Lust Quest (29 page)

The trowel handle shooting out of her cunt as her body convulsed wildly, I lashed the sex-wet lips of her glistening vulva. Was I possessed? I wondered as I continued the cruel thrashing. This was what Crystal had done to herself in the woods, it was what she’d wanted. And it was what I wanted. Abusing a beautiful young girl’s naked body, sexually torturing her ... If was possessed, then it was only by myself, my own wicked thoughts.

Finally dropping the branch to the ground, I leaned over the girl’s trembling body and ran my tongue up and down the inflamed crack of her vagina. Her breathing slowing as she recovered, her naked body twitching, she was obviously enjoying my intimate attention. Lapping up her flowing juices of lust, I yanked her pussy lips wide apart and gazed at the intricate folds of her inner sex flesh. Her clitoris erect, fully emerged from beneath its protective bonnet, her cunt holes oozing with cream, I decided that it was time for her to come.

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Licking her clitoris, repeatedly sweeping my tongue over its sensitive tip, I thrust three fingers deep into the tight sheath of her drenched cunt and massaged her vaginal walls. She was going to come if it was the last thing she did, I mused, pistoning her sex sheath and sucking her solid clitoris into my wet mouth. Her juices of lust squelching, her naked body convulsing, I decided to see how many orgasms she could have.

She came in a gush of cunt milk which spewed from her vaginal entrance, covering my hand and spraying her inner thighs. Her clitoris pulsating in my mouth, her vaginal muscles tightening, gripping my pistoning fingers, I forced out her orgasm as she squirmed and writhed in ecstasy. On and on her pleasure rode, her body shaking violently, her stomach jerkily rising and falling, her firm breasts heaving.

This was the first of many, I mused, slipping my fingers out of her burning sex sheath and grabbing the end of the bottle. Thrusting the phallus in and out of her anal duct, I continued to mouth and suck her pulsating clitoris, sustaining her incredible climax.

Wishing that young Mog and his friends were with me, I imagined them taking turns to fuck Crystal’s tight cunt, filling her vaginal cavern with their fresh sperm. I’d order them to screw her arsehole, force their solid cocks past her brown ring and fuck her tight rectum and pump her hot bowels full of sperm. Would the girl enjoy a gang bang? I wondered as her orgasm began to subside. Would she enjoy two cocks fucking and spunking her anal canal? It could always be arranged.

Giving her clitoris one last lick, I sat up and smiled at her. Her face flushed, her hair matted with perspiration, I knew she’d enjoyed her lesbian-induced coming.

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Grabbing the branch again, I decided to redden the flesh of her young breasts a little more. Her erect nipples standing proud from the dark discs of her areolae, inviting the rough leaves of the branch, I knew she’d enjoy another breast thrashing.

The first lash rocking her tethered body, I raised the branch and brought it down again as hard as I could. Her breasts heaving, her inflamed nipples rising, I continued the thrashing until she managed to spit my panties out of her mouth and let out a scream. Ordering her to shut up, I lashed her sex-wet vulval flesh, bringing the branch down several times to teach her a lesson.

“Please, stop!” she cried, tossing her head from side to side. “For God’s sake, stop!”

“I’ll allow you to rest for a while,” I smiled.

“Let me go, Jade,” she whimpered. “Please, let me go.”

“But this is what you wanted,” I said, frowning at her tearful eyes.

“No, this isn’t what I wanted. I thought you might make love to me, masturbate me, but not thrash me like that.”

“But that’s what you did in the woods,” I grinned. I wanted to thrash her naked bottom. “We’re waiting for the ghost, aren’t we?”

“There is no ghost,” she whimpered.

“Well, that’s strange. How come you’ve suddenly changed your mind?”

“I haven’t ... I mean, I don’t think it’s a ghost. I believe it’s some force or other that has been ...”

“And I believe it’s Alan,” I interrupted her.

“Alan?”

she

frowned.

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“He’s seen my book and told you about it. This is all a game, isn’t it?”

“No, of course it’s not,” she returned. “For God’s sake, as if I’d do all this for fun.”

“Not for fun, Crystal. I don’t know what it is that you two have planned, but I intend to find out.”

“We have nothing planned. I’ve not seen Alan for ...”

“Be quiet,” I whispered, turning and looking at the open back door. “I thought I heard something.”

