'I know that, Dave,' Samantha sighed, pressing the phone to her ear.
'You said you'd keep me posted. I've heard nothing from you... If you weren't such a little beauty I'd sack you. So, what have you discovered about this sex den?'
'Nothing, yet.'
'Nothing? For fuck's sake, Sammy...'
'Dave, do you remember that kidnapping about eight years ago? Anne Wilkinson...'
'I remember it very well. What's that got to do with it?'
'What happened, exactly?'
'The girl was never found.'
'Were the men caught?'
'The kidnapper was never caught. Why did you say, men? No one knew who the kidnapper was.'
'I don't know. I just assumed, I suppose.'
'Why the interest?'
'I heard something about it the other day. I was young at the time and don't recall the details. Were there any clues as to where the girl had been held?'
'No, nothing at all. Extensive searches were carried out for several months. Countryside, towns, villages... Nothing came up.'
'OK, thanks, Dave. I'll be in touch.'
'You'd better be. I miss looking at your nipples pressing through your—'
'Bye, Dave.'
Hanging up, Samantha wandered into her bedroom and gazed at Anne sleeping beneath the quilt. The girl had washed and eaten and had then slept well all through the night. Samantha had been tempted to slip into the bed beside her but had managed to control her rampant lesbian desires and sleep on the sofa. Thinking how angelic Anne looked, Samantha pulled the quilt back, exposing her naked body. Her breasts were small, her ripe nipples standing proud from the dark discs of her areolae. She was extremely attractive, Samantha thought, eyeing the sparse blonde curls barely concealing her tightly closed sex crack as she rolled onto her back and spread her limbs.
Pulling the quilt up, Samantha left the room and closed the door. Trying to push thoughts of lesbian sex to the back of her mind, she flopped down onto the sofa in the lounge and tried to work out what she was going do with the girl. Anne would have been in her twenties by now, she mused. She might have married and had children, but now... This was a bloody mess, she thought. Anne was going to have to take on a new identity, Samantha decided. No one would believe that Anne was the Anne Wilkinson. And no one would have believed that Samantha had been drunk in the church with the three men. They'd have thought her to be a common tart, if they'd discovered what she'd done on the altar...
'God,' Samantha breathed, looking down at her naked body as she stood by the altar. 'I... I didn't want to come back here. I—'
'I'll bet you want to come off,' a man chuckled, squeezing her breasts.
'No, I...' The alcohol blurring her mind, she clung to the altar to steady her swaying body. 'I don't want to be here.'
'How about a mouth-fucking?' another asked, pulling her head back by her long blonde hair and kissing her full lips.
'Or a bum-fucking?' the third man suggested, cupping the smooth, firm globes of her arse in his hands and squeezing them hard.
As her naked body was lifted onto the altar, Samantha realized the shocking truth about that fateful evening. She'd tried to convince herself that she'd been too drunk to stop the crude abuse of her body. She'd subconsciously persuaded herself to believe that she'd been forced to commit the shameful sexual acts with the three men. In reality, she'd been only too willing to go to the church with the men and allow them to fuck and spunk her wet orifices. The skeletons in her cupboard were escaping, she knew as several fingers drove deep into the wet heat of her pussy.
'Suck it,' a man gasped, his knees either side of her head, the swollen knob of his solid penis hovering above her open mouth. Taking his glans into her wet mouth, Samantha ran her tongue over its silky-smooth surface, sucking hard as another penis slipped into the tight sheath of her cunt. Pondering her age in her alcoholic haze, she wondered why she'd ever done such a thing at sixteen years old. The drink had obviously influenced her, but to allow three men to...
'God, she's nice and tight,' the man fucking her pussy gasped. 'This is a nice change after my wife's slack cunt.'
'Think yourself lucky,' the man pushing his cock into Samantha's mouth laughed. 'A man of your age fucking a young tart...'
'I'm only forty-five,' the man retorted.
Forty-five? Samantha mused. She'd not realized how old the men were. They'd obviously gate-crashed the party looking for sex. Samantha had enjoyed being chatted up, thought it would be a laugh to go to the church and... The men quipping about each others' ages, Samantha was shocked to learn that the man fucking her mouth was in his fifties. The alcohol had blurred her vision at the party. She recalled the three men chatting to her, suggesting that they go to the church to have some fun. But she'd not realized how old they were.
Her pussy flooding with sperm, her naked body rocking, she swallowed hard as her mouth filled with sperm. A finger slipping between the taut cheeks of her buttocks, she jolted as a finger drove deep into the tight sheath of her rectal duct and massaged her inner flesh. She vaguely recalled the crude abuse of her body as she repeatedly swallowed the gushing sperm flooding her mouth. She'd been spanked, arse-fucked... And the vicar had witnessed it all from his office.
