Lust Quest (18 page)

“No,” he gasped as I pressed the solid shaft of his penis against his balls, his swollen glans forced up between the backs of his thighs. “Jade, what are you doing?”

Ignoring him, I thrust my finger in and out of his bottom-hole and rolled his foreskin back and forth over the globe of his swollen glans. Would he shoot his spunk over his buttocks? I wondered, wanking his young cock faster. Struggling, he seemed to be in pain as I tried to force his knob between his firm buttocks. My finger slipping out of his hot anal sheath as he finally managed to roll away from me, I grinned.

“Don't be a naughty boy, Mog,” I said huskily.

“You were hurting me,” he complained.

“You can get your own back now,” I said, passing him the branch and positioning my naked body on all fours. Projecting my rounded buttocks, I turned my head and looked at him. “Give me a gentle thrashing,” I ordered him. “And then you may fuck my wet cunt.”

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Kneeling behind me, he brought the branch down with such force that I fell forward, my head meeting the grass as the burning sensation permeated my naked bottom. Again, the branch lashed me, the loud smacking sound sending the birds fluttering from the trees. I couldn't believe the incredible pleasure I was deriving from the crude thrashing as the branch repeatedly lashed my burning buttocks. My cunt juices coursing down my inner thighs, my sensitive nipples scraping the ground, I sank my fingernails into the grass as I endured the lewd beating. I wanted his tongue in my bottom again, licking me there, massaging my inner rectal flesh. This was my chance to enact any and every crude act imaginable, and I was determined not to let the opportunity to pass me by.

`”Fuck my cunt,” I murmured as the branch thrashed the fiery globes of my naked bottom. He immediately dropped the branch and pressed his swollen knob between the engorged cushions of my pussy lips. He was about to lose his virginity, I mused as his glans entered the hot wet shaft of my tightening cunt. He was going to fuck me and spunk me - and discover manhood. “Grab my hips and fuck me hard,” I instructed him in my lechery. “I want to feel your beautiful cock fucking my wet cunt.”

Ramming into me, his gasps floating on the warm air, his swinging balls battering my puffy sex lips, he fucked me with a vengeance. My clitoris swelling, I reached beneath my naked body and massaged the sensitive protrusion. I wanted our orgasms to explode together, his sperm filling my tight cunt as my clitoris erupted in ecstasy. He slapped my stinging buttocks as he pistoned my vaginal cylinder with his rock-hard cock. The sensations ripping through my contracting womb, I breathed in 163

the scent of the grass as my ecstasy heightened. I was going to come in a flood of vaginal juice, I knew as my erect nipples scraped over the rough ground. My buttocks on fire as he spanked me, I thought of Crystal, wondering what she would have done with the virginal lad.

“Push your cock up my arse,” I breathed, wondering at my crude words. “I want you to fuck my tight arse.” I couldn't believe the depths my debauchery had plunged me to as I felt his penis slip out of my spasming cunt. His bulbous glans pressing hard against my sensitive anal ring, I again dug my fingernails into the ground as his solid knob slipped past my tight portal and peered into my anal tract.

From the prude to the whore, I was turning.

“You asked for it,” he chuckled, grabbing my hips and ramming his entire length into my tight anal shaft. I felt as though I was going to split open as my spasming duct inflated, my delicate brown tissue tautly stretched around the root of his rock-hard penis. My pelvic cavity bloated, my naked body convulsed fiercely as he began spanking my burning buttocks. Loud slaps resounding around the trees, he withdrew his huge organ and rammed into me again.

Repeatedly withdrawing his hard cock and driving into my tight arse, his swinging balls battering my swollen vaginal cushions, his lower stomach slapping my tensed buttocks, he fucked my naked body as if I were a rag doll. Rocking back and forth, my face pressed against the grass, I massaged my clitoris to a massive orgasm.

Quivering, crying out as my pleasure heightened, I heard him groan as his sperm gushed from his bulbous knob and flooded my hot bowels. Imagining another penis 164

fucking my wet cunt as another pumped spunk into my thirsty mouth, I began to wish that I'd gone to the orgy and allowed the three men to use and abuse my naked body.

But there'd be another opportunity, wouldn't there?