Creeping into the kitchen, I listened for movements but heard nothing. If Alan had sneaked into the flat, he might have seen me in the garden. He could have gone into my den and had a quick look at the computer. Had I caught him, he’d have said that he was checking the flat for me, that he still had a key and come across as innocent. Stealing into my den, I gazed at the computer. It was on. Had I left it on? I wondered. I was sure I’d switched it off.

Walking into the lounge, I looked around the room. Nothing had been moved, as far as I could tell. There again, Alan wouldn’t have hung around knowing that I was in the garden. This wasn’t proving anything, I knew as I left the room. Standing in the kitchen, I gazed at Crystal’s naked body staked to the lawn, the bottle emerging between her rounded buttocks. Had I really done that to her? I pondered, eyeing the weals adorning her vulval flesh, the mounds of her firm breasts.

“Let me go, Jade,” she said as I approached her.

“Not until you tell me the truth,” I returned, kneeling beside her.

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“The

truth?

The

truth about what?”

“About all these coincidences. You saying that you’ve changed and that my writing is influencing you. I want the truth, Crystal.”

“There is no truth. I have no explanation for the things that have been happening. If I knew what was going on, then I wouldn’t have come here and ...”

“You came here for sex.”

“I didn’t. I came here to talk to you. Yes, I suggested that you stake me to the lawn. But that was because I wanted to ...”

“Because you wanted to have sex with me. It’s no good, Crystal. I know that you and Alan have been working together to ... to what, I have no idea. Perhaps you wanted to steal my book. Perhaps you wanted to frighten me, make me believe that whatever I wrote affected you. So, tell me the truth.”

“The truth is that I
have
been affected by your writing.”

“You don’t know what I’ve written. Apart from the few things I’ve told you, you haven’t seen the book.”

“Do you mind releasing me? I’m uncomfortable and I can’t talk to you like this.”

“No, you’ll stay there until you tell me what’s going on.”

Her naked body glowing in the evening sun, the hairless lips of her vagina rising alluringly either side of her wet sex crack, I decided to enjoy her body for a while longer. I’d eventually free her, but there was no rush. Lifting my skirt, I moved over her body and placed my knees either side of her head. Pressing the crack of my hairless pussy against her mouth, I ordered her to tongue-fuck my wet cunt. Obeying, she licked the pink entrance to my sex sheath, bringing out my girl milk as her tongue 269

explored my vaginal sheath. Gasping, I swivelled my hips, aligning my solid clitoris with her hot mouth. I could feel her tongue sweeping over my swollen pleasure bud, the electrifying sensations transmitting deep into my fluttering womb.

Gently rocking my hips, massaging the inner flesh of my sex valley against the wet lips of her mouth, I tossed my head back and closed my eyes. Heavenly sensations coursing through my trembling body, I pondered on my new way of life.

Crude sex with men and woman, masturbation, bondage and spanking, crudely fucked and abused by half a dozen young lads ... I’d changed beyond recognition. Was this what I’d wanted? I wondered as Crystal’s tongue snaked around the solid nubble of my pulsating clitoris. My quest had been to gain sexual experience, not to become a bisexual whore-slag.

“God,” I breathed as the birth of my orgasm fluttered deep within my young womb. Rocking my hips faster, massaging my dripping sex flesh hard against her open mouth, I shuddered as my orgasm exploded within my solid clitoris. My juices of lust gushing from my open cunt hole, flooding her face as she sucked out my pleasure, I whimpered in my incredible coming. Wondrous sensations of lesbian sex coursing through my perspiring body, I sang out as my orgasm peaked. Tremors of list rippling through my pelvis, playing within my contracting womb, I rode the crest of my pleasure to my sexual heaven. The hot juices of my vagina flooding Crystal’s face, lubricating the illicit union, my orgasm finally began to wane. Stilling my trembling body, I breathed heavily as the girl licked and sucked the last ripples of sex from my solid clitoris.

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“That was amazing,” I breathed, sliding the wet valley of my burning cunt off her juice-drenched mouth. I’d have to release her, I knew as I recovered from my coming. As much as I’d have liked to, I couldn’t keep her staked to the lawn all night.

She’d return for sex, I knew. She’d probably continue with her ridiculous stories of ghosts and uncharacteristic behaviour, but that didn’t bother me. Whatever she was up to with Alan didn’t worry me. All I wanted was her beautiful body, the hairless flesh of her young vulva, the hot wet sheath of her tight cunt, her pretty mouth and darting tongue.