Looking up at the man as he slipped his spent cock out of her mouth, Samantha thought that she recognized him. To her horror, she realized he was a friend of her father. Looking back, she recalled him asking her about the party, asking whether she'd had a good time. He had obviously been trying to discover whether or not she could remember him fucking her. Several times over the months after he'd asked her about the party. She hadn't recognized him as one of her abusers, but now...
Her naked body was rolled over as the other man yanked his deflating cock out of her sperm-flooded vagina. She lay on her stomach and gripped the sides of the altar as her legs were pulled wide apart. As one man tried to force his fist deep into her pussy, another began spanking the taut flesh of her naked buttocks. The pain permeating her anal globes, she couldn't believe that one of the men was her father's friend. He'd never visited the house, but she knew him from the odd occasion when he'd picked her father up in his car to go to some business meeting or other. She couldn't even recall his name, but she knew that he had something to do with her father's work.
'Hold her down,' a man breathed, clambering onto the altar. Samantha could feel hands clutching her thighs and arms as the man's solid glans stabbed at her anal entrance. His huge knob slipping past her defeated anal sphincter muscles, gliding along the tight tube of her rectum, he let out a sigh of satisfaction as he completely impaled her on his massive penis. Feeling as if her pelvic cavity was inflating to bursting point, that her anal ring was about to split open, she stared wide-eyed at a bulbous knob hovering close to her mouth as her head was pulled up by her hair.
'A double-ended fuck,' the owner of the engorged cock laughed, driving his knob to the back of Samantha's throat. The inflamed tissue of her anus rolling back and forth along the huge penis fucking her tight arse, her mouth bloated by another massive prong, her eyes bulged as a finger slipped into her anal canal alongside the solid organ. A hand slipping beneath her naked body, fingers forcing their way into the tight sheath of her sperm-drenched cunt, she knew that the crude sex had only just begun.
She recalled staggering home late that fateful night and swaying as she'd almost fallen through the front door before climbing the stairs to her bed. Thankfully, her parents hadn't woken. Thinking that she was sleeping over at a friend's house, they'd not been expecting her. Had they seen the state she was in, they'd have questioned her far into the night, probably grounded her for several months. She'd woken the following morning with a blinding headache, and with sperm oozing from the burning holes between her slender thighs. Zak had asked her where she'd got to, and she'd lied about feeling ill and going home early. She'd never mentioned the church to anyone. Not knowing who the men were, she'd blocked out all memories of her night of wanton whoredom.
'Coming,' the man fucking the tight sheath of her rectal canal gasped, his spunk lubricating the illicit pistoning of her burning arse and gushing deep into her bowels. As sperm sprayed from the dilated hole of her anus, she realized that she'd tried to block out all memories of that night because of her guilt. She'd done her best to erase memories of her visits to the vicar's office because she'd blamed herself for leading the man on. She wasn't the innocent teenage girl she'd thought herself to have been, she knew.
'Swallow it,' the man shafting her pretty mouth gasped as his spunk jetted from his throbbing glans and filled her gobbling mouth. Complying with his crude request, Samantha drank from his fountainhead, sperm dribbling down her chin as spunk trickled from her pistoned arse and bathed the valley of her teenage cunt. This was sex at its crudest, she mused as fingers massaged her inner vaginal flesh. Her body used and abused, she knew that she'd been only too willing to commit the vulgar acts with the three men.
She was going to have to accept that she had behaved like a common slut, she knew as her clitoris swelled, sending wondrous ripples of illicit sex through her convulsing womb. Perhaps that night in the tent with Jane had sparked her curiosity in sex, she reflected. Perhaps the vicar's interest in her body had excited her, had caused her to lead him on. Perhaps the time she'd cheated on Zak... That was another skeleton she'd not only locked in the cupboard but had denied existed.
She'd just got serious with Zak, meeting him after school and spending weekends with him, when someone else caught her eye. Chris was in his late twenties, and had an eye for the girls. Samantha had met him at the school disco. He'd gone there to pick up his younger sister and had got chatting with Samantha. Talking about her beautiful hair, admiring her curvaceous body, he'd made her feel good. He'd arranged to meet her in the woods behind the church the following afternoon after school. She'd lied to Zak, saying that she was going to a friend's house after school.
Meeting Chris in the woods, Samantha had felt grown up when he'd taken her head in his hands and kissed her full mouth. She recalled her juices of arousal seeping into her school knickers, her clitoris swelling, as he'd squeezed her breasts through her white blouse. She'd played around with Zak, wanking his cock as he'd masturbated her clitoris to orgasm. But she'd not gone any further with him. When the young man pulled her down onto the soft grass and slipped his hand up her skirt, she knew that she wanted full-blown sex.