As Mog slowed his crude arse fucking, my orgasm beginning to wane, he finally stilled his trembling body. Gasping for breath, my sperm-oozing anal tissue gripping the base of his deflating cock, I again wondered at the murky depths of my crudity. How far would I plummet into the vile swamp of decadence? I wondered as his cock left the spunk-flooded sheath of my arse. Sperm running from my inflamed bottom-hole and trickling into my yawning vaginal valley, I thought I'd reached the bottom of the pit of sexual depravity.

“You're quite a girl,” Mog chuckled, slapping my stinging buttocks as I rolled over and lay on my back. “I wish Libby had been like you.”

“She's fifteen, Mog,” I murmured, sitting upright. “Far too young for ...”

“Here we go,” he sighed. “You're on about age again.”

“It's just that ... It doesn't matter. Look, I have to go. I'm meeting a friend later for a drink.”

“Male or female?”

“Female.”

“Safe enough, then.”

“Yes, yes safe enough,” I grinned.

“See you here tomorrow?”

“God, I don't know.”

“Why don't you know? I’m a man now.”

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“I don’t know because ... I just don't know.”

“You either want to meet me or you don't.”

“All right, I'll be here. Eight o'clock, OK?”

“OK.”

As he dressed, I managed to stagger to my feet and tug my panties up my sagging legs. This was going to become a regular thing, I knew as I pulled my skirt on. But was that so bad? If we only met in the park for crude sex ... I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what I wanted, where my life was taking me or ... I was about to become a published writer, I mused as Mog finished dressing. A writer who fucked young lads in the park? It was different, that was for sure.

“I'll walk through the park with you,” he said as I buttoned my blouse and stepped into my shoes.

“No, I'll stay here for a while,” I smiled. “I need some time alone, time to think.”

“OK. Well, it's been ... I don't know what to say, Jade.”

“Say nothing, Mog. Go now. I'll see you tomorrow evening.”

“Great. Bye, then.”

“Bye.”

Watching him follow the path into the trees, I took a deep breath and sat on the grass. Jackie would be waiting for me in the pub. Desperate to talk about her orgy, she'd be bubbling over with excitement. But I had a sex life now, I mused. No longer stuck in my flat hammering out romantic fiction on the keyboard, I now had an 166

enviable sex life. Enviable? I was sure that my mother wouldn't have been envious.

And my father would have been positively disgusted with his baby girl had he known the things I'd done. “Baby girl,” I breathed, aware of my tight panties filling with a blend of sperm and girl juice as my sex holes drained.

Once so innocent in my tender years, my young body barely grown, my breasts only buds, the crack of my vagina devoid of hair ... The baby had grown into a girl and then a woman and then a slut. My sex crack once so private and tightly closed was now on offer to virtually anyone, yanked wide open to display my intricate inner folds - the wet entrance to my cunt. Tongue-fuck. Arse-fuck. Mouth-fuck. Cunt.

Was it me or society I was worried about? I mused. My thoughts were private.

My sexual exploits shared with only a select few. If I were to fuck Mog in the park every evening, then only he and I would know. Our secret. Until I opened my mouth to Jackie. Opened my mouth to her? I'd loved locking my lips to her pussy lips and drinking the slippery girl milk from her hot cunt. I knew that, if I went to the pub that evening, I'd ask her back for coffee and we'd have sex. Was that so wrong? I couldn't get my mind around the idea of a lesbian relationship. Shit. I couldn't get my mind around any bloody relationship.

Walking through the trees, I crossed the park and wandered home. It had been a good day, a bad day. The news from David about the book was good and bad. The sexually depraved acts I'd committed with Mog had been good and bad. Opening the front door as the phone rang, I knew that it would be Jackie. Where was I? What was I 167

doing? Why wasn't I going to the pub? Perhaps it was Alan the ex. I didn't care who it was, I wasn't going to answer it.

Sitting on the sofa, I tugged my wet panties down to my knees and examined the crotch. Spermed, cunny-juiced, sexed ... Pulling the garment over my ankles, I lay on the sofa and breathed in the sex-scent of my wet panties. My clitoris swelled, my juices of arousal oozed. I needed to come, yet again. I'd sleep for a while and then masturbate, I decided, dropping my panties to the floor and closing my eyes. Sleep and then masturbate and finger my cunt and my bottom-hole and pump out my juices of desire and come again and again until ...

