Lust Quest (17 page)

“You're

lying.”

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“What's the point in asking my age if you're not going to believe me?”

“You're nowhere near eighteen. Your girlfriend's only fifteen and I reckon you're about the same.”

“What if I am?”

“It's illegal, for a start.”

“Are we going to stand here and discuss my age for hours on end?”

“Look, I have a friend coming round soon. I said that I'd meet you in the park.

I don't want you coming here uninvited.”

“I only called in to see whether you were going to meet me this evening. After you walked out, I thought you might have changed your mind.”

“Mog, I like you very much,” I began, feeling a little sorry for him.

“So, you'll be there at eight? As the time’s getting on, we might as well go there together.”

“No, I ...”

“You're only three years older than me, Jade.”

“And the rest,” I sighed. “OK, I'll be there.”

“Really?”

“I promise you, Mog. I'll be there at eight.”

“Great. I'll see myself out.”

“OK.”

As he left, I held my hand to my head and wondered what the hell I'd let myself in for - yet again. The fact was that the attraction to Mog was that he was attracted to me. I couldn't believe that such a good-looking young lad was interested in me. Admittedly, I was only a few years older than him. A few? But there was more 153

to it than flattery. I have to confess that, to my horror, I really did fancy him. Had I been sixteen, then ... I was twenty-one, and there was no changing that.

Thanking God that Jackie hadn't turned up while he'd been there, I began to wonder where she'd got to. Perhaps she'd run into Mog, I reflected, imagining her seducing him in the street. She'd love to wank him, bring out his sperm and ... Not thinking straight, I paced the lounge floor. I had to meet Mog at eight, giving me little time to talk to Jackie. I couldn't let the lad down. I'd meet him and explain that I couldn't see him again. Although good-looking and brilliant company, he was too young for me.

“It's me,” Jackie announced as I answered the phone.

“Where are you?” I asked irritably. “I thought you were coming straight round.”

“I got held up. How about meeting in the pub later?”

“It'll have to be much later. Say, nine?”

“OK, see you there.”

“Or even later than nine.”

“Whenever. I'll be there until closing.”

Replacing the receiver, I checked my watch. Seven-thirty. Only half an hour to go before ... before what? Before having sex in the park with an underaged boy? I was supposed to be working flat-out on my dirty book and getting my life together, not committing sexual offences in the bloody park. I'd talk to Mog and explain that ...

But I couldn't help myself, I knew as I went to my bedroom and changed into a 154

miniskirt and loose-fitting blouse. I needed sex, the feel of a fresh young penis swelling within the hugging sheath of my wet vagina. I was going to the park to seduce the boy, and I couldn't deny it.

Leaving my flat, I walked down the road with a spring in my step. I didn't know whether it was because the youngster fancied me or I was desperate to touch and feel his fresh penis that elated me. Perhaps it was the element of danger that excited me. The illicit affair between a woman and a young ... I dreaded to think how old he was. Reaching the park, I realized that I was behaving stupidly. Crystal wouldn't have done this, would she? She went for mature men, men of experience.

But I wasn't Crystal, was I?

Sitting on the bench, I checked my watch and realized that I was about fifteen minutes early. Jackie would think me terrible if she knew what I was up to, I mused, wondering whether I'd make it to the pub later. I might be jeopardizing my career as a writer of erotic fiction. If it came to light that I seduced young lads in the park ... I was being ridiculous. No one would know of my clandestine meeting.

While I waited, I pondered on the young girl in the bushes. She must have lived nearby. Sneaking into the back gate and spying on me, she was probably only playing about. But she'd appeared to be so anxious, tormented. I'd have to discover where she lived, I mused. Deciding to the nail the gate closed, my thoughts turned to Crystal Marshall. She was somewhere. Dead or alive, she was somewhere. The sooner the police discovered where she was, the better. I had to get her out of my mind and concentrate on my book. And as for the cottage with the laburnum tree and the well ...

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“Jade,” Mog called as he ambled towards me. “I didn't think you'd turn up.”

“I made a promise,” I sighed, gazing longingly at the bulge in his tight blue jeans. “I don't break promises. Well, not very often.”

“Fancy a walk in the trees?” he asked, his wide eyes focused on my naked thighs.

“Sit down, Mog. We have to talk before ... We must talk.”

“What about?” he asked, sitting beside me.

