Lust Quest (21 page)

“Consenting? Tied down and ... Why the hell did you use hair removing cream on me?”

“I thought you’d like it.”

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“Like it? You are a cow, Jackie.”

“Oh, thanks. So, what do you think of your girlie pussy?”

“I think it looks terrible. Anyway, where did you get to?”

“I went out for lunch with the men. You were sleeping, so ...”

“Unconscious, more like.”

“I thought we’d go to the pub this evening.”

“I ... I don’t know, Jackie. I’ve so much to do.”

“Writing?”

“Er ... Yes. I really have to get on with the book. Maybe tomorrow evening.”

“You’re going out somewhere, aren’t you?” she asked suspiciously.

“No, no. I have to work. I’ll give you a ring tomorrow.”

“OK. Presumably you’ll be coming to my next party?”

“I’ll ring you, Jackie.”

Next party? I didn’t know what I was going to do, apart from nail the gate shut before my visit to the park to meet Mog. Grabbing a hammer and a jar of nails from beneath the kitchen sink, I wandered down the garden and slipped into the bushes. If Mog was going to be a regular visitor, which I reckoned he was, then I didn’t want kids creeping into the garden and spying on us. Managing to nail the gate shut, without hitting my thumb with the hammer, I grappled my way out of the bushes.

That was that little problem deal with, I mused, deciding to go to the park early and enjoy the early evening sun. I should have cooked a meal but wasn’t feeling very hungry. Besides, I couldn’t be bothered to cook. Standing before the hall mirror, I brushed my hair and grinned. I was attractive, even though I thought so myself. I 191

had a good body, a body I’d at last discovered. And I was determined to ... But Mog was so young, I again thought anxiously.

Walking down the street, a warm breeze wafting up my dress and playing around the hairless lips of my wetting vagina, I felt alive with sex. I was going to meet Mog, my secret lover, my young plaything, my toyboy. He was Romeo and I Juliet, and we’d fuck rotten. Right or wrong, I didn’t care. In my view, he was a male with a beautiful penis and he was able to fuck me to orgasm. Besides, he’d bought alcohol in the pub and had as good as said that he was eighteen. Almost eighteen.

What the fuck?
I giggled inwardly as I walked across the park to the bench, our bench.

It occurred to me that I knew nothing about Mog as I relaxed beneath the evening sun. I didn’t know where he lived, or what his real name was. But it didn’t matter. My unknowing added mystery to the relationship. He was an unknown quantity, enigmatic, inexperienced in youth ... And I wanted his perfect body. The time would inevitably come when he found a girl of his own age, I pondered sadly. As the years passed, he’d develop an eye for the younger girls. I was twenty-one. By the time I was twenty-five, he’d be ... My thinking was silly. I wasn’t in love so it didn’t matter.
Enjoy the moment
, my ageing aunt used to say. There would always be a supply of fresh teenage boys for the taking. There’d always be an abundance of muscular young lads only too willing to attend my naked body and pleasure me.

Checking my watch, I looked about the park. With over half an hour to go, I decided to take a walk across the grass to the trees. As I wandered past a row of bushes, I happened to notice a figure in the distance. Wondering whether it was Mog, 192

I watched as the figure grew larger. It was a woman. She appeared to be walking slowly, cautiously, as she made her way towards the trees. Slipping behind the bushes, I watched her. Why I was hiding, I didn’t know. Perhaps it was guilt. I might have known the woman and she’d think it odd that I was hanging around by the trees in a dress so short that ...

As she approached, she looked about her. I didn’t recognize her, but had the notion that she was looking for me. Intuition? I didn’t know what it was as she followed the row of bushes and finally slipped into the trees. She was wearing a short skirt and blouse, not odd for the time of year. But she was carrying a large bag. There was something about her, something that made me feel uneasy. Mog would arrive shortly, I mused. Perhaps the mysterious female was searching for him. Whatever it was that she wanted, I could hardly have sex in the woods with Mog knowing that she might be lurking nearby. Creeping through the undergrowth, I was sure that there was no way through the woods, the path didn’t lead anywhere. I could hear twigs cracking underfoot, but saw no sign of her until I was close to the clearing.

