Lust Quest (22 page)

“You’d better go,” I said, returning to the lounge.

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“Go?” Mog frowned, gazing at the lengths of washing line dangling from my hands.

“I can’t explain, Mog.”

“I don’t want to go, Jade. I’ve come here for sex, and that’s what I’m going to get.”

“All right,” I grinned. “Lie on the floor, on your back, and I’ll give you sex.”

His face beaming, he lay on the floor with his erect penis pointing to the ceiling. He wanted sex, and he was going to get it, I mused, going about my job of bondage. There was a scene in my book that I’d been pondering on for some time. A young man trussed up and abused by his girlfriend. But things had gone too far and the girl ... I didn’t know where my ideas were coming from as I gazed at Mog’s erect penis. Taking an elastic band from the bureau, I settled by his side and pulled his scrotum away from his body.

“What are you doing?” he asked, raising his head. Ignoring him, I slipped the rubber band over his balls. “Jade, what ...”

“That’s not too tight, is it?” I asked, the band around the neck of his scrotum.

“No, but ...”

“Your balls look nice like that, Mog. Your scrotum’s tight, outlining your sperm eggs beautifully.” Where were my words coming from? I pondered. Sperm eggs? “And now I’ll show you what I enjoy doing to men’s bottoms.”

Racing into the kitchen, I grabbed the biggest carrot I could find. My juices of arousal seeping between the hairless lips of my vagina, I desperately needed Mog/s 200

cock fucking my tight cunt, spunking my cervix. But I had to prepare him before allowing myself the pleasure. Returning to the lounge, I sat between his thighs and parted the firm moons of his buttocks.

“You’ll like this,” I grinned, forcing the thin end of the carrot past his anal sphincter muscles as he tensed his buttocks.

“Jade, I don’t want ...”

“Be quiet, Mog. Unless you want me to gag you.”

“Gag me? I thought we were going to have sex, not ...”

“One more word, and I’ll gag you.”

Easing the carrot deep into his anal canal, I watched his brown ring progressively expand. His balls hugged by his tight scrotum, his anal inlet dilated, I pushed the carrot fully home and pulled his foreskin back. His purple globe inviting my wet mouth, my tongue, I wondered how many times he’d be able to come. Two, three? He remained silent as I slowly wanked his solid cock, rolling the loose flesh of his foreskin back and forth over his glistening knob. I could see his anal sphincter muscles spasming as his cock twitched. Gripping the carrot, his bottom-hole would be sending amazing sensations through his young body

As the phone rang, I released Mog’s rock-hard cock and leaped to my feet. I thought I’d better answer it in case it was Jackie wanting to come round. She’d have loved Mog’s young body, but I had no intention of sharing him. Or it might have been Alan the ex wanting a blowjob.

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“Hi,” Jackie said. “Guess what?”

“I haven’t got time to guess, Jackie,” I returned.

“Crystal Marshall is alive.”

“Really?”

“It seems that she’d had a row with her mother on the phone and then wrecked her room before running off. Anyway, I thought I’d let you know that she’s OK.”

“Yes, I’m glad you did,” I murmured pensively.

“I’ll come round, OK?”

“Yes, OK,” I replied without thinking.

Replacing the receiver, I pondered on the girl in the bushes and the heroine in my book. If Crystal Marshall was alive, then ... then what? Had my imagination been running away with me? Perhaps it was coincidence that I’d called my character Crystal. And the girl in the bushes was probably ... I didn’t know what or who she was. Now that I knew that it wasn’t the ghost of Crystal Marshall haunting me, I felt relieved but more confused.

“Jade, what’s happening?” Mog asked.

“Nothing. Right, where was I? How does your bum feel?”

“It’s ... I don’t know, really. It’s nice.”

“Good. So you’d like me to wank your cock and bring your spunk out?”

“Yes, I really need to come. I think it’s the carrot. It’s making me feel like coming.”

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Settling by his side, I grabbed his penis and walked him as fast as I could. My idea was to bring out his spunk and then restiffen his cock. Once he’d shot his first load, he’d be able to maintain an erection for quite some time. He’d come again, of course, but it would take him that much longer, giving more time to enjoy his young cock. Watching the eye of his knob appear and disappear as I moved his foreskin up and down, I couldn’t wait to watch his spunk jet out and run down my hand. His tight balls jerking, he gasped as moved my hand up and down his solid cock and thrust the carrot in and out of his tight rectum. His naked body becoming rigid, the white liquid shot out of his knob, reaching at least a foot above his body before raining down over his stomach.