Chris was so much older than Zak, and so much more experienced. His finger slipping between the tight elastic of Samantha's knickers and the top of her inner thigh, he'd massaged the soft swell of her pussy lips. She'd melted in his arms, desperate to feel his solid cock gliding into the tight shaft of her vagina. Within minutes, he'd stripped her naked and was sucking her sensitive milk teats into his hot mouth, massaging her clitoris and fingering her virginal cunt.
'Please, I want you to take me,' Samantha recalled begging him as he'd slipped out of his clothes and settled between her splayed legs. His penis had glided deep into her cunt with ease, filling her, bloating her pelvic cavity as she gasped and squirmed in her sexual ecstasy beneath his muscular body. She'd looked up at the trees high above her as she'd listened to the squelching sound of her vaginal juices. He was big, his huge cock almost splitting her pussy open as he pistoned her body gently. Increasing his fucking rhythm, he'd rocked her, breathed words of love as his swinging balls repeatedly smacked the rounded cheeks of her naked bottom. Breathing heavily, he'd pumped his spunk deep into her cunt as she reached her shuddering orgasm and cried out in her ecstasy beneath the swaying trees.
Samantha had thought that she'd found love as Chris had fucked her and taken her to her sexual heaven. He'd slipped his spent penis out of her inflamed vagina and licked and sucked her clitoris to another mind-blowing climax. He'd mouthed her milk-teats, fucked her again and taken her to heights of sexual satisfaction she'd never thought existed. She'd arranged to meet him again, but he hadn't turned up. Later she'd heard that he was married. Devastated, she'd thrown herself at Zak, fucking him at every opportunity in an effort to forget about Chris. What other skeletons was she denying? She asked herself the question as the three men rolled her onto her back and ran their hands over her naked teenage body...
'Hi,' Anne breathed, wandering into the lounge with the quilt wrapped around her.
'Oh, er... Good morning,' Samantha said, looking around the room and wondering what had brought her back from the church. 'You slept well.'
'God, I was so tired last night. What time is it?'
'Ten-thirty. Would you like some tea or coffee?'
'Tea, please. Where are my clothes?'
'I washed them last night. I'll put them in the tumble drier in a minute. So, what are we going to do with you?'
'I don't know,' Anne sighed, sitting on the sofa next to Samantha. 'All this stuff about going back in time... I can't believe that—'
'I'll prove it to you,' Samantha cut in. Leaping to her feet and switching the television on, Samantha found a news channel. 'Watch,' she said, moving to the door. 'You'll soon see that we're in two thousand and two. I'll go and make the tea.'
Leaving the room, Samantha went into the kitchen and filled the kettle. Wondering whether to return to the barn to try to discover the identity of the men, she realized that there'd be no point. Pondering on the kidnapping, the fact that the girl had never been found, she wondered whether it was down to her intervention. Anne had vanished, the men had never been caught... Eight years was a long time, she reflected, wondering whether she could somehow make Anne appear older.
Recalling the events in the church as she waited for the kettle to boil, Samantha shook her head. She'd been only too willing, she reflected. And she'd fucked Chris in the woods and lied to Zak. Pouring the tea, she realized again that she had to accept that she hadn't been the sweet young girl she'd thought she was. A common slut? Or simply a girl experimenting with sex? Where was Chris now? She turned the questions over in her mind as she carried the tea into the lounge.
'I didn't put sugar in it,' she said, placing the cup on the table.
'Thanks,' Anne murmured abstractedly. 'I've been watching the news and... How the hell did I move forward eight years?'
'I don't know,' Samantha replied, gazing out of the window. 'I don't know how I'm able to go back in time, let alone bring you forward. The point is, what do we do now that you're here? I can't take you back to the barn.'
'How about taking me back to just before I was kidnapped?'
'I'm not sure, but I don't think that's possible. The newspapers, the TV news... Everything would have to change if you hadn't been kidnapped. You can't just appear out of thin air and go home. Apart from your age...'
'I know,' Anne sighed. 'I've been thinking about that. All I can do is... I don't know what I'm going to do.'
'Don't worry about it now. You can stay here for the time being. In a few days we'll find you a job and a flat and—'
'I'm too young to get my own flat.'
'Anne, you're going to have to lie about your age. As for your identity, you'll need a National Insurance number and... I really don't know what to do.'
'How about a fake passport? And a birth certificate?'
'That's a thought. I'll make some enquiries. I don't think you should leave the flat. Someone might recognize you and... We'll change your hair and get you some new clothes. With make-up, I'm sure we can add a few years to your looks. Do you have brothers or sisters?'
'No, I'm an only child. How about telling people that I'm your sister?'
'That's a good idea. I'd be able to vouch for you and... I might even be able to get you a job at the newspaper. I'm a journalist, by the way. Anne, what we did in the barn...'
'I liked doing that to you,' the girl confessed sheepishly.
'Did you? Have you ever done that with another girl?'
'No, I haven't.'
'No boyfriends?'