“First of all, how old are you?”

“You have a thing about my age, don't you?” he chuckled.

“Just answer the question, Mog.”

“I told my girlfriend to sod off,” he announced proudly. “She was playing around with another ...”

“Mog?”

“Oh, right. Er ... I’m eighteen. I told you that last night. My age isn't important, Jade. I like you and you like me, so what's the problem?”

“The problem is ... There's no problem,” I conceded as he placed his hand on my thigh. My clitoris stirring, my juices of desire seeping into my tight panties, I had to have him. “Come on, then,” I smiled, trying not to appear too eager. I’d never been so bloody eager for sex. “We'll take a walk in the trees.”

Following a path through the trees, I wondered just how experienced Mog was. Illegal though it was, he'd probably screwed his girlfriend, I mused. Had he licked and sucked her young pussy? Had he pushed his knob into her mouth and spermed over her tongue? Many girls of fifteen could easily pass for twenty, I 156

reflected. And I was sure that many were more experienced than I. I had to relax, I knew as I again pondered on committing an offence. No one would know that I’d screwed ... But
I
’d bloody well know.

Emerging from the trees into a clearing by a high fence, I turned and looked at Mog. Wondering what his real name was, I decided to ask him about his sexual experience as I sat on the short grass and rested my chin on my knees. He could see my bulging panties, I knew as I followed his gaze. I was a tart, wasn’t I? Joining me, he stared longingly at my naked thighs, the swell of my tight panties, and I imagined his young penis fully erect, in dire need of my hot wet mouth. Mouth-fuck. Mouth-sperm.

“Your girlfriend,” I began. “Did you ...”

“No,” he smiled. “She wouldn't let me.”

“Just as well, seeing as she’s only fifteen. Have you had many girlfriends?”

“Not really. I mean, I know what to do but ...”

“You certainly do,” I giggled.

“I know what you're building up to,” he sighed.

“Do

you?”

“I've never done it,” he confessed. “That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?”

“No, no. Why did you want me to go into the trees, Mog?”

“You know why. I’m a virgin, OK?”

“Would you like me to teach you?”

“You don't have to teach me,” he returned. “I do know what to do.”

“All right,” I grinned, standing up. “You can begin by undressing me.”

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His dark eyes looking up at me, he tugged my skirt down to my ankles with an eagerness that stated in no uncertain terms that he was desperate to lose his virginity.

But I was in no rush to have him penetrate me and shoot his fresh sperm over my cervix. As he pulled my panties down and gazed longingly at the blonde fleece covering my vulval flesh, I stepped out of my clothes and stood before him with my legs wide apart.

I felt as though I had power. For the first time in my life, I was with a male who was less experienced than I. Engulfed by an overwhelming desire to teach him all I knew, I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to the ground. He watched with bated breath as I unhooked my bra and let it fall clear of my firm breasts. My nipples elongated in the relatively cool air of the shady clearing, I massaged my sensitive milk buds as I ordered him to strip naked.

Eagerly complying, he almost ripped his clothes off and stood naked before me with his young penis fully erect. Kneeling, I fully retracted his foreskin and kissed his glistening purple knob. He shuddered, he penis twitching expectantly as I tentatively licked his ripe plumb. His girlfriend wouldn't have done this, I knew as I engulfed the bulbous head of his cock in my wet mouth and gently sucked. Not wanting him to shoot his spunk too soon, I slipped his knob out of my mouth and licked up and down his solid shaft. He gasped, his naked body trembling as my tongue worked its way over his heaving balls. Being so young, he'd probably be able to fuck my mouth and my cunt, I mused in my rising wickedness.

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“That's nice,” he breathed as I sucked his swollen glans into my hot mouth again. Moving my head forward, I took his knob to the back of my throat and gently sank my teeth into his young shaft. Kneading his youthful balls, I slipped my hand between his thighs and ran my fingertip up and down his buttock crease. Barely able to stand on his trembling legs, he clung to my head as I teased the sensitive brown ring of his anus. Unable to control myself as he gasped and writhed, I pushed my finger deep into the heat of his rectum and massaged the inner flesh of his tight bottom.