“Keep coming,” I ordered him, wanking him even faster. His spunk flying through the air, his foreskin squelching with spunk, I didn’t stop until the flow of sperm had ceased and he seemed to be in pain. “You needed that, didn’t you?” I asked, lapping up the sperm running over the taut bag of his balls. Licking his shaft clean, I moved up to his stomach and sucked up the little pools of spunk. Finally cleansing his purple knob, I licked my hand and grinned at him.

“You’re going to come again now,” I said. His flaccid penis snaking over his balls, I took my wooden ruler from the bureau and settled between his thighs. “I said, you’re going to come again now,” I snapped, slapping his wet cock with the ruler. “Be quiet!” I hissed as he protested. “I want you to come again, so stiffen your cock immediately.” He looked at me with fear mirrored in his wide eyes as I grabbed the end of the carrot and pistoned his rectal cylinder.

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“Let me go, Jade,” he said shakily. “Please, let me ...”

“What was that girl doing hiding in the bushes?” I asked, slapping his limp penis again.

“What

girl?”

“The one ... You know what I’m talking about. What was the plan?”

“There was no ...”

“Right, you’ll be severely punished for lying.”

Try as he did, he could escape his bonds as I repeatedly slapped his penis with the wooden ruler. To my surprise, his cock began to stiffen as I continued the spanking. Finally becoming fully erect, I realized that the so-called punishment was bringing him immense pleasure. Slapping the crimsoned flesh of his solid penis harder, I was amazed as he began to gasp with pleasure. Would he come? I pondered, flailing his cock even harder as his purple knob ballooned and his balls heaved within their taut bag.

“That’s amazing,” he breathed, his cock twitching as the ruler repeatedly struck its solid shaft. Praying for him to come, I knew that this would make an ideal scene fro my book. Talk about truth stranger than fiction, I mused, beating his cock harder. I’d never have dreamed that I could make a man come by thrashing his cock.

Perhaps I should spank my clitoris, I pondered as Mog let out long moans of male pleasure.

“Come,” I urged him, desperate to see his spunk shoot out of his swollen knob. Again and again I struck his rock-hard cock with the ruler, the slaps resounding 204

around the room as my juices of desire gushed out of my burning cunt and drenched my inner thighs. “Come,” I said. “I want your spunk.” I didn’t think he’d be able to make it as I continued to spank his solid penis. As I was about to halt the thrashing and wank the spunk out of his cock, he cried out in his ecstasy as a long thread of sperm left his knob-slit.

“Yes!” I cried excitedly, thrashing his cock harder and faster as he pumped out his sperm. Lost in my sexual delirium, I continued the merciless beating until the front doorbell rang. Mog’s stomach covered in sperm, the white liquid running in rivers down his sides and pooling on the carpet, I wondered what the hell Jackie would think of me as I leaped to my feet. Mog was in no fit state to realize that we had a visitor.

His head lolling from side to side, his eyes rolling, he was oblivious to his surroundings.

“Come in,” I smiled, opening the door to Jackie. “Come and see what I’ve got in the lounge.”

“You haven’t got Alan tied up again, have you?” she giggled.

“No,” I replied, leading her into the room. “But I do have a fine young specimen for you to play with.”

“Jade!” she gasped, her wide eyes gazing at Mogs’ scarlet penis. “What the hell have you done to him?”

“Thrashed the spunk out of his cock,” I grinned. “Take your clothes off and

...”

“No, I’m not staying,” she said, much to my surprise. “I don’t want to be a part of this.”

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“Of what?” I asked, somewhat perplexed by her attitude. “I thought you were into cock sharing.”

“Come with me,” she said, pulling on my arm and leading me out of the room as Mog asked what was going on.

In the kitchen, she shook her head despondently as she paced the floor. I really couldn’t think what her problem was. OK, so Mog might not have been very old, but he was certainly old enough to have sex. Sixteen? I pondered. He was at least sixteen, I think. Perhaps she’d not like the idea of thrashing his cock with the ruler. There again, with the things that went on at her sex parties, I couldn’t imagine why she didn’t want to share Mog with me. Was it the carrot I’d stuffed up his bottom or the elastic band I’d placed around his balls? Unless it was me that worried her, the changes in me.

