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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.
    Walking across the room and staring through the broken window, Anne felt guilty again as she imagined Dave waiting in the pub for her. She’d never dreamed that she’d become a cheating slut, but the prospect of Alan’s crude words and his rock-hard cock pumping fresh spunk deep into her tight vagina excited her. She should leave the house and go to the pub, she thought as she noticed Alan emerging from the bushes. She should sort out this mess before someone got hurt. But she couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of giving her young body to an experienced man and, for some reason, the idea of cheating on Dave was beginning to excite her.
    Her clitoris painfully solid, the crotch of her tight knickers soaking up her creamy juices of arousal, Anne felt her stomach somersault as she heard Alan enter the house. Walking into the room, he dumped a leather bag on the floor and grinned at her. He was becoming more attractive by the day, she thought, returning his grin. His eyes sparkled as he looked her up and down and nodded his head approvingly. Then he licked his lips. This was purely sex, she reminded herself as he brushed his greying hair back and stood in front of her. No love, no strings – just cold, hard sex.
    ‘You look great,’ Alan said. ‘I love the kinky boots.’
    ‘I thought you’d like them,’