'No. There is... there was one boy at school I liked. I suppose he's eight years older now.'
'You're very attractive, Anne. But you're also younger than me and I don't think we should...'
'I'm very hot,' Anne breathed, tossing the quilt aside and revealing her curvaceous body as she reclined on the sofa. 'It must be summertime.'
'Yes, yes, it is,' Samantha replied, gazing longingly at the younger girl's full sex lips rising either side of her creamy-pink vulval crack. 'I'd better go and dry your clothes.'
'Sam, what I did to you in the barn... Do you want to do it to me?'
'I... I don't think we should,' Samantha breathed, her clitoris swelling between her fleshy love lips.
'Why not?'
'Because... When I was your age, I did things that I now regret. I've only just realized that... It doesn't matter what I've realized. The thing is that you're young, you're learning and...'
'If I'm learning, then you can help by teaching me.'
'Yes, but... It's not that simple, Anne. When you're older, you won't thank me for... If we were to...'
'What did you do when you were my age?'
'I fucked men. In fact, I allowed three men to fuck me on a church altar.'
'Three at once?' the girl gasped.
'I'm not proud of it, Anne. The point is—'
'Please,' Anne begged, her blue eyes wide. 'Please teach me.'
'All right,' Samantha finally conceded, settling on the floor between Anne's feet as her inner desires got the better of her.
Lying back and parting her thighs wide, the teenager closed her eyes as Samantha kissed the gentle rise of her mons. Breathing in her girl-scent, Samantha tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked the protective hood of Anne's inflating clitoris. Wondering whether the girl masturbated, she tasted the pinken flesh of her sex crack, repeatedly sweeping her tongue around her stiffening pleasure button. Breathing heavily, Anne parted her thighs further, her slender fingers peeling her love lips open, exposing the intricate folds nestling within her sex valley to Samantha's inquisitive tongue.
Moving back, Samantha gazed at the girl's gaping sex hole, the intact membrane of her hymen. Should she tear open Anne's curtain of innocence? She thought about this, licking the pink funnel of creamy-wet flesh surrounding the teenager's vaginal entrance. Pushing her tongue into the girl's sex hole, licking the creamy walls of her tight pussy, Samantha sucked out her lubricious juices of desire. Mouthing and sucking on the girl's inner lips, repeatedly driving her tongue into her wet hole, Samantha felt her own juices of lesbian lust seeping between her engorged vaginal labia and soaking into the tight material of her panties.
'That's nice,' Anne breathed, her naked body beginning to tremble. 'I like the feel of your tongue inside me.'
'You taste heavenly,' Samantha gasped, lapping up the girl's sex juices. 'Would you like to feel my fingers inside you?'
'Yes, yes, I would,' Anne groaned, her naked body squirming as her pleasure built.
Slipping a finger into the tight sheath of the virgin's vagina, Samantha massaged her inner flesh. She was so tight, Samantha mused, the exquisite sheath of her sex-wet cunt lovingly hugging Samantha's massaging finger. Sucking on Anne's erect clitoris, her tongue snaking over the sensitive tip, Samantha drove a second finger deep into the girl's vaginal duct. Watching her stomach rising and falling, Samantha knew that she was about to come as she pistoned her sex sheath. Gasping, her naked body shaking uncontrollably, Anne arched her back and let out a rush of breath.
'Coming,' she cried, clutching Samantha's head and grinding her rubicund cunt-flesh hard against the older girl's mouth. Her orgasming juices spewing from her pistoned vagina, running in rivers of milk over Samantha's hand, she moaned as if in agony while her orgasm peaked. Samantha was amazed by the girl's copious flow of sex juices. Streaming from her bloated sex sheath, her cunt-milk splattered the pale flesh of her inner thighs as her vaginal muscles spasmed. Slipping her fingers out of the wailing girl's pussy, Samantha drove her tongue into her drenched sex duct and licked the creamy walls of her contracting cunt.
Breathing heavily, Anne shuddered as Samantha's finger slipped between the firm cheeks of her rounded bottom and drove deep into her tight rectal sheath. Sucking hard, Samantha drew out the girl's orgasmic milk, repeatedly swallowing the cream as she finger-fucked Anne's tight bottom. Anne cried out again, squirming as her pleasure rocked her very soul. This was probably the most intense orgasm the girl had ever experienced, Samantha mused, driving a second finger into her tightening anal canal. Shaking violently, her whimpers of sexual pleasure resounding around the room, Anne lifted her legs and pressed her knees against the firm mounds of her breasts to allow Samantha deeper penetration of her rectal duct. Losing control to her base desires, Samantha forced a third finger into Anne's spasming anal canal, stretching her tight hole open to the extreme as she finger-fucked her hot arse.