Looking about her as she dumped the bag of the ground, she checked her watch. Sign enough that she’d arranged to met Mog, I decided. But why would he ask another woman to join us? I wondered. Taking a closer look at her face, I realized that she was in her teens. Perhaps it was Mog’s girlfriend, I pondered fearfully. A fifteen-year-old? It was time to leave, I decided, squatting behind a bush. But not until Mog had arrived and I’d discovered exactly what was going on. I didn’t have to wait long.

He emerged from the trees and stood in the clearing smiling at the girl.

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“She’ll be here soon,” he said.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” the girl sighed.

“It’s a brilliant idea,” he replied. “You’d better get ready.”

“There’s plenty of time. Besides, we’ll hear her coming.”

“Get ready now, just in case. Have you got everything?”

“Yes,” she murmured, picking the bag up.

“I’ll see you later, back at the pub.”

“OK,” she said, and wandered into the bushes.

I watched Mog for several minutes, wondering what on earth was going on.

The girl was hiding in the bushes, he was waiting for me ... Suddenly realizing what they might be planning to do, I bit my lip. I couldn’t leave without the bushes rustling, and twigs cracking. But I daren’t show myself. Wondering what to do as Mog sat on the ground, I knew that I had to face him.

“Hi,” I smiled, walking into the clearing.

“You look great,” he beamed, eyeing my naked thighs.

“Thanks. I’m afraid I can’t stay.”

“Why not? I thought we were going to ...”

“Yes, I know. It’s just that something’s happened.”

“Oh,” he sighed, glancing at the bushes. “I was looking forward to ... Well, you know.”

“So was I, Mog. The thing is, someone saw us together. Not in the pub. I mean here, in the woods. Because of your age ...”

“Who saw us?”

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“A girl. I don’t know her name but a friend of mine knows her and ... It’s a long story.”

“A girl? But ...”

“She’s going to blackmail you, Mog. And me, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d followed us here and was hiding somewhere.”

“Who’s this friend of yours?” he asked, again glancing at the bushes.

“Just a friend. If you’d like to, you can come round to my place. We’d be safe enough there. I’d better go home now. I don’t want to be seen hanging around here.”

“Yes, right. I’ll ... I’ll call round later. Say, half an hour?”

“That would be nice. I’ll be ready and waiting for you.”

Leaving the clearing, I felt quite proud of myself. The girl was going to take photographs of us having sex. She’d then demand money from me in return for keeping quiet about the illicit affair. It was a pretty good plan. No matter what Mog’s age, They knew that I’d be worried and pay up. Not that I had any money. I might even carry the scam a little further, I mused as I crossed the park. I could make out that the girl had been in touch with me and threatened to expose us. Whatever happened, I was looking forward to an evening of rampant sex with the lad.

Deciding to tidy up before Mog arrived, I grabbed the pile of freebie newspapers from behind the front door. I was about to put them in the bin when I noticed a small package among them. It was the book from David. Grinning as I flicked through the pages, I wondered when it had arrived. “Autopederasty?” I murmured. “The insertion of one’s penis into their anus.” Now that was an interesting 195

idea, I thought, recalling pulling Mog’s penis through his legs and pressing his glans against his buttocks.

Tossing the book onto the hall table, I pondered on Mog and his wicked plan to blackmail me. He’d ruined all we could have had together, I reflected. It was only sex, but ... I didn’t know what to think as I dumped the newspapers in the bin. We certainly couldn’t meet in the park again. He’d put an end to our fun and games in the trees. But why had he brought the girl in to blackmail me? He might have thought that I had money, but to blackmail me ... The doorbell ringing, I checked myself in the hall mirror.

I seemed to be changing, I observed. I had a look of ... I didn’t know what it was as I brushed my long blonde hair away from my face. A look of wickedness about me? My lips seemed to furl into a salacious smile, my eyes reflected an inner desire. A young lad calling round for sex? I pondered, opening the front door. What would Crystal have done with him?

“Hi,” he smiled, stepping into the hall. “This friend of yours ...”

“I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do, Mog,” I interrupted him. “All I know is that we were seen in the woods by some girl or other and she thought it a good idea to blackmail us. As far as I know, she was going to drop me in it for screwing an underage boy. Anyway, it’s been dealt with.”

“Dealt

with?”

“She won’t be interfering anymore. Come through to the lounge.”

