Free Wicked Obsession by Ray Gordon Page A

wondered in her rising sexual frenzy. A tongue was a tongue … Even if the owner was another girl?
    ‘You’d better come in,’ she called.
    ‘Who are you talking to?’ Alan asked her, looking up and frowning.
    ‘Your friend, the man in the hall,’ Anne replied. ‘He might as well join us.’
    ‘How the hell did you know—’
    ‘Come in,’ she called again. ‘I need two tongues, so come here.’
    The man looked rather sheepish as he wandered into the room and stared into her wide eyes. Anne thought how old he looked as she scrutinised his lined face, and she reckoned that he hadn’t seen a naked teenage girl in decades. Feeling a little sorry for him as he gazed longingly at the petite mounds of her young breasts, she realised that she was beginning to understand old men. They looked at teenage girls at every opportunity and imagined their firm bodies, they longed to touch and lick … But the opportunity never arose. She had what they wanted, she concluded as the man reached out and toyed with the brown protrusion of her erect nipple. And they had experience.
    The men said nothing as they ran their hands over her naked body and admired the beauty of her mounds and crevices. Although Anne was becoming used to baring the most intimate parts of her young body, the thrill was always there. Men gazing at the swell of her pussy lips and her tight sex crack, her small breasts and elongated nipples, never failed to send quivers through her womb. The feel of their hands exploring her nakedness, the thought of their wide eyes feasting on her nudity, sent her arousal soaring.
    As the old man knelt before her and examined the fleshy swell of her pussy lips, Alan moved behind her and parted the rounded cheeks of her naked buttocks. This was what she’d wanted, Anne thought dreamily as her pussy lips were stretched apart to expose her ripe clitoris and milk-dripping vaginal hole. The tongues teasing her, licking her anus and lapping at the pink funnel of flesh surrounding the wet entrance of her sex sheath … she breathed heavily and gazed up at the cracked ceiling. This was heaven, she thought as the men worked between her slender thighs. This was sheer sexual ecstasy.
    Her clitoris swelled painfully as she wallowed in the complete and utter degradation of her young body and she let out a gasp of pleasure as she listened to the slurping sounds of crude sex. Hayley hadn’t lived, Anne reflected, trying to imagine the girl with two men tonguing her sex holes. Apart from a couple of boyfriends and stealing Dave from her little sister, she hadn’t lived and fucked and … As fingers slipped deep into her contracting vagina, Anne looked around her as if she’d just woken from a dream. She was supposed to be getting her own back on Hayley, she reminded herself, wondering what on earth she was doing with two old men as a finger drove deep into her tight rectal duct. This wasn’t what she’d planned.
    ‘I don’t have much time,’ she breathed as the finger massaged the hot inner flesh of her rectum. ‘I have to get home and—’
    ‘We’ve barely started,’ Alan interrupted her, his face grinning as he looked up at her. ‘Give Brian a chance to have some fun.’
    ‘No, I have to go,’ Anne murmured.
    ‘Not yet, Anne,’ Alan said sternly. ‘It’s not fair to take us this far and then bugger off.’
    He was right, she knew as the men continued to lick the tight holes between her thighs. She should never have got herself into this predicament, she reflected. She’d been with two teenage lesbians, with Rick, with Dave, and now two old men were tonguing between her legs. She should have stuck to her original plan and stolen Hayley’s boyfriends rather than become a common whore. But as the men rose to their feet and carried her naked body over to the old armchair she knew that it was too late to turn the clock back.
    ‘I’ll do her tight little pussy,’ Brian said as Alan pushed Anne down over the back of the