'No,' Anne breathed as Samantha tried to push her fourth finger past the taut tissue of her rectal ring. Ignoring the girl, Samantha managed to impale her on all four fingers as she sucked her pulsating clitoris into her wet mouth. 'God, my bum,' Anne gasped, her anal sphincter muscles gripping Samantha's thrusting fingers like a velvet-jawed vice. This was lesbian sex at its crudest, Samantha mused, deciding to tongue-fuck the girl's rectum once she'd come down from her shuddering climax. Debased in the extreme, crude, vulgar...
Wondering what sort of person she'd become as she slipped her slimed fingers out of the girl's rectal sheath, Samantha knew that she couldn't help herself as she forced her victim to roll over. Yanking the rounded cheeks of Anne's buttocks wide apart as she knelt on the floor and rested her head on the sofa cushion, Samantha gazed longingly at the tight brown entrance to her anal sheath. Gripping the girl's buttocks, her fingernails biting into the firm flesh of her bottom, she repeatedly swept her tongue up Anne's anal valley. Tasting the tissue of the girl's rectal inlet, she pushed the tip of her tongue into her tight hole and savoured the bittersweet dankness of her tight arse.
'No,' Anne breathed again, obviously thinking the crude act was wrong. 'Sam, please... You shouldn't be...' Letting out a rush of breath as Samantha drove four fingers deep into the wet sheath of her tight cunt, Anne clung to the sofa cushion, whimpering in the new-found pleasure she was deriving from her abused rectum. Her tongue darting in and out of the girl's anus, Samantha locked her full lips to the sensitive brown tissue surrounding Anne's most private hole and sucked hard.
'Sam,' Anne murmured. 'Sam, this is... this is obscene. You can't be enjoying it.' Still sucking hard, Samantha ignored Anne's remark. This was obscene, she knew as the crude act sent quivers through her contracting womb. Tasting the girl's rectal tube, breathing in the intoxicating perfume of her gaping anal gully, she continued to massage her inner vaginal flesh. Lost in her sexual delirium, Samantha fervently mouthed and sucked Anne's anal hole, delighting in the bittersweet taste of her inner core.
Abandoning her protests, Anne writhed and breathed heavily as her lesbian lover tongue-fucked her rectum. Her body quivering, her juices of lust streaming down Samantha's thrusting fingers, she buried her face in the sofa cushion as her incredible pleasure rocketed. Sinking her teeth into the brown flesh of Anne's anal portal, Samantha forced half her fist into her once-virginal cunt. Yelping, Anne could do nothing to halt the crude abuse of her tight sex holes as Samantha bit harder into her brown ring.
'Sam,' the girl breathed, her body wriggling. 'Sam, that hurts.' Samantha finally parted her teeth and again sucked hard. 'You can't be enjoying this,' Anne repeated, gasping as Samantha's tongue drove deep into her tight anal duct. Licking the dank walls of her rectum, Samantha pressed her wet lips harder against Anne's anal ring and forced her tongue deeper into her rectal canal. Deciding to force Anne to reciprocate, to push her tongue into Samantha's bottom-hole, Samantha finally moved back and licked her rectum-slimed lips. Again pressing her mouth hard against the girl's anus, she slipped her tongue into her secret hole. She couldn't get enough, she knew as she mouthed and sucked, her tongue repeatedly darting into Anne's rectal core. Massaging her inner vaginal flesh with her fingers, Samantha finally moved back and tugged her panties down.
'Lick me,' she breathed, kneeling on the floor and resting her head on the sofa cushion. Her short skirt pulled up over her back, she yanked the firm orbs of her bottom wide apart. 'Lick me there,' she again ordered the girl.
'Sam, I—'
'Just do it, Anne. You'll love it, I know.'
'It's not right to do this,' the girl protested weakly, moving behind Samantha and kissing each rounded buttock in turn.
'Right or wrong, it doesn't matter. Try it, Anne. You won't know whether or not you like it until you try.'
Feeling the girl's wet tongue tentatively licking the tissue surrounding her tight bottom-hole, Samantha let out a rush of breath. Wondering what Anne was thinking, whether or not she was enjoying the experience, Samantha yanked her naked buttocks further apart. Her anal hole gaping wide open, she shuddered as the teenager's tongue entered her rectal tube. Anne's wet lips pressed hard against Samantha's anal ring as she pushed her tongue deeper into her hot duct and licked the walls of her rectum.
'God, you taste beautiful,' Anne breathed, slipping her tongue out of Samantha's rectal hole and licking her gaping anus. 'I'd never have thought that I'd love doing this. Especially to another girl. Sam, why have you shaved?'
'I prefer to be that way. Why don't you try it?'
'Yes, yes - I might do that.'
'I want you to suck hard,' Samantha breathed, her slender fingers holding her tight bottom-hole wide open. 'Suck hard on my bumhole.'
