Wicked Obsession (3 page)

‘We must do this again sometime,’ Anne gasped, her orgasm fading as Alan slowed his shafting rhythm.

He stilled his cock deep within her spasming vagina. ‘Really? You mean, you want to be with an old guy like me?’ he asked her.

‘Don’t stop. Fuck me nice and slow.’

His cock slid back and forth within her tight sex sheath, his sperm and her orgasmic milk squelching, and he massaged the tight ring of her anus with his thumb. This was heaven, Anne mused as the last ripples of orgasm pulsed from her clitoris. Had Dave taken her to the woods and fucked her rather than sitting in the pub talking to his mates about football … Dave was history, she thought as Alan finally slipped his deflating penis out of her sperm-bubbling vagina and helped her up.

‘You really want to see me again?’ he asked her incredulously.

‘You bet I do,’ Anne breathed, leaning on the back of the chair to steady her trembling body. ‘And I want you to fuck me senseless again.’

‘I would have thought that you’d want a young lad, not an old man like me.’

‘I want a cock, Alan,’ she returned impishly, grinning at him. ‘And your cock is perfect.’

‘Thanks for the compliment. Do you usually go with old men?’

‘No, I … Yes, I’ve been with a few. Older men are experienced, as you’ve just proved.’

‘I suppose we’ll have to keep this secret. I mean, you won’t want the lads in the pub knowing about us, will you?’

‘I don’t give a toss about them. Are you married?’

‘Well, yes, I am. Is that a problem?’

‘It might be for you, but it doesn’t bother me.’

‘No, no, it’s OK. I mean, I wouldn’t want my wife to know about us. I don’t suppose you have any photos I could have?’

‘Of me?’ she breathed, tugging her knickers up her slender legs.

‘Yes.’

‘Only old ones.’

‘Would you let me take some photos?’

‘If you want to.’

‘That’s great. I have a thing about young girls, if you know what I mean?’

‘I know exactly what you mean. Shall we go back to the pub? I could do with a drink.’

‘Yes, yes, of course.’

Anne rather liked the idea of posing nude for the camera. She also liked the idea of Dave seeing the photographs. Hoping that he was waiting in the pub for her, she became aware of sperm running down her inner thighs as she followed Alan out of the derelict house. She would have liked to have stayed at the house for a while longer and have sex with Alan again, but she wanted Dave to know that he wasn’t
the
only one who’d been fucking that evening. Wondering how good Hayley was, whether Dave had enjoyed fucking her, she knew that she was going to have to watch her back where her big sister was concerned. Hayley was a bitch.

Alan bought Anne a drink and hovered at the bar as Dave asked her where she’d been. She took her drink to a table and was fuming as Dave followed and sat opposite her. His tone was accusing, and she wondered how he had the nerve to question her, seeing as he’d been in the park with her sister. She thought how pathetic Dave was as he whined about the time and asked her again where she’d been. Then he asked her why she’d walked into the pub with Alan, and why Alan had bought her a drink. Anne smiled as sperm oozed from the inflamed sheath of her vagina and filled the crotch of her tight knickers. If only Dave knew, she thought wickedly as she sipped her drink. If only he knew that an old man had just fucked and spunked her senseless.

‘Well?’ he asked. ‘I’ve been waiting here for ages. Where have you been?’

‘Seeing as you went to the park with Hayley, I went to the woods with Alan,’ she returned triumphantly.

‘The woods?’ Dave’s eyes widened and then he frowned. ‘What did you go there for?’

‘I was a wild flower growing beneath the trees and Alan picked me.’

‘What?’

‘I went to the woods with Alan for the same reason that you went off with my sister.’

‘You wanted someone to talk to?’

She frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I went to the park with Hayley because I needed someone to talk to.’

‘Talk about what?’

‘About us, Anne. I wanted to know how you really felt about me, so I asked Hayley. The thing is … Seeing as you’re a virgin, I didn’t want us to have sex until I was sure that you were ready.’

‘A virgin?’

‘That’s what you told me when we first met.’

‘Oh, yes, yes, that’s right. But Hayley went running after you. I saw her chasing you down the street.’

‘I’d left my jacket over the banister at your house and she—’

‘So when you were in the park – you just talked?’

‘Yes. We were only there for about ten minutes and then she went to see her boyfriend.’