His knees bending as I hugged his glans between my wet lips and snaked my tongue over its silky-smooth surface, he let out a long low moan of pleasure as his spunk gushed from his throbbing knob. Sucking and mouthing as he pumped out his sperm, I pistoned his hot bottom-hole with my finger, sustaining his orgasm as his naked body sagged with pleasure. Swallowing his spunk, fervently gobbling his orgasming knob, I wanked his rock-hard shaft with my free hand until I'd completely drained his heavy balls.

He was unable to speak as I withdrew my finger from his anal canal and sucked the last droplets of sperm from his purple plum. Finally collapsing to the ground, he lay in a heap of quivering limbs. Feeling not only proud of myself but in complete control as he rolled onto his back, I squatted over his face and yanked the swollen lips of my pussy wide apart. My knees either side of his head, I lowered the open centre of my naked body, forcing my inner cunt flesh hard against his gasping mouth.

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“Tongue-fuck my cunt.” I breathed in my devilry, manoeuvring my hips and aligning my open sex hole with his hot mouth. I felt his tongue delve deep into my drenched cunt, tasting me, licking the creamy walls of my sex sheath as I writhed and gasped above him. I had an hour or so before meeting Jackie in the pub, but wasn't going to waste any time. Young Mog was going to be subjected to more crude sex in an hour than he'd probably thought he'd experience in a life time. My juices of desire bubbling from my tongued sex hole and filling his mouth, I felt my clitoris swell and throb. My orgasm was nearing, I knew as he reached up and squeezed the firm spheres of my young breasts. He'd come in my mouth, and now I was going to fill his mouth with my orgasmic juices.

“Suck my clitoris,” I gasped, swivelling my hips and pushing the hard nodule of my pleasure bud into his pussy-wet mouth. The heavenly sensations driving me wild as his tongue swept over the sensitive tip of my sex button, I tossed my head back and looked up at the trees towering above me. My womb rhythmically contracting, my vaginal fluid gushing from my open sex hole, I cried out as the explosion of lust ripped through my naked body.

Leaning back, my cunt lips gaping, I rested my hands on the ground either side of his hips as my cunt milk flooded his already drenched face. Lifting his head, he licked the full length of my bared sex valley, his wet tongue sweeping over my pulsating clitoris as my screams of ecstasy resounded throughout the trees. Again, my orgasm peaked, my pussy cream gushing over his face as I rode the crest of my illicit climax. His tongue entering the burning sheath of my cunt as my orgasm finally began to retreat, I closed my eyes as he drank the juices of desire from my open body.

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Fervently sucking and licking, he cleansed me, swallowing every last drop of my girl come before resting his head on the ground.

“Not bad for a first-timer,” I grinned, hauling my trembling body up and sitting on his firm chest. “Now you may attend my bottom-hole.” Turning, I lowered my naked body until my rounded buttocks rested against his wet cheeks. “Tongue-fuck my bottom,” I breathed, eyeing his solid penis, his rolling balls. As his tongue licked my anal crease, seeking the small hole to my rectum, he finally located the brown eye of my anus. Teasing the delicate tissue there, he yanked my firm buttocks wide apart and pushed his tongue inside me.

“Yes,” I breathed as his tongue delved further into my rectum. My girl juice flowing between my inner lips, I again tossed my head back and looked up at the trees as he tongue-fucked my arsehole. Tongue-fuck. Arse-fuck. Losing all sense of time, I revelled in the lewd sensations, my naked body trembling as wondrous ripples of crude sex drifted over my naked flesh. But this wasn't enough, I knew as my mind flooded with lewd thoughts. Crystal would have used and abused him, she'd have delighted in ...

Whisperings drifting through my mind, I slipped off his face and grabbed a branch from the ground. As if possessed, I ordered him to roll over onto his stomach.

His eyes frowning, he did as I'd asked and lay with his firm buttocks perfectly positioned for the birch. He'd no doubt complain and protest, I knew as I raised the branch above his tensed bottom orbs. But I had to live out a fantasy.

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Bringing the branch down with a loud swishing noise, I grinned as it struck the unblemished moons of his young buttocks. Crying out, he tried to roll over as the branch flailed his tensed anal orbs again. His pale skin reddening as I continued the merciless thrashing, I finally discarded the branch and yanked his crimsoned buttocks wide apart. Focusing on his brown ring, I pushed the tip of my finger past his anal sphincter muscles and drove it deep into the heat of his rectal duct. Reaching beneath his balls with my free hand, I grabbed his solid cock and pulled it up between his parted thighs.