Complying with her mistress's crude wish, the girl locked her lips to Samantha's anal portal and sucked as hard as she could. Samantha could feel the vacuum building within her rectal tube, the sensations driving her wild as she shuddered in her lesbian ecstasy. Her eyes closed, her face buried in the sofa cushion, Samantha parted her knees further and jutted her buttocks out to allow Anne deeper penetration of her rectum. Breathing heavily as her teenage lover repeatedly drove her tongue into her gaping bottom-hole, Samantha again wondered what to do about Anne as she drifted in her sexual ecstasy.
The girl would make a perfect live-in lesbian lover, she reflected. Housekeeper, sex-slave... Anne was ideal. But was that what Samantha really wanted? Unsure of her sexual feelings as she thought about sucking sperm from an orgasming knob, she knew that Anne couldn't satisfy her every sexual need. Although Samantha's lesbian desires were becoming increasingly powerful, she knew that she'd also need a penis to drive deep into her cock-hungry pussy.
Letting out a sigh of pleasure as she felt the girl's finger enter her rectal duct, Samantha began quivering uncontrollably. Her inner rectal flesh massaged, the sleeping nerve endings there stirring, she shuddered as Anne's teeth sank into the rounded cheek of her firm buttocks. The girl was learning fast, she mused as a second finger forced its way deep into her arse. Or was she? Samantha's curiosity mounted as Anne's fingers slipped out of her arse, leaving her anal sphincter muscles twitching expectantly.
'What are you doing?' she asked, hearing Anne moving about behind her.
'You'll see,' Anne giggled. 'Be patient, and you'll find out.'
Waiting in expectation, Samantha jolted as she felt something hard and cold press against the delicate tissue of her anal ring. Anne had obviously found something to use as a dildo, she mused, her anus dilating as the object began to drive deep into the tight tube of her spasming rectum. Trying to guess what the object was, Samantha let out a gasp as her anal canal stretched wide open to accommodate the phallus. Guessing that it must have been the candle from the mantelpiece, she grinned. Anne was certainly imaginative, Samantha thought as the waxen shaft glided slowly into the hot depths of her bowels.
'Is that nice?' the girl asked, twisting the candle.
'God, yes,' Samantha breathed, holding her naked buttocks wide apart. 'Are you sure you're not experienced?'
'Well, a girl at school...'
'I thought so,' Samantha giggled. 'OK, tell me what happened.'
'My parents were out and I was trying on some new clothes. My friend was helping me. I was wearing my panties and bra, about to try a dress on, when she suggested that I take my bra off. I didn't want to at first but she said that I'd look better in the dress without a bra. Anyway, I took it off and... She gave me a strange look. Her eyes were glazed. She stared at my nipples and then reached out and squeezed my breast. It went from there.'
'Tell me more,' Samantha murmured, her eyes rolling as Anne pistoned .her anal canal with the candle.
'I ended up taking my panties off and lying on the bed. She sat beside me and... and rubbed my clitoris. She made me come.'
'Was that your first orgasm?'
'Yes, yes, it was.'
Picturing two girls playing around on a bed, one masturbating the other to orgasm, Samantha realized that the notion was turning her on as never before. Had they licked each other's pussies? she wondered, her juices of arousal streaming down her inner thighs as Anne arse-fucked her with the wax dildo. Had they tasted each other's sex juices? The candle finally sliding out of her rectal duct, Samantha shuddered as the girl's tongue entered her inflamed hole. The feel of Anne's saliva running down to her swollen vaginal lips sending delightful quivers through her contracting womb, she wondered what Anne was up to as the teenager leaped to her feet and left the room.
'You'll like this,' Anne chuckled, returning and settling on the floor behind Samantha. Saying nothing, Samantha waited expectantly as she felt something extremely cold pressing against her burning anal ring.
'What is it?' she finally asked, a cooling sensation permeating the sheath of her rectum.
'Wine,' Anne giggled. 'I'm filling your bottom with wine. I'll drink it out of you when you're full up.'
Unable to believe the girl's ingenuity, Samantha gasped as her bowels flooded with cold wine. She could hear the bottle emptying as her pelvis quivered and her womb rhythmically contracted. Was this what Anne had done with her friend? The bottle drained, Anne pressed her warm lips to Samantha's anus and sucked hard. This was incredibly arousing, Samantha thought, listening to the teenager sucking and gulping down the wine. Deciding to reciprocate once Anne had drained her bowels, she imagined drinking wine from the girl's anus.
'This is going to my head,' Anne giggled, slurping and sucking on Samantha's sensitive anus.
'I've another bottle in the fridge,' Samantha said, squeezing her muscles and squirting wine into Anne's mouth. 'I'll drink it from your bottom when you've finished drinking from mine.'