“Let me go now,” she murmured. Releasing her, I watched her slip the bottle out of her tight anal canal and toss it to the ground. She’d enjoyed herself, I was sure as she pulled her panties up her long legs, veiling the crimsoned flesh of her naked pussy. Thrashed and sexually abused, she’d enjoyed her visit. As she wandered into the kitchen, I happened to glance at the bushes at the end of the garden. Was there movement? I wasn’t sure as I heard the front door close. Was the girl hiding in the bushes, spying on me?

Perhaps Crystal had been right, I mused, wandering down the garden. Perhaps staking her to the lawn had roused some unseen force. No, the idea was crazy. My thinking was going way of course. As I began walking back to the patio, I heard a rustling in the bushes. Turning, I thought I glimpsed a naked girl. It was my imagination, I was sure as I watched the bushes in anticipation. I was probably tired, exhausted after my lesbian sex session. I’d have a shower and then spend the evening working on the book, I decided. A naked girl lurking in the bushes? My mind was playing tricks on me, wasn’t it?

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rang Alan’s mobile the following morning and told him that I’d been delayed and I was leaving within an hour or so. He said he’d be round that evening to check the flat, but didn’t mention a key. I was convinced that he was in collusion with Crystal.

But why had they picked on me? Had it been Alan’s intention from the outset to introduce me to Crystal? Had they planned this well in advance? I didn’t know what to think. The whole business was beginning to interfere with my work. The girl in the bushes, Crystal and her crazy stories ... I couldn’t concentrate.

Leaving the flat, I walked into town. I need to clear my head and thought that a walk around town might help. It was a lovely day, and I’d not bothered wearing panties beneath my short skirt. The hairless lips of my pussy cooled by a slight breeze, I was all too aware of my intimacy as I walked. My naked pussy gave me a sense of freedom, and sent my arousal soaring. Passing a couple of teenage boys, I recalled Mog and his friends. The boys smiled at me, and I wondered whether they’d enjoy my naked body. Would Mog come back for mores sex? I pondered, stopping and turning to face the boys.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I’m lost.”

“Where are you going?” one asked.

“The railway station,” I replied. I felt wicked as they gazed at my naked thighs. I wanted to lift my skirt and show them my hairless pussy. “Can you direct me?”

“Turn left at the roundabout up there and then keep going.”

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“Thanks,” I smiled, walking away.

I could so easily have seduced them, I reflected. I could have lured them into an ally and pulled their hard cocks out and sucked the sperm from their purple knobs.

As I walked along the street, I found myself gazing at the crotches of men’s trousers. I could have had any one of them, I knew as I turned into a side street. Men were weak, I ruminated. Any man would succumb to my feminine charms, I was sure. The pouting lips of my naked pussy wetting with my juices of desire, I decided to put my theory to the test.

There was a row of metal posts separating the road and pavement outside a small gift shop. The ornate posts topped with knobs about an inch in diameter, a wicked idea surfaced from the swamp of my mind. Tentatively sitting on a post, the metal knob slipping between the swollen lips of my pussy, I wriggled my hips. The knob entering the wet sheath of my tightening vagina, I let out a little gasp. The side street wasn’t busy. Only a few window shoppers milling around, I was safe enough pleasuring myself on the post.

Raising myself slightly, the wet knob slipping out of my pussy, I manoeuvred my hips and positioned the knob between the firm globes of my naked buttocks. My body trembling, I slowly lowered myself, the knob pressing against the brown tissue surrounding my tight bottom-hole. Letting out a rush of breath as the knob entered my anal canal, I rested my weight on the post and relaxed. I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I gently wriggled my hips, the cold hard knob massaging the dank walls of my rectum. This was depravity in the extreme, I knew as a young couple walked by.

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I enjoyed the pleasure of the post for ten minutes or so before deciding to further my decadence. The gift shop looked attractive, as did the young lad behind the counter. Easing the metal knob put of my inflamed rectum, I stood up and went into the shop. The lad watched me as I browsed. Moving behind some shelving, I picked up a small china lighthouse. It was about three-inches long and an inch diameter, perfect for the tight sheath of my yearning pussy. Slipping my hand up my skirt, I drove the lighthouse into my vaginal canal, gasping a little as the rounded end pressed against my cervix.