“You know who he is, don’t you?” she whispered, closing the kitchen door.

“No, I don’t,” I replied. “He’s nick name’s Mog, but ...”

“He is Jeremy Brenswhistle.”

“Who?”

“Have you not heard of Jonathan Brentwhistle?”

“The name rings a bell, but ...”

“The

MP?”

“Oh, right. But ...”

“Jade, that’s his son you have tied up on your lounge floor.”

“Oh, shit,” I gasped.

“Exactly. If your publisher or agent or whoever finds out that you’ve been ...”

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“That explains the girl,” I murmured.

“Girl?”

“Never mind. I’d better get rid of him. You wait here.”

“If this got into the papers, you’d be finished.”

“Yes, I realize that.”

“I’m going. You get rid of him and I’ll see you in the pub this evening.”

“Yes, all right. I’ll be there.”

“Right. I’ll see you later.”

As she left, I realized what the lad’s game was. The girl in the bushes had probably had a camera and would threaten to expose us. Mog would reveal his true identity and tell me to pay the girl otherwise his father would find out and I’d be in the papers accused of God knows what. They’d probably only have asked for a thousand or two. I’d have found the money somehow, borrowed or whatever, to keep the girl quiet. Mog would pretend to be as worried as I was, of course. He’d say that his father would have me locked up for seducing his ‘underage’ son and my only choice was to pay the girl off. What a little bastard, I mused, returning to the lounge.

“There’s been a development,” I said, sitting on the floor beside him. “It seems that someone has taken photographs of us together in the woods.”

“No, she ...” he began. “No one knew we were there.”

“Someone did, Mog. I’ve just been shown a photograph. I really don’t think your father will be very impressed to hear that you’ve been boozing in pubs and screwing girls in the park. So, you’d better get out of here before ...”

“It wasn’t meant to be like this,” he said, pulling on his bonds.

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“Wasn’t it? You’d better tell me exactly what’s going on.”

“All right, all right,” he finally breathed. “I’ll tell you everything.”

It transpired that his accomplice in the bushes was Libby, his girlfriend. Their plan was just as I’d expected. But what I hadn’t realized was that they’d targeted me.

Mog hadn’t simply been strolling in the park. He’d seen me several times and thought I looked gullible, which I was. He followed me to the park and chatted me up. Like a fool, I fell for it.

“I’m sorry,” he said when he’d finished his confession.

“So am I, Mog. We could have had a good thing going, but now ...”

“We still can,” he said enthusiastically. “I really like you, Jade.”

“So much so that you were going to blackmail me?”

“No ... I suppose so.”

“You have a girlfriend, Mog. Go back to her and, when you’ve grown up, come and see me.”

“I want to see you now,” he sighed. “I
have
grown up, believe me.”

“What, in the space of a few seconds?”

“Yes.”

Taking his flaccid penis in my hand, I slowly wanked him. Would he come again? I wondered, gazing at the crimsoned shaft of his young cock as it swelled and hardened. Grown up? I pondered. He should have been with a girl of his own age, not a nymphomaniac in her twenties who was bent on crude sex. His cock fully erect, he began breathing heavily as I moved my hand up and down his shaft faster. In his 208

youth, he could come again and again, I reflected. It would be a shame to send such a fine young man packing. But I had to, didn’t I? I daren’t see him again.

“Coming,” he gasped, his white spunk jetting from his purple knob and landing on my hand. Spurt after spurt flying through the air, splattering his stomach as I wanked him, I leaned over and sucked his orgasming knob into my thirsty mouth.

Drinking from his fountainhead, swallowing his copious flow of sperm, I continued to wank his twitching shaft as he gasped and writhed in his male pleasure. No, I couldn’t send him packing, never to see him again.

Lapping up the sperm from the firm plateau of his stomach, licking his young balls clean, I finally released his naked body and ordered him to dress. I’d used and abused him, thrashed his penis to orgasm, taught him things that he was too young to know of. Perhaps I was too young to know? I pondered as he finished dressing and looked at me with anticipation reflected in his wide eyes. Moving to the door, he turned and opened his mouth as if about to speak.