‘I didn’t know that she had a boyfriend.’

‘It’s her first date with him. What did you talk about with Alan?’

‘I … we just went for a walk. I like the woods and you weren’t in the pub, so we went for a walk.’

Anne’s stomach sank as Dave talked about his love for her and she caught Alan’s eye. He grinned at her, obviously recalling their time in the derelict house, and she felt like a common whore. She should never have jumped to conclusions, she reflected dolefully. But it was too late now. What was done was done, and she couldn’t change that. Dave started talking about sex, asking her whether she was ready to give up her virginity, and she cringed.

‘Yes, I’m ready,’ she replied softly as she noticed Alan whispering to one of Dave’s friends. ‘Not tonight, though.’

‘Oh, right. Tomorrow, maybe?’

‘I just want to ask Alan something,’ Anne said, leaving the table. ‘I’ll be back in a minute.’

Joining Alan at the bar, she took him aside and explained the mistake she’d made about Dave and
her
sister. She then asked him not to tell anyone about their time at the derelict house. He agreed, but said that he wanted to meet her there again the following evening. Anne bit her lip as she noticed Dave watching her. Consumed with guilt and remorse, she smiled at Dave. He’d only wanted to talk to Hayley, she reflected. He’d needed someone to talk to and … She’d made a huge mistake, she knew.

‘I’ll pull your wet knickers down tomorrow evening,’ Alan whispered.

‘I can’t,’ she said. ‘I made a mistake and—’

‘That was no mistake,’ he cut in. ‘You loved every minute of it, and so did I.’

‘Yes, but …’

‘But what? OK, so you’re back with Dave. We can still fuck, can’t we?’

‘Alan, I… I did enjoy it, but I can’t see you again. If Dave finds out …’

‘He won’t find out, Anne. Dave will never know. Meet me at the house tomorrow evening at six, OK?’

‘Alan, I—’

‘I’ll pull your wet knickers down and spank your bare bottom if you’re late. You like being spanked, don’t you?’

‘Yes, yes, I did like it. The thing is …’

‘I’ll spank your bare bottom and then give you a good seeing-to. We’ll play the game again. I’ll be a schoolteacher and you can be a naughty little girl and I’ll pull your wet knickers down and—’

‘Alan, people might hear you.’

‘I want you, Anne. I want to lick your beautiful little pussy and suck your clitoris and drink your girlie milk and—’

‘All right,’ she conceded as she became aware of her clitoris swelling.

‘Good girl. Don’t worry, this is our secret. The house will be our secret.’

‘Yes, yes OK.’

‘Are your knickers wet with my spunk?’

‘I’d better get back to Dave.’

‘All right, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

Her stomach churning as she joined Dave at the table, Anne couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to meet Alan again. She’d only had a couple of boyfriends before she’d met Dave, but she’d never two-timed them. Cheating slut, she thought as Dave talked about the future. Downing her drink, she asked him to buy her another one. This was a nightmare, she thought as he took her empty glass to the bar. Alan grinned at her again, and her gaze met his. He was old, she mused. But he was an attractive man. And his cock was huge and … She felt like a common whore as he winked at her.

She should have known that Hayley would never try to steal her boyfriend, Anne reflected as Alan licked his lips and winked at her again. She’d never really got on with her sister, but she should have known that the girl would never dream of stealing her boyfriend. Noticing Alan talking to Dave, she held her hand to her mouth. What would Dave think of her if he discovered that she’d been fucking a man in his fifties? she wondered anxiously. What if people started talking and word got out?

Anne trembled as Dave retook his seat at the table and talked again about the future. She chatted with him for half an hour, trying to come across as relaxed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Alan. He knew how to please a young girl, she thought, recalling his huge cock shafting her tight pussy, his fresh spunk overflowing and running down her inner thighs. He was good company, he knew how to please
a
girl … But she couldn’t see him again, she decided finally. She’d enjoyed her time with him, enjoyed the spanking and fucking, but it had been a mistake and she couldn’t see him again.

Finishing her drink and leaving the pub with Dave, Anne felt guilty as they walked to her house. She’d forgotten that she’d told him that she was a virgin. That had been another mistake, she reflected as they reached her house and he kissed her good night. She should never have lied, but she knew that lying would now become the norm. Slipping his hand up her short skirt, Dave massaged the swell of her pussy lips through the tight material of her sperm-soaked knickers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her young body, and she knew that he wanted her.

‘You’re very wet,’ he breathed. ‘Your knickers are absolutely drenched. Are you ready for it now?’

‘No, I … We can’t do it here, not in the street.’

‘It’s almost dark, so let’s go into your back garden. No one will see us.’

‘All right,’ she whispered, again recalling Alan’s rock-hard cock pumping sperm deep inside her tight vagina.

Behind the bushes at the end of the garden, Anne looked up at the house and hoped that Hayley wasn’t around. Dave started kissing her, thrusting his hand up her skirt again and tugging her knickers down, and she thought once more about Alan. She’d loved being spanked, she mused as Dave slipped a finger deep into her sperm-bubbling vagina. There was something naughty and exciting about going with an older man, she thought as Dave drove a second finger into the tight sheath of her hot pussy. Especially a married man who was older than her father.

Easing Anne onto the ground, Dave slipped her knickers down over her feet and parted her legs wide.
He
whispered in her ear as he took his weight on his arms above her and stabbed between her swollen love lips with his bulbous knob. He told her to relax, reminding her that this was her first time and he wanted it to be good. She said nothing as his cock glided deep into the sperm-wet sheath of her contracting vagina. Looking up at the stars sparkling high above her, all she could think about was Alan, the way he’d spanked her and driven his huge cock into her tight pussy.

Dave pumped his sperm into her young body within less than a minute, and Anne had to fake an orgasm. She writhed and gasped as he drained his swinging balls, but she felt guilty again as his sperm overflowed and ran down between the firm cheeks of her bottom to her anal hole. But her guilt mingled with a feeling of wickedness. Alan was right: they could meet at the house and fuck and Dave would never find out. Alan would pull her knickers down, spank her bare bottom, bite her ripe nipples, drive his cock deep into her yearning cunt and fuck her senseless. But she knew that she shouldn’t meet Alan again. It would end in tears, she was sure. And word would get round and she’d be labelled a slut.

‘That was amazing,’ Dave breathed, sliding his cock out of her spermed vagina and settling beside her on the grass. ‘You came, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, yes, I did come,’ she lied, realising that she was a slut. ‘It was … it was great, Dave.’

‘You’re a woman now. You’re no longer a virgin so—’

‘I’d better go into the house,’ she cut in, leaping to her feet and pulling her knickers on.

‘OK, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Yes, tomorrow – in the pub. I’ll be there at seven.’

‘I can come here, to your house.’

‘No, no … Wait for me in the pub. I have to see a friend first.’

‘OK, I’ll see you at seven. Are you sure that you’re all right, Anne? You seem … I don’t know. You seem distant, as if your mind is somewhere else.’

‘It was my first time, Dave. I suppose I’m feeling a little mixed up.’

‘The second time will be even better, I promise you.’

‘I’d better go.’

Anne finally slipped in through the kitchen as Dave walked around the side of the house. She bounded up the stairs to her room and closed the door. Two cocks in one evening, she thought dolefully as her knickers filled with a second load of sperm. Once more deciding not to see Alan again, she knew that she was going to have to stick to her decision. Alan was married, he was older than her father … She dared not meet him at the house again.

Two

CONSUMED BY GUILT,
Anne couldn’t stop thinking about Alan as she walked along the path into the woods the following evening. She’d worn a short skirt and black knee-length leather boots to turn him on and excite him, but she knew that he needed no encouragement. Hayley had frowned at her as she’d left the house and her mother had asked her why she was dressed like a tart. She
was
a tart, she thought as she reached the derelict house. Cheating on her boyfriend, lying, arranging to meet an old man for crude sex … What if Dave wanted sex again later that evening? Would she fuck two different men every evening? She was a tart.

Wandering into the house and gazing at the old armchair, Anne pictured Alan spanking her naked buttocks and driving his solid cock deep into her hot vagina. She knew that he only wanted her young body and that he was using her for sex but that was all she wanted from him. Recalling Dave driving his erect penis deep into her young pussy, she thought it ironic that he’d decided to have sex with her the very night that she’d opened her legs to Alan. She should have dumped Dave, she thought anxiously. Two-timing him was a dreadful thing to do and … But no one would know. Dave would never discover the shocking truth.