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slept on the sofa until the sun rose the following morning. Hauling my aching I body up and holding my hand to my head as the phone rang, I sighed. “Not until I’ve had coffee,” I murmured, making my way to the kitchen. Filling the kettle, I gazed out of the window and saw the girl’s face peering through the bushes. Rubbing my eyes, I looked again. She was there, watching, spying. This was my chance to grab her, I thought, opening the back door. As I meandered down the garden looking at the flowerbeds, I was sure that she didn’t realize that I’d seen her.

“Hallo,” I smiled as I approached the bushes and looked her in the eye.

“What’s your name?” She disappeared like a flash of lightening. Leaping into the bushes, I couldn’t understand how she’d slipped through the gate into the ally at such speed. “That’s it,” I murmured, deciding to nail the gate shut as I wandered back to the kitchen. I didn’t know who the girl was or what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to have her sneaking into my garden and spying on me. The phone ringing again, I grabbed the receiver and sighed as Jackie began complaining.

“I couldn’t make it to the pub,” I returned.

“I waited until closing time, Jade. Where the hell did you get to?”

“I was with a friend. I thought I’d be able to meet you but ...”

“That Alan was there asking about you.”

“Oh?”

“He said that you’d been there with a young lad.”

“Yes, that’s right. He’s a friend of a friend.”

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“Alan reckons that you were pretty close to each other.”

“No, of course we weren’t. We bumped into each other and had a chat, that was all.”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Jackie, I’ve had a bad night. I’m not interested in rumours.”

“What are you doing today?”

“I’ve only just got up. I suppose I should work.”

“All work and no play ... I thought you might want to come round. It must be my turn to make the coffees.”

“Er ... OK, then. We’ll have a chat and then I’ll come back and work on the book. I’ve got to get ready so I’ll be a while.”

“All right, I’ll see you soon.”

I had the feeling that Jackie was up to something, although I didn’t know what. She loved sitting in the sun in my garden. It was most unusual for her to invite me to her place for coffee. No doubt I’d find out what was going on, I mused as I showered and dressed. Feeling guilty as I finally left my flat, I knew that I should be working on my novel. David would soon be nagging me for the rest of the book, and I’d have no excuse. But it was early days, I consoled myself. There was plenty of time, wasn’t there?

“Come in,” Jackie said as she opened the door.

“What are you up to?” I asked, following her into the kitchen.

“The young lad you were with in the pub.”

“What about him?”

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“You were seen.”

“So you said.”

“What you were doing to him. Your friend Alan saw it all.”

“He couldn’t have done. All I did was ...”

“Wank him off beneath the table. You’re getting as bad as me, Jade.”

“God, I didn’t realize that ...”

“How old is he?”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen,

my

foot.”

“I’m not interested in him or your foot. I have some news.”

“Oh?”

“My agent rang yesterday. He wants my dirty ... My erotic novel.”

“Jade, That’s brilliant,” she beamed excitedly. “How much will you get?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What did you write about?”

“Sex, what else?”

“Tell me about it. Was it cocks and pussies or ...”

“You’ll read it when it’s published.”

“Is there a sixteen-year-old boy in the book?”

“No, Jackie, there isn’t.”

“What was his cock like? Fresh, stiff, big and ...”

“Jackie ... I thought we were having coffee?”

“Did he spunk over your hand?”

“Jackie!”

“Sorry. Come into the lounge. I have a surprise for you.”

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Following her through the hall, I pondered on Mog. I don’t know why I felt so guilty. OK, so he was young. So what? He was too young, but did that really matter?

He had a beautiful penis, hard, fresh, unblemished in youth. He was desperate for sexual experience, desperate to explore the female form, to learn. Why should he be denied pleasures of the flesh because of his age? But my conscience still nagged me.

He should be playing around with girls of his own age, not being seduced by an older woman. Older? I was only twenty-one.

“What do you think?” Jackie asked as we entered the lounge.

“What’s that for?” I breathed, gazing at a massage table set in the middle of the room. “I didn’t realize that you were into ...”