Shuddering as her clitoris pulsated expectantly, Samantha knew that she needed the relief of orgasm. A teenage girl drinking from her rectal tube was the most incredible experience imaginable, she mused, her inner thighs sticky with wine and girl-juice. The girl was going to end up drunk, she reflected, listening to the sucking and gulping between her firm buttocks. Not only on alcohol, but drunk with sex. Feeling incredibly wicked as her bowels drained, Samantha turned and faced Anne. Images of her bound with rope flooding her mind, she ordered her to wait while she went to get something.
Leaving the room, wine oozing from the inflamed eye of her bottom-hole, Samantha grabbed two leather belts from her bedroom. Returning to the lounge, she grinned as Anne gazed at the belts with a puzzled look in her eyes. Ordering her to lie on her back, Samantha knelt beside her and fixed each end of one belt to her ankles. Taking the centre of the belt and lifting her legs up, she hooked it around the back of Anne's head.
'There,' she said, gazing at the gaping valley of her victim's vulva.
'It's uncomfortable,' Anne complained, her knees pressing hard against her firm breasts.
'You'll soon get used to it,' Samantha said, running her fingertip over the exposed tissue of her anus. 'I can get to both your holes now,' she giggled.
'Sam, the belt is hurting the back of my neck. Do I have to—?'
'Yes, you do,' Samantha interrupted the girl. 'I want your holes fully exposed so that I can... You'll see what I'm going to do.'
Lying on her stomach, Samantha ran her tongue over the girl's anus and up along the creamy valley of her vagina to her ripening clitoris. The different taste driving her wild as her tongue repeatedly swept over her bottom-hole and her vaginal entrance, she grabbed the candle from the floor and drove it deep into Anne's cunt. Quivering, Anne let out a gasp and Samantha stirred her vaginal cream with the candle before withdrawing the waxen phallus and pressing the dripping end hard against the teenager's anal eye. Driving the shaft deep into her bowels, Samantha forced three fingers into the tight sheath of the girl's vagina. Squirming and gasping, Anne grimaced as Samantha twisted and bent her fingers, tearing down what was left of Anne's hymen as she pistoned her hot arse with the candle.
'Like it?' Samantha asked, massaging the exposed nub of the girl's sensitive clitoris with her free hand.
'God, yes,' Anne breathed, her bound body shaking wildly.
'I'll give you a good spanking in a minute. You'll enjoy that too.'
Using and abusing the girl was sending Samantha's libido sky-high, inducing her cunt-milk to flow between the hairless lips of her vagina. But she knew that she was going to have to solve the problem of Anne's future before long. Eight years ahead of her time, unable to return to her parents' home, no money or place to live... This was a major problem, Samantha knew. Listening to the girl's gasps of sexual pleasure, she decided to talk to her parents at some stage. If she said that Anne had lost her memory... The idea was bound to work, she mused. Amnesia would solve all the problems.
'I'm... I'm coming,' Anne whimpered, her nostrils flaring, the smooth plateau of her stomach rising and falling jerkily. Shaking violently, she let out a scream of immense pleasure as her solid clitoris erupted in orgasm beneath Samantha's massaging fingertip. The girl convulsed fiercely and Samantha thought that she was having some kind of fit as she screamed out again. Her juices of lust gushing from the gaping entrance of her sex sheath as Samantha repeatedly rammed the candle deep into the duct of her rectum, Anne involuntarily let out a trickle of golden liquid between her splayed vaginal lips.
'That deserves a spanking,' Samantha said, leaving the candle embedded deep within the teenager's anal canal and grabbing the spare leather belt. Raising it, she brought it down across the girl's pouting vaginal lips with a loud crack. Screaming, Anne convulsed wildly again as the belt strapped the sensitive flesh of her outer labia. Her golden liquid now gushing from her urethral opening, the candle shooting out of the barrel of her rectum like a bullet, she begged for mercy as Samantha changed her target and brought the belt down across the rounded cheeks of Anne's naked buttocks with a deafening crack.
'Please, no,' the girl cried, the belt alternately striking her protruding inner labia and her quivering arse-globes. Her naked buttocks turning a fire-red, her vaginal cream blending with her urine and coursing down between the firm cheeks of her bottom, she screamed out again as the leather belt briefly lashed the backs of her slender thighs. Her whimpered protests only serving to drive Samantha on, the girl struggled against her bonds, desperately trying to unhook the first belt from behind her head. Her knees pressed hard against the petite mounds of her newly-developed breasts, her feet virtually either side of her head, there was no way Anne could escape the degrading bondage.
Again and again the leather belt lashed the crimsoned flesh of her pouting vulval lips, the cracking sound reverberating around the room as Samantha giggled wickedly. As if possessed, Samantha lashed the girl's naked buttocks and vulval flesh as hard as she could. Her arm beginning to ache, she continued the gruelling thrashing until she was forced to drop the belt to the floor. Anne whimpered and sobbed as Samantha gazed at her handiwork. The girl's pouting love lips glowing scarlet, her buttocks crimsoned...