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That had put the frighteners on him, I knew as he sat in the armchair. I supposed it was because I’d kept harping on about his age that he thought I was really worried. Which I was. The last thing I’d needed was ... I had no need to worry, I was sure as he gazed longingly at my naked thighs. I’d put an end to his silly games, and we were now free to enjoy crude sex. Wondering what he’d think of my hairless pussy, I sat on the sofa and parted my thighs a little.

“I’m not underage,” he murmured solemnly.

“I know you’re not, Mog,” I smiled, parting my thighs a little further. “Do you know what I’d like to do to you?”

“No,” he smiled, catching sight of my hairless vaginal crack. His eyes lighting up, he leaned forward. “Tell me what you’d like to do to me.”

“I’d like to ... Come over here and I’ll show you.”

Leaping to his feet, he stood before me with his face beaming as I unbuckled his belt. He’d been stupid to think that he could blackmail me. There again, that was only my theory. But why else would a girl be hiding in the bushes? She must have had a camera ready to take incriminating photographs of me screwing Mog. I’d have to teach him a lesson, I reflected, pulling his jeans down. Naught little boys had to be punished by Crystal.

“Turn round,” I ordered him as he kicked his jeans and shoes off his feet.

“And take your T-shirt off.” Turning, his pert buttocks facing me, I stroked the smooth skin of his anal globes. His Ti-shirt dropping to the floor, I ordered his to stand with his feet wide apart and bend over. His balls hung alluringly between his 197

thighs, the brown eye of his anus exposed within the ravine between his rounded buttocks. Kneading his balls, I reached between his legs and grabbed his solid penis.

His body was perfect, I observed. Not a blemish on his beautiful buttocks, his penis rock-hard, his balls rolling, I leaned forward and kissed his firm bottom cheeks.

Squeezing his solid penis, I pushed my mouth into his anal valley and teased the sensitive tissue of his anus with the tip of my tongue. The bittersweet taste driving me wild, I released his cock and yanked his buttocks wide apart. My tongue slipping into his rectum, I lost myself in my debauchery as he gasped with pleasure. I couldn’t help myself as I licked and sucked. This is what Crystal would have done, I mused, moving back and gazing longingly at his open hole.

“This is what I want to do,” I whispered huskily, pushing a finger deep into the heat of his anal canal. He writhed and quivered as I massaged the greasy inner flesh of his tight tube. I my wickedness, I’d have loved to guide a solid penis into Mog’s tight bum. I doubted that he’d enjoy the experience, but I’d have loved to watch him getting arse-fucked. He hadn’t been subjected to my carrots, I reflected, wondering at his reaction to such a debased act. Would that be punishment enough for his crime of attempted blackmail?

“Let the punishment begin,” I murmured involuntarily.

“The what?” he breathed as I slipped my finger out of his tight anal channel.

“Crystal ...” I began. “I want to tie you up, Mog.”

“Tie me up?” he echoed, turning to face me.

“You’ve heard of bondage, haven’t you?”

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“Yes, but ... It’s the woman who gets tied up, isn’t it?”

“Not

necessarily.”

“I don’t want to be tied up,” he murmured.

“Oh, come on,” I smiled, stroking his heaving balls. “I want you all trussed up, Mog. I want to suck the sperm from your beautiful knob. I’ll lick your balls and your bum. I’ll wank you, rub my cunt all over you and then fuck you. Wait there. I won’t be a minute.”

Grabbing the lengths of washing line from the kitchen cupboard, I suddenly wondered what I was doing. This was madness, I reflected, running the line through my fingers and pondering on thrashing Mog’s naked buttocks. After the session of depraved sex with Jackie and her friends, I was now going to use and abuse a young lad. Gazing out of the kitchen window, I saw the girl’s face peering out of the bushes.

“Jesus,” I breathed, wondering how the hell she’d got into the garden. There was something weird going on, I knew as I watched the girl retreat into the bushes.

“Hurry up,” Mog called from the lounge. Opening the back door, I wandered down the garden and gazed into the bushes. The girl wasn’t human, I knew as I looked at the gate. I’d not made a professional job of nailing it shut, but there was no way she could have opened it. Reckoning that Crystal Marshall was dead, I returned to the house. This was eerie, I thought, closing the back door. And probably dangerous.