’t recall revealing his sordid secret, in which case Annabelle might learn something from Alison. Did the teenagers masturbate each other? she wondered, making sure that Alison sat in the armchair as Louise settled on the sofa. Did they lap up the hot sex-milk from each other’s pussies?

“I’m not sure what to do with this room,” she said, watching Alison closely. “I had thought about staining the floorboards but ...”

“I prefer fitted carpets,” Louise said.

“What do you think, Alison?” Annabelle asked.

“I ... I don’t know,” she replied hesitantly, parting her young thighs and displaying the bulging triangular crotch of her red panties.

“Are you all right?” Louise asked.

“Perhaps she’s not feeling well,” Annabelle proffered. “Go and sit with her.”

“Alison, are you OK?” Louise asked again, kneeling at the girl’s feet.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Do you want me to love you?”

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“Love me? Yes, love me.”

“Alison, why don’t you slip your panties off and allow Louise to kiss your pussy?”

“Yes, yes I will.”

Both girls obviously under the influence of the power, Annabelle watched Louise help her young friend slip her panties down her long legs. This was incredible, Annabelle mused as Alison parted her thighs wide, exhibiting her shaved vulval flesh. Watching Louise lower her head and run her tongue up and down the girl’s naked sex slit, she was delighted to think that her special chair would bring her all the sex she wanted. Wondering what secrets Alison harboured, she moved forward on the sofa and watched the lesbian licking.