'Where the hell could they have gone?' the younger man asked as Samantha found herself back in the barn.
'Fuck knows,' the middle-aged man replied, leaving the small room as Samantha ducked behind several bales of straw. 'That older one... she must have led the girl somewhere. How the fuck they got past us, I don't know.'
'Neither do I. But I do know that this place will be crawling with cops before long. We'd better get out of here.'
'OK. We'd better clear up. Get rid of all evidence of the girl being here.'
Leaving the barn as the men returned to the small room, Samantha surveyed the surrounding countryside. A village lay at the other side of a field and, judging by the sound of heavy traffic, a main road wasn't too far away. Noticing a car parked by the side of the barn, she went to investigate. On the front seat she found several letters addressed to a Mr Robertson. Grinning, she made a note of the address and slipped behind some bushes as she heard voices.
'I just don't understand it,' the older man complained.
'There was no way they could have left without us seeing them.'
'But we didn't see them, did we? We should never have—'
'What's done is done. Let's go to the Duck and have a beer. I think we both need a drink.'
Watching as the two men climbed into the car and drove off, Samantha emerged from the bushes and wandered across the field towards the village. Her intervention had changed history, she knew as she approached a row of cottages. The girl was never found, the men never caught... and Anne's parents had obviously thought the worst. Eight years on and the dust had settled, they'd probably accepted the situation... But that still left the problem of what to do with the girl.
Deciding that there was no point in wandering around the village, Samantha decided to return to her own time. She now knew the identity of one of the men and...
Finding herself standing in her lounge, Samantha gazed at Anne's naked body, her scarlet vulval flesh. She'd treated the girl no better than the men would have done, she reflected. Complaining about her neck aching, Anne announced that she was going to thrash Samantha's buttocks the minute she was free.
'It's only fair,' she said, her blue eyes focusing on Samantha.
'Maybe,' Samantha replied, grinning as she was about to release her victim.
'You thrashed me with the belt, so I'll thrash you and—'
'Anne, we're going to have to think of something to do with you. You can stay here for the time being but—'
'Take this belt off me and we'll talk about it,' the girl cut in.
'You look great with your feet either side of your head,' Samantha breathed, her arousal rising as she gazed longingly at Anne's swollen cunt lips. 'In fact, you look most appealing with your pussy gaping open. Would you like me to shave you?'
'Yes, but take the belt off first.'
Slipping into the bathroom and grabbing a razor, Samantha took the can of shaving foam from the shelf and returned to the lounge. Again asking to be released, Anne pulled against her bonds as Samantha settled on the floor and massaged the foam into the swell of the teenager's pouting vulval lips. Saying nothing as the girl continued to protest, Samantha had no intention of releasing her. Dragging the razor over the rise of Anne's mons, leaving smooth, hairless flesh in its wake, Samantha thought that this might be her last opportunity to enjoy the girl's naked body. She might decide to leave, perhaps go to her parents' house, and Samantha would never see her again. Unless she enjoyed her now...
'Take this belt off,' Anne snapped as Samantha dragged the razor over the swell of her vulval lips.
Ignoring her, Samantha worked the razor over her vulval flesh, stripping years from her as her blonde pubes fell away. The job of depilation finally complete, she grabbed a wet flannel from the bathroom and wiped away the foam and shaved-off golden curls. Admiring her handiwork, Samantha focused on the girl's erect clitoris protruding alluringly from beneath its pinken hood. Leaning forward, she licked the full length of Anne's vaginal slit, lapping up the flowing sex-cream as the girl quivered and gasped in her sexual ecstasy.
A chill running up Samantha's spine, as if someone had just walked over her grave, she looked around the room. Feeling as if someone was watching her, spying on her, she sat back on her heels as she thought that she heard a distant voice calling her. It sounded like a girl crying, calling for help... Releasing Anne, she told the girl that she had to go out for a while.
'Where to?' Anne asked, clambering to her feet and rubbing her aching neck.
'I have to go and see someone,' Samantha replied, hearing a distant voice again.
'You suddenly have to go out?' the girl asked, frowning in puzzlement.
'I... I'd forgotten that I'd arranged to meet someone. It won't take long. Stay in the flat while I'm out, OK?'
'OK,' Anne replied. 'I'll dry my clothes and make something to eat.'
'Yes, yes, you do that. I'll see you later.'
Leaving the flat, Samantha knew that someone wanted her, needed her. But who? Feeling that she should head for the woods behind the village church at home, she walked briskly down the street to the railway station. The journey to her home village would only take half an hour, she knew as she bought a ticket and waited on the platform for the train. Someone, or something, needed her to go to the woods. She had no idea what she was going to find there. Perhaps she was mistaken, she pondered. But the feeling grew stronger as the train pulled into the station and she knew that this was no mistake.