Wicked Obsession (23 page)

‘I’ll see Dave, and then we’ll see the vicar.’

Anne knew that she had to get to Dave before Hayley went blabbing her mouth off to him about love. Walking along the narrow path through the trees, she reckoned that he wouldn’t be around until the evening. He’d probably go to the pub at five o’clock, by which time Hayley would be there waiting for him. Alan would be in the pub too and Brian might be there and … Coming up with an idea as they reached their house, she went up to the bathroom.

‘The vicar just called,’ she said, leaving the bathroom and finding Hayley in her bedroom. ‘He wants us there at six this evening.’

‘Can’t we go later?’ the girl sighed. ‘I wanted to talk to Dave first.’

‘I can see that Dave is going to ruin our business plans,’ Anne said. ‘What do I do, tell the vicar that we can’t make it?’

‘Tell him that we’ll be there at seven. That’ll give me an hour with Dave.’

‘He wants us there at six, Hayley. Look, maybe we should call the whole thing off. I’ll go alone to see the vicar and you … you go and talk love with Dave.’

‘No, I—’

‘If you want to stay in debt, that’s your problem. I’m only trying to help you, and I can’t do that with Dave on the scene.’

‘I only want an hour with him.’

‘All right, meet Dave at seven o’clock. That’ll give us an hour with the vicar, which should be long enough.’

‘OK, I’ll be at the church at six.’

Anne had no ulterior motive – she genuinely wanted to help her sister. She could have worked alone and
made
a fortune, but she didn’t want to see Hayley go bankrupt. She spent the day resting in her room and finally left at five-thirty and walked to Dave’s house. She had no idea what her plan was, but she hoped to at least keep him away from the pub until she came up with something. She waited a few yards from his house – she knew that he always went to the pub at five so it would be easy enough to waylay him and lure him to the park. Hayley wouldn’t be in the pub until seven, she thought, checking her watch. Where the hell was Dave? she wondered as the time passed. Five-fifteen, five-twenty …

‘Hi,’ she called as he finally walked towards her.

‘Oh, hi,’ he said, smiling at her. ‘Where are you off to?’

‘I was just passing. Are you going to the pub?’

‘Yes, I’ve had a hectic day and I need to relax. How’s Hayley?’

‘I don’t know, I haven’t seen her today. Dave, would you like to go to the park with me?’

‘No, I need a drink. Maybe some other time.’

‘Dave, we need to talk.’

‘What about? Can’t we talk in the pub?’

‘We could, but people will be around.’

‘I’m going to ask Hayley to come to the pub,’ Dave persisted. ‘I need to talk to her about …’

‘Hayley is in London,’ Anne lied. ‘She’s arranging her marriage.’

‘I don’t think that she wants to get married. She was talking to me yesterday about it, and I don’t think … I reckon that she wants to be with me.’

‘You’ve got it all wrong, Dave.’

‘No, I haven’t. She’s in a bad situation at the moment. She hasn’t told anyone else about it, but we had a long chat yesterday and she told
me
all about it. I know that I can help her.’

‘I know about her situation, Dave, and there’s nothing you can do to help her.’

‘I have some money saved and I’m soon to be promoted. I’ll get a flat and Hayley can come to live with me and—’

‘So you want to look after the baby?’

‘What?’ Dave gasped, frowning at her.

‘The baby, Dave. That’s why she’s getting married.’

‘But I thought … God, I didn’t know about that.’

‘Look, come to the park for a while and we’ll talk.’

‘OK,’ he finally conceded.

Heading for the park, Anne wondered why she was bothering to help Hayley get out of debt. She also wondered why she’d spun such a massive lie to Dave. He was bound to tell Hayley and all hell would be let loose. Reaching the park, she led Dave into the woods and sat on the grass in the clearing. He hovered, shuffling his feet and looking anxious as she rested her chin on her knees and displayed the bulging crotch of her tight knickers. This wasn’t the time for sex, she mused as he paced up and down.

‘I suppose that changes things,’ he finally said. ‘I didn’t realise that she was getting married because … I wish that she’d told me the truth.’

‘She hasn’t told anyone, Dave. And she won’t be at all pleased if you tell her that you know the truth. The best thing is to leave her alone, let her get on with her life.’

‘Yes, you’re right. Actually, there is another girl who’s been chasing after me. You don’t want me and neither does Hayley, so I might as well see her.’

‘What’s her name? Is she local?’

‘Yes, she goes to the college. Her name’s Dee.’

‘Oh, er …’ Anne stammered, recalling licking the girl’s wet pussy. ‘Yes, I think I know her. Where did you meet her?’

‘At the old house in the woods, of all places. I got talking to her and she said that she was waiting for a friend so I thought it wouldn’t go any further. She kept chatting me up, coming on strong and, as it turned out, her friend was another girl. I’ve seen her around the village a few times and … well, I might as well go out with her.’

‘Yes, that’s a good idea,’ Anne said. ‘Did you meet her friend?’

‘No, I didn’t. Apparently, they go to the house to do some ghost-hunting.’

‘I’ve seen a lot of things there but never ghosts. Anyway, I think that you’d be far better off with her than with Hayley.’

‘Yes, you’re right. Well, I’m off to the pub. Are you coming with me?’

‘No, I’ll … If you see Hayley, don’t mention anything.’

‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell her about our chat. Are you sure you don’t want a drink?’

‘No, I’m fine. I’ll just sit here for a while and chill out.’

‘OK – see you around.’

That was a relief, Anne thought as Dave left the clearing. Now she was free to run the business with her sister – and earn some real money. Leaving the clearing, she walked to the church and sat on the low wall. The next problem would be Hayley turning up at six o’clock, she thought, looking up and down the lane. She’d have to tell her that the vicar couldn’t make it and had arranged another evening. This was becoming complicated, she knew as Hayley walked towards her.

‘You look great,’ she said, admiring Hayley’s red miniskirt and leather boots.

‘Mum said that I was dressed like a tart,’ the girl
muttered
. ‘If only she knew how right she was. Shall we go into the church?’

‘Er, hang on,’ Anne said, following the girl up the path. ‘I was going to—’

‘Why are churches always so cold?’ Hayley cut in, walking down the aisle to the altar.

‘I suppose they’re old buildings. Hayley, I was going to say that—’

‘Good evening, girls,’ the vicar called, his face beaming as he emerged from his office.

‘Hi,’ Anne said. ‘Are you … are you ready for us?’

‘I’m always ready for two horny little sisters. I have plenty of money in the office, my cock is hard and … I’ll go and lock the doors and I’ll be right with you.’

Breathing a sigh of relief, Anne smiled at Hayley. Things couldn’t have worked out better, she reflected as the vicar walked towards them, wearing a huge grin. Hayley was up for it, the vicar had cash, and Dave wouldn’t present a problem now. Watching the vicar slip out of his cassock, Anne focused on his erect penis and grinned. Hayley also gazed at his cock, her blue eyes wide as his huge balls rolled. Passing each girl a leather strap, he clambered onto the altar and instructed them to whip his cock.

‘What?’ Hayley breathed, frowning at Anne.

‘Whip my cock,’ he repeated as he lay on his back with his member pointing to the church roof. ‘Give it a good whipping until it shoots spunk.’

‘If you say so,’ Anne murmured, raising the leather strap above her head.

‘Take it in turns,’ the vicar said. ‘First one, and then the other.’

Bringing the strap down across his solid cock, Anne giggled as his naked body jolted. Hayley then brought her strap down, the leather cracking loudly against the priest’s twitching shaft. His full balls
rolling
, his cock twitching, the girls took turns to lash his cock as he writhed in his illicit ecstasy on the altar. Anne didn’t think that he’d reach an orgasm by having his cock whipped, but she was more than happy to play the game. The loud cracks echoing around the church, his cock glowing a fire-red, he begged for more as the girls each lashed his swollen organ.

Anne stood back as Hayley seemed to lose control and whipped the vicar’s cock with a vengeance. Anne had never dreamed that her sister was like this, she reflected as the vicar gasped in the grip of his peculiar pleasure. Then again, working as a prostitute was the last thing on earth that Anne would have thought she’d do, let alone her sister. All this had started when she’d thought that Hayley had chased after Dave, she reflected as the vicar announced that he was about to spunk. What would have happened if she’d never suspected that her boyfriend was seeing her sister?

Hayley giggled as the vicar’s spunk jetted from his burning cock. Repeatedly bringing the leather strap down across his abused organ, she lashed his prick harder until he rolled onto his stomach and begged her to stop. Eyeing his naked buttocks, she repeatedly brought the strap down across his tensed flesh again and again, giggling as he writhed on the altar. Anne realised that Hayley was going too far and grabbed her arm, halting the gruelling thrashing as the vicar begged for mercy.

‘My God,’ the vicar cried, rolling onto his back. ‘That was a
real
thrashing.’

‘You can have more if you want,’ Hayley said, raising the leather strap high above her head.

‘No, no,’ he gasped. ‘Please, no more.’

‘What next?’ Anne asked him, gazing at his sperm-drenched
cock
and balls. ‘By the look of your cock, I don’t think you’re in a fit state to fuck us.’

‘I want Hayley,’ the priest gasped. ‘I want Hayley’s cunt in my mouth.’

Hayley stripped naked, exposing her hairless crack to her sister’s wide-eyed gaze as she clambered onto the altar and knelt astride the vicar’s face. Anne couldn’t believe that the other girl had shaved, but she was pleased to think that she was obviously settling in well to her new job. Watching as the vicar pushed his tongue into Hayley’s gaping sex hole, Anne was surprised by the puffiness of her sister’s sex lips. She was beautiful in every way, she mused as the vicar slurped and sucked. But she was also stone-broke.

Wondering how Hayley had got herself into her terrible financial position, Anne wandered into the vicar’s office and opened the desk drawer. The vicar would be too busy enjoying himself to notice that she’d gone, she was sure as she rummaged through the drawer. Grabbing a wad of cash, she found a brown envelope and opened it. Pulling out several photographs of the teenage lesbians writhing in ecstasy on the mattress in the derelict house, Anne wondered what other photos the priest had hidden away. He must have been hiding in the house, she thought, hoping that he hadn’t taken photos of
her
with the girls.

Hanging onto the cash and the photos, Anne went back to the altar to find Hayley in the middle of a massive orgasm. The vicar was drinking her sex milk, his cock as hard as rock as he gulped down her orgasmic offering. He was a dark horse, Anne thought, stuffing the cash and photos into her handbag. What else had he been up to? she wondered as Hayley leaned forward and sucked his ripe plum into
her
sperm-thirsty mouth. Slipping back to the office, Anne rummaged through the other drawers and discovered a half-written letter to the young lesbians.

‘Blackmail,’ she breathed as she read: ‘
Unless you share your young bodies with me, I’ll show the photographs to your parents and I’ll be going to your college and
…’ The vicar was a dangerous man, she thought angrily as she headed back to the altar. And dangerous men had to be dealt with. Watching her sister gulping down the priest’s spunk, Anne grabbed her camera from her handbag and took several photographs. Two can play at blackmail, she reflected, imagining the vicar’s bishop gazing at the lewd pictures.

Thinking again that the derelict house wasn’t a good place to take her clients, Anne grabbed a leather strap from the floor and gazed at the vicar’s flaccid cock as Hayley sat upright on his face. She was going to have to find somewhere else to entertain her clients, she thought as she brought the strap down across the limp shaft of his spent prick. The priest cried out through a mouthful of Hayley’s vaginal flesh as Anne repeatedly lashed his crimsoned cock. Begging for mercy, he tried to cover his genitalia with his hands, but Hayley grabbed his wrists and pinned him down.

‘Blackmail,’ Anne said, lashing his spunk-dripping cock. ‘You’re blackmailing two friends of mine.’

‘No, no,’ the man of God managed to gasp.

‘Dee and Angela?’

‘Oh, I … I was only …’

‘What’s this about?’ Hayley asked her sister.

‘The vicar has photographs of my lesbian friends and he’s threatened to tell their parents about them unless they have sex with him.’

‘Lesbian friends?’ Hayley echoed. ‘Er … anyone I know?’

‘I don’t think so. Why, are you interested?’

‘No, no,’ Hayley breathed, obviously lying. ‘I just wondered who they were.’

‘Please …’ the vicar cried as the strap once more lashed the swelling shaft of his fire-red cock.

‘What’s the matter, vicar?’ Anne asked him. ‘Don’t you like it?’

‘No, I …’

‘Let him go,’ Anne told Hayley. ‘I want him to do something for us.’

Freeing the man of God, Hayley grabbed her knickers and pulled them up her long legs as he almost fell off the altar and staggered on his trembling legs. Anne pulled a photograph from her handbag and held it up before the naked vicar. His stare darted between the picture and Anne – he obviously knew that he was in trouble. He stammered something incoherent as Hayley took the photo and gazed at the young girls’ bodies entwined in lesbian lust.

‘They’re beautiful,’ Hayley said softly.

‘They’re also being blackmailed,’ Anne murmured. ‘They’re just young girls, learning and experimenting with sex, and you come along with your